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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

birthday blues

first and foremost, i'd like to thank everybody who attended my birthday dinner, as well as everybody who intended to attend. i know your reasons for not being there were legitimate [ahem ahem]. but i don't want to thank the person who stole P2000 from my wallet.

i just can't believe i was screwed over on my birthday.

in my own abode.

and by my own friend.

only the guys had access to my room, but there sure were a lot of them. they used it as a storage room, and as a chill-out room for when the party started dying down. the next morning, checking my wallet, voila!!! minus P2000. i won't point fingers and i can't get mad, cuz come on, as if that's going to do anything. anyway, i just hope that money goes to good use. it'd be a good consolation if that person would spend the money on something constructive.

imagine how many KFC chicken steaks i could've eaten with P2000.

mmmm...... KFC chicken steak......

emo probs

gambling focus group:

"hi. i'm jose ricardo abastillas."

"HI JOSE!"

"i'm 18 years old. i admit it. i have a gambling problem. but lately, i've been trying my very best to stop gambling. it's cuz i've lost far too much already. but it's hard, you know? the tables are right in front of me, and all i have to do is place my hand down and make a bet, but i won't. like i said, i've lost too much already. i can't afford to lose any more. and besides, i don't think i've anything to offer anymore anyway. me gambling will just make things worse. but you know what i've come to realize? i can't help it, you know?? it's right there! i hope i find enough strength in me to take a chance and hopefully, win big. against all odds. i'm trying."

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God, walk with me...


the adventure ended at 7:30 PM

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