Looks like May is going to be another month of doing nothing since my stupid school won’t release our diplomas til June, therefore delaying my career plans another month.
I have decided to use that time to go on a trip all over the Philippines for maybe two or three weeks. As much as I love my friends, they tend to be quite flaky when it comes to making plans like these. So I need traveling companions, preferably someone from the Philippine blogosphere so that I’ll be more or less sure that you aren’t a psychokiller.
Comment on this entry and let’s make plans.
One of my biggest pet peeves is the use of the proper noun “Bora”. Every time I hear somebody utter “Bora” I need to repress the urge to wring that person’s neck with my bare hands. Okay, so I’m exaggerating a little. But the word “Bora” really, really, really irritates me. I mean, WHY? Is it really too much trouble to say the third syllable? Or is “Bora” some sort of hip conyo slang that I don’t seem to be getting?
In any case, nothing gets my blood boiling more than the incessant use of the word “Bora”. For fuck’s sake people, get it right!
It’s BORACAY
BORACAY
BORACAY
BORACAY
Not “Bora”.
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I shall be going to BoraCAY with my family on June 10-12 and I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT.
Yes, I know it must sound lame to be excited to go to BoraCAY with one’s family. With parents around, you can’t flirt, fuck, and take drugs with all the conyo party boys and girls. It probably sounds even lamer to be excited about going to BoraCAY with one’s parents during the off-season. In the month of June, there won’t be any conyo party boys and girls to flirt, fuck, and take drugs with.
But unlike most women people out there, I don’t use the beach as an excuse to dress down to my underwear, hook up with random potheads, and wave glowsticks around like a retarded 3-year old. I actually go there to swim, breathe in the saltwater, watch the sunset, and generally escape from the chaos that is Metro Manila to enjoy the peaceful and tranquil environment of the seaside. I hate parties, I don’t associate myself with people who do drugs, and I have a near-fatal allergic reaction to conyos. I swore that I would never set foot on BoraCAY as long as it remains the conyo capital of this country. But screw that. I haven’t been out of the city the entire summer and I’m really looking forward to going somewhere new.
So there. 
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