Nikki in Solitude Part I

According to Wikipedia, the most reliable thing in the net since the early Altavista (yes, the reference is so Internet circa late 90's to early 2000's, trust me I've been using the Internet since, heck my first email provider is Lycos, I request files through mIRC and Worldsex.com is the best porn site ever, next to dragonmoonx, HELL I even visit weareanime.com everytime I surf, AND deathclock.com is a BREAKTHROUGH, and newgrounds.com is like The Beatles of the Internet, KYAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

ANYWAY, this is the definition of Solitude according to Wikipedia,

Solitude is a state of seclusion or isolation; i.e., lack of contact with people. It may stem from bad relationships, deliberate choice, contagious disease, disfiguring features, repulsive personal habits, mental illness, or circumstances of employment or situation (see castaway).

Short-term solitude is often valued as a time when one may work, think or rest without being disturbed. It may be desired for the sake of privacy.

HEY, bad relationships is very unlikely to occur with or because of me (HAHAHAHA), deliberate choice (I can't breathe alone) is not even an improbable probability, contagious disease is impossible given my beautiful body, disfiguring features is what-the-f*ck, repulsive personal habits is also not HEY why does solitude is always associated with these negative circumstances, really, there is what we call "literary solitude" of which almost all poets write about. Unfortunately, even this literary solitude is not and never will be occurring to me. Even for the sake of privacy, I will not dip my self in the deserted pool of solitude.

My solitude is exclusively just for me, yes redundancy to stress my emphasis. And it happens to me every once a year, the time of the year when everybody is happy, when Baby Jesus is having a month-long (or even longer) birthday celebration. Actually I posted a blogpost about this here but it was just touching the surface of a very deep well (this sentence sucks). Here is the excerpt.


"During highschool days, however, I was always asked to buy this and buy that and buy this and buy that at the grocery, the bakery, the cake shop, the palengke and the newspaper stand. It was my chance to go out of the house and go kiat with my friends, however again, I had to go home because I am carrying several canned goods, eggs and all that food."
-from Yet Another Flashback, Men!, Dec. 4, 2008

To be continued...

The Psycho Fan Revealed

Facebook is a major evolution. I remember the Friendster days, it is the best social network for those who wants to get laid. Joking. The actual point is, there are so many people who love me intensely they dream of me. See the image below for confirmation,

Also Jen dreamt of me this morning, her dream: "Mas malaki daw suweldo mo sa akin." She said in a very worried, morning voice.

Yes, I am so toxic I slither through the subconscious. There is a big HOWEVER, however. I had this classmate in French who was so shy and after a while, she became my number one fan (no transition period). She is the president of "Jasper Nikki De La Cruz Fan's Club Forever and the Original" and together with Aya, they plan to produce "Nikki Shirts". Everytime I visit her in their house, she feeds me as if I'm a prince (of which I really am), she readily lends me her Macbook and internet connection, she gives me pillows to support my back, she pampers me. And that is...scary. Just think of John Lennon and Selena. Fans do kill.

This is Sari Estrada, my number one fan, and that is my CSM shirt. I fear that the next thing she will wear, is not just my shirt anymore, she'll wear my skin. (This is such an awkward concluding paragraph...)

As a Person, As a Concept

I borrowed this expression from Jowein, one of my French colleagues (colleagues? MGFI [may ganung factor involved]). Great sense of humor, intelligent and she is that woman in red, and

that girl beside her is Isha the abacus, yet another French colleague. I just want to cite my reference because, as a person, I never plagiarized (albeit in college years only, during my highschool years plagiarism is actually legal)

What is this post about? As a concept, where am I going? This post is all about me. I will try to define myself, which is actually a very difficult task to accomplish if your eyes can't see past what is in front of you, metaphorically speaking. Good thing, I'm gifted.

As a person, I am actually a self-destructive, hard-headed, unforgiving son of a bitch. That is the real me, but of course, control. You just can't vomit if you are about to, suck it up, look for a clear space (I mean by clear, there are no civilians around that will be hit with the debris of your recent meals) and do it there.

I'm heliocentric, because everything revolves around me and I am HOT. (Thanks Bullet!). Yes I am self-centered but I do it with style. You just can't be like me without my very personality. Confidence is the brother of Stupidity, the father of Arrogance and the on-and-off boyfriend of Embarrassment. Plus, Confidence has an illicit affair with Misinterpretation.

As a concept, I am greatly inspired by Golda Meir. I have had this organizer with inappropriate quotes written on the bottom left corner of each page. Inappropriate because, it was an organizer, the quotes should be at the level of Purpose Driven Life's inspiring thoughts, but no, "Don't get mad, get even." was there, and Golda Meir's "Don't be humble, you're not that great." was stamped on it.

Do I really have to explain Golda Meir's piece of wisdom? Certainly, it explains everything about me.

(To be honest with you, I just wrote this to shroud myself with mystery and add depth to my personality. KYAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!)

The Pacific Ocean Herself

Here I Go PACIFIC OCEANNNNNNNN!!!!!

This place is so cool it's hot.

Papa Paolo's sort of despedida party was held at the Pacific Ocean. Yes, seriously. The Pacific Ocean. This is an open beach in Mati, meaning, no entrance fees or ridiculously spiked prices of goods (in the first place, there are no stores around). There are lot of adventurers adventuring here, and the beach is so clean it's unbelievable, no plastic wrappers or cigarette butts. It's really an insult in every angle if you go to this place and throw some garbage like a moron. Killer waves are so powerful it can throw big rocks into the shore, and it's so deep (just a few meters from the shore and it's goodbye Philippines). There are residents in this area, it's amazingly placid. Hopefully capitalists won't find this place. I had a good time I forgot picture-taking sessions, myself as a subject.

Define amazing.

Wounds are easy to acquire here.

Papa Paolo and his un-artistic pose.

Galeng!
yeah!

GO PAPI DINO!

"Papi" is the highest form of title I could lend to my rivals in the never-ending and insatiable quest for acquisition and consumption of girls. So if I call you "Papi", you're a threat! Now I declare Dino as a "Papi". (Someone actually asked him for a photograph in Nichole's Debut of which I will post a separate and LONG post about that said event, I'm just waiting for Sari's photo uploads of approximately 1000 pictures...)