Putangina! Karma!

Leche! I'm in this stupid cafe at Kalentong writing my blog entry after weeks of drought and then when I'm all inspired and halfway through my blog the computer dies on me! Putangina! hahahahahahah Lesson learned: when you're using somebody else's computer, save whatever you're doing every minute or else run the risk of collecting back your thoughts and redoing everything.

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I was writing about karma and how i don't believe it before this damn computer died on me. i guess computers are very much like men. When you're all engrossed in them, they walk away. Computers are easier to deal with. You can just restart them if they die on you. Men, you can't just push a button to keep them.

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I don't believe in karma. It is such a sneaky way to make people to do good. Good that is borne out of fear of karma is so phony. But sometimes things happen that make me rethink how i feel about it.

I was going around the mall looking for a place to lunch when i noticed this guy following me around. He's around my height, wearing a light purple oversized polo, fair-skinned, clean-cut, with a pudgy stomach. The little slut in me decided to flirt with the poor guy who I ended up pushing over in the end (how i told the story before this stupid computer died on me was lot more interesting. Can't get the groove back. sorry. hahahaha) So ok nothing happened because I was such an ass.

Now after i took my lunch, I was so stuffed i had to take a walk. On my way down the escalator, there's this looker of a guy who was staring at me. He had the greatest chinito eyes. I'm not one to fall for oriental looks but the way he ogled at me sent half of Metro Manila's electricity down my spine. In other words, little miss slutty me had to follow him. Now the tables were turned, i was the one who was played at. It turned out he was behaving like i did with the poor purple polo guy I played with a few hours ago. That's why before I sleep tonight, I'd expect myself to have some serious talk with little miss slutty. i think we have a lesson or two to learn about karma.

Karma
Alicia Keys

Weren't you the one that said, that you don't want me anymore.
And how you need your space, and give the keys back to your door.
And how I cried and tried and tried to make you stay with me.
But still you said that love was gone, and that I had to leave.
Now you, talkin bout a family
Now you, sayin I complete your dream
Now you, sayin I'm your everything
You confusin me
What you say to me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me.
Cause what goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me
What goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Now who's cryin, desirin to come back
I remember when
I was sittin home alone
Waitin for you
Til 3 o'clock in the morn
And when you came home, you'd always have some sorry excuse.
And explainin to me, like I'm just some kinda fool
I sacrifice the things I want to and do things for you
But when it's time to do for me, you never come through
Now you, wanna be a bond of me (eyyy)
Now you, have so much to say to me (heyy)
Now you, wanna make time for me
What you do to me.
You confusin me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me.
Cause what goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me
What goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Now who's cryin, desirin to come back
I remember when
I was sittin home alone
Waitin for you
Til 3 o'clock in the morn
Night after night
Knowin sumthing goin on
Wasn't home befo me
You was,you was gone
Lord knows it wasn't easy, but believe me.
Never thought you'd be the one that would deceived me.
And never do wha u was supposed to do
No need to hose me fool, cause I'm ova you
Cause what goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me
What goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Gotta stop tryin, to come back to me
What goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
It's called Karma baby.
And it goes around.
What goes around, comes around,
What goes up, must comes down,
Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me