Poured Syrup

SA WAKAS! My God! Talk about state of calamity. Just so you know, I live in Marikina. Damn it. Damn that stupid typhoon. RAWRRRRR! I hope everyone's just fine. I feel for those who were affected by the typhoon. Not good. Tsk.

My Logic professor taught our class a very important and valuable lesson: WITHDRAWAL IS A CRIME. She told us that if ever pre-marital sex occurs in our young, fragile minds we should NEVER use the withdrawal method. She gave us a sermon about how sperm cells are important and about how a lot of people would pay thousand of money for it. That's why we should never put them to waste. So we were all like, "So Ma'm, we should just let the sperm cells go in and allow it to merge with the egg cells?' This is EPIC. Nice question, classmates. Boo yeah! LMAO! :)) BTW, I opened my keyboard. And woah, was I shocked. A bulk of ants welcomed me with itchy bites! Damn it. Akala niyo ah. RAID lang ang katapat niyo! Though I need to buy a new keyboard. Soon. :|

There are TINY RED ANTS all  over my keyboard. And I'm having a seriously hard time typing when they keep popping out like that. Seriously, I don't know where this stupid little creatures are coming from. If they're not on my bed, they're on my computer. DAMN IT! This is completely shocking me cause I despise sweets. Therefore, I don't eat them. And so, I don't understand what's keeping them in my room. Oh come on! I keep killing and they keep showing up like 10 times more. What are they, like having sex inside my keyboard that's why they keep multiplying?! Okay, I can't take this anymore. Too many ants!! This is crap. RAWWRRRRR!

Sige na, sige na. Kayo ay may masyadong maraming violent reactions. Mariosep! HAHAHA! Pero na-touch ako. AYIIIEEE. Don't worry, I would still try to update this one. Me promises ♥ P.S. D'you have a tumblr account? FOLLOW ME! Click this. A million thanks.

Oh noes. I think I'd be moving to Tumblr. But I will still try to update this one. Thanks, guys :)

I swear to God, I will buy this book . The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. ERRRR. I want this--BAD. Seriously, I don't care how much this thing costs. I will have this book. Whatever it takes! Boohoo! It’s a story of what it’s like to grow up in high school. More intimate than a diary, Charlie’s letters are singular and unique, hilarious and devastating. We may not know where he lives. We may not know to whom he is writing. All we know is the world he shares. Caught between trying to live his life and trying to run from it puts him on a strange course through uncharted territory. The world of first dates, family dramas, and new friends. The world of sex, drugs and The Rocky Horror Picture Show , where all you need is that perfect song on that perfect drive to feel infinite. This is the blurb at the back of the book. Really, really, seriously, without a doubt, want this book. Buy me this, pleaaazzzzeeeee?

I envy those people who can do something productive , and not to mention something really awesome with their lives. I hate the fact that I'm stuck in such an awful rut. Same old shit every single day. Nothing new, nothing old. Just the same. I want to be able to do something different with my life. Something that would make me go, "Wow. I really did that. Boo yeah!" I want to get out of my same old boring routine. But hell, I don't know how I'm gonna do it. Have absolutely no idea on where to start. The thing is, what I want is something that is quite unreachable at the moment. For reasons like, I'm too young; I have no money; I don't know how. Traveling the world and jet setting would be first on my list. Seeing all the beautiful and awesome places that other countries have to offer. Now, wouldn't that just be totally awesome? Boohoo! But sadly, I have no money to do that. Hell, I can't even go back to the States because of that stupid th

Watching As Told By Ginger on Youtube. WEEEE. Ooh, sorry. Just really missing my kiddie days. (Seriously, what is up with this weekend and my obsession with wanting to be a kid again?! Rawrrrr.) Watch it too. It's an awesome show. One of my all-time favezzzz. Boo yeah!

I hope the rain won't lose its meaning, though. Cause I've been staring at it for the past 15 minutes. (Is that long enough?) I really hope it won't. I super duper love the rain. Boohoo. EMO moment again.

This was just uberly hilarious! Made me laugh like crazy. hahahahahahahaha. Okay, Mcdonald's bitter. Kawawa naman si Jollibee. If you don't know who the fat stupid happy bee is , click on the Jollibee word. It's a link. Boohoo!

I will be buying a new book or books (that depends on the kaching ) tomorrow. Sooooo excited. Can't wait to be reading again. Boo yeah!

I so miss being a kid. '90s cartoons and kid's shows are just simply the awesome-est and absolutely the coolest . Won't trade them for anything in the world. Wishing and hoping that Nick would bring all these superb shows back. PETITION, PETITION! Boohoo. LMAO. Can you name some, if not all, of these shows? I could name 'em all. Oh yeah. Addicted to Nick. HAHA! Oh noes, wait. I don't know that one in the black and white pic. Do you? Tell me, puleeaaazzzee,

Bakit mo ba pinaalala sa'kin?! Feeling mo naman nakalimutan ko?! O baka naman feeling mo di ko alam?! LMAO! So before this day ends, I just would like to greet you. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUNA! ♥♥ Dapat pa bang may nobela 'to?! WAG NA. Alam mo namang mahal na mahal kita eh. No need for words. Naks! May ganun. HAHA! But seriously, I wish you enjoyed your 17th birthday ♥ Kahit na di man lang ako nakatikim ng party mo (kung meron man. LOL.) Naku, Hindi mo na ko "Ate". Magkasing tanda na ulit tayo. Boohoo! I loveyou Marvin Luna. Missyou, dude. Muahhhh. P.S. Dapat may pic pa yan eh. Kaso, wala tayong matinong pic. Sayang. Awww.

Do you remember them? Ooh, ooh. I love them so much. I remember watching this duo as a kid. Super cool. I just posted this cause I was watching them on Playhouse Disney a while ago. God I miss being a kid. Wish I could go back, even for just one day, to those carefree moments. The times when I had to worry about nothing. Okayyyy, EMO moment. Sorry. LMAO! OMFG! I hate first days of monthly periods. Hate it. Hate it. HATE IT! My first day is completely and totally HELL! I vomit like almost every 1-2 hours; I can't breathe; and my abdomen/belly--whichever--is totally killing me. Just actually forcing myself now. I still have a million school works to do. It's too longggg that I already have to start working on those crap now. I'm gonna be soooo screwed! Boohoo!

Walang kamatayang essay. Sa tuwi na lang papasukan ko ang room NB304, nababadtrip ako. Pa'no ba naman, pagpasok na pagpasok ko pa lang, isang kagila-gilalas na essay agad ang sasalubong sa'kin. Anak ng tokwa! Alam mo yung hindi naman siya marunong magturo? Wala nga kong kaalam-alam sa Filipino 2 eh. Tinambakan lang kami ng di matapos-tapos na essay na yan. Every meeting na lang yun ang pinapagawa. Hindi man lang magturo. At kung magbabalak man siyang magturo, mauuwi rin ang lahat sa mga kwento niyang puro naman KALOKOHAN AT KALIBUGAN ang nilalaman. Take note ah, isa po siyang matandang babae. Hindi naman siya single kaya hindi ko malaman kung bakit ganu'n na lang siya kaadik sa mga malilibog na bagay. Kaya ang sarap mag walk-out ng classroom pag nagsimula na siyang magsalita eh. Dinaig pa mga lalaki ng klase namin. Ayos! NAKU! Sige. Masyado kasi siyang maraming alam. Ultimo bill ng kuryente, tubig, apartment, cable, sinasabi pa sa'min. Okaaayyyy . PAKE KO?! May ba

Kakauwi pa lang. Sakit ng ulo ko. Boohoo! Pero, blog post muna. Syempre. Alam niyo naman ako. Wooh! Lol. Na-experience mo na ba yung natatae ka sa gitna ng kawalan, tapos medyo malayo-layo pa ang iyong uuwian, at matagl-tagal pa bago ka makarating du'n? Eto pa ah. Tumatayo na lahat ng balahibo mo sa katawan at talaga namang hindi ka na mapakali. GRABE! Ohhh. Kung iniisip mong personal experience ko yan, well, hindi. Hindi ka talaga nagkakamali. Anak naman kasi ni Lapu Lapu! Grabe talaga yung feeling na yun. Nasa school pa man din ako. Sobrang pinagtripan na nga ko ng mga blockmates ko eh. Pa'no ba naman kasi, yung tropa ko sampung taon kumilos. Kung anu-ano pang orasyon pinaggagawa. Nagwawala na tuloy ako sa classroom. Okay lang yan. Sanay na mga kaibigan ko sa kaingayan at kawalang hiyaan ko. :) MOVING ON. Nagyaya pa ng inuman ang mga abnormal. Define walang pera. As usual, ako nanaman yun. Walang pinagbago. Wala ngang bayad yung alak, sakit naman sa ulo nu'ng pa

Pinapak ako ng mga walang hiyang LANGGAM! Anak naman ni Magellan! Sarap sarap ng tulog ko eh. Bwiset! Sa'n kaya nanggaling ang mga hinayupak?! Grabe. May isang batalyon sila sa pader ko eh. GRRRR. Hindi nga ko kumakain ng matamis eh. Ano ba naman yan. Nakakabadtrip. AMP naman. Leche. Isinusumpa ko na talaga ang mga pesteng langgam na yan. Puro pantal likod ko. Mariosep!

MAY BABAE NANAMAN ANG AKING BUTIHING AMA. Well, it's not really a shocking news to me anymore. Ever since I was a little kid, I've known that my father have other 'women' in his life. I actually thought that that was a normal thing. It's only when I reached the 3rd or 4th grade, I think, that I realized that what he's doing was actually bullshit. Oh well, whatever makes him happy. GO DADDY! Honestly, I thought my Dad already quit this crap. But I guess bad habits die hard . So, how did I found out? As usual, through the ever-so-proficient technology . I don't have any load, so I borrowed my Mom's phone. But she said she was using it, so she gave me my Dad's phone instead. I was just about to delete my message from the Sent Items folder when I saw this unknown number. Pakielamera ako eh, and I got a bit curious, so I opened the two message that my father sent to this--whoever this person is. First message : "Darling wala lang namimiss

HINDI NAMAN PO KASI AKO MARUNONG MAKIPAG-AWAY. MAHILIG LANG TALAGA KO MAKI-EPAL AT MAKISAWSAW. HAHAHA! Biruin mo ba naman, 3 versus 1? ASTIG! Tinawag na kong, epal, boba, walang utak, defensive, nakakasuka, nakakaawa, tumawa pa din talaga ako. Kung hindi nga ba naman kasi talaga ako abnormal na nilalang. Kasi naman eh. Ano naman ngayon kung girlfriend ka nu'ng tao? Wala ka pa ding karapatan na mang-insulto. Feeling mo naman napakaganda. Gumanyan ka kung pang Miss Universe yang muka mo! Hindi pang Miss Barangay! Kalokohan. Hahaha. Kung may Facebook ka, alam mo naman siguro kung ano yung Friends For Sale dun. Ayun. Yung abnormal na application na yun ang nagsimula ng kalokohan na 'to. May blockmate kasi kami dati. Binili ng isa kong friend. Hala, eh nagalit yung girlfriend. Pagkabili niya sa boyfriend niya, pinalitan niya ng nickname na: "Kung mang-aagaw ka, siguraduhin mong maganda ka!" Eh syempre, insulto. At malamang, yung kaibigan ko lang ang pinaparinggan nu&#

I was so touched and extremely flattered when I read this. It came from the blog of a close friend of mine named Vin. "Sa wakas, natapos na rin ang kahapon! Sobrang na-stress kasi ako e. Ugh! Kamusta na ba 'tong blog ko? Andami ng nai-blog ni Becs kaysa sa akin. Haha. (Uh, who's Becs? Becs is one of my close friends. Probably here, in real life, at school and mostly on other sites. Naging blockmates din kami nung Internal Auditing pa ang course ko. Mabait siya kahit magulo pero super sarap kasama. Matalino rin at maraming kwento. Masaya. Ayun! Sana kilala niyo siya. Hehehe." Aww. That was just so awesome. Vin, you surely made my day. Me loves you to death. And misses you oh so much. HUGGSSS! Starbucks ko?! HAHA! ♥

I feel so fucking insecure right now---and probably until tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, and.. err. Oh, fuck it! And the reason for this is something that I am yet to find out. Comments, suggestions, reactions, something, anything ? Ugh, whatever. Off to bed now. Good night fucked up world. That F word really is something. EMO.

Uuwi na lang, kailangan pa talaga may epal na ipis? Ano ba yan. Ayoko talaga ng lumilipad na IPIS! Sino ba namang may gusto, di ba? Naku. Kasi naman ang Maynila eh. Isang napakalaking basurahan! Pinupugaran na tuloy ng mga ipis. Okay lang sana kung gumagapang lang, kaso LUMILIPAD eh! Leche. Buti pa ang Marikina, malinis. O sige, ipinagmamalaki ko. Woohh! Natawa naman ako sa nanay ko. Inutusan akong mag-burn ng CD, pang exercise daw niya. (Asa namang papayat pa siya. Ang sama ko. Lol.) Tapos yung mga kanta, Insomnia, Calle Ocho, Boom Boom Pow, Poker Face, Paparazzi, Diva, Ego, I Gotta Feeling. Kamusta naman di ba. Nakiki-RNB ang aking butihing ina. Yun naman. AKO: Sa'n mo naman napulot mga kantang 'to? MAMA: Eh bakit ba? Masama bang makinig ng mga ganyan? AKO: Wala kong sinabi. Tinatanong ko lang kung sa'n mo napulot. RnB 'to eh. Muka ka kayang Willie Revillame. Pa'no, puro Love Radio at WRR pinapakinggan. MAMA: Iba na taste ko. Wave na ko ngayon. Chaka, a

Sa mga nagtanong, nagtatanong at may balak pang magtanong kung bakit at pa'no naging manok ang tamaraws, ganito kasi yan: Yung logo kasi ng school namin, medyo mukang sarimanok. Tingnan niyo: Medyo hawig lang naman. Ayan, titigan niyo na lang yang logo na yan. Dahil yan lang ang explanation na maibibigay ko sa kung pa'no kami naging Tamanok, FEU Tilaoks, Sarimaraw, Itlog, at kung anu-ano pang pangalan na naiimbento ng mga nilalang diyan. Comment na lang kung may balak pa kayong magdagdag sa mga nickname namin.

CLICK FOR A LARGER IMAGE. Eto lang ah, kung hindi niyo matanggap na wala kayo sa top 3, aba'y tantanan niyo ang panlalait. Nagmumuka kayong kawawa eh! Napaka bitter. Oo, nasasaktan ako. Dahil una, school ko yun. At pangalawa, friends ko ang cheering squad. Kaya kung hindi kayo naturuan ng sportsmanship, well, kawawa naman kayo. Mas lalo kayong nagmukang talunan. (Hindi ko nilalahat ah. Yung iba lang na akala mo naman kung sino. Wooohhh.) Status 1 : Yung comment, LUTO daw. Hahaha. Natawa naman ako. Kailan pa nagluto ang FEU?! Hindi mo lang kasi tanggap. Hahaha. Status 2 : Yung comment ulit, tanginang feu daw. HAHAHA! Eh di tangina din kung sa'ng school ka man galing. Boohoo! Status 3 : Itlog daw ang tamaraw. Osige, MEDYO agree ako dito. Hindi ko din alam kung ano ang pumasok sa mga ulo nila at naisipan nilang magpanggap na manok. Napakalayo naman sa pagiging Tamaraw. Hahaha. Status 4 : Boo FEU daw. Akalain mo, KAIBIGAN ko 'to nu'ng HS ah. Katigas naman talaga ng

CHEERING SQUAD. Awww. I terribly miss these guys. I just watched them perform their awesome routine for the UAAP Cheerdance Competition. Hopefully, they get to be the champions this time. No offense for the other school competitors. But of course, I'd go for my school and my squad. Who in their right minds wouldn't? Well, uhhh.. never mind. Baka awayin niyo pa ko. HAHAHA. ERRRR. I really did wanna go to Araneta and watch and support my friends and my school live. But as I've said, I'm so fucking broke. I asked them for a ticket on the last minute. So there was no more left for me. Ughhh. If only I had known that I wouldn't be able to come with my friends to Laguna, I could have had the opportunity to ask for a ticket at an earlier time. So yeah . I had no choice but to watch them here in my room, on my TV. This sucks . Oh well. I'll be waiting for the results now. And would update this post later. EDITS: Just so you know, I'm currently editin

I am here, all alone in my room, while all my friends are in Laguna, having the time of their lives. It sucks. I really wanted to go. But as usual , I'm broke. My parents don't wanna give me any money. Seriously, this SUCKS. I can't think straight. Too many random thoughts. Err. So, this thing I realized: weekends are my "emo" days and weekdays are my "crazy" days. Way too random. I'm sorry.

It's raining-- again. I have been sitting in front of this computer for the past 4 hours. And now, my head is starting to ache. Maybe because my glasses are lost. I can't find it anywhere. Well, my room's way too messy. That's why. The rain makes me think. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Hmm.

You're way good in English and can't speak without it anymore? Well, if you're as good as you say you are, then why is it that whenever I read your writings, all I could think was a five year old could have had better grammar than this? Don't diss me because of my last post. I still and will always know how to write or speak in English. I may not be perfect at the language, but I sure as hell will be a million times better than YOU . And for your information, my parents raised me in the English language. And the school I went to in high school has a VERY STRICT policy about their students speaking in English. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that, I have better training than you . Hell. You're probably just trained by some wacko like you who thinks that he's English is so proficient. Well honey, I hate to break it to you. But your so-called proficiency is nothing but a mind's eye. You disgust me. Seriously. I don't have a dead brain. M

Gusto ko lang i-share na parang di na ko marunong mag-English. Dati, puro English yung mga posts ko, ngayon, wala na. Sabaw! Muka na kong Tagalog. Hindi nga lang pure. Pero Tagalog pa din. Kaya wag ka ng umangal. Try mong magsalita ng Tagalog talaga. Yung tipong walang halong kahit anong banyagang salita. Tingnan natin kung hindi dumugo yang ilong mo. MOVING ON. Midterm exam namin sa Accounting kanina. Mariosep! 6 hours na break. Huling klase ko 9 AM. Tapos 3 PM pa yung walanghiyang exam. Kamusta naman. Eh di as usual, mag-aaral DAW kunwari. Hanggang sa kwentuhan na lang ang inabot namin sa Library. Eh siyempre, ang mga kwentuhan namin, lalo na pag break, nauuwi lang sa dalawang bagay. Una, mapapasabak kami sa matinding lamunan. (Teka, may kwento pala ako du'n. Share ko mamaya.) At pangalawa, Counter Strike. Tama, counter strike. Lalaki nga ako eh. Bakit ba?! Mahilig ako sa mga bagay na kadalasan ay natitripan lang ng mga lalaki. Masama ba? Nakatikim ka na ba ng street foods

4 AM. Kring kring. Okay, hindi naman ganyan ang tunog ng alarm clock ko. Pero dahil di ko alam kung pa'no ko bibigyang interpretasyon ang tunog na gumigising sa'kin tuwing umaga, pagtiyagaan mo na lang 'to. KRING KRING! Tinatamad pa kong gumising. at bumangon. Snooze muna. Matapos ang 15 minutes, kring kring! Tinatamad pa din talaga ko. Snooze ulit. Snooze ng snooze hanggang sa mag-5 AM. Babangon na nga sana ng biglang may kumatok sa pintuan ko. Ang napakabait naming katulong na napakahilig manggulat. Akala mo naman kung sinong bigla bigla nalang bumabalandra sa pintuan ng kwarto ko. Adik pa naman ako sa kape. Walang koneksyon, alam ko. Na stuck-up ako sa banyo. Nakaupo lang sa trono habang nagda-day dream na ako'y mahimbing pang natutulog sa kama ko. ASA! Sinampal ang sarili. Aba'y kailangan mo ng kumilos, ineng. Lagot ka nanaman sa best friend mong lagi mo na lang pinaghihintay. Naku po. Patay! 20 minutes. 20 minutes lang naman akong nasa loob ng banyo (at

  This is way too crazy to not be re-blogged. Translation: Guy killed by 4 men  for not knowing 'Nobody'. For those who are not from Philippines--or in Asia, you most probably don't know what Nobody is. But if you are from somewhere here and still you don't know this irritating song, then for sure, you just came back from somewhere in the outer space. What a loser! Lol. Okay, going back to the news article. I just find this thing so crazy and hard to believe. Why would anyone in their right minds kill someone for simply not knowing such an annoying song? Oh wait. Maybe those people are not in their rignt minds. Figures. Boohoo! I want nobody, nobody but you! *clap. clap.* Nobody kill me. I know the song! HAHAHA.

I am inlove with the rain (ahem ahem!). It makes me go uber senti and emo. And I'm sorta loving the feeling. And btw, if you know me personally, then you'd know the reason behind the ahem ahem. Boohoo! Rain, rain go away. Come again on Friday. Just so you know, I'm singing. You see, we have this exam on Friday in English. A veeeerrrryyyy long one. So I need the rain to pour down hard so that classes would be suspended. And oh yeah, I wanna experience class suspension for once. Never got to experience it. They always cut class on Wednesdays and/or Saturdays. And I have no classes on those days. Damn. So please, just for once. I'm begging the clouds above. So this is a non-sense post. Thank you.

Di ko maintindihan kung bakit ba nauuso ang katangahan at kamalasan sa panahon ngayon. Grabe! Tinamaan ata ako ng stupidity&unlucky syndrome eh. Kung meron nga talagang nage-exist na ganun. Nagsimula ito kaninang umaga. Natulog ako ng alas dos ng madaling araw para lang matapos ko ang deputang research paper na yan. Gigising pa ko ng alas quatro. So ang lagay, dapat pala hindi na lang ako natulog, di ba? Pero wag ka, on time pa din akong nagising. Si Mariah Carey kasi. Ginising ako ng kagila-gilalas niyang boses sa kantang Obsessed . Wala akong hilig sa R&B, bilang lang. Pero kasi nagpalit kami ng cellphone ng kaibigan ko. Eh mukang R&B at Pop yun. So nawalan ako ng choice. Yun ang alarm tone ko. Pero kasi, hindi naman talaga alarm tone ang tatalakayin ko sa post ko na ito. Kundi ang katangahan at kamalasang mga naganap sa'kin magmula ng bumangon ako sa kama. Eh di bumangon na ko. Malamang madilim. Walang ilaw ang kwarto ko at wala pang araw sa mga oras na 'y

Gusto mong malaman kung ano ang isa sa mga pinaka-AYAW ko? Yun ay ang mga taong GAYA GAYA! Deputang yan! Sabi ko nga di ba, different ako. At talaga namang ikasasaya ko kung magiging kakaiba ako habambuhay. Pero hindi naman sa lahat ng aspeto, dahil syempre, may pagkakatulad pa din naman tayo sa ibang tao, kahit papa'no. Pero gets mo naman na siguro 'yun. Kaya lang talaga, ayaw na ayaw kong ginagaya ako. Diyos ko. Nanggigigil ako pag ganun eh. Parang gusto kong makasabunot. Parang lang naman. Wala akong balak na ituloy. Naglagay ako ng ANO sa blog ko, naglagay ka. Naglagay nanaman ako ng ANO, naglagay ka din. May ANO ako, pagtingin ko, aba'y meron ka na din. Nag ANO ako sa mga tao, susme! Naki-ano ka na din. Ano ba naman yan!? Kung IDOL mo ko, aba'y sabihin mo lang. Hindi naman masama eh. (Nagayayabang ako. Pero JOKE lang yun. Tawa ka. Ha-ha-ha!) Ayoko lang talaga yung ginagaya ako. Hindi man siguro directly, pero yung idea ng ibang mga ginawa mo, mas nauna kong n

Am I asking you for that much? Is a simple copy-paste-from-the-internet too difficult for you to do right--or to at least do ? I believe that it is not that hard of a job. Have you got any idea that the members of this group have the EASIEST tasks? All you have to do is copy what is needed from the internet, paste in on your MS Word, and then e-mail that crap to me. And voila! You have an instant contribution and not to mention an instant credit for all the hardwork that I have done. It wouldn't even take more than half an hour of your time. And yet, you make the very simple task that I ask you to do seem very difficult. Now, isn't that weird. From the moment our professor told the class what the next chapter of the research paper would be composed of, I already assigned you your contributions. A simple 1 local related literature and 1 foreign literature. Now tell me, how hard is that? Ever heard of GOOGLE? You keep on telling me, "Tomorrow, tomorrow." When is y

Wala akong maisip na matinong sasabihin sa post ko ngayon. Wala namang bago sa'kin. Syempre, as usual na kaganapan tuwing walang pasok. Walang ginawa kundi magcomputer, mag soundtrip at manood ng TV. Minsan talaga eh nakakasawa na. Pareho-parehong kalokohan na lang. Yosi muna bago ko tuluyang gawin ang deputang research paper na 'to. Pasakit sa buhay. Group work nga pero parang wala naman akong ka group . Lahat sila eh nagpapakasarap sa kanila kanilang kinaroroonan. Leche. Sabi na nga wala akong ma-post na matino ngayon eh. Lagi na lang. Kainis. At OO , hindi pa rin ako maka get over sa hikaw ko. Hindi talaga ako sanay. Kakainis. Yosi, yosi, yosi. Sakit sa baga. Maganda yan. Maganda talaga yan. Mamamatay na ko nito bukas.

I just wanna ask. DID I DO ANYTHING WRONG? Whenever I blog hop, all I say in their chatboxes is "Dropped by. :)" So seriously, what's wrong with that? Is there anything wrong with that statement? PLEASE, TELL ME! I'm kinda freaking out here, you know. Seriously. Okay, so what brought this question up? I was blog hopping when I encountered this girl's account. I was about to type in my usual statement--which is "Dropped by :)"--on her shoutmix. But what happened next just completely shocked me. I don't know why the hell my IP address was banned from her shoutmix. Seeing as that was my first time to visit her site. So she got me a little bit confused. Oh no, wait, scratch that. She got me a lot confused. So I'm kinda, sorta freaking out here. What did I do wrong? BOOHOO! Dahil nakain ko ang hikaw ko sa dila, LANGYA, minamalas ako. Masamang pangitain 'to mga kaibigan!

I so love Death Cab for Cutie. Okay, just so you know, the lyrics on the picture does not portray my feelings. It's just that I was listening to Death Cab, so I thought of posting this one. WHEW! So, I am still wide awake. And it's like 2:30 in the morning here already. Oh God. Boohoo! Talk about my insomnia attacking again . Okay, so, I'm not used to having no tongue ring. Buy me a new one. PLEASE? I seriously feel like I have no tongue or something. Weird, huh? Well, that's what you feel when you're already used to something. When it's gone, it's like a part of you is also gone. Crazy. So this is what having no tongue ring does to me. I can't sleep. Doobidoo!

I don't know how I could possibly put into words what I'm feeling right now. How do you tell the world that your parents are so fucked up? Oh wait. I just did. I seriously want to pour out my heartfelt anger and rants about my parents. But I just can't put the crap into words. I don't know where to start, how to start. Damn it.

NALUNOK KO NANAMAN HIKAW KO! SECOND TIME NA 'TO. NAKAKAINIS NAMAN! RAWR! Grabe. Feeling ko na-stuck yung hikaw sa lalamunan ko. Ayaw bumaba. Ano ba naman yan. Ang tanga tanga talaga. AMP. Bili niyo kong bagong hikaw. Huhuhu :|

A 10 year old boy went to an ice cream store and asked how much a cone cost. Waiter said, "P15.00". The boy started counting how much he had in his wallet. Then he asked how much a small cup cost. Waiter said, "P12.00". The boy asked for a small cup, he had it and paid the bill and left. When the waiter came to pick the empty cup, he was touched. The boy had left 3 pesos as tip for him. Lesson: Try giving something to everyone out of whatever little you have. Who knows, maybe that little something would come back to you. You see, I'm just bored . But it's a good lesson that everybody should learn though. And because everybody should learn that, don't forget my birthday and Christmas, of course. It's that time again for giving and sharing. LOL Please do forgive my insanity.

She knew something was up. She could feel it from every part of her weak body. As she was lying there on her bed, there was a knock at the door. It was Michael. "Hey," he said. "Hey. You bought me roses! How sweet of you, Michael! Since when were you here?" "We arrived last Tuesday. Hey, I missed you so much. So, how's my dearest best friend doing?" "I'm fine. Kinda weak, but fine," she smiled. "What are you sick of anyway?" Michael asked. Inside her head, she wanted to scream out: "I'm sick of not seeing you! I'm sick of JUST being your best friend! I'm sick of not telling you that.." "What are you sick of, Mara?" he again asked. "The fact that I love you.." the unsaid phrase just kept playing in her mind. If she told him right now, she would risk seven long years of friendship. But she needed to tell him, before it's too late. "Mara.." She suddenly snapped ou

When people hurt you over and over, think of them as SANDPAPERS. They may scratch and hurt you a bit, but in the end YOU end up polished, and THEY end up useless. Got this from here.

I totally forgot that I had a dream about him last night. That stupid guy who chose ANOTHER GUY over me. Can you believe that? Oh well, past is the past. And whatever. I believe that he's happy now with his...uh, boyfriend. UGHH. I don't know why I dreamt about him. That was strange. You see, haven't thought about that guy in a long time. But to tell you the truth, I kinda miss him. But hey. At least he's found someone who'd make him happy. Even if that someone is of the same sex as he is. I'm not freaking out anymore. Unlike the time when I first found out about that. I was angry and frustrated and annoyed and freaking out. And, and, and, I was crying. A lot. I was shouting at him like I've gone mad or something. I just can't believe that after more than a year, he was able to do that to me. But whatever, like I've said, the past is the past. Leave it there. I just thought about posting this because of the bizarre dream that I had.

Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman. But luckier is the woman who is the last love of a man.

OKAAAYYYY. Need I say more? Medyo swak kasi ang hawak eh. Sapul! HAHAHA! Now I feel embarrassed for my school. Goodness! Lol. Credits here.

    Written by Ysh Ramos     I was waiting impatiently as I stare at my Macbook’s time. It was almost midnight and I couldn’t seem to feel at ease. I was anxiously awaiting for your text which I think wouldn’t come anyway. However, the thought of it gives me shiver up my spine. NO. I am not in love with you. NO.     But I wish, you’d think of me as much as I think of you.     Oh boy, I miss the way you smell. (You smell like spice amixed with the white musk scent I crave for.) The way you hold my hand tight. The way you smile devilishly—making me want to kiss you once more. Oh I remember those moments. I wish I could relive those few seconds of mixed emotions and sudden rush of adrenaline, and do it again and again for all eternity.     My heart beat stopped as my phone blinked. Oh please, oh please let it be thy angel I am waiting for.     …It was a group message from an acquaintance of mine. I almost threw the phone out the window. I sobbed childishly and threw my pillow in

Ang aga-aga kanina, sirang sira agad araw ko. Alam mo yung, hindi ka lang nagising sa oras, dinabog na agad yung pintuan ng kwarto mo, binato ka pa ng libro (take note, hardbound pa yun ah), sinigaw sigawan ka pa ng punyeta kang bata ka, tangina mo, wala kang kwenta, wag ka ng mag-aral, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH .. Sarap na almusal noh? Ang sarap talaga! Malinamnam at masustansya. AYUN! Yun pala ang dahilan kung bakit tahimik ako kaninang umaga. Langya. Tapos nakipagsabayan pa yung tangina kong pandak na classmate na akala mo naman kung sinong ubod ng ganda. Siya na nga 'tong nakatama ng bola ng basketball, at sa muka pa, siya pa 'tong may ganang magalit, manigaw, magmura at mang-irap. Di pa nag-sorry! Alam mo yung makapal talaga ang muka?! Siya yun eh. Putang ina niya. Pasalamat siya at wala ako sa mood. Pag nagkataon, baka hindi lang ganung away ang nagawa ko sa kanya. Baka nasabunutan ko pa siya at baka nangudngod ko pa muka niya du'n sa court. Tangina talaga niya. Pandak nam

Random thoughts that I had this morning, during our first period. Written at the back of my notebook. I think I'm gonna fail my Logic class. NOOOO! This can't happen! I have never had a failing mark before. At wala akong balak simulan ngayon. Having a grade of 5 is like having someone put a knife on my chest. Emo and over reacting?! Lol. But seriously. I can't have a failing grade. Not that my parents would get mad, cause they don't care about...uh, my grades. But I just can't take a grade of 5. Kahit nga yung pasado, pero pasang-awang tres, naloloka na ko eh. Wahhh! Hate that stupid professor. I completely and utterly do! She could disappear or even die and nobody would mourn her. Okay, ang sama. Pero kasi naman eh. Errrr. Told you I'm a geek with a hint of nerdiness and dorkiness. I don't study here at home, but good grades are a must. I am so quiet. Like the not-normal-me kind of quiet. Usually, I talk, blab, talk, blab, talk and blab the mome