mood: bahfungalo....crap... music: ..

I just want to say…

….ACET..your math part sucks…that’s all.

Stress, you will be the death of me someday. I love my baby group, up to the point of drowning myself in stress tabs and chocolates just to finish the job. If I die, I want my cause of death to say, “Stress”. That is how stupid and deadly you are to me.

Promotional brochure, I hate you. I don’t like the way you may come out. But sadly, with all the time that’s left; you might turn out to be one of the most despicable projects, me and my lab partner had ever done. With all the hating I’ve done, I just might have enough to start my one-man war against the world.

Script, I dislike you. Even with all the revising, I can’t come up with dialogues that would make it look real. I hate interviewing, but Lois has to interview people from the outside. Even with all the editing Marlyn has done, I still think you are missing some parts. If you were a body, you’d be missing blood and bones. Asia has to give you some *spice* so to say. I’m all technical, doing general and tech jobs. Save the mind-fucking for the important people like the editor.

So script, you better come out right. You are the bible of our film documentary.

Asia, I love you with all the love I could give to a lab partner, but with all the projects we’ve been doing. I think I want to raise the white flag. I can’t keep up with the pace. I’m the lesser half of our academic relationship. But I like how we use Physics time to work out our other projects. You are not human, I swear. I don’t know how you manage to have days where you’ll not go to school-just-for-the-fun-of-it and still keep up with your studies. I’m a nut. I crack under a lot of pressure. Please forgive my rants. But I like how we use Physics time to work out our other projects.

Aircar, you’re the source of all the group’s insanity. You made us go through hell. It was your fault that each project would have to be divided into pairs, so that all would work.

Nyeh, Sab’s idea was wrong I tell you. Even she had to admit it was hard doing this in pairs, rather than four of us doing it as a group.

I just want to say I loved the free day…NOT! Now, we have Math and Pani long tests to haunt us still..

I need by cybercrack….*coughcoughendlesssurfngcoughcough*

Screw my grammatical errors!

Bleh...

mood: flames...I want to feel pain..

I know this sucks....but hey, flame me...so that when the critiquing comes I won't be able to feel anything anymore...feel free to trample upon what's left of my degrading self-confidence.... i know you want to....

This thing I wrote is something that came out of the blue.....its swimming in a sea of angst and stuff most people loath...oh well read at your own risk...

please be kind and give it a title, I don't know what to call it....

here it is...:

I never knew life could be..

  .. so poetic and tragic

How one person such as I..

   ..could be suicidal and pessimistic

I am a person, nobody knows..

..who is just there, looking unenthusiastic

Nobody cares, nobody dares..

..to the girl who’s anti-nostalgic

For I am her, whose head is in…

    …the clouds

the poet talking endlessly without…

    …a doubt

to the notebook, the paper, the

     person without a name

Nameless is she, who lives in my mind

    the person taking over what’s mine

See how life fucked me hard, on the line?

Life made me what they loath the most….

I am she who err the innocent

Patron of the Emotionally Unstable

Queen of they-who-write-stupid-drabbles

Eve of the Suicidal

Scholastica of the Demented

Watcher of the relented

 Lilith of they-who-fall-and die

For life is poetic and tragic…

   …for those such as I

.......please  give it a title?? and I know it sucks...

mood: scared shitless.... music: .....

Heh...

After so much mental coaxing and forced coercion on myself...(weird)

Ive dragged my sorry and lazy ass out of the freakin bed ,on which I've spent all my 2 months worth of fun and happiness, to finally update on whats happenin in my fucked-up life...

1) After grandaddy died, I've been having the same consecutive dreams of me not bein in REC, or not bein in class with my friends, not goin to College and then killing myself all in one freakin dream in a night....

2) Which led into me not sleepin at all, then realizin that after a few short minutes I'm sleepin again....

3) I've never been online much and I've practically missed all the happenings out there in the cyber world, which in turn caused some serious catchin up to do later in the midnight/dawn time of the day....

4) My close cousin's has Anemia...and nobody in my mother's side has a care about her...I hate that...

5) Boycotting whatever on them for havin been this bad on my poor cousin...

6) I haven't shopped for school supplies yet...

7) I have yet to but the complete manga set of Kizuna and Lovemode.....

8) I'm really scared on the upcoming school year thingies....I'm scared of who's my classmate, where will I eat in the lunchcounter, will Kalaine and the others still find time to stay with me or that some of the people I've known have forgotten me....

Damn...I've never been this scared....

mood: sad to the max.... music: Death March

Haven't been here for a while.....I've been far too dead to not update since so many things happened....

My grandpa just died...and we buried him last Thursday. Never in my whole life have I cried for someone who's dead...maybe because Lolo is quite close to me and he in many ways influenced me ALOT.....

I remember when I was young I use to bully older people than me and he was the one who disciplined me....He disciplined me, and my other 2 cousins. He used the kind of -hit-the-brat-till-it-sways-method. He used to hit us pranksters with a whip. (the whip was used on horses before because my Lolo was a Kalesa driver after the WW somethin..) I missed him alot. Everyday, before he died, I always visit him at the ICU at the hospital in Medical City. I have to keep my poker face on since almost all of the staff knew he was goin to die....

My mom and her siblings just didn't want to admit that........

So there, Lolo died 4 days after his birthday.....what was really sad was we all planned to celebrate his birthday on a Sunday....

But we didn't celebrated his birthday. We instead celebrated his funeral....~sigh~ Life sucks....

I didn't get to even say goodbye....I only saw him and even if I wanted to say it...the words just won't come out...instead.......

....tears came........grandchildren, his children......cried and mourned....cept for me and my sis....

So now, I've come back to my habit of not sleepin ever....coz I've been feeling spooked and scared ever since Lolo died.....

Damn....

Angel

p.s.

Nicole soweeee kung hinde tau ngka2usap....heheheh sama-sama tau sa Elective ah?? Visual prehas tau...sana si Issa din....hehehe ^U^

Salamat pala sa lahat  na naka tulong skin sa Perio! Hehehehe Slamat Patty, Nicole, Issa at ang aking mga lunchmates cna Kalaine eckeck...kc nka2long kau skin dhil tinututor nyo koh b4 kc bobo akoh hehehehe....X_X.....TY! Pasado akoh...

Ja!