Fucking Finals

Wee. All alone in the dorm. Well, not totally alone. I mean, basta. If not for the fuckin' exam in Econ, I'll be dozing now. At home. Not here, but at home. Whadda?! Anyway, I hope I am motivated pursuing good grades the whole of my existence here in UPLB. Because my Uncle promised to give me 2,000 pesos if I do good every sem. And I know what GOOD for him means. The hell. So help me God.

Two thousand pesos. Just imagine. I won't let go of that amount.

Something's bothering me. I just can't tell here. Too public.

Halloween specials are freakin' me out.

So much for my thoughts...

Must. Study. Now.

Narci [pictures, pictures]

narcissism n.

An excessive preoccupation with one’s own personal importance, or with achieving one’s own chosen goals rather than bonding with others, or with associating only with others whom one chooses. Sometimes psychologists associate narcissism with psychopathology and lack of conscience, but this need not be the case. But there may be lack of emotional empathy or bonding with others. Posted herewith are normal cases of narcissisn:






With my Culture buddies, Kim and Yan. Opposed to what is stated in the definition cited above, we are NOT psychopaths.










Wee. Narci.















Eto naman! Wala lang. Gusto ko lang ipaglandakan sa mundo ang kachokaran ng eklat ko.

Between the Stars and the Ampitheater

Starlight, star bright,
Wish I may, wish I might,
Have my wish come true
tonight...

Wee. Shooting stars. I fancy looking for these. Words aren't enought to express my awe. Just lying there with my friends, searching the skies for pieces of miracle...

Miracles do exist.

One word that'll summ this night: Wow (if you can consider this a word, oh well..whatever).

Yea. Nothing in this world keeps playin' in my head. I luhrv Paris...I mean, her songs.

And, for my dear blog, I did not forsake you. I missed you. Really.

Good news for me. My mom's going to NY, and I really wish I could go with her, watch Broadway and everything...heck, Christmas vacation starts December 22, which means a no-can-do for me...Sigh. It is bad news after all.

Must. Sleep. Now.

Forever bitter

Whatever happened to the sole reason of my existence in this University: pursuit for academic excellence. Fuck.
I refure to adhere to society's perception of attaining academic excellence and using one's mental faculties to survive >> Am I having the symptoms of a future tambay who drinks alcohol until it becomes water for my system?
Dropping -- a "graceful" exit for a subject you could not stand anymore. Much better than getting a 5.0.

It has been quite a Hell, if not for a certain someone.

My liver can't stand the drought. It badly needs some alcohol, and then some. This Thursday night must grace my liver with much love, much alcohol.

lalalala

When all you do is hate the big bad world out there, and sulk for who-cares-whatever-reason, then all you do is hate AND sulk, then loathe yourself for too much hate occuring in your system right now.

It seems that the sunshine never did penetrate into your curtain--filled with too much hatred--masking whatever threshold that existed beneath it.

That's life. How good can it get when all you do is hate the big bad world.

Poor you. All you do is hate, and sulk, then loathe yourself.

Poor me.

Bitch mode

Math 36, math 36...

My grades are "decreasing without bounds"...this, I do not doubt...

Kahit maka-tres lang ako huhu...

Will I write another essay, "Why I Failed Math __?"

The introduction will again be, "This is a lesson of procrastination...always a lesson of procrastination."

When the lights went out

Quoting Franco, "People are more beautiful in dimly lit places..."

We were having a meeting last night at SU, and T.I.M.I was the presiding officer.
>> Later on, I will divulge you facts about this T.I. M.I guy.
Suddenly, the lights went out. Backlights of cellphones radiated his face, creating a really eerie kind of glow. I diverted my sight to something else, it was a REALLY CREEPY sight, rather HE was really someone not worth looking at.
Then, I remembered Franco's Blog Title (Correct me if i'm wrong Franco ^^)

People seem/are more beautiful in dimly lit places, but really, he is an exception.

This is how I put it. Really cruel, but try asking the [p]ipol who knows him, THEY know.

Plus, we did not EAT him alive last night. Just to clarify things.

He really looks something like this:



















I'm sooooooooooooooooo bad...Hehe

Those Church Craps (unfinished)

Sleep wasn't able to conquer me. He stands defeated in my four-post bed, trying to sneak into the covers, waiting for me, to lull me into Dreamscape. I would really like to abandon my post and surrender myself to sleep's loving arms. That can wait.

Here's some God conversation, rather Church conversation with JM:

currency_kabelle: mga catholic skul talaga
currency_kabelle: hehe
pencilcyanide: hahah onga
pencilcyanide: alam mo b
pencilcyanide: nowadays
pencilcyanide: ang tngin ko sa catholic church
pencilcyanide: bad religion na
currency_kabelle: ur not alone
pencilcyanide: kse naman
pencilcyanide: andami nilang inalter
pencilcyanide: sa truth about christ
pencilcyanide: andmi nilang gnwang pauso
currency_kabelle: i rili don't care kung naging u know cla ni magdalene
pencilcyanide: oo nga
pencilcyanide: snbi ngang
currency_kabelle: tao xa nun e
pencilcyanide: jesus became a man
pencilcyanide: oo tama
currency_kabelle: yep
pencilcyanide: saka to be a real human
pencilcyanide: klngn mo ren
pencilcyanide: gumawa ng sin
currency_kabelle: onga
pencilcyanide: kse tao ka e
pencilcyanide: un ung mission mo
pencilcyanide: alamin kung bkt gnun ung mga tao noon
pencilcyanide: edi shmpre
pencilcyanide: klngn mo iexperience
currency_kabelle: hehe..nga naman..mejo tinatamad na ako mag Sunday services chorva
currency_kabelle: dahil dun
currency_kabelle: pero me Diyos paren akong pinaniniwlaan
pencilcyanide: ako ngsisimba ako for my family
pencilcyanide: pro i dnt like d rituals na
pencilcyanide: pro i still
pencilcyanide: talk to god personally
pencilcyanide: i always talk to him
currency_kabelle: uhmm...dba nag yfc ka?
pencilcyanide: yof
currency_kabelle: sori yof
pencilcyanide: doon gnun e
currency_kabelle: hehe
pencilcyanide: kso shmpre
pencilcyanide: bcos of religion
pencilcyanide: my rituals den
pencilcyanide: mga eklat
pencilcyanide: wc is not rly important
pencilcyanide: haha
currency_kabelle: bsta u hav to belive
pencilcyanide: yes

I have been thinking lately why I go to Church, as much as possible, every God-given Sundays. I am not really listening to the Liturgy of the Word, the Gospel, bla bla, but I do respond whenever I see an ALL, indicated in BOLD letters, in the misallete (is this right?) . I try my best listening to the Homily, but my mind shifts to anything NOT included inside the Church, figuratively speaking. I don't know. Is it the Devil whispering in my ear, "It's just cliche...it's crap" or "Such cliquish talks! Why bother listening?" Then my mind automatically shifts elsewhere.
Is there really something wrong with the Church? Or is it just me?
Better continue this post tomorrow.

Didn't Feel Like Studying Related Rates

HOW DOES IT FEEL LIKE DIGGING YOUR OWN GRAVE?
Try asking Erap

Read this. Just click the link below.

http://news.inq7.net/breaking/index.php?index=2&story_id=74679

Erap readies himself for death, literally, when he prepared his own tomb on his 15-hectare estate in Manila.

So how does it feel knowing your final resting place? Seeing it before you, imagining your body, enclosed in a box, six feet under. And resting on YOUR patch of grass is YOUR epitaph with inscriptions like, Forever in Our Hearts, Loving Daughter and Mother, On Angels Wings, Keep of my grass or I'll visit you, and so on. Does it or does it not creep you out and make the hairs on your back stand on an end?

I do fear the uncertainty.

If ever Death's time to escort me to Afterlife befalls, I would like everyone to know that I would want to be cremated, and the urn that would contain my ashes must be black, for fun! Just to note, thank you.

Everything is planned. At least something in my future would not be uncertain.

Blame Erap for this.

THE THIN LINE
Of Presidents and Movie Stars

"He is my idol. It is from President Reagan that I got the idea of running."
--Ousted President Joseph Estrada

Awww shocks, how sweeeet.

I could imagine Reagan saying I'm really really flattered and all, and you're like a really good movie star, but you are not an effective president as I am. Besides you're in prison buddy. I never could imagine ME behind bars, that is if you are really behind bars. I thought I'm your idol, I could never do somethin' like that dude. Maybe it's another Reagan or something...Thanks anyway. Hugs!

I wish Erap did not run at all. But what was done cannot be undone. Wish not granted.

Anyway, just feast your eyes on this.


ERAP: Reagan, I adore you. I really idol you! Hugs!

REAGAN: Fuck off buddy. You're in prison!











Anyway, I better study related rates. Fuck.

[P]amilya

"Ess muss sein! What remains of life when a person rejects what he previously considered his mission?" -- Milan Kundera

What will remain of my life when I reject what I previously consider as my passion? [P]

Iam still undecided whether I'll continue for next year or not...haay...

If ever I will not, these moments, especially these people, will be etched in my mind.

I'll miss them.

Mumblings, grumblings

*Now I have to do this all over again...grrr

NONSENSICALITY
Is it just me or most of today's television shows are inane—specifically, our soap operas. They are hiding beneath a facade of a "distinct" storyline, when the truth is that they just present it in a "unique" way to divert the audiences' attention from a run-of-the-mill plot. They just add something to embellish the "same old same" story. The following are some of the incorrigible elements that seem to shadow the “distinct” plot:
(1) Adding love teams to “the” love team >> the more the merrier
(2) The setting >> going from place to place, even creating a magical world
(3) Rags to riches – the protagonist’s economic status transition
(4) Karma and revenge >> foundations of soap opera that the antagonist need to live with when the protagonist turns filthy rich
(5) Love stories will remain the same. The thing is, there are but many twists and turns

Well, I guess this is television, rather soap operas. It is but for our viewing pleasure because it presents nothing but nothing aside from cliquish acts. I admit that this is too strong a claim, and I was not able to justify my argument, but this is how I see it. The massive proliferation of the television is disturbing that it can possibly dumb people, especially those watching soap operas.

“Television is nothing more than a "toaster with pictures"
-- FCC Chairman Mark Fowler

STUPID-NESS
I am hypothesizing that you know Paris Hilton, the blonde heiress who spent money to patent the phrase, “That’s hot™” reasoning out that she was the one who started the kewl phrase. Woa.
Just so you would know, Paris Hilton thought that Wal-Mart is a store selling walls. How stupid can she get? Really?
But did you know that you can make tons of money out of stupidity? The thin line that hinders you from being filthy rich (like Paris) is that you really, really need to be sexy, so your being stupid looks really cute, and you have a sex video posted in the internet and proliferated worldwide. Now, I assure you, you will be just like Paris Hilton, the blonde girl everyone dreams of becoming. Well, not everyone though. Count me out.









I never really wanted to be like her or am I just bitter?