Everyone,
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Pish/Alt/TenTen/What-have-you
I’m taking up ENG2 this semester, that’s College Writing in English. Before the sem ends, we’re required to submit a full library research paper based on a topic of our choice. My research problem came out to be “What does local swearing/cursing/vulgar language reveal about the Filipino psyche?” and I think it rocks. But kind of not really.
It sort of is the cause of my actually losing a library book (and a very expensive library book) as well as unrest over my Christmas break. I didn’t even feel the “break” part since the prospect of the task always seems to be breathing down my neck and causing my hairs to stand. Or I can instead say that the long-hidden grade-conscious part of my has started pinching its way back into business. I can’t say it’s chosen the wrong time, but I do hope it would leave me to rest even for a bit.
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What if I had weed-cake for my birthday?
That would be so cool. Even my little cousins would get high–even my granparents would get high–EVERYONE WILL BE HIGH! And everything is happy…so happy! @__@
How I wish for weed-cake.
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No. Bad! *slaps hand*
Anyway…If I write and publish the other thing I’m thinking now, I would suck. So, never mind.
I found this very interesting ad at the bottom of the Friendster page that just caught my eye.
Polymer profile
Search & compare polymers and lookup technical data sheets
www.Omnexus.com
I wonder if it caught any other’s.
… (ellipses abuse!)
SUXXORZ is a word that roxxorz.
Why can tonight’s Christmas be one which is worthy of recollecting it?
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…dude!
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(hopefully, I’d be able to recall it)
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Brownie Mix and weed are the most awesome combination.
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Those hallucinogens are something.
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There are weird works in this brain of ours. Indeed, there are.
SO KAHAPON, nakaupo kami ni Papa sa kusina, tas bigla siyang nag-reklamo tungkol sa mga napanood niya sa Unang Hirit at nabasa sa INQ7. Nagpasa daw ng proposition na iraise ang pork barrel ng mga congressman kahit na sobra-sobra na yung mayroon sila. Tas even so, wala pa ring gumagawa ng paraan para ma-tigil na yung mga ganito (Miriam Defensor-Santiago is not enough).
Masasama daw ang mga balita.
Pinapaisip daw siya.
Galit daw siya sa utak niya.
Tapos minention rin niya na may balak siya–at gagawin niya talaga!–na mag-ransom ng anak-mayaman at ikulong, gutumin, pahirapan. Ang release niya ay nagrerest sa condition na pakainin, pabahayin, at bigyan ng trabaho ang isang buong hilera ng squatters sa isang particular na lugar, say Quiapo.
In-add niya yung reaction ng anak pag-karelease. Yung complaints, pagka-"cono", rants etc… tas yung reaction niya nuong pinakita sa kanya kung anong ginawa para mabayaran yung ransom. Astig kasi napaka-cinematic nung execution. Hindi ko ma-explain. Basta, astig.
Tas naisipan rin naming magtayo ng terrorist.assassination group para may kwenta naman kami sa pakana ng Pinas. Sabi daw kasi niya, hindi daw natututo ang Pinas kasi walang namamatay. Dapat may mamatay. Collateral damage. Kung may mali sa sistema, tanggalin ang kamalian. Ano ang mali? Ang mga nagpapatakbo mismo. At kung di sila ginawan ng paraan soon, mas worse pa siguro ang mangyayari sa kanila. Death by assassination would be much cooler.
Astig. Kahapon ko pa gusto ipost to.
Oh no, I posted the emo post, which seems so emo to me right now but when read again or when read in the point of view of other people does not seem a heck emo at all.
Meanwhile, I have to water my mother’s plants which I forgot to do earlier due to all those emo-isms, if they may be called that. Heck, it’s two years–I mean, two minutes to 12:30AM.
Tatay: "Alam mo kung pa’no mo matanggal ‘yang neurosis mo?
Tigilan mo ‘ng pagiisip."
Can’t do it. I’m addicted to thinking. I’m addicted to nightly, before-falling-asleep, eyebrow-knotting, almost-or-actually brooding thinking. Also, I’m addicted to Magic, the Trading Card game, but that’s not really the topic of interest now.
But then again, is there really any?
… :c
This afternoon, I walked around QueSci with EMO written on my forehead and SLIT and CUT HERE doodled across my wrists. And I was in all black with my hair down. And the word "emo" was repeated too much. Perhaps it was just something like a stint for the day done for the heck of it, but there’s something about walking around with stuff written on my bare visible skin… something that makes me think of the black ink which once said "EMO" seeping into my forehead, into my brain, mixing with all those chemicals causing imbalances, the muck in my skull now black slime… Agh, my life is a black abyss.
She dubs herself emo.
Oh gaad. No.
LESLY, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MEEE?!?!
Agh. *emoez*
and Ate Rejj’s ref cake (which had sugar AND caffeine; it had more coffee in it than Milo), and they were all good.
After some Y!M session did it *mura*ing start. I didn’t palpitate (that happens to me when I take in too much coffee; hence, don’t drink coffee), but my heart when racing like mad. No, it wasn’t palpitation. It just beat swift and light. It did not beat hard, because that would be palpitation. It was triggered by this joke Burt made which was about the boat–no, the one after the boat joke I forgot… Anyway, they called it the delayed laugh syndrome as I did a fit which isn’t near at all to the laugh after the joke. It was corny but a bit witty; I remember the impact. After that came tons of laughing fits, raised voices, new titles courtesy of the Fabella sisters and Ate Rejj, running around Mirasol St. and making fools of selves in the playground deep in the night…
Heck. Despite Kuya Rain’s so-emo condition that night, I was still hyper like hell. And everyone in the party could tell. I remember the Fabella sisters’ faces as they stared down at me during one of my laughing fits; they exhibited sincere concern…or anxiety, or whatever. And then there’s Carl who was too amused by the appearance of Alfred Hitchcock from one of the houses as we walked home from the playground–I mean THA Playground (yeah, ROCK–I mean, YO). Three AM he dragged me back in front of Mr. Hitchcock’s house again and made up some monologue content to share with the old people left in the house: We climed into the house and we drew on his face while he’s asleep, then we smothered the dog with the pillow I brought and it got sent to a farm, then we hid all the shoes that fitted on the left foot. Then nacl0_0 went online and I stopped typing for a long time and I don’t have anymore will to continue this. Poor manic memory got drowned in a deluge of Philosophical exploits. Heck, I’m too dazed. I can’t continue.
I tell you about the most amazing NWA gathering I’ve been to yet.
Actually, I’m still in it, type-type-typing away at the back of the room while those nearer to the TV watch Star Wars stuff (Battlestar Galactica earlier). It’s 2:16AM according to Ate Chiqui’s laptop, which I’m using right now. I’m at the Rosero residence, and the party’s for the NWA October celebrants, who are a lot. Haapy Birthday to you all again, by the way I wuv you all!
Anyway, ‘amazing’ wouldn’t have applied here if it weren’t for one thing which was my state all throughout the evening: *mura*ing SUGAR HIGH.
It’s better than being drunk.
Okay, so how it started (Boy, would my mother be mad.) I arrived at 56 Yale about 9:30AM, was admitted by Kuya Rain, and later given by Ate Rejj a plastic bowl of refrigerated fun-size-packed Cloud 9s (with a bar each of First Time and Butterfinger). I think that bowl contained the whole pack of the 60Php Party packs, and I think I ate about half its contents straight while watching them play in a very enthusiastic manner Magic, the Trading Card Game. In the party, there were lots of cakes, and they were all I ate (except for Pancit Palabok). A 4×3x3 slice of lovely chocolate cake with caramel, the largest slice of cheesecake available, and Ate Rejj’s ref cake (which had sugar AND caffeine; it had more coffee in it than — Ate Chiqui needs this thing now, she’s going home. Sayang lang tinype ko kaya, tuloy ko nalang next time WOOT HOLRYT!
Ayan. Marahil, ikaw na nilalang na nilika ng Diyos ay nagtataka kung bakit ako, na si Anna Graziella Barreno y Jardin ay naligaw sa blog ng aking soulmate ng si Pristine Alexis. Hindi ko alam kung anong topak ng kaibigan kong ito, pero pinasasalamatan ko naman siya at ibinigay niya sa akin ang kanyang tiwala. Ngayon, alam ko na ang username at password niya kaya humanda na lang kayo sa mga susunod ko pang mga entries dito sa mumunting mundo niya sa Friendster.
Oo nga pala, kapag hindi kayo nag-comment… Body slam na lang kapag nagkita tayo mga tsong! Hahaha. :))
Alam niyo bang nasayang lang ang punta ko kanina sa UP Manila? Bakit kamo? Wala kasi akong nakuhang classcard eh. Kahit isang kulangot na classcard. Wala. Zero. Nah. Empty set! Wala talaga. Nakakapanlumo. Nasayang lang yung pamasahe ko papunta doon. Sana pinambili ko na lang ng donut. Yung sa Hot Loops. Nakaka-adik kasi eh. Dalawang linggo ko na siyang kinakain na hapunan. Kaya ‘wag kayong magtataka kung mapagmasdan niyo ako mukhang kawala sa Mandaluyong Mental Hospital dahil ako ay sugar high. Subukan niyo rin kaya ng malaman niyo ang sinasabi ko.
Sasamantalahin ko na ibuko ang kaibigan kong si Pish. Haha. Mayroon kasi akong autograph book noong Grade 3 pa lamang kami. At hindi niyo aakalain na mga ganitong bagay ang maiisip niyang isulat.
Hobbies: Watching TV
Books: Books by Roald Dahl
Singer: The Corrs, B*Witched
Motto: Many
Color: Green, Blue
Perfume: Dono
Dislikes: Roy, rat, worms and snakes
Likes: Dogs
Favorite Outfit: Tin Dogz Attire
Cartoon Character: Ghost Busters, Arthur
Radio Station: Cool 106
T.V Program: Arthur, The Extreme Ghostbusters
What is love: Love is for the first time.
Lagot tayo diyan! Baka kapag nagkita kami nitong babaeng ito sa Lunes, abut-abot na sermon at sapak ang abutin ko. Pero ayus lang, mahal ko ‘yan eh! Sa haba-haba ng panahon na kakilala mo ko, hindi mo na matatago sa akin ‘yan! 
Hindi mo rin pwede itanggi dahil nasa akin ang prueba.
Sige, hanggang dito na lang muna. Sa susunod na manggulo ako dito sa blog niya, mas makulit na entry pa masasaksihan niyo.
At teka, pagkakataon ko na rin pala i-promote yung LJ ko… http://pastelwinkle09.livejournal.com
Bisita kayo ha!
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