ohmygodi'msuchaloser!

i reread my post and it was such a...a...a..disaster!

i stink. ewww!

okay. inhale.exhale.countdown to total death: 11 hours.

forgive me.


anyway, i love Dream Girls..


no no no way..
no no no way
i'm living without you..

that's it.

i'm dead.


bye world.

Riding the mrt and erotic moves

right. i have to establish the connection. because i have a 15-page term paper to do (of course, the deadline is tomorrow.err!), i definitely need to pour my crazy, weird, greenish thoughts out. umm..if you consider yourself a minor, you can exit the screen--or discover the real world. haha.

anyway, i think it's the first time i rode the mrt this year. and i just realized that while some people look at themselves as one of those sardines mercilessly 'sardined' in the train, i've suddenly stumbled upon a creative idea. i like the term. creative. hahaha.

people are not just doing acrobats while in the train--especially during the rush hour when their poise is not an issue anymore. they are really testing not only their flexibility but different possible sexual positions. :p

imagine yourself riding the train and it's literally overflowing. of course, you needed to make yourself comfortable and held onto something so you wouldn't fall when the -physics term needed here- blah blah..or when the train would start moving or would stop. then you also needed to accommodate other people so they could hav their space. so you're either stuck in your weird bending position and holding at the post while an old man was sort of 'pasted' at the post.

so you accidentally touched his something that was long dead and you get traumatized and wished to God that he didn't notice or was too embarrassed to look at you. haha!

ummm.. did i make a connection? not really. oh well.

ah. yeah. the train goes 'hump hump hump' once in a while. so there..

ah crap!

Raped--for more 'green' titles

stupid. stupid.

no question. i officially declare myself stupid. another 5.0 goes to my TCG. who cares? ahhh.. those weird companies i'll be applying to a million years from now--when and IF i'd graduate.

i've finally felt that hazy feeling--when all you want to do is sink to the ground and promise an excruciating death in exchange for a 3-minute humiliation. oh yes. i think i'd prefer death over embarrassment.

after 2 semesters of spanish, all i got to say during my oral final exam were, "me llamo shalimar--ahh... tome(forgot my family name)" and "si, si".


can it get worse than that?

of course. it's those awkward moments when me and my groupmates just stare at each other for help.

i think i'm having a heart attack. excruciating. death.

Pay back time

i hate it when people judge too much with what they see. they should know that there are things which are hidden from them--that are difficult to decipher given their roles on such situations. in fact, they aren't even included! do i need to say "it's none of your business!" or are they smart enough to understand that?

blah blah blah.

nag shali. nag.

hell.

i really shouldn't care about them. they're just narrow-minded idiots who don't have lives so they meddle other people's lives.

i never wanted to talk because i know that when i do, it could turn out really ugly. but hey! mess up my life and i'll ruin yours. forever.

p.s.

i hope you know me. you. yes you. believe what i tell you. see it. feel it.

one last push

..have been staring at the screen for quite some time now..

..they always say that one learns from experience.. and with so many experiences to learn from, one should be more or less used to it by now..

..so why is it still painful?.. what hurts more is that you have to act like there's nothing wrong, or that it's no biggie, depending on the person you're with..

..no need for comments here..

..i'm definitely lost..

..but no one will ever know..