I have just spent my hard-earned semestral break confined in a dingy hospital room. It sucked big time! I did not take a bath for six days straight and the nurses (even though they were very nice and cute) kept popping up at the most importune moments. The only good thing that happened during my stay was: the room was airconditioned and it was cool even though I am feverish at times, the food people whom visit me brings like cake, and cable TV so I was able to watch "From Dusk Till Dawn" even if the TV was small and almost three feet away from me....
Anyway, I was diagnosed with Pneumonia, and get this, I had Typhoid Fever at the same time! Talk about coincidence. Did you know that its my first time, since infancy, to be confined in a hospital? Yeah, so during the first day when they placed the dextrose and got blood, I watched very closely... It was quite fascinating. Now, I have a damaged lung, specifically a right-lower lobe damaged lung. I have a weak immune system and when I say weak, I mean WEAK! I cough up blood and my vveins hurt, coz they had to transfer my dextrose. I was very "makulit" and I kept rolling around the bed, now the dextrose was attached on my left hand so that I can still function but shit happened and they had to reattach it this time on my right hand.
What really bugged me about my room was the view. I was on the sixth floor and I had wide windows but when you open the curtains what you see is not a spectacular view but Jake Cuenca's nude body! Who the hell wants to see Jae Cuenca's nude body?! I know I don't! Well, that's sort of the short of my week long stay at the hospital. I hope I won't experience any repeat of it. Ever. Again. Never Ever.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Depression
I am feeling under the weather today, so I unearthed this story and decided to post it. It is a tribute to my very wonderful and good Nanay. Love you, Nay!
The hardest day of my life, for me, was the day that my grandmother left me. She went along with death and played a cruel joke on little ‘ole me. She passed away last August 2006.
I watched over my ailing Nanay for quite a few weeks when she was still confined at the hospital. It was a bitter sweet memory. I’ve never felt so helpless before, watching her past away, fade within my reach. The UST charity ward was hell on earth for those weeks.
She had diabetes and other complications developed such as kidney failure and heart disease. She and my grandfather were living in Cavite, due to our busy lives in metro manila and lack of money, we were never always there to visit them. At least, we try to go there once a month.
The first time I visited her in the hospital, the stench of wet diapers, unwashed hair and Lysol air freshener hit me with a force. As I entered the ward, I was easily taken aback by the sight of my grandmother lying on the bed wasting away like the other people in that ward. When I neared the bed, she opened her eyes and talked to me about her blood pressure. I was slightly fazed because of the topic but I though she just wanted to talk. She mistook me for a doctor. It was because of the amount of medicine she intakes, it degenerates her memory. She can’t even remember her oldest grand daughter! She looked so pale and gaunt. Her body is so weak that she can’t even lift her arm nor sit on her own. When I told her it was me Nerissa, her grand daughter, she laughed. She said that it’s been so long since we last saw each other. I nearly cried then and there. I’ve felt so foolish and guilty for not being always there, I just can’t bear to see my once always joyous, vibrant and boisterous grandmother wither away like a candle. When she awoke, the twinkle I always find in her eyes was gone. It was like a shell of something then. I couldn’t help myself but to hug and cries with her while whispering “I love you Nanay.” After school, I’d go to the hospital and watch her. I’d sit by her side and read some magazines, ape with her and mostly talk with my beloved grandmother. During those times, I felt so happy because I get to spend time with her and the flicker of hope in my heart burns steadily. Even though there is a feeling of dread for the inevitable in my mind, my heart held on. Miracles do happen, don’t they, if you’d just believe.
She died on August 25 at exactly 9:00 am. I was in school then, enjoying and laughing off with my friends in the canteen. I was thinking that this is the life, being young and carefree. After school, I happily walked along the road to the hospital thinking of the funny incident I just saw ion the road. The moment I got there, I saw my mother coming down the stairs. I just waved at her and she smiled while motioning for me to go up. I went inside the ward and saw the bed empty with our things packed. I desperately held on to the belief that everything was just well and we were to come home but then I realized that there were tears in my eyes and everyone else’s; a grief of tide overwhelmed me. My grandmother, a mother, a lover, a daughter of the Lord is gone. Death came swiftly piercing through the night. Death was the thief that stealthily got by the wall I built to protect her, my Nanay. She is gone. Forever. For the first time in years, I cried. I cried my heart out. I cried till my tears run dry. I cried ‘till I can’t cry no more.
I pray everyday for the soul of my Nanay. I believe that she will always guide us wherever we will be. There was a point in my life that I had a break down. I replaced the emotional pain that I was feeling with another kind of pain; physical pain. Only my closest friends know what I can do with the blade and syringes I have stacked up. But then I realized that Nanay wouldn’t want that. She wouldn’t want that. I love my grandmother that sometimes it just hurts so much to go on with life and always smile. It’s hard to go on knowing that the one you love wouldn’t be there anymore to share with your laughter, tears and victories. I hope that in time, I’ll learn to let go. I hope.
The hardest day of my life, for me, was the day that my grandmother left me. She went along with death and played a cruel joke on little ‘ole me. She passed away last August 2006.
I watched over my ailing Nanay for quite a few weeks when she was still confined at the hospital. It was a bitter sweet memory. I’ve never felt so helpless before, watching her past away, fade within my reach. The UST charity ward was hell on earth for those weeks.
She had diabetes and other complications developed such as kidney failure and heart disease. She and my grandfather were living in Cavite, due to our busy lives in metro manila and lack of money, we were never always there to visit them. At least, we try to go there once a month.
The first time I visited her in the hospital, the stench of wet diapers, unwashed hair and Lysol air freshener hit me with a force. As I entered the ward, I was easily taken aback by the sight of my grandmother lying on the bed wasting away like the other people in that ward. When I neared the bed, she opened her eyes and talked to me about her blood pressure. I was slightly fazed because of the topic but I though she just wanted to talk. She mistook me for a doctor. It was because of the amount of medicine she intakes, it degenerates her memory. She can’t even remember her oldest grand daughter! She looked so pale and gaunt. Her body is so weak that she can’t even lift her arm nor sit on her own. When I told her it was me Nerissa, her grand daughter, she laughed. She said that it’s been so long since we last saw each other. I nearly cried then and there. I’ve felt so foolish and guilty for not being always there, I just can’t bear to see my once always joyous, vibrant and boisterous grandmother wither away like a candle. When she awoke, the twinkle I always find in her eyes was gone. It was like a shell of something then. I couldn’t help myself but to hug and cries with her while whispering “I love you Nanay.” After school, I’d go to the hospital and watch her. I’d sit by her side and read some magazines, ape with her and mostly talk with my beloved grandmother. During those times, I felt so happy because I get to spend time with her and the flicker of hope in my heart burns steadily. Even though there is a feeling of dread for the inevitable in my mind, my heart held on. Miracles do happen, don’t they, if you’d just believe.
She died on August 25 at exactly 9:00 am. I was in school then, enjoying and laughing off with my friends in the canteen. I was thinking that this is the life, being young and carefree. After school, I happily walked along the road to the hospital thinking of the funny incident I just saw ion the road. The moment I got there, I saw my mother coming down the stairs. I just waved at her and she smiled while motioning for me to go up. I went inside the ward and saw the bed empty with our things packed. I desperately held on to the belief that everything was just well and we were to come home but then I realized that there were tears in my eyes and everyone else’s; a grief of tide overwhelmed me. My grandmother, a mother, a lover, a daughter of the Lord is gone. Death came swiftly piercing through the night. Death was the thief that stealthily got by the wall I built to protect her, my Nanay. She is gone. Forever. For the first time in years, I cried. I cried my heart out. I cried till my tears run dry. I cried ‘till I can’t cry no more.
I pray everyday for the soul of my Nanay. I believe that she will always guide us wherever we will be. There was a point in my life that I had a break down. I replaced the emotional pain that I was feeling with another kind of pain; physical pain. Only my closest friends know what I can do with the blade and syringes I have stacked up. But then I realized that Nanay wouldn’t want that. She wouldn’t want that. I love my grandmother that sometimes it just hurts so much to go on with life and always smile. It’s hard to go on knowing that the one you love wouldn’t be there anymore to share with your laughter, tears and victories. I hope that in time, I’ll learn to let go. I hope.
Bebop!
If I would describe my life, I would describe it as Aziraphale described Crowley’s music collection – bebop. Ha! You heard it right. My life is bebop, not a very classical definition, is it? What is bebop anyway? Why do I describe my life as thus? Is it mundane? Is it modern? Is it rubbish? Or is it a new-age thing? Do I really know what the word bebop means?
I am very sick today, as in off my rockers sick and yet I woke up early to take the La Salle test… Masochism at its best. I am not a very particular person, from my looks down to my hobbies; I do not exude that aura which calls attention to moi. I am just a normal kid with eccentric qualities but then again being normal means being unique and once again my argument, unique is a euphemism weird and if everyone is unique in his or her own way then my friends we are all freaks. Once I went to a university where I met this very loud and bright individual, I forgot his name but he was quite easy to remember for one, he was hot and second, he was a gay majoring in Communications (Public Speaking). Yeh! My kind of good old fashioned lover boy. Anyway, he was talking to our tour guide and then he heard me ranting about people and their abhorrence for everything weird which was hypocrital since they are weird in their own way. So, when he heard me, he went to me and got my hand and congratulated me, he said and I quote,”I like this girl! Ano number mo?” Hah! I am a gay magnet! Go me!!! Sadly, after that rendezvous, I never got to meet him again…
Back to bebop. What is bebop anyway? Aziraphale knows, Crowley knows, I don’t know. Hahahaha… I am such a weirdo, go me, I am being a human!
I am very sick today, as in off my rockers sick and yet I woke up early to take the La Salle test… Masochism at its best. I am not a very particular person, from my looks down to my hobbies; I do not exude that aura which calls attention to moi. I am just a normal kid with eccentric qualities but then again being normal means being unique and once again my argument, unique is a euphemism weird and if everyone is unique in his or her own way then my friends we are all freaks. Once I went to a university where I met this very loud and bright individual, I forgot his name but he was quite easy to remember for one, he was hot and second, he was a gay majoring in Communications (Public Speaking). Yeh! My kind of good old fashioned lover boy. Anyway, he was talking to our tour guide and then he heard me ranting about people and their abhorrence for everything weird which was hypocrital since they are weird in their own way. So, when he heard me, he went to me and got my hand and congratulated me, he said and I quote,”I like this girl! Ano number mo?” Hah! I am a gay magnet! Go me!!! Sadly, after that rendezvous, I never got to meet him again…
Back to bebop. What is bebop anyway? Aziraphale knows, Crowley knows, I don’t know. Hahahaha… I am such a weirdo, go me, I am being a human!
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Read, If You Dare
Read, If You Dare
I pick up my pen
I know what I want
To say to these people
To say to the world
But then in my mind
I see your face
And I falter
Because I wonder
What you'd think
What you'd say
If you knew it was me
Hiding under these words
I pick up my pen
I know what I want
To say to these people
To say to the world
But then in my mind
I see your face
And I falter
Because I wonder
What you'd think
What you'd say
If you knew it was me
Hiding under these words
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Good Morning Sunshine, Earth says Hello! (A Panic! At The Disco Fanfic)
Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you?
With my quesy smile
He has been my friend for quite some time now, more like a bestfriend actually. I admit that though I am far from being the best there is, I still hope that I may be enough.
I am most definitely not gay or bi for that matter. I just love him. Him being Ryan Ross; the said bestfriend. Sue me.... And I try my best to make him like me. I know that he likes me as a friend, that should be enough for me but.... It still doesn't kill that feeling.
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?
Sure, I flirt with him. Hell, I flirt with everyone. After all, I am Brendon Boyd Urie-attention whore extraordinaire. Everyone knows it. Still, there are times that what I say to him is true. Ryden DIrrrrrty!!! Sure he laughs it off and it hurts me inside but I do my best to lock up the pain.
Some say that those stunts I pull off are just for publicity. I say its for fun. Heck, I get to act out my wildest fantasies on him at the stage and the cool part about it is that he can't run away. The fans love it, I love it, I really wish he loves it; so its a win-win situation.
I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I'm just a little bit shy
Sometimes he'd just have about enough of me that I scurry out to my bunk on our bus. Boy does he have a temper! I can get a little too dirty after all. Other times he'd just come to me, willingly might I add, and we talk. After a few laughs, he'd just turn all serious and tell me not to be blue. Yeah, I tend to get into a funk when he ignores me. And this short act of concern makes me hope that there might be something for me.
I don't normally do all those stuff you see on the net. Half of those are "photoshopped" and the other half are done during the times when I get tipsy. I actually like to read and spend some time with my friends- namely Ryan. Whenever I spend some alone time, I watch him or think about him; of course. I know I am like obssessed... I am shy you know, I just get high with the adrenaline rush and attention. I am an attention whore but I am also homey. Paradox, huh? I sure hope you get what I mean..
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Without making me try
I tried to be like Pete Wentz and go all gay on him but I just broke his guitar when I tried that 360 degree turn. Believe me when I say that it was bad. I also tried to be William Beckett but alas, one will is enough for the tour. I've got to be identity mad now; all I wanted was to be closer to him and look what it got me.
I can be brown
I can be blue
I can be a violet sky
I can be horrible
I can be purple
I can be anything you like
Ths is driving me insane. This has got to stop. I got to tell my bestfriend that I love him. How cliche of me. I need to tell him how I feel. He needs to know that there is a person out there who loves him deeply. I need to march to him right now and do this!
And I need to stop this annoying habit of mine to talk with my bathroom mirror because my freakin bestfriend whom I love is standing outside the bathroom door gaping at me. Shit! I am screwed!
A.N.
My first Brendon/Ryan fanfic... Yipee!!!!! I've got another one coming, it's the continuation but this time, its Ryan's point of view... Hehehehe
Do I repulse you?
With my quesy smile
He has been my friend for quite some time now, more like a bestfriend actually. I admit that though I am far from being the best there is, I still hope that I may be enough.
I am most definitely not gay or bi for that matter. I just love him. Him being Ryan Ross; the said bestfriend. Sue me.... And I try my best to make him like me. I know that he likes me as a friend, that should be enough for me but.... It still doesn't kill that feeling.
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?
Sure, I flirt with him. Hell, I flirt with everyone. After all, I am Brendon Boyd Urie-attention whore extraordinaire. Everyone knows it. Still, there are times that what I say to him is true. Ryden DIrrrrrty!!! Sure he laughs it off and it hurts me inside but I do my best to lock up the pain.
Some say that those stunts I pull off are just for publicity. I say its for fun. Heck, I get to act out my wildest fantasies on him at the stage and the cool part about it is that he can't run away. The fans love it, I love it, I really wish he loves it; so its a win-win situation.
I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I'm just a little bit shy
Sometimes he'd just have about enough of me that I scurry out to my bunk on our bus. Boy does he have a temper! I can get a little too dirty after all. Other times he'd just come to me, willingly might I add, and we talk. After a few laughs, he'd just turn all serious and tell me not to be blue. Yeah, I tend to get into a funk when he ignores me. And this short act of concern makes me hope that there might be something for me.
I don't normally do all those stuff you see on the net. Half of those are "photoshopped" and the other half are done during the times when I get tipsy. I actually like to read and spend some time with my friends- namely Ryan. Whenever I spend some alone time, I watch him or think about him; of course. I know I am like obssessed... I am shy you know, I just get high with the adrenaline rush and attention. I am an attention whore but I am also homey. Paradox, huh? I sure hope you get what I mean..
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Without making me try
I tried to be like Pete Wentz and go all gay on him but I just broke his guitar when I tried that 360 degree turn. Believe me when I say that it was bad. I also tried to be William Beckett but alas, one will is enough for the tour. I've got to be identity mad now; all I wanted was to be closer to him and look what it got me.
I can be brown
I can be blue
I can be a violet sky
I can be horrible
I can be purple
I can be anything you like
Ths is driving me insane. This has got to stop. I got to tell my bestfriend that I love him. How cliche of me. I need to tell him how I feel. He needs to know that there is a person out there who loves him deeply. I need to march to him right now and do this!
And I need to stop this annoying habit of mine to talk with my bathroom mirror because my freakin bestfriend whom I love is standing outside the bathroom door gaping at me. Shit! I am screwed!
A.N.
My first Brendon/Ryan fanfic... Yipee!!!!! I've got another one coming, it's the continuation but this time, its Ryan's point of view... Hehehehe
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Whew
Finally, school year 2006-2007 has finally left the building! Now is the time for me to hit the beach, the sand and the books..... Wait! What!!!
Unfortunately for me, I have to spend my summer going to school. Its not that I am retarded or I flunked my class ( I am the top three of our batch, mind you ), Its because I passed the Ateneo Junior Summer Class, fancy huh? Its some sort of preparation for college....
Anyway, updates.... Hmm.... I finally confessed my undying "love" to my object of affection, namely Ronald Belandres through mail; I got a surprise visit from my classmate today, at my house, where I am in tatters, where it is dirty; I managed to reain my sanity; I have revived my love for Hades; and I managed to have a complete second season of supernatural. Cool, huh?
Next school year.... Huh.... I've got to do some stuff...... Oh, yeah! I am now a descendant of McDonald- Hertz-Copernicus, although I wish that I was placed in Faraday so I can be an official descendant of Kelvin Lagota- Del Mundo, Pauling, Hertz, Faraday. That would have been nice....
Hmm.... I know, I'm rambling... Hmm..... What else?...
I am currently into fanfics about Hades and Persephone. Yup!
I am being pressed by my loyal reviewers to update my fic on hades and sephie. How touching!
I am being pestered by my mom to lose weight. So revolting!
I am quite drained....
Sayonara!!
Unfortunately for me, I have to spend my summer going to school. Its not that I am retarded or I flunked my class ( I am the top three of our batch, mind you ), Its because I passed the Ateneo Junior Summer Class, fancy huh? Its some sort of preparation for college....
Anyway, updates.... Hmm.... I finally confessed my undying "love" to my object of affection, namely Ronald Belandres through mail; I got a surprise visit from my classmate today, at my house, where I am in tatters, where it is dirty; I managed to reain my sanity; I have revived my love for Hades; and I managed to have a complete second season of supernatural. Cool, huh?
Next school year.... Huh.... I've got to do some stuff...... Oh, yeah! I am now a descendant of McDonald- Hertz-Copernicus, although I wish that I was placed in Faraday so I can be an official descendant of Kelvin Lagota- Del Mundo, Pauling, Hertz, Faraday. That would have been nice....
Hmm.... I know, I'm rambling... Hmm..... What else?...
I am currently into fanfics about Hades and Persephone. Yup!
I am being pressed by my loyal reviewers to update my fic on hades and sephie. How touching!
I am being pestered by my mom to lose weight. So revolting!
I am quite drained....
Sayonara!!
Sunday, March 18, 2007
It Was NOT Supposed To Be Like This!
My post for today has absolutely nothing to do with the picture above. I just thought that Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross looked good.
I will tell you a story about a girl and a boy.
A girl has this huge crush on a boy. A big boy, an older boy. The girl has carried on this torch for months now but the boy still doesn't know about it. One day the girl's friends decided to take the matter into their own hands. They asked the contact information of the boy and gave it to the girl. The girl, slightly confused, embarrased and disoriented just took the number and hid it on her notebook.
The day arrived when the girl got her cellphone back, after it's long rest in a pawnshop. But the girl still didn't contact the boy eventhough there is only 1 month left until graduation.
One saturday, after concluding their practice, the girl, feeling a little tipsy and trigger-happy, mustered up the courage to text the boy. And joys of joys, the boy texted back. Although the boy was apprehensive at first, they were able to communicate well. The problem is, the girl has entangled herself in a web of lies carefully done by no one else but herself.
Now, after a long week of texting, the boy has finally revealed his true identity. Which the girl already knew in the first place but the boy didn't. I know this is complicated but its a teenage thing. Yeah, it sucks.
Anyway, the girl is now in a dilemna, to reveal her true identity and lose the boy or to continue avoiding the meeting and just be content to hide in the shadows of technology?
For more information on this story, just see me.
Hah, life kicks you in the arse....
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
The Philippine Elections
What is a Philippine election?
It all begins when the country's brightest, most highly qualified inhabitants, the young dynamic
professionals, citizens who have the potential to make good leaders, get together and examine the country'sproblems, the state of politics and the long-term national prospects
What happens next?
They decide to emigrate
And after that?
Another group of bright people get together
What do they do?
They also emigrate
And then?
And so on and so forth
What does any of this have to do with a Philippine election?
When talented, smart and highly qualified potential leaders leave the country all the time, who are you left with? Retired basketball players? Toilet comedians? Bad actors and actresses? Spoiled vicious rich kids?Ageing and debauched hermaphrodites? You're now ready to hold a Philippine election
How important are elected officials to the Philippines ?
Nobody's been able to figure out an answer to that one
What's at stake in a Philippine election?
Prizes and surprises! Millions in cash! Dream houses! The vacations of your choice! Fun for the entire family! That's from the politician's point of view
How many positions are waiting to be filled in the coming elections?
About 17,000 public offices and a still undetermined number of graves
So it's like a lotto?
Sort of, except that when you lose you could lose your life
Who are qualified to run?
Anyone at all! Generally, any person of any citizenship who's alive, of a certain age, goodcharacter and able to summon a mob huge enough to intimidate the Supreme Court
What kind of candidates have the most chances of winning?
ARTISTS who have the CONFIDENCE of the people
You mean a con artist?, don't you?
You said it, we didn't
Who are qualified to vote?
Those willing to be bussed around and go a hard day's work visiting a lot of precints during election day.
Talk about parties in the Philippines
Everybody loves going to parties in the Philippines
No, POLITICAL parties.
Oh!. Well, in the past there used to be only two parties, the Liberalistas and the Nacionalistas. Now there are several dozen, but they still all fall under two main parties: the Sosyalites and the Opportunistas
What's the difference between the two parties?
Sosyalites love parties. Opportunistas will join any
Explain what this year's presidential elections is all about
Did you hear the one about the murderer, the thief, the incompetent and the idiot?
No, is that a joke?
That's the presidential election
You're a cynical bastard, aren't you?
No no no, we're not running for office
Why are there so many international observers who come to a Philippine election?
They're fascinated by all the strange phenomena which accompany it
What are you talking about?
Miracles are a dime a dozen during elections here. Vicious criminals suddenly become saintly leaders.Voters fly. The dead cast their ballots. Morons become national leaders.
Why is the Church so closely involved in elections?
They're also interested in studying the miracles. Also, priests are needed to administer the last sacraments to all the people who're killed
Philippine elections sound like theyre really violent and bloody
Not really. Not more than several dozen die on the average. Why thats only a teensy fraction of the population! And everything blows over after election day, so the country can bet back to its usual kidnapping, wholesale graft, hostage taking and coup attempts
How clean are Philippine elections?
Lets put it this way: if Philippine elections were your house you wouldnt want to live in it
What are guns, goons and gold??
Three traditional important elements of a successful election. Theres a new one: film credits
How come this pamphlet doesn't include a question that goes why can't all candidates just jump in the lake??
That question looks like it was just gratuitously put into this article for very naughty purposes. We decline to answer it
How can you tell an election outcome is suspicious?
Power failures in very specific rooms where the counting is taking place. Numbers that start losing zeroes as the days go by.
Can't the candidates, out of the goodness of their hearts, put a stop to crooked elections?
You really ARE from another planet, aren't you?
It all begins when the country's brightest, most highly qualified inhabitants, the young dynamic
professionals, citizens who have the potential to make good leaders, get together and examine the country'sproblems, the state of politics and the long-term national prospects
What happens next?
They decide to emigrate
And after that?
Another group of bright people get together
What do they do?
They also emigrate
And then?
And so on and so forth
What does any of this have to do with a Philippine election?
When talented, smart and highly qualified potential leaders leave the country all the time, who are you left with? Retired basketball players? Toilet comedians? Bad actors and actresses? Spoiled vicious rich kids?Ageing and debauched hermaphrodites? You're now ready to hold a Philippine election
How important are elected officials to the Philippines ?
Nobody's been able to figure out an answer to that one
What's at stake in a Philippine election?
Prizes and surprises! Millions in cash! Dream houses! The vacations of your choice! Fun for the entire family! That's from the politician's point of view
How many positions are waiting to be filled in the coming elections?
About 17,000 public offices and a still undetermined number of graves
So it's like a lotto?
Sort of, except that when you lose you could lose your life
Who are qualified to run?
Anyone at all! Generally, any person of any citizenship who's alive, of a certain age, goodcharacter and able to summon a mob huge enough to intimidate the Supreme Court
What kind of candidates have the most chances of winning?
ARTISTS who have the CONFIDENCE of the people
You mean a con artist?, don't you?
You said it, we didn't
Who are qualified to vote?
Those willing to be bussed around and go a hard day's work visiting a lot of precints during election day.
Talk about parties in the Philippines
Everybody loves going to parties in the Philippines
No, POLITICAL parties.
Oh!. Well, in the past there used to be only two parties, the Liberalistas and the Nacionalistas. Now there are several dozen, but they still all fall under two main parties: the Sosyalites and the Opportunistas
What's the difference between the two parties?
Sosyalites love parties. Opportunistas will join any
Explain what this year's presidential elections is all about
Did you hear the one about the murderer, the thief, the incompetent and the idiot?
No, is that a joke?
That's the presidential election
You're a cynical bastard, aren't you?
No no no, we're not running for office
Why are there so many international observers who come to a Philippine election?
They're fascinated by all the strange phenomena which accompany it
What are you talking about?
Miracles are a dime a dozen during elections here. Vicious criminals suddenly become saintly leaders.Voters fly. The dead cast their ballots. Morons become national leaders.
Why is the Church so closely involved in elections?
They're also interested in studying the miracles. Also, priests are needed to administer the last sacraments to all the people who're killed
Philippine elections sound like theyre really violent and bloody
Not really. Not more than several dozen die on the average. Why thats only a teensy fraction of the population! And everything blows over after election day, so the country can bet back to its usual kidnapping, wholesale graft, hostage taking and coup attempts
How clean are Philippine elections?
Lets put it this way: if Philippine elections were your house you wouldnt want to live in it
What are guns, goons and gold??
Three traditional important elements of a successful election. Theres a new one: film credits
How come this pamphlet doesn't include a question that goes why can't all candidates just jump in the lake??
That question looks like it was just gratuitously put into this article for very naughty purposes. We decline to answer it
How can you tell an election outcome is suspicious?
Power failures in very specific rooms where the counting is taking place. Numbers that start losing zeroes as the days go by.
Can't the candidates, out of the goodness of their hearts, put a stop to crooked elections?
You really ARE from another planet, aren't you?
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Jubilations, Equations and Revelations Part 1
Wow.
So much has happened for the past few days. Many happenings occured and quite a lot of things were revealed.
First of all, I got an epiphany on Physics.
Dun, dun, dun dun.....
Physics
is
fun.
Now, now don't get me wrong here. Today, I finally understand the underlying concepts in Electricity and Electronics. Kirchoff? Pfftt... Big Deal! Although, I'm still pretty much upset that we lost in the contest. Anyway, the brightside there is we get a perfect score on our quizzes. Yipee! No more grueling one-hour long quizzes which nobody can and ever will get.
I've just realized that the ideas in physics can be applied in real life. A chain reaction started when the catalyst is added in to the mixture. It was like Ms. Intal's meddling with Mr. Ecnart's affairs which started a very nasty fight resulting to damaged friendships and erased weblogs. How about that?
Second, Toilets are very powerful.
Yes, my dear readers, you have read it right. Toilets are powerful. I was flipping through the channels when an old documentary caught my attention, it was about toilets- its history, invention and evolution. It was really cool. Not only are they used for successful drops and relief for our wastes, thay can also be tools for mass destruction.
Toilets were first invented in Britain. Due to its "flushing" techniques, it became popular with the rich and mighty. Soon enough, every powerful member of the royal court has one; problem is Britain didn't have good sewage systems then. This problem resulted to a sea of excrement in the public square. Once you flush down something, I assure you, It will shortly bubble up from underground in your neighbor's backyard. Gross. This condition caused the outbreak of diseases which resulted to a million deaths on record.
Due to the problem presented by toilets, the Parliament then decreed to make good sewage systems. This solved the problem and technologically advance the British Isles. Until today, some of these are still used. See what toilets can do? So the next time you sit on your bowl than it for the changes it brought with it.
Third, being the president does not mean you know everything. Heck, I'm always the last to know. Being a non-gossiper sucks. I dunno if something is happening in my section that I should know about. Naivety sucks, people! I demand to know everything! well, not actually everything considering the amount of information I received from Hilaire about a certain nipping of the bud. I didn't need to know about that but a scandal spices up life, doesn't it?
I'm already falling asleep on the desktop so I bid my journal adieu. I'll continue this tomorrow...
So much has happened for the past few days. Many happenings occured and quite a lot of things were revealed.
First of all, I got an epiphany on Physics.
Dun, dun, dun dun.....
Physics
is
fun.
Now, now don't get me wrong here. Today, I finally understand the underlying concepts in Electricity and Electronics. Kirchoff? Pfftt... Big Deal! Although, I'm still pretty much upset that we lost in the contest. Anyway, the brightside there is we get a perfect score on our quizzes. Yipee! No more grueling one-hour long quizzes which nobody can and ever will get.
I've just realized that the ideas in physics can be applied in real life. A chain reaction started when the catalyst is added in to the mixture. It was like Ms. Intal's meddling with Mr. Ecnart's affairs which started a very nasty fight resulting to damaged friendships and erased weblogs. How about that?
Second, Toilets are very powerful.
Yes, my dear readers, you have read it right. Toilets are powerful. I was flipping through the channels when an old documentary caught my attention, it was about toilets- its history, invention and evolution. It was really cool. Not only are they used for successful drops and relief for our wastes, thay can also be tools for mass destruction.
Toilets were first invented in Britain. Due to its "flushing" techniques, it became popular with the rich and mighty. Soon enough, every powerful member of the royal court has one; problem is Britain didn't have good sewage systems then. This problem resulted to a sea of excrement in the public square. Once you flush down something, I assure you, It will shortly bubble up from underground in your neighbor's backyard. Gross. This condition caused the outbreak of diseases which resulted to a million deaths on record.
Due to the problem presented by toilets, the Parliament then decreed to make good sewage systems. This solved the problem and technologically advance the British Isles. Until today, some of these are still used. See what toilets can do? So the next time you sit on your bowl than it for the changes it brought with it.
Third, being the president does not mean you know everything. Heck, I'm always the last to know. Being a non-gossiper sucks. I dunno if something is happening in my section that I should know about. Naivety sucks, people! I demand to know everything! well, not actually everything considering the amount of information I received from Hilaire about a certain nipping of the bud. I didn't need to know about that but a scandal spices up life, doesn't it?
I'm already falling asleep on the desktop so I bid my journal adieu. I'll continue this tomorrow...
Friday, February 16, 2007
Pro, Prom, Promenade - An interlude to remember?
We had our prom today. Yipee! (Please take note of the sarcasm in here folks) Anyway, the day strted out fine. I woke up at nine to see m mother gushing with excitement. She looked so happy for me and I looked so peachy keen - not! I was confused and disoriented.
After three grueling hours of make-up and hair sessions, I was finally able to get out of my room alive. I looked fairly well (translation: an actual human being) but I was jittery. I wanted to dance with Ronald but I know deep inside that I can't.
The ceremonies went well and my, what a beautiful crowd was present. Everyone seemed happy and gay. Ronald was dancing like crazy and I loved watching every minute of his antics.
I waited for him to ask me to dance which I know will never happen but still. Anything can happen, right? Alas! I waited in vain. sure, I spent the whole night on the dance floor but it wasn't spent with him. It hurts me so to see him dance with all these girls and ignore me.
Ha ha ha. I really sound pathetic! He doesn't even know I exist and yet I yearn for him to notice me? How pitiful am I?
I'm relly trying to forget him since he will be moving out the next month. He will be studying at U.P. Diliman.
"Sigh" I would never really get a chance with my favorite guy in Masci...
Oh, how cruel is fate to me
That my only love be Ronald Belandres!
Shit.
After three grueling hours of make-up and hair sessions, I was finally able to get out of my room alive. I looked fairly well (translation: an actual human being) but I was jittery. I wanted to dance with Ronald but I know deep inside that I can't.
The ceremonies went well and my, what a beautiful crowd was present. Everyone seemed happy and gay. Ronald was dancing like crazy and I loved watching every minute of his antics.
I waited for him to ask me to dance which I know will never happen but still. Anything can happen, right? Alas! I waited in vain. sure, I spent the whole night on the dance floor but it wasn't spent with him. It hurts me so to see him dance with all these girls and ignore me.
Ha ha ha. I really sound pathetic! He doesn't even know I exist and yet I yearn for him to notice me? How pitiful am I?
I'm relly trying to forget him since he will be moving out the next month. He will be studying at U.P. Diliman.
"Sigh" I would never really get a chance with my favorite guy in Masci...
Oh, how cruel is fate to me
That my only love be Ronald Belandres!
Shit.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Rantings of the insane and cold-hearted
Valentine's suck. Especially if you are a cynical, lonely bitch like me.
It's kind of ironic that Valentine's Day is supposed to be sacred because its a special day for St. Valentine, who in turn, is a priest who fell in love with a blind girl. Hmm...
Its sad to see girls around you receiving gifts from their special someone and when you look at yourself, you see none.
Its nerve-wrecking to get your crush to notice you when he is laughing it off with other girls.
Its pathetic to receive a flower from your friend only because she can't take it home.
Its devastating to spend the day alone in a fast food chain when everyone around you is with their partners.
Its a blow to your ego to see your 40 something professor getting it on with his special someone.
Its particularly pitiful if it is your birthday and you spend it with your pet.
See, told you so that Valentine's suck when you are alone.
It's kind of ironic that Valentine's Day is supposed to be sacred because its a special day for St. Valentine, who in turn, is a priest who fell in love with a blind girl. Hmm...
Its sad to see girls around you receiving gifts from their special someone and when you look at yourself, you see none.
Its nerve-wrecking to get your crush to notice you when he is laughing it off with other girls.
Its pathetic to receive a flower from your friend only because she can't take it home.
Its devastating to spend the day alone in a fast food chain when everyone around you is with their partners.
Its a blow to your ego to see your 40 something professor getting it on with his special someone.
Its particularly pitiful if it is your birthday and you spend it with your pet.
See, told you so that Valentine's suck when you are alone.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Gulong, Itlog, Gulong
Last friday, we weren't able to meet Sir arcilla so I talked with my groupmates on what design shall we use for the egg-drop experiment. Jayson and I have some ideas on what to construct and I encouraged my other groupmates to research on egg-drop experiments on the net.
I was also contemplating on what to do with our powerpoint presentation to be shown on Wednesday. I don't want to do it, honestly, so I think that we'll just have to designate certain responsibilities for each member; I'd have to talk to our leader, Christiann, about that.
Hopefully, we'll have a successful egg-drop on Thursday.
Luck!
I was also contemplating on what to do with our powerpoint presentation to be shown on Wednesday. I don't want to do it, honestly, so I think that we'll just have to designate certain responsibilities for each member; I'd have to talk to our leader, Christiann, about that.
Hopefully, we'll have a successful egg-drop on Thursday.
Luck!
Catch Me When I Fall
I’ve tried it one too many times before. Yet, I remember the first time I’ve ever done it; dark thoughts invaded my mind and only a thin thread tied me to sanity. It was December then, the time for love, giving, sharing and birth and yet I was brooding and tense. I was 11 years old then and trying to bear the world’s problems. I can’t do it. The tension has taken its toll and I snap. It seemed to be the only option left then. So, I get the rusted blade and slowly made the cut. Blood was dripping slowly, one by one. Deeper. It turned into rivulets. Deeper. It was now flowing profusely. I felt revived and it seemed that all things cleared up but then reality came crushing in. In a nutshell, I lived.
My purpose in writing this report is to call the attention of the society to this epidemic spreading amongst the hope of our future. We should always take things into consideration before making any decisions. I’d like to present the cold, hard facts that underlie in this current phenomenon.
Suicide. It’s the latest trend in the youth today. According to the National Institutes of Health, Suicide is the third leading killer of 15 to 24 year olds in the United States, behind accidents and homicides. That is pretty much a big cause for concern among parents but what is more that in our country, among the 16.5 million young Filipinos, 2 million have contemplated committing suicide, with .05 million already with unsuccessful attempts, me included. This “silent epidemic” is slowly eating up the future of our nation. “Definitely, these are not small numbers in a society,” so emphasizes by Dr. Corazon M. Raymundo, professor of demography at the University of the Philippines Population Institute and the project coordinator for the Young Adult Fertility and Sexuality Study. Definitely too, in a nation that is expected to have 30 million youths by 2030, these numbers are a bad prophecy.
I’ve always wondered what drove those teenagers to commit suicide; what drove me to do that stunt again last September. My grandmother just died and everything seems to pile up; the pressure, my peers, schoolwork, everything. It looks as if I have no hope, depression sets in. And that is how the experts see suicide- suicide attempts as a very serious aspect of depression. Suicide is chosen as the only way in which depressed people can escape when they are unable to tolerate life as it is any longer. They believe that they can no longer fulfill any purpose in lie and are a burden to those they love, their friends, or society. Based on researches, there is an increased risk of suicidal gestures, completed suicide and death from accidents following the death of a spouse, parent or any loved one. Suicide and Bereavement, a match set in depression. Depression is a mental state characterized by a pessimistic sense of inadequacy and a despondent lack of activity. Some signs of depression include: a sad mood which lasts for weeks or months, spells of crying when a person might not even know what he or she is crying about, chronic fatigue or lack of energy, poor self-esteem, lack of enjoyment in life. Another common thread of cause is the lack of respect given to them by peers. Being ridiculed for having unrequited love, being verbally and/or physically abused is example of this. Such case is Rekha Solanki. She attempted self-immolation (setting herself on fire) at her home in a residential complex At Mira Road last January 12 after Thakur, a driver living in Borivali, declined her proposal.
"Teenage" is often synonymous with emotional instability. One moment everything is fine and the next moment the world is ending. The inconstant nature of the adolescent makes it particularly difficult for parents, teachers and counselors to spot the behavior that signals suicidal thoughts. Parents often confuse suicidal warning signs with typical teenage behavior, according to child psychologist Cheryl King, Ph.D., from the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. However, some major warning signs to watch for include: Marked changes in a youngster's personality at home or school, Transformations in a young person's eating or sleeping habits, Alcohol or drug use. Children at risk of suicide may threaten to hurt or kill themselves, reports Dr. King. They may also acquire dangerous drugs or weapons -- like pills or guns -- in an effort to kill themselves. Children with suicidal tendencies may talk or write about death. They might also organize their belongings in ways that suggest they are preparing for departure. Adolescents on the verge of suicide might demonstrate feelings of anger, hopelessness, anxiety or agitation. Dr. King also advises parents to look for possible signs of depression in children, like irritability and aggressiveness lasting for two weeks or more. Doctors can treat depressive disorders, including bi-polar disorder, with medications and psychotherapy. If there is any suspicion, Dr. King advises parents to contact a mental health professional for help immediately. Among girls, the most significant risk factor is the presence of major depression, which, in some studies, increases the risk of suicide 12-fold. The next most important factor is a previous suicide attempt, which increases the risk approximately 3 fold. Among boys, a previous suicide attempt is the most potent predictor, increasing the rate over 30-fold. It is followed by depression, disruptive behavior, and substance abuse.
Studies show that suicide attempts among young people may be based on long-standing problems triggered by a specific event. Dr. Raymundo writes that Metro Manila youth, on account of their exposure to more complex environment, also have the highest experiences in the angst of depression and hopelessness. Feelings of anger and resentment combined with exaggerated guilt can lead to impulsive, self-destructive acts.
There had been a little investigation of the potential neurobiological roots of teen age suicides. Researchers at the University of Illinois-Chicago and colleagues decided to take a close look at the enzyme called protein kinase C (PKC), which is already known to play a role in mood disorders. They wanted to know if the brains of teenage suicide victims exhibit different patterns of PKC than the brains of teens that died from other causes. The study showed that a reduction in PKC activity in the brains of teen suicide victims compared to those who died of non-psychiatric causes (mostly homicides). Someday these findings might lead to a test to identify teens at highest risk of suicide.
Whenever I feel the need to unwind or relax, I get my surgical knife and slice through my left wrists. Nobody notices it, so I just assume that nobody cares. I wonder if this is how other suicidal teenagers feel. I wasn’t to break free from this vicious cycle but then again, no one is there. That is why I feel happy for those who have finally gotten over their bouts of depression. Yes, there are actually some institutions that help people get over their suicidal tendencies like the American Association of Suicidology (ASS) which is dedicated to the understanding and prevention of suicide by promoting research, public awareness, education and training for professionals and volunteers. Another is the Samaritans which is a non-religious charity that has been offering emotional support for over 40 years by phone, visit and letter. also included are the Suicide Prevention Action Network (SPAN) – a non-profit organization dedicated to the creation of an effective national suicide prevention strategy; American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, Covenant House Youth Crisis Line and last but by far the most successful suicide prevention program, SOS (Signs of Suicide).
People usually kill themselves to escape what they see to be an intolerable and otherwise inescapable situation, not necessarily because they want to die. I suppose that I should stop this habit of mine. Digging deeper into the cuts whenever the pressure gets high. It isn’t healthy and convenient at all. I don’t want attention; I just want to be normal. What is normal anyway? I just hope that when I close my eyes and free fall into the unknown, letting go of all this crap, someone would catch me when I fall.
My purpose in writing this report is to call the attention of the society to this epidemic spreading amongst the hope of our future. We should always take things into consideration before making any decisions. I’d like to present the cold, hard facts that underlie in this current phenomenon.
Suicide. It’s the latest trend in the youth today. According to the National Institutes of Health, Suicide is the third leading killer of 15 to 24 year olds in the United States, behind accidents and homicides. That is pretty much a big cause for concern among parents but what is more that in our country, among the 16.5 million young Filipinos, 2 million have contemplated committing suicide, with .05 million already with unsuccessful attempts, me included. This “silent epidemic” is slowly eating up the future of our nation. “Definitely, these are not small numbers in a society,” so emphasizes by Dr. Corazon M. Raymundo, professor of demography at the University of the Philippines Population Institute and the project coordinator for the Young Adult Fertility and Sexuality Study. Definitely too, in a nation that is expected to have 30 million youths by 2030, these numbers are a bad prophecy.
I’ve always wondered what drove those teenagers to commit suicide; what drove me to do that stunt again last September. My grandmother just died and everything seems to pile up; the pressure, my peers, schoolwork, everything. It looks as if I have no hope, depression sets in. And that is how the experts see suicide- suicide attempts as a very serious aspect of depression. Suicide is chosen as the only way in which depressed people can escape when they are unable to tolerate life as it is any longer. They believe that they can no longer fulfill any purpose in lie and are a burden to those they love, their friends, or society. Based on researches, there is an increased risk of suicidal gestures, completed suicide and death from accidents following the death of a spouse, parent or any loved one. Suicide and Bereavement, a match set in depression. Depression is a mental state characterized by a pessimistic sense of inadequacy and a despondent lack of activity. Some signs of depression include: a sad mood which lasts for weeks or months, spells of crying when a person might not even know what he or she is crying about, chronic fatigue or lack of energy, poor self-esteem, lack of enjoyment in life. Another common thread of cause is the lack of respect given to them by peers. Being ridiculed for having unrequited love, being verbally and/or physically abused is example of this. Such case is Rekha Solanki. She attempted self-immolation (setting herself on fire) at her home in a residential complex At Mira Road last January 12 after Thakur, a driver living in Borivali, declined her proposal.
"Teenage" is often synonymous with emotional instability. One moment everything is fine and the next moment the world is ending. The inconstant nature of the adolescent makes it particularly difficult for parents, teachers and counselors to spot the behavior that signals suicidal thoughts. Parents often confuse suicidal warning signs with typical teenage behavior, according to child psychologist Cheryl King, Ph.D., from the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. However, some major warning signs to watch for include: Marked changes in a youngster's personality at home or school, Transformations in a young person's eating or sleeping habits, Alcohol or drug use. Children at risk of suicide may threaten to hurt or kill themselves, reports Dr. King. They may also acquire dangerous drugs or weapons -- like pills or guns -- in an effort to kill themselves. Children with suicidal tendencies may talk or write about death. They might also organize their belongings in ways that suggest they are preparing for departure. Adolescents on the verge of suicide might demonstrate feelings of anger, hopelessness, anxiety or agitation. Dr. King also advises parents to look for possible signs of depression in children, like irritability and aggressiveness lasting for two weeks or more. Doctors can treat depressive disorders, including bi-polar disorder, with medications and psychotherapy. If there is any suspicion, Dr. King advises parents to contact a mental health professional for help immediately. Among girls, the most significant risk factor is the presence of major depression, which, in some studies, increases the risk of suicide 12-fold. The next most important factor is a previous suicide attempt, which increases the risk approximately 3 fold. Among boys, a previous suicide attempt is the most potent predictor, increasing the rate over 30-fold. It is followed by depression, disruptive behavior, and substance abuse.
Studies show that suicide attempts among young people may be based on long-standing problems triggered by a specific event. Dr. Raymundo writes that Metro Manila youth, on account of their exposure to more complex environment, also have the highest experiences in the angst of depression and hopelessness. Feelings of anger and resentment combined with exaggerated guilt can lead to impulsive, self-destructive acts.
There had been a little investigation of the potential neurobiological roots of teen age suicides. Researchers at the University of Illinois-Chicago and colleagues decided to take a close look at the enzyme called protein kinase C (PKC), which is already known to play a role in mood disorders. They wanted to know if the brains of teenage suicide victims exhibit different patterns of PKC than the brains of teens that died from other causes. The study showed that a reduction in PKC activity in the brains of teen suicide victims compared to those who died of non-psychiatric causes (mostly homicides). Someday these findings might lead to a test to identify teens at highest risk of suicide.
Whenever I feel the need to unwind or relax, I get my surgical knife and slice through my left wrists. Nobody notices it, so I just assume that nobody cares. I wonder if this is how other suicidal teenagers feel. I wasn’t to break free from this vicious cycle but then again, no one is there. That is why I feel happy for those who have finally gotten over their bouts of depression. Yes, there are actually some institutions that help people get over their suicidal tendencies like the American Association of Suicidology (ASS) which is dedicated to the understanding and prevention of suicide by promoting research, public awareness, education and training for professionals and volunteers. Another is the Samaritans which is a non-religious charity that has been offering emotional support for over 40 years by phone, visit and letter. also included are the Suicide Prevention Action Network (SPAN) – a non-profit organization dedicated to the creation of an effective national suicide prevention strategy; American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, Covenant House Youth Crisis Line and last but by far the most successful suicide prevention program, SOS (Signs of Suicide).
People usually kill themselves to escape what they see to be an intolerable and otherwise inescapable situation, not necessarily because they want to die. I suppose that I should stop this habit of mine. Digging deeper into the cuts whenever the pressure gets high. It isn’t healthy and convenient at all. I don’t want attention; I just want to be normal. What is normal anyway? I just hope that when I close my eyes and free fall into the unknown, letting go of all this crap, someone would catch me when I fall.
A Curse known as Mcdo
Mcdo.
RoBe.
Ronald Carlo Padilla Belandres.
The bane and boon of my existence.
Weird much? I know.
Loving a fictional character is very easy. Sure you may get a bit delusional and everything but reality will always bite you in your arse. No matter what happens, the realization will sink in that he lives only in your sugar-coated or gory (in my case) world and in under no circumstance will he exist in real life. So, you move on and get a life.
But loving a real person is never easy; especially if you are in highschool. You're in different levels and your school has an on-going bathcwar. You get to see him everyday and yet he is very far from you. he doesn't give a twopence shit for your existence. Hi, I'm Eris. Welcome to my life. welcome to chaos.
I always see him everyday and its quite impossible not to notice him with his tall and lean frame, immaculately cropped hair and very clean uniform. I see his beautiful smile and hear his deep voice; I can't help but smile and turn red to the roots. It was out of curiosity at first but as they say, "curiosity killed the cat." I fell.
I hardly noticed him before even though we share the same lunch period and his table is coincidentally always parallel with ours. It went on like this until I've gotten so used to his presence that I always seek him out.
He isn't that good-looking and well-known in our school but he caught my attention still. I like him for his brains(he does great in ad. chem, physics and math) and character.
Ahh!!!!!!! I can't let him do this to me! Sure, I've got a crush on him but to the extent of that----!?! You've got to be kidding me! I woke up with a start because I dreamt of him kissing me. Ahhhh!!!!!!! He's eating my mind like cancer and I've no complete control of my defenses.
Hormonal teens suck!
RoBe.
Ronald Carlo Padilla Belandres.
The bane and boon of my existence.
Weird much? I know.
Loving a fictional character is very easy. Sure you may get a bit delusional and everything but reality will always bite you in your arse. No matter what happens, the realization will sink in that he lives only in your sugar-coated or gory (in my case) world and in under no circumstance will he exist in real life. So, you move on and get a life.
But loving a real person is never easy; especially if you are in highschool. You're in different levels and your school has an on-going bathcwar. You get to see him everyday and yet he is very far from you. he doesn't give a twopence shit for your existence. Hi, I'm Eris. Welcome to my life. welcome to chaos.
I always see him everyday and its quite impossible not to notice him with his tall and lean frame, immaculately cropped hair and very clean uniform. I see his beautiful smile and hear his deep voice; I can't help but smile and turn red to the roots. It was out of curiosity at first but as they say, "curiosity killed the cat." I fell.
I hardly noticed him before even though we share the same lunch period and his table is coincidentally always parallel with ours. It went on like this until I've gotten so used to his presence that I always seek him out.
He isn't that good-looking and well-known in our school but he caught my attention still. I like him for his brains(he does great in ad. chem, physics and math) and character.
Ahh!!!!!!! I can't let him do this to me! Sure, I've got a crush on him but to the extent of that----!?! You've got to be kidding me! I woke up with a start because I dreamt of him kissing me. Ahhhh!!!!!!! He's eating my mind like cancer and I've no complete control of my defenses.
Hormonal teens suck!
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