Three Things To Throw

I have three things to throw:

1.) The date that is showing on my blog is late for one day. So adjust.

2.) I want to die. I'm ready, I'm ready (not in a Spongebo- Squarepants-kind-of voice). I wish, as the wind blows, I would be flown away-without feeling the pain when I hit the place of course.

3.) Nothing more actualy.

Truly, Madly, Deeply

I'm in rage;

Truly, madly, deeply.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Backfighters should be stirred.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Yes, Yesterday!

Yesterday
I was not that physically tired, just mentally and emotionally.

Yesterday
I attended the mass, and I saw my ex-crush, namely John Christian, who immediately became my crush again aha-ha-ha!

Yesterday
I went to Sarah Grace's house. I missed her. She offered me foods.

Yesterday
I slept early, still mentally and emotionally tired.

I Know Year

This day is the beginning of a new year.
new hope, new loops;
new triumphs, new trials;
new fun, new frown.

This 2009 through God's help, I'll be just fine. I pray. Help me to pray.

This is another fixed time to be aware that challenges are glued to my life. I'm used to it, but still feel down and tired.

This is my new style of writing here on my blog. Writers Ellen Hopkins and Rosie O' Donnell are under my skin and muscles.

This I say Happy New Year to everyone, and good-bye.

And So This Is Christmas

Merry Christmas to all,
and to all God bless.

Yet Another Not-So Happy Christmas

Sigh...
I'm depressed.
I'm bumped in a hump-as always.
Anyway, Merry Christmas!
God bless us, everyone.

Give Peace A Chance

Last Week I was with my friends, then suddenly I saw Myka and Joseph, she hugged me and I hugged her back. I said sorry with sincerity to match. The reason-the only reason-why I decided to make peace with her, was because I wanted peace. Enough said. Though, I would not retract the things I said before. Ever. I protected my bestfriend Chelay, and my views mattered-like in The View.

P.S. I know friends come & go. So be it. Good bye, good bye.

Bookshelf: Still Talking

I'm currently reading Still Talking by Joan Rivers.
I love her; I hate her wrong grammars.

I'm Back Again ( I Really Hope)

I can't write not because I have nothing to write, but because I don't like to.
Many happened already, it even seems like it is happening over and over again. Well, I'm used to this kind of life-up and down, down, and down, and down. I Pray to the Father that the table will turn very soon.
God bless us all.

It's Nice To Back

It is.
It is.
But I'm not in good nick.
But I'm not in good nick.

I shall return! (this time, no need to repeat).

XXX Part 2

I want to take back what I said.
It was just madness (that's the beauty of madness, you can take back the things you said without any stab of regret that you said it).

XXX

Tomorrow is our exam again.
I want to be alone. Please leave me first. Please.
Not because I want to study with nobody around, I just want to get out from the group-not the "E" group of course.

The Unforgiven

Oh, I mean "forgiven".
Thank you, Bestfriend for understanding.

The Freeman

I was been fallen by bricks where I couldn't seem to move-the school works, the worries.
Good thing I have time now to write since we don't have classes until Saturday, or make it until Sunday. Bye bye.

Built To Spill

I've always been with my friends, and many stories were told (my big mouth is to blame). Stories that should've better kept shut. Ugh!

It's Over Now. Or Not Yet

The 8-day duties in various hospitals in various towns have just ended, finally. More to come starting next week for the next sem. Aaaaargh!
I feel depressed right now. This must come to an end in no time flat, before I blow into a million pieces. God help me please.

Rage!!

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Wet, Wet, Wet

The unceasing rain is everywhere, once and again.
I'm glad, and I'm happy; I'm in blissville.
I know I'm a humanoid, but I'm paranoid, a paranoid.

Find You

In the space of 30 minutes, Gerald and I wait for Tanya in vain-because she is supposed to join us in LCC mall, but a sudden problem is formed, so she decides not to join with a regret to match (that problem, by the way, is solved right before PBB teen ed. plus airs).
Before I buy the Mario de Boro white shoes, which is way, way cheaper from other shoe brands available in the said mall, such as Itti, Caterpillar, Mendrez, Rusty Lopez, I go to Book Sale to buy a back issue of Rollingstone magazine, in which blessedly I get to buy two copies. Then out of the blue, I see award-winning actress, Shirley McLaine's book for only 35 pesos -I didn't buy it though-then afterwards there is another blessing that came in the way because I see the name of Rosie O'Donnell, a comedienne/TV host/writer/Bill O'Reily loather, entiltled, "Find Me". I find it-and buy it.

Bull Cheat

The final exam week of this summer class is about to end, same with the pain in the brain brought about by the tons of lessons given to us. Aaaaaargh!
I'm trying my utmost best to store all the lessons in my head, but nothing happens; the glutaphos I take is not working. How about that?!
That' s why, what I need to do the "cheating" in our exams, not the cheating where I will write the answers in a peace of paper. No way.
The Intelligent One, Jesus Christ is my last hope.

Come And Go

Someone leaves and someone comes, both in the same plane.

Rock And Rule

When you have rules in your natural life whether it is written or not, there is a possibility to break it. And it matters not if you hold it for three septillion years. Just like I did (if your an earthling, you will concur with me), take for example: I just invited someone on Friendster to be a part of my little kingdom, which I don't do for others.

Not A Stumbling Block.

I have new block mates, after sailing as an irregular student in school (I even thought that I would sink, but thank God I didn't). I belong to RR23-and soon to be called RR33. The atmosphere is a mixture of different people. I like them because for the longest time, I can breathe like a normal person again. Hope it will continue until the end (Lord I need You, as always).

Beads Of Sweat

The murky madness of monsoon season is what I miss. The weather is very dry and arid (verily! verily!).
Lord help us, please.

Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot!

The power is out, the people are crowding, and worst, the sun is burning it can destroy your sense of sight.
@#%*!!

Made In Italy

Around 5:30 am: I happen to see the lead actor in the classic flick "Life Is Beautiful" talking and, I guess, receives an award. I thought he was dead, because my Philo teacher tells us so-I even said it in my previous entry. The video is still new (no lines moving, no ants dancing, no rainbow playing). I see it in the "48 Premio TV 2008"-an award-giving body-over Raitalia (the new name for Rai International channel).