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Friday, September 15, 2006
and yet...another one.

"Your subtleties, they strangle me, I can't explain myself at all"
- It Ends Tonight , The All-American Rejects

We had our bloody Opening-of-the-Intrams-Season today, and...well, it was full of bloody buggeroo shite. I wore my green shirt (which opposes to the FRESHmen idea. you know, it looked like the color of a dead leaf. honestly. what fresh leaf looks dead? wtf?), jeans, and black Chucks. Amazing. We also had a bloody parade, which required me to show my legs gigantamundo. And I was wearing black, low-cut Chucks. Blooooodddyyy helll. Imagine the horror.

Amazingly, I made it through the day well, and I am pretty darned confused about everything.
Hmm...yeah.

You know, I wish I could be happy right now. I wish I could just forget all this stupidity ala crap. Tres amusant if I do. Unfortunately, I can't. 'Cause I'm too stupid to do so.

I feel so bad, so stupid, so useless.

I've been feeling the same way lately. And I'm trying to figure out a new way to release the stress. One is to make other people feel good. Atleast I could be happy that other people are happy, and forget about the va te faire foutre life of mine. I want to go shopping. I WANT SOMETHING FROM TEAM MANILA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really do. But I don't think they have collared shirts. I want those types. I hope they'll have those kind of shirts someday. They make pretty cool graphics. :)

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random things.

1. Yess and triple yess. We're not going to Lucena tomorrow! I really don't like going there. I mean, one is, I am far away from my beloved computer. Second is, I really just don't work well with our relos (sosy way of saying relatives) out there. Iba kami ng trip, pareh.

2. I am currently listening to the album of the All-American Rejects -- Move Along. Amazing band, you should get their album. Watch out for It Ends Tonight, pareh.

3. Pare, I'm not making any bloody progress with the UEFA thing.

4. I want to get involved with something. With something, I mean something productive--like taking part in the upcoming Cheerleading competition in January. No, I don't want to be the peppy kid in the skirt, I want to mix the music, and stuff. I want the adrenaline rush of being in a deadline, the intensity of the tension on whether things would work out. I want that. OR maybe in...any bloody sport.

5. MY WONDERFUL VOICE IS RUINED. wtf. Hahah. My voice is all croaky and everything. WTF. I'm loving every minute of it.

love me, love me,play with the flame

wtf. =))