aftermath ni EGAY sa buhay ko.

well. kagabi nung nalam ko na suspended OVERJOYED ako. sobrang OVERJOYED na nagkaroon ako ng writer's block. kamusta ka naman. 1,000 words na lang. na block pa ako. bwisit. kasi naman e. ung guy dun sa PDI- NAPAKADAMOT niya...grr...

anyway... mga 3 na ako nakatulog. I gave up on the essay about one in the morning and decided to go to sleep BUT I saw "thirteen tales" beside my table. this is my postponed book. I picked it up and read. read. read until my eyes gave out. imagine that? 2 oras lang nang pagbabsa e my eyees gave out already? guess, I was more tired than what I felt. Tapos nagising ako mga 9 am. but I didn't really get out of bed until lunch. After brunch, I had CSI marathon. yipee!. again. (Read: the day before UPCAT I watched CSI from 8 am to 8 pm).

I really am addicted. so now, I must resume my essay... 1, 000 words more to go... oopps...1016 pa pala :)

I love the rain!

Mabuhay si EGAY

Remember...
sa eleksyon.
Solid tayo kay EGAY!

Siya ang pag-asa ng bayan. Ang mga katulad niya ang nagpapabuti ng welfare natin. Lalo na ang mga estudyante. Dahil ang kabataan ang pag-asa ng bayan!

Mabuhay si Egay!

MABUHAY! MABUHAY! MABUHAY!

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well. makikita niyo naman bangag ako. kasi naman kanina pa ako sa harap ng computer trying to complete a 5,000-word essay. tapos dumating ang balita. walang pasok bukas!

hayun, writer's block nanaman ako.

asuus....

wala na akong maisip kundi...


MABUHAY SI EGAY!

(sana lang hindi niya tangayin ang bahay namin, o ang mga poste ng meralco, no brownouts please!)

...

i wish i had the courage to.




i wish i really have.




....why won't you work?




i thought i fixed you already?...
you stupid ***r*

i have a story for you.

well. I just wanted to write before I study. (whe...study? yeah, right) so here goes...

I wonder why people are more interested in other people's lives. like most people are interested in Pinoy Big Brother or other reality shows, or in gossip columns, or in shows like "the Buzz" or "Entertainment Central" and the like. Perhaps human beings are just sympathetic individuals(er...tama ba?). Or perhaps they just have all the time in the world to assess other people. Either ways, I just wonder why.

These shows, even if they are reality shows, or articles based on "sources" do not guarantee 100% truths, right? Why? because we interpret stuff differently. So, why do people flock to hear other people's lives, when they have their own messed up life?

I think it is because a story is more interesting than a truth. In most instances, our own life is the only real story that we know because we own it; we live in it. Except, of course, in the case of amnesia, or such disorders.

Is it that our lives are boring that we crave for something different? That we are eager to sacrifice a story (tragedic or comedic) than to face the cold truths? Are we afraid of our own lives? Of what it might bring?

A story is like a fabric, you can decorate it, you can cut it, you can do alterations in it, and make it all look pretty to you. And you can wear it to conceal the truth,because it is more intricate than a cemented mural. People won't notice the cemented mural, though it depicts death, blood, tears or joy, laughter and cheers. they won't take a second look, when they see the fabric that you've woven. So...

Why, bother?

reverse.psychology

o haha. psychology daw o. kamusta ka naman?

napansin ko lang kanina habang vacant period namin (aka TLE) [err..we should get a lot of those vacant stuff] kasi naman, minsan ay may sariling mundo ako diba? ...I think too much, way TOO much...kaya bigla na lang tumakbo sa isip ko ang reverse psychology.

PATTY! introduced this topic to me when we were in grade school (in the fields of CSA) *sigh*. Anyway, some people try to change the truth so that they may be able to see results. ? I don't know if you grasped that concept pero, it's more of acting the opposite for some reason. basta. un na un

Well, reverse psychology is sometimes useful if your subject is not a shrink-in-training. pero if not, you better think twice. Never ever assume that you know a lot. Never assume that you can twist and change reality for others. kasi. everything might go FIRE. BOOM, BABY

the term that describes the outcome where advocacy of one course of action persuades another person to do the opposite.

reverse.psychology.reverse.psychology.reverse.psychology.reverse.

exampleS:

Xab's illusory brain: Don't you get it? The facts are all clear. Tell the person everything.

Xab: But, it will destroy everything.

Xab's illusory brain: Fine, don't tell.

Xab: Ok, fine I will. (-_-)

Seriously, this is only a teeny weeny part of my very complicated chain of thoughts. But, this happens all the time. Reverse. psychology.

Oh well, i don't think that i brought up a coherent post. anyways, this is my blog so...why bother?

half-eaten pizzas and half-drunken fraps.

my.forbidden.addiction-cause of my idiosyncracy

closer.CLOSER.CLOSER- (O.O)

Coffe Jelly Frappucino-grande. I saw it. Staring at me. Its cold stare seemingly endless, melting me. making me fall. faster.faster. Oh, the irony of it. I could not take it. I had to. I just had to. I walked inside. Ordered. -Grande. I could not believe myself. my mischief. Then, like an alarm, the doctor's stern advice flooded my mind.

"No coffee, or caffeine-even Starbuck's"

I knew it. But, I just had to have it. So, I did, and now, Im suffering in pain.

Why? How?

After extreme pleasure, comes extreme pain. It is one of the many ironies in my life. When I sip that angelic taste of venom, that small moment of extreme happiness, what follows after is immeasurable pain, down in the long lanes of my digestion. It is so wrenching that the only cure is to take another sip to mask the pain. So, I take another, and another, and another. Then, I run out of antidote, and I have to take that pain, face that suffering. it is like a burning rod, going through my stomach. A gaping hole. A bottomless pit of pain.

but why do i suffer this when God has given me free will? Well, because i am stubborn. So, stubborn. I may be one of the most stubborn creatures in this world. When I believe that it is not, it will stay NOT. Case closed. When you have distrusted me (is there such a word?), you will remain as such. No more turning back. When I desire to, I'll find a way to be there. My stubborness has led to a lot of misgivings but I still pursue my hard-headedness. MY HARD HEAD=TROUBLE

Oh, the irony of things, why must i be happy, just to suffer again. why must i be quenched, when i must thirst again. why must i trust, when i must be betrayed. why must i find, when i would lose still. The irony of things. The forbidden heavens. The misery of music. The yin and yang.

...It is the balance of life. It is the way of life. It must remain. Oh, the irony...

...asus, ang drama. XD