Other people can I write, I can just read

Because, I am lazy, (cue the applause, thank you very much) I decided to not have breakfast until an hour ago and sit by this monster of metal alloys and integrated circuits, known as the desktop computer. I was watching Gossip Girl: In the Realm of Bassness (I hate this show, btw), and planning to watch ANTM until Megavideo decided to cut me off [I have to wait 45 minutes before I resume with my day's major agenda].

So I decided to screen through multiply posts of random people, because I don't have Facebook like normal people do [refer to latest quick note] and I saw this post from a girl I knew back in high school, I'm one batch higher than she is. I so her "people-who-touched-my-heart" list and I can't help but be amused.

Sometimes, I think too much of myself, of my failures and shortcomings, of my wasting my days forgetting that the world exists beyond me. And that, it does not really matter if I die after this word, the world still will continue to exist [apart from certain scientfic theories and theological propositions], BUT at the same time, thinking that the world will never to be the same without me, or everyone of us for that matter.

The people that I hate, I hurt, I loved, and loved me back, their lives will never ever be the same, who they are, will not be the same if they didn't meet me. This happens to everyone. Ourselves so fragile, so vulnerable and yet so strong, ...it just is amazing to think that everything happens because it does period. It ends there, and yet, and yet, sometimes I think too much of my own circumstances.

This girl, I wrote about, she wrote an essay, about her person. And I saw her style, her essay, that same style of writing, of combining unmatched and rythmic words together, was my own style of writing years ago when I started to learn to write. That style, I adapted from the same people she knew after I knew them. But, somehow I forgot how to write through the years, somehow, I began to feel afraid of what words would come out of me. And, maybe Ive given up, maybe now, I can just read.

AJMA Leadership Summit

I just woke up cause I wasnt able to sleep kanina cause we had to come up with a marketing plan. sooo tired, and my feet hurt ( cause i was wearing heels)

Thanks to my groupmates
Les, Kat, Butch, Jed and Anjo, for making the tasks less torturous. HAHA.
To les for not being a very comfy bedmate
and to jed for the ride to and from

Thanks to the project heads for making the overnight .....informativE? HAHA.

We stayed at Casa Pura. The most interesting part of the overnight for me was that there was a party outside of our room, and people were playing club music, and IT WAS JUST SO LOUD!!! At first, it was nice cause it was upbeat and all that, but then after you hear the remix of Bleeding Love ( i know, so retro right?) for the 100th time, it begins to result into a migraine.

Haha.

Well, the people partying eventually ran out of booze, I hope not, cause there was a loooooooong table of it at one side, and they left us in peace ...........at around 2 AM. What are party animals? HAHA.


On a totally different note, I was sooooooooo happy kanina, I was planning to write a kickass blog entry for the summit, and my experience, but then aisis pissed me off, I wasnt able to view my grades. Everytime i click the thingie, it said, Sorry, there are no search results to display blah blah.

the nerve!

So, after sometime, I saw my grades, and now, I just want to stop talking and crawl into a dark place....

To people who shall never know Accg 20

May I say that you will be missing a lot of pain and misery. By saying so, i am assuming you are all masochists. coz who in the ellipsoid of this world shall ever inflict such horrible horrible endeavor to such self.

Yet, let me add, that you shall never know that motels are located in Pasig and how the government BIRsify them.

And you shall never taste plain vanilla in your long test.

And you shall never ever see pastel orange and blue matched together like it was dressed on crack.

"CASH" [--_____--]
"Ayni"
"Mayni"


HAHAHAHA.

Okay, lemme go back to the dark side:

You shall never experience how insanely tricky your tests are. that when you say operating activities, without "net" it may MEAN, nay, IT MEANS that net income hasnt been added to the operating activities.

You shall never know how the hell notes receivable fits in a journal entry.




And for that, i loathe you people.

I have to do Sci10 essay.

Where was it? Where the highest point was the lowest?
It was there that we left off. Watching the cursor
blink blink blink
Like your eyelashes batting itself against me oh,
I loved to pluck them out until

Where was it? Where we left off?
The highest point of the hill with the cherry on top
It was a pretty good cherry mind you, impeccably
red

The Kevin Butalon Post

I am running and running and always running
through the rain, always the rain, always the inevitably pouring rain
sometimes, through that freshly poured concrete near that place where people peddle to breathe
but always always through the rain

Well, let's be honest I sometimes stop
But not enough to take notice
So I run again and run and run

And sometimes I love, of course, I love
And always there should be rain because
well, because I want to

And sometimes I lie, of course, I lie
But not more than I love, well, at least,
I'd like to think about it that way

But always I run, and run, and run, and run, and r u n

The PATTY! Post

Of course there's photoshop
And the insanely photoshopped picture of that band.
And then there's the big big house.
where blood isnt always thicker than water
Then there's the life sized doll, my dad's friend gave me
for my 7th slicing of the cake
Well, of course, you can't miss those designs that have been
on neatly filed clearbooks, Eggplant, Salmon and whatnot
those designs that make you feel like you haven't felt this feeling
those designs on clear cut, (most of the time) short sized bond papers,
and will always be so
And you can never will miss the black eyeliner, sometimes
red, with the streak of blue hair.

But on the other side, chemical formulas and atoms and even smaller
atoms than atoms
and the never ending periodic table and math
caluclations
and those chem books that look like cement blocks, and feel like one too!

Well, but still there's the spraypaint and that canvass of a wall
The apartment that's not bigger than a house
The people who can't fight standing.
The orgs who dont know why I'm there
The course who can't understand why I'm taking it
But of course, you can't never ever miss the photoshop
You could crop and delete and click the magic healing wand whenever