super psycho(n.) an immensely disturbed individual who is obsessed with ranting, whining, and blabbering about his life. severely unstable and emotionally undefined, a super psycho should always be dealt with at a distance greater than 50 feet and, with some few doses of aspirin.
WHO THE HELL IS SUPER PSYCHO?
Name:Empermeen Mallawee
Nickname:Elp, Elf, Elfer, Elper, Emper, Empermeen, Buknoy, Boknoy, Bok, Mallawee
Age: I am 15. And I mean it.
Address: Honestly?
Favorite Color: Green, Orange
Favorite Food: Rodic's Jumbosilog
Motto in Life: Abolish our selves.
Favorite High School Subject: Biology
Most Hated High School Subject: Values Education
Most Unforgettable Experience: When I abolished my self.
Most Embarrassing Experience: When I abolished my self.
Who is your Crush: My self.
Do you think autograph questions are dumb?: Super.
So why are you answering this?: Why do you care.
Ambition in Life: To be a Super star.
What is Love: Love is what you say when 'horny' doesn't sound right.
If you were a deodorant scent, what would you be?: Natural Scent.
Your film biopic's title would be: E-pal
One word that best describes you: Magnificent.
What can you say about PGMA?: She has a mole on her face.
How about Josepha Estrada?:His stomach is really big.
How about Angel Locsin?:Her face looks too small.
Your alter ego's name is: Kokey
Dedication: World Peace.
Any Last Words?: Rrrawwrr.I'M EVERYWHERE!
We're Just Friends...ter
Yahoo Me, Yahoo You
GIMME MORE! MORE...BLOGS
Allan Habon
Riley Palanca
Aio Arzadon
Cess Carlos
Leya Sumbeling MY FANS SAY THAT...
A HISTORY OF PSYCHOSIS
Nickname:Elp, Elf, Elfer, Elper, Emper, Empermeen, Buknoy, Boknoy, Bok, Mallawee
Age: I am 15. And I mean it.
Address: Honestly?
Favorite Color: Green, Orange
Favorite Food: Rodic's Jumbosilog
Motto in Life: Abolish our selves.
Favorite High School Subject: Biology
Most Hated High School Subject: Values Education
Most Unforgettable Experience: When I abolished my self.
Most Embarrassing Experience: When I abolished my self.
Who is your Crush: My self.
Do you think autograph questions are dumb?: Super.
So why are you answering this?: Why do you care.
Ambition in Life: To be a Super star.
What is Love: Love is what you say when 'horny' doesn't sound right.
If you were a deodorant scent, what would you be?: Natural Scent.
Your film biopic's title would be: E-pal
One word that best describes you: Magnificent.
What can you say about PGMA?: She has a mole on her face.
How about Josepha Estrada?:His stomach is really big.
How about Angel Locsin?:Her face looks too small.
Your alter ego's name is: Kokey
Dedication: World Peace.
Any Last Words?: Rrrawwrr.
We're Just Friends...ter
Yahoo Me, Yahoo You
Allan Habon
Riley Palanca
Aio Arzadon
Cess Carlos
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Because Summers Are Like, Hot
I usually don't have emo moments inside my dorm room in Ipil, because I often associate the whole interior with all the sleepless nights and the moments I spent contemplating on my career dilemmas. But hours ago I felt something unusual with the silence, with my roommate gone, with his side of the room empty and devoid of the usual irritating clutter.
I lay on my bed for the last time (I guess), and it made me remember how hard I tried to fight off the drowsiness whenever I had to cram a book or two for my English class. Or that evening when I tried like hell digesting probability theory only to get an effing failing mark from my she's-so-full-of-herself prof. It's really hard to let go of old habits, much more with lifestyles. This summer, I find it hard to adjust my mood and my disposition. I feel lost. So emo.
I left the dorm at 5:30, when everything was turning yellowish and dusty. I really don't know what to do this summer. All I know is that I have to rest because this has been my most exhausting semester to date. And it freaks me out to know that there are worse to come. But I don't know, looking at it, it's so easy to get eventual relief from all the stress.
2) Still not decided on what to do for the next two months. The thing is, I still have all my school stuff left in my dorm room. I was allowed to keep them there even after dorm cheking out deadline because I sort of lied that I'll be taking summer classes.
But right now I don't seem to buy the whole idea, since I have to miss 3 days of classes for a debate tournament. Even if I have some valid excuse letter, missing three days is almost like, 2 weeks in a regular semester. The only justifications I have for being absent is if I'm near death, someone I have a business with is near death, or if the class is Econ 100.2. None of those apply. That's why I;m thinking of foregoing summer classes.
I've already snatched up nat sci 2 and math 2 in CRS, plus, my friend SJ was able to get me a PE subject (weight training for men) since I didn't have the fez to miss our team training this morning. I think it's sayang not to take those classes, because I want to be over and done with my MST and PE requirements. Plus, CHK people are saying that PE will now be part of one's GWA and may fee na na 2000. Isang malaking WTF sa CHK. Ganda nyo.
Anyhoo, I was googling things a while back searching for some prospective employees. A friend already forwarded my name to her Korean friends in International Center, it was some sort of a one-on-one English tutorial thingy. The fee was 150, and methinks that's so barat. I had almost 12 years of English public education and all I get is freaking 150 per hour? But I'm not really complaining, I'm just...emotional.
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And so the point is, the whole setup is so dramatic. I have a solemn, somber, profound Holy week to think things over and decide whether I invest on my education or invest on my growth as a needy person. But either way I think it's good. The tradeoff is that I won't be seeing people I like looking at for the whole summer. That sounds rather bad.
And working in Eastwood also sounds fun. That's like, Morato, right? This is me being a pretentious urban clubber.
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Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Blablabla Moments
Tonight I feel shitty, like waking up from some forced daydreaming, or from disillusionment, or from any defense mechanism for the chronically insecure. It somehow relates to the fact that detectinvisible.com is a gift from God, because it shows you the truth during the exact times when you just don't want to see the truth. See how ironic it is. Sometimes, I wonder why reality is so unforgiving.
But then again, since my summer is still hazy in terms of what I'm even supposed to do, drama is not in the agenda. I need to train tomorrow for a tournament next week. Which means I can't enrol for summer classes, which means that I really don't know what I'm going to do. Which means I have to pack loads and loads of my things left untouched inside my dorm room in UP, before the new occupants would throw them away (or maybe steal them?).
I've never felt the weight of tradeoffs, only until now. And honestly I'm currently regretting why I didn't invest on any planner, Starbucks or not. Because I had one last year, and I had about 15 entries up to MArch, and then I never used it again.
By the way, I just got home from a fun semplanning with JPIA EBs in Rizal. It was really stressful, just like what Richard had warned. But I don't know, I think anything new is something fun and amusing. Unless it kills you, like, detectinvisible.com. And yes, I'm hyping the thing up.
Talk about structure. Me. Writing. We're taking different paths now.
Right. May konsepto ng writer's block.
This is the most self-conscious blog post I have written so far. It makes me sound like a cyber-flirt, pubertal, private school girl.
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