Super Psycho
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.
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.
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Saturday, November 17, 2007 sleepy days finally, after all the unnecessary drama, i am officially enrolled. i am a UP student once again, complete with all papers, payments and harrassment. enrollment in this university is just hell. and by hell i mean, lines, endless lines, lines of death, of depression, lines of eternity, of exhaustion. HELL, basically. however, all of these inconveniences were compensated by the fact that i finally have my lone major subject,[psych 101] courtesy of my AMAZING prerog powers. and then i also experienced the longest queue of my life just for the sake of getting my PE: cheerleading. sounds gay, right? fortunately, all we have to do in this PE is to watch UAAP games. no, make that BORING uaap games. suffocating because mykol is vain, we [rico, john dale and i], had to accompany him in his search for the best pairs of shorts to divisoria. and i thought UP enrollment was hell. divisoria is like, hell-er. people are swarming everywhere. plus, the constant fear of possible snatching freaked me out. gahd. it was stressful, tiring and morbid. divisoria is, so REAL. and so after that escapade, we decided to stop by at MoA and eat. [and of course, take some pictures] we had this sorta debate thing in kalai [No Gray Areas Debate Tournament]. it was an inter-floor debate tournament sponsored by our dorm's publicity committee. so beforehand, we had to attend this seminar featuring some bigwigs with technical know-hows about debate stuffs. kinda boring really. so boring that i had to take photos. [i mean, i should be on the photos.]
we were unlucky enough to be in the first round of debates against 3rd floor girls. and so with much cramming and overnight familiarization with the asian parliamentary format [we had to practice on: 'we regret the rise of Korean TV series'], we blabbered about things for the debate last friday. the motion we picked by lottery was : this house believes that the human security act of 2007 must be junked. we were on the opposition side and i was the deputy leader of the opposition.the debate was somewhat 'bigtime', because taking aside the venue [kalai viewing area] and the so-so tarpaulin, we had a philo summa cum laude as an adjudicator. hwaww. now that's what i call deep. we talked about the game plan and basically did these things: that yes, we concede that there is terrorism in the country, and another, the HSA should be revised and not junked. i think everything turned out well. i think.
this was the before part when we were, ugh, cramming and i was already panicking. you can't blame me, i am left-inclined, i WANT to junk HSA! junk it! just freaking junk it! hoorayness this is the peak of my happiness for the week- the 3rd filipino comics convention. it was held today, from 10am up to 6pm at bahay ng alumni in u.p diliman. i had to shrug off my exhaustion from the debate the previous noght just to wake up on time. the entrance fee was 50 pesos and comes with a complementary paper fan [how...nice]. pol medina jr. was there, as well as carlo vergara and manix abrera plus the culture crash team..hwawww...so surreal...it would have been a very happy experience, however, if only i had MONEY. gahd. depressing. 3rd Komik Kon 2007.see. i was nearly happy. i'm kinda depressed this week. i don't know why. i rarely write poems but i wrote one, out of a sudden. it's mushy. but who cares? The wrong in waiting is that it may never come
Like a rainfall in our driest drought The error is that there is much hope in love In loving, or even for a soul who has never loved at all The pain of love is that it simply hurts Dampens the eternal gloom of our wait The grief is that we have so much to give And yet, on every sunset, we ask if we were given The puzzle of it all is that we are not bound to know But we are bound to love, or be loved, make mistakes, and cry The fallacy of love is that it may never have been love at all It wasn’t love, we were just waiting there Posted by (0) choo choo |