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
Sunday, June 15, 2008
I was in Krispy Kreme Trinoma yesterday, chewing on some free glazed donuts, courtesy of my seaman-wannabe friend who's off to Norway next week, when I was hit by a minor realization.
My life is just too much orange.
As we stared at the line of people, dressed in fancy clothes dyed in irritably flashy hues, waiting for movie tickets, we exchanged stories over bitter iced cappuccinos. I was thinking of the months and weeks to come, when this friend whom I have always known years ago, who used to borrow my blue Adidas caps, who shared a banig with me in General Santos, who introduced me to Ragnarok online, is far away, somewhere distant and unreachable. I checked my cellphone photos and told him we last saw each other on March 13, when Katrina took pictures of him eating Go Nuts, me munching grilled Chicken, Katrina posing in all coquettishness, all in pale glows of mall lights. And he sighed.
He told me he doesn't know when his exact flight will be, and that when his ticket arrives I should see him leave the country in a booming, roaring airplane. I told him I may not go since lately my mind has been filled up with assets, liabilities, numbers, stuffs so much different from the things we used to talk about. Like levelling up, going somewhere, fishballs by the town church in a weekend evening.
And he told me he knew of a girl, who had seen me twice in the past week. And in both instances that we passed by each other, he said, 'naka-orange ka'.
Lately I have discovered, that it's so much convenient to shop for clothes when you eliminate all the others that are not orange. If it's orange I just have to consider it, if it isn't, it's simply boring. My new clothes for the past year are orange, but if they're un-orange, they're still extremely nice for me and are bright or warm looking. I had never been like this, orange-loving. Only now.
I thought about what he said this morning, when I was looking for a good calculator with big buttons to anxiously press at during computations for revenues or the sort, subtracting, adding and thinking, all in rapid pulses and soft calculator thuds. 'Lagi ka na lang naka-orange', and so I prodded Ms. Sales Lady to browse through her stocks, and at the afternoon's end, I wasn't able to get an orange claculator, but a blue one with orange buttons for Tax- and Tax+.
Tomorrow I will browse through this horribly thick book I bought for 800 bucks, and whenever I look at its fat spine I would remember my siblings telling me to study really hard. As if everything relies upon me now. Today I bought clothes, orange ones, worth 3k or the sort, and for all of that, they tell me: you should study hard.
Tomorrow I want to study hard. But friend tells me he wants to make the most of his last week in the country before he sails all over the world in a full year. I cannot even assure him that I might be there if he wants to have lunch with friends. I cannot even be sure of a lot of things.
All I'm certain about is that I have to study hard because that's in the unspoken, unwritten family deal, and that I love orange so much that it makes my thinking so orgasmic, and so nostalgic.
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