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, July 20, 2008
How to Breathe
About ten hours ago, I was belting out Josh Groban's 'Close to Where You Are' in front of a congested School of Economics while Pantranco and Ikot jeeps what-the-fuck-ly pass by. Perhaps they were wondering what the hell was my problem, singing extremely depressing songs in a gloomy July afternoon. If only I could tell them that what they should wonder about is why the hell people are lining up outside School of Economics in the day when our Almighty God the Father took a rest from his week-long exhaustion as the supreme being of this universe!
Well, I am not a fan of Christianism, but during moments of despair and exhaustion, I tend to summon flashy, dandy Roman Catholic-ish notions so as to emphasize my very bad mood. And so there, School of Economics was 42 minutes late in administering our first exam for the semester, it's as if UP students have totally abandoned the concept of God and converted their Sabbath's into OCness day. Oh weeeell.
Minutes after the exam was finished, I found myself with Kalay batch mates, joining their despair as we try to convince our selves that there is actually hope even if you're sure that you just shaded for the wrong answer. But just like what Kenneth said, 'wag niyo na nga isipin yan! madedepress lang kayo!' Is it me or is depression starting to become a synonym for a bad mood swing?
And so there. After a week of continuous bouts of introspection, self-psychological therapy, studying and summoning spiritual concepts of a Supreme Being for academic assistance, my first barrage of harsh examinations is over. And I am culminating it not with Dark Knight or a Tokyo Tokyo tummy spree or whatever, I'm culminating it with a freaking, whining blog post! How bad is that.
Off-topic: Miss Universe is airing on the tube. Riyo Mori looks Lucy Liu-ish, Asian porn-ish hot. LOL. And, I realized that Miss USA did fall/trip or whatever. I thought it was just some metaphor made by anti-US radicals, like 'Ooh Miss USA fell, ergo the USA is doomed to hell for its greedy capitalistic global maneuvers!'
Going back. Wait. Miss Venezuela is crying. What for? Because she won Miss Universe. Congratulations to her for continuing to consciously imbibe into universal consciousness the biased and stereotyped image of the female species. Anyhoo, yeah, so I was watching PDA Children edition or whatever and I realized: in the near future, the profitability of singing contests will spurn spontaneous genetic evolutions in the Filipino race, such that our future generations will be better singers. MBB majors will call this, er, evolution. But Econ people will call this 'economic survival'.
In simple terms, give these children their childhood! Or am I just bitter because during their age, the closest thing to singing that I did was reciting 'All Things Bright and Beautiful' in sing-song. Whatever.
I can't think of a good ending.
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