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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Wednesday, August 27, 2008 A Splurt of Thought Things I Should Be Doing Today: 1) Check the entries for this year's Sigaw staffers. I was sending this 'Indaaaay' joke to different group lists on my phone when I saw the word 'Sigaw', in distinct pixels. In all urgency, I was reminded of the entries I have to check for Kalay's newest batch of writers and hopefully, cam whores. So in my pajamas and in my favorite orange sweater, I had to walk from Ipil to Kalay, at 11 PM just to get the brown envelope from Kuya Mike. Just when I was about to come back to Ipil and sit my ass off memorizing constitutions, I dropped by at Yakal to tell Leya probable arguments for this debate about English language dominance thingy. I also saw the visit as an excellent opportunity to beg for some coffee sachets, 3-in-1. However, instead of a brief visit, I found myself sharing our Sigaw memories with Leya and Dhadi, recounting how inefficient and yet how fun we were back when held quasi-writer positions in Kalay. May the next staffers achieve this odd legacy of ours. 2) Memorize Deb Soc Constitution. Gahd I feel terribly nervous just by staring at Deb Soc's constitution. Is it me or is it just plain long? However, I somehow feel that memorizing Member names are more convenient than brain-imprinting the constitution itself. At least for the night, but here I am blogging about what I should even do. I write terribly tonight. 3) Make my Bading na Rambutan costume. Actually my Captain Barbel costume is still on scratch, and it is still lingering within my neurons. I wonder how the hell I will pull it off later during the day. Must cut a class, LOL. Beyond that, I must start preparing for my bading na rambutan costume! God give me inspiration...and creativity. 4) Stop blogging. I should do this one right now. Posted by (0) choo choo |