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
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Ultradepressionism
I walked out of School of Economics today, not because I am such a moody creature of God, or not because I'm full of insecurities or so filled up with raging hormones and bad serotonin levels. I walked out because I could not stand the irregularity of it all, I could not stand how my life, how my days have been distorted by my messed up short-term priorities and schedule. I walked out because I couldn't find what I really want, and what the bases of my wants are. I walked out because I do not know.
But the issue in here is not me walking out with my Red Adidas back hanging by a strap. the issue here are my mood swings, my silence spells, my kept in, unreleased anger on petty things and my lapses in simple reason, my deviance from dummy logic. What do I want now? What do I want for this week, for next month, the month after? I do not feel like there is a concrete line where I could tread on, jump around, giggle in all the temporal and emotional security. I feel floating, looking around and essentially purposeless in my bigtime charade.
Well yeah, I do feel mediocre, like what I have been blabbering in my blog. But it's not that big, I say that everyday, every minute if I wanted to, not because I feel absolutely mediocre [as if mediocre is not founded upon relative notions], I say that because I don't know where I want to fix myself, or root myself.
I swear to God, maga-Acad Mode na ako. Slap me if I do not do so, cut my throat if I eat at Jollibee again or whatever until 11, as if I do not have prob sets waiting for me.
I am hating how I am handling my life lately. I am hating how I sleep suddenly at ngiht with my books left open at the study, with my fluorescent lamp glaring all throughout the night as I snore and dream of dreamable things. I am hating how things are changing, how things are flying, how life is rearranging itself, or rather, the pace by which it does.
No, let me take that back, I love it how things are veering away from boring dormancy. But if only the world could wait for me so I could breathe, pause for a while, and confidently point at what I want to do, I wouldn't have walked out because of accumulated pissed offness, I would have been changing clothes and getting a Cab to take me to BK Timog.
But no, I feel tired and disoriented, I feel confused with where I 'm going but I feel like I'm compelled to stay put.
I think I could get through this, though. I mean this is me and my irrational stress releases. It's just that, I am so disappointed with how I am handling time lately. Please God help me out with my schedule issues, give me a spotlight or a lightning bolt so I may know what I should do and what I shouldn't bother with. Please Please Please.
By the way, I just won a Palanca award. Weehee.
Well yeah, I do feel mediocre, like what I have been blabbering in my blog. But it's not that big, I say that everyday, every minute if I wanted to, not because I feel absolutely mediocre [as if mediocre is not founded upon relative notions], I say that because I don't know where I want to fix myself, or root myself.
I swear to God, maga-Acad Mode na ako. Slap me if I do not do so, cut my throat if I eat at Jollibee again or whatever until 11, as if I do not have prob sets waiting for me.
I am hating how I am handling my life lately. I am hating how I sleep suddenly at ngiht with my books left open at the study, with my fluorescent lamp glaring all throughout the night as I snore and dream of dreamable things. I am hating how things are changing, how things are flying, how life is rearranging itself, or rather, the pace by which it does.
No, let me take that back, I love it how things are veering away from boring dormancy. But if only the world could wait for me so I could breathe, pause for a while, and confidently point at what I want to do, I wouldn't have walked out because of accumulated pissed offness, I would have been changing clothes and getting a Cab to take me to BK Timog.
But no, I feel tired and disoriented, I feel confused with where I 'm going but I feel like I'm compelled to stay put.
I think I could get through this, though. I mean this is me and my irrational stress releases. It's just that, I am so disappointed with how I am handling time lately. Please God help me out with my schedule issues, give me a spotlight or a lightning bolt so I may know what I should do and what I shouldn't bother with. Please Please Please.
By the way, I just won a Palanca award. Weehee.
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