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
Monday, September 29, 2008
Bus Rides
I really hate sleeping during bus rides. Or taxi rides. Or jeepney rides. Or any rides, for that matter, especially if it highlights the absence of any fun company. Or it smacks this kind of blank solitude on your face.
But I did just that tonight, in a sudden bout of irrational loneliness or unclassified melodrama. I took an SM Fairview bus that sped me through kilometers away from real home. And I found myself in the Shell Philcoa station, walking to where Jollibee's face glowed immaculately in the dark.
Something's wrong tonight. I think it's not about not qualifying in the quarterfinals. I'm perfectly fine with that since I hate Russia motions anyway. I feel it's something beyond losses or conflicting views on issue grasps. I think it's...hormonal. Irrational. Illogical. Exaggerated.
A friend told me I was overanalyzing things. Spicing them up with paranoia, self-pity, pessismism. Perhaps yes, the propensity to overanalyze looms, but I guess that freaking bus ride boiled it further into something as simple as an unshared bus seat and Colbie Caillat's voice over the earphones. And Colbie Caillat songs are like, depressing.
Maybe when I wake up things will sort of change. Like deliberate displacements. Brighter hues. Longer conversations. Company. Or the lack of it. Glances. Talks. Responses.
Maybe I just can't wait. Maybe I just choose to be emotional.
Or maybe I just hate lonely bus rides. And lonely walks. And Manila in the dark.
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