Super Psycho

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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!
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A HISTORY OF PSYCHOSIS
Friday, October 31, 2008

 My Fan, CRS, and the Oddities of Rural Living
On CRS:

I find it surprising that there were students who practically got zero units from CRS. I actually thought CRS is, err, more caring now, compared to how pathetically useless it was a year ago when I was still a freshie and yet it gave me 6 friggin' units after three rounds of processing.

Which makes me feel thankful at the end of the day, having 18 full units that will make me preoccupied for the next few months. Add to that the uber boring CBA CWTS and a PE-Badminton class from the legendary and the ancient, Ms. Caces.

It makes my neurons twitch, though. I want to cancel CBA CWTS at the last minute since I could not digest the sense of it. I mean, Jesus Christ, I want to mix cement and build homes for the homeless. Do they have that at NCPAG? Anyway, there. I 'm not so sure with the whole corporate social responsibility effect of BA CWTS. I want it hands-on, full-time.

Re: AH requirements. I was talking to Jelline over YM when I realized I only need one more subject to fulfill my AH requirements. But for this sem I plan to get Eng 10 and Eng 12 (both of which my fan, CRS, already gave me) since the thought of taking another MST horrifies me to death (think: Env Sci under Miguel Fortes). This is something I consider a breather for me really, I want to enjoy the sem. I want any MST subject away from my immediate sight. And I badly miss taking fun classes. Last sem was a four-month nightmare.

On the semestral break:

Some of my high school friends and I met up this afternoon to say our goodbyes to a classmate who had her sem break cut short. She had to take a removal exam for a nursing subject in UP Manila. Poor girl, if only she knew we drank beer immediately after she left.

I met up with A who's an accountancy major in a university in Bicol, MR, this gaunt almost malnourished Stat-major studying in UPLB, MK who shocked me out of my wits when he took nursing (because he's just too..straight) and MR who just got back pulling out babies from vaginas in her Manila nursing duties.

We exchanged stories over Burger Yums and Jolly spaghettis in our town's lone Jollibee outlet (yes, Nash, there is a jollibee in tabaco), dishing out nasty gossips or constructing a new one for the heck of it. It made me realize how much I missed talking to the people who were there when I was horridly pubertal and pre-adolescent. To some extent, I felt that they were a few of the people who knew me years before I decided I can redefine myself (naks) [translate: we went through puberty together, so we all know our awkward moments of growth].

Later, we decided to drink Red Horse at this open-air bar in our town. And right after half a bottle, MK and MU had already passed, using arguments on morality and propriety to justify why they chickened out. Jeez, these Bicol people should read Dan Brown and watch Gossip Girl to update their sense of morality and sense of faith. Anyhoo, since we all felt like good sons and daughters to our parents, we decided not to get drunk and to go home earlier that night while chewing on Maxx Menthol.

And mind you, in our town, when the clock is near eight PM, we're already worrying about our Moms and Dads screaming their lungs out because it's already too late for any probinsyano-kind of partying. Shocking, I know.

Not to mention that we don't even have Starbucks. Or any Karaoke booth. It makes me depressed some times.

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