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.

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A HISTORY OF PSYCHOSIS
Monday, February 23, 2009

 It's a mesh/mess.
I'm squeezing myself in our small share of domestic urban space. Just a few steps from Trinoma, though I always get tired whenever I walk, instead of taking a tricycle ride. These are during the days when I have to drag my laundry back home with 25 pesos in my pocket. Enough for a load, and to go unli while waiting for people to text. Or to not text.

I have a problem with time. And waiting. And why impatience is punished in this self-righteous world. I have a problem with rationalizing forgiveness, or why we should be good when in fact we're vile. I have a problem with selecting the best options, and why economics makes option selection so hyper-scientific.

I don't know what is it with goals and dreams that make us think we're fulfilled. Or bound for fulfillment. I don't know what is it with achieving that makes us worth something. Why is laziness a crime. Why is rest mere futility. Why do we have to toil and let go.

Why do we have to wait and think that abstinence is delayed reward. Why does hope exist when it borders on desperation. Why are there boundaries that are blurred.

Why is there confusion. And how come I can never think enough. Or at least correctly. What's with the corrective function of error when we commit them over and over again.

What's with life and how come Shonda Rhymes thinks the power of thinking can erase all wounds, lighten all burdens, and wipe out all the deep shit on earth.

Last night, I tried to meditate inside my dorm room. When my room mate was away.
But I found it hard to empty myself of thoughts, when thinking alone tells me I'm heading towards something definitive.

charot.drama.

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