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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Sunday, March 08, 2009

What's that again and Eheads

Last night, I watched the Eraserheads' Final Set concert in MoA, expecting to listen to 'Para sa Masa' when all else had been sung, or had been rapped, or had been altered by Ely Buendia because he feels like doing so. But I'm not complaining, I thought it was funny. But the point is, they didn't sing Para sa Masa. And I paid 1 300 for that. Homaygahd.

I don't think I'm an Eheads fan just yet. Because I don't know their albums. Or I can't narrate the music videos of their songs unlike the sweaty, die-hard fans who violently encroached my private space in MoA's concert grounds last night. I just happened to download their anthology albums 2 weeks ago, listened to their songs everyday when I'm on my way to BA, or when I'm headed to SC to buy some popsicle, or when I'm walking to my dorm room after an unforgiving day. And after that I felt like a fan, and I bought a concert ticket with the same money I saved up to buy suer light-weight slippers.

And today I'm blogging about the experience, and my most glaring memory, I think, was the taste of ice-cold Coke after three hours of voluntary dehydration. But I think it was fun, since it was a concert. Concerts are supposed to be fun, right? LOL

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Last night, while I sat on an ordinary SM Fairview bus, I decided to make an impromptu poem because I thought I was in a highly poetic scenario. 1 AM. By the window. In a cheap, wind-swept ordinary bus where people all looked stressed out and are all Eheads fans. But apparently I've forgotten the whole poem. I think the gist was that I was sad, emotional and I needed some happiness, or the usual things poems say.

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It's 4 PM and I still don't have my allowance for the whole week. I still need to do a lot of papers and other things-you-should-worry-about. I hate this.



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