Entries for September, 2005
September 1st, 2005
Casualty POSTED AT 06:35 PM I can even imagine myself so ridiculous, so mindless about what predicament I’m into. Well the spectators were appreciating us by mere irony. And I suspect their sarcasm. Sarcasm has been always my worst enemy. And I hope I will never face it again. Our teacher was prank about it; she didn’t like our report at all. It’s just so unbearable after what had happened; we will just hear torrents of negative feedbacks. We may appear that appalling, but I hope they will acknowledge our considerable EFFORT. And how I felt, I was so frustrated in the end because she postponed our quiz. Now what? Darn it. Have my classmates ever intended of treating me right? It’s disturbing. Tsk! The pressure is on me.  Reading: Chemistry: Gamma Rays Feeling: toast critique
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September 12th, 2005
Idle talk POSTED AT 09:17 PM It’s easy to spread a gossip, a rumor, but it was never easy to know the truth. And it’s intricate to get involved on such frivolous acts. My classmates’ fandom over me was never a funny joke, was not a thing to guffaw about. It seems to me that there are certain people find pleasure to ridicule me. Even, getting too spoiled on doing it, worst making it a hobby, because I appear to be indifferent at any extent, Hell no! I just don’t want overreact on such bigotry, which is fallible. I can suspect a virago, blatantly swelled up a thing or two against me. Well, what kind of nerve she has? To extend a vague statement then and there, without relying on definite familiarity. I won’t hold back on negating that. How can they even say that it is rampant without me, the material of hilarity, knowing it? Well, I suppose fancy rumors are inevitable, isn’t it? I’m dead tired of swallowing my pride. If these get worse, I will get myself to speaking. I just don’t want to hold grudges onto somebody else. What makes you mock me in that way? It matters not what they tease me, what is horrible is what I feel. I undergo humiliation, depression and distraction almost everyday. Though this is not new to me, it happened a million times. I ended up wounded, and got beaten up again and again. Nothing is funny. I’m godforsaken serious about this and would not tolerate this one. In my sake, please spare me. Listening to: Stan Feeling: I'll be damned |
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September 23rd, 2005
...randomies... POSTED AT 07:22 PM -I want to write, but I can’t think of good thoughts, as of yet. -I notice that people overuse my name, but anyway -I will definitely change my thesis statement, and this is for real -I hate the sound of doorbell, bummer -I envy people who could read a book or two of Harry Potter,,,cause I’m not that persistent to do so. -Instead of being a point higher on the quiz in geom.,,, I been deranged by my conscience,,, I’m ‘nasindak’ to death -The groupies have diminished,*relief* no more after class quandary. -PTSI jingle: mediocre -Masculine odor has been lingering on the tip of my nose. Where the hell did it come from *sneeze*  -Tekken data was once again corrupted, such pain in the butt!  -PBB: overrated? -Batman: nice motif huh -Does my blog title match my entries? -I have no motivation to note down bits and pieces, then and there… -Boredom reigns my day -Yeah, everything aforementioned seems so… baloney -This relic (blog) getting rusty Listening to: Pinoy ako Watching: PBB Feeling: prosaic |
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September 25th, 2005
PBBr POSTED AT 05:53 PM 
Watching: The Buzz Feeling: exanimate |
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September 30th, 2005
Upheaval POSTED AT 06:18 PM  I’m an awful storyteller. Gossips are easier said than done; somehow I find it difficult to telltale a rumor against others. Nevertheless, it is my time to swell up one’s repute by gossiping things, which is really true but fatal towards the public. They have their words against me, I’ve received my karma, worse I faced a fate so appalling. On the bright side: Vengeance is sweet… So are they waiting me to go up in the stage?! What a pathetic attempt to embarrass me. On the other hand, I was sweating buckets in the backstage, I nearly stumbled by that drum set blocking the way towards the switches of the lights and whew… it’s really hot back there. I was even holding a 15 ft. wood, without knowing it’s purpose. After, I was in the bleachers with Lioba, I was shouting and cheering others as if there’s no tomorrow, which I could not do in my own section. I just hate some; I repeat SOME of my classmates, because some are so plastic and blatantly sarcastic. I don’t now how long I could hold my temper against them. And I hope it will not slip. Dismissal time: Gossip at rampant. And the fuss along campus, does somehow give a blissful remark to me. I believe that my cousin and me are happily involved. Well, not really. Much as I want to talk about something instead of the aforementioned, I can’t. One intention of this blog: to respond to my daily annoyance. Don’t worry, the one who wrote this is just my ego.  Listening to: Kahit pa Feeling: off |
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