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I hate Euphemisms!

Thu, 14 Dec 2006 14:39:12 GMT

I hate euphemisms!

I detest situation when I’m enmesh to say "I’m/It’s Okay” when I really mean is “We’re so fucked up doing a newsroom studio without any help from you apathetic yuppies (yes, I’m referring to y'all 1^st, 2^nd and 3^rd year ComArts) and professionals!” Yes, “apathetic”, and I’m sure y’all never now y’all apathetic because that’s your nature- ‘apathetic” from the truest sense of word! God, I’m cursing, goodluck to the nose of the dragon!

I abhor situation when I’m entitled to say “I’m cool” when I really want to blurt out is “You’re bugging the hell outta me, you’re burning me to hell, get out of my sight or I’ll give you a kick on your groin and an uppercut that will never forget for the rest of your fucking life!”

I hate saying yeah, “I’m doing fine” when I’m dying to yell “I’m so famished, give me food or I’ll eat your d*ck!”

Sorry for the words man, but I Really.Hate.Euphemisms.

Blockmates:
I love you guys! Had fun during the photo shoot to be placed in yearbook. YEAH. Slap me. We're finally graduating!

Hiatus

Wed, 13 Dec 2006 13:23:00 GMT

HIATUS- this day is full of odd pauses. Everything seemed so sluggish. So slow. I met my blockmates (KC, Joy, Maan, Barbie, Cza, Jona, Chill, Franco) immediately after I arrived school. Was so ecstatic over the fact the Dean wasn’t around, which meant NO Metrese quiz. Amen. Was so feeling guilty over Barbie. Been mocking her for her skin break-out. Geez. She’s been fighting zits, but now, a large, screaming PIMPLE was etched on her nose. Might be the reason why she’s very aggravated. Oooppsss…class graduating pictorial tomorrow, that’s why. Don’t worry girl, we’re not doing close-ups. Hehheehe. Love you.

Mag “Reflections”was done. Waaahhh! I hate you PAUL. Curse you! Hehhehehe. Joke. HMFFF.. You didn’t give my articles by-line. I needed that credits. Been awfully badshot from Sotelo and you know that. After mag, what now? Documentary. We should be brainstorming now.

Maan (my best, slutty friend) is glooming. Thanks for virgin coconut oil for giving her the youthfulness that was cradle-snatched by the detective illi. Rejoice. We should be blooming, tomorrows “P” Day.

Was in euphoric state when I saw the title of KC’s literary “THANK YOU BROCOLI” Been laughing out my ass hard for that. Broccoli is dead now. Let us hail SYRUP now! (Thanks Maan for the idea). You’re a genius.

Oh I miss Baguio now…:(

Rushed Mag

Tue, 12 Dec 2006 13:14:59 GMT

Ma'am Donna's timing was impeccable. Seniang seemed to be enraged but ma'am D was still present in our intecom class. Her lesson was way vague for intecom- seems she's stuck with Rizal and Thomas Jefferson. Heck.

After that my blockmates and I went to Paul's place to lay-out our Mag as fulfillment for Proj class of Sotelo.. Waaahhhh..We are doomed to create crap since some of my crew wasn't participating or is it due to the typhoon>? Come on. BTW, classes were suspended, the river beside perps was mouthed to overflow. Flood. Flood..

To overcome stress, we pig out over foods! lots of it. Sopas. Mais. Lumpia. Goto. Tokwa. Sago. French fries. Cheese sticks. Kwek kwek.. Waaahhh.. Talking about calories and added pounds. Must sweat this out later.

EGO BOOSTERS:

PAUL- You're the best lay-out artist EVER. So don't you fret out.
MAAN- Come on. illi's way to cold now. Get out. Heehehe. Go Badjao Lover.
BARBIE- OMG! Don't squeeze your pimples out! hehehehe.. You're way better than that. You're still my twin sister, thus youre beautiful. Ok? hheehhe
ABNOI- Thanks..:) It's "blue" Magic.

Coldness

Tue, 12 Dec 2006 12:39:52 GMT

Circles

I was hypnotized—
By the piercing look of his chameleon eyes
Swallowing me to depths of his tattered soul
Revealing his inner, bare essence

Tied by fate, I was captured
Like a baby wrapped in mother’s arm
So warm, I was ready…
To be his slave for eternity

But—
I was burned
By the fire I myself created
My blazed skin turned into ash
Swept away by the cold wind he breathed out

Ruined…
Lifeless…
I was drowned with the shambles he left

Still—
I was hypnotized
By the piercing look of his chameleon eyes
Swallowing me to depths of his tattered soul
Revealing his inner, bare essence

Never-ending…

* i like being cold so that you'll hold my hands in a freezing, romantic night..:)