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Friday, November 06, 2009
>down the deserted street she walked, trying to walk away the haziness that hung around her brain. Dizzily she tried to concentrate on walking in a straight line, so as to hide the fact that she was horrible, hopelessly drunk.
a couple of meters away, two guys stand talking and watching her sluggishly making her way towards them and turning the corner. one grinned at the other, who then made his way towards her.
"Hi miss."
she ignored him.
"Miss, pwede makuha number mo?"
she looked away.
"Miss sige na."
she tried to ignore him, but even in her drunken haze she couldn't ignore the fact that his hand was slithering its way down her back. she shivered slightly. "Fuck off." she whispered.
Suddenly, pressure on her backside, on her arm, on her wrist, holding her back. there was no one around. and she had never been the type of girl who would scream over anything. not even over this. she stopped walking. not that she had any choice. for the first time, she looked at her assailant.
it was a guy. a tall, fat guy in white. he looked harmless enough. in fact, he looked like quite the sissy. she couldn't see his face. again, she was never the type of person who would look a person in the face. it was rude and intrusive.
she took a deep breath. not to gather her strength, nor to scream. she sighed out of frustration. perhaps it was the alcohol in her system, but at that moment, she was far more annoyed at being inconvenienced than upset at being harassed. and she was perfectly annoyed at seeing this hopeless, geeky looking guy trying to hit on her, and by the fact that if he did, there was nothing she could do about it. she was, after all, just a lone, drunk girl irritated beyond belief.
she took a deep breath and glared at the idiot hurting her arm, and waited. amazingly, the fat guy relaxed his grip. he walked away dejectedly, almost making her feel sorry for him.
maybe he was just a sorry excuse for a guy.
still, her arm hurt badly.
she continued walking.
VOTE ME! ^^
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
>     back when i was in elementary, when internet wasn't yet a necessity, i played this game. it wasn't the kind of thing you'd think a girl would want to play, since it was a building game. you build ridiculously complicated machines to be able to do something ridiculously simple, like "put the ball into the hoop", and i was so hooked onto it. i could play it for hours and hours and hours until my mom would get mad. recently i downloaded it again, and i was shocked to find out that it was actually a DOS program. you don't see that often anymore. and after a hard time trying to figuro out how to run it again (actually after my sister had a hard time figuring it out :p) i finally started playing. i still loved it. i loved thinking of how to accomplish the ridiculously simple tasks. i loved building the machines. i loved everything about it. maybe i'm still just a kid at heart. maybe i just love games. but sometimes i like to think that this was what i was made to do. sometimes i try to believe that i really was meant to be an engineer, and i made the right course choice three years ago.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
> 20 minutes of happiness
20 minutes of gaiety
20 minutes of freedom
from the restraints that bind me
20 minutes of purity
20 minutes of bliss
20 minutes, for just 20 minutes
Let us stay like this
20 minutes of pretense
20 minutes of deceit
20 minutes of drunken madness
must we end this?
Yet 20 minutes is all we have
our time is up, how time does fly
is this how it's meant to be?
stuck on these 20 minutes for eternity
VOTE ME! ^^
Sunday, September 13, 2009
> The written word
can build an empire
and tear it down
trigger revolutions
stir the hearts
of the bourgeoisie
The written word
can immortalize shame
and mortalize heroes
shatter reputations
cure delusions
break a million hearts
the written word can,
with its truths
and its lies
with its artful deception
and distorted realities.
the written word
is a powerful tool
yet it's us
it is us who choose
to deceive
and believe
VOTE ME! ^^
Saturday, September 12, 2009
> we're spiraling down to self destruction
but i am unafraid
as long as you hold my hand
VOTE ME! ^^
Thursday, September 10, 2009
> heartbreak is there for the asking
yet we can't seem to get enough
tell me more, tell me more
about how you don't want me
tell me about her
is she pretty? is she nice?
is she better than me?
you say sadist in the making
i say this is true love
i can't wait forever
but i'm willing to try
and you know it
VOTE ME! ^^
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
>
"hit him!" "take out your weapon dammit!" "ugh, how can you have NOT dodged that?" i hear these shouts as my friends play with their brutes. http://mybrute.com. is a site where you can create a "brute" of your own and use it to fight against other brutes.     brutes get their skills and weapons randomly as their level increases, and when they fight, you can't control them. basically, all you do is choose their opponent and watch them fight it out. it gets exciting somewhat, and also quite annoying, since brutes, as their name suggests, are mostly brawn. they can be quite stupid. they forget to block, or use their shields, or they throw away their best weapon so they could punch out their opponents. and all you can do is watch--and maybe tear your hair out--as they proceed to lose because of their stupidity.
and then you think, brutes are a lot like people. we make stupid decisions that lead to our own demises. what's more, we make the same stupid decisions over and over and over again sometimes. i imagine sometimes that somewhere out there, God may be looking at humanity and wondering how we can be so stupid. i guess that's free will for you.
Monday, August 17, 2009
>
patay tayo diyan
ilang linggo ka ng delayed
sabi mo isang linggo
ako'y kabado
Diyos ko
of course, she doesn't really want to believe it. she's just scared. really, really scared that this might be the end of everything she knew. so although she keeps hoping it's just the paranoia speaking, she gathers her most trusted friends and tells them the secret. and they all troop to the nearest drugstore to get what they--she--needed.
ako'y naluha
napaluhod na lang bigla
ako ay napadasal
please Lord wag muna
of course it wasn't really necessary to have her friends there. she could just as easily have gone and done it herself. yet perhaps it was somehow comforting to be surrounded when you feel so vulnerable. she only hopes her friends really could be trusted with her secret.
with their mission accomplished and the supplies brought, they troop right back to where they came from and she started the process. her friends waited anxiously in front of the comfort room door and she did her thing.
10 seconds...
30 seconds...
a minute.
anong nangyari
sa nabili
mong pregnancy kit
diyan sa kahera sa may Mercury?
the door creaks open, and she peeks worriedly out. she hold out the instrument to them and they all waited as the color slowly spread through the thin strip of paper that would determine the rest of her life.
one line.
just one line.
they all blew out a sigh of relief. then they started to laugh about the adventure that happened that day.
it was something they hoped they never had to go through again.
negative, woah
negative woah.
neganegative...
VOTE ME! ^^
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
> Fly High Than You've Ever Flown And once you've reached Your Utmost Peak Look down. See how far you're bound to fall.
Thursday, August 06, 2009
> The elections are coming up, and my newly turned 18 friends are staring to ask if i got my voting license yet. and i keep saying no. over and over and over again. they ask, "why not?" i say, "why? i'm not going to vote." and they say it isn't good to be so apathetic.
am i apathetic? maybe i am. i don't know anything about politics. i don't know who i should vote, nor do i want to vote. i don't want to vote because i don't know anything about these candidates. all i know is that they lie. they all lie. and i don't want to vote for people who lie to me.
my friends tell me im judgemental. maybe i am. how do i know they all lie? of course i don't. i don't even know them. but they're politicians, and that's enough for me. i see what's happening in UP, and here i see an embodiment of what is happening in the country. i see these students, students i see and laugh with everyday, cheat their way to the top. dito pala nagsisimula. estudyante pa lang, natututo ng magdagdag-bawas. how i am supposed to believe in people when right here in miniland, i see these things happening.
they lie. they all lie. i don't trust them. i won't vote them.
VOTE ME! ^^
~ Me ~
Aryan, 17
university sophomore
obsessive compulsive
slightly neurotic
incredibly moody
bites when provoked
vicious when hurt
silent
aloof
daydreamer
pretty complex
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~ I dig.. ~
dark chocolate(hint, hint)
kittens
anime and manga
surfing the net
rain
frozen food
coffee
figurines
dolphins
necklaces
earrings
stuffed toys
o2jam
perfect world
RPGs
~ I detest.. ~
worms
whiny voices
flying roaches
social climbers
eggplants
blood
broken promises
~ I wish for.. ~
peace and quiet
a small white bear with a sweater
the route to neverland
the yellow brick road
less homework
world peace?
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