why would the line "high heels, red dress" of the jonas brothers' song not leave my head?

why would the line "high heels, red dress" of the jonas brothers' song not leave my head?

hay...

hay naku, dapat nagreresearch ako ngayon ng biographies ng authors, kaya lang nakakatamad. ang haba kasi ng buhay nila eh, ang hirap tuloy malaman kung ano ang lalabas sa exam bukas. kasi naman, kung anu-ano pa ang pinanggagawa nila sa buhay nila. ba't di na lang sila nagsulat at namatay, para wala masyado kailangan i-memorize!

on the bright side, aside from world lit, math test bukas....hahaha...mayabang na ako!!

grabe zoo exam ngaun. mga 40 out of 95 items filling the chart. wala ako alam!! naguluhan kasi ako sa no. of chromosomes, chromatids, kinetochores, centromeres (ano ba yun?) ng mitosis at meiosis. hahahaha.....

abenir

sorry, nagtotopak dsl...ayaw magupload ng picture...kaya click na lang para makita niyo si abenir....haha..

yang ding teacher na iyan ang nagalit sa group namin last week for the very 'sucking' per4mans. haha

pagpasensiyahan niyo na itsura niya..pati nga kami nagulat first time nakita namin siya that morning ng field trip...bigla kasi ang laki ng eye bags, tapos mukhang banggag pa..hahaha...mas may okay siyang mga pictures...kaya lang di ko alam multiply site ng iba kong blockmates...sa multiply ding niyan may makikita kayo mga pictures sa trip namin last 8/8/08. dapat walang pasok nga araw na iyon kasi feast day ni st. dominic. haha

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hahaha..i think im addicted to pinball...haha...

oh, im sorry about yesterday..sometimes, you just get insane for no reason at all...hahaha

im fine now...sometimes...i just get too attach with my emotions that i fail to think with my mind...though, i still dont know why my emotions get crazy sometimes...

why are the speakers not working?

%^&* %^&* *( 3$ !@#$ *% $%^&09 $%^&

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i dont know why. but i feel panicky. i dont really know...but something inside me feels that i should be doing something useful now. I DONT FREAKING UNDERSTAND MYSELF. crap. i think im stressed. right. i dont see why i should be stressed out. it's a long weekend.

inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale...

WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME!!!!!!!!!

oh right. fine. im just going to watch youtube videos. im going to catch up with the music scene.

imagine me dancing to the beat of the music...screaming like a groupie....shrieking like a banshee...my hair wild...my mind insane...my...okay...stop imagining me....

..

all right...relax..this is easy...you're just going to connect what you saw with what you've learned. haha. sounds easy.

not really

especially if you didnt learned anything and you werent paying attention so you failed to see anything useful.

right. i think i should leave the net or i wouldnt accomplish anything other than posting stupid stuffs on my blog.

sucking ass

why am i blog stalking? i should be doing my homeworks!!!!!!!!

im posting a lot this day to compensate for the past days which i failed to post thanks to the internet

i just noticed that my recent posts are full of rantings. about the words sucking and asses. oh well, i guess that's what my pathetic life is made of: sucking asses.

pahabol

oh yeah, the internet also sucks.

la vida chupa

this week sucks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

our project performance sucks. how do i know? well, our teacher told us. he just said it in words synonymous with "suck." actually, he didnt say anything good about our group. our one hour standing in front of the class didnt make him happy at all. he noticed a LOTSSSSS of mistakes. and you know what's worse? the group before is probably the best group in all his classes. so our mistakes are really obvious.

well i cant blame him. we had a lot of errors. and guess what? i know whom to blame. well, not really. a part of me blames me because i wasnt more strict with my groupmates. what i just really hate is that i told them not to cram but they still did. so when problems started appearing, it's too late to fix them.

other bad things all happened this week...well what can i do...la vida chupa.

and it turns our i have a lot of long quizzes next week. i meant long because there are a lot of chapters to study in one subject only. i also have stupid homeworks. im only studying and doing those hw's now because i forgot about them. yeah, im old. i did nothing but read pocket books yesterday.

and i know the next week will also suck!!!!!!!!!!

whatever

new asses in my life

i know im a crammer. what i didnt know until now is that the people here in ust, specifically my groupmates, are probably the worst crammers. tomorrow monday will be our presentation, but until now, they havent sent in their parts. i hate them!! i already told them last, last week of what they should do and they should already start that time. but did they listen to me? no! that's why i dont want to be the freaking leader. no, that's not it. i dont want group work! i rather do things individually. so even if i cram, i can do them the night before. not the morning we will pass it! grabe, asar talaga ako. tapos hanggang ngayon, wala pa kaming film na maiipresent. it's 15% of the total score. wala pa rin kaming naiisip na game. 30% yun. gosh. bloody people. so irresponsible!

and when they can see im obviously angry, they wonder why im mad? asses! and where are they now?? none of them are freaking online. bloody people. simple lang pinapagawa, di pa magawa.

lakbay aral

when did field trips started to suck?

the whole college of rehabilitation sciences (consisting of PT, OT, and SpS) freshmen went to a field trip named Lakbay Aral yesterday. we went to:

• barasoain church and casa real (both are in malolos, bulacan)--boring artifacts. i dont care about stupid furnitures and crosses and priests' clothes. and boring presentation about the history of the philippines' freedom. the only exciting event there is the wedding being held because the bride is obviously pregnant. haha. we're like wedding crashers because the others kept on taking pictures and the others didnt turn off the sound so you can here a lot of cameras clicking and see a lot of flashing
• quezon memorial--this is where we find the remains of manuel quezon and his wife and some of their possessions and pictures--ang pogi ni manuel nung bata pa, in fairness. kaya lang his clothes look small. he doesnt look like a short guy. even his hospital bed is there. quezon memorial is a substitute because we were suppose to go in malacanang, but unfortunately, they're doing some repairs.
• national museum and the museum near it. i dont know the name because our adviser left us for other sections. well, we cant blame him because the other sections kept on approaching him. the museums showed nothing but paintings and other arts. some are quite disturbing but then i guess that's art. some are boring. those are the abstracts, i dont see what other people see in them. it's like something anyone could do it. i saw the spolarium again, parang wala lang. haha.
  

do you know what the favorite artifact is? our very own adviser, sir abenir. a lot of girls (who are obviously kinikilig) took a lot of pictures with him. you would thing that he's someone famous when you see all those girls crowding around him and begging for pictures. kulang na lang, autograph. hahahaha. ako rin may picture na kami lang dalawa...hahaha pero kasi pinilit ako ng friend ko before pa nag-crowd ang ibang girls. kaya parang ako ang pinakauna. pero dont worry my honeys, wala akong crush sa kanya, ayaw ko kasi way niya ng pagsalita, parang gay... hehe

and now, we have to do reactions papers. one for socio and one for phil his. sucking. i didnt really learn anything. and the places and artifacts werent really that interesting.

ass

as usual, i feel so stupid. i lost my eyeglasses. you know, the pink one where there are multiple x's displayed at the side. i lost it in school. it's gone. forever. and just this monday, i lost my umbrella. actually, it's my sis' umbrella. i havent told her. i dont really care. ugh, i hate my life.

how am i going to survive now? i have my contacts, but i am still more comfortable with my glasses. you can put it on and take it off whenever and wherever you like.

so yeah, when i got home yesterday, i felt depressed. sigh, i have such low coping mechanism. and so what i did is played pinball. pinball is good for depression. you just press two keys and watch the bouncing ball. your face remains expressionless. even the upbeat music on my radio didnt cheer me up.

then my stupid sister came. she demanded that she needs to use the computer. duh, i was here first. she got mad and the tattle tale called momsy to whine that she needs the computer to do her assignment and im just playing anyway. what an ass. can't she see that pinball is my way of coping with depression? plus the fact that im nearing the top score. oh no, she can't see it. well, i didnt tell her about the pinball-coping-with-depression, but can't she see the dejectedness on my face? she's so insensitive. she's not only an ass, she's a butt too!

i wish that when she was still an embryo, only her blastopore developed so she will come out of my mother only an ass. an anus. her archenteron and 3 germ layers should'nt have developed.

im mourning for my glasses.

After Great Pain a Formal Feeling Comes

Emily Dickinson

After great pain, a formal feeling comes--
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs--
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?

The Feet, mechanical, go round--
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone--

This is the Hour of Lead--
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow--
First--Chill--then Stupor--then the letting go--

i miss mr. roque. our lit teacher doesnt know how to teach.

embryology

a long, long time ago, in a not so far away place (if you're near your mother), you look disgusting.
you look like any other animal. in fact, you can barely look at yourself. and yet this nauseating stage of your life is the most important. more important than marriage or squeezing out your first child.

and thanks to a stupid teacher (she has not yet-and maybe never will-reach the professor stage), i cannot appreciate this stage.