just got home. hair's in shambles. my head's all over the place. and i think i'm gonna die of a severe headache [or pwede na rin heartache. wehehe. i am SO joking]...
things i have yet to accomplish:
1. fix stuff to bring for chem lab tomorrow: cotton white shirt; 5-10 rubber bands
2. read pp. 204-209 for xtian doctrine
3. a.k. reflection about the pub school teaching
4. study for pnoy MQT on wednesday
5. write my eng articles which are due on wednesday
6. start the vid presentation for world histo
7. read pp. 193 onwards for our reporting in pnoy
8. start my tesselations for geom
9. concoct an agenda for tomorrow's meeting
10. follow up on invites, bg, tables, etc. for the prom
11. study for the acet on sunday?? [grr!!! grr!! how the hell am i supposed to master physics, trigo, and other shitey things by sunday?! du-oh! i hate my life.]
12. forget... that thingy thingy i'm supposed to forget.
>>head ache and brain ache courtesy of the following very considerate beings: ms. magtaas, ms. reyes, ms. lax, sir mits, prom, and ajss people. i love the world.
[sigh]
so many things tah do, so little time, so little of me. i heard some pretty nasty things about ningascugon guy today from my ust buds. not good. definitely not good. but i must also follow mutti's advice: do not believe everything you hear. bka protective lang talaga sila kuaz and atez. anyway, that's none of my biz anymore as i have decided to drop the matter all together and just face him come prom night. [meaning i shall not invite him when the barkada goes out with their dates for a bit of bonding time] i have also promised to myself that i shall donate P100 to the sacrifice box everytime i mention his name [this shall start tomorrow]. so i'm pretty much just about exhausting every single topic that is associated with him so that tomorrow i won't commit the absoltue boo boo of saying his name.
grr... this is what happens when you concentrate on just one guy. you become too serious and too.... too! must collect and select. must create harem. must rent out extremely greasy macho dancers who can... dance all night? eewwww. hehe. yes, yes. shall apply this theory at this very moment. lesser risk of heart break.
"at that particular time love encouraged me to leave
at that particular moment I knew staying with you meant deserting me
that particular month was harder than you'd believe but I still left
at that particular time..."
-Alanis Morissette, "That Particular Time"
definitely no longer searching for utopia, an ergaslophobic student and aspiring thespian, a true blue Filipina and Assumptionist, existing in a state of utter discombobulation, *BROKE*, and fattening myself up in time for the next human sacrifice ritual in tondo, manila...
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==:::A Few Friendly Reminders from your Resident Sane Psycho:::==
life is an unequivocally fast paced string of events, where the essence of a lifetime can be captured in a single breath, love can develop in a second, and where a long journey can feel like just another ride in the metro rail...
so put on your pink tinted glasses, wear your cheesiest smile. life's too short and much too precious to waste with the frivolities of a shallow existence.
let's limbo!
change is the only constant thing in life.
though it is most difficult to cope with change, we must.
it is survival. it is evolution.
but then again,
what if this change is brought about by paranormal sensations and emotions, unforeseen circumstances, hormonal imbalances, and... the weather?
what if this change is caused by things that are not things. forces that are immaterial?
how do we cope?
how do we end the relentless and crazed see-saw of intense emotions churning deep within us?
how do we stop misery?
how do we prolong happiness?
with a four millimeter bullet?
with a cup of peppermint-tasting cyanide?
with prayer?
i don't know.
i can't even begin to pretend to know, or to comprehend.
and i'm sure,
neither can you.
and it scares me.
it scares us.
that this we cannot understand.
everything else --science, mathematics, ratios, proportions, wars, peace talks, chocolate sprinkles and gum drops, ponies and rabbits, Nobel awards-- we know.
but this,
this simple shift of light and darkness,
this slight distinction,
this sudden rearranging of matter, molecules, and sensations.
this indescribable phenomena.
this we cannot even begin to grasp.
illogical, senseless, strange, odd.
fleeting, momentous, gargantuan, colossal.
what is the meaning behind this change in mood? in feeling?
what is the real root? the common cause?
perhaps we have been doomed to be this way.
to not understand.
to be left in the dark.
doomed to be able to adapt with everything else but this simple swing.
this simplistic issue.
never to find a way to evolve around it.
but perhaps.... in this case,
evolution is not survival.
for if you can just grin and bear it.
take it for what it is.
let go of the logic behind it.
perhaps then, survival is possible.
change is not imperative.
accepting is a prerogative, the answer, the key.