have you ever heard of the phrase.... meaningless victory? well, if ever i were blessed with the occurrence of winning the elections... i would call that event just that: a meaningless victory. you could have everybody elect you or vote you into this position. but if the person whose vote counts the most DOES not choose to choose you. well... that's it in a nutshell! ~*~
but then again, that question does, in a way, substantiate an answer, no matter how effin' illogical or senseless.
AM I EVEN ORGANIC?
a question that doubts not only the composition of man, but also, the benefits of knowing or studying such highfalutin crap.
am. i. even. organic?!
~*~
i'm in a huge quagmire (?) right now. we lack a total of P7, 555 for the payments for all our prom expenditures.
hooha.
and mikee's mom called over to smash it into my face that her daughter's been doing such a wonderful job, and i have no right to tell her that her committee overshot their budget... coz according to her... they didn't.
well guess what?
doy, they did!
rawr.
i hate stage mommas.
~*~
the results for the elections STILL have not been finalitoed. they still have to be "shown" to 'DOCTORA' Arcadio [must emphasize title. she hates it when people forget] for approval. APPROVAL?! the whole friggin high school body voted for those girls already! how much more approval do you friggin need?!
ookay... i'm turning into a raving lunatic maniaco.
[deep breaths. one. two. three.]
must acknowledge rights of formality [eyes twitch, face can't remain straight. grrr...]
~*~
we have around 4 quizzes for tomorrow. and because i AM an uber sloth, i shall sit right here, burn my butt cells, and review later.
I AM SOOOO gonna regret this.
~*~
hrrmmm...
prom pictures got in today.
may i just say that i look absolutely... faggotii?!
erg... the ugliness that is moi.
[sigh]
and it doesn't help that my escort seems to have a problem facing the camera.
mergwawah.
prom was a total fiasco... at least for moi.
MUST. NOT. GO. BACK. TO. THAT. MUST. MOVE. ON.
so.
moving on...
~*~
high points of the day:
got a perfect score in geom test. got an almost perfect [minus juan-itoe] score in english test. got to hug this really important person, whom i haven't had the chance to hug lately (Grant, my love). sneezed all over my self... for loik... a million times. ayt. 've run outta good things that happend to me.
shall we start with the bad bit?
haha.
~*~
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into tiny bits of nothing...
when the time comes.
THEY ARE NOT INFITE. THEY ARE NOT PERMANENT. sadly, THEY JUST LAST FOR A REALLLLLLYYYY REALLLLLLLYYYY LOONNNG PERIOD OF TIME.
~*~
"But it's so hard, watching you fade away,
And it's too hard, watching you fade away..."
-Marjorie Fair's Waves
~*~
yes, i have changed the color of the font for my bloggo. purple's just... insulting.
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
mwahahaha.
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.