/ 7:13:00 PM

Shmopey: The Long Lost 8th Dwarf



By Friday, I had my weekend TDL (To Do List) all taken cared of. I had stuff to to buy, non-work tasks to finish, mini projects to get a headstart on, fic ideas to play around with and about three parties to go to. Yay, I was excited.



But come Saturday, all my fat ass wanted to do was to stay in, sleep and shmope. So whaddaya think happened?



Well, Fat Ass won out of course. Much to my chagrin. And unfortunately, for the rest of my friggin' anatomy as well. Coz now, I feel that my entire weekend has gone by without my knowledge.



Oh yeah, I was able to drag my ass out of the house early eve of yesterday.. but 1 out of 3 gimik plans?! teesk. teesk. Unacceptable.



*sighs*



This oscillating from fired-up periods of productive behavior to shameless bouts of sporadic shmopeyness.



I still can't figure me it out.



22 years.



Jeez.



You'd think I'd be used to myself by now.

~^~^~^~^~

Mourning News



I was 75% asleep when snatches of the AM radio convo drifted onto my consciousness.

"Miko Sotto... Ali Sotto...Ospital... Patay..."

I went, "Whaaa? That for real?"

Long forgotten was the "I-wanna-go-back-to-bed-Gusto-ko-mag-absent" look.

And then, "Manong, pakilakas naman po yung radyo."

A few minutes later, the cab reached 6750.

I stepped out of the damned vehicle with the news still ringing in my ears.

I prolly had a bewildered look on my face as I zombied my way to the elevator.

I finally got to my workstation and then greeted an oficemate with an, "OMG, patay na raw si Miko Sotto?!"



Yeah, he was just a schoolmate. And it's not like I personally knew the guy to be that affected.

But then I thought of his mom, his bro, his gf, his cousins, his friends.



Their grief.



Damn.

PROFILE: I am blah from class here and is born on 00/00/00, time. and so love me like this. I was so cute, I am totally an element that you'd never ever known, you can;t find it in the periodic table cause no one has even found it- I explode in your face just like potassium when it touches water, it's really explosive, you should really run away first before I do spark into flames and burn you alive! I love blasting my music as well, when love sync (elissa) let me hear Cry-Rihanna, i have been like addicted to it like drugs- oh wait. it's worse than drugs, it's better, more addictive than drugs. listen to that song! and this is one of my last blogskin that i will produce until the EOYs of 2008, cause i flunked Biology, ARGHS! OMG I SURE DIE LIKE !@#$% and i am emo now like under ltos of peer pressure and bad seniors.



having been in hwa chong institution (just like make it long so you can preview a long post or wad that fits right down underneath which i think i shall crap all day today) my eyes have been wanting to close since 20:00 (8PM)), I was so tired, cause the syllabus in hwachong is really so hard that no one can sleep really well. The new CSE classes (aka. Centre for Scholaristic Excellence) and is also known for it's famous nickname Cannot Sleep Everyday or Early. Is like even the teachers know, so the homework is reduced, but it's like OMG! will die, this year already so hard, next year i say "die!" mati already lar. arghs!NEXT, A RIOT OF COLORS, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME. AND I KNOW THAT I BRUISE EASILY. LEAP OF FATE LIKE i never know and i'm learning to fly and a safety net to cushion the blow. and i feel so suicidal and note "I BRUISE EASILY" and be gentle when you handle me.




hello once again, i have been having nightmares,no one is doing work for my project , whcih is true. supposed to do "family planning" is like whatever lar, when will we be able to use it not like very soon we are gonna have kids, settle down, earn money have NSman relief or whatsoever or even Children Relief, is like wtf. I am eating CIGAR ROLLS, they are vilina flavoured and jsut finished my bowl of ice cream which tasted so mixed, haha btu it was ncie to me (: I like mix of flavours liek suddenly a RIOT of colors and A EXPLOSION of taste! I mean like it's really impactful come to think about it, and cause my project has to be handed in by friday so i shall rush typign finish this retarded paragraph. like hello! ello! buhello! darkdegree will go on HIATUS soon. and i am so emo, i feel like slashing my wrist now, it's true adn don't look down on me for that i know people discriminate.

see you there at hiatus land.

/ 7:13:00 PM

Shmopey: The Long Lost 8th Dwarf



By Friday, I had my weekend TDL (To Do List) all taken cared of. I had stuff to to buy, non-work tasks to finish, mini projects to get a headstart on, fic ideas to play around with and about three parties to go to. Yay, I was excited.



But come Saturday, all my fat ass wanted to do was to stay in, sleep and shmope. So whaddaya think happened?



Well, Fat Ass won out of course. Much to my chagrin. And unfortunately, for the rest of my friggin' anatomy as well. Coz now, I feel that my entire weekend has gone by without my knowledge.



Oh yeah, I was able to drag my ass out of the house early eve of yesterday.. but 1 out of 3 gimik plans?! teesk. teesk. Unacceptable.



*sighs*



This oscillating from fired-up periods of productive behavior to shameless bouts of sporadic shmopeyness.



I still can't figure me it out.



22 years.



Jeez.



You'd think I'd be used to myself by now.

~^~^~^~^~

Mourning News



I was 75% asleep when snatches of the AM radio convo drifted onto my consciousness.

"Miko Sotto... Ali Sotto...Ospital... Patay..."

I went, "Whaaa? That for real?"

Long forgotten was the "I-wanna-go-back-to-bed-Gusto-ko-mag-absent" look.

And then, "Manong, pakilakas naman po yung radyo."

A few minutes later, the cab reached 6750.

I stepped out of the damned vehicle with the news still ringing in my ears.

I prolly had a bewildered look on my face as I zombied my way to the elevator.

I finally got to my workstation and then greeted an oficemate with an, "OMG, patay na raw si Miko Sotto?!"



Yeah, he was just a schoolmate. And it's not like I personally knew the guy to be that affected.

But then I thought of his mom, his bro, his gf, his cousins, his friends.



Their grief.



Damn.