Monday, February 25, 2008

postmortem blues

Where have all my aspirations gone?
Have they flown away just like the birds in the sky?
Have they been washed away by the pouring rain?
Have they ran away along with all the principles and beliefs I held on to when I was young and naive?


As I sit here and type away on my keyboard I can't help but realize how different I was a year ago...


A year ago I wouldn't have settled for anything just because I have no other choice. I would have made my own option.


A year ago I would have stopped in my tracks and dropped the remaining coins from my purse into the eager hands of the Lola at the side of the street instead of closing my eyes and wishing she wasn't there.


A year ago I would have fought for what I deem was right instead of shrinking in my seat, lips tightly sealed because of lack of confidence.


A year ago I could only dream of watching medical procedures on Grey's Anatomy instead of dreaming of being able to watch it first hand.


A year ago I had been talking to Erndy about our dreams of becoming linguists. Now I have been having conversations about the different sexually transmitted diseases you can get by not having safe sex or the meaning of fellatio and cunnilingus


A year ago I loved English with such a passion that I didn't care if my Physics grade was below average. Now I just don't care.


A year ago I devotedly joined prayer meetings and recollections. Now I sometimes have reluctance in going to Perpetual Masses.


A year ago I wouldn't have cared what others thought of me or if I have pleased anyone. I might have worries then if I get anyone pissed but that's it. No pleasing, no seeming.

Now I wonder if I can have all of those back because quite honestly, I miss that person with all those principles and dreams.
Where have that person gone? She died. And along with her death is the loss of my sense of identity.

I guess that's how I lost my mojo.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Rhetorics of a Cheater

Beads of sweat were threatening to fall from my forehead as my lucky (that was crap, entirely crap) pen, which was paused in midair at loss of anything to write at the blank sheet of paper staring in front of me, was held tightly by my dominating hand making my knuckles appear sickly white. This physical facade was nothing compared to the battle in progress inside my system. Butterflies of all kinds were dueling their way out while I tried my hardest not to burst into tears at the soon anticipated end of my academe years.


As I contemplated my next move, a glimpse of the paper nestled on the desk next to mine caught my attention and somehow the clean filled out sheet brought out buried insecurities within me.


Yes, before all the greed for instant answers there is that self pity that goes way beyond the person's inability to think and come up for the answers. You see, all the childhood fears and self doubts begin rushing out and somehow lowers a person's self esteem. All of this because of a person's impotence to answer the damn test questions.


When the panic starts forming in my gut, I decided to ask for the unknown answers from my (apparently) genius seat mate. During these times, whenever answers are given, there seems to be an unwritten deal between the giver and asker. You (as the asker) have to lend a hand if a help is needed by the other (the giver). It's an obligation you have to fulfill since the giver “helped” you out, you have to do the exact same thing. You OWE him that. But this is actually pretty okay since a deuce takes place and you would not have to feel guilty anymore. You do not have any debt to pay the "genius one". You're even. :)


The mere asking for the answer is actually a pretty hard task, not only because getting caught by the teacher is inevitable but also because you are also proving to others, as well as to yourself, that you, indeed, do not know the answer and pretty much do not know anything. This is again another question of lowering your self esteem. Talk about deflating a person's ego.
So, as you can see, cheating is not what it all cut out to be. All bad things have a background history so you better see all sides of the story before lashing that sharp tongue of yours.


I know, I know, just study so that you won't have this problem in the first place, right? Well, dearie, this brings out another set of insecurities you know. How would you admit to yourself that you are actually really as stupid as you think you are? So, the not studying thing? It's just a defense mechanism so that you will not have to admit the fact that you are really an idiot. Cheaters have a lot of issues, don't they?


So please spare people the emotional turmoil of self doubt and just lower your arm, make your handwriting larger and more eligible, tip your paper a little on the left. Yes, that's it. After all, you don't want to live forever with the guilt that you're the cause of your friend's breakdown, do you?

Sunday, February 17, 2008

nostalgia

It's still raining. I don't feel bitchy anymore though. On the contrary, I feel wistful and nostalgic (hence the title). Damn rain. **sigh**
This is a song from Toy Story 2 [Jessie's story of how her beloved owner has forsaken her]...

When She Loved Me
Sarah McLachlan

When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour spent together
Lives within my heart

And when she was sad
I was there to dry her tears
And when was happy
So was i
When she loved me

Through the summer and the fall
We had each other that was all
Just she and i together
Like it was meant to be

And when she was lonely
I was there to comfort her
And i knew that she loved me

So the years went by I stayed the same
But she began to drift away
I was left alone
Still i waited for the day
When she'd say "I will always love you"

Lonely and forgotten
Never thought she'd look my way
She smiled at me and held me just like she used to do
Like she loved me
When she loved me

When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour spent together
Lives wintin my heart
When she loved me.

---For my beloved Patricia---



Bitch From the East

Looking in your deep deep eyes
It felt like we were meant to be
But then this witch came by
Took your hand and went on her knee
You looked like you wanted to die

Home was our destination
We are the epitome of love in this nation
But the troll appeared and stole my kiss
Her stale breath was hard to miss
And her hideous hair, what's not to dis?

I wish you'd know what I want to show
Don't you see the bitch is she?
I know it's hard to swallow but she really is shallow
If you give her up, you'll surely be on top
So break her heart and let her hear your fart.

---- Yeah, yeah, I know it sucks but I was bored and it was [still is] cold and I was inspired by that song Ugly Girl. Lol. ^_^ I apologize if anyone got offended or if I struck a nerve. And I also apologize for the rather vulgar words. ----

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

tiDBits about moi...


  • i'm a girl. i just want that to be crystal clear.

  • i love love love traveling. or would love to since i have never really done the whole traveling thing where you go to a foreign place -and when i say foreign i do mean foreign, like a totally new place for adventure and culture- and do not know a single soul and is just breathing in its culture and tradition. i'm getting giddy just thinking about it. **giggles**

  • i love green. if you do not know that, you really don't know me. poor you.

  • i love ice cream. strawberry ice cream. yummy.

  • i'd rather have quiet holiday nights than loud and messy ones. except for new year. you've got to grab the attention of the Big Guy above on that day.

  • i believe in karma. it really does slap you in the face.

  • i have a self-confessed addiction to grey's anatomy. at least this addiction doesn't bring me to rehab. or dui. or get me pregnant. the list goes on.

  • i've never been in love.

  • i'm a people-pleaser which i truly truly hate. i just can't bear people getting mad or whatever but i guess that makes me weak which brings us to...

  • i am easily influenced. i would rather refer to it as being "flexible".

  • i wish i know what i want.

  • i have a lazy ass. too lazy.

  • i can be very critical. beware.

  • i'm figuring you have nothing else to do since you've been reading my crap which is seriously...pathetic.

giNgeR blues...

and so this is one of the reasons i totally loved As Told by Ginger although the animation really sucked.

http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/9475/lostgirlbtsi0.jpg



[if you want to see the image properly click the link above. ^_^]



And She Was Gone

She chose to walk alone,
though others wondered why;
Refused to look before her,
kept eyes cast upwards towards the sky

She didn’t have companions,
no need for earthly things
Only wanted freedom from what she felt
were puppet strings
She longed to be a bird
that she might fly away
She pitied every blade of grass,
for planted they would stay
She longed to be a flame
that brightly danced alone
Felt jealous of the steam
that made the air its only home
Some say she wished too hard
Some say she wished too long
But we awoke one autumn day to find
that she was gone

The trees, they say, stood witness
The sky refused to tell
But someone who had seen it said
the story played out well:
She spread her arms out wide
breathed in the break of dawn
She just let go of all she held,

And she was gone.

Princess in a Crooked Tiara

Once upon a time
A baby was born to be great
An heiress to the kingdom
To be a princess was her fate


Fairies came to the palace
So did Truth Tellers all around
Safe-keepers also joined the fuss
To give their say to the little majesty
The clandestine ones cringed at the aura
While the candid group held their mouths shut
To prevent the knives that want to cut

The winged pixies just fled away
Lest questions would be asked if they stayed


The kindly royal family
Took this catastrophe
As a fallacious non-tragedy


Soon the little one turned into a pretty little girl
Who wants flowers and ponies to twirl
But she got something better
A horse with one horn!
Squeals of joy were heard as she tried to mount her unicorn

But soon enough there were yelps of pain
When the steed threw her off the lane





She grew up to be a beautiful young lady
The gentlemen were all ready
To be her happily ever after
But she just met them with laughter
With love she’ll just falter


The stroke of midnight was forgotten
As she was in her dreams, the ball a history of long ago


The glass slippers were broken
When she tried it on with eager face
The smile on her face left no trace


She tried to make herself an apple pie
Unknowingly making herself a poisonous try


No witch was needed
To prick her fingers
In the golden spinning wheel


Stilettos were broken, gowns were torn
Everyone was left forlorn
Of this perky little thing
And her amazing talent of ruining things


Clumsy as she may be
She is still the queen-to-be
Her values never left her
Beauty is there to stay
The royal klutz never went astray

Princes came and went
Her knight in shining armor is a little bit late
She didn’t mind though
With all the rocketing she causes,
She’d rather stay low


Diadem placed a little too much to the right
And with her perfect messy hair, it’s quite a sight
With her face all flushed in red
There’s nothing more to be said…

…The Princess in the Crooked Tiara