sa jollibee...lasapin ang sarap!

omg. my mom just told me on the way to kumon and home that she was talking to mama rogs. how come she told my mom that i needed to redo my talumpati? when my mom said i needed to rewrite it, i thought, "ohhh. so that's what i had to do with that blasted thing. wonder why she never told me."

she also din't say whether i should take it back and shove it up her as....face.

lamentations.

i feel so bad that i have to take my rants somewhere else other than my site. it's probably 'cause i decided a month ago, right then and there, while talking to my sister, that i should comment in sir rolly's blog as a student and not some wanderer of the fabled internet.

hey, a thought just struck me. (ow.) i admire jam's way of blogging, and i seriously don't want to give up the light-sidedness of my site (how sort of ironic), so let's make a deal. i'll put the dark side of my colorful brain right smack in the middle here, while all of you go laugh at sharpthought@midheaven and the FaculTV for kicks.

have brain, will travel

kuya edmon was feeling light-hearted today. maybe it's those charmees he's been wearing. you know, bea and sarah only trust charmee.

OMGGGGGGG KAMIGAWA PREVIEWS OMGGGGGGG! :P

magic, online

ah. i've been addicted to magic online. it's fun to exploit the noobs into getting some decent cards for a decent deck. so i've racked up all the decent eighth ed starter set cards to create a red-white controllish-aggro deck. it's so fun to exploit them, especially when they're timmies. all noobs are timmies, at some point in their life. i started as a burn lover. :P

imagine trading your vizzerdrix for 2 vengeances. (you always say, "2 uncommons for 1 rare, is it ok?")

angel

here is the beautiful lullaby of sarah mclachlan (which is also covered by westlife).

spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
i need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
i'll find some peace tonight

in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe
in this sweet madness, oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there

school tomorrow.

oh no. the saddening thought of it makes me quiver in fear and regret. there's this talumpati in filipino (yes, the bitch teacher), and for some reason i get a brief panic attack whenever i think about it. it's like, my mind wanders to the talumpati, have i memorized it yet? did i even bring it home? i wonder when she'll start making us recite? will i even bring a decent performance and not mutter up in front?

there is deep fear whenever i reflect upon it. *shiver*

i'll see you all tomorrow in campus.

wait, did anyone actually find my blog yet?

retreat!

hi. this an auxiliary blog. for auxiliary thoughts. why?

because sir rolly has linked my main site, and then if a teacher mob has started to blog, they'll dominate the local net scene. and then they might be reading my blog.

here i shall rant about the teachers i hate the most, among other things.

fagum, as usual, is always severely degraded here.

face it gay boy. we all hate you. you suck.

good day! :P