It seems a tad bit quieter here tho, so i think i might resurrect this place.  Wouldn't hurt that bad i guess?

did you know that there is no time?

anyway.

updates:

1.  I'm going to another country.  It's only got a 2 hour time diff, sno posting shouldn't be that hard.

2.  I'm going to UP.  BS Computer Science.  Shit.  I hear it's like BS Math. :/

3.  Sabaw like no other.  My pending shit just keeps growing.

4.  I've got to find a real thing to do.

5.  I like this template :D 

the many topics i thought of today seem to evade me just about now.  No escape from escaping memories?  paradoxical?  No not really.  Redundant. yeah.

Today is a day for the dead.  Ironic.  They're dead.  They have sunsets.  but let's pretend.  invert that.  They get sunrises. happiness. new life... 

pretty much unlike what we've got.

May the spirits of those you love rest in peace.

If you knew, then i hope you don't care.  Whatever happens might hit harder.

If you cared, then i hope you try to do something about it.  That way if you don't suffer, everyone else does, and they'll hate you.

If you thought of another witty comeback, then try.  I have nothing to lose, you have the world.

If you try to hit me with something harder (because your massive effeminate arms reach so far away) then I'll lose somethings, and that'll signal bringing in the personal matters.

How would that be relevant?  simple:  you haven't got anything else that will hit me unless it's personal.  I've tried all your others.  If i missed one and you decide to use it on me, fine.  

To know your cheap, plastic, eternally-damned-with-age tactics is my goal.  If it hurts, I'll tell you. 

but beyond anything else, you're nothing but your cheap antics, plastic friendships, and third-world drama.

to kill you was never the plan.  i'd rather that you killed yourself. 

I realize: It was me who did all of that, and i'm just disowning him so that i wouldn't have to take the blame.  Too bad, he was me, and he was better.  At least he did what he thought was right, he fought for them, the things he believed in, even if they were wrong.

... and i learn that, even if say i was given a second chance to do everything all over with the knowledge about all that, i think i would have done what i did anyway.  Just so that i'd know what i did, and i'd learn from it all over again, because i don't think it'd sink in deep enough anyway the first time around.

There's no fulfillment like seeing the people you want to make happy, smile and appreciate the work you've put into just for them.  This is for both sides of course!  The teachers with their DAILY preparations in order to form us into better people, and us, who spend one day, thanking them.

May we never forget the point of the Aday, that we may always remember to appreciate our teachers, aday or not.  We owe them that much.

POSTSCRIPT:

It may have been hard, it may have driven us mad, but it was all worth it, i wish i could do it again, even if this is my last ADAY as a student of Xavier. 

i don't really remember what happened since i last posted an entry. I vaguely remember something about stress and not having any time at all. Well, to be perfectly honest, nothing much has changed, even if the work load seems to have gone away for most people, it hasn't for me, especially since I've got comm work. :/

Don't get me wrong, it's fun and all, but the stress is ridiculous. To add to that, I've even got Stallion to worry about. That stupid litFolio doesn't seem to wanna show up at all this school year! O_O

Let's see, what else have i got going on... oh! i got my report card last week! My grades aren't something comparable to Paolo or whomever in class, but then I'm generally pleased with them, even if i WANT higher. But doesn't everyone? LOL

Here are my grades:

CLE 90; English 91; Filipino 89; Mathematics 83; Chinese 86; Science 81; Social Science 87

Mababa sila, alam ko. Ngunit hindi na nagdadalamhati ang puso ko. Naipasa ko naman kahit paano ang asignaturang Science at Math.

Hindi ko naman siguro sala kung sabihin kong putang ina ng Pisika. Sa ibang araw niyo na alamin kung bakit.

After that event, the next most important thing would have to be the 14^th Division Secondary School Press Conference (SSPC) held at the Rizal High School Campus. Albeit we got uber owned, it didn't really feel so bad. We were having fun above everything else. We were doing one of the things we liked -- writing-- and if we're any good, we'll win something. Although, i really found that the best part of the event was the time when we were just kidding around. May mga sikretong nabunyag, mga kalokohang naisip mula sa kaibuturan ng kung ano at, higit sa lahat, tawa lang nang tawa.

It's my last year in Xavier, it's my last chance to go to the SSPC, but then i'll always remember this one and only chance i got because it was one of the more interesting and worth-remembering-moments of my life. :/

how emo. what an ending. whatever.

a melanism for kicks:

"Don't judge my brother, he's not a book." or "I don't eat meat, i'm not a carnival."

basta

nais kong matulog ng sandali, nakakapatay ang ganito. 

I need to sleep.  Seriously.  I didn't really get any.  Work work work... and helluvalot of more work.  we've even got take homes! OMG. :/

Coms are fun, sort of. :/

People say that it's better than nothing, but seriously,... well yeah it is.   Don't get me wrong, i like being in the coms, it's just a matter of ... how would you say... gah! wtf?! i don't like the uber work load,

eight hours mahigit!

I'm reviewing my report card to find that i'm an idiot.  *smilies here.* o.0

i think about the things that are supposed to matter, but never take time to take action.  Taking time takes time in my ... something.  a cheap excuse for a life?

Why am i random just before i get chopped up and shipped in giant plastic boxes?