I just hate it when the spotlight's on. Everything just falls apart, you know. It's like a game of tug-o-war, except that I'm not the one who's pulling. I'm the one being pulled.

And in this case, it's "school" stuff that's pulling me apart, causing me to fray, just like a rope that's pulled once too many times.

All this BS, unfortunately, is caused by one person. So yeah. Screw him/her, whoever he/she is.

Goddammit.

:]

I'm lost in translation.

Seriously.

I'm really, really having a hard time writing in Filipino.

And to think that I actually like my topic, for once. HAHAHA.

Ah, well. I can do this. :>

Okay. I did not pass the Team Bio screenings. :(

Ah, well. There's Webbies. Yeah, I joined. I think I'll be able to manage. :P


You know what? F this.

I think I'm biting off more than I can chew now.

11.47 pm

Okay. The title isn't related to the musical Jonathan Larson (of RENT fame) wrote.

Tick. Tock.

11 minutes. That's all that's left of my 15-year old life as of this moment. Somehow, I feel that it went too fast, and yet too slow at the same time.

Tick. Tock.

11.50 pm

See what I mean?

One year ago, I was a sophomore student, swamped with a LOOOOT of requirements. The same's true now, except that I'm no longer a sophomore, but a junior.

Tick. Tock.

Earlier today, Alvin had been nagging me to atone for my sins.

I hope I can do it.

Tick. Tock.

Before the clock goes...

BOOM.

Time. To some people, it is merely something that goes by, unseen by human eyes, intangible to our senses, something ephemeral, a matter of little consequence. To others, it is something that can be measured by hours, minutes, seconds, years. Some think it can be saved, just like money in a bank, others philosophize on it.

But if you think about it, what really is time?

To me, time is immeasurable. It is not quantifiable, nor can any definition cover what it really means. You can never measure something that is intangible. When we say we measure time, it is not time that we actually quantify, it is just the duration of it. As the song goes, “How do you measure, measure a year?”

Although time is immeasurable, you can feel it passing by. Time flies. Time flies when you’re doing something – it just passes by you without you actually realizing it. Time flies when you sleep. It’s like the wind; you cannot see it, but you can feel it.

Time dies, but not in the literal sense, just like the wind. It eventually weakens, but it is still there. It dies when we have nothing to do, dies when we waste opportunities. It dies when you feel that the world is conspiring against you, and you’re about to burst. It dies when you feel lonely, and you don’t know what to do.

But the fact remains that whatever we do about it, time will always be there. It is a constant force in nature, a force that was there right from the beginning, and will be here until everything just falls apart. Or not.

No, seriously. I got dizzy in Bio, and the day was pretty much uneventful. In fact, it was only the Pisay Raw 3D play that cheered me up. D:

Bleh. I guess having loads of breaks isn't that fun at all. The day went by in a daze, frankly -- I felt so sleepy during the entire day, and I actually fell asleep in CHEM. Oh, jeez. I guess I should be sleeping late then; I tend to feel sleepy when I sleep for long periods of time.

And... wala lang. We had loads of free time today-- only Ma'am Docto dismissed us on time, while the rest dismissed us freaking early. Haha.

And, yeah. My submission for the FailBlog's already published. YAY. Go me. :>

I'll do bio now, shall I?

First, I'd like to say that Firefox 3 PWNS JOO ALL. Yeah, it does. I just hope that my favorite themes get updated, else I'm stuck with Aero Fox -- which isn't really a horrible theme, but it just isn't something I really like.

And then, yeah. Aksis! Haha. I can't believe I'm an officer. IKR? :))

I'm starting to feel the effects of STRess now. Rawr.

I so freaking miss Dahlia2010 already. We had a mini-reunion during lunch, and... GAH! I miss our chaos, and Ma'am Sabanal's hirits. Oi. Dahlia. Friday next week, aryt? Sagot ko food.

Birthday ni Marv bukas! Haha.

And I wonder where the fail I submitted to FailBlog went.

And... yeah. I think I bite off more than I can chew. Hear. Me. Roar.

Hindi pala biro ang pagsusulat ng dula para sa asignaturang English 3.

Mas lalong mahirap kung ang dula nyo ay Ramayana, at bawal ang adaptasyon nito.

Magulo, nakakalito, nakababaliw. Kwinekwestiyon ko nga ngayon ang aking katinuan, e.

Idagdag mo pa ang katamaran ni Vance. Hay nako, Vance. Magkwentuhan nga tayo. Hindi ko maintindihan ang kanyang mga theorems na kailangan iprove.

Hay nako. Logic fail, wika nga nila.

Sige. Tinatawag na ako ni Vance. Kwentuhan raw muna kami. :)

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...this blog looks so blurry in the ComSci lab computers. D: Well, the images, at least. Not my fault, though -- the school computers are sucky.

Ah, well.


I still think Adobe Photoshop pwns GIMP -- especially the CS3 version. I've tried both before, and I found GIMP too complicated. Gah. Hope my CS grade won't suffer because of that.

Oh, and my header's made in Photoshop. Gah. Should I go get GIMP again? I have the runtime anyway. But then... I find it too hard to work with. >_<

Oh, well. D:

Yeah, I know you're asking --you have ANOTHER blog/online journal? Well, to clarify matters, this isn't an online journal. Not really. It's actually a school requirement -- hooray for WebDev!

Yes, this will be my poor, poor guinea pig. Yes, it will ALWAYS be under construction as long as I'm a junior. Yes, your browser will crash most likely due to incorrect code. Yes, I know it's girly and it sucks. Yes, I'm single. Yes, I'm aware that this is not really XHTML-valid. Yeah.

No, you cannot find anything about me here. No, I will not give YOU my email address, or any contact info about me -- I'm paranoid that way. No, I will not be your girlfriend unless, by some strange occurrence, I actually like you back. No, I don't have a prom date YET. No, I do not advocate the use of Internet Explorer. Sheesh.

And yes, I'm a geektard. (Such a turn-off, I know.) And that this has to be viewed in monitors with a resolution of 1024x768 pixels. Ktnxbai.

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Meet the girl on the wall. 16. Pisay. Junior. Food Sci. Magnesium. Dahlia. Garnet. Cranky, quirky, whiny, self-centered. A bit nutty and out of control. Ever-so-slight introvert. Hyper oddball. Frustrated writer. Self-confessed history and web design geek. Math EPIC!failure. Loves too much. Period. Blue and white!fanatic. Audiophile. Has a soft spot for insanely cute things, especially Baby Eeyore (^_^) and WALL-E. Oh, and she likes stuffed toys. And books.

• June 2008
• July 2008
• August 2008
• September 2008
• October 2008
• November 2008
• December 2008
• January 2009
• March 2009

• Mg2010 = <3
• Whoaaaa.
• maybe going stag would be awesome after all.
• Stuckstuckstuck
• lost it.
• +
• puff of air
• November, November.
• hey.
• clearly unfocused.

Ada.
Cam.
Cess.
Dan.
David.
Dion.
Elvis.
Faj.
Fidel.
Gigi.
Isabel.
Jaime.
Jaymari.
Jesus.
Jil.
Joaq.
Joco.
Joe.
Kiefer.
Kim.
Kit.
Lea.
Ma'am Paz.
Magnesium2010.
Marwin.
Min-min.
Nick.
QC.
Ren.
Richelle.
Sir Joey.
Sir Martin.
Tobi.
Yeyel.




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