(warning: geekiness. XD)



I want Mg!G bonding sessions. Srsly.

Let's go out sometime! Pleasepleaseplease? :( [Nood tayo ng The Dark Knight! =(]

Haha.

Blame the recent circumstances, ergo, perio week. Hahaha.

Labels: geekiness

Ugh.

I can't seem to find the code I need.

T_T

Can someone -- anyone -- teach me how to do those "More..." links you see in Wordpress for Blogger? (Haha. Doesn't sound right XD)

Please?

Yes I know I'm supposed to be studying. XD

...right in front of me.

I don't know. I feel random today, I'm sorry -- it must be the effect of taking a Physics perio that's EPIC FAIL.

And that didn't help me a bit -- during that meeting after for AKSIS, my mind was totally blank. I couldn't think of anything except how that perio screwed me up (forgive me, Sir Martin).

It's all her fault. Does she honestly think that making us read up on it ONLY would suffice?


why did he have to enter my life, dammit?

Don't mind me.

Yeah. Just... don't.

I haven't written here in... days. O_O Forgive me -- school work's on the way, and yeah. Writer's block.

I hate writer's block.

It wasn't really a serious kind -- I just couldn't think of anything less personal to write about, and, yeah. Been focusing on a songfic I've been writing for, oh, two months. (Yeah, I know, killer songfic -- I usually write them in just a few hours.)

But, anyway. I was browsing through my notebooks dating back from second year, and saw this idea I had for a story. Basically, it was inspired by my experiences in Pisay (both from first year and second), and that damned journal we had to keep last year.

It's about this barkada of eight, who keep a sort of group journal. Every month, one of them has to write an entry, whether it be about their grades, their love life, their classmates, or their families. And at the end of the year, they decide to do something with it.

I guess I could still continue with the idea, except that I really don't know how to end it. I don't really know what they're supposed to do in the end. Maybe make it like a time capsule of sorts? I really don't know. D:

Rawr.

Ah, well. Let's save that for sembreak. Or that long weekend coming up next month. :D

Bleh. Don't mind what I said in my second to the latest post.

I feel waaaay better now. :)

Although Sir Nat's walk-out earlier scared me. T_T Raaawr. Pero... yeah. Bonding moment rin. Basta. Hahahaha. XD

...this week has gone by too fast. D:

Sorry for the emoness and mushyness of my previous post. Just had to vent it all out, I guess. You see, for these past few days, I've been feeling like everything's piling up. Then, bam.

I told you I was bound to explode sometime soon.

Anyway, yeah, I've got to concentrate on my studies, especially that it's already HELL week. Grah. We have a lot of homework this weekend, and it doesn't help that most of them are due tomorrow (yes, you read that right). Oh, and did I mention we have 6 long tests this week? Utter win, I'm telling you.

Not.

Hay. Hell week.

I can't wait for sembreak.

It's Comsci again. Yay.

D:

Anyway, yeah. I feel so freaking stressed out. I haven't had lunch YET, since I came from not one, but two club meetings. Talk about time management.

I would've gladly skipped the first meeting if I weren't an officer for that club. D:

What else? Nothing, really. Haven't done anything that's worth sharing in ages. Yeah, that's what Pisay does to you -- it sucks out the life out of you, and makes you feel like you're part of an undead horde.

Bleh. That was... random. Although let's face it, it makes sense, right? Haven't had a life anymore. D:

It sucks to be me, it sucks to be me...

Yeah. I'm in the library now... my internet connection at home's not in tip-top shape, you see.

And, yeah. I'm bored and I need to look for stuff for STR. D:

Later.

SS na.

Oh, man. D:

I officially despise CHEM now.

Grr. I hate those effin' solubility rules and crap.

On the other hand, hooray for a new layout, inspired by The Beatles' "Strawberry Fields Forever". Yeah, I know it's pink and black, but... come on. They look good together, don't you think?

Ah, well. Back to work.

I woke up this morning feeling rather angry at someone.

When I heard him this morning as I went to school, I was all, "You b**ta*d."

And yet, he manages to make me happy, when I least expected it, when I least wanted him to make my day.

I didn't want to talk to him, but I ended up doing so. Just because I went the wrong way, walked the wrong path.

Oh, crap.

Crap, Marz. You're emo again.

Someone please please please shoot me now.

Bang, bang, bang.

It's Comsci right now. Not that it's obvious, but, well. XD And we're learning frames.

I hate frames.

Bang, bang, bang.

Owel. D:

Siguro ang tanda ko na.

Araw-araw ako binabati ng Happy Birthday nina Mai at Proc e.

*nagbibilang*

16 + 9 = 25

Huwaw. =))

I seriously need to learn how to play the guitar again.

And I need poetry skillz.

Dammit. I need to write a song. T_T

I need a new slash shipping (preferably not g/g). Now.

Let's face it. I'm sure once in a while, each one of us has thought about being a member of the opposite sex. And why not? Everyone dreams of being someone they aren't.

Now, I'm a girl. And not just any girl. I'm a girl who spent a huge chunk of her life in an exclusive school. So basically, I probably had less exposure to guys than the average person.

Which, of course, leads to curiosity about the opposite sex.

Of course, I no longer study in that aforementioned school -- I've transferred. For the past three years, I have gleaned some observations about guys, and maybe I've gotten a little less curious now, since I've seen the advantages of being one.

Now, here is my top three list of why I think being a guy is way better than being a girl.

1. Guys don't have. I'm sure a lot of us girls would understand what that meant. And probably a vast majority of them would agree. I mean, having it once -- well, it's not a pleasant experience. Having it every month is a nightmare. Not only that -- it's a hindrance. It prevents us from wearing white pants/skirts. It makes us feel paranoid. And it prevents us from doing some things we want to do, like swimming, for instance.
2. Guys don't get pregnant. Not that being pregnant is a bad thing -- it's actually quite the contrary. But who would want to suffer pain, and have nausea for nine consecutive months? Certainly not I, especially when the pain just gets worse as time passes.
3. Guys can make ligaw. I just hate it when I'm not able to do something about what I feel. It makes me want to burst, and I hate it when that happens. I'm not the type of person who likes bottling it all inside.  I like being straightfoward about what I feel. And unfortunately, being a girl -- well, it's sort of a taboo if you chase the guy you want. It's unfair, really.

 So, yeah, these are my top three reasons. It's not that I hate being a girl -- far from it! -- it's just that I'm aware that there are certain advantages guys have over us. However, them possessing these advantages still doesn't mean I'll have a sex-change operation anytime soon.

My right arm is darker than my left.

What the hell's wrong with me?

D:

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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