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the punk rocker

I try to do all the things the right way. All the way that I think would benefit everyone. Lahat lahat na halos. Pero ang pinagtataka ko ay kung bakit ba ako parati ang nasasaktan. Tang ina naman. Lahat halos ng bagay na ikinabubuti ng lahat e ako pa ang nasasaktan. Sana nalang ako na ang ginawang tagasalo ng karma ng kasamaan. Nakakapikon lang siya talaga. It really pissess me off. Pure bullshit.

My mother is the reason. Yes. Now I am really pissed off kng papaano niya ako treated today. It was pure bullshit. Fucking pieces of shitty asshats ang ipinabukangbibig nanaman ng nanay ko. Putang ina. Lahat na halos ng bagay na napakalayo sa aming pinagtatalunan ay ibinaril sa ulo ko. It's bullets of pure nonsense.

Sure, take the point that I lied to her (which I don't remember doing btw) but that dosn't have anything connected with me being a prideful person. Nakakasakit na siya talaga ng ego. Gusto ko na talaga siyang murahin but because I can't because she's superior for somme Godforsaken reason. Blessed be her name >_> TANG INAAA! Shet. ! Sana inabort na lang ako.


Yes. I wish. so. Why? Kasi I was formed through pemarital sex. DAMNIT. SAAN HINDI NINYO NA LANG AKO INILUWAL MGA GAGO AT GAGA KUNG GANOON NAMAN AKO KAIPABIGAT SA INYOO! SHET TANG INA!

She thinks that I'm a goddamn lair. Liar. Born as a liar and will grow up as a theif. SHET SHET SHET.



I guess it's really confirmed. Medyo crush ko nga si Punay. Oh. Joy joy joy. I guess that's why I dreamt of him as the Phantom of the Opera. Ah. Dammit. -__- Hindi ko talaga alam kung bakit ako nag-curse even though a thought of him makes me smile at the very least :3 X3 D'AWWW I CAN'T STOP THINKING! :))


Though I have deviced a plan that will make me take piccies of him. Yes. I shall keep that plan as a secret for now I think :3...



...But I sure am bedazzled~

Well, if you were in a normal school, normal lang na bukas na ang huli ninyong araw ng exams. Pwes kami hindi. Pagdududsahan pa namin ang saturday para lang sa exam na iyan. It really pisses me off on how schools give us students extra credit assignemnts and add it off as an REQUIREMENT. HELLOOOOO! Kaya nga extra credit e.


... ANd it's a saturday. SATURDAY. Pati nga Diyos kinakailangan ng pahinga e, kami pa?








Well, as of now, naki-hang out muli ako with CamziE and AivY~ Ah two best friends that I could never live without. Chantal? Meh. Sarap sapakin nun hanggang dumugo ang bawat piraso ng buto na ginagamit para lamang makatayo pa siya. It may sound mean, but it's the truth. I can't hide the truth. I can't. It's what reflects me. Hiding it would just make me feel more miserable and would just... bah.

Typing my pains would just make me lessen my heart's density. Yes. Parang atoms no? nahahahla lalalala.... O_o stupid science, keeping mg mind bizzare na pati blogging ko ay nahahaluan na. SHET. SHETTY SHET E:))

As for Louie, well, Hindi ako sigurado but I'm really enjoying kung paano siya nagpapapansin ha. Imagine, MUNGGO :))

Anyways Looking forward for tommorrow ^^ SEVEN ELEVEN MGA KAPATID!



I realised today why I'm here.I've never put much thought into what I want to do with my life. Which is pretty shameful. I've always said I want to make people happy even at my own expense, and since I seem to do well with the humour thing I went ahead and put a lot of effort into doing that.But I've never really known what I'm here for. What I want out of life more than anything in the world. But after discussion with certain people, and watching a few videos online, and just general reflection on my life... I know

I want to be a mother.

More than anything, I want that. To raise a child. To see them grow. To teach them, to praise them, to scold them. To love them. I want to worry about them when they're not around, and tell them how much they mean to me when we get the occasional sappy moment together, and discover how similar/different we are. I want a child. I want children. I want to be their mother.

I wanna be someone's mom so badly.As soon as I realised that, I immediately felt so relaxed, even in the poorly air-conditioned stockroom where I was carrying about fifteen different sleeping bags under my arms and with a tent tucked under my chin. I knew it was right. I've always been very keen to have children, but I never once thought of how hugely important it was to me.

The idea of being a mother.I now understand why it always hurt so much when people would say to me "You'd make a great mom!" Because the truth is, I think I would. As self-centred as it might be, I would make a bloody good mom, because I would put everything into making sure I gave my children respect and love and support and everything they need just to get a smile on their face at the end of a long day. Even at my expense. Especially at my expense.

Now that I know what I want to do with my life, more than anything else, I know that if I stayed in that situation it would have killed me inside.I want to be a mother. I need to be a mother. I can only pray it will happen someday.I'd like to think I'd make a good mother.



Well, School hasn't change much. Sure is fun! . . . . NOT. I've been really busy. Plus to that my classmates arent' much of a helping hand.

You see, I got to be the oh-so-lucky person who shall teach the whole section to dance. Of course, they chose Michael Jackson's Dangerous. And yet they're the one who's forcing me to do the choreographs. God. Can't they friggin dance? I'm a new student and they're the one who's putting all the weight down my shoulders. Can't they depend on someone who's an old student who's much more EXPERIENCED AND KNOWN?! God.

I couldn't say no. They looked so pityful. And my teacher did say she'd give me extra credit grade. So, guess, I have no excuse to say no... After all, Dancing is one of my lives, and of course, I can do Michael Jackson. I may not be able to do it the EXACT way he does his moves and grooves but, I guess, you can say mine's pretty acceptable as an immitation =))

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