bitches & switches

so what if he's got all brods in the frat? it doesn't easily just cut off on the lose everytime he brings out all the past, compare and control the person rather the girl that he truly loves. one thing i've learned in this escapade of Poena, is how to survive a misleading poem of guys. its all in a system of Rolando's sulcus over the Sylvian fissure. Like a whirlwind inside of my head, just a face hiding beneath your skin quoted from LinkinPark, it's so hard to distinguish real love from how men love women in reality. I came out from the massage parlor, relaxed by a Balinese therapist and voila, here i am back in a dome of darkened spirits. Good thing, its effect on me still here plus a few friends who would really listen and witness my feat. till then, Ananaki of TgP. yOU don't deserve XYLOCKE---me.

NABUHAY NA RAW AKO..

..heyah.. may nagbabasa pa rin kaya ng mga posts ko?.hmmm.. miz yah guyz and gurls!!..I've so many adventures to tell. ..new surprising stories and experiences that u might want to know. I had one super sad ones that really left me weeping every night but still, my stories would never be complete if it weren't for some old and new FRIENDS that come along my away and save me. I'll be ready to post 'em before school year restarts. i miss all folks here! I miss d cool bloggers outthere!!




HI JON, CLA, DAH, YAP, BEA, ROCH, IBZ AND CoLLoIDs!!!!

F R E E D O M

.. i've got my own new world again. alone and sobbing..



that's freedom.

Clarissa...

'Coz this angel has flown away from me Leavin' me a drunken misery How I wished I could clipped her wings and make her mine For all eternity....


I never thought I could've possibly been losing someone very special to me. Never thought of the things I should've said before she dried my heart and drifted away just like the wind. I love her so dearly and I couldn't think of any other way on how to get her back. I miss her. I missed the stories--all those "boyz" stories, crushes, chisms, gigs,basketball,'til down to our secrets. She's one of my confidantes. All problems and odds in love, she listens. You can barely say she's an ordinary friend. Don't dare. Because she has lived with me as a friend through out the tests of time...


Maybe, now, she's happy while I'm trying really hard to bring her back. What I only ask is to bring our friendship back. If I can see her at some place again, I'd do whatever she wants me to..I want her to know that I care for her like a true friend should...Only she didn't feel it. I wanted to say that this is just another test to make our friendship stronger. Please, God... let her forgive me...


And yes, I may probably lookin' like a funny nose here.But I don't care. If that's what it takes to make her forgive me, I'll take it even to the most painful part...


I'M SORRY, CLA..

Did I promised??

Well, hear me. I was there when I barely needed to write. I'm at the school library right now, tryin to make a post short enough to discuss all the events that procurred prior to my "plain" sembreak...




I never had a bit chance to travel long miles unlike other colleagues who have a crop of dimes and gold to bring them to Disney, Hawaii or Paris. I just had my kilometer trips roaming around the city in Pampanga and Manila. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the company of new friends and my cousins during my unquoted singularity.




BOys never run out. They're still there whenever you need them.I've had Darell aka SnoOpz--the gmicK...JOseph--the guitarman and a liar...Justin--the lefty nurse.. Others were just guyZ who remembers like storm under a hot sunshine.. NO USE.




Christmas is FAST approaching!!! At least, I'm counting the days and putting every single cent for my gift list..!! Taadaah! I've grown up, uehhrrrr.. I guess.




Keyte's 18. Soon, me and my girlZ toO. Got plaNs alrEady. BUt it's aLL goNna be a SECRET...




WAIT FOR FURTHER ANNOUNCEMENTS. HaHaHaHa!!!

Ang Isla Sa Uste...

Una sa lahat, nais ko sanang batiin ang aking kaibigang si Kathleen Anne Danganan para sa kanyang natatanging kasulatan ukol sa pagsasalarawan ng buhay niya sa kolehiyo.Halos parehas kami ng nadarama.

Ngayong araw na ito, mag-aalas singko ng hapon ay tila bang wala akong maalala sa mga nangyari sa aking paaralan.Mainit at kahit pa sumakay ako ng FX para makauwi, ang pawis sa aking katawan ay patuloy na dumadaloy sa aking balat. Hindi lang ang sikat ng araw ang may gawa nito kundi pati na rin ang puting unipormeng daig pa ng mga sa madre ang haba. Wala naman akong magawa upang mapigilan ang init. Kung sa bagay, kagat lang ng langgam yan kung ikukumpara sa lamig sa loob ng Chem.Lab namin. Oo, malamig. Nakaka-drain ng utak ang tatlong oras na pamamalagi sa loob ng kwartong iyon. Nakinig ka na nga't lahat-lahat, wala ka pa ring naintindihan sa pinag-aaralan. Minsan, inakala ko na madali lang ang kursong may Chemistry kasi na-enjoy ko ito nung hayskul. Mali at isang napakalaking pagkakamali ang naisip ko. Akalain mong dadalawa lang kami ni "covalent" ang nakakuha ng 2 over 15 sa post test tungkol sa naming ang writing organic compounds sa 49 na nag-exam. Ngunit, kakaiba ang islang napuntahan ko sapagkat ayon nga sa sinabi kanina ng Math teacher namin, may mga nangongopya raw sa klase namin during the quiz about sa Algebraic Expressions. Ay sus! Nakapikit pa yata ako habang sinasagutan ko un.(yabang..hehe)Pero nakalulungkot isipin na sadyang may mga taong tamad.Mga taong walang sariling sikap ika nga nila.

Alam kong napakarami pang mga bagay ang hindi ko pa natutuklasan sa islang pinamumugaran ko. Masaya pa rin naman at alam kong hindi ako naliligaw sapagkat may mga kaibigang dumating at nais makasama ako sa katagalan ng panahon. Naniniwala ako na malalampasan namin ang mga pagsubok hangga't may ngiti pa kaming maipapakita sa lahat.

At naalala ko na pala. Kumain ako ng curry chicken kaninang lunch kasama mga friends ko. Lasang gulaman yung bottomless ice tea namin ni Ace. Eh, sa halagang kinse pesos magrereklamo ka pa ba?! Hai, alam niyo bang simula pa nung unang araw sa paaralan hanggang ngayon ay wala pa rin kaming nakikitang masarap kainan at pagtambayan?! Kung dati, sa SM Pampanga lang ako nakakapag-Hotshots,Siomai at Burger sa Dapitan ay halos mapurga na ko sa maNok ng KFC, sa chao fan ng Chowking at sa mga tinda ng Wendys'! Kaya sinusubukan na namin ngayon ang pangangalap sa mga lutong bahay. Gaya nung kanina, pero sablay pa rin kasi In Can yung Sisig na inorder nina Ace. Ngek! Sana lang busugin kami ng Panginoon sa pagmamahal este sa masarap na pagkain...

Mangarag-ngarag naman yung mga tanong ng Psych at Philo teachers namin. Isang nangangailangan pa ng mahabang explanation sa tanong na "Who Are You?" at isang Demi-God daw ayon sa kanya. Pero enjoy! Sa katunayan, sa kanila ko natutunan kung sino nga ba talaga ako. Ang sagot lang naman ay, " I am a becoming." Simply, because I can still have my potentiality to be who I can be. Hohaah...Sa Theo class naman, aba, akalain mong nakilala ko si Thomas Aquinas?.. Ang taba pala niya. hehehe..

So far, yun muna ikukuwento ko. Abangan niyo sa susunod baka may lovelife na uli ako.. yippee!

Jilted

If there was any sign that I know how to stop against bruising my ego that would be nothing. I don’t even think about why these signs come and start smacking down the confident self. Maybe, it’s because they are inevitable. They seem to attack like straight and silent bullets fast enough to make me grasp the holy air. In a minute or two, I’ll be dead.

It isn’t easy to imagine the words so you could just make a good and enticing story to tell. Real efforts must somehow take the place of being a creative writer. I am not what it takes and that’s why I go up for challenges which are uncertain of outcome no matter how powerful they are to change my life. I speak up language like it is my own. A classmate once told that I am such a deep person. The heck of thing I don’t really understand when I usually think of myself as someone who could easily express what she wants and has to say. Just as songs are produced through free thoughts flushed by musicians and composers, so do are my essays. Not a single topic condones this circle brain that’s why I kept on inserting each caps locked letter to let others follow and so on. And so, it’s really up to the reader to read between the lines other than what clichés have been known for.

I called this scribble “jilted” from a magazine and found it was appealing as if I was Tom Cruise’ another ditched babe for Katie Holmes. Anyway, I am not jilted by any guy for any other girls’ sake. For the least thing, nobody tries to push me towards the end of the subway for being too mushy. I just swoon over fun and sucking pain. The reason why I put up such message is to raise some confusion. Am I jilted or not? Maybe, not. Look guy, I want to you to read what’s on my mind but we both know you just can’t. I wonder why you’re able to sacrifice a teddy bear to get over a grip for your selfish desires. You could’ve caught me red-handed but let me sweep off the dust. I’d like to say, “You are dust.” How could you just stand proud to the world and utter as if innocent and pure? Right now, I am totally enjoying some kid stuff and glad to say your bear has got himself a partner named “Sherry”. She’s a lot new from Russ and smells cherry red.

Blatantly, Xylocke filled each of your lonely hours at home. She would rub her skin against yours whenever the cold streams down the fury Superman blanket. The afternoon light often shifts to heavenly candles as it strikes the veil of the so-called wench. Everything went on so smooth though, the girl admits they were the roughest ways to get dirty. She loved every moment of it and you said you never wanted anyone but her. You PROMISED to love and keep her yet, all you ever did after was NOTHING. If she could’ve remembered your last words then everybody knew it was a sure lie. The truth never hides; it bluntly swears you are a cheater. For my dear readers, please be careful of this pilot wannabe. He may have lied to me a thousand times and become his dupe but, it should never be you, girls. Do not allow him to call you his princess. In case it happens, you are actually giving him the power to hurt you. It still feels good to wake up each morning with your vast in peace and harmony.

I couldn’t say more for it has been 15 days since you last met Xylocke inside your crib. My sweat has turned into blood. She deserves the pleasure of vengeance until the day you wished you never met such prudence. As for me, no woman becomes jilted if we ever had a perfect man existed.