this is a different one.
ayoko na. ayoko na talaga. di ako sanay sa buhay na ganito. di ko maayos sarili ko. alam ko adjustment lang to, pero para sakin torture na to. i so hate it. i feel like crying til the world crashes down. ugg.. tangina talaga. this is a BIG step for me. college? putangina. sa iba alam kong madali lang sila mag adjust kasi PUMASOK SILA NUNG HIGHSCHOOL SILA, AKO HINDI! HINDI!!! kaya sobrang putanginang kalokohan to sakin. lagi nga akong napapaisip kung tama ba na hindi na lang ako nag home study eh. tangina!! tangina!!!!
Mea, 17, o1/18/9o, rebel, day dreamer, starbucks addict, music lover, wants to know what heaven and hell really is, stars, gadgets, chocolates, lollipops, snoopy, stuffed toys, animals, chooses a field where you can see a lot of stars rather than a beach looking at sunset, forum maniac, doesn't really know how to hate people, really bad in math T_T
what's up, mea?
i'm feeling ranty right now coz of someone. sorry for my words. you can stop reading too.
putangina! this is sooo bull! tangina talaga. bakit ganun? ayoko na. tangina talaga. shet. i fcukin quit. sana lang noh. pero putang ina i hate you, you fcuking bitch! you slut! you whore! tangina mo! gago!
the end.
putangina! this is sooo bull! tangina talaga. bakit ganun? ayoko na. tangina talaga. shet. i fcukin quit. sana lang noh. pero putang ina i hate you, you fcuking bitch! you slut! you whore! tangina mo! gago!
the end.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
snaps for my survival
[scratch the post before this. i don't even remember who he is anymore. haha!]
College is a journey, a journey to new things. Things that may or may not be useful in life. Sheesh. What the f am i talking about? Ok, ill get to the point.
I survived 2 weeks of college already, going unto my 3rd week. For me, college is hell with angels all around. That's my definition of college so far. Why hell, you say? Hell coz it's torture, mah man. Torture i tell ya. Quizzes, group works, home works and shit. Thank heavens, someone invented a USB so we could just snatch the powerpoints of our profs in the computer, or else our hands would be dislocated from the loads of stuff that we're gonna copy incase we don't have those powerpoint shits. ~With angels all around. True! My angels are my friends. i love my block very much. =]
Here's the pot, i'm now known as the emo girl with the 'lotsa-problems' look. Well, some of my blockmates see me as that kid. I'm really random. I suddenly become hyper, then moody, then mad, then bad trip and other stuff. I don't want to be called emo, but yeah, I HAVE A PROBLEM! Know what my problem is? I DON'T EVEN FREAKIN' KNOW WHAT MY PROBLEM IS. REALLY! well, actually not really. My problem is really childish and shitty and childish and shitty. Don't ask, ill tell you when i think i'm already over that problem. I want that problem to end coz its suuuuper shitty as hell. You'll laugh. Honest. Even i laugh about it but i become really sad when i think about it. Yeah, i'm crazy. I have this blockmate whom i can trust. I tell that blockmate about what's going on with my life. That blockmate is trying to help me right now with another problem because of another problem. Get it? No? Then, boo you! Haha!
I just want all this shitty stuff about me to end. Just end it.
College is a journey, a journey to new things. Things that may or may not be useful in life. Sheesh. What the f am i talking about? Ok, ill get to the point.
I survived 2 weeks of college already, going unto my 3rd week. For me, college is hell with angels all around. That's my definition of college so far. Why hell, you say? Hell coz it's torture, mah man. Torture i tell ya. Quizzes, group works, home works and shit. Thank heavens, someone invented a USB so we could just snatch the powerpoints of our profs in the computer, or else our hands would be dislocated from the loads of stuff that we're gonna copy incase we don't have those powerpoint shits. ~With angels all around. True! My angels are my friends. i love my block very much. =]
Here's the pot, i'm now known as the emo girl with the 'lotsa-problems' look. Well, some of my blockmates see me as that kid. I'm really random. I suddenly become hyper, then moody, then mad, then bad trip and other stuff. I don't want to be called emo, but yeah, I HAVE A PROBLEM! Know what my problem is? I DON'T EVEN FREAKIN' KNOW WHAT MY PROBLEM IS. REALLY! well, actually not really. My problem is really childish and shitty and childish and shitty. Don't ask, ill tell you when i think i'm already over that problem. I want that problem to end coz its suuuuper shitty as hell. You'll laugh. Honest. Even i laugh about it but i become really sad when i think about it. Yeah, i'm crazy. I have this blockmate whom i can trust. I tell that blockmate about what's going on with my life. That blockmate is trying to help me right now with another problem because of another problem. Get it? No? Then, boo you! Haha!
I just want all this shitty stuff about me to end. Just end it.