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a friggin hot september

it should be cold these days. it's september, the months of -ber coming, and it should really be cold. I should be curling like a fetus at night from the cold, and grabbing my blanket or wearing socks and jacket at night.

oh BUT NOOO.

it's so hot that sometimes I have to fix the fan at myself so it'd be cooler. in the morning, the sun will be up oh-so-high and the clouds will be barely visible since the sky's so blue.

and it's so HOT.

the weather's fooling all of us; we think it'd be sunny all day, but in the afternoon, the rain will come barging down without an invitation. What the hell, they don't have the right to just ruin the weather like that! wait, what am I saying? my head frigging aches.

yes, the weather here is confused. I bet it has identity crisis. it won't decide if it's gay or lesbian. it's hard to choose, I bet. sometimes it would be raining on campus, but when I head home, there would be no rain, the sky's so blue and when I look up, the clouds are divided. One part is dark, another is light. No, I'm not referring to Daisuke in DNAngel and his identity crisis - whether he's in puberty or a budding kiddo.

Wow. maybe there's two dimensions in this place. Maybe I have yet to find a black hole so then I'd be transferred to an alternate world, or maybe in the Demon Kingdom where the good-looking guys of Kyo Kara Maoh are. That's cool. That way I could escape from the dreadful thesis.

And I wonder what I'm doing right now? I'm typing here, fooling around, trying to fix my iPod when I'm supposed to type my frigging thesis - and wait, I think I'm still not starting data analysis, so what the hell am I going to type? And then in my data, I have a hole - like a hole on the back of your pants that seemed like someone just pulled out your tail like in Dragon Ball when Piccolo pulled out Goku's tail? Yeah, something like that.

Anyway there's a hole since the frigging library doesn't have that one issue of a newspaper that I NEEEED. Oh my God, I need it, so why, oh why, is that the only issue that is missing? Is the Demon King after me, after all (OHNOOHNOMAJORNANAIMITATION)? And to top it all off, the deadline of this frigging thesis is on the September 13th, the 13th!!!!!

...good thing it isn't friday on the 13th of september.

oh my god oh my god I am panicking.

wait, wasn't I just talking about the weather?

....

yes, it's so hot. and maybe all these anxiety is making it hotter. doesn't make sense? try it. imagine one day you were just surfing the net in your PC and then your PC just suddenly BEEEEEEP SHUT DOWN and then when you open it, there's a message that tells you all your files are wiped out!

oh what will you doooo!!! I know you're gonna sweat like mad and then think oh what am I gonna do what am I gonna do!

another scenario which is so familiar to me: you're listening to your 40gb iPod, enjoying the voice of Yuichi Ikusawa (you know you like hiiiim) and then suddenly, he sings 'a-a-a-a-a-a-afu-fu-fu-fu-fu' like a japanese villain on crack and then all your 5,000 songs won't play!!!

oh what will you doooo!!! I know you're gonna sweat like mad and then think oh what am I gonna do what am I gonna do!



I told you, I'm talking about the weather! so then, you will perspire like mad, even though you felt so cold earlier and you don't know why? it's the most uncomfortable position you will be in, because oooooh you don't know what to do.


ah, I don't know what to do too.

I just wanna sing White Stripes' song, 'I don't know what to do with myself' over and over again, and forget it all....


the weather here is so bad.

oh sanity...


(I just kept typing, what did I write again? :O)

how to tell someone to GO AWAY?

I met this person four or five years ago.

and now he's haunting my yahoomail inbox. it's like a ghost coming back to life to haunt you and pester you. and when you read his words, you know it's him - GODDAMN it's him and you feel so nervous because whatthefuck - it's him.

The mere thought of him makes my skin crawl. My heart beats so hard it feels it'll burst not because of anything positive - but because I want to get rid of him and FAST.

It's not right to disappear five years ago and then come around again asking to relive those days "we've had". But it's not right. It's not just RIGHT!

I've continued living my life - evolved like Pikachu to Raichu or Daisuke's Digimons (wait whatthefuckamIsayinghere...) and evolved like a real person. I evolved as a person who can finally think for herself and not depend on others. I've evolved to a more mature person - a far cry from five years ago.

And now the past is haunting me. I want that person to go away. NOW. but because I'm afraid he might hack into my PC and destroy the remaining fragments of my joy - I can't tell him how. I wanted to ignore his e-mails and proceed with my life but I'm still afraid. I'm angry and I'm afraid.

How do you tell someone to go away???

horny lyrics, androgenous singers who are SEXIER than me

Gackt:


it's SO unfair. why do this guy look PRETTIER than me?!?? look sexier than me? when I'm a GIRL, and gackt's a guy. so unfair. why's life so unfair?

but then again I enjoy seeing gackt and hyde. pretty boys probably having a lot of feminine hormones (I forgot the term. :P). they're so pretty I wanna take them home and drop them in a tank of formalin, so I'd preserve their beauty. heheh

horny lyrics by Gackt:

Vanilla by Gackt

You are a sincere moralist, running a pretty finger over me.
I am a pure terrorist, just as you hoped a revolution is happneing.
A specialist bound in romance, sticking me with long nails.
an egoist who wants to assure its love, wanting to reach to deep within you.
your face is getting farther away, ah, before I'm not myself anymore.
would it be ok to love you, in the gyrating evening just like this...

harder deeper til lips that are insanely well used to the act,
melt with each other I am... your Vanilla.

"...oh you're too stiff" You're just like plastic being this frigid.
an ecologist caught in a hot glance, I'm impatient for your hot kiss.
your face which gets distorted, ah I wish I could be myself.

would it be ok to love you, in the gyrating evening.
just like this... harder faster lips painfully wet don't need words...

you and me (are) not burning love.
ah oh how many mornings do we greet.
ah will this night ever end ?
ah spread across the sky
ah white flowers surround us and die.
Is it ok to love you, in the gyrating evening just like this...

"I've seen a tail" I'm into you so much I can't stand it.
A crew sees cring knees, I wanna need, not betray.

would it be ok to love you, in the gyrating evening just like this...
harder deeper til pelvic thrusts that are insanely well used to the act,
melt with each other you are my caretaker.

miss psycho... signing in again

People would actually raise their eyebrows over someone taking pleasure from a molding burden on your back. It would gnaw every corner of your happiness and let suffering seep through... But the best and greatest gift it would provide is something that you would exchange for your life, your frigging soul and your over-protected heart.

Do you know the answer already? I know you do.

Well, back to the neverending topic that is love.

Fools are those who would say they could live without the presence of love, which intoxicates us into nothingness that even the logical things would be a tad blur in our mind. People crave for it, die for it, crawl to their graves for it. There are hypocrites, fools who tell themselves they don't need a fickle thing in their life. But they do, oh they FUCKING do.

Yes, I might be one of those fools, and I admit I am ONE of them.

Anyone Platonic enough to woo me? Drop by and I'll kick your shin.

There is one and only problem: who is Platonic enough, really?

Ah, Platonic love is too ideal... And exactly what I WANT. And I fucking tell myself:

People are picky enough to ignore that the answer to their ideal world is simple: discard the ideals. However, who would discard the ideals of one person? Who would convince a rapist to not rape, so to speak? HAHAHHA, and who likes me, ANYWAY?

Arggghhhh it's easy to laugh and cry. This is all so stupid. I sound like some philosopher who's trying to say things for the heck of it, and for the "betterment of their society". I'm writing for the heck of it, but unfortunately not for the better me.

And it all boils down to one thing, one point that I try to imply to you all.




ARRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH I hate you ALL!!!!!!!!!


...told you miss psycho is here again.

Ja. Miss Psycho'll be back soon.

blabberties

this weekend was not too dull, unfortunately for you pessimists. like this saturday when I just woke up and realized I was alone in the house and all the people have disappeared like mom's slippers...

I was feeling quite crazy at that time, and still cranky since I woke up at 7 AM (SEVEN FREAKING A.M.M.M.M.). I NEEDED sleep, darnit. So what I did? Took frigging photos. Right.





well toilets are fun, so why not? I dunno if I'm gonna post one in DeviantART, but maybe not. they're all CRAAAAP.

And this sunday, I bought some chuck-taylors-like shoes in RRJ. Am wearing it now, and I look like Mr. Ronald McDonald. Go figure.



And yep, this SUnday is my cousin's birthday. WHEEEE!!! FOODIES! Here's a photo. heheh



that's all folks.

the endless therapeutic journey

do you know that when you're bored, it's hurting your brain cells?

Hehehehe.

That's just a stupid statement from my crappy mind. Aha...hahah.

Well one time there's a reporting in our speech communication class.... and I was bored. my brain cells are deteriorating from disuse. So I decided to draw them... one by one.

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strike one.
kakashi first without the mask. that was the beginning of boredom. heheheh second photo is my classmate. *giggles* my seatmates LOVED it, they said it looked exactly like that guy.


strike two. This one, I think her name's Glamour. I like this girl, she seems really clever with the way she structured her report.


strike three. This one, I think is Marie. Heheh she resembles my drawing a lot.


strike four. that guy which my friend shriek for. and the girl who looks like... Kitchi (spelling?>!?!?!) Nadal! KITCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHH!!!!


yeah that's all. blah blah.
oh wait. here's another. when I was waiting for my turn to deliver my speech, I drew my three most favorite character in Naruto. hehehe