The problem with writing poetry
is that real life doesn't write nice poems.
Your budget is not going to
inspire anything but stress, perhaps,
and the unwashed linen won't
make hearts soar.
To write nice poems,
you have to take real life and
unrealise it;
twist vines into its hair,
set its bare feet down on the forest
floor and call it free.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
erm
rantings #10000 valentines day
last valentines day after playing cupid to my bestfriend and cooking lunch for my bestfriends at home I spent my entire afternoon reading magazines and refereeing between my two guy friends and what a not so nice turn out for me. I've been used again like 8000 times before tapos hindi pa din ako nadadala. I don't know if it's right to say thankfully pero IDK I guess karma's quick to bite at him as his bestfriend (also my friend) was quick to ditch him so ang nangyari he didn't get to get what we originally planned to do therefore no happy fun time for him (or us) but I guess I was too mad already to enjoy what were suppose to do. blaah I know I deserve to have better friends I wonder where they are, this is the reason I guess why I dont talk to my old friends anymore :/ of course I was quick to rant at twitter tapos hahaha nakita ng common bitch friend namin and I got reprimanded kung sabagay totoo nga naman na things might get worse so I had to delete my twit. (though I didn't want to) boys will be boys and bitches will be forever more bitches.
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COLDS
I've never cried as much as I did last night for the longest time. a friend called me last night just as I was howling in pain hahahaha it was super embarrassing to talk to her while I was in a haywire. I cannot understand how to deal with my aching head, upset stomach, my free flowing nose, my fever and my ACHING HEAD. I can honestly say that I missed the feeling of being sick. tingin ko sinisingil ako ng katawan ko for the endless nights of not sleeping because of thesis.though kahit may sakit ako another friend texted me na Ina Kapatid Anak na tapos I wasn't able to resist watching and maybe it too was a blessing in disguise kasi I was able to throw up like a couple of times and after that guminhawa ako sooo ok na din siguro plus I get to see and hate Maja at the same time jejeje
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LOLA
my bestfriend and I were watching our friends basketball game in the school gym. the St. Scho Scions team was up against San Beda for WCSA championship. It's natural to favor one team and boot another right? but some fans are just too dedicated they turn into full combative bitch mode like the lola we sat beside with at the bleachers. At one point in the game was a bad call from the referee so I shouted at the ref then a retaliation came from her "bakit totoo naman ah" natakot kami ng kaibigan ko na baka masabunutan nalang kami bigla sa gilid or something. hahaha what an experience it is. Next game hopefully we get to sit with the SSC crowd because yeah there will still be a next game kasi natalo last Sunday :(
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
this post' title begins with an S and ends with a T
It's thesis! I blame it all to it! I had me humping a coffee cup every hour or so to get me by and swishing on several smoke sticks at one go just to blow the pressure off. (of course I'm exaggerating duh!) but here's what this post is about, earlier as I forced myself to wake up from that ever so lovely afternoon nap; I, me Maureen Rimando was bantering with me, myself and I whether to buy me another box or not, when clearly I told myself that that goddang awful last purchase of mine from that snotty girl at Lighters Galore UM would be the last for the school year (smoking while drinking is an utter exception). I find it hard to say Yes to not buying yet another box bec gahd whoever knows how bad I want/need it but No I did meself a favor and actually let me stick to my word for once and didn't buy me a box not even a single stick. I found that I am perfectly OK with it UNTIL I found myself reading my schoolmates blog and her non stop blabber about smoking and stopping and not being able to and I was like firing shits up my ass! I suddenly found myself wishing I was blowing all the smoke tricks I learned last week. What a nightmare it is now?? I cannot do anything about it bec I already said No to myself. I might appear nonchalant later but this post will tell you how I really feel about not smoking. DAMN IT
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