She

She's not so perfect after all
Coz now I've seen her crack and fall and then
All I feel is purely hate
For all the shit I had to take,
For all the things I had to do
Just to become as perfect as she
When in all honesty she isn't really
What I pictured her to be.
The perfect girl I used to love
Had me thinking that maybe
And maybe, that perfection is something
That you would tell yourself
When you are just way too busy
Looking up at someone
And ignoring your own capability
To be the best you can be
Coz perfect doesn't exist.
Not for me at least.

PolSci 101

Nov. 13, 2008 10:05AM

So my mind wanders while I'm in class
And now I'm writing poems just to make time pass
I can hear the professor mumbling in my head
I think he's talking about a president who's now dead.

Five past ten, forty minutes to go.
Why is time running so slow?
Maybe I'll just write poems until the bell would ring
And then head to my next class which is public speaking.

This is what happens when you're bored outta your mind
You start talking to yourself and find words that would rhyme.
Now I feel sorry for my polsci class coz I'm not paying attention
But then again, I don't really need right now any political information.

So it took me 10 minutes to write this damn thing,
I'll go back to class now and pretend that I'm listening.

Haven't had my sleep.

It's 6:45am on a Tuesday morning and my class isn't until 9:30. Now what am I gon do? :[

I'm so sleep deprived.

I haven't have any sleep for the last couple of weeks, and it's showing. Seriously.

That's it, no more coffee for me.

Question.

When you look at me, what do you see?

Am I still the girl who you thought I would to be?

So unsure of myself, would you still want me

If I tell you right here, right now,

That I don't even know who I'm suppose to be.

Ah Randomness!

I've been known for my frequent mood swings, rant here, rant there, and much much more. Therefore, one thing I really need is a status updater every now and then, and since Facebook, MySpace, and Friendster only allow me to have one status update at a time, it doesn't really satisfy my mood swinging needs. :D But then came Plurk.

Plurk. The only answer for spamming bloggers, e.g. me.

Yes, someone should take the internet away from me.

But anyways, here's something random from someone so random.

So, What Happened Last Night?

There's only one word to describe how I feel right now: emptiness.

Damn I'm so emo.

~me.nony.kakam.albert~
~manda infront~
And those right there are my friends. Weird, careless, yet very reliable.
(Special mention to those not included in the picture: Maku; Marc; Shan; Lilac; ug si kinsa pang wa namention. Pagyawyaw lang mu. Hehe)

Me wants to go back home. :'[

What I Won't Know Won't Hurt Me

I don't talk that much to people, and I'm not really an outspoken person if you ask me. All I think about, all I am, I keep inside. I would just randomly sit in one place, watch people walk by, count cars that pass me, and just laugh silently while jotting down stuff in my journal. I may seem harmless and just plain immature but what no one knows -- wait, let me rephrase that -- what most people don't know is that just being aloof and observant to peoples' behaviors also has a downside to it, for me at least.

You see, I was born with the curse of curiosity. I mean, there's nothing wrong with it, all of us have the tendency to be curious sometimes. But I think mine is scary. I have stalker-ish tendencies (I know, sounds pretty darn serious) and I just have this habit on researching stuff about people without even knowing it. And it always ends up me getting too much information than what my mind needs.

Now I know why what I don't know won't hurt me.