|| Crappy homily

Apparently. 'Cause:

1 The priest mocked the unpreparedness of the gospel reading. Which was very impolite and totally inconsiderate. Those people work hard everyday just to have food on their plates everyday, cut them some slack, you a**hole.


2 I hated the implied idea that suffering is a gift from God and that we should not escape from suffering (and bask in it instead.) Idiot.

3 He kept on insisting that we all should "reflect" on our (possibly) dirty lives during holy week. As if it's significant.



Suffering exists because we should challenge ourselves, so we could escape from suffering. Although yeah, almost all pain in this world is self-inflicted, it's just not a gift from God.



...



Yeah, I know, I know.


Epic boredom is taking over me. Summer bummer.

||Bubbles. Bubbles. Bubbles.

Have you ever tried waking up one morning, and feeling.... nothing? Then you ask yourself, "What now?"

I have never felt so... useless, ever.
It's been two years since that morning.



So what could I do?

Make my little bubble bigger. Do lots of things before youth will completely be sucked out of me. Feel things while my neurons aren't damaged. Learn things while my brain still works. Taste food while my tastebuds work, while my teeth are still perfect. Use my eyes while it's still got 20-20 vision.

But there's one problem:

It's hard making other people's bubbles bigger.

||Side A + Side B

A: The end of the beginning.

Is it just me, or the title sounds like something coming out from a chapter title from a fiction novel?

It is, yes, the end of the beginning. At least, for me. Let's look at it in a gamer's point of view-- I've just finished the boss battle at level 3. It's just the end of the beginning. I'm bound to fight more devilish bosses, gawdemmit.

If I were to really describe the whole second semester according to my academic performance, I'd definitely say it was mediocre. Yeah. I could do so much better. Sometimes I hate myself and ask so many times if I have done enough, studied enough, and all that sh*t. I feel intimidated whenever I see someone not studying and yet that person gets better grades than I do. Am I that much of an idiot?

Damn. Or maybe I'm trying too hard. Maybe I don't need to exert too much effort because all it does is give me headaches, thus giving me less brainpower, thus giving me lower grades.

F*ck grades. I don't really need them-- I need knowledge that I could really use.

What use is a 99 in a badass diffifult subject if you're not gonna use what you've learned, anyway?
Bitter? Nah. I've got so many other things I can be proud of.


B: I can't friggin' help it,I'm starting to like cheesy things!

IT'S CONTAGIOUS.

I hate it yet I like it so much, I don't want it but I can't get enough of it.
I'm even enjoying romantic movies so much now. Can't help but be giggly. Isn't that so... full of crap? Last night I was watching this movie, Chocolat, and I couldn't stop myself from saying "damn", everytime Johnny Depp starts to speak. I couldn't help but sigh and say, "Aww..." while watching Slumdog Millionaire. And I can't help but swoon at Hugh Jackman on Kate and Leopold. Damnit, why, oh why am I starting to like cheesy stuff?

Did I mention that I'm looking for a copy of Enchanted, just 'cause... Well, Patrick Dempsey is just so cute there. *girly mode.*



I really really should finish some drawings for Artifact Wars . I've been on it for half a year now, probably.




*runs off, ashamed*

|| Brain Damage. Hihee. ; ]

bohahah. I just can't stop watching this one.

Weird.

Maybe I just rolled around too much and ended waking up on the wrong side of the bed.

Nothing interesting about my day except that I ate weird food and I watched 2 minutes of fushigi yuugi.

SO!

I'm going to just talk and talk and talk about all the unusual food I ate today.
And I ate garbanzos with tofu for the first time today. I thought it just tasted like munggo sprouts only that it's... green and weirdly shaped, but my mom can cook great-tasting food so it's okay, I guess...

But nothing's better than the sugar-free turon my mom cooked for an afternoon snack. Mmm.

Then there's that sun-dried milkfish my aunt made, and they just had to eat it for dinner. I must say, the taste was a bit... strange, so I decided to eat the buttered fish fillet instead. Weird food is the theme of the day!

I'm starting to kinda miss my *cat* meow~
I know it's just one day, but, yeah. Hahah. *hell what am I saying?!*

CHEESY.

My sister pressed the channel button on the TV and switched to...fushigi yuugi.

AAAAAAA! THAT GIRL JUST WANTS TO DO FRISKY THINGS ALL THE FRIGGIN' TIME!

That innocent-looking girl is absolutely up to no good.

then my sister suddenly reacts "Oh sh*t what the hell is he doing?! " as he looks at the good-looking anime character take his shirt off to hug the frisky girl... because he-- thinks it would help.



I can sum the whole story up with just 3 sentences:

(1)Best friends are fighting over a dirty but gorgeous brusko guy, but the less appealing girl gets raped and the other... well, likes to get into situations that would get her raped.

(2)Frisky girl just wants to do it with gorgeous brusko guy (who's starting to look less and less gorgeous every episode).

(3) Brusko guy and frisky girl do frisky things in the end.


OH NO, Porn! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

*covers eyes with hands*

'nuff bout that. I'll just finish my articles now.

'tis been so long...

Since I last made another blog post. I've been so friggin' busy lately. Or maybe I just feel like procrastinating.

is the " 'tis" part right? Ah, I need need need to...uh... rightclick>refresh my brain.

I just read this story from my most favorite author, and he talked about friendship.

And it is kinda right to say that, yeah, we are truly evil if we're actually capable of leaving our friends.

So it kinda means that the title on this blog is completely inappropriate, eh?

I really can't leave my friends behind. It feels like hell to be left behind. Trust me, I've been through it.

I'm a person who's highly dependent on the existence of other people. No, I don't leech off on whatever they have; I just need to be around people. I absolutely could not live without talking to anyone the whole day.




I may not be THAT evil, after all.


anyway, talkin' 'bout friends...

I'm feeling thankful today. For no reason. But there's no need to find reasons to thank the people you love, right? If only I could, I'd give them everything they wanted-- they've given me so much and I'm forever grateful to them.

|| OH. F...ornication U...nder C...onsent of the K...ing.

Remember the time when you didn't study and failed? (why would you study anyway, you THOUGHT you understood every bit of it, but none of what the teacher taught even came out!)
SH*T.

Remember that day when you thought THE WHOLE TIME that that guy is head over heels(how could you not think that, when he's so touchy-feely with you?!), when in fact he was just being nice... and just wanted to leech off of your resources (by resources, I mean... your pen, your laptop, your brain. And geez, how could you refuse him?!?!?!?!)... then suddenly, he says,

"...I like *insert beautiful-girl-with-a-model-like-figure-and-shining-white-teeth's name here*. Don't tell anyone else, ok?"


SH*T.


Remember that day when you forgot your parent's consent to go to that epic-proportioned fun school activity?
SH*T.

Remember that day when you came to school late for an exam... a MAJOR exam?
SH*T.

Remember that day when you got caught keeping a very very bad secret by someone?
SH*T.


SH*T JUST HAPPENS. and it happens all the time.

And it's not really a bad thing.
And we know that we can't always get what we want.
But sometimes, we don't really know what we want.
HAHA.
confusing?

Well, yeah.
SH*T happens for a reason.

And, hey, the thought that your intuition could be right might also be one in a million, so why sulk and think that you could be wrong?

Overly hopeful, you might say. But I'd just love to think about stuff in the most positive way possible.



Anyway, my friend asked me a really, really, TOTALLY (as x approaches positive infinity!) question last Saturday.

I didn't get to answer. THEY DIDN'T LET ME ANSWER. HAHAHAAA!
*they were all laughing then, geez, how was I supposed to react?! It wasn't serious anyway.*

My answer would be a YES, if he wanted me to...

I THINK. Yeah, that's it. probably. whatever.


It's fun, though, being asked about something like that. No matter how un-serious it may be.
(and what an awkward way to ask about it.) That's the only most interesting thing that happened ALL DAY that day.


Hmmm...


nah, what I'm thinking right now has a 1 to 1 million probability.