Lame Questions

ABC About You

A - AVAILABLE: No. :>

B - BIRTHDAY: 6 Sept 2059

C- CRUSH: Brera Sterne.

D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Iced Tea

E - EASIEST PERSON(s) TO TALK TO: Ate

F - FAVORITE SONG: Seikan Hikou

G - GRADUATE Or Not GRADUATE : Yes. Now in graduate school. :>

H - HOMETOWN: Paranaque. Tubeeeeg!

I - IN LOVE WITH: Carlo Pulido. <3

J - JUGGLE: Two items only. :))

K - KILLED SOMEONE: No. :))

L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: Manila to Camarines Sur. :D

M - MILKSHAKE FLAVOR Strawberry Banana

N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 2. Kuyas.

O - ONE WISH: Happy life!

P- PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: Lorrie.

R - REASON TO SMILE: Senpai. :">

S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: Spice and Wolf ED

T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 11am.

U - UNDERWEAR COLOR/PATTERN: Green down, yellow up. :P

V - VEGETABLE(S): Okra

W - WORST HABIT: Dandruff scratching.

X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: 3. (One was skull xray after a car accident)

Y – YOYOS ARE: Diet in diet out.

Z - ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo. Taurus ascendant



Random Questions About You:

Spell your name without vowels: DN MND DRCT

What color do you wear most?: White grey green blue.

Least favorite color?: Orange.

Are you happy with your life right now?: No.

What is your favorite class in school?: Lit, Physics <3

Where do you wish you were right now?: Airconditioned room, edge of a cliff


THE CANs:

Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth?: Yes

Can you whistle?: No.

Write with both hands? Write with one, doodle with the other

Walk with your toes curled? No



THE DOs:

Do you believe there is life on other planets? Yes. That's why I love watching Anime space operas

Do you believe in miracles? NO

Do you believe in magic? Yes!

Love at first sight? No.

Do you believe in Satan? Hell yeah.

Do you believe in Santa? I wanted to. But I always knew he was impossible.

Do you know how to swim? If I wont breath.

Do you like roller coasters? The lamest type only

Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows? I hate reality shows



THE WHATs:
What is the temperature outside? 40degrees plus celsius

What radio station do you listen to? I dont listen to the radio.

What was the last restaurant you ate at? Don Pepe's carinderia

What was the last thing you bought? Girl thing

What was the last thing on TV you watched? Macross 7

THE WHOs:
Who was the last person you took a picture of? Some geek at the office :))

Who was the last person you said I love you to: Senpai

Who was the last person you shouted at and kicked?: Back in grade school



CRYING SECTION:
Ever really cried your heart out? All the time

Ever cried yourself to sleep? All the time

Ever cried on your friend's shoulder? All the time.

Ever cried over the opposite sex? Tsss.. Sometimes.

Do you cry when you get an injury? No.

Do certain songs make you cry? Yes. Yousei


HAPPY SECTION.
Are you a happy person? No.

What can make you happy? Senpai, anime, money, parents, kuya, FRIENDS.

Do you wish you were happier? Yes :D

Can music make you happy? Yes of course


LOVE SECTION.
How many times have you had your heart broken? Need I count.

Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd die for them? yes.


LOOK AT ME.
What is your current hair color? Brown.

Have any tattoos? None.

Eye color? Dark brown.

IN A BOY/GIRL, what is your:

Favorite eye color: Anything. Red?

Short or long hair: What fits.

Height: Taller than I am.





HAVE YOU EVER :

Been to jail : No. PP1017 days muntik na

Laughed so hard you cried: No

Cried in school: yes :|

Thrown up in a store: No :))

Done something really stupid that you still laugh at today?: yes :D

THIS or THAT

Pepsi or Coke? Coke

McDonald's or Burger King? Either.

Single or Group Dates? Either. or date with myself

Chocolate or Vanilla? Both

Strawberries or Blueberries: Blueberries.

Meat or Veggies? Fish.

TV or Movie : Movie

Guitar or Drums? Both.

Adidas or Nike? Nike.

Cheerios or Corn Flakes? Corn flakes.

Chinese or Mexican? Mexican.

Cake or Pie? CAKE

I love(?) CAL

Magic. Got past the minimum number of pages for Eng 235. Some little editing to do pa. After a long period of sabaw-ness, demotivation, staring at blank pages, and numerous depressing moments, I AM SUBMITTING MILTON THIS WEEK, and finally saying goodbye to him for the moment. One down. **sighs. .) (Grade? [fingers crossed.])

I just finalized my attack as meta-criticism awhile ago, and figured out how to fuse it to textual analysis just A WHILE AGO. I do not want to read the entire text anymore. No more nose-bleed inducing middle period English for me please.

Now I have with me 12 pages of crap. God forbid I fail Eng 235 of all subjects. Really now... fingers crossed.



Afterwards, I have 50 pages waiting to be produced. This is the law of haggard.

I wish I had the brain of Tesla and resolve everything with a unified field theory.

Residence

The hall was dark. 

Several voices come to me. Mocking me as if I could hear.

There was wind coming through the window. 

I felt the cold through the edge of my skirt.

There were walls to which I can lean a little, and I did.

I meandered through the empty space, as I put and lift my hand

One after the other flat on the wall.

I felt the floor. It was hard. Bricks.

Slate, uneven, they were probably chafing

Before it was coated with resin.

Flaws, unshapely deformities,

Forgotten, like how rocks usually are.

There was a time that I believed in God.

I believed in Him before I realized that the hall was dark.

And it was dark not because of the absence of light.

It is my dwelling place.

I rented it out nevertheless.

I know where the door is.

The shape of the carvings on wood.

the creaking sound if turned,

the sudden influx of light when opened.

I looked at the direction to it.

I gave it the most intent glare that I can muster.

Stare. Through the blank space called darkness.

I lovingly put down the blanket on the floor,

lovingly feeling the roughness of the resin coated bricks.

contentedly leaning my head on the wall;

Humming slow songs, screaming with upbeat songs;

Chanting the long forgotten history.

Closing my eyes, and finally turning my back to the door.

This hallway is my house.

Limited Perception

I formed papers the shape of mountains:

My vision of mountains, relatively.

For all i know, a mountain is not a plane.

I knew little about them, and seen only some of them.

My footsteps were muffled as I walked through the pile of leaves.

They were all fresh, the remains was so fresh.

My head was turned.

I only saw a quarter of it.

I could not make out of its color, or its texture.

There was only water, splashing, pouring.

Sprinkling through the rocks, reverberating.

And branches breaking of from trunks of trees.

I heard; perceived a little.

Such limited perception of things bothers me.

A sage would probably tell me though:

A fuller view would probably be bliss or the edge of a cliff.