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Merry Christmas to everyone!!! Especially my smoochy classmates and friends (You know who you are).
Yes, it’s this time of the year where we open gift boxes, eat suburban cuisines, annoy our beloved Godfathers and Godmothers for stealing almost all of their hard earned penyas, Visit “The All” for gaining questionable answers, Yes!!! By the sounds of it, this particular day that we call “Christmas” or “X-mas” or “Pasko” or “Godparents Hell day” or whatever you may call it is about enjoyment and gatherings. Slice that ham into three servings and we’ve got ourselves some treats and trickery. Eat your lungs out and hope that your stomach will endure the acidic rush. After the chew fest, go for Le comfort room and concentrate all of your chakra to release the ultimate tension between your legs and you rectum *Eyes turning into Byakugan mode*. Kage bunshin no jutsu…or maybe…Tsidori…..or likely…. Rasenggan…The damage has been done, but Christmas isn’t surely over. Enjoy more, take more, play more, poop more and give less is the motto for most teenagers nowadays. Tear the flowery paper to reveal some amusements and entertainments. Yep! Christmas sure is fun.
Happiness aside, I thought yesterday evening will be the revelation of the “yet to be” future of my life. When I opened my account in YM, I stumbled upon Benedict De Leyva or as we know him “Dyiele Mi Luana”. We chit and chat and talked and typed. I must admit, I do bug him because of the great secret Peria and him have been keeping from me since I wrote sins not tragedies. The historical background has been already spilled by Jan*toot* but Ben*toot*keeps on insisting that I should somewhat read his artywonkys. “Find it for yourself” maybe is the mentality of this comrade of mine. I’ve been jingling and tingling and perhaps snorting some thoughts from here to there on, but still no signs nor clues to ease my quandary. I know the battles and duels that have been happening these past few months. Winged Kuribo™ attacked Blue-Eyes White Dragon™ using her sneak attacks and elimination kinnda offense. Without a doubt, the dragon rolled over and charmed Yugi™ with her charismatic shenanigans unknowingly. But that is just a pinch of the real hidden agenda. Damn, I hate Yugi-oh™!!! To speak for different opinion, I asked Dyiele for some hint. Again, he pointed out his blog. Yet again I read his blog and found absolutely nothing. So much for the revelation part.
Anyway, Merry Christmas to all, Happy birthday to “HIM”, Good luck to some, Bye-bye to me.
Ces’t La vie…
I’m feeling kindda….
You’ve got this new head filled up with smoke
And I’ve got my veins all tangled close
To the jukebox bars you frequent
{They’re} the safest place to hide
A long night spent with your most obvious weakness
You start shaking at the thought you are everything I want
‘Cause you are everything I’m not
And we lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close (How close is close enough?)
We lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close
I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way
My inarticulate store bought hangover hobby kit, it talks
It says, “You, oh, you are so cool.”
Scissor shaped across the bed, you are red, violent red
You hollow out my hungry eyes
You hollow out my hungry eyes
And we lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close (How close is close enough?)
We lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close
I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way
I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way (worst way)
{I bite my tongue. I take my time and}
I’m gonna make damn sure that you can’t ever leave
No, you won’t ever get too far from me
You won’t ever get too far from me
I’ll make damn sure that you can’t ever leave
No, you won’t ever get too far from me
You won’t ever get too far from me
You won’t ever get too far from me
You won’t ever get too far…
I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way (worst way)
I’m gonna make damn sure
I just wanna break you down so badly
I just wanna break you down so badly (damn sure)
In the worst way (worst way)
It’s funny why this song keeps heading up in my peculiar brain. I’m missing someone not hating someone. Maybe because of the “You are everything I want, cause’ you are everything I’m not” line….Well whatever, nevermind…..
Ces’t La vie
Yuletide season is coming close real fast; hence I’m missing someone real quick too.
I’m feeling sick when I think about this alter ego of mine. Sweet peanut eating eggs!!! I gotta forget it. *sniff, sniff* I hate having a fever that I can’t sweat. Panic! At the bedroom.
Sheez! Come January, I’ll be seeing you…
(My face, while feeling sick,click the image to see me morphing)
The world isn’t prepared for the coming devastation you guys brought, and the people aren’t united by your puppy love. The tandem of Jessically Jamesful is making some issues from here to there. Surrendering now is not my final option, I prefer to fight. Isn’t that right meowth??? This song comes to my mind when I heard the chiming of someone’s jingle bells. This is for you team rocket.
Is it me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you’re sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin.
I’ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better f*ck
Than any boy you’ll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
Let’s get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So I guess we’re back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
(Let’s pick up, pick up)
Oh now I do recall, we were just getting to the part
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
I hope you didn’t expect that you’d get all of the attention.
Now let’s not get selfish
Did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?
Let’s get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Let’s get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let’s get these teen hearts beating. Faster
I’ve got more win, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better f*ck
Than any boy you’ll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
Let’s get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
And hold a lover close
Let’s get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let’s get these teen hearts beating. Faster
*bump*This is my final post about Le team rocket’. No more poke’mon!!!!
Ces’t La vie….
Many thanks for this people who have spent their lives with me. I would be nowhere without you guys. I’m so glad that I’ve met you all. Thank you sooo much. ARBT/COOL DUDES:
Richmond “Black Orchid” Buenaflor
Benedict “Dyiele Mi Luana” Leyva
Joshua “Zirusyuki” Jimeno
Jeffrey “Nitros” Vedana
Rafael Carlo “Enggrande Mono” Fernando
Jan “Perya” Perianes
A.J “Century quail Egg” Cruz TF squad:
Dane “Magrette or Margaret??” Jornacion
Verni “Teka,Teka,Teka” Alarcon
Jhat “Ishwashinegr” De Asis
Flor “Liz” Grumo
Margie “THE EYE” Perena
Irwin “Winnie” Miraflores SDF squad:
Idda “Estri” Jimenez
Kristen “KIKAY!!” Cabalda
Melodina “BEST DRUMMER EVER!” Macabuhay
Jamie “Like brother like sister” Dolores The Manayzzz??? (meron pa ba?):
Chrizarah “Adiktus”
San Juan
Beann “Bavarian” Quilala
Donna “Aheyu!” Lopez
Princess “Prensis” Abat
Aira “Sanity” Sanidad
Giovanni “Is a wonderland” Fernando
Famela “Ghetto Fam” Dacillo NWO (New world Order):
Kathleen “Pussykath” Reyes
Angeli “Astreech” Pontillas
Czarina “Wag, czar!!” Escalicas
Gelline “Tsong” Dominggo
Patricia “Phatty” Dacayo The Dynamic Duo:Tim “Timo!” De jesus
Kristine “Kerith!” De Ocampo Special cheers:Mrs. Teresita “Chang” Yuan
Lester “Mastah” Buenviaje
SOUTHRIDGE PRIVATE HIGHSCHOOL
Again, thank you all sooo much for the gravyful time we had….. Ces’t La vie…
Mi denial noitcnas:
Petrified stupefied. Everyday living, beginning to become a nightmare. Eating gaseous substance away. She’s dead before she was even born. To be damned with a fiend is her fate. To hide behind her masquerade is her amusement. Part of Oblivious.
Sechrubhim:
Cunning, Deceiving. Eliminate everyone and everything that stops her vicious plan. Eyes of a tragedy.
MoitiémoitiéTOvientehuit:
To have someone. To place across the red box. Eyes of a fallen angel.
Ces’t La vie…
“Innocent I am to this industry, new found glory from this eulogy”. Backstabbing is an issue for me, appearing just before my very eyes. A creature just bashed me with her words while I turned my back on her. I don’t know the reasons and raison d’être for her to discriminate me in a way that my whole persona will be shattered. Personally, I don’t have any virulence for this person. Actually, I care for her so much. But read this one if you want to receive some refreshments.
“ Wala akong pake-alam kung bina-back stab mo ako. Wala akong Pake-alam kung anong tingin mo at ng mga kaibigan mo sa pagka-tao ko. At wala akong pake-alam kung anong tingin sa akin ng mga tao. Nagpapakatotoo lang ako, Eto ang totoong ako, namnamin mo!!! Kung ayaw mo sa akin, e di wag. Lantaran lang naman to’ ng kanya-kanyang baho eh. Backstabin mo ko kahit kalian mo gusto, kahit araw-arwin mo pa ayos lang. Kung sa bagay, mas mabuti ng maging maharot kaysa maging PLASTIC!!!”
There you go, eat every word of it. Call me whatever you want, If you think that I’m a flirt so be it, If you think that I’m a man-wh*re so be it, but always remember, don’t expect me to care. I’m just enjoying every moment that I’m spending with every one of my much-loved comrades (my classmates). I’m trying my best to let them know that I deeply appreciate them for whatever explanation by doing absurd actions and gestures. Unfortunately, someone with a twisted metal mind thinks that just I’m a stupid moron who likes doing crazy antics and gimmicks. I don’t have to change myself just because someone thinks that I’m a miserable being. Miserable is you, for you have gave into temptations and fantasies Nathan had offered you a couple of times. Nice to know you, Goodbye….
Ce’st La vie…
Every now and then I realized that the people that I’m socializing with are perhaps a little extreme for me to handle (Except A.R.B.T, those guys are ice cold). And I do mean Extreme. I can call this day “Freaky Friday”. Imagine this scenery, walking up the stairs towards your classroom, you accidentally saw someone showing her wobbling grenades to the whole world. With a surprised face, you looked somewhere else hoping you would see something decent. Then someone showed up and slaps her meat balls into your face. Yuck is the word that I’m pointing out here. For the rest of the gang, it is simply disturbing. The conversations and opinions start to roll up. Breast here, boobies there, fetish meatballs everywhere. When will this ever stop? I’m sick of this and I know that the gang is too. Formulating some hypothesis, the conclusions are just plain silly. Even the game called “Luksong Baka” (or as I call it “Luksong Tanga”) has been invaded with Jeffry’s so called asset. To further understand the situation, I have decided to elucidate some tête-à-tête between Zairusyuki, Dyiele and me.
Zairusyuki: Hoowf!!! Hooowf!!!! Bark!!! Bark!!!! (Hey Symonne, tell me some something about that fat guy over there.)
Symonne: Ok..
Symonne: As my memory serves me correctly, He is in the state of being sucked out of this bunghole. Zairusyuki: Hoowf? (What?)
Symonne: He’s in love.
Zairusyuki: oh.. oooohhhh… Bark!!! (Ah, ok..)
*Then suddenly we saw this disturbing fetish like image*
Dyiele: *Sweat drop* is it me or is it Jesse’ showing her chest finesse to queeny???
Symonne: Don’t worry man; I saw that too…Damn boobies!!!
Zairusyuki: AAAWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!! ( Whadda hell was that!!!!???) Dyiele: *curling up his legs* I want my mommy.
Zairusyuki: Grrrrrr!!! (I want my chew bone…)
Symonne: I want my lawyer….
Dyiele: Another topic in our blogs, eh???
Symonne: Definitely! Remember that wRhOoLrFe post??? I can understand if that wh*re will undress in front of me because it is her mannerism, but Jesse’? What the hell is wrong with this world???!!!
Dyiele: I never thought Jesse would do that!!! We were friends for like 4 years and I thought I knew her. But I guess I was wrong.
Symonne: Yeah, me too. Noticed how she changed, from being a punk drama queen to a horrific wEhSoSrEeJ….. Sheez!!! What a Slu*……… Argh!!! Can’t say it….
Zairusyki: Barf!!!! (I believe SLUT is the word…)
Symonne: Thanks man!!!
Dyiele: What have she done to herself???? She is turning into a complete wasted Slu*….
Symonne: Must be because of Rocket guy… In my opinion, stupidity is the perfect word that suits her well.
Dyiele: 1 is enough, 2 is too much…
Symonne: 3 is just plain stupid….
Zairusyuki: Arf!! Arf!! (What’s the deal anyway, I mean c’mon, she’s wasting her time for that oversexed guy. Gimme a break!!)
Symonne: It’s pretty Surreal…
The exchanging of opinions keeps going on. Alas!! We figured the reasons and manifestations. Being sickly in love with someone will turn you into a mindless tear jerk!!! Save something for yourself, save yourself. By the looks of it, it isn’t the end of the live show. We will definitely see many unmentionables while we stand on our grounds. Only collage will end it all.
Ces’t La Vie
They say Ohio is for lovers while
Paris is for the chemically romantics and Virginia is for the Hopeless loveless. But to think that our moronic altar of morons (R3…Oh Yeah!!) is turned into French kissing love bird’s paradise is quite annoying. Actually, the incident was just hearsay or can be considered as a gossip. Ateh Shieyrilah told me the truth behind the horrific public indecency. I’ll enumerate the whole story by making my own rendition of the classical song “I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.”
“I saw 8Kissing 3”
I saw birdie kissing panty hose
Inside the Computer shop last night
She didn’t see them creep
down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that no one saw
the zipper being unzipped
ThenI saw *censored* tickle *censored*
Underneath his “BIRD” so milky white;
Oh
what a laugh it would have been
If Barney had only seen Alien kissing Nathan’s bird last night…
*applaud applaud*
Have you figured it out??? Mind you, it is just a gossip. I’m not 100% sure if this really occurred. But in the other hand, there have been many witnesses during that licentiousness happened. I too was shocked when I heard the stupidity of these two lewd individuals. I pity *toot* for she had been betrayed by this guy twice and yet she…..Dratzz!!! I’m saying too much (or should I say typing too much). I’ll let you decide for this one. Go figure!
Ces’t La Vie
Continuation…
He then felt the rain drops. He looked up and saw tiny water droplets falling from the sky. He let the tiny particles rush through all over his body. He closed his eyes and thinks about the past. He said “I must be hungry because I’m seeing some shattering images again”. He then reached for the stars, the moon and sky; he felt the weight of his decisions were impossible to hold so he stopped and opened his eyes. He slightly moved his fingers and toes. He shook his head until it is dry enough so he can feel the warmth that is inside him. He opened the door and took an exit in. He slowly stride down the stairs and entered his room. He changed his clothes and waited for the ringing of the telephone. He looked at the alarm clock and saw 10:30. He decided to put down his worries so he laid his head unto the pillow and waited. He dazzled upon the cosmic citizen who hovered in his head. He looked at them with fascination and He let them linger in his soul, for he knew that they are the ones he knew what it feels like to give-up everything and die at the end. He knew that only these citizens know his suffering and hatred that is kept inside him for a long time.
He gazed upon the clock and 12:30 appeared. He hadn’t heard any ringing or any sound at all. He contemplated and reflected on why did it all started. He remembered something about this word. He stupidly said “Oh yeah, must be Love?” He then asked himself why must he wait for nothing. He already knew the outcome of this. He stupidly waits for a phone call from someone that realistically will not even bother calling him. He finally gave-up and felt lonely again, “I must stop drinking too much soft drinks…” he said. His clock then strikes 1:00; He spent his whole night thinking about this. He then heard a sound from the telephone. He rushed towards the phone and slowly picked it up. His heart felt warm again. He then heard a soft voice. He said “I was waiting for you all night…What took you so long??” He heard no reply. He waited and waited until something spilled out. He is still hoping that things can go his way knowing that everything is bound to be shattered apart. He hanged the phone with a busy sound. He can feel his heart aching, every nerves of it are being ripped slowly by a knife like sting. He finally got the message that he is waiting for. He heard her say something about them. He now knows why she left him even though she said she loves him. He utterly said “Why must she make false excuses so that she can get rid of me?” He crazily laughed and giggled. He felt so stupid. He went to his room and lay in his bed with a melted heart. He felt like crying but tears can’t fall.
He gazed upon the clock, 10:37 drawn all over it. He had given many chances, but still he wasted it all. He had given all the time he needed, but still he let time devour itself. He let time pass him by hoping that this will cure his sickness but this only mended a part of a broken heart. He gave everything for her, but she offered him a graveyard of memories. He once dreams of a perfect girl and thought that this is the one that his looking for but fate takes a bizarre twist. He had everything, but he was not destined to be happy. He now suffers from the punishment of consequence. He takes a look back on what happened to him; his life is lived not only on the edge but by the edge. He will not forget about that day when he saw the color that made him breathing, the color that made him strong………The color Vermillion.
Sheeeez!!! Glad that’s over!!! Oh by the way before I forgot, the story is entirely fictional.
Thanks for the band Slipknot and Taking back Sunday because those guys inspired a few phrases here and there.
Ces’t la vie……
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