deadlines, eh?

darn.


i'm supposed to be at home right now, watching ninja turtles.


yup, those green creatures with shells on their back, wearing different colored bandanas. aren't they the coolest creatures you've ever seen...? lol.


oh shit. it's past six. i just missed an episode. again. bloody hell.


anyway... stupid rain. i'm stuck here at school. doing paper works. freezing to death. listening to the rumbling of my tummy every now and then. (i wonder if there's a wolf in there. i think that's howling that i hear. heh.)


man, this is stupid. i'm supposed to be doing my paper, not babbling about some useless, random stuffs. geez. i think i'm having another memory lapse. it seems that i'm forgetting that deadly thing called DEADLINE.


gah. it still bothers me why they call it 'deadline'.


dead.


line.


i don't see a point there. there's a line. and it's dead. how stupid can that get...?


hmmm... or maybe because one will be downright dead when he/she didn't submit the bloody requirement within that given time...?


makes sense somehow. -shrug-


but still, it's stupid. curse you whoever you are who thought of the insane idea of having bloody deadlines. (that's the craziest idea i've ever heard, just so you know.) to whoever you are, i hate you. you can go kill yourself now before i find you, else you wanted to die rather brutally.


oh... riiiight. i'm supposed to be bloody doing my paper.


and though it pains me to stop babbling, i'm afraid i have no choice. i have a bloody DEADLINE to put up with.


so yeah, i'm outta here.


later.

031707
Sec C- foyer
07:13pm


current mood: bored. tired.
current song: (i couldn't care less what it is)


take me in your arms
and let's fly away
up there to the countless stars
a world where we can go astray.

away from all this madness
that's slowly eating me inside
build me up a fortress
a place to feel safe and hide.

pull me out of this nightmare
wrapping me up in a cold embrace
and lead me through that flight of stairs
to save me from this frightful craze.

and no matter what happens
don't you ever let go
promise me you'll never let me drift
in that river that for all eternity will flow.

take me in your arms
and let's fly away
up there to the countless stars
a world where we can go astray

away from all this madness
that's slowly eating me inside
build me up a fortress
a place to feel safe and hide

pull me out of this nightmare
wrapping me up in a cold embrace
and lead me through that flight of stairs
to save me from this frightful craze

and no matter what happens
don't you ever let go
promise me you'll never let me drift
in that river that for all eternity will flow

Of Fools and Idiosyncracies

After three days, I still can't get my mind of that incident. That has got to be the most embarrassing day I ever had since I entered college.

Things had been pretty normal that day. I was reading a novel, pretending and utterly failing to study for a quiz, cramming my homework and such... yup, normal indeed.

Or so i thought...

We had to attend this 'Harry Potter' talk for our English class. So there we were, seated at the backmost of the lecture room, waiting for the speaker to apparate and start his/her talk, when somebody told us we were in the wrong room. -.-" Turns out there was a sign just outside the door that the 'Harry Potter' talk was moved elsewhere. Oops, sorry, I must have had a brain malfunction.

It wouldn't have been that embarrassing if the other occupants of the room weren't staring at us as we went outside the room. geez... they should mind their own business, really.

I can only hope that was the embarrassing part of my story. But that's only the start of it. I should have taken it as some sort of premonition.

So yeah, we went to the blasted room, attended the talk, yadayadayada... I was seated right in front of the speaker, two seats in front of my teacher, and I was busy doing my homework for my next subject, Literature. I don't know if the speaker, or my teacher, saw me or they were just pretending not to see me. Well, either way, I don't care. I was just waiting for the speaker to end her talk quickly so that we can all go.

We didn't leave the room right after the talk was finished. We lingered there for a few minutes talking about the novel we were supposed to discuss in Literature. There were still a few of us who haven't finished reading the novel so we were sharing some insights. I was the one who went out of the room first and they followed suit. Two guys who were walking right beside me, engaged in a conversation that went something like this:

Guy1: anong chapter ka na ba?
Guy2: chapter one pa lang...

Of course I was kinda shocked because the novel was four chapters long, not to mention we are supposed to have a quiz that afternoon. And so, I reacted a bit too quickly. I took a half-step forward so that I can at least face them sideways while we talk and exclaimed, "seryoso??!"

They were taller than me so I had to look up just to see their faces and you can just imagine my disbelief when I realized that those two weren't my blockmates and they just happened to be walking beside me, talking about some stuffs. O.o oh god... and they were shocked as well. They were looking at me with a weird look on their faces that can be translated to something like 'huh? what the hell is your problem? do we bloody know you?'

It was really bloody embarrassing...! I almost wished I could evaporate, melt, sublime, apparate, or whatever means of vanishing there is. Congratulations twerp, another brain malfunction strikes again.

Darn. I didn't know I could be so stupid. I almost wanted to hit my head on the wall in shame. If wearing a paper bag over my head wouldn't be more embarrassing, I would have considered doing that. Actually, I did. but since there was no paper bag available, I settled on hiding behind my blockmate's back all the way to our classroom.

It could've been funny in any other case. Actually, I find myself laughing at that silly situation. But yeah, it's pretty hard to laugh at yourself when you know that you've just made yourself the laughing stock of the world for the next ten million years. Maybe I should start writing my autobiography. And I could entitle it A Series of Unfortunate Events. Yeah. That would be nice. At least I'd still be the laughing stock of the world after that ten million years lasted. Ha.

Anyway, before I embarrass myself furthermore, I'm ending this post. I'm not even sure why I posted this. Some sort of remembrance, maybe. *shrug*