When all you want to do is sleep but can't...

dear diary/journal/blog (whatever),

can i give you another name?

cause diary/journal/blog sucks.

so i'm calling you...

hmm...

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kitsune.

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dear kitsune,

i can't sleep.

what do normal people do when they can't sleep...?

count sheep...?

nah, i'd rather count kitsunes.

coz kitsunes eat sheep.

one kitsune.

two kitsunes.

three kitsunes.

four kitsunes.

five kitsunes.

six, seven, eight, nine, ten kitsunes.

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one kitsune jumping over a fence.

two kitsunes jumping over a fence.

three kitsunes jumping over a fence.

four kitsunes jumping over a fence.

five kitsunes jumping over a fence.

six, seven, eight, nine, ten kitsunes jumping over a fence.

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not working.

milk...?

i don't wanna drink milk.

besides, i'm too lazy to move from my spot.

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geez, i'm bored.

bored.

bored.

bored.

the internet's slow.

must be because of all the nocturnals out there.

hey, i'm not a nocturnal.

that was before.

i'm an insomniac now.

which means i couldn't sleep.

even if i wanted to.

and even if i badly need to.

cause i still have a consultation around 8 tomorrow.

i mean, later.

so that gives me less than, hmmm, 3 hours to sleep.

ah, screw sleep.

i'll just doze off during my class tomorrow.

i mean, later.

or do you think i should just skip my class...?

i've been dyin' to do that all summer.

but i haven't got the chance.

tch.

too bad, eh?

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this is not working...

i guess i'll just ramble off to sleep.

-shrug-

i want to eat ramen.

i haven't eaten one before but naruto seems to like it a lot.

do kitsunes eat ramen, too?

i'd let you have some if you want.

hmm...

you know what?

i just realized i'm turning seventeen in a few months.

^O.o^

no. way.

but i don't want to be seventeen.

-pouts-

i want to be sixteen forever.

wait, i think i said this when i was thirteen.

tch.

i'll just forget my birthday, not celebrate it, and pretend i'm still sixteen.

you think that will work?

on second thought... i don't wanna be sixteen...

i wanna be fourteen...

coz fourteen's such a nice number...

reminds me of mitsui...

and well, seven times two is fourteen.

i love seven.

but i don't want to be seventeen.

-sigh-

this is going nowhere...

where's that sleep fairy when you need her?

geez.

anyhows, staring at the keyboard doesn't really help.

i'll go stare at my phone instead.

g'night, kitsune.

Insomnia sucks...

and carrots, too.

i hate them both.

they're so not good for my health.

and they're gonna be the death of me.

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i think.

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darn.

i freakin' have a seven-thirty class tomorrow.

shit.

make that later.

arrgghh.

the hell's wrong with me??

i wanna go to bed already.

double darn.

i'm already in bed.

azhool.

wtf am i mumbling about?

i think my brain's already asleep.

tch.

oh, wait.

i don't have a lit class later.

just the consultation.

riiiiiiiiiight.

wth am i supposed to tell my teacher...?

"uhh... i do think elizabethan women are... you know... push-overs... coz men bullied them back then and they seem to be enjoying it."

yeah, right.

i am so not aiming for an F.

-sigh-

i wanna cut my classes.

ES sucks.

well, not really.

it just...

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sucks (for the lack of a better word).

i'm gonna sit at the back of the classroom later, hide behind those tall guys, and sleep my way through class.

or is it better if i remain in my seat in front and sleep my way through class...?

ah hell, who cares?

either way, i'd still get my well-deserved sleep.

hah!

darn.

i almost forgot about the workshop.

tch.

i just hope i don't fall asleep while drilling the aluminum shit, i mean, sheet.

unless i want to drill my hands instead.

gulp.

no thanks.

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ahh, fawk.

i've been rambling again.

geez.

to hell with this.

insomnia sucks.

and carrots, too.

Suicidal...? Nah, I don't think so.

Hmmm...

Well... it's not the first time I nearly got hit by a car...

And I've only been hit once (by a bicycle, no less...) because I always have someone to pull me out of the street most of the time...

but yesterday...

yesterday was stupid.

I was stupid.

And mentally impaired (probably from too much lead in engineering workshop... hmm...).

Cause tell me, who in their right minds would cross the street half-asleep...?

No one.

Except me.

I don't really know what happened yesterday. i was on my way home and as i was crossing the road from the blue eagle gym to the soccer field, I fell asleep.

Yep, just like that.

But I was still walking. I think. Or I must have stopped in the middle of the road or something.

Next thing I know, I was startled by a car's loud honking and its bumper's only a few inches away from me. D:

Obviously, I was in its way.

So I was there, standing in the middle of the road, and I just have to stare at the said car stupidly (as if it would say something. duh.).

In all honesty, I didn't know what to do. I took a step back before I decided to just cross the street.

I was in a state of shock for a few seconds before I found myself laughing my ass off. I had absolutely no idea about what just happened. I really must've fallen asleep while crossing. I can't think of any other way to explain it. hmmm...

But it was a funny experience. Hilarious, even. I have to do this again sometime... not.



P.S.
To all the drivers who got caught in the jam (all six or seven of you) because of my stupidity, I am deeply sorry.

when boredom strikes...

arrggghh..

nakakainis...

nakakainis talga...

i don't know why i'm so pissed off, but i am.

and i don't even know why.

kasi hindi ako nakapanood ng spiderman3...?

kasi hindi ko napanood ung episode ng prince of tennis ngaun...?

kasi hindi ko mapapanood ung episode ng hana yori dango...?

kasi nawalan ako ng load...?

kasi umuwi na sina mommy...?

kasi hindi ako makalaro ng weff ngaun kasi wlang winzip 'tong pc sa internet shop...?

kasi wlang headphones 'tong pc ko...?

kasi ang bagal ng internet...?

kasi gusto kong magsulat pero wala akong papel...?

kasi inaantok na ako pero hindi ako pwedeng matulog dito sa internet shop...?

kasi nakakapikon ung summer classes ko...?

kasi hindi ako nakasama dun sa summer camp...?

kasi... kasi... kasi...

ewan...!

basta... naiinis ako ngaun...

gusto ko ng bagong stuff toy...

gusto kong maglaro ng bball sa arcade...

gusto kong pumuntang EK...

maglalaro ako ng bump car...

tpos bubungguin ko lahat ng lumapit sakin...

kaya nga tinawag na bump car diba??

o kaya sa star city na lng...

gusto kong pumunta dun sa dante's inferno...

di ko pa nata-try pumasok dun...

masaya raw dun... nakakatakot...

tpos magmumukmok na lng ako dun sa limbo...

dun namn daw napupunta ang mga nawawalang bata e...

ung mga tinataboy at pinabayaang bata...

mag-gho-ghost haunting na lng ako dun...

kakaibiganin ko na lng ung mga multo dun para masaya...

tpos mananakot na lng kami ng mga engot na pumapasok dun para lang takutin sarili nila...

haaaayy...

wala rin...

naiinis pa rin ako...

tch.

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*

An Idiot's Guide to Oral Presentations

[1] Do not eat anything before the OP. 

This will guarantee you a splitting headache with a touch of lightheaded-ness. It will make you feel like you are floating. Isn't that great?

[2] Sleep late the night before your OP. 

You'll bore yourself with your speech and start mumbling things that are not related to you topic.

[3] Maintain eye contact. 

Your OP would have been effective if you're maintaining eye contact with the audience, not with the wall at the back of the room.

[4] Make a script. 

And leave it on your chair so that you can stutter all your way through your OP.

[5] Choose an airconditioned room for the OP. 

And freeze yourself to death before your presentation starts.

It's not everyday you get to meet a psychotic teacher

Fuck. What the hell?! who, in their right minds, would suddenly accuse a group of innocent people to be a bunch of liars? Well, I’ll be damned. Only she can do that.

It’s not everyday that you get to meet a psychotic teacher. I can only thank the gods for keeping my sanity intact all these time. I could’ve strangled her right then and there. Arrrgghh… c’mon, anyone who had the bad luck of knowing her won’t even dare disagree with me. Well, not unless they wanted to die from the hands of all those people who wanted so much to get rid of her.

-sigh- if only it’s that easy to just blatantly scream to her face that she’s f****** insane. But damn, my grade is at stake here. Unless I want to fail her subject that badly and die of embarrassment afterwards, I have no choice but to risk my sanity and put up with all her madness. Oh, merciful gods from above, what have I done to deserve such cruelty? I haven’t even plotted murder [yet] against my previous lab teacher no matter how incredibly annoying he (she..?) is.

I dare you to say that my reasons are not justifiable. I’ll state them out clearly for you, if you want. It was only when I met her that I really understood the meaning of ‘looks can be deceiving’. Hah! Deceiving, my a**! I was stupid enough to believe she had any bit of goodness in her. Okay, I’ll give her 1% of goodness for giving me partial points – wait, make that partial point (without the 'S') - in my last long exam. Like that would help. Duh.

I wouldn’t have been so scared to recite in her class if it weren’t for the gut feeling that i'd get that she has this ability to eat me, if not the whole class, alive. Okay... that's just sick... eurgh... but still, my statement still stands. She's just too easy to hate. Besides, what kind of teacher would tell her students that they should already know whatever it is that they were asking her about. Uhhmm... hello? Earth to you, i'm-not-saying-your-name-coz-it's-taboo. That's why we asked, isn't it? Coz we don't f****** understand what the hell it is that you're talking about. Oh, for goodness sake! You're a teacher! And teachers are supposed to TEACH, not make students feel that they can't get any more stupid than they feel they already are. And she's the only teacher i know who takes her anger out on her students' grades (well, aside from my physics teacher back in HS, that is).

As much as i wanted to elaborate on her being such an a**, i'm afraid i might go to hell if i do so. Ahh, i pity the fool who fell in love with her. Ooops... my tongue, i mean hand, slipped. Forget i ever said that. XD

And now, i can only pray for some sort of divine intervention to save us, if not me, from this cruel madness . If that won't work, i doubt anything else will.

Well, i guess i better stop ranting. Someone might sue me for doing so. But i think being in prison is better than having her for a teacher. Lol. Juz kidding. XD XD i just hope she doesn't read this. -deadpan- but if, by any chance, she does, it's either she kills me, or i kill myself in shame beforehand... oh well, at least one got rid of the other. -shrug- anyway, i really ought to end this post. I'm still too young to die. I still need to live to start a hate campaign against her. -evil laugh-

well, i'm off. Later, guys.

Ja mata ashita. ^_~