Taggehd *o*

TEN THINGS THAT MADE ME HAPPY recently.

1 Xa's Debut! ^____^ it was really, really great! Hahaha.
2 Meanness...  :> Ang mean ko dun sa Ball-Star Dancers (?) !! Pero,.. well... sila eh!!
3 Fishes. Apat na goldfish namiin ^_______^
4 Me hair:D
5 Abstract illustrations made by some fanatical egoist. Ha.
6 A certain lamination I made :D
7 LAVENIIIRS
8 Cake :3
9 Mich!!! Yes! You are a happy thingh!! Hahaha.
10 THIS TAAG. Oooh, yes. Do it, and you will be haappyy :)

Hence, I tag: VANNY, Merri, Drei, Patrick, Hannah, Geo :D

hair CUT!!

tun dun dun!! parang horror! hahaha.

well, well. it's gone. most. of. it. weeee!
it is a physical manifestation of change, a disguise, a step closer to the quest. for. IDENTITY!! D:

gyaah! this is how i look now. (pissed) haha. for the benefit of those, who will not see me, anymore, anytime soon.

chka para hindi kayo magulat! i mean, magugulat kayo now tas,.. there! :D

i can finally comb/run my hand through my hair nowzz!! :D

Pampanga Trip 8D

and amateur photography 8I

painstakingly uploaded *_*
enjoy:D

Ode to the Use of Imagery :3

     Rules:

* Answer the questions below.
* Take each answer and type it into Google.
* Take a picture from the first page of results and post.
* You can't copy the answers of the person who posted this before you.

1. The age you will be on your next birthday:
>>Vanessa!! It's Mahalakshmi! Har. Reminiscent of a certain..ehrm..class.

2. A place you'd like to travel:


3. Your favorite place:

4. Your favorite food:



5. Your favorite animal:

Your favorite color:


7. The first name of your significant other:

8. The town in which you live:

9. Your nickname/screen name:
10. Your first job:



11. A bad habit you have:

12. Your worst fear:

I tag MICHELLE! MERRI! VANESSAAA! :D and PATRICK!! (double-tagged!)
nyahaha :3

Possible Cases When Cramming For a Plate

Here we observe cases possible in the event that a student crams for a major plate.

GIVENS: Submission of plates at 2PM today. All that is accomplished is the pencil draft of floor plans. We need 2 site plans, 1 perspective, 1 section, and 2 elevations.

CASE 1. Oversleeping.
    Example. I slept at 12 last night, intending to wake up at three in the morning, but waking up, aghast, at eight.
       CASE 1a. The alarm volume was too low.
       CASE 1b. The person sleeping near me turned off the offending alarm.
       CASE 1c. I subconsciously hit the off button.

CASE 2. Your drawing pen ink may run out.
    Example. Halfway through my second-floor plan, my 0.1 pen (which a use for door swings and other such imaginary elements) ran out of ink.
       CASE 2a. I use that pen a lot for non-drafting purposes.
       CASE 2b. It is just for a moment. The ink will resume after you have inked imaginary elements with your 0.3.

CASE 3. The deadline may be extended.
    Example. By 1.30, I find out that it is moved to 4pm.

CASE 4. You may not have time to take a bath.
    Example. Remember, these are merely possibilities.

CASE 5. It is your best friend's birthday.
    Example. Today is my Michelle's birthday, and I haven't forgiven myself yet.

CASE 6. There may be other requirements due that day.
    Example. An Arch 16 paper is also due today, until 5:30PM. It was the fastest Arch 16 paper I have ever written, and it was also the one I like best.
       CASE 6a. You have run out of A4 sized paper, which is one of the requirements.
       CASE 6b. You have no time to cut your A3 in half.
       CASE 6c. You resort to bond paper, hoping the prof's angel won't tell.

CASE 7. There is a Math 14 Exam tomorrow.
    Example. It isn't a problem, really, seeing as I went through CASE 1.

CASE 8. This event may prove traumatic.
    Example. I swear to never ever cram my plates again. This does not include exams. Please refer to CASE 7 for my next predicament.

Huzzah! Alyssa at 18!:D

it was fun:3 too bad i wore a gown that stopped me from dancing. arg.
but i guess it was a good thing for the people who were watching.

Repression is a Vice

Somebody murdered my inner child.
It happened sometime in the night, with a stabbing knife that was meant for me.

The child was on the throes of death while I lay peacefully sleeping, and I woke up to find that things were not as they were before. Sunlight had filtered through the blinds, stale and indifferent.

(Is this how I’ll be seeing the world from now on?)

I did not know at the time that I’ve already lost her, and maybe you can imagine a little how I felt when I did find out.

I saw her, then. She was about sixteen, with dark locks and slender fingers. I could not tell whether her gray eyes were inherent, if it was because of death, or if she had them because she was stark and empty inside. There was no blood. Only sadness, and mute bewilderment.

I gently guided her lids shut. Her lips formed a small frown; her skin, a ghostly white. And I realize, aghast, that I was the cause of her sallow condition.

She was young, free-willed…beautiful. But I chose to believe that my fears do exist, and that I was no better than anybody. She was neglected, unappreciated—by me—and yet she chose to save me, to end her life for my sake.

It was a death she did not deserve. What she deserved is happiness, freedom, life…and yet, she received none of it.

I walked around the city, empty. I imagine her cringing every time I walked looking down at the pavement, when I should’ve held my head high. Sick of me thinking that everybody is quietly judging my every move. Deprived of love. Weary of hoping. I lost touch with her, and all she could do is hug herself in a corner inside my body, living off the little warmth I have.

Perhaps she wanted to die. Maybe I deserve to know what it’s like to lose my inner child. I suppose she did not want to exist anymore, and died in my place for her own sake.

I went back and I watched her until she was no more than a faint flicker; and when she was gone, a cold wind dried away the trails of my tears.

I walk out of the apartment building. I stroll down the streets and notice something different. An old man was sitting on a bench, feeding pigeons. Beside him a little boy smiles adoringly at the plump birds. A woman sits on a bench, contemplating the pavement. In front of her a teenager, staring her right in the face—upset. There are children everywhere—smiling, tugging, clinging, frowning…crying.
 

They are happy. Miserable. Indifferent.
It was easy to tell.