A very personal blog

Category: Personal

  • what a day

    first thing in the morning we had a quiz at discrete math, followed by the ICON general assembly. we were supposed to hold the election today but it was POSTPONED because of a lot of freaking issues. i don’t know, it was a totally uncool day. supposedly, the remaining partylists should present themselves, have a…

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  • ate, pengeng ketchup

    PE awhile ago was okay. i lost in badminton, but i won twice in pingpong! that’s like my first wins everr. take note that none of us were really good at it. it’s either i sucked, or my opponent sucked more… and vice versa (if i lost). ice cream craving #1 fulfilled. brian finally treated…

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  • puppy love, stupid love, true love. i'm on stage 2.

    some things are better left unseen right? if it’s the only thing that would keep my sanity intact. i never wanted this to become serious, i never thought it would – in the first place. but it did. life’s one way of saying fuck you is by making me fall in love with someone i…

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  • whew

    i need a break. i rrrreaaally need a break. a pint of coffee crumble ice cream, or cheeseburger with lots of ketchup. just something i can use to unwind. this day was particularly busy… i’m talking about work. i don’t know about systems, but we don’t have one. my boss isn’t systematic after all, and…

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  • always one foot on the ground

    QUOTE QUOTE QUOTE QUOTE QUOTE QUOTE answering machine*beeeeeeeep* “i wish i could be there for you, but whenever i want to express my concern… i hesitate and do otherwise, because there are already a lot of people who gave theirs, so i thought you wouldn’t need mine. and i never actually felt you needed mine…

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  • i still hate motorcycles

    do you have any scars on your body? if so, how did you get them? — random formspring question that question reminded me of my greatest trauma. one hungry night… terai, vianne (a dormmate) and i went to buy food. while walking, a speeding motorcycle passed by and hit my right arm. tapos my head…

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