for your information people, this tabulas has been abandoned.So stop adding this to your links ok? sheesshhh

I went home early... I still feel sick. I think I'm about to have fever. This sucks. And I'm still searching for the right psychiatrist to analyze my grotesque behavior. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going crazy. ... I need ... uhmmmm.. professional help..?! (WHAT?! did I just say that?!)


I'm still thinking of the expenses... And the time it'll eat on my so-called hectic schedule. (practice everyday 4-6, then on saturday, CAT) My parents don't know anything about this. I'm sure they'll go nuts if they find out that I feel I need professional help.. aka a psychiatrist.

Obviously, I can't post anything.. *sigh* A LOT has happened today.. I've just finished typing my report on economics.. I was just about to print it when I realized there was no more ink! Damn! (tanginang yan!)


It's almost 11 na pala.. I'm currently waiting for my dad to get home. hayyy... I can feel that mom will provoke another arguement with me. You see, I'm not allowed to go online after 10 o'clock unless it's something important. Well.. there's nothing important I'm doing right now.. so why da hell am I still online? Uh-oh.. waaaa!!! (rebellious mode :ON)


<--This is me after I go offline! boom!!!


wahehehhehe

I am left here,wary of the night.
Flailing through this hurtful agony.


This life is so severed. *sigh* succumbing this overwhelming compulsion..I'm reaching out of the darkness in desperation for someone to pull me out of desolation.


Complicated questions take up all the empty space inside me. My mind is clouded by all these emotions making it hard for me to see. *sigh*


The salvation for which HE lust.. flares at once, then dies, crushed by the all-encompassing dark.

Yesterday I lived all unawares in bliss,
and knew it not.
My eyes filled with the glories that were all the tomorrows which might never be.
Drinking down every drop of that joy that becomes yesterday.


Heedless and unknowing I drank from a poisoned spring enraptured by the sweetest taste (masking death's quiet promise)
,toasting a perilous beauty of so many nights to come.
Who poured you this libation?


Tainted,
it drips from the lips of an angel (whose wings are black and broken)
and tasting like tomorrows which may never be