The Night Starts Here: Phase 3 Block 37 Lot 17
The Very Thing: 
gloomy
gloomyCelebration Guns: Payong || Ceres and Eugene
Maintenance Hall, 11 am | Count Stars on the Ceiling
strangelove addictions | a personal journal by Kath Leomo
because sins require absolution
25 September 2006 @ 12:47 pm
because i cant admit to people that i've been feeling down a lot of times in that jungle of concrete trees and cut-throat dreams. and i cant see myself wandering those lonely halls for the next five years.
help, somebody save me.
help, somebody save me.
The Night Starts Here: under the grey sky
The Very Thing: 
morose
moroseCelebration Guns: Discovery - I Want You Back
29 August 2006 @ 11:46 pm
Misery is an infection. Deadly and feverish. Like all infections it affects your dispositions and your daily functions. Unlike other infections, misery may probably be a little worse than heart disease or lung cancer because you don't know which food to avoid or what medicine to resort to in the middle of the night when misery attacks.
Misery makes you clutch invisible phantoms of hope in the middle of the night while you send out secret litanies of prayers to God. And along with your prayers are desperate attempts to stay around: one more hour, one more day, one more week, one more, one more, one more...
"act naturally. dont let anybody know. dont let your troubles show"
-act naturally; semisonic
Misery are little deaths to the spirit. Which bit by bit, little by little, unfathomable, ungraspable symptoms of infection consumes you until little do you know it: it has cornered you to a blind edge, face-to-face with the well-known sinister mask of misery.
"i've been lying here like a millon years inside my bed. get up, get up, get up"
-whatever it takes; the faders
I thought that this is just one of those days when you wake up in the wrong side of the bed.
I wanna be in comatose.
There is only one cure: all you gotta do is look up, smile--even if little by little you suffer minute deaths. All you gotta do is look UP. If only it was THAT easy.
"I sold my guitar and my piano. I thought that it was these that kept me low. I thought if only I could try and change. That all my pain would be in yesterday" Coffee and Cigarettes; Michelle Featherstone
"too many heartbreaks in this lifetime ain't good for me"
-inside and out; feist.
-inside and out; feist.
HIndi na naman ako gagradweyt, yet. my case is a complicated story: I am in Law School. and i am just a thesis shy of a full college degree. so there. admittedly, it is my fault. and i am so sorry i failed my mom. this morning all i could do is kneel down and cry. No, thesis, no!
Misery makes you clutch invisible phantoms of hope in the middle of the night while you send out secret litanies of prayers to God. And along with your prayers are desperate attempts to stay around: one more hour, one more day, one more week, one more, one more, one more...
"act naturally. dont let anybody know. dont let your troubles show"
-act naturally; semisonic
And yes, i have been praying again. more than the usual. because i feel so miserable about this thesis. there are nights when i cry myself to sleep. and wonder if there are others out there who are just like me. and i turn to dreaming or clutching cold little pillows tighter. and maybe this is all part of HIS masterplan. i just do hope law school is still in it.
Misery are little deaths to the spirit. Which bit by bit, little by little, unfathomable, ungraspable symptoms of infection consumes you until little do you know it: it has cornered you to a blind edge, face-to-face with the well-known sinister mask of misery.
"i've been lying here like a millon years inside my bed. get up, get up, get up"
-whatever it takes; the faders
I thought that this is just one of those days when you wake up in the wrong side of the bed.
I wanna be in comatose.
There is only one cure: all you gotta do is look up, smile--even if little by little you suffer minute deaths. All you gotta do is look UP. If only it was THAT easy.
"I sold my guitar and my piano. I thought that it was these that kept me low. I thought if only I could try and change. That all my pain would be in yesterday" Coffee and Cigarettes; Michelle Featherstone
i turn to people now, and much as i do not like it my lifeline of happiness is in their hands. it's the little conversations which hold me by a string. it's the random "hello" from Law School classmates. or the "hey it's all going to be better" conversations with classmates while walking to Rockwell. it's the little SMS that says "when you come up here, im going to hug you tighter" it's the hug from Y!M i got from my sister's doppelganger.it's the anonymous comments, its the message from friends that tell me i am pretty back in college, its the little things one holds on too.
No, thesis, no!
The Night Starts Here: edge
The Very Thing: 
why does it always rain on me?
why does it always rain on me?Celebration Guns: One Tree Hill 2: Friends with Benefits
23 August 2006 @ 04:44 pm
these are the days you just wish you are in comatose. or dead. or anywhere between non-existent but not alive.
everything is hopeless. and emo. and dark. and crazy. and all those random swear words we could come up with for days like this one.
~Every day every hour
I wish that I was bullet proof
Thesis is Hell. its very tiring to think or do something which you dont really love. (in this case, existentialism and its influence on literature) damn it. not that it's any help. its like waking up realizing i wasted my time taking up Language and Literature. and finding out that the reason why i like that course is because of the part where we study society. damn it, i should have shifted to SocSci. and i would have been happy. or something. something that studies more of the society. too bad, its far too late to turn back now.
~the world has folded in your heart...
feel the waves crash down inside...
And they pull me under
and studying Law in the Ateneo has proved to become worse by the second. my classmates are fine. they're nice. although i ont really have "friends" who i hang out with. i dont really much deal with them because i go home straight from school. because the promise of home is much, much more enticing.
but i think i fvcked up all of my midterms exams. and i feel that i'm never close to smart or industrious as all my classmates are. its getting to be all dragging and sad and sick and crazy and it makes me feel less and less and less.... *sigh* where's the morale potion when you need it?
Where's that "Switch-Off Button" when you need it?
everything is hopeless. and emo. and dark. and crazy. and all those random swear words we could come up with for days like this one.
~Every day every hour
I wish that I was bullet proof
Thesis is Hell. its very tiring to think or do something which you dont really love. (in this case, existentialism and its influence on literature) damn it. not that it's any help. its like waking up realizing i wasted my time taking up Language and Literature. and finding out that the reason why i like that course is because of the part where we study society. damn it, i should have shifted to SocSci. and i would have been happy. or something. something that studies more of the society. too bad, its far too late to turn back now.
~the world has folded in your heart...
feel the waves crash down inside...
And they pull me under
and studying Law in the Ateneo has proved to become worse by the second. my classmates are fine. they're nice. although i ont really have "friends" who i hang out with. i dont really much deal with them because i go home straight from school. because the promise of home is much, much more enticing.
but i think i fvcked up all of my midterms exams. and i feel that i'm never close to smart or industrious as all my classmates are. its getting to be all dragging and sad and sick and crazy and it makes me feel less and less and less.... *sigh* where's the morale potion when you need it?
Where's that "Switch-Off Button" when you need it?
pessimistic26 July 2006 @ 10:03 pm
Anti-Ateneo sentiment! Sa mga superfans ng LaSalle diyan!
bitter guys like these make me so proud I'm not in that school! this is the first time I'm going to actually say this:
(sorry,![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
letterfetter)
bitter guys like these make me so proud I'm not in that school! this is the first time I'm going to actually say this:
ATENEO RULES AND KICKS GREEN ASSes!
(sorry,
letterfetter)pero i LOVE UP pa rin! UP naming Mahal, pamantasang hirang!
The Night Starts Here: Phase III, Block 37 Lot 17
The Very Thing: 
Ateneo, Ateneo, rah! rah! rah!
Ateneo, Ateneo, rah! rah! rah!14 July 2006 @ 07:52 pm
on other news:
(the banalities)
Ø Manny Pacquiao was rushed to the hospital for Gastroentritis. *oh dear, LIKE I erffing CARE!!!*
Ø i did not go to class today
Ø angelica panganiban's parents does not like carlo aquino. *oh the random b*llsh*t of Philippine showbusiness*
Ø Israel blasts Beirut airport for 2nd day
Ø there had been 47 landslides in Baguio already
♥ tomorrow is a Saturday
♥sugarhouses and myself made me a new lay-out! wuuupieee...!
♥ it's ABEL QUINTOS' birthday today.
♥ I MISS him. saw too many people kissing on TV. couldn't help but miss my crazy boy.
♥and his mom cooked him Spaghetti.
(the banalities)
Ø Manny Pacquiao was rushed to the hospital for Gastroentritis. *oh dear, LIKE I erffing CARE!!!*
Ø i did not go to class today
Ø angelica panganiban's parents does not like carlo aquino. *oh the random b*llsh*t of Philippine showbusiness*
Ø Israel blasts Beirut airport for 2nd day
Ø there had been 47 landslides in Baguio already
♥ tomorrow is a Saturday
♥
sugarhouses and myself made me a new lay-out! wuuupieee...! ♥ it's ABEL QUINTOS' birthday today.
♥ I MISS him. saw too many people kissing on TV. couldn't help but miss my crazy boy.
♥and his mom cooked him Spaghetti.
The Very Thing: 
fridays are love
fridays are loveCelebration Guns: l.o.9.v.e. || Swayzak