Fleeting Portents

What’s with PHantom of the Opera… The music’s all too haunting..

Sigh… Think of me.. think of me fondly when we’ve said goodbye… Then you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free..

So much for wanting to be a grown-up.. forgot what really makes me happy… Almost. But not quite. So immersed in the friggin sch stuff, i just want to pause, Lord. No time to work for happiness- as in, real happiness.

World couldn’t have been better without siren and placid mums, and sisters, and darling brothers, and silently overt dads. Thanks to my family! Missing my Ate! Not anymore here.sigh.

Can i ever climb up all these piles of requirements.. Lord. Ang hirap ng buhay-studyante!!!! Please…somebody write me a eulogy…

At least i’ll die in this state.. drunk ’cause of love.. =)

What plausible explanation exists.. you pay forty thousand pesos, blood money, to please some teachers you have? For sanctity’s sake.. sheesh.. You psych yourself to keep still and try to veer away from the striking and sounding "Noh"s and "Uhh"s and a dumbstruck stare (with a mouth in O-shape under an annoying blob of mustache), and one with mouth so incredulously big and eyes practically popping out.. (God forsake me. Sorry…) A day’s toil and all you get are nose-bleed and a screaming tres for a reflection paper. Might as well make lies and butter up my paper as if it actually can do ‘beautiful eyes’ at her.. Lord.