on the tuition fee increase- we rallied against it, and according to kuya raffy (student regent) during the last UNISO meeting, they did not discuss tuition fee increase in the BOR meeting. They listened to us for now, I just hope they don't completely shut us up the next time.
the UNISO meeting was so fun. When kuya Raffy came everyone shut up, and for a minute, I felt as if i was stuck in an old historical movie where the guerillas were hanging onto every word the mole was saying. You just have to love kuya Raffy.

I feel so mediocre.

I crammed for an exam, when I specifically promised myself no more cramming from this sem onwards. I crammed 7 chapters of mankiw in my head an hour before the econ11 exam and though I felt more confident than I would have in the past after an exam, the migraine wasn't worth it. My head felt as if a million woodpeckers had an art attack on it. the design was my own face laughing back at me.

i've started collecting plastic bottles and other recyclables to sell. This morning, as i was walking to my boarding house after spending yet another night at the dark mother's, I found a plastic bottle on the sidewalk under a car. I picked it up and laughed at myself. basurera na talaga ako.. No openings at pizza hut. they're looking for delivery boys, not waitresses. Too bad I can't drive.
I'll never get Soo www.eluts.com T_T

i miss my mr. pronoun. i'm not admiting it anywhere but here.

I need a guitar level up. I feel as if I'm not improving on my own anymore. it's either I'm not going to learn anymore by myself or i'm not going to improve at all. I suck. I know I need to improve, or all musical arrangements for the songs I'll be making in the future will remain simple lest my bandmates come up with musical arrangements themselves.
I haven't started on completing my incomplete subjects and incomplete projects.
I don't think I'll ever amount to anything. I can't write news (if ever I wanted to be in the newspaper industry) I can't ..what's the word?... oh yeah..conform to society (if ever I wanted to be in the tv industry). The only things I'm good at won't land me stable jobs.
i'm doomed. My mom was right in not trusting me.
breathe ara.
now forget everything you just typed down.
i'll forget I'm so bummed, burned out, and uninspired right now.
i'm so impatient. I know something will come up soon..

i don't have any idea how i feel.

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36925335/

that piece was too roughly strewn together. i just typed it down on an impulse. it wasn't even a poem before i typed it down. in other words, it's a rough summary of my feelings. I don't know what I feel.

I'm bittersweet. Part of me is excited. My heart is pounding, the euphoria is coarsing through my veins. but I have absolutely nothing to be happy about. My brain doesn't recognize the happiness that my heart is claiming. It's as if I plugged an MP3 player in a CPU and the CPU isn't recognizing the device.

I'm seriously going nuts if that's the case.

But then, there's a part of me that feels as if it's being folded into itself as I type this down. I don't understand this. I'm hungry.




p.s. this is a more discreet extension of my old blog, www.tabulas.com/~newmoon_maiden (if discreet were ever possible with blogs). I will post right about anything and no one can stop me. NO ONE!!! MUWAHAHAHA