Tainted Souls

got this from bea-chewtoy's blog:

If you call me ALLY, you're a T_W heaven person, a classmate, a clubmate, an acquaintance, and one of Fuu's friend.

If you call me ALMYRA WITH A I, you are a teacher, and a school admin that still doesn't know how to say my name right.

If you call me ALMYRA WITH A Y, you are an acquaintance, a classmate or a teacher that finally knows my name.

If you call me LEA, you are Clara Rigor.

If you call me LYDD, you are Camille, Krizia, Sofia, Mrs. Aro and people that know my other nickname aside from Ally... you might be a Laureles armian...

If you call me SCYTHEL/SCYTHE, you are my lovable yet insufferable therapist Scar.

If you call me VAN, you are Bari and maybe Bame... you are a Trance person

If you call me RIBS/RIBBON, you are Bame and some CCA (cardcaptor agency) people...

If you call me SERA RAINIELL, you are Reshyll.

If you call me AUNT/IE LETTY, you are a twisted minion of Reshyll.

If you call me WYATT, you are a part of our Halliwell household.

If you call me IT, you are Clarisse or Camille.

If you call me CHEW MASTER, you are Iya, Marian or a person that i bit that now bows down to me. *insert evil laugh*

If you call me MYRA/MYMY/MY, you are family, you are cousin and relative of the like...

If you call me ALMIR, you are my mother.

If you call me YAMBAO, you are a classmate of faraway and my busmates.

If you call me ATE TIN/TIN, you are Karla and Ate Ana (and the list still grows) that confuses me for Ate Tin.

If you call me OT or AUTISTIC, you will probably receive a punch from me... or you are Julianne Bernardo, my classmate in grade 6 that labelled me as such.

If you call me PANGET, you are my sister.

If you call me BIPOLAR PERSON, you are a part of the core of AWL.

If you call me YUNNIE, you are Ate Ana.

If you call me SC1, you are Moning and Patti.

If you spell my name as ALMIRA, MAIMAI, MAIRA, you are a relative, a busmate, a person that knows me but still spells my name as such.

If you spell my name as LYD, you are a classmate that doesn't know how to spell my name.

If you spell my name as ALMYRA, you know me.

If you haven't replied to me or acknowledged me or placed a message on my tagboard, you are a person that i know. you also comprise 99.9999999999999999999% of the people in the world. the lacking percentage is me.

If you are ME, then i will kill you.

Exams were finished yesterday...
Then my auntie and cousin from the states came...
Then i found out that i can't come to the frikkin gathering because our frikking president changed it to the last minute.

Let's see... oh! and i went to a person's funeral today. i miss going to funerals. too bad it was too hot. the coffin was supposed to be there on 10:00 am but they went out of the funeral parlor at 10:30 am... then after one more hour... it came...

there were a lot of people... rich people i mean... they all came all the way from... the other side of the world (america and canada)... then if they didn't come there, they were... well... rich... politicians, judges, etc... well... the dead lolo (may his soul rest in peace) was, afterall, the former canadian ambassador...

what was i doing there again? im just a poor little kid with no money...

oh yes... auntie lou and jillie... not to mention my mother...


well... i also found out that my cousin is allergic to the climate here... well... that's christmas here in the philippines...



okay. okay. i'll stop babbling.







that's all. *BOW*

Parents are bitches waiting to explode.
and if they do, they put you through
something people would like to call "guilt trip"
does that happen to you?

spite spite
if i remember wise men are bitter
how about kids and women?
are they suicidal in nature?





haha! okay. okay. i'll stop now before i kill myself from a medicine overdose aka laughter. this was a little something i made from my over deprivation of internet... and cable... and everything else under the sun. parents ARE bitches don't you agree? *batter eyelashes* the funny thing about this little thing i made was that i made this while listening to "whatever they say" BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! err... for those people who don't know that song, it's a soft love tune *rotflol* *dies*

SEE? I'M DEPRIVED!!!!

oh... and i have found joy in starving myself. now, i don't take dinner and breakfast. only one heavy meal in one day and i'm trying to restrict myself from eating snacks. THIS IS ACTUALLY FUN!!

oh... and the best way to cut without the blood and the scars... USE TOOTHPICK!!! i mean the plastic toothpick. no one in their right or left mind use wooden ones... splinters DO hurt dammit. use the plastic toothpick with the floss at the other end. why do i know this? by accident of course... fras (my father... i would now refuse to call them parents or mother or father except for formal purposes) accidentally hit me with his. it kinda hurts but if you scratch deep enough... the pain is good and if you place water after... no scars... voila!!! *bow*



but bottom note is that:

I FUCKING HATE THE FUCKING WORLD !! FUCKING DAMMIT!!! and i'm sure it hates me too. -_-

gawd... that was a sucky title. harhar.

i spent christmas with... not actually relatives... semi-relatives from the far father-in-law side...

damn rich people of the rich world... at least i lost my english already! (ha! take that camille and your american person with an american accent blah!)

oh well... ate jacqui was nice. (yes i know won bin is hot... yes i know jay chou is hot too... yes i know that there is something wrong with yunnie-dearest-darling) kuya gerome was nice too... (fine arts... O_o)

more to come... i'll edit this later... (wtf? forum post?)