I guess jealousy is second nature to some people. The more they see that you’re living a good life, the more they’ll talk. Well, good news is, I don’t give a flying fuck. :p
Let’s all wear BLACK on March19-20 as we strike against repressive policies and campaign for a more accessible education in UP.
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The UP Diliman University Student Council extends its deepest condolences to all the loved ones of deceased UP Manila student who took her own life last March 15.
We condemn the repressive policies that have been implemented in UP. These policies such as no late payment and forced leave of absence should be immediately revoked.
We urge the UP administration to review all the policies being implemented in the university and make sure that no such policy will endanger the rights and welfare of the students
Mark the date! UP Fight!
I’m Pregnant. Now What?!
Pregnancy elicits a wide range of emotions: bliss, confusion, excitement and maybe even fear.…
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Somebody That I Used To Know
♫ ♪ But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing
I don’t even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
No, you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
Guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know ♫ ♪
About me
We are all poets. We create our worlds. Mine is a chaotic painting of aggression, sorrow, pride, Tinged with colors of depression, suicidal tendencies and uncontrolled anger, Flavored by ounces of alcoholic beverages and bitterness. My life is framed inside the boundaries of frustration and fulfillment, Both struggling to take more of the canvass. I draw inspiration from everyday existence. They mold me, empower me and sometimes destroy the last bit of sanity I have. Still, I made these pieces to remind me of how I lived my reality, To remind me… Of how human I am, Of the degree of my neuroticism, Of how maladaptive I became, And how I tried to escape myself… No matter how cruel or sadistic even, No matter how romantic or fancy, No matter how melancholic or just plain stoic my thoughts are. These are my verses, The transcription of my so-called being. And I bring them forth To cherish – once my last days are already counting, To serve as remembrance of a past I loved and hated at the same time. These are my neuroses And this is how I deal with them.
