a letter to universe.

Dear Universe,

My name is Dyl. I am nineteen years old. I'm a small girl with grand dreams of a better world. But right now I have problems that's keeping me away from my dreams. I write to you, hoping you'd help me. Will you, universe?

Love,
DyL

things aren't going well for me now. exams are piling up day by day by day and i can't keep up. theres soOoo many things thats on my mind at the same time. im seeing circuits and voltages when all i should see are blinking red and green lights. my brain is super constipated na. it's letting out little sounds*pfroOoot*. its like trying to tell me to STOP thinking for once and just go to a 'brain banyo' and relieve her [my brain].

happy. i do not know the word. i couldn't find its meaning in my vocabulary these days. im having a bad case of megrims*. i'd rant on a lot of things to a lot of people 'til their ears hurt. i'd literally cry in the middle of our study session because my brain wouldn't take in anything or just from plain exhaustion.

and so i write to universe, hoping he'd come up with something and help me in this state im in.

I have devils on my mind
And the hour's getting late
There's nothing more to have
I'm waiting for the day

~ Covenant - Afterhours

what do you get when you cram?
an intense feeling of wanting to kill yourself..

grrgg..die! die!

i have developed unconciously the art of cramming when i was in highschool. what with long quizzes, reports, research presentations in one day, one whole week rather..you can't do that in just one night or one weekend!! so am left with no choice. cram.^^ so there..if cramming wasn't enough i [we] shift to the hand-eye coordination technique, whatever it is..you figure it out..^^


now its my third year in college..and i still havent changed..i still cram but not often than i use to..haaay..but this is just one of days that i cant help it..and as always its no good..i didnt shift to the other technique though..i just wanted to kill myself for dozing of last night..might have been really exhausted..but over what?

turmoil.
a state extreme confusion or agitation.

bad case of dysmenorrhea + academic pressure + nag-aalborotong boyplen = turmoil

pamatay na toh..

ang mahiwagang wig.
bow.

presenting..the highly respected governor of COE...when he's alone..^^

another highly respected official..kuya jerome..

ang first lady..nahawa din..

ewan ko ba kung anong meron sa wig natoh..may ginagawa sa mga matitinong tao..

kill him.

"bes, yaw pagnana..kblo bya ka na ikaw ako lyf. dili ko mabuhi kung wala ka, so yaw na pagnana. nanu man ka nag-inom?.."

oh pls..if the guy dumped you. the guy dumped you. you dont have to stick to him like glue and settle for second best (for this case, way last on the priority list). not worth it.

you're a woman. one unique individual. someone worth loving. you shouldn't degrade yourself and lower your standards for some "loving". if you call it that. your letting yourself get used. that's stupid. stupid. stupid. stupid.

what's worse..pinagkakalat pa niya ang mga text messages mo..ang feeling! he treating you like crap! this good for nothing guy!! KILL HIM!!

haaay.. i just had to let that out. sohorr* eh kasi nagpapakagaga na naman tong kaibigan ko sa isang walang kwentang tao. nakakainis. hindi talaga nadala..

*expression:means sorry; origin: ms. saab

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the happy days. i just had to post this. mishu guys..*sniff*

i sit.

waiting.
patiently waiting.

i wait for the sun to rise.

i wait for the rooster to spread its wings and sing its tune.

i wait for the world to wake up.

i wait. i patiently wait.

i wait for my supposedly eager friends to come.

i wait for the sound of their footsteps on the cold pavement.

i wait until the strike of 7.

i hope they come...

brimming happiness = hollow sadness

proud to be pinoy.

Bituin Escalante sang the national anthem sa Mano-a-Mano. beautiful singing i tell you. you can feel the nationalism man! nanimbawot ako balahibo (goosebumps).

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this is a story of two thumbs who belonged to a man who never looked up.

day and night the thumbs worked non-stop sending messages to other people who never looked up.

the world became smaller but NOT necessarily closer...

--close-up ad--

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Happy Birthday Sister!! ^_^ labshu!

aisa.

we were never close.

sure we had some moments together and we certainly had our share of heart-to-heart talks. but we never had that closeness i have with my sister, mimyaw or my besfriends.

but during the time when my life was in turmoil, when it was so twisted, when everything was sooo wrong..she sent me this..

when we sigh about our problems, they grow double,
but when we laugh about them & lift them up to God,
they become bubbles!
have a bright and bubbly life!

thank you so much ais, your message made my day..^^