tsk.
what have i done? ano ba to? ewan.. ano ba tong pinasok ko? lintik.. bat nagkakaganto to? haay..
kung pwede lang i-undo, bat hindi? pero hindi pwede eh.. ano ba yan.. di ko alam gagawin.. shocks.. naku naman.. badtrip… kakasakit ng ulo.
help! tulungan nyo naman ako oh… this is a problem.. a big dilemma.. please help.. i don’t know how to solve this thing na pinasok ko. mas lalaki lang to pag di ko sinolusyonan right here and now..
if only alam ko ang limits ko, di sana ako magkakaganto.. =(
help.. don’t let me fret!
can anyone undo the discoveries of leonard euler? he was such a freak.. an alien.. that guy.. sobrang lupet! masyadong bibo… whoo…
hehe… joke lang.. kaya yan.. math is fun.. aralin mo na yung limits at discontinuities.. open your math 63 book and notes. go girl.. (-;
before my speech bubble blows up... | Comment (0)Lucy…
…isn’t the only one who has short term memory loss (drew barrymore from 50 first dates, remember?). i think she’s even better coz her memory cycle lasts for 24 hours while mine lasts for, perhaps, just less than a quarter of an hour!
Or probably, it’s not that i’m kind of suffering from a fifteen-minute cycle of memory loss… rather i’m suffering from a disorder i dub as an acute form of carelessness/ a.k.a. Neville Longbottom’s syndrome. Imagine, i’ve succumbed to that disorder thrice just this day. How severe could that illness be!?
Earlier today, I was supposed to go to school to pay for my tuition and dormitory fees. I was already in the dorm, arranging my things when I realized my form 5 wasn’t with me. So, i called Daddy so we can go back to my uncle’s house in Project 2 where i left the form i needed. It was so stupid of me coz i prepared it just before we went; unfortunately, i wasn’t able to bring it along. Good thing my dad was patient and kind enough to drive back without reprimanding me.
Then, in Vinzon’s Hall, after submitting my Form 5 to the scholarships section, i realized that my hanky wasn’t with me. Having this insecure feeling without that piece of square cotton cloth with me which i use to cover my mouth whenever my cough "explodes", i looked for it in my pocket and in my bag. realizing i might have left it in the counter of the room, i went back for it. Luckily, it was there, handed by the person i talked to before leaving the room.
Then, in Ali Mall, in the middle of our walk inside the building, i noticed the plastic bag i was holding a while ago was missing. all i could remember was that my dad got it from me so that i wouldn’t be holding anything but my bag. when i saw my dad’s hands empty, i told him immediately. then, he said it wasn’t with him. then, i remembered i deposited it in the baggage counter of Handyman. Good thing he didn’t have the nerves to scold me but instead just gave out a comment, "malilimutin ka na talaga" with just a little tone of disappointment.
I don’t know why i’ve been very forgetful and careless today, when normally, i’m not (though this isn’t the first time it happened. recently, i left the crinkles Mommy gave me as baon and pasalubong for my cousins in the inspection area of the airport boarding area). Why is this happening when in fact there’s nobody whom i could get distracted with?! No boys to keep me out of focus. No math problems to give my brain dilemma. No heartaches from friends. No family problems. Everything’s okay… but my forgetfulness.
This isn’t sign of aging, is it?
I hope not. I’m still 17. haven’t even reached adult stage.
is there any cure for this sickness of mine? I couldn’t afford losing more things. and worse, losing my nerves!
I hope Snape was real so that i could ask him to give me a "concentration potion", if any. Or, i could ask Neville Longbottom to let me borrow the remembrall, a magical piece of sphere her grandmother gave him that gives some sort of signal whenever something was forgotten.
What i could do at the very least is to convince myself not to be careless anymore. But for now, I think it’s time for me to sing a song Adam Sandler’s sang with revised lyrics…Forgetful Leiza..forgetful leiza..
Easy Essays | Comment (0)moderato
take it slow.. cherish your experiences, both the good and the bad ones for they are your most irreplaceable treasures, unique from anyone else’s. happiness gives you the will to share it with others. pain makes you more sensitive of other people’s feelings. wrath helps you reflect on yourself. solitude makes you meditate. losing makes you humble and meek, yet gracious. winning gives you hope.
life, they say, isn’t a race. it’s not the pace; not how fast you conquer it, but how you tackle every contingency you face. like they say: the butterfly counts not months, but moments and has time enough…
carpe diem!
before my speech bubble blows up... | Comment (0)i am
not your barbie doll!
i never was.. never will be your barbie doll.
i don’t wanna be your barbie doll.
can’t you understand?
i’m happy being me..
being me is all i am; all i ought to be..
i’m not you.. not anybody else…
i don’t wanna be what you want me to, nor somebody else.
i am
not copycat
not a sacredy-cat
who can’t accept what they were made to be.
i was created this way.
i was molded this way,
crafted carefully by the One.
i am content this way.
being me.
real. genuine.
behind eleiza's cerebellum | Comment (0)
where is somewhere?
are you there?
where?
can’t see you from here.
where are you?
do you hear me?
loud and clear?
i can’t sense you.
hope you can feel my presence
even though i can’t feel yours.
where are you?
are you there yet?
are we there yet?
before my speech bubble blows up... | Comment (0)