PISCES - The Partner for Life
Caring and kind. Smart. Likes to be the center of attention. Very organized. High appeal to opposite sex. Likes to have the last word. Good to find, but hard to keep. Passionate, wonderful lovers. Fun to be around. Too trusting at times and gets hurt easily. VERY caring. They always try to do the right thing and sometimes gets the short end of the stick. They sometimes get used by others and get hurt because of their trusting. Extremely weird but in a good way. Good sense of humor!!! Thoughtful. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet. Good friend to other but needs to be choosy on who they allow their friends to be. 5 years of bad luck if you do not forward.
I am at my tutor’s place… tutoring her. She has homework that was due a week ago, I can only imagine how direction-less her school life will be, and now she’s nagging me to help her finish. All is fine for me right now since I’m being compensated and I have no school work of my own. Although if she does this to me when I have classes I’d prolly just laugh at her and tell her to beat it.
So we had to research about migration to help other people because this was her research topic. Being the lazy kid that I am I just went online and googled the first thing that went into mind, that being missionaries. I wasn’t even thinking of it when I clicked the very first link that popped up, and when I went into the page the article went “1,001 ways to enjoy the Missionary Position!”
It’s a good thing this kid is ignorant about these things, although it would have been cool and creepy to have a kid know about sex positions while still in second grade.
I lost my phone again. I swear to everything that is good in the world, I would most definitely take care of my things from now on. No more placing my stuff in random places I’d never remember. No more pestering people to help me look for whatever missing things I have.
I have lost my phone 3 times. How that’s even possible? I’m not entirely sure myself. I’m actually pretty scared that one day I’ll be diagnosed with something like Alzheimer’s Disease. I don’t mean to sound ominous or foreboding, that’s just how I feel okay? :(
But for now all this placing my stuff in the most bizarre places and forgetting why I ever placed them there in the first place is just pathetic. Maybe I should take in brain food.
purple dash thing is pretty neat. Hooray for equality, you guys.
just a few minutes ago my cousin was watching Dahil Mahal na Mahal Kita. Honestly I think that the movie is just golden, but I’d rather be watching it alone and feel all giddy and shit in private. So when she decided to watch it on the PS3 I couldn’t help but be repulsed by all the cheesiness and twitterpattedness that the movie was invoking off of me. I swear, you just can’t see me feeling all kilig because of a movie like that. A guilty pleasure, but no you just can’t see me in that way.
What surprised me even more was that she was reciting the lines before they were even said in the movie. As much as I love the movie, I haven’t gotten around to memorizing each line. Maybe I should. You think?
PS: I’m listening to the titular track of the movie, here. Just in case you’re interested.
Hearing primal screams from people I know or care about. Well even if it weren’t a loved one, it would still send shivers down my spine just imagining all the possible horrible things that would have elicited such screaming.
Picture this, it’s late and you’re in your room. The only other people at home are your older cousin, and your grandmother. Then all of a sudden you hear an ear piercing scream from the outside of your room. You freeze for a moment, a plethora of possible scenarios play in your head. Mostly consisting of some random wild eyed mental patient being that you only live a few blocks away from a mental institution. You slowly make your way to your room’s door, heart pumping fast as you mentally prepare yourself for the worst.
… but you know what I hate even more?
Finding out that the primal scream was caused by a sorry match of Tekken 6.
That was one of the worst experiences in my life. Jesus Christ, what am I doing with my life. I was miserable the whole time and I wasn’t even able to stomach the thought of leaving with compensation. I cannot and will not do that again. God damn it.
I could get any semblance of sleep I remember that I have a reflective paper to write for my Comp201 class. 9 times out of 10 I’d have ditched the idea of even making an effort to write it all together, but this is that 1 time when I don’t. I have to write this because I know that if I don’t, it’d give my professor more reason to hate my guts and fail me for good.
So yes. I’m sorry, my pillows, it seems as if we aren’t meant to spend more than 5 minutes together. Heartbreaking, I know, but we have to do this.