Hellmouth Portal

Pupunta ako sa mga heswita,
nagkaka-kuliti pa.
Bow.

Simbolo,
ito ay simbolo.
Na ang tula
ay ang pagpuputol lang
sa ganitong mga linya.
At        para                  masaya,
may spaces pa.
Bow.

Finally. Sembreak.

So I started fixing my internet personas. Blogs and such.

I checked my photos to change my primary pic as a symbol blah blah
blah… when I found out I supposedly grabbed a pic from certain
person: http://profiles.friendster.com/51872601

I’m sorry if I’m supposed to know you but just friggin WHY and HOW did I grab your photo?

Or are you not real? Are you just an internet bug or something?

What also struck me was this section in your profile.

•      Affiliations:
      

  PREX26/IVCcoop/youngArtistofIVC

Errr. IVC? This IVC? Here IVC? You’re from here?! (Of fuck… Wait. Are you the daughter of our maid?)

I’m getting friggin paranoid. I didn’t access friendster from any
computer shops for the last few months. Does my password suck? Do I
need to change it?

Of if you’re our maid, how did you access my pc? It has a different password! Do I need to change it too?

Or did you sneak into my room while I was sleeping and I left the pc on so you decided to just use it?

But why would you want me to grab your photo again?

Now… I’m confused.

One thing I should learn from this though… Stop acting like an
arrogant airhead and actually memorize the faces of the people my mom
lets in the house.

Oh fudge. Do I need to know their names too?

Thank God for youtube.

I get it now. I get the whole dancing and shouting before killing the enemy thing.

The Sailor Warriors are witches.

They’re frigging witches. They do magic. They have to shout and dance because it’s a frigging ritual! Incantations! In the name of their respective goddesses/gods! Plus they have their familiars: Luna and Artemis!

*slaps head* And it took me what? Twelve years to figure this out?

Sa wakas, mayroon na akong gustong mangyari sa buhay. Sa wakas, ang
galit ko sa mundo, magagamit ko na rin. Salamat sa mga lalake, salamat
sa’nyo at mayroon akong gustong pabagsakin. Salamat sa mga babae,
salamat sa’nyo mga self-righteous bitches dahil mayroon na akong
gustong ituwid. Salamat mga posers, dahil nade-develop ang x-ray vision
ko at nape-penetrate ko ang inyong kritikong pabalat patungo sa mga
tsismosa/ong niyong nucleus.Salamat, hindi dahil nakahanap na ako ng
purpose, kundi dahil nakagawa na ako ng purpose.
    Salamat sa
aking bibliya, matagal man bago ko ma-internalize na wag
magpaisa-ilalim sa passion kundi gamitin itong behikulo. Isang kahinaan
kung hahayaan. Kapangyarihan kung patuloy na lalaban.
    Ang
estado ng disenchantment ay hindi pala estado lang. Para pala itong
coming out ng isang lesbiyana. Hindi lang pala isang beses, minu-minuto
ito. Segu-segundo. Proseso pala ito. Isang prosesong alam kong hindi
matatapos sa aking lifetime. Pero isang prosesong tatahakin dahil sa
kaalamang kailangan ito at may pangakong pagkatapos ng aking lifetime,
makakatulong ang aking proseso para sa proseso ng ibang tao hanggang sa
dumating na ang panahon na hindi na kailangang daanin ang masakit na
proseso ng ibang tao.
    Salamat. Dahil kahit alam kong katulad ko man kayo ay sa wakas, may gagawin ako ukol sa kinamumuhian kong pagkakatulad.