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guess it never was too late... (",)
http://psychorefined.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html
It's still me, the psychotie. All of you know. I hoped that a change of scenery will help. However, that didn't work too. Don't ask me why. Sheesh. it's hard to expand one's daily dimensions without bringing one aspect into the brink of non-existence. my dear blog has just testified to that. for about a month, i guess.]. Click, click, and flash of cameras and cellphones here and there. scrapbooks, dedication books, letters and post-its. me taking my last haircut as a highschooler, partly because ...Final...
psychorefined.blogspot.com
guess it never was too late... (",)
http://psychorefined.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html
It's still me, the psychotie. All of you know. I hoped that a change of scenery will help. However, that didn't work too. Don't ask me why. Last thursday, i took a haircut. G b got tired of senseless ranting by 05:56. Sa mata ng madla, ang college student ay dapat naka-uniform para masabing studyante, let alone isang matinong mag-aaral. agreeable ba kayo dyan? Manong, bayad ho. isang studyante lang.". May ID ka 'noy? Wala pa ho, hindi pa po nabibigay samin eh.". Eh ba't di ka naka-uniform? Oo, alam kong ...
psychorefined.blogspot.com
guess it never was too late... (",)
http://psychorefined.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html
It's still me, the psychotie. All of you know. I hoped that a change of scenery will help. However, that didn't work too. Don't ask me why. Js promenade '06 correspondent's special report: part 1 of 2]. Mike, palinis naman ng sapatos, please! Ayoko nga. ikaw naman gagamit eh.". I muttered to myself, while looking up at our 17-year old wall clock. quarter to five. Oh damn, i'll never cram again in deciding whether to participate on social gatherings. They won't be expecting me because of my shoes, anyway.
psychorefined.blogspot.com
guess it never was too late... (",)
http://psychorefined.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html
It's still me, the psychotie. All of you know. I hoped that a change of scenery will help. However, that didn't work too. Don't ask me why. I woke up to the annoying voice of my father. and as if that was not enough to rouse me, he then started slapping my face. I-connect mo nga ako sa dsl! Slowly i made my way down the staircase to the desktop, and refreshed the modem settings my dad was so pissed about. then i went back up to our room, when dad struck again:. Add task: 3. buy globe sim card.]. Midnight...
psychorefined.blogspot.com
guess it never was too late... (",)
http://psychorefined.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html
It's still me, the psychotie. All of you know. I hoped that a change of scenery will help. However, that didn't work too. Don't ask me why. Twas monday, science week-day 1, and everyone in avogadro-4 were. either reading Lord of the Flies or El Filibusterismo, playing cards, or lazily dozing off -. Tap, tap, tap. backspace, backspace. That was thursday, science week-day 4. Tapos na ba yun pagtatahi diyan? Uy jason, sukatin mo nga ito.". Sinong magpipintura ng cups? Syet, natahi ko yata sa polo mo jason!
psychorefined.blogspot.com
guess it never was too late... (",)
http://psychorefined.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html
It's still me, the psychotie. All of you know. I hoped that a change of scenery will help. However, that didn't work too. Don't ask me why. In a rare day marked by zero quizzes, project deadlines, CAT training sessions, and the sort, i found myself in a familiar place in front of the desktop, typing the words. Oi, magkwento ka naman! Nako, kakasawa na kaya. lagi na lang ganyan eh. kaya ayoko. baket? Tatlong dahilan: 1) magkwento ka rin kaya? 2) maniniwala ka ba sa akin? Tama ba ako, tingin mo? Tulad mo n...
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storming the silence...: ...fare-well.
http://psychotie.blogspot.com/2005/04/fare-well.html
To everyone. this site is not used by the writer anymore. if you would please, proceed to http:/ psychorefined.blogspot.com for updates on his ragged road to happiness. but no one's stopping you from reading further. It's just too much. Too tired of holding back. Excruciating pain radiates seamlessly. A tattered heart's weary. Tears well up in his eyes;. Yes, those dark brown eyes. Then, deep in the night. Kneeling on a mattress. Engulfed in the eerie darkness. Right from the crevices of his soul. But to...
psychorefined.blogspot.com
guess it never was too late... (",)
http://psychorefined.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html
It's still me, the psychotie. All of you know. I hoped that a change of scenery will help. However, that didn't work too. Don't ask me why. Staring through this blankness for three-quarters of an hour, all the while when you're planning to create an obra maestra of a blog entry, after. Years [where n is a number from 1 to positive infinity]. and then this happens. well, sh*t just happens. yes, it's natural, but. does anyone love the feeling of being stupid? Hello again. it's been *ehem* quite a while.