Posts tagged: orz
We're going to Batanes.You're not allowed to change your mind about this.
Okay.
As in, I'll kill you if you suddenly decide that you don't want to go.
Okay.
Are you sure about Batanes? You really don't want to go to Vigan or whatever?
Yeah, ma.
I'll go reserve the tickets, then.
[A few nights later.]
Trish, I have news.
What is it, ma?
Patricia, this might upset you.
What is it, ma?
We're going to Boston.
(slaps hand on forehead)
Okay, so I said I’d be busy. And so I am. I’ve got my grades and my editorial duties to worry about. Being an assistant director/real director fucking sucks (asdfghjkl, King Lear, y u an old man who acts liek baby?).
I can’t write fanfiction anymore. Not even if I wanted to. There just isn’t any time.
As I type this down, it’s nearly 1 AM, Sunday morning.
I just spent the (Satur)day at school, attempting to help unfortunate children have a fun afternoon… while speaking in Filipino. I managed to get away with not speaking much, but I’m still deathly afraid of children. Especially large swarms of them that appear out of nowhere and appear to want to eat you up with their smiles and laughter and frigging energy.
I get out feeling accomplished, and like shit at the same time. My mom suddenly wants to watch Breaking Dawn. It’s not even worth talking about, though I will say that I laughed my ass off.
After I get home, relax a bit, and finish a movie on television, I finally decide to check Tumblr.
INTERNET IS AS AWESOME AS EVER. FROSTY IS A MOTHER. LIFE HAS GONE ON WITHOUT ME.
I can only offer the largest of OTLs.
George Bernard Shaw’s Pronunciation Asdfghjkl-palooza.
Dared to recite it by frostywine. Wasn’t supposed to do this originally, but. My ego. My pride.
And it all resulted in my creyz.
I finish Maria, my first venture into horror, and I’m happy to say that I won’t be doing the genre again for a long time. I watch Paranormal Activity 3, have a few laughs, and settle down to procrastinate via Tumblr write the food and movie reviews that I’m supposed to be doing.
Completely moved on from thoughts closing in on the “scary” category, but for my usual paranoia. Done. No more blood-sucking tiyanaks or hot men with missing chunks of flesh from their necks. No more hidden barrels of blood or ghosts flipping tables (with the exception of Toby, but I’m supposed to write about him anyway, so that’s fine).
Let’s fast-forward a few days: I find out that my club moderator has given us a new assignment: Write a scary story.

It will be posted in 24 hours. Tumblah no letting me roll in embarrassment.
FRIGGING SHAW DUDE. FRIGGING ENGLISH. Y U BOTH SO COMPLICATED.
I’m a masochist OTL
NIKKI AND PACHO - I have failed completely in this bloody challenge.
George Bernard Shaw’s English Pronunciation poem.
ENGLISH LANGUAGE, Y U SO DIFFICULT!?
/casually puts this in my iTunes
/casually dies
/you said my name

/derp forever
/hears Chantal and Nikki’s accent challenges
Well. That’s another delusion I’m cured of.
ALL CHILDREN HAVE DREAMS, OKAY.
NO, IT IS NO DREAM
NO DREAM PACHO
WHAT DELUSIONS ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
MY DELUSION OF HAVING A DECENT, NOT-ANNOYING VOICE.
CRUSHED. FOREVER.
MY THIN VOICE IS LIKE A CHILD’S COMPARED TO YOUR VOICES. T__T
Everyone’s voices =
that is all

“Everyone” is too mainstream.
My voice is ET in a dress.
/hears Chantal and Nikki’s accent challenges
Well. That’s another delusion I’m cured of.
ALL CHILDREN HAVE DREAMS, OKAY.
NO, IT IS NO DREAM
NO DREAM PACHO
WHAT DELUSIONS ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
MY DELUSION OF HAVING A DECENT, NOT-ANNOYING VOICE.
CRUSHED. FOREVER.
MY THIN VOICE IS LIKE A CHILD’S COMPARED TO YOUR VOICES. T__T
AT LEAST YOU DON’T SOUND LIKE THE GIRL-KINDA-AMERICAN-CHILD-VERSION OF STING. EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT OF MY MOUTH IS BLARGHAGHRALGRHARL.
/hears Chantal and Nikki’s accent challenges
Well. That’s another delusion I’m cured of.
ALL CHILDREN HAVE DREAMS, OKAY.
NO, IT IS NO DREAM
NO DREAM PACHO
WHAT DELUSIONS ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
MY DELUSION OF HAVING A DECENT, NOT-ANNOYING VOICE.
CRUSHED. FOREVER.
/hears Chantal and Nikki’s accent challenges
Well. That’s another delusion I’m cured of.
ALL CHILDREN HAVE DREAMS, OKAY.