Banned!

Great.

My thesis paper site is banned from school just because a cetain three-letter-word was in it. Why?!

Now how can they expect me to update them on the latest happenings?!

This is freakin' sucky.

Lermmm.....

Anywaays, ill just have to do the updating internet cafe style. sucky and restricted.


I hate this new filter thing.

It has banned even the most important of important sites.

It word filters so if i write s*x s*x s*x so mannnnny times, its banned.

gr.

And the sad part about it is what if you have to reaserch on gay people or how they "do it" or or maybe for a thousand various other reasons, you want to look up why teens want to "do it".

I wont be shocked if this entry will be banned too. Ill have to check later.

They put WIFI stuff around school, pero to what extent?

Getting dictionary meanings and playing neopets or those other nasty-s*x word free sites kids love to go to?! Er...i like neopets. But this is not connected to why I say so.


Anywats, gtg. Ive got to check out introta to see whats happenin. Cyuz layta.

Suicidal, Suicidal...

What is up with the Beautiful Girls? Are they advertising suicide as a form of intimate love much as they did with sex?

Whoa.

There goes the word.

Amen.

"I'll have you suicidal..."

What did Jojo say? Suicide?

*I'm now having Sir Ed flashbacks.*

Sir Ed was teaching us about the difference of suicide and martyrdom just a while ago. I have a song for that. The Difference Between Suicide and Martyrdom Is Press Coverage by Panic! At The Disco. And it is.

Suicide. Homicide. Genocide. Pesticide. What's the difference? They're all killing.

Let's go back to my previous question. Is suicide a way to show intimate feelings and affection?

No.

Suicide is totally different in proving love. It's called martyrdom when you die with meaning. Haha.

Now, say you were to stick to that fact (which is actually wrong) that suicide is love... what happens next after you have proved it? You're dead. Or is it part of your plan for the ones who are alive to grieve, mourn, cry, hate themselves, regret and suffer for as long as their heart still beats? If so, okay then. But, what if they don't do that? What if they laugh and say, "Phew, glad he's gone. He never loved me anyway." Are you going to rise from the dead and say "I'm not dead! I love you!" You gotta be kidding me.

Love is such a vague thing. Misunderstood and highly vunerable. Some people think they understand it so much and end up going suicidal because they weren't loved, when in fact... that is absolutely wrong.

Tell me what you want to get clear about suicide=love and I'll tell you. Suicide does not equate to love. Martyrdom does.

Now, you're saying you want to commit martyrdom. (rolls eyes) You must be smarter than that.

Love... by TTr2

Beautiful Suicidal Symbol, ain't it?

Is 8 2 l8?

I support good grammar.

Yeah.

That's so easy to type isn't it?

Let's face it. It's so obvious that text messaging has affected our writing skills.

If only there weren't character limits to text messages, I would've sent everyone novels. But that would be irrational.

Now, I have nothing against texters who "budget" their characters sent because I am one myself. What bothers me are the people who carry this idea all through out essay writing, note passing, speech making and blogging. I mean, wake up dude. There's no more limitations and it costs less to complete your words and say what you actually mean.

Here's a sample text message:

LOL.w8 ln me s tbi n. Pnta aq jn mya. D q lm kung my sndu me.

Ok. Here's the thing, I really dont get it. I can read it but....what does this person actually mean. I went: "Huh? Wha?!" And the person was like:

ups. x-snd.

I stared at the reply for a while. OH! "Oops. Wrong send." Ugh. Its not worth the piso. What? Was a dog chasing him or something? Why did he have to short cut every darn thing?

What I like doing is double-spelling stuff. It makes it look cute. But I don't do that when it comes to blogging.

Let's stay hooked on grammar. I detest people who can't construct good sentences in english. Gimme a break and type out your darn words, coz 8s nt 2 l8!

Let's applaud greenrops for the lovely SMS picture

Its absolutely fascinating.

Blogging for class

Hey, I just wanna tell everyone who might chance apon my oh-so-pink-and-emo blog... I'm not part of the ENGLONE blog making thingy of Ms. Diane Siriban.

I like blogging.

Sometimes.

Alright. So you now know, you're not getting any points from me or any bonuses for that matter.

BUT that does not mean that you shouldn't read my blogs. That is absolutely different.

Hope you don't mind me commenting on your stuff, too.

I find it amazing how almost everyone's blogging bout the same thing, but they have different "says" on the matter. That's just cute.

I might even get a grade in a class I'm not in (which has happened to me before). Let's hope not.

It's also funny how people choose the same layout. Black and dark or the blue one with dots. Haha. It's so weird. Pimp it a bit. Get me interested. I am thou holy one you should entertain. Haha. Just kidding.

I was watching Vya comment on some blogs... I noticed most people dont actually read the blogs... they scan or skim, whatever you call it. Its just weird. I mean, we spend so much time flourishing our blog, writing out whats in our mind and you comment by saying: "Haha, cool." It is so uncool. But, still, at least you commented. It's fine with me, as long as there is actually something funny and cool that I wrote about. Otherwise, it would really be dumb.

I have so many stories for you all, so I hope you stay tuned.

Again, I am not here for any grade. I'm here to blog. Period. Love lots. Catherine. x3

picture c/o: =Ketka

"love"

Thanks so much, dear.

true

There is nothing I could not say

My true personality seems so far away

My words are out of line

My tongue is tied to your heart

How could I be fine?

If I know we’ll be apart

This lie has brought me down

Saying these things that aren’t real

This lie makes me frown

I can’t say what I feel

Coz now I think you won’t believe me even if I said

I love you

How could something so wrong

Bring evil to my ears

I won’t be here for long

Soon I’ll be shedding tears

Please tell me you’ll believe me if I said

I love you

This hurts and it feels so bad

Knowing the liar I am

I might lose the only friend I had

Please forgive me and take me as I am

So will you just pretend to believe me if I said

I love you

Little Losers

UAAP game. Ateneo lost. I'm not calling them losers or anything but losers are cool, too. The only difference between a winner and a loser is a certain sense of pride gained at the end. (and a trophy or somethin')

Love the fact that you lost, soon enough losing wont hurt as much as before. Promise.

I've had many loses. One was the white team loss. Oh wait... that was actually unfair. How many were we? 20? And the Black team was...40? Talk about inequality.

Speaking of inequalities... i'm finally getting the hang of math! I get my exercises perfect! (I never could really do that.)

Getting back, losing is everything. I was playing a game in mofunzone (www.mofunzone.com), it was called the Impossible Quiz 1. What was annoying was that, no matter how far youv've gotten, when you die, you have to go back to question #1. It was frustrating, but looking at the bright side, you begin to see that you're becoming faster every time because you already know the answers. Soon enough, it won't be as frustrating anymore because it'll be easy to get back to where you stopped. My sister saw me playing it, I got the hand of it by that time, and she stared at the screen in awe and was like, "Whoa, ate. You're good. How'd you do that?". I smiled and accepted her "compliment" and raised my eyebrow saying, "Duh, it's easy." And she was like, "Teach me." So I taught her.

Here's another story. There was a sphere-shaped clay dough. He wanted to enter a room. The room was all the way up the ceiling. He thought it was easy to get in, so he bounced up. Sadly, he couldn't fit in. He bounced back down. He hit himself hard on the ground and ended up with a flat side. He kept going and going. Until he turned into a cube. He then rolled up the ceiling and fit right in.

Moral lesson? Failure shapes us to become better winners. And that's cool.

The Genre of Fools

What's that famous term for people who wear dark clothes and eyeliner?

Oh yeah.

Emo.

Based on wikipedia:

"Emo (pronounced /ˈiːmoʊ/) is a somewhat ambiguous slang term most frequently used to describe or refer to a fashion, style, or attitude linked to post-hardcore. Emo may also describe emo music or a general emotional state (as in to "feel emo"). It is also (sometimes pejoratively) used to identify someone who fits a particular emo stereotype or category or someone who is overly-emotional. The term's definition is still the subject of debate, with some question as to whether it can even be defined.

In its original incarnation, the term emo was used to describe a subgenre of hardcore punk which originated in the Washington, DC music scene of the mid-1980s. In later years, the term emocore, short for "emotional hardcore", was also used to describe the DC scene and some of the regional scenes that spawned from it. The term emo was derived from the fact that, on occasion, members of a band would become spontaneously and strongly emotional during performances. The most recognizable names of the period included Rites of Spring, Embrace, One Last Wish, Beefeater, Gray Matter, Fire Party, and, slightly later, Moss Icon. The first wave of emo began to fade after the breakups of most of the involved bands in the early 1990s.

When referring to a person's personality and attitude, most definitions of emo hold that an emo person is emotionally candid, sensitive, shy, introverted, glum, and quiet. Depressed and broken-hearted are sometimes used to describe the emo personality. Emo music and poetry contain multiple references to unrequited love, emotional and relationship problems.

By almost all current definitions, Emo clothing is characterized by tight jeans on males and females alike, long fringe (bangs) brushed to one side of the face or over one or both eyes, dyed black, straightened hair, tight t-shirts which often bear the names of rock bands (or other designed shirts), studded belts, belt buckles, canvas sneakers or skate shoes or other black shoes (often old and beaten up) and thick, black horn-rimmed glasses. Emo fashion has changed with time; early trends included haircuts similar to those worn by the Romulans and Vulcans in Star Trek, tightly fitting sweaters, button-down shirts, and work jackets (often called gas station jackets).

In the years since emo music's rise in popularity, it has attracted severe criticism.^[9] Emo has been characterized as a fad that will be discarded and forgotten in the near future.^[10] Critics cast the fashion as embarrassing and the people as imagining or pretending that they lead harsh, painful lives when they actually live in comfortable homes.

Emo people are portrayed as melodramatic, self-pitying teenagers who pour their efforts into writing depressing poetry. Contemporary emo has been called a "sad caricature" of what it once was. Some have accused emo of celebrating self-injury or suicide, which those who do usually refer to "helping ease the pain". Some assert that claiming to have suicidal tendencies is seen as a way to gain acceptance within some emo circles, regardless of whether the individual's claims are actually true or not."

Let's get things clear now... is emo going to be around forever? I dunno. But the growing generations today are becoming smarter. They should know whats right. Even though the emo fashion is totally in and totally HOT, I hope they leave the wrist-cutting and self-pity behind. Its just fashion. No judgments.