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EXPOSITUS
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My personal haven of escape

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Mia Bautista; ASPIRANT
TRUE BLUE && PLAID SKIRTS ALL THE WAY
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Rant blog is rant. Just sayin' ya'll! PEACE OUT!
Bandaids


[] Dean's Lister
[] Own legit school jacket
[] Audition for a role I want
[] Get the role
[X] Get an A in (at least) one subject : PE 1st year/2nd sem =))
[] Take a culinary class
[X] let *ano* and *ehem* know I exist and befriend them :">
[] Travel the world ♥
[] Slap someone
[] Throw a glass of liquid in someone's face
[] Do a confrontation without tears
[] Stay awake for 24 hours straight
[/] Watch a play/movie alone
[] Have a LOTR movie marathon
[] Have a HP movie marathon
[] BAKE a cake/cupcake/pastry
[] Have a movie marathon at a sleep over in someone's house
[] find purpose in life
[] find SOMEONE worth it
[X] Get a job while still in school
[] Have a random exhilarating adventure with someone
[] Get to sing for a band
[] Write a story
[] Write a script
[] Direct a video/documentary
[] Get my work published
[] Learn to play an instrument
[] Learn to dance
[] Look good in braces
[] Shave half of my head [] Get another piercing [] Get inked [] Get a driver's license
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Fuck my life, just fuck it.
Friday, February 10, 2012 @ 9:05 PM

You know what, just fuck everything. Fuck it all. The one time I was irresponsible, I lost my org shirt worth 250 pesos and my Math/Chem/Fil12 notebook. Not to mention my blue book, my math homework and reading are all inserted in that fucking huge ass black binder notebook of mine. 


This was supposed to be an awesome week. I was supposed to be relaxed and have a heck of a time but nooo, I just had to ruin my own mood. Kill me now. Christ.


The three day weekend in Palawan, the completion of requirements for English and D&P Fireflies, 4-day weekend and lots of other simple things that made me really really happy are now down the drain just because of A STUPID MATH BINDER NOTEBOOK THAT IS LOST. GREAT.


I just wanna cry right now and I keep on praying to God that he'd help me find it. But then Dad just had to enlighten me by saying that "This is God's way of telling you that you are such an irresponsible and messy person. Suffer the consequences of his punishment." He said it something like that. Point is, of course, God hates me so he wants to punish me. Okay. Cool. Minus points to faith and belief in God then. I'll just call unto Buddah or Allah or Zeus for all I care.


I'm so angry and frustrated right now. I feel so stupid and useless and undependable. I want to jump off a cliff.


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Funny how a simple thing like losing an item you take for granted makes your whole world stop. Total chaos happens and your life is ruined.


I don't want to believe that this is my fault but I know it is. Its MY notebook therefore, my responsibility. MY room therefore, my territory. 


All I can do now is rest, try to look for it again tomorrow and if all else fails. Give up by moving on. The notebook and the things in it are replaceable. After first year, I won't need them anymore so for the next few weeks, I have to live with myself and vow to be always responsible. 


But that still doesn't change the fact that I hate my life and myself right now.