Cluumsinenss. Oopps. Er.. Oops. Clumsiness.

May 29, 2007

Why, oh why am I so clumsy today?

Out of balance + heat allergy + a hell lot of work + hurt knee + lack of braincells + acting as if drugged = brain dead.

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Out of balance. Am I just clumsy, do I lack blood that oxygen can no longer circulate through my veins to my cells properly, or am I just stupid?

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Heat Allergy. Mainit! Need I say more?

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A hell lot of work. The president's gone. I have three nonsupporting members. I have to finish the powerpoint presentation by TOMORROW. Also, I have to DRAW EVERYTHING. Cliparts are ugly. Enough said.

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Hurt knee. My knee hurts for no particular reason. Lack of calcium maybe? I can't even drink a glass full of milk. Stupid lactose intolerance blah-blah.

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Lack of braincells. Just remembered what Ma'am Yam said. It's true that you become dumber when you hit your head or something. You lose your braincells. You LOSE BRAINCELLS. Can you believe it? YOU CAN REALLY LOSE YOUR BRAINCELLS. Enough of that. I still don't believe that you can gain back your "braincells" by hitting your chin upwards with your hand after hitting your head. You know, the "usual" hobby of kids (that I never, ever believed in) that you should… Uh… "Paluin mo yung baba mo para hindi ka mabobo!"

Hindi ka ba lalong mabobobo pag ginawa mo yun? It'll only increase the damage…right?

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Acting as if drugged. I move like a drugged person. Not that I don't drink any medicine, but what the heck? Is it normal to drop something, then pick it up, drop it again, pick it up again knowing that you really didn't pick up anything at all, then BOOM! You trip!

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Brain dead. Yes, and my friend Eloisa truly knows what this means.

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"…as rivers reach the sea, you reach me with songs of your symmetry. A small boat there will float to far-off coast, isle of infinity. Come with me…"

"Here we'll see love's lost tree made out of miracles, emotions, crystal leaves to cover me and you in eternity. Each atom sings to us through the blood…"

"Itada hi no kaze ni noote… Haruka tooi… Hanateta koto e… Itsuka sora wo… Hitotsu michimono ni.. Watatteyukeyu hanateta koto e…"

 

Steve Conte and Maaya Sakamoto's best song ever.

 

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Oyasumi nasai.

"Where everyday will return us… to arms of the ever eternal…"