Trying to write these thoughts.

Misteryosa.org isn't working properly right now so I decided to make a temporary blog. I must admit that I missed using blogger, I remember my first time with editing and coding, I was so confused that I consulted different help sites about html and related stuff. After several months of practicing I learned how to make my own layouts, and how to put codes on them. After years of having a blogger account I entered the world of personal domains [well actually I was just hosted, I really didn't own one] and forgot the simple blogger templates, Haloscan, tagboards, etc. Using blogger was so simple and practical that thinking of it makes me want to bang my head on the wall for spending precious hours in editing the complicated coding for my wordpress blog [well...at least I know how to code simple sites now]. Oh, I miss blogging in blogger!!!

Super size me headache. Well I have a major, as in big headache right now [I sound so ... not me]. This is what happens when you drink Revicon I-on and strong coffee on the same night and when you try to understand things you do not want to understand. This morning was our test in Geology and I only had last night to study a whole filler [back to back, 2 partitions per page] of notes in Geology. At around 12 midnight I felt sleepy so I drank the whole can of I-on but then, after an hour I felt dizzy so I drank my father's Taster's Choice coffee. It was this time that I started to feel really really dizzy and I was so alert that when I tried to nap I wake up every now and then because of very little sounds. The effect of these events that early morning led to the very sleepy, grumpy, absent-minded version of me today. Just when I really needed the energy for the exam. Argghh, Life's truly a Bitch.

My 18th borthday!!! I'm going to celebrate my 18th birthday days from now and I still can't believe that I'm also going to be a MAJOR just like them, them, them [hehe, joke lang XD]. I just realized a couple of days ago when I had a dream of me being married and having children that I was SCARED TO GROW UP. Back then I thought that it was kinda weird for someone to be afraid to grow up, I never actually thought that I'll think that way. It was just creepy to think that you'll grow old and become unappreciated by people and then the idea of dying is just... scary. But of course I can't be young forever just like what I said in my poem for Alpha. I have to grow up.

I am really not good at expressing myself through writing. Pfft...