| April 12, 2007 |
spitting images and roommates
i'd rather request for you to slit my neck than see you, the spitting fucking image of my late, most favorite aunt, with grrrr. arghhh. weird. so weird. as in goosebumps weird because i hate you by principle. --- since we have a new roommate, i welcomed her by not sleeping. stupid, i know. and since we have not talked that long since last year, we talked about what happened with us. and, yes, friendly people say we screwed up. but by looking at her, you would wonder why so many people cared (me included but my care is indirect) what she is doing with her life. at first i was disappointed because i always thought she would be the one getting the good jobs, the good things, the good money, stuff like that. but then i looked at her last night and i don't even have to ask how she is. and although the path taken is hazy and rocky, she still got all those things. me? well, let's just say she still thinks i'm evil and blames me for including her (not by me) in the "categorization." this follwing weeks will be exciting. hahahahahaha. |
| April 12, 2007 |
guess who made the unfair fair
and because i like to call may self as a great investigator (NO, you cannot effing pay me to investigate you whatnots, it's just for myself or whatever seduces me.) i found a lot of stuff in the cyberworld today. you know instincts, right? my love. this is the one saving me from everything ever since. that's why last year february, i was chatting with ca409j2 (matalino talaga makahula nito) when she asked me, "don't you miss it?" "no," but i thought about it for a millisecond. so i PI'd stuff. then i felt the gut-wrenching, teeth-gritting, knuckles-breaking, nails on board-sounding (are you getting my drift?) experience which i would not blame on anyone and, also, would not accept faults on. i should've been begging but a move and a conversion can level the playing field in a heartbeat. so, no, i really don't miss it. too much nightmares. for everyone. though, i wonder, why the main characters are ok (or trying really hard to like it) while the support people are struggling. or maybe it's just because the act is not really convincing. |
| April 16, 2007 |
abyss, the word.
And yes, I can hear the footsteps, its getting fainter and fainter. So, I opened my door. Because that’s all I could do. Read about you in the books. Sing about you in the shower. And watch you in the television. But I could step out. But I couldn’t. No there aren’t any chains. I didn’t just bail out of prison. So, why? Why can’t you get out? Because this is what I do best. I know it’s all wrong but at least I know. Stepping into darkness. Again. Is never an option. I’ve had too many black-outs that candles, even though foul-smelling and flickering inconsistently, is still light. Though I could buy other candles, it’s still light. Not abyss. Definitely not abyss. At least in the descriptive form of words, it isn’t. |
| April 20, 2007 |
1. DREAM NAME: |
| April 23, 2007 |
teka, ha? sandali lang. sandali lang talaga... di ko magets e magkakawrinkles na ko sa kakaintindi e. --- i'm not really supposed to understand anything about this. hell. i'm not even in the position to get it. just, hay. this is, technically, you know. i am so not making sense. just that if i could choose for you, it would not be that. but, hell, it is your life. so, good luck with head dress person. |
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