It has been 2 weeks since I last updated my life… nothing much happened. I’ll try to backtrack… hmm. I just got back from Kore’s debut party somewhere in Cavite… yesterday and 5 days before it, I was in Laguna. Bummed around. Last Friday, Ciello talked to me on YM… now that’s a surprise…. she even talked to me on the phone… twice… and asked afterwards the real reason why I called her up.. weird. I felt weird. I didn’t know what I should feel upon finally getting what I wanted… being on talking terms. Blame over-analization… Last Tuesday I got two people mad at me… really mad… the story too long to tell, or maybe I’m just tired… don’t expect to blog it PUBLICLY. Still, twas a sad realization of finding myself in a big mess… as in big. Bigger than what the former president and the eleven stooges got themselves into.
Tomorrow, I’ll be going to Anton’s place in Bulacan… fiesta. I’m drowning myself with all the alcohol I can get until my eyes go numb and I develop insomnia… I’ll be expecting food, food and more food (considering the past Paombong fiestas I’ve been to)… No, I’m after the tequilla. Not much on beer.
I want to really finally get things over with. Live a happy, normal life. Have normal friends. Forget stuff. Get a job. Earn money. Buy an iPod (hi bryan!). Protect the ozone layer. Bomb establishments that still use styro as their serving dish. Pull on the nostrils of people who break styro. Think of something new to do. Find contentment…
…weird. I asked for a normal life.
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We were somewhere in Katipunan… a fastfood of some sort… KFC maybe. Nighttime.
We’re sitting on the ends of two tables, back against each other…. talking.. she was wearing a black sleeveless top. And we were happilly talking to each other… we were both enjoying it… of what seemed as a date.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, this guy pops in my view, like he was listening closely to what we’re talking about…
Time passed, and Ciello has to go home… I offered to walk her to admin. “I don’t think so…” she said, and that guy who popped out of nowhere was taking her stuff, beckoning her to go with him… I took the hint… “I see… okay. Ingat.”
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It was all too painful for me to watch what will happen next, I forced myself to wake up… like I was in some sort of nightmare. The inevitable was right in front of me, telling it to my face… and warm breath behind my back tells me I’m being followed by something I couldn’t see… or hear. Now there’s two of them… and I can’t get rid of them.
…I swear I could still remember that guy’s face… and when I see him, manghihiram siya ng mukha sa aso…, gawd.
Post-entry Entry:
Twas only after I previewed this post that I noticed the date… April 10. Nice. Get me the next ride to hell, please.
I am a fish who doesn’t know the difference between a bait, a normal fish, and a dead fish.
Okay. I’m starting to think that I have commitment problems. That’s why somebody’s not talking to me anymore… and told me to go on a silent retreat. Now I think I’m the devil that would most probably survive when hell freezes over. Damn.
I was supposed to go to Elaine’s place in Bulacan last Tuesday. But that damned allowance I was expecting never came… Twas sooooo sweet of Elaine to cook for me, too bad I didn’t go… I fear I made her slightly mad at me, y’know, “friendly mad”… she was looking forward to it and so was I. Besides, I need all the “time away from everything” I can get. So I told her I think I can go this Wednesday. Unfortunately, my money that I meant for my transpo allowance never came. I think that made her mad… really mad… I therefore conclude that I’m a very undecisive person.
I did this print ad on this Globe-Dunkin tie-up for my tita (that GM of Dunkin Donuts)… it was cool (according to her) and neat… she wanted me to print 24 copies and asked for the designer’s fee (by the way, if anyone has an idea about these stuff.. the designer’s feee thingy… contact me. I’m having trouble deciding on the price of my talent. Haha.)… Woohoo, I thought. That means extra money for me… but no. I’m still stuck here in my house (my real house) downloading stuff, doing blog layouts, surfing, chatting, blogging. I want to get out of here! I wanna see the world… kidding. This is a world record, me staying at home for 2 weeks now… I won’t get surprised if my mom would finally give me my very own bed (coz I only sleep on the floor or on the sofa whenever I’m here). I just got back from an overnight swimming somewhere in Pansol… that famous Miramonte subdivision that has swimming pools bigger than the main house.
Looking forward to Monday… after Easter Sunday… hopefully with new things to tell… and live by.
Current Music: Barbie’s Cradle - Independence Day
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