 | Please don't feed my television screen. | Jun 4, 2007 |

Out of my mind.
Another day of disappointment. I tried my best to finish it with just a slit as fast as lightning –but reality always look my way, and with its single stare as prickly as a piece of conked out glass –life will always be as empty as it is now, with nothing but our non-constructive thinking. I want to be a writer—a kind of writer who writes scenes as ugly as the product of our idiocy, prejudice, and fraud ardor.
Talk about a perfectly ruined timing to step up into the crowd. I know it might sound mean, absurd and sarcastic, but whenever somebody (a newbie or an introvert) tries to say something, our majesties-to-the-Nth-degree would always come up with another one of their ‘brilliant’ ideas. But I sincerely couldn’t blame it on our royal highnesses; they crave for everyone’s attention, they would definitely pass out if they don’t get the attention they need, they’d fade out like falling stars in the sky.
Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men. I’m not a feminist (paradox?), although there are times when I know I am being one. I don’t hate the opposite sex; in fact I find the anatomy of men rather realistic since they have to deal with each other consistently. The world is a ball of insanity.
When I am anxious it is because I am living in the future. When I am depressed it is because I am living in the past. So how am I if I’m living in the present? Derisive would be the perfect word to employ. I’m not always being ironic. Been existing for 17 years, and I take peoples insults as my daily medication. I love it when someone insults me; since that only means that I don’t have to be nice anymore. Well, you know what they say... ‘If you can’t ignore an insult, top it; if you can’t top it, laugh it off; and if you can’t laugh it off, it’s probably deserved.’ You never lose by loving; you always lose by holding back. Everyone around me seems to want love more than anything. Am I any different? Love seems to strike anyone who dares enter its gate. What’s so great about love? What’s so special about it that almost everyone I know keeps on holding onto it even if they get hurt over and over again? What hurts us are supposed to instruct us, not push us down and make us fall repeatedly... only to get hurt over and over.
If you're going to scream, SCREAM WITH ME.
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eveee,, miss din kita palague,, kaw lagi ku una nakikita sa lab pagumaga,, kakatuwa..=D |
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add mo ko ym haha xxporkynessxx |
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ey im liking the theme. you should check out youtube for a video called i met the walrus. its..uhm..interesting |
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hey eveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
misuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
huhuhu
lagimoko away |
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