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I'm Just a Tad Boring

People don't avoid you, but they don't exactly flock to hear your stories, either. You could stand to be a little more intriguing. Try wearing a red cloak, carrying a sword, and speaking only in French. If that fails to spice things up, try building your house entirely out of popsicle sticks.

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in the past few weeks, i've noticed something really, really odd. so oddly wicked that it consumes a lot of people's innocent minds... you might not notice it, or you may see it weird for me to notice it but it is really quite disturbing and a bit disconcerting. the stress brought by the activity of neurons in my head strictly intended for this strange trend is really incomparable. everyone must have noticed its increasing popularity among the common public, and its escalating status among the elite. i always ask myself and even seek the guidance of sociology scholars and some known anthropology specialists (not to be taken literally) on how such thing could be possible in such span of time. it just really bothers me... why is it that on every street i cross, in every establishment i go, and even vendors of 'balut', its impossible not to see someone wearing a PINK shirt!!!

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so this was what my sister's ranting about... anyways, i can't blame her... lol... hahaha...

me... to the nth time...

i'm still not in a "blogging-mood" right now... i have to admit, though its embarassing to let you all know that all of my recent posts during the summer break were all taken from i-wouldn't-tell-what-or-where-i-copied-that, for some copyrighting reasons, but it was specifically addressed to me so i'm not guilty of fraud or whatever...

it's just that i feel like a peanut-head if i don't do anything with this brain-draining journal. anyway, i wanted to thank Jessica Zafra for waking my sleeping head. it came to me, after reading her latest publication "Tw7sted" on the chapter about Neurocising that i must do something about the dormancy of my dull and monotonous life. so here i am!

last night, after school, i headed straight home... during my daily regular siesta inside the bus, i felt a sudden chill... the moon's full, the rain had just stopped, no sound pollution caused by beeping cars and traffic, there were few people (and cars)... almost nothing... it just felt different...

i noticed that i had a pretty sitmate, based on her school uniform, i gathered that she's from UST. it was freezing inside the bus, and i see that the girl beside me was cold... i kind of thought how's it to be so 'kind' and be gentleman. So, i asked her if she's cold, then as soon as she said yes... i adjusted the aim of the air conditioning hole to myself... it felt good, really... she smiled... and seems to wanna' have some little talk...

though it was freezing, i managed to feel nothing at all... she kind of reminds me of the pond's ad girl 'nicole hernandez' (see the ad in the northbound side of SLEX). damn! she's so cute in it!

and sobbed:

i feel like a total wrecking-moron...

kung ano lang...

Sleepless nights
Caffeine occupied veins
I've been dumped again
Nothing else but the radio
My only nocturnal company
Feeling numb but in pain
Don't run down on me again
Do anyone even care
Or even know where I am
Darkness consumes me again
My psyche tramples me flat
Numb now, only an evidence of fallen tears
I'm tired of resentment
Leave me not, abandon me not
But I can't do anything
It's always you, never me
No laughter, didn't even dare to amuse me
Only an invisible pain
A scar that can't be erased
Unconscious of the knife that stabbed me
Please, bring me back what you've taken
That's the only thing left
Ignored the sign
Compelled my heart
I hate this
I thought I'll never be here again
I cast, I said, I swore...
My knuckles already turned white
Now I'm drowning in my sleep
I'm cold
There's nothing I can do
No one can turn anything back...