An open letter to s/he who calls her/himself ‘Champ’
http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=24588871
NO, you are not for real. You CANNOT be for real.
Tsk tsk tsk. The thing that just bothers me right now is that you go around as Champ and fool people. With such a badly-written profile at that. You know, you can always show your utmost love for Champ by being a fan, yes, even as an obsessed moronic one, BUT PLEASE, not as an impostor. I’ll have to report your ass. >:-( Oooh, I am positively babbling. You won’t get to read this, anyway.
Happy Holidays?
No classes from December 16 to January 2, alright. Pero ang dami namang gagawin. And I thought the word ‘holiday’ refers to ‘a period of festivity and recreation where no work is done.’ But look what I’ve got to do: *puts on face of complaint and resentment*
- 1 paper for philo
- 1 paper for art stud
- 1 Christmas project for art stud
- 1 paper for soc sci
- 4 short papers for theater (hehe.. this one’s my fault. di ko ginagawa kaya nag-accumulate tuloy.)
- 1 report for comparative lit.
Looks like I’m really going to be occupied during the two weeks of ‘vacation.’ Or atleast during the last few days of vacation, being the procrastinator that I am. hehehe! Happy Holidays everyone! ^____^
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Melancholy (a repost from peyups.com)
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Melancholy
Contributed by IAmStorm (Edited by blue_kuko)
Wednesday, December 07, 2005 @ 07:13:23 AM
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I am destined to be alone and miserable.
To
stare idly at nothingness; to fantasize about the impossible; to wish
for things that can never be achieved; to hope for a love that can
never be given.
To sit like a statue in the midst of darkness; to cry and yet not shed a single tear.
To be devoid of emotion; or at least be adept at hiding pain and
frustration; to always seem to move on and yet in truth dwell in the
past; to forgive but never forget.
To be ruled by fear rejection and yet foolishly try and try again to
establish a connection; to fail at it; to try again, and again, and
again, and again; and to disappoint myself each time.
To want to love and be loved in return, and find only emptiness and loneliness.
To have people think I’m crazy; and yet know that they just don’t
understand; to suffer the indignation of having to notice every bit of
ignorance, stupidity, and narrow-mindedness the world possesses and
hate it; all the while grappling with the reality that I’m not so
perfect myself.
To be fated to be loved only misery, melancholy, melodrama, and
self-pity; to love a person who does not seem to exist; to put all my
hopes, dreams, ambitions and aspirations on a person who’s probably
going to let me down someday.
To bare out my soul this way because there isn’t any other means by
which I can express myself; to fill dozens of notebooks with unspoken
thoughts; and to read them again and again from time to time just to
remind myself how pathetic I am.
To be a dreamer and a realist at the same time; to ask myself questions
I know the answers to; to speak to myself for lack of another person to
talk to.
To devour romantic movies and relish each kiss, each dance, each song,
each and every single piece of dialogue as if it were my own; and to
know the whole time that such things will never happen in my life.
To believe in forever and everlasting love, and yet be given the complete opposite every time I do fall in love.
To tell anyone who bothers to listen that I see myself married to her;
and then lose her; to say it again about another person; and lose her
the same way.
To fail at almost everything I try to do; to be ridiculed at every
decision I make; to have people I know make stupid jokes and hurtful
comments behind my back.
To always be second best or less; to watch my dreams fade away into
nothing; to always have to suck it all up and say “Shit happens.”
To realize that all of this is my fault; that I make myself miserable;
that I choose to wallow in self-pity and melodrama; and know that I can
do absolutely nothing about it, since it seems that it’s the only thing
I can do well.
Yes, I am truly destined to be alone and miserable.
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Saw Hale at SM Molino (which I found was a really, really cute mini-mall, hehehe andami nga lang jologs) last Sunday, December 4. And of course I have to rant about that. Got a couple of pics (see below), and my Seventeen mag (which featured Hale) signed. Kuya Roll even drew moles on their pictures. hehe And kuya Omnie was being talkative. Yung iba ngang sinabi nya sakin di ko na maintindihan. hehehe. Ang saya. ^__^ I hope I get to meet them again tomorrow at the Alabang Festival Mall with Kat and Edu.
