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16 September 2009

Must. Create. Post

My problem is that I don't have a problem because I am nothing out of the ordinary. Not too smart to get into things, not too un-smart to get into other things, not too fucked up to be ruined, not too close to anyone to really feel the another person, which is why I am never betrayed nor fought with. I don't believe people are scared to fight me, don't you believe that, but in raelity it's just because I've never done anything. (Yes, I believe that fighting and disagreement are essential, healthy even.) I've never had the courage to speak up about the things that mattered or the things that required my opinion, just the mindless reminders, the mind - numbing bullshit they make me say. Yes, I know, it's my own damn fault.

Do you ever feel like shit, the rotten kind? Like you can't do anything about it? Or like you feel more like shit because you're too lazy too get off your goddamned sorry ass and actually do something about it?

Yup. I'm that kind of person.

I'm the kind of sad dork who people just talk to because they want to ask or borrow something, or whatever the hell it is they want.

Haaaa. I sound like that hypocritic fool who uses English too much. I'm sorry. to you, dearest reader/s (if anyone even reads this piece of green garbage).

Labels: anger, boohoopickuptwo, braincrap, drama, i'm ba-ack, in boredom, rants, weaknesses

18 March 2008

ALL THAT ANGER

SUNDAY MORNING: EXCITED AND NOT BORED WITH LITTLE ANGER
(then again I'm always angry)

t was Pacquiao's fight - everybody was watching. My dad and cousin actually paid P600 ($15 US) each to watch it in a movie house. GOODNESS GRAVY. Anyway, we went to Greenbelt 3, 4 and 5. Walking around the pond - type thing, (Geri wanted to see the koi,) I actually ran into Kaori and Naomi! The twins! It almost seemed that we were close again. (ha-ha) After ogling the stores and buying (looking at) books, we decided to eat at Bubba Gump. I must say, the food was absolutely good. The servings were too big, though. Deciding to watch 10, 000 BC, we went to TriNoMa. The movie was OK. I gotta admit, Steven Strait and Camilla Belle were totally hot. (ha-ha)

SUNDAY NIGHT: OMG.

Do you see that volleyball that A designed on that picture about BADASS? The four of us don't really play together but she put it there becuase I love that [stinking] sport. That was what I was waiting for this summer. The try outs for the volleyball clinic were on Monday and I was utterly psyched to go with Monique since Arianne and Lek were already part of the STC team. I already even picked my shirt AND shorts out to wear the next day. Then [I now think] Karma was NOT on my side when my mom said: "Sam, pwede bang hindi ka na pumuntang STC bukas?" (Sam, do you HAVE to go to STC tomorrow?)

I WAS SILENTLY HEARTBROKEN.

I knew it. I KNEW mum and dad would do this: give me high hopes and then beat my hope to a stinking pulp. I knew it. OH MY GOD. OH MY LORD. I couldn't react without being a brat. I've waited for this for sooo long, you know. I just wanted to audition. I just wanted to play a freaking sport. I almost cried again. Good God. I couldn't do anything about it. NOTHING. Not even Roswell could make me feel better. I mean, you gotta understand me. I might seem positively shallow and over dramatic but that was the only thing I really wanted to do. More than shopping. More than watching TV. More than eating. So when the unexpected [not] hit me, I was deeply hurt and disappointed. [sigh]

AND SO MONDAY CAME

Since Monday, I've devoted my time to being surprisingly productive. And by productive I meant to sleeping all day long. My routine would be to wake up, watch TV for a few minutes then fall asleep. I would cook myself stuff sometimes, and then I would sleep again. FAB.

TODAY: INCREDIBLY HOT.
Climate change is a total bitch. Yesterday, it was raining and totally cool but today it is super [kaduper] HOT. As in I might take two baths in an afternoon. That is how hot today is. MY GAWD. [channeling doodlesz]

WORD.

UPDATE: great. I just found out that it was my last chance to try out last Monday. SHI-IT.

Labels: anger, drama, volleyball


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Blog Hit Counter	16 September 2009 Must. Create. Post My problem is that I don't have a problem because I am nothing out of the ordinary. Not too smart to get into things, not too un-smart to get into other things, not too fucked up to be ruined, not too close to anyone to really feel the another person, which is why I am never betrayed nor fought with. I don't believe people are scared to fight me, don't you believe that, but in raelity it's just because I've never done anything. (Yes, I believe that fighting and disagreement are essential, healthy even.) I've never had the courage to speak up about the things that mattered or the things that required my opinion, just the mindless reminders, the mind - numbing bullshit they make me say. Yes, I know, it's my own damn fault. Do you ever feel like shit, the rotten kind? Like you can't do anything about it? Or like you feel more like shit because you're too lazy too get off your goddamned sorry ass and actually do something about it? Yup. I'm that kind of person. I'm the kind of sad dork who people just talk to because they want to ask or borrow something, or whatever the hell it is they want. Haaaa. I sound like that hypocritic fool who uses English too much. I'm sorry. to you, dearest reader/s (if anyone even reads this piece of green garbage). Labels: anger, boohoopickuptwo, braincrap, drama, i'm ba-ack, in boredom, rants, weaknesses 7:56 PM · 18 March 2008 ALL THAT ANGER SUNDAY MORNING: EXCITED AND NOT BORED WITH LITTLE ANGER (then again I'm always angry) It was Pacquiao's fight - everybody was watching. My dad and cousin actually paid P600 ($15 US) each to watch it in a movie house. GOODNESS GRAVY. Anyway, we went to Greenbelt 3, 4 and 5. Walking around the pond - type thing, (Geri wanted to see the koi,) I actually ran into Kaori and Naomi! The twins! It almost seemed that we were close again. (ha-ha) After ogling the stores and buying (looking at) books, we decided to eat at Bubba Gump. I must say, the food was absolutely good. The servings were too big, though. Deciding to watch 10, 000 BC, we went to TriNoMa. The movie was OK. I gotta admit, Steven Strait and Camilla Belle were totally hot. (ha-ha) SUNDAY NIGHT: OMG. Do you see that volleyball that A designed on that picture about BADASS? The four of us don't really play together but she put it there becuase I love that [stinking] sport. That was what I was waiting for this summer. The try outs for the volleyball clinic were on Monday and I was utterly psyched to go with Monique since Arianne and Lek were already part of the STC team. I already even picked my shirt AND shorts out to wear the next day. Then [I now think] Karma was NOT on my side when my mom said: "Sam, pwede bang hindi ka na pumuntang STC bukas?" (Sam, do you HAVE to go to STC tomorrow?) I WAS SILENTLY HEARTBROKEN. I knew it. I KNEW mum and dad would do this: give me high hopes and then beat my hope to a stinking pulp. I knew it. OH MY GOD. OH MY LORD. I couldn't react without being a brat. I've waited for this for sooo long, you know. I just wanted to audition. I just wanted to play a freaking sport. I almost cried again. Good God. I couldn't do anything about it. NOTHING. Not even Roswell could make me feel better. I mean, you gotta understand me. I might seem positively shallow and over dramatic but that was the only thing I really wanted to do. More than shopping. More than watching TV. More than eating. So when the unexpected [not] hit me, I was deeply hurt and disappointed. [sigh] AND SO MONDAY CAME Since Monday, I've devoted my time to being surprisingly productive. And by productive I meant to sleeping all day long. My routine would be to wake up, watch TV for a few minutes then fall asleep. I would cook myself stuff sometimes, and then I would sleep again. FAB. TODAY: INCREDIBLY HOT. Climate change is a total bitch. Yesterday, it was raining and totally cool but today it is super [kaduper] HOT. As in I might take two baths in an afternoon. That is how hot today is. MY GAWD. [channeling doodlesz] WORD. UPDATE: great. I just found out that it was my last chance to try out last Monday. SHI-IT. Labels: anger, drama, volleyball 3:27 PM ·