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| So, this time, let's go straight to the point. I want a new one, 'cause I'm not happy with the old one anymore. What it is? That's for me to know and you to find out, you lazy bastard. Please get out of my site [pun not intended]. This is my online diary, emphasis on diary. I'm posting it here because I'm nomadic and I'd just lose that Moleskine.
Gah! I don't know if a new one would do any good. I've been trying to compensate, but things would never go right. Like I've said, the conclusion must be that I SUCK CHICKEN ASS. Fuckit. But, IDK. I'm thinking I'll be happier with the other one. Not that I'd have to totally have to leave this one, but the new one feels closer to home. People there are actually my friends, who I treat like family (and miss so deeply).
.............................And I'm too lazy to finish this . My thoughts are good only for a few lines. That's why I love Twitter, and left this junk :P That's why I ain't buying no Molekine. That's why I shouldn't pursue this new endeavor. | | |
| Hello, welcome to the chronicles of the insignificant truth.
I'm coming back to my blog, this Xanga site, because I know no one goes here anymore and I can actually pour my heart out; no need to put on those masks I am so fond of. Here, I can just be me without regreting what I've written. I don't have to be scared about what people may think because no one will read it. I have no intentions of promoting this or linking this site to those various social networking sites I am a member of. This is my diary, my online diary, that the world will see, but I won't be sharing. If they read it, they read it, but it will not be because of me. I don't care if anyone I know reads this. Hey, maybe that's a good thing. But I doubt anyone will read this this far in the blog, and that's the intention. I'm going the long and winding road before I get to the point so that you'd go on and start Googling your other friends, thank you. That's an insignificant truth #1 and I'll be babbling 'bout more along the way.
It is true that I am here, and it is true that I hate this day. I used to love Wednesdays. It's been my favorite day since the first grade. It was because it was club day. And then, I started noticing that good things happen on Wednesdays since then unto my high school and even college days. Maybe it wasn't really true that Wednesdays are the best days, but it was Wednesdays when I noticed the good things. It doesn't really maen that Tuesday was a bore and Thursday was a whore, but it was just that I actually noticed that good things happening on Wednesdays. I remember my dad told me way back in the first grade that Saturday or Friday should be my favorite day, because they're weekends. I thought about it for a while, but decided upon myself that Wednesday would be my favorite day. But not anymore.
Wednesday has become a bitch. I think it's because of my second semester (AY 09-10) schedule. It starts out with my PE which is Tai Chi. I don't really hate it, but it's awkward for me to practice it. I think all sports are awkward for me. I'm imperfect like that. I picked Tai Chi because it was less of a sport, and it is. Is it even a sport? I don't know, but it's still awkward for me. I always feel I have no grace. Grace is something expensive--I can't buy it. Yes, I am the queen of awkward.
I have an hour break after that awkward art hour. I used it this day to edit our paper for DEVC120. I love that subject, but I hate it. I mean, I guess I love writing, but once I actually get into it (like now), I realize how much I suck. I suck, I suck, I suck. Yeah, I do. And this is why I'm writing this, because I want to express this feeling, damn it! Sometimes it feels like the world expects the world from me, when I know the truth. I can't do it. I suck. I don't know why you believe in me. I've been asking, but I never got an answer. You should've looked closer before believing, because it may just be a lie you will soon regret. I know you regret this. I know you regret taking this in.
Oh, I am not talking about DEVC120 anymore. I'm talking about being part of that prestigious organization where I feel I do not belong. I feel that I know I am a mistake. They shouldn't have taken me in. The standard has fluctuated. I got in. This liar got in. Well, it was true that I really, really wanted in. I can't even say that I was passionate about it. I don't know. But now, I want out. I cannot take the pressure of having to do what they want me to do. I can't do what they do. I'm a failure, as cliché as that may sound, but I actually believe in it. | | |
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Eira...iRock
 Mrs. Lifestyles of the Rich&Famousyou wanna piece of meBritney-fan since day 1!
The Click Five live in Manila!!!
(TriNoma)
THE CLICK FIVE
I hugged them all!
One by one...
And Ben said my shirt was nice XDXDXD
 The JONAS BROTHERS must come to the Philippines!
I would like to believe that the Patrick Stump pointed at me
'cause I rocked the house more than anyone up there! http://profiles.friendster.com/erg13 | | |
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Merry Christmas, I could care less.
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