| I was not able to get a good sleep last week... My sister was having so much fun with her guitar and her friends... plus we have this celebration in the neighborhood... feast day of Sta.Cruz. The first few days were alright... but the last day of the feast was like... "whoah!" They played disco music until 4am! And it was way too loud to muster... I could feel the floor shaking beneath me... wow... now, that's what you call loud. I'm glad everything is back to normal now. And my sister is playing with that electric guitar only occasionally. That's good.
It's been a month and five days since Mark died... I'm no longer that sad... but still sad. 14 years of friendship isn't bad at all... I just wish we could've spent more time with each other. But I couldn't turn back time. Too bad.
Djann is coming back to Phils! Can't wait to see my best friend again! (Um... one of my best friends, I mean...) |
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| i am emo... but i don't wanna admit it...
i hate being emo... but i
can't stop being one.
It just feels like i'm born with this personality...
and i'll die with this...
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| Please don’t make me cross the thin line that separates those two feelings.  
make me
love you! |
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| I always believe that we should be generous in giving people compliments. Now, I realize that it is not that advisable...
This girl I know received a lot of compliments and I guess she’s gone too far in believing that she is indeed beautiful. Ha! Puhleasse! You make me sick! Now I know why some guys at school and everywhere ‘round the globe think she’s irritating... ‘coz she really is IRRITATING! I hate the way she thinks and feels that she’s the coolest, most attractive girl on the face of the planet. God! How I wish I could tell this thing on her face: “Girl, please wake up... You’re not as good-looking as what your brain tells you. Can’t you see? You irritate everybody except your stupid slave of a lover!” I really wish to see her go back to her old self --- simple and carefree. Achievements sometimes get into a person’s system... and it’s not good. In as much as I don’t want to keep distance, this wall that she’s building between us is slowly growing thicker... separating us... making me move away from her and her “know-it-all” personality.
I still miss you friend... I hope to see you soon...
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