Archive | August 28, 2008

Chopsuey – a threshold

It’s August 29th, 7:36 in the morning. I’m already here at the office, with two cute newly hired guys. I’m fighting against temptation and I’m not really good at this lol.

My period is killing me, I can’t take it anymore. What’s worse is my pimples. yet again, pimples jinx my life. though it makes my cheeks look flushed. that wasn’t a good thing, you know, commend the existence of pimples. and i don’t know why i’m even talking about pimples in the first place. ah the mirror. the horror of it.

I watched Ghost Whisperer last night, and it scared me out of my chicken skin. yeah, that episode about bloodymary? i’m the most vain girl on earth, and now i hate mirrors. she reminds of sadako/samara of the ring, only meaner. coz you know, she’ll rip of your face from the mirror. sadako doesn’t do that. come to think of it, she seems nice. at least she comes out of the television and takes you with her. you’ll still have your face intact. that’s the important thing see? ^_^

you know what chopseuy is? it’s a filipino dish made up of veggies and drowned in oyster sauce. it’s so delicious. here’s a pic hehe

I entitled this entry chopsuey coz its a pool of anything-goes in here. same with the taste, it goes with the mood i’m in. I’m bitter, sweet and sour. just for those who were asking. comments anyone? thanks much

Despicable

Emos are faggots and ninnys, people say. I just shrug.

When people fall, they fall hard.

When they fall hard, they cry hard.

Who’s to blame? Nobody.

Just cry…

I know I’m gonna see you again

But promise me that you won’t forget

Coz as long as you remember

a part of us will be together.

So even when you’re fast asleep

Look for me inside your dream.

Keep believing in what we’re sharing

And even when I’m not there to tell you

…I LOVE YOU…

Eat Lunch and Sun

It’s August 28, 2008. Thursday. 12:10 noon, very hot.

It’s breaktime and my mood for lunch hasn’t dropped by yet. I ate hotdog and java rice for breakfast with lots of Heinz Ketchup. I need fries damn it. I’m listening to that (epic-fail) Home station, on the radio of course. I’m hearing this song for a good ten years and I still can’t get the title stuck onto my head. It goes like “dum duh duh duh..You’re damn free..I’m yooooursss”. Anybody have mercy on me? I need to know the title for the nth time.

I just burped and it smelled hotdog-ish. I want to eat but I’m too lazy to even get up my chair. I’m thinkin of a lot of things, and I can’t even name one thing from what I’m thinking.

I looked into the mirror and saw my eyes are smudged with blue eyeliner. My make up is slowly creating a murky abstract figure on my canvass-face. I look void despite my pimples. Yeah pimples. I hate pimples. I hate periods coz I always break out into red, fat, pimples. So now i look like a tomato sprinkled with sugar. Looks sweet but it’s never nice. Especially if you don’t like tomatoes and sugar.

My stupid phone is not ringing. or rather, my stupid best friend is not texting me. I’m going to punch him good when I see him tonight. for now, I really have no idea what I’m thinking.

Is this the proper way artists think? I think I’m being a retard.

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