0078: Pinned down.
Really, I don't understand people. They think I exist for their personal entertainment. They seem to think of me as "Dial-a-Story" or something, that I'll just write more about my so-called love life just because they want to be entertained. Never mind if I'm tired or asleep or doing something important.
It's people like them that makes me want to make this journal private.
What am I, an escape for them? Something that will pass the time while waiting for the DOTA screen to load? (I don't think even that will work.)
No, I'm the constant reminder that there will always be someone more pathetic than all of them with regards to love.
Fuck. You don't understand. What I write may just be a passing amusement for you to read, but those are my feelings, plain and clear.
I was going to post something else, a piece directly related to the last entry, but I won't do it now. Let me see who's reading this.
And let the negative feedback commence.
Really. I just want to know now who gives a damn.
(Yes, that means you. Leave a comment or whatever.)
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La Salle is disturbing me now. Seriously. They are calling me for some reason. >_< And my mother says "tunog gwapo raw yung tumatawag." Thanks Mom, really didn't need to know that.
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I went to school yesterday. Yes, I'm a sucker for punishment. I gave Clar-san my clearance form. :)
For a day where technically all of the student body is banned from said premises, there sure were a lot of people around. I saw lots of '06 particularly, like Josef-san, Von-Von, Julia-san, and a lot of the Viscom people (who later escaped to Gateway?). :)
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45 write-ups. 2 weeks. Oh dear.
The interesting thing is that I have to make the writeup of certain people who've made me go through lots of emotional drama. (Well, if you don't know who, ah well.) And then on the other side I have to make the writeups of those I know really well. And then there are the people I don't know at all. Or the people who don't know me at all either.
And if you're going to ask if I have to make his writeup, well.
Sorry, but no. Ah well.
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There is an anime about mahjong. Even I cannot believe it. Gah. And it is scaryyy.
The main character. See, the anime is doomed. Not a hint of bishieness.
The main character and his friend the pimp. I'm kidding, but c'mon. The kid doesn't know how to play mahjong and this old guy wants him to play because he's losing to yakuza bosses even though he doesn't know how to play.
Some mahjong tiles I saw before I died from the horror of the noses.
The bizarre part of it all is that I am getting strangely engrossed. >_< The main character is insane. He played this game "Chicken" wherein two people drive cars toward a cliff and the first one to brake loses. And he didn't brake, but sped up when nearing the cliff that is next to the sea. And he survived (no injuries at all). (The other guy who did brake is in critical condition at the hospital.) Gah. I need another anime. Or j-drama.
I'll just watch Akazukin Chacha again. I just got HQ copies. :) Shiine-san :)
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Back to studying for Singapore Scholarship, then. Nakakabobo siya. Gah.
It's people like them that makes me want to make this journal private.
What am I, an escape for them? Something that will pass the time while waiting for the DOTA screen to load? (I don't think even that will work.)
No, I'm the constant reminder that there will always be someone more pathetic than all of them with regards to love.
Fuck. You don't understand. What I write may just be a passing amusement for you to read, but those are my feelings, plain and clear.
I was going to post something else, a piece directly related to the last entry, but I won't do it now. Let me see who's reading this.
And let the negative feedback commence.
Really. I just want to know now who gives a damn.
(Yes, that means you. Leave a comment or whatever.)
***
La Salle is disturbing me now. Seriously. They are calling me for some reason. >_< And my mother says "tunog gwapo raw yung tumatawag." Thanks Mom, really didn't need to know that.
***
I went to school yesterday. Yes, I'm a sucker for punishment. I gave Clar-san my clearance form. :)
For a day where technically all of the student body is banned from said premises, there sure were a lot of people around. I saw lots of '06 particularly, like Josef-san, Von-Von, Julia-san, and a lot of the Viscom people (who later escaped to Gateway?). :)
***
45 write-ups. 2 weeks. Oh dear.
The interesting thing is that I have to make the writeup of certain people who've made me go through lots of emotional drama. (Well, if you don't know who, ah well.) And then on the other side I have to make the writeups of those I know really well. And then there are the people I don't know at all. Or the people who don't know me at all either.
And if you're going to ask if I have to make his writeup, well.
Sorry, but no. Ah well.
***
There is an anime about mahjong. Even I cannot believe it. Gah. And it is scaryyy.
The main character. See, the anime is doomed. Not a hint of bishieness.
The main character and his friend the pimp. I'm kidding, but c'mon. The kid doesn't know how to play mahjong and this old guy wants him to play because he's losing to yakuza bosses even though he doesn't know how to play.
Some mahjong tiles I saw before I died from the horror of the noses.
The bizarre part of it all is that I am getting strangely engrossed. >_< The main character is insane. He played this game "Chicken" wherein two people drive cars toward a cliff and the first one to brake loses. And he didn't brake, but sped up when nearing the cliff that is next to the sea. And he survived (no injuries at all). (The other guy who did brake is in critical condition at the hospital.) Gah. I need another anime. Or j-drama.
I'll just watch Akazukin Chacha again. I just got HQ copies. :) Shiine-san :)
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Back to studying for Singapore Scholarship, then. Nakakabobo siya. Gah.