Saturday, December 15, 2007
I Know Who Is
Who is the most fucked up? That was the last question I brought up from my previous entry.

I figured the answer to that.

Who else but the person who can't seem to entertain every guy who's interested with her. It's none other than the person who keeps wanting and obsessing about guys whom, in some twisted way, she can't have. It's the person who seem to can't get enough. The person who fears commitment and messes every relationship she has had. Vain. Apathetic. Self-Centered. Ice-Cold Bitch. ME.

And yes, this is a rant entry again.

A friend of my EX-EX-BF's friend called me this afternoon asking if he could fetch (duh, what a term) me from my school so we can go home together (who are we kidding?). Since we only had a seminar this day and since it's freaking Chrismassy season all around, I agreed.

Okay, that's not the type of chic I was way back. Typically, I'd just shrug him off. But lately, I have been very bold about my actions and honestly, I am not surprised at all.

We ended up drinking at a bar outside my school. There were 6 of us. It's all fun at first, until my not so friendly EX-boyfriend appeared. Turns out, they were going to get wasted too.. at that same fucking bar.

It's been decades since we last spoke, me and my EX. The closest contact I had with him was tonight... and it's when I was with somebody else. Given that we don't speak to each other at all, I didn't feel affected by the whole me seeing him, he seeing me in a bar scenario. I am just sharing this to kick-off a series miserable events.

The guy I dated ( if you call that dating) is really not a total jerk. In fact he is nice. He paid for all the booze, the pulutan, our pedicab and jeepney fare. lol. No seriously, I think he's a really nice guy.

BUT. There's always that annoying big BUT! haha.

But, I got scared of him. He talks about serious relationships, meet-the-family shit. For Pete's sake, that is so not me. I am still having fun. Loving my life as a gorgeous unattached chick. lol. If you're looking for a pretty nice little girl to take home to your momma and poppa you've got the wrong girl. Please.

I cannot be attached to anyone right now. Not yet ready for a relationship shit, that's ME.

Besides, I am still wanting and obsessing with another guy right now. How can I be in a relationship with someone when I want somebody else. I was talking to him through the phone while I was staring at my picture with another guy, the guy that I want. Sick. Sick. Sick.

You like me, I like him, maybe he likes somebody else. BUT maybe he likes me too. This is taking up my energy. I am gorgeous, but I admit, I'm such a superficial loser when it comes to these things.

And Oh, this is not a letter for Joe 'D Mango. gaaaah.

I died tonight again.
Merry Christmas guys.
 
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Thursday, December 13, 2007
Quarter Life Crisis? Is it?
This entry can be included in the top list of what not to write after UNBLOGGING ( if there's such) for a long period of time.

An angst-ridden, sad, depressing, rant-filled entry.

OKAY, so here goes me.

The reason I haven't written anything in this blog for the past couple of weeks is because I really don't have anything interesting to share. I just can't seem to write anything at all. Honestly, there was a point when I thought that this is a short term effect of too much smoking and pill-popping. Yes I do take downers now.

So what have I been doing for the past couple of weeks? I am throwing away all the values I have gained from, as my mother would call it, CATHOLIC SCHOOLS. Let's describe it in a goody goody perspective, I am sort of like neglecting my responsibilities as a student and ruining my life. Too much booze. Too much smoke. Too much downers. And no, I am not addicted. Addicted is such a strong word. Dependent is perfect.

I have my excuse. I'd say I AM ENJOYING YOUTH because as far as I know I am not getting any younger. When schoolmates call me 'ATE', I get agitated. Especially those freshmen. My unsolicited advice is, don't you ever fucking call me 'ATE' you fuckers... We all get old, and when it's your time, I hope you get the same mocking respect as I get whenever you call me 'ATE'. and I hope you'll look a lot older than I did when I was your age. *evil laugh* No offense though.

I'm not sure if it's just me who's scared about getting old, graduating from school, getting a job, and all that 'I'm supposed to do' shit. Does money grow from tree? Definitely not. So where will I get the money I'll be using to support my 'fabulous' lifestyle? errr.. from a high paying job? So, what am I supposed to do after college? find a high paying job? Yeah, it's so very easy to say.. easier when imagined. I just don't know if that high paying job will make me happy. That's where the problem is.


I just feel heavy now.

I am sad.

Really.

my vices are just short-term solutions.

And I am fucking depressed.

Everyone I talked to are either finished with their THESIS or at the finishing stage. I , on the other hand, haven't started anything yet.

Phew.

;(

I want to disappear in some fuckng weird way. Right now.

Maybe leave everything behind and disappear in the mountains. hahaha. fuck that thought.

++

I have this thing. For this person. And he doesn't know it yet. And I don't think he will fucking care. I do like him. I doubt he likes me too. I am sad because I don't want to leave school for christmas vacation without being with him again. *song plays 'we'd get on by kate nash'* ahahahha. you like me, i like him, maybe he likes somebody else. who is the most fucked up? hahaha.. fuck.
 
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