stoned cherries
i have been bothered by these latest string of unfortunate events that seemingly tries to dissipate the entrails of my anatomy. in short, i’m damn tired! ugh… and i feel lost… these rainy days keep me aflutter with ennui… sish.. why do do i insist on using highfaluting terms? i got two out of ten in a Philo paper for doing so! i guess, i’m just stubborn. i don’t intend to brag my sophisticated lexicon.
i miss him. i miss Cyril for heaven’s sake. i went home yesterday and the heavy downpour made everything seem forlorn. could you imagine what i did? i sobbed for crying out loud! goodness gracious people seem perfectly apathetic these days they didn’t bother if some psycho has managed to sneek into the ferry… no man has ever made me cry (and crazy it seems) this way before. Henri, the usual villain, said that we’re both poor and falling for Cyril would not give my story a redemption. the hell i care.
what am i blabbering about? i can’t blame Cyril for all my misery. it’s my fault anyway. end of story.
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I’ve chosen the title of the latest song that has infected me with the dreadful LSS (the middls "s" is not for "sex" for goodness’ sake!). The reason why? I honestly don’t know why.
Cyril has obviously smirked me to nothingness. As if I did not anticipated it. I admit, I clung to a precocious thread of hope, that maybe, maybe he would be the one. Well I guess the bubble was pricked quite early. Poor him, the victim of my unrequited love. At least, to the very end, he listened, I just don’t know if there was a twinge of sincerity in his response or I just imagined it. The answer is left for amused guessing.
Why Cytil? I mean, he does not, not even an iota, meet with my standards of a sensual lover. But, I guess, my lust has dissipated to love… now really… I think I’m in love but who cares? I doubt, he really does.
I knew it when I feel it, was my marvelous response.
I confessed, in utter dramatic stupidity, that I love him and the best way is to forget him (Marion? Is that you? Yes dear.) just to save the remaining fragments of my heart from becoming powderized. I even suggested we play pretense that’s nothing wrong. Oh well, my favorite line comes to mind, "All the world is a stage and all the men mere actors." The catch is, who gets the top plum… laughter please.
At the end of the day, inches before midterms and my scarred face heals, I still love him…
Honestly.
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After an eon of hibernation, I have ressurected from the morose grave of my mundane life. Well, if you ahve noticed, one fiend friend of mine, in maybe a homicidal tantrum, extinguished all of my existing posts, leaving me bereft of the only source of essence –expression.
Oh well, all good things come to an end, as they say (or was it Nelly Furtado who said it?); it seems I owe a lifetime to this profile of mine. To be honest with all the interlocutors of mine, I have not acquiesced the inclination of expression in the online world but such is the rule of life, be en vogue or be bogged out. I prefer the earlier.
So much have transpired ever since: eyebrows that spelled disaster, a new love with Voldemort’s twin and just recently a parody in Beacon… ugh.. Life and stress. Beautiful.
On the more positive side, I miss home and the people who before the eyebrow crisis were on the brink of evicting me ( ala Big Brother). But I eventually made it home. Happiness.
I feel vibrant, rejuvinated and extremely confident but nonetheless the natural me, doubtful… how ironic… I have fallen madly in love with Mr. Smirk (he smirks a lot) and the mere attempt to forget me, makes me hypocondriac and utterly nonsensical… To my dear audience’s information, he’s just as freshman. Talking about corrupting minors.. should i burst out laughing? I guess not. I love him. I know it when I feel it.
I have ressurected from the ennui of my memories.
It’s showtime (I’m no Margarita copycat).
P.S.
The unspeakable Pupung has left me aphasiac for the last semester. Really.
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