fear itself
Last night, my ver dotting friend MR told me to just be careful. I asked her to further elaborate what she’s telling me. She quipped and said she can’t do that precisely because she’s close with the person who’ll do the threat. To add to my mysery, I asked Henri for some help but he just said that he won’t meddle in my affairs because he wants to graduate this semester and gave this advice, "just don’t go home alone".
So much for friendship.
I’m scared, really. Is this the end of it?
What have I done? Or if I really have done something, might as well tell me.
Uncategorized | Comment (0)terminal stage Cyriliosis
for days now, people from across My Space (and that’s Beacon and ADU clique) have expressed their aghast due to the tart taste of my blog entries. it’s not the usual themes of fledging homoerotica but the terminal affliction of this rare viral infection called Cyriliosis.
symptoms include constant sending of mushy quotes via sms bereft of replies; telephone sado-masochism where you utter formal courtsies and all you here on the other line is the clicking of a mobile phone’s keypad or a PC’s keyboard or recently masama ka man talaga kuya… makahiya kaya… crap. i wish i’ll just start writhing and foaming in the college garden, it’s less of a torture.
why does Henri have to insist that i delete my blog entries for the sake of Mindanao’s debate community? (he reminds me of Hermione blabbering about international magical cooperation not Harry) or that it’s causing trauma to Smirk. whatever. and rumor has it that it’s mutual? ah! how i wish..
i just want to ask, how selfish can one be?
i don’t go prancing around telling every soul i meet that i have feelings for him, it’s precisely unnatural for me but i tried. and now Harry is trying to silence Bellatrix from expressing her love for Voldemort! (hey! how did this crap get in here?)
i’m sick and injured. there’s no doubt i’m dying. Science has no cure for this sickness, i would even try lead-contaminated China-made tablets if it can end all this foolishness. it has got me suicidal (LSS again?)
for YOUR information, i’m already been vaccinated against unrequited love. it won’t affect me anymore.
but i guess, it didn’t provide any protection against Cyriliosis. :’(
Uncategorized | Comment (1)spell LOSER
It’s exactly seven days past since my birthday, for the benefit of those who deny they know the date, it’s the first of September. A certified Virgo. Hear! Hear!
Well, it’s not that I wished people remembered it but I was glad enough, my closest of friends did, none opf my love interest did so but why bother. On the pretext of bothersome, I just had my worst birthday in recent memory. I placed last among the AdZU contingent in the 16th MPDC and a terse Joey Neil made me end the night all the more sullen. But I guess, the heavens have pity, they made me the best laughing stock in Mindanao euphemized as the Best in Public Speaking. Shame! Shame!
Whatever! It’s not that I have to ponder on it forever but it does, excuse the term, sucks!I could have faired well if not for the momentary seizure of getting infatuated with this Rupert Jason… ugh.. do I still have to continue? Or maybe the audience has gone tired of this malignant affliction of mine. Fine then, let’s go the twist of the story, he’s gay. Flirting with an aphasic debater named Justin. Another twist, he greets Emann and Espie the required morning curtsies for aquaintances, both of them, except me. Do I have to text him first? ugh.. Do I sense desperation, Madame?
Henry and Al arrived at school yesterday, virtually celebrities in their own right. Yes, I am proud of them not for the sheer glory of association but I really know them, it’s quite different from just having known them from that nationally televised ANC debate. And how about me? Nada. The hanger-on have not.
Last night, just last night. Emann: Cyril do you feel something or anything about Marion? Cyril: NONE. End of story.
Spell LOSER please… M-A-R-I-O-N.
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