Mood: okay.
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What i've been doing lately:
1. cleaning teh
so aun. this has gotta be one of my simple pleasures in life. in all honesty, cleaning the whole damn thing - bed, drawers, csbinet and mirror area - could've taken a mere five hours to properly organize brush away the dust. five simple damn hours. but it took me a day and a half to finish all of it - i just kept doubling back and checking how the heck did i got this motherkdjaskj score, or how the hell did i ended up with someone and something amazing back then. it's strange, really. the thing is, packrat or not, you almost always end up treasuring the things that don't really matter - like a scrapbook or a notebook for instance. you can't choose what to treasure, what to appreciate, what to stick in that memory bank of yours, nope.
you just do.
2. sleeping late.
or the polar opposite, sleeping all day. this happened more than once this sembreak, so i guess my circadian rhythm is pretty messed up right now. as such, i eat my breakfast at 3 in the afternoon and my dinner at somewhere between 9 or 12. ohno, where the heck did lunch go? lsjdakl.
3. traditionz.
y'see, every year, we gather up the usual crowd in the highschool tropa and meet up in a 7-11 to walk the rest of the way to the manila memorial cemetery, where we pay our respects for the deceased and the steadfastness of the living. then at around midnight, we crash at a friend's place and spend the rest of the night/day doing nothing but catch up and watch them movies and drink. and i guess it's strange, in an ohgahd-what-the-hell-am-i-doing kind of way, but it works, you know.
lol. we've been doing this for so long that i don't remember what the tradition exactly IS. is it the annual sleepover, or the long walk to and around the cemetery or is it the marathon of movies that fuck your shit up?
4. writing
yes, writing. call me a fucking noteworm or something, but first let me clarify that what i've been doing is pure shit. no kidding. it still reeks of my highschool emo days, the days wherein i could spend a whole freaking day staring at the ceiling with only music to consume and letters to burn. i mean, how low have i gone to only churn out recycled material from - gahd, i'll get stoned to death for this - love stories. what the fuck is fucking wrong with me, aargg.
don't get the wrong idea here; i love writing love stories as much as i like reading them. but i think that the market is too saturated of love stories nowadays that they treat it as something trivial, something that you could grasp and understand just by reading the lines of a book. well, yeah, i admit that as a writer, it IS one of the fundamental reasons one can have for writing a book: to give information and shit.
but to go as far as actually use as mere binded words on paper for something so immense and inexplicable such as love... i dunno about that.
5. the pressure of passing
yessur. i passed all of my subjects this sem. but the thing is, i'm not feeling any sense of accomplishment. give me a break. it just means that im able to face the incoming semester with more subjects and shit, and along with this thought comes the fact that i must pull my grades higher so that i could score a pretty decent job in this hellhole we call life. and if i go deeper down this thought, i'll think of what the hell would i be doing in five years time and the fucking, undoubtedly hard decisions i have to face during those years.
sigh.
6. on the pink side of things
talktothewalls still remains as one of my favorite youtube artists, as she churns out good originals now and then. save for this freakishly redundant line "Lately i've been thinking / Of this feeling / That i've been feeling" her newest original, this could be an experiment, or more... is pretty fucking amazing. vid here.
incidentally, my favorite line comes next out of the freakishly redundant line i wrote earlier. "Its hard to understand what i'm feeling / Is this true or am i overreacting baby?" and of course, the ending lines leave no room for disappointment with "We could make this work / We may not be rocket scientists / But we could experiment" fuck yea. it's as if she's reading a book entitled "ding's life" and writing songs about it.
yeah, right.
7.my family is fo sucking stupid
that they actually painted my fucking cabinet. if you know me personally, you may have realized that i am an overly jolly person, so much so that i have deathwishes, emotional sentiments and messsags from friends written on my cabinet. and it's been GREAT. i loved that cabinet that if it suddenly turned into cute girl overnight, i would be very happy.
so imagine how pissed off i was to come home one evening, very late, very hungry and very tired, and see how fucked up my cabinet was - they had painted all over my eathwishes, emotional sentiments and messsags from friends. holy shit squared.
so i stormed into the culprit's room, my aunt, and blasted her with "tita, wag nyu na lang pinturahan ung cabinet ko, thanks"
fuck. i should have mauled her head open.
8. paranormal activity is the shit
the theater ending, that is. and that's only if you can stand about 30 minutes of non-action and what not.
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