Okay, so it's exam week already. Woohoo. Yay.

And what better way to procrastinate from studying than to write a short story!

History of the short story: My sister, Kara, had a homework in English. She had to make a short story about loneliness or nostalgia, and she needed my help. So she challenged me, and I immediately started blurting out my ideas. She didn't use any of them (pshhh), so I decided to write the skeleton down on my notebook.

Today, I found that notebook and decided "Hey, I should totally write this story. It has an ending (not like the others I made)."

I'm sorry if my pacing is weird (sometimes it would come detailed, sometimes it lacks details, blah blah blah). I get lazy/too excited sometimes.

So here it is:( Imaginary (Part Uno) )</div>I can't write when I'm hungry. Hahaha.
Hopefully, I will get to continue this tomorrow.
If I stop my procrastinating ways. GAH.

Ta-ta.

rhyme scheme = fail :)) My rhyming is really sabog. hahahaha

 Here are some poems I made that never made it to multiply. (haha)







Idiots

I never told anyone this, but
You  - yes you
with teasing curls
that shine a dirty copper
- are remarkably
and utterly
an Idiot.

You -
with familiarly stained shirts
and unbleachable language,
with ego
as murky as
the cespool of your muddy eyes,
with indifference
as small
as the universe can be
- are the reason why,
my dear sir,
we are living in this
Shit Hole
You (and I) call
Home.

And yet I
(an idiot)
am still bitterly
In love with you.


Infinity minutes

1derful dreamer,
(2 whom I address and profess)
My love to 3,
though hard to say
(without inducing such cliche),
is 4ever an ∞

I'm pretty content with my life right now, I guess.

I'm in a point in my life where no happiness exceeds to greatness, but also where no sadness plummets into depression.

And I'm grateful.

I'm grateful for these summer days, when none go to waste in BumLand.

I'm grateful for all the time I can spend for achieving (or at least trying to achieve) my goals.

I'm grateful that there are no classes anymore, yet I still choose to think.

So many other things I'm grateful about, but the list goes on as far as the distance to the sun and back.

All this extra time makes you realize those things, y'know.



And oh yeah, I've decided to take up Journ in UP - it's final (I think). Might do a double course with either an education course or something else like creative writing, or something that'll land me a job easily. Or maybe take a minor (I wonder if they offer that for education courses). Oh college, please make me better. Haha

My dad had one of his short (and funny) sad-freaking-out rants again. Money's always a problem. Still praying for him to find a job (sighs).

Being sick has its benefits: Rest from school, weight-loss, extra time to study, do project, yatta yatta yatta...

But there's obviously more downsides to being sick. As if the sickness itself isn't enough pain, you can't go out and you end up in the hospital - Which was what happened to me.

To those who didn't know or notice, I've been absent for a week now. I got confined in Asian and there I found out I had dengue. I knew I was going to catch that someday since my family's a bit of a dengue-catching type of family (All of us kids got dengue already except one).

I didn't like it in the hospital. It was BORING and it got lonely. A lot. And my only friend was cable tv and the occasional tech doctor visiting to get a vial of my blood (That happened every 4 freaking hours!). Oh and the nurses, I can't forget the nurses. They were nice.

Sometimes there would be guests and I'd be glad since it was human contact. But then, of course, they'd leave me. Then it would get awfully lonely again :(

I couldn't even read a book because my dad keeps procrastinating about getting it for me. I could write a while, but then couldn't again because they had to transfer my IV and put a plank-like thing on my wrist to keep it from moving :(

And the whole time I was SO PISSED because I knew I couldn't go to the fair. That sucks a whole lot for me.

Things were going horrible for me. My platelet count was going down. I had LOTS of quizzes and long tests to make up for. I was missing a lot of lessons. I wasn't going to make it to Zobel Race. I wasn't even sure if I could go to fair.

But things were looking better. My platelet count went up from 78...to 79! :)) I was getting better and I still had a chance to go to fair! Hurrah!

And Today, I got discharged from the hospital and I'm GLAD I'm out of that place. Being sick isn't fun at all.

But I still can't go to fair because the doctor said I had to rest :( GAHHH!!!

Poems! :))

I was so poetry-driven a while ago, so I wrote some down on a notebook. I read them again and thought they were all crappy :))

Here they are anyway:

Sleep's Calling

My eyes, teary,
Weary from its wait
When will it come?
When will they rest?
A mystery it stays.
But when it comes by
To linger
'round the twinkles
of the twins
They want to,
But can't go
to restful slumber
yet.
"Shut them!"
No, the world's awake
"You know you want to..."
But life, Oh life!
It keeps me living
It keeps me insane.

 

(untitled)

Watch
       so
            ci
                 et
                      y
drowning in its own delirious
defeat.
You should've listened to that
One guy who said
I Told You So.

Starless Night

Invisible Stars

Why wander in the deep?

There's still plenty of room

for wishes to keep.

 

Punctuality

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A haiku

Nothing in the dark

But Two pairs of eyes - they stare

at the moonlit night

 

Televised Love

Lure me in
On your precious
Vow;
Engulf me in your

Little game.
Ours is the world, a
Vestibule of
Extreme pleasures.

Let me follow
Ostentatiously to the
Very places we've
Explored. But

Lust - it takes you
Over, like a
Vacuum of
Erotica.

Lo and behold,
Only if I knew:
Voluptuous others, they
Excite you more.

Left behind - I
Over dramatize. Un-
Vindicated, emotional.
Exits are never the best.

 

I had more, but they're not human worthy :P

I guess I have to do my homework already 8-|

I can't stop it. It's a cycle. The inevitable cycle of life.

"Be first honor"

I can't, I get B in conduct

"Don't get B in conduct"

I can't, I always get late for school

"Don't be late for school"

I can't, I have to stay up late

"Don't stay up late"

I can't, I have to do my homework/project

"Don't do your homework late at night"

I can't, I'll get a lower grade

"Do it earlier then"

I have no choice. I have to wait until someone picks me up from school, which is really late.

"Where's your ride coming from?"

Quezon

"Oh. You're screwed."

Yeah, thanks for reminding me.

 

That's pretty much everyday for me.

All that just because I don't get a ride home earlier.