copied from raxonn...

right. and i'm still at school, waiting for steven villaraza's pageant. earlier, i wanted to hit the road and leave. after all, i dont have my close friends (which are only two) in the class with me anyway. sometimes i feel like an idiot amidst all the swarming people around. i feel like a rock. not because i'm strong. i'm a rock because i feel insignificant. insignificant to everybody. but i chose not to leave. truth is, i even worked on ste's denims again. and blimey, now i dont feel so bad anymore. true. if i'm in a smoke-puffing (like that of a dragon perhaps) mood right now, i wouldve written "...i even worked on ste's FRIGGIN denims again". but hey, i didnt. so that must really mean, i'm feelin well already.

i'm a pathetic creature. i tried communicating with him. and by golly, he responds like we really know each other. but dang, why is it that i feel like tearing up the ground and burying myself underneath it whenever our paths would literally cross? no kidding. its awful. it makes me feel sooper stupid.
hmm lets pull out some possible reasons behind this attitude.

1. maybe because hes got a lot of people around him always. and of course i wouldnt wanna be gossiped about being his stalker. i mean, hey. he did get my attention but puhleese. that doesnt mean i'm goin gaga over him. the only guy i "passionately" care about is now kevin mcdaid's. yup. he's G-A-Y (err...dont tell me the other guy i'm talkin about right now is homo too).

2. maybe because he's pleasing to the eyes. and i'm not. :) nuff said.

3. maybe bacause i'm scared of guys. nah. i've practically lived 17 years (and counting)of my existence with just my dad and brother. and i did have guy classmates in primary school, mind you.

4. maybe because i aint eloquent enough. aaarrgh!!!!!! terrible! gotta have the BLARNEY STONE! uhm...will somebody get me that for a Christmas present?

i'll probably have to end this. i gotta watch steven. i gotta see my pants!...i mean... his pants. uhm... thats it. oh before i forgot. we won the cheering and basketball competitions. hurrah for the sophomores!

ta-ta!

back

its amazing how fast time goes. one day i'm in first year and the next day i'm here in the second, "a capped student nurse" and all. my last post here is a more than a month old and i realise twas all about marcus. pathetic enough. yet there are no regrets. and by golly, i'd be even happier if he can read that personally. even pathetic.

okay enough now about my lost love. err..maybe not. not so long ago, i started an experiment on my mushy slash true stury novel making skills. at the mo i have done a little. maybe less than ten peragraphs. and guess what. it's still about marcus. whoopee! applause for the plan to quit thinking of my gay man! tis in vain again! the story tackles three main characters. Kolbe, Martin, and Riah (truth is i still cant make up my mind on what to call the girl since her name right now kinda stinks).

i'ma cut this short and leave you hanging for a while. i gotta get to the dorm to watch homeboy. its gonna showcase the ex housemates of pbb and my mates know i'm a sucker for bob.

i'll spill more about my novel soon.

i hope.