Born:  March 17, 1987.
Where: San Francisco, California.
Studies:  Journalism, in the University of Santo Tomas.
Is: frank, confident, loud, impulsive, sarcastic, rambunctious, a *HUGE* jerk, independent, cerebral, tough, arrogant, abrasive, callous. In love.  Madly. Tamed

Likes: Long walks in he park.. (not!) Video Games, Anything that has anything to do with computers, reading, writing.  Watching crappy movies with my girlfriend, and finding the little things in life that make it worth living.

Dislikes: Over Dramatics.  (My Girlfriend dumped me! noo! im gonna jump off the roof now! (Oh, please)) Hypocrisy, and all the big things/people that make life the hell that it can be sometimes.

E-mail/YM/Friendster: Trippin317@yahoo.com
 



Sunday, December 10, 2006
Somethings bugging me..
 

Its nothing serious.

I dont know.. I feel kind of.. heavy.

Thats the best word I can think of to describe it, really. Lethargic, maybe? Apathetic? I have no idea. All i know is, something's bugging me. Its weighing me down.

Dont get me wrong. Im not depressed. Im not sad. In fact, im quite happy. Its just that somethimes, when im alone in the house, when i find myself doing the same things over and over again, i get to thinking..

There has to be something better that i should be doing, other that zonking out in front of one screen or another, or burrying my nose in books.

Ive fallen into a routine, and i cant stand it.

Get up, go to school, sit for three hours, try to stay awake, play pc games in between classes with my friends, go back to classes, try to stay awake, go home, sleep.

dont even get me started on my routine for days without class.

my only respite from the mind numbing monotony of it all are the stolen moments i have with trish. It is only during these times that I feel.

Seriously.

I numbly go about the whole day, trying to squeeze a semblance of MEANING out of this existance of mine. I feel like a freaking robot. But then again, when were together, all that junk gets thrown out the window and i feel as light as a feather. But then, my girl has to leave and FWOOP!! the darkness closes in on me all over again.

It is at its worst when im on my way home, and im trying to catch a ride. That is when i feel the most alone. I cant even text her cause its not safe whippin your phone out in public in this country. Its awfully frustrating standing in the street trying to catch an fx that seems to atually try to avoid you, while yearning for the softness of a pillow under my head.

I guess this just goes to show that that girl is the center of my life right now. God. That is a really scary thought, really. I dont know if thats romantic, or pathetic. Probably both. Well.. shes the single thing that makes me happy, thats for sure.. she's that light at the end of the tunnel that i find myself clinging to.. Gosh.. im such sap. Gotta get a grip.

Well.. whatever..

Que Cera Cera.

Out.


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