a writer, eh? not really. but why? because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am... real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me...
or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that.
because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about.. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care.
did you hear me?
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oh boy. research... again.
why, it's four o' clock in the morning. and i'm only halfway done. no sleep, my friends.
and it's all highlighted with a red blotch in the left cheek.
what red blotch? the pink tic which appeared after mommy administered a whopping at my face.
all because i was too desperate to finish this whole piece of junk. using yahoo! messenger, i asked for help from this certain girl (who actually knows a lot about research.) that was three o' clock in the dawn. then out of nowhere a small yet supple hand came smack! into my face.
"akala ko ba nagreresearch ka? mukhang nanliligaw ka lang eh!" came the shrill cry of dear mommy.
"ha? hindi po! nagpapatulong lang ako sa research!" i retorted back, obviously outraged at the act. but no alibi or reason seemed to satisfy her, so she returned to bed with a hot head which really shouldn't be there.
anyway, the damage was done. and blotch or no blotch, my cheek hurts.
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