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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time flies like an arrow. fruit flies like a banana...
forget the punchline. i shouldn't be writing this anyway... i only came to think of it because some friends asked me about something related to it, and i told them that that was something i needed to self-reflect on.
i'm trying.
"bakit ka ba laging nala-late?" this girl asked.
i bit my lip. was that really a question? did i really need to answer that? my mind was scrambling for an answer... and it found nil. so what if i don't give an answer?
but still it seemed to matter. why, really, why? it turned out that i also didn't know.
but then again... so what?
and so the silence prevailed, once again, after thirty long seconds of pondering. but come to think of it... i really should think about it, right? i mean...
why would i be adjusting the clock one hour advanced if i don't make use of it? why am i wearing a watch in the first place? why did i enter an institution requiring people to be inside the grounds by this time, just to arrive an hour and quarter later? a lot of things won't make sense if i don't make a resolve. and that's how complicated life is...
better late than never. isn't that better? not really - it's like better not attend a major subject than not to attend school at all. if a certain thing's incomplete, does one utilize its full capability? indeed, no.
hey, wait - in the first place i shouldn't be the one talking about such and such and so and so. and you know why...
anyway, i gotta go. can't waste too much time on this. *yeah, and i'm still on my school clothes, and i haven't eaten dinner yet, and i haven't gone anywhere but the desktop since arriving home, and.... you get the point?*
oh dear...
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