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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the week is quickly coming to a close... tomorrow would be friday - family day for avogadro-IV... together with the release of cards. no thrill in that.
and about five days ago, i took the ateneo college entrance test at room two of ateneo high school, 1:00 pm. actually the test started an hour later than expected... the test was so damn easy. it was nothing like other people say about it - hard, difficult, and oh-you'd-be-damned. dunno, but it was really quite easy to me...
then just eighteen hours earlier, something triggered my body to succumb to bronchitis. i was immediately brought to the hospital, where medications were administered. i was released eight hours earlier... which meant i was late for class. and i barely made through the day, though the fatigue and the sleeplessness resting on me wasn't evident, thank God.
generally, i feel so down and depressed. maybe it's just a vague feeling, but it probably means something that i have yet to know. it all came while i was browsing through blogs and journals.
at school, it's much worse. many a time have i been caught wandering to deep meaningless realities through longing gazes and blank stares at empty, dead spaces.
this is so sick.
and now... that's all for the week. boring, huh?
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