L-A-Z-Y.
May 19, 2010Woke up at noon. It’s almost 1 in the morning and I’m still in bed.
I haven’t been doing anything all day except for some beta work on two chapters, 5,000+ words apiece, and re-editing 300 times. Tres pathetique. This is what happens when you fail in writing; you become a beta reader and can only drool over other people’s plot ideas as you correct their horrible grammar.That’s not to say that mine’s perfect but oh well, maybe I’m just being a sour grape. Or a vegetable more appropriately since I’m doing a great impression of being bedridden.
When a laptop, cell phones, sketchpad and pens, a mug of tea, a purse, an ashtray and your little brother’s electronic toy organ (of all things) are littered all over your bed, you know you’re lazy.
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[ day 5: ” a song that reminds you of someone ” ]
I can still play the piano! *does a happy dance lying down*
compleanno.
May 16, 2010Today is my little brother’s birthday and he’s sad because his most favourite person in the world, my ex-girlfriend, is not attending the celebration.
Hmm. I want to give him an honest explanation but I don’t think “heartless bitch” should be in his vocabulary. Ever.
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[ day 4: ” a song that makes you sad ” Stop Me - Mark Ronson ]
sad sad sad! T__T
May 15, 2010Florence + The Machine is performing in Singapore tonight. And where am I? Stuck in the Philippines where no good Western bands ever come. Unless you want Dashboard Confessional. Which I don’t. Grr. I want Florence Welch.
Florence + Lightspeed Champion
I’m sorry?
I bumped into two of my exes last night. It was not pretty.
It’s not so bad knowing that your exes are dating each other now. In fact, I was happy for them. They, however, were not happy for me. Not at all.
The minute I saw them stepping out of their car I thought, I’m screwed. It was the first time I saw both of them again since breaking up. I was sure one of them would confront me and slap me or pull at my hair or something. I didn’t exactly end relationships well.
I never said I was good with endings.
And so one of them suddenly walked up to me, snatched my ciggy away, and started spitting words like, “bitch” “fucker” “putang ina mo”, etc. Then she grabbed her girlfriend’s arm and thrust it into my face.
Big reddish scars formed the letters “ALICE” on the skin of her arm. I gaped at it in horror. Tell me, what the hell were you supposed to do when you find out that your ex, now dating your other ex, had your name carved into her arm? I would have preferred a well-aimed slap on my face. My god.
Before I could say or do anything, the ex with the scars snatched her hand away and glared at her girlfriend. For a minute they were arguing with each other before the bitchy one turned to me and shoved at my shoulder and said, “If you have a conscience I hope it eats you alive, you heartless bitch.”
That’s probably like the hundredth time I’ve been called that.
I’ve got a really interesting reputation going for me. Shit.
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[ day 3: ” a song that makes you happy “ Mushaboom - Feist ]
"A Movie Script Ending" is a song befitting this restlessness.
May 14, 2010Tried to sleep at the apartment. That thing, that incubus still haunts my bedroom. I swear I could hear him laughing when I couldn’t move my legs again. I slept a grand total of 2 hours and woke up feeling suspiciously ache-y. But maybe I was just tired from yesterday. Still, it never fails to creep me out. It first happened to me about a year ago. I woke up feeling like someone was choking me and I couldn’t move my body except for my head, which I found was off the pillow suspended in the air, like someone yanked my upper body off the bed. And I was just hanging in there for like 15 seconds, my eyes wide open and seeing nothing in the dark.
Ugh, why the hell do these weird things keep happening to me? I don’t even believe in supernatural bullshit. My high school RE teacher, who was someone who supposedly “saw” things, once told me that a really tall lady was following me around, and that this lady would watch me closely while I scribbled away in class. I gave teach one big shrug. I couldn’t see a lady anywhere.
There was one time I actually saw something, though. I was half asleep in my bed when I heard my bedroom door creak open. I thought it was my little brother since I could hear soft footfalls padding on the floor. Then I felt something holding my leg. When I opened my eyes I saw a bald figure about two feet in height trying to climb up my bed, grasping at my leg to hoist itself up. I sat up in alarm and it ran away towards the door, swinging it open as it disappeared. I remember running after it, but oddly enough, my door was locked. I had locked it before I went to bed.
So I just stood there staring at the door wondering if it was all a dream. But why was my leg still tingling where the thing had touched me?
I’m going back to sleep. And I’m opening all the windows to let the sunshine in.
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[ day 2: ” your least favourite song ” Peacebone - Animal Collective ]
