It’s been ages since my last post. HAHA. I’ve been having dates with homework lately. Oh well.

Today was not so awful after all. I didn’t even care much about it… oops. Define bitter. HAHA. Lol seriously though. I don’t really care whether I have a love life or not. Meh. Valentine’s Day never was exciting for me.

I got a white rose from a “secret admirer”. She also gave me a KitKat plus three notes. That’s a bit creepy (for me). I didn’t want to explain to my mom in case she saw so I left the rose at school. How mean of me. Anyway.

I need to go back on my date with homework. Harry Styles is actually getting a bit jealous of all the time I spend with it. So is Louis Tomlinson.

Bye!

We drifted apart.

I didn’t know when and how, but we did.

We used to have an easy closeness, a comfortable and happy atmosphere enveloping us with every conversation. Good morning texts, spending time with each other, and sweet messages. But that’s now gone, I suppose. What we used to be is gone.

We drifted apart, and I don’t know why. Maybe you were too busy. We were both too busy. Maybe we were too different. We are different, but somehow I always felt it would work. I thought there was something, but apparently there wasn’t. It was something one-sided - something only I had felt. And that’s it. I’m stuck in friend zone.

I saw you today. I hate it when I see you with somebody else - I hate knowing that you’re happy and I’m not there. It’s selfish and really immature, but I can’t explain the feeling somehow. Many times we caught each other’s eyes; I don’t know what you mean. I curse myself for thinking you thought the same. Because at the end of it all, I’m the only one hurting. I’m the only one longing. I’m the only one breaking.

So it turns out my next post won’t be about Rhapsody after all. (Me has no pics) Oh well. I’ll post up something that has been on my mind lately. It’s sort of story type, but interpret what you will.

Ten minutes to the lunch bell, and I’m finally free, she thought. She could feel her toes tapping in impatience. Next her fingers. Then her pencil. She was itching to leave, and with the sound of freedom merely a few clock turns away, it was impossible not to feel edgy.

“Children, life isn’t pointless, always remember that,” the teacher said whether as a parting word or as a prelude to another lengthy speech, she did not know. Some people applauded. Must be the parting statement.

Knowing her teacher was right in front of her seat, she used all of her strength in restraint - restraint in rolling her eyes. Turning to the window beside her chair, she decided the best way to pass the time would be to think.

Yeah right. Life isn’t pointless my foot! Life is routine. Life is redundant. Life is boring. Snort, yeah that’s right. Life is… She could go on and on about life, but then she realized she was using worse and worse adjectives than she began with.

The bell rang and she hastily went away, eager for the escape from the suffocating walls of “life isn’t pointless” class. She hated how everyone in it seemed so optimistic all the time - it made her feel like a big fool in the middle of a crowd. Like a clown with an ugly grin springing out of a jack-in-the-box. Like a joke.

Frankly, she never found life interesting. It was something she had gotten used to. Again, it was routine. You wake up, you sleep, you wake up again. It’s a never-ending cycle where nothing ever changes. The people you see are all the same, the things you do an infinite repetition. All the things in between sleeps are just like crystals of salt in a glass of water: they add spice at the beginning, but then they just dissolve into nothingness as time goes by.

Consumed by thought, she trips and falls down flat on her face. For a moment, she considered if people would stop and stare, or even laugh, but after a second of seeing that nobody even bothered noticed, she decides they wouldn’t any time soon. She gets up and doesn’t care. Nobody does, anyway. And so she carries on walking.

My favorite comfort food? Cheerios. (Oh sweet haven)

Because I love bullets…

• I got to school late today, since I woke up late. Oh well.
• We started Trigonometry today. It’s quite easy (as of the moment) but nothing beats Geometry in my head. Haha.
• Most of our subjects dealt with checking our exams and thankfully, I had good grades in all of them. But I still think I could’ve done better, especially in my Language essay. Oh, and I proved myself worthy of the Inner Eye when I surprisingly got a perfect score in the sequencing events of Arroyo’s trial (if you’re not Filipino, you’re most likely not to get this), which I didn’t study for AT ALL in my Social Studies test.
• At lunch, blue team had a group bonding, and it was so fun, even if we weren’t playing and stuff (because we kept hearing the bell of terror whenever we talked too loud). Ate Clara, Ate Chalz, and Ate Zai are all so sweet! Can I marry you guys?
• Right now, I’m stuck reading newspaper headlines for news reporting tomorrow. And here’s me getting stressed.
• Bye!

I saw these excellent art books on pencil shading, and I so badly wanted to buy them. Ugh. I hate the feeling of being broke.