I hope this year my birthday wish comes a little late. Mga one week.
I don’t like taking about money. Don’t talk to me about money.
Or people torturing themselves, for that matter.
It’s extremely awful when I see people torturing other people (or animals). Movies are fine, but real events, or reenactment of real situations, fck no.
Just hearing about it makes me sick inside.
Sometimes I wish I have more friends. So they get to take a break from my woes. Hahahaha.
How to make your monitor only visible to you
THAT IS REALLY COOL
If my mom saw me staring at my laptop with nothing but a blank screen it would go one of two ways.
She would either A: Accept it and carry on.
or B: Finally decide I’ve gone nuts and get me help
So I want to sleep but I still can’t sleep because I’m transferring my music library back to my player and I’m still at letter N and I can’t do it tomorrow because I can hardly sleep without music anymore and I ffff. This is making me crazy
This is frustrating!
Tagalog post follows.
First ever .gif file that we made!
"How much do you want to worry me before you’re satisfied?"
A man wearing an immaculate, possibly stiff black suit was sitting on a drab sofa that was too unsuited for his person. He was leaning forward with his forearms on his knees and his hands looped loosely together.
“You’re digging your own grave, again,” he said. He stared pointedly at a haphazardly girl who looked like she just plunked herself on the opposite sofa.
“I keep myself busy that way,” she answered before she took a sip from her tumbler with a manner that makes one think it was some sort of classy alcohol in there.
But she couldn’t fool him. He reckoned that it’s milk. Or some other innocent beverage she liked, lemon juice perhaps. She needs to stop pretending to be tough with me, he thought.
“Someday, you’re going to fall on one of those holes you’re carelessly fond of digging.”
“I know,” she stared back. “I’m waiting.”
He didn’t miss a beat, and reasoned right back.
“Don’t sound so confident. You’ll be regretting that.” His voice sounded stiff, and angry.
“I’m not confident. I said I’m waiting, and I wouldn’t like to stop waiting, because by then it means that the day has come. But I refuse to be afraid until I’m half covered in soil and dirt.”
“Refusing to be afraid doesn’t mean you’re not-”
“I trusted you not to point out what I was trying not to say.”
“I need you to trust me to rein you back in to safe grounds, whenever I deemed necessary.”
I t was an authoritative plea, if there was. She could say no if she truly wanted to. But she also discerned that if she yielded to the rather appealing urge to reject him, there would be unfortunate events of various sorts. And he really was thinking for her – for their – welfare. Because danger for one is danger for the other.
She finished her drink and put her tumbler on the small coffee table between them.
“Fine, I’ll humor you.”
Then she stood up without looking at him and walked out of the room.
Now he was happy, obvious by the grin pasted on his face. That’s the best surrender he could get from her. He chanced a look into the bottoms of her tumbler. His smile grew bigger. It was milk.
Now that’s a conversation I had with myself, in my head. I’m comfortable with the fact that I have conversations with myself. Because I know that most people, at one time or another, at times more often than the others, even - talk to themselves.
Well, the last time I caught myself doing that was earlier this afternoon. A remarkable conversation with a scene. And I think it’s cool. It’s funny how I had another me conjured up here *points at temple* as a man. I mean, I don’t want to be a man. But well, it’s amazing when I actually think of it.
Some people think I’m weird. Okay, make that many. Many people think I’m weird. And that’s by saying as much as about 25 percent of what’s on my mind. I wonder what people will think if I actually tell them more than that.
Now, I hope you’re not thinking I’m crazy, I doubt myself sometimes. But most of the time, I believe that I’m the normal weird and normal crazy. I mean, we all are eccentric in different ways, right?