Tuesday, March 20, 2007

So what did I expect today? I expected my mother doing her crazy deeds. She did one just a while ago. I was watching Myx and Famous Last Words was on. She started dancing in front of me. Why am I not surprised? So, I asked her what the hell was she doing. She answered it simply and without hesitation: EXERCISE. Yeah sure, mom, in the afternoon. AFTER YOU HAVE TAKEN A BATH. She actually expected me to believe that crap.

My point exactly? Well, sometimes I react the same way as my mom did. I mean, you're doing something crazy then someone was taping you the whole time you were doing it. What's the logical approach? Find a loophole. Tell them it's an old ritual you do before you eat spaghetti. But that would be equally bizzare. You get the point.

I read a line from one of my favorite books: Angels and Demons. Lieutenant Chartrand was in the Niche of Palliums, if I'm not mistaken. The room contained 99 candles that cardinals assume will "last until the end of time". Basically, they put chemicals in the candles to make them last long. They do this ritual everyday. Surprisingly, Chartrand didn't know that the candles have a daily dose of Butane. His fellow Swiss Guards told him the line that struck me most in the book. "Smells like heaven, but burns like hell."

Funny, you can make a million or two analogies with this line. For example, you fell in love with the most beautiful girl in the universe. Right after you two were married, you realize that she's not just the most beautiful girl in the world but she's also the biggest pain in the butt. Smells like heaven, burns like hell.

We all go to hell.
---3:54 AM

Sunday, March 18, 2007

I sort of have a big problem now. I'm facing a big transition in my life. A transition, I fear, I might not be able to face well. I'm quite scared. The grades are coming. May's fast approaching. I can't take things anymore. And yes, Celina, I'll tell you everything when we go to Baguio.

Now, my back's aching. I'm chatting with Ain about... STUFF. Namely, how to stop time to get to the MCR video shoot, destroying watches using telepathy, a strategic kidnapping and fucking mainstream riders.

It's Sunday afternoon. I should be having the time of my life in solitary boredom. Oh well, this is probably the summer life with nothing to do. How can I kill time? Probably make those ambigrams. No, I'd die before I finish that.

Maybe I should die of laughter? That's a pretty happy way to die. With no drugs, weapons or heart attacks included.

I'm sure you have no idea what I'm saying. I haven't either.

[We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.]

We all go to hell.
---12:23 AM

Friday, March 16, 2007

So yeah, getting over first year's quite hard. It's one of the most intense years I have ever gone through. I had my life-changing transition this year, which made everything worthwhile. I discovered things that made me strong. Things that I have to discover because I might die if I didn't. Plus, I went out of my comfort zone and decided to cut my hair short. Now, that's life-changing.

First year was how it should be.

The comeback of my insomniac days. Oh yeah, I was an insomniac last summer. Couldn't sleep well. Stayed up really late at night playing Sims 2 in my brother's PSP. I'm planning ways to get that from him since he already has his PS2. Who knew that my maid there is a ghost who haunted my house since 1923? And that shocking [electrifying?] people that I hate may help me lose my sanity? Sims is the best "reality-based" game in the world. Except maybe for the zombies and night beast part.

I stay up all night dreaming. Which is quite weird. At least I can choose what to dream, right?

I'm drowning myself. Reading Angels and Demons are not for the weak-minded [and the green-minded as well.]. I mean, there's the Illuminati, which continues to amaze me with their brutal ways against the Catholic Church. About antimatter that supports the Big Bang Theory and that science and religion should be best friends. The Freemasons and CERN which contains the best inventions in the world.

Whoa.

[Thanks Celina for doing my layout.]

We all go to hell.
---3:14 AM

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Justine is a person. Her existence isn't known by about 90% of the population of the world. I'm dramatic and an addict for dramatics as well. I'm not easily persuaded by simple things. I'm emotional, I really have to admit. I'm a very dark and a very deep person beyond your imagination. So please, be as far away from me as you could.

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