Burning Bright

Exceedingly bleak.

Another really lazy, yet utterly annoying day at school. We are literally doing absolutely nothing, which kind of makes me wonder why I’m even here in the first place, when I could be catching up on my much needed Z’s at home.

So, my weekend is going to be absolute shit.

We have Open House, which I don’t want to even go to, but I have to go to, then this stupid filming at Kendra’s house which is stark in the middle of nowhere, considering that it’s in Tablon, and my house is in the uptown area of the city. I still have no idea how I’m getting home after the said filming. I have to brave that shit though for the sake of my grades. ~~So I could graduate and finally be out of this hell hole called high school.~~

And, as a cherry on top of an already shitty weekend, I will have no one to complain to, considering that the only person I complain to and enjoy complaining to is on a retreat. Fuck. My. Life.

I honestly hope the palanca I gave him catches fire though.

I don’t want him to read it. Don’t tell him that, though, he’ll probably read it first just to spite me.

I’m bored beyond my comprehension and it’s a feeling I don’t appreciate…at all. I am this close to screaming bloody murder, and I’m not making sense anymore, which is an indicator of, well, just how bored I am.

What other things can I write about. Oh, today was also the first time I ever got up at four AM just to see someone. Jesus. I sound so whipped it isn’t cool anymore. I don’t like it but at the same time I do. It’s a weird feeling. It’s a weird, hopeless and rather awkward feeling.

I also sort of stole his ID yesterday…although I gave it back this morning. See thurrr.

Truth be told, I was planning to give that back like…on Monday or something, but ehh. Yeah. Sent the guy off with Twix and Hershey’s, I hope he gets karma’d and the caramel on the Twix gets caught on his braces. I don’t even know.

See, we’re neighbors. I kinda said that I’d give him his palanca at like, five in the morning because, well, I really just didn’t bring it yesterday, but honestly, it was also so that I could see him before he left. God, there it is again.

I really have to stop typing. I’m disgusting myself with all the sappiness.

- Reese

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Trying to make sense of A Thousand Years’ sheet music.

t-w-i-x:

I haven’t touched a piano or sheet music in forever, but so far so good.

Damn it, I really need to string my guitar. I’m too lazy though. Ugh.

Casually waiting for my favorite minion to come home. Jesus. How long does it take for everyone to come home during retreats anyway? Ugh.

He better restring that guitar. Jesus. Wait, I just said I’d do it. I’m not making sense again. What is this madness.

Oh, my other favorite minion ~~my dad~~ is home. I shouldn’t let him see me anywhere near the piano, else I might be in for playing songs I don’t want to think about (read: classics, I love classics but the ones I know how to play that my dad likes are the ones I don’t like. read again: fucking sonatinas) and I don’t want. -____-

Kay, now I’m going to go back to lamenting the fact that my guitar needs new strings. Which I have. But I’m too lazy to put on.

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t-w-i-x:

guess who got it back. hahaha! :’)

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Cheeky.

I’m a cynic. There is a multitude of things that I don’t believe in. The catholic religion, democracy, the theory of evolution, and a lot of other things that are supposed to explain how the world works and why things just are. See, thing is, I’ve been hardened by experience and really, it is because I was tried that I became the way I am.

This is inconsistent. At the moment I don’t really give a fuck.

I just hate how just when you think you have everything figured out, someone has the indecency to come into your life and change the rules.

But you know what, I don’t want to fight the feeling anymore, despite what my brain is telling me. It’s telling me that I will get hurt again, and I don’t want to go through that vicious, painful cycle twice over.

Then again, if I don’t do impulsive things once in a while, can I say that I have lived?

I think not.

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So, because our school requires us to do an internship thing early as the fourth year of high school, I’m currently an intern at Gold Star Daily, and guess who I interviewed on the first day of the job? If you guessed… Aiza Seguerra, a famous singer here in the Philippines, then yes, her! I was really so stoked, you don’t even know. I don’t usually care for local talent, but some time around the fourth grade, I had this mix CD which had quite a few of her songs, and while I must admit I’m not the biggest fan there is, I definitely am a fan.

The guy who’s in the picture is also a fellow intern, but he’s not from my school, and he’s in fourth year college. You could imagine his and Aiza’s surprise when I said I was in high school. I got her autograph too! It was a really cool experience, especially since it was my first day, and I immediately got to interview someone famous. Mike (that other guy) kept on saying that he felt like he was dreaming, which was pretty funny, up until the millionth and first time he, well, said it.

Aiza herself is so cool. She’s very down to earth. She pretty much wants you to go all, “Hey, yo, wassap brooo!” rather than be faux polite around her. Needless to say, I felt right at home talking to her.

Today was a good day.

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