Deaf-Deafening

I was at Trinoma a few hours ago playing my usual DrumMania. I don’t have my pair of sticks with me (’cause I lost them. O_O) so I have no choice but to use the one provided with the machine (which is uberly heavy by the way). I cleared my first stage tapos I saw someone (around 13 - 16) carrying a pair of drumsticks.

“Kuya (kinukuya ko kahit mas bata sa akin), okay lang kung mahiram ko yung drumsticks?”

No answer. He probably didn’t hear, so I let it go.

I was on my third credit of play, when the kid came back.

“Kuya, pwedeng pahiram ng drumsticks?” I made sure my voice was loud enough for him to hear, but still…

“Pwedeng pahiram?”

No answer. And then when it was his turn to play on the machine, he even lent his older sister (I assume, kasi close sila eh.) those sticks.

What’s pissing is that this kid wouldn’t answer a single word, and would not look at me when I’m talking to him. Aba, kung ayaw niyang pahiramin, magsabi naman siya diba. I would have understood!

Pero hindi eh. Nabastos lang ako.

Take Twos

Oh yes, I have been gifted again with the prim-top-but-curvy-bottom grade once again. Well, not really. But technically, I’ve been marked as a failure.

130 definitely taught me a lot of things — that mere efforts alone are not enough to give you a curvy-at-both-top-and-bottom grade or higher, that listening but not sleeping helps a lot, that rejecting a very wide-open opportunity of transferring to another class was a big regret,

But, hey, I don’t mind getting a red mark. It’s my parents’ outburst which I am afraid of. But for me, I really don’t mind. Failing is just a phase. Haha! Siguro naman hindi ako magiging jobless in the future. I would wanna teach din (and share what I can do, whatever… CS sana sa UP, pero kailangan mag-Masters, WTF?!), o kaya high school math, pero ewan. Hehe.

I’m starting to play O2Jam again. I’m no naked baby no more. =)) I got clothing to cover me up. Haha! Finally finished NX3 Storm Over The Ocean. I’d want more songs, pero E-Points would cost munny (am I right?).

Soulja Boy's Best Friend

You keep circling my head. ‘Di ka ba nahihilo?! Haha! Or even tired of running around it? You confuse me, and I get hurt*. Haha!

We seldom talk and I need to get a grip ’cause something’s really definitely totally impossible…

I think…

* May have been bitten by the emo bug.

Night Time Brings The Emo Bug

Mornings usually perk me up — lively radio music (kahit jologs station pa ‘yan), family’s sweet good-mornings, usual bonding with friends, work bonding with Infobuilder (OJT) teammates, and stuff.

But then comes night time, where I am often brought to my emo side. I keep thinking these things, about my future, social life, and lots of weird, heart-burning feelings. It may be likeness, love, or whatever, pero I usually tell myself, “Itulog mo lang iyan, Pao. Swear those feelings will wear off in the morning.”

Well, for some weird reason, they do wear off XD. I wake up, though sorta groggy, and on goes Ate Marie’s usual radio station, then my usual day routine runs up.

But then again comes night time.