May 24, 2008
It’s pronounced as “tibster.” It sounds pathetic, corny and humiliating. My brother Popo started calling me that when I got diagnosed with minimal pulmonary tuberculosis when I had my X-Ray examined again. In my previous X-ray examination weeks ago, the radiologist said that there was just a blur so when the doctor who [...]
the TBster
problems and resolutions
May 19, 2008
I need to fix my life for a while. No—I need to fix my life, and make it permanently fixed. I don’t even know how I’m going to end writing about this.
PARENTS
They are pissed off like hell at me. Last Friday, I jammed with my friends, and went home a bit drunk. I [...]
uuuy selos…
May 13, 2008
Now I know what jealousy feels like. It’s my fucking anger, eating my head and feeding it with thoughts of revenge. It makes my hands cold like hell, and it keeps testing me. At first, you’d feel like tears are coming up, but in an instant you resent yourself for being so vulnerable. [...]
my depression fetus
May 12, 2008
I feel scared shitless.
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Auntie Ruth, my grandmother’s sister, passed away just last Friday because of lymphatic cancer, and was buried a couple of hours ago. I don’t know, but a few hours before her burial, I felt this huge emptiness inside me, like I’m living with something that’s missing. It’s one of the [...]
may 5
May 5, 2008
I have been cleaning. YES!—cleaning. I don’t know where the urge to clean came from…it just…happened. I swept the floor and the next thing you know; I was removing dust from every corner of the house. Of course, all the filth wasn’t completely removed. I’m just glad to know that I do have [...]
leafing, leering leaving
May 4, 2008
I’ve been online every damn day, but I still kept my word…well, at least part of it. I appeared online in YM, but for only a few minutes. No one wanted to chat with me, anyway, so it was still okay. I also haven’t logged in my Friendster account for almost 5 days. [...]
