There is a strange familiarity with putting my fingers to a keyboard, without writing for either work or school. I know I've neglected to post for sometime now. This time I won't blame it on my hectic sked. This time I point the blame to...
Pinoy Big Brother. Kaka-addict eh. Hahaha! Joke lang, actually busy lang talaga ako at tamad rin.
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I've been composing this email to Sheena using Microsoft Word, and I've already written a few thousand words, but now I've forgotten the password. Horror! Hindi ko na siya ma-open ulit. Does anyone know how I can recover it?
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The maternal side of my clan is going to Singapore in a few months and I can't come because I have work and I don't have a passport because DOST has banned me from leaving the country and so I'm stuck here, plus one of my friends (name withheld) is also leaving for Maryland and I will be left alone with my thoughts in the lab and it's fun to write like this even if it annoys you all.
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The most interesting thing to happen to me in recent memory is my nightmare of two nights ago. In it, I was chill-chill-chilling (bwahahahaha) in my room, while my dad was watching a news program downstairs. Since my door was open I could hear most of what was being said on the TV: a criminal was confessing how he grotesquely murdered a girl (I think it was by water torture). Just then, an overhead cabinet in my room opened and down dropped a corpse--that of the murdered girl. She was wearing an all-white dress to match her pale complexion, her hair was long and frizzy, and she had swollen, orange lips. That is what'll stick to you, the swollen, orange lips. I woke up with a start, listening to my heart hammering away. Seconds later I dash to the light switch. Now I keep expecting my cabinet doors to fly open and release a girl in
rigor mortis; thankfully, all that really is in danger of dropping out are my old clothes and lizard poop.
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You should all see Brokeback Mountain. And read the short story too, if you have a copy of it.
