here's a short story i wrote last year. it's not really good, but i just want to share stuff. besides, this blog is in dire need of an update. :)

Hey. She greeted him.

He patted the space beside him.

You look so blue. What’s up? She asked as she sat down.

Nothing.

Come on. Tell.

It’s nothing really. Just stressed out from school, I guess.

It’s her again, isn’t it? She didn’t want to go out with you tonight.

He frowned at her. Get off my case, will you?

She shrugged. Whatever you say.

They fell silent, just watching the sun sink slowly in the horizon and the waves gently lap the shore.

He broke the silence. I can’t really blame her, can I? He was still staring at the glowing horizon.

Huh?

He continued. I mean, she could have her pick of the best guys all over school. Why the heck should she pick me?

Because… you’re you? She cocked her head at one side.

He smiled at her. I appreciate the effort but you really don't need to do the cheer-up-a-friend-by-boosting-his-ego routine.

I was serious about my answer.

You just never let up, do you? He smiled. And you’re sweet, you know that? That’s why I love having you as my friend. He looked at the sunset again and sighed. Anyway, I’m nothing to her. I’m not even a straight-A student. I can’t play an instrument to save my life. She probably thinks I’m queer or weird because I play volleyball instead of basketball or do weights. It’s really hopeless, Cathy. Come to think of it. I am hopeless. He laughed self-deprecatingly.

Yes, you are. You see, you know that you don’t have a chance with these girls, but you still pursue them. So what do you get? A broken heart and a dose of self-pity. Yet you never learn. And you know what? You are also hopelessly blind. And will you please quit staring at the sunset? It won't do you any good. And why don’t you notice me? Do I have to wave a placard saying “I love you, you idiot” or “Here I am, fool” right at your face? She sighed. You’re an idiot, Ivan. And so am I.

But of course, she didn’t say any of those out loud.

He looked at her. Hey, you’re quiet. You’re tired of hearing my sob story, aren’t you?

She laughed. No comment on that. I'm on the cheer-up-a-friend-by-boosting-his-ego mode, remeber? Let’s just sit and watch the sunset, okay?

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hmmm... it's been a long time since i've been to my blog because i've been so busy these past few days. academics? nope. i've been trying to be active in my orgs. ok, tatlo lng nman ung orgs ko, but they really take up most of time. my parents are already bitching about it. bakit daw nag-accept pa ako ng responsibilities na i couldn't even handle my academics as it is. they wasted about an hour of my cellphone talk time telling me how stupid i am to have an 3 orgs when i am academically-challenged. ok, they didn't say "stupid" outright; no parent would say that to his/her child lest s/he be branded the worst parent of the year. but judging the things they were telling me, i know that they feel that way.oh well. life sucks. so there. i know i should grin and bear it, but lately, everything is falling apart na i don't think i could handle any more pressure.

jeez, i am turning into a drama queen. sorry, can't help it. sa pagsusulat ko na lng kc nabubuhos lahat ng hinanakit ko. my frustrations, my disappointments, my fears, my anger, all of them find their way into my writing. life is a bitch. no wonder i've been turning into such a bitch lately. hmm... maybe i need psychiatric treatment already. do you think they would give me prozac or lithium? being a druggie wudnt be so bad.

BILAT INA MO!

wla lang. for those who could understand that, sorry. i just needed to say that in all caps and bold. for those who can't, don't bother knowing the meaning.

i need new glasses. i think tumaas yung grado ng right eye ko. i couldn't see what i'm typing if i close my left eye. i actually have to squint to see properly. on the other hand, i think my eyes are just tired. it's late already and i've been doing a lot since this morning. so there.

i remember what mj, my high school classmate, said. according to her, a perfect being as far as health is concerned, is rare. almost always, a person has at least one problem. take me, for example. i don't have asthma or any allergies. my ancestral line is almost perfectly healthy, except for one little thing. my mother's side of the family has eye problems. my grandmother was gradually blinded by cataracts and my mother has glasses as thick as the bottom of a drinking glass. ok, it's an exaggeration, but her glasses are quite thick. the only hope for her eyes, she says, is laser treatment, which of course we cannot afford. she could possibly have one ten years from now, and that's an optimistic estimate. and by that time, the treatment would ptobably be useless for her. i mean, we could use that money to buy a car or computer. basta something that could benefit more poeple, not just her. also, by that time, she would be resigned to her fate: to wear glasses for the rest of her life.

and that brings me back to my earlier topic: myself. oh, and my health. i am almost completely healthy for someone who behaves like a sloth. my only problem is, yes, you guessed it right, my eyes. i'm actually scared that i have to wear glasses for the rest of my life like my mother. silly me for ruining my eyes when i was younger. back then,. having glasses was a cool thing. nerdy but cool. now i realized that having glasses is a pain in the neck, not to mention minus points for my image. hehehe.

ok. another new project added to my already heaping load of academic and non-academic stuff. oh well. no big deal. i could always access the internet whenever i have a free time, with the computers at school (rich ang schoolmates ko e. hehehe) and the thousand and one internet stations around katipunan. the only thing that's making me guilty is that this site is bound to get useless after a while, like when i get busy, or i get tired of it. therefore, it would take up space. sayang di ba? pero that's blogger.com's problem already. they should have contingency stuff or something. oh well. whatever. :)