Yesterday, I almost slammed my head on the wall in pain. My head's aching like hell after I spent most of the day browsing blogs and facebook-ing. I was tickled to espy people's stories just to verify if my life's not so different from the rest. It's a job I've recently accepted from -- a stalker. Once in while I suppose it's imperative for us to do some reality check. You'll never know, you might have possessed the lost Ultimatrix.
I text-ed a friend who is celebrating his graduation today. Wasn't it obvious that it has malice on it? Because he didn't reply. I was so much looking forward to his response. And by the way, I should've been part of that commencement just so you know. I should've been marching that stage with big smile in my heart. My eyes should've been tearing while our batch song's being played. Everyone in my family should've been so happy this very day but they aren't and I'm not. I was delayed for a stupid reason and I'm guilt-ridden for that matter. So I told him, Happy Graduation! Congrats! Boards na lang dude haha. :)) God bless. Okay, I understand that he might be too busy with all the camera shooting then and there. It's not a big deal, though.
To break, I hate people when they post their grad pics on facebook. I hate it when I'm compelled to like it because it has so many likes on it. It would make me bitter-ish if I didn't like any of them. I hate it when their statuses say words like, finally, at last, after four long years, just a little more, it is time... words that convincingly say like they have reached their demise but they don't, it just sucks for me, for now.
Ohh, have you heard people reciting pabasa around? Every year my ears suffer of damage from both tympanic membranes. It just out of the blue bleeds like someone has stuck ice pick in it. The tone is really scaring the sh*t out of me. I mean no grudge against it and them but it's really distracting especially with all the huge subwoofers volumed up. The Bible doesn't say stuff like this to be recited, *Catholic thing.*
I have four swimming trips ahead this April. Shouldn't I be in dire need of CPR on my fourth? Oh boy, I'm seriously running out of cash. But more seriously, I never saved money for vacation trips like this. I'd rather put them away with some gadgets I could actually be more benefited from. External hard drives, please?
Damn it. I hate this feeling. Feels like I'm a dipshit 8-year old telling this awkward likes and dislikes.
