Spread Love not Math!

My first week of class just officially ended.

A breath of relief.

I have three classes all in all, Math, English and Psychology. I like Psychology and English. I mean they're fun and easy... but Math? Now that's a different matter altogether.

Math represents everything that my other classes are not. Boring and torture. My second class in math, I despised it with every inch of my soul. I mean... 2 and a half hours of math?! I've never even heard of such torture until now! What kind of person would do such a thing?! It's insane! It's madness at its finest! I would've been ok if the teacher was fun but no... he was boring as hell. And couple a boring teacher wit a boring subject and voila! You have torture. It's like being slowly gassed to your death for two and a half hours.

I was literally having recurrent thoughs of suicide during the two AND a half hours of maath. I would've gladly jumped off a bridge than listen to the useless chatter of the bald headed guy in front of us. I was even trying very hard not to gouge my eyes with my bare hands. Out of frustration I was even scratching the desk with my nails producing this screeching sound that I hoped would've killed the teacher.

Ok.

So maybe theye were a bit exaggerated. But hey at least you can picture how I felt!

The thing that was so funny was when the teacher has his back on us, half of the class would turn to look at the clock and produce a resigned sigh. How sad... coz I was one of them. hahaha...

I'm sorry I'm such a brat and did nothing but complain about Math. It's just that.. It's just... so... so... oh whatever.. Fuck Math!

I'm giving up on us

I've tried my best to salvage what's left of our relationship but it's just not working anymore.

I'm tired of trying to push myself to you. I'm tired of always being the one who's understanding in this relationship. Do you know how hard it is sacrificing everything that I have for and getting nothing in return? I sacrificed everything that I had! My time, my money... and even my sanity! How can you be so insensitive? I was always the understanding one... I've even stayed up late for you... woke up early just for you. But you can't even see that can you? You're to blind to see how many sacrifices I've made just for you. I'm trying very hard to love you but you just don't appreciate everything I'm doing for you. You always try to confuse with your explanations. I'm so sick and tired of you trying to explain yourself to me. I just don't get you!

You represent everything that people hate. But despite that I tried my best to love you... They said that you're not really that hard to understand so long as I love you. I love you but you just dont feel the same about me. If that is the case, then how is this relationship going to work?

I'm sorry but I'm giving up on us. It's just not working anymore for me or for you. I'm really sorry. Goodbye... Math...

Ms. Lonely

I can't believe how pathetic I've become. I mean c'mon! Looking for love in a peer to peer file sharing system (a.k.a bearshare)? That's just damn low.

While it is true that desperation does bring out the worst of us, what I did is so unbelievably pathetic and incredibly stupid. I never cease to amaze myself. *sarcasm*

I've even reduced myself to joining online dating sites and 3D chats though I didn't pursue them further for fear of losing my sanity. I've even gone as far as advertising in friendster. Now what kind of sick and demented psycho would that? Obviously me.

And it's only now that I have realized the monumental stupidity of everything that I've done. But then, there's always a reason behind everything that I do. And it suddenly dawned upon me why I was so desperate to find a boyfriend.

I felt alone and I wanted some sort of companionship.

And the only way that would happen, I believed, is through a boyfriend.

I've been miserable here, with no one else but my laptop to accompany me through my loneliest days. That's probably why I went to a frenzied search for a boyfriend... for a companion. Compared when I was in the Philippines. I needed no boyfriend. I felt that such things were too trivial for me. After all, I have many friends who can compensate for a boyfriend. But now... I dont have any friends...and well... you get the logic...

I'm just a lonely soul who have sunken really low to be this desperate. Who can blame me, right?

Fear Factor

So... let's talk about fear.

For as long as I can remember, when people ask me about my fear, I have nothing to say. Simply because, as I have believed, I have nothing to fear. Rats, cockroaches and the other vermins that crawl around? They make my spine tingle with disgust but never in fear. Dying? Hardly an issue. Without a question, I was never afraid to die. Sometimes I tell them I'm afraid of the dark, which is sometimes true. But not really. Darkness is something I've always embraced, partly because it is where peace of mind can be found.

So what exactly do I fear?

It's only now that I've realized that there is something I fear above everything else. Something I've known all along but chose to ignore. Something so trivial that you might laugh at my own foolishness

I'm afraid of being alone.

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Go ahead. Laugh. Take your time.

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I realize how absurd it is. How childish and irrational that fear is. But being alone just scares the hell out of me. Especially when you're in unknown territory like where I am right now. At first, I reasoned to myself that it's only human to fear what you don't know. But I knew that this was a lie. I was just afraid to be stranded in some place I hardly know especially with so many stranger. Americans, blacks, spanish, they all seem intimidating to me. At least for now.

Of course, this is not the root of my fear. It goes way back. Way back into kindergarten. I remember the first time that I went to school. I was so afraid of my mom leaving me to face school alone, that I became so hysterical. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, crying and begging her not to leave me. It took a lot of effort on her part to persuade me to let her go. Oddly, it's a memory that only came back to me just now while I was contemplating on my fear.

Those are not the only instances. Take for example waiting, I've always hated wating... particulary when I'm waiting alone. I don't know why I hate it. Maybe it's because of the stares people give me, or the thought that people judge me from what they see.

It's tormenting and its draining every bit of emotion that I have.

Fortunately for me, the answer to my problems from myself. Surprisingly, I blurted this one out while watching a film about blood and gore and everything in between. And when I realized what I said, the meaning started to sink in. And I'm very much glad because what I said gave me something to hold on to for tomorrow.

"To conquer your fear, you have to face it"

A good dose of nostalgia

We just got back from the airport. And watching so many Filipinos flank the airport, so giddy about going home made my feelings of nostalgia and homesickness all the more worse.

I feel miserable and I want to go home.

-sigh-

I curse the night that my dad told me he's going to send tickets for me to come back in december. I've been haunted by the thought ever since. A day hasn't gone by that I haven't thought of coming back. Every night while I lie on my bed, waiting for sleep to come, I've always envisioned my homecoming. I've fancied myself stepping down the airplane... going through the customs... hugging both my father and brother while choking back tears of joy... then eventually surprising everyone I know that I'm back. I've kept dreaming of the countless hugs I'll be both giving and receiving and the warm smiles that I would be greeted with. The many pasalubongs I'll be dispensing and the catching up to do with my old friends. I could only smile at the thought of this. But nothing thrills me more than surprising them both. I've already imagined it a lot of times, as odd as it may sound. Coming up to them and surprising them both when they come out of class, hugging them both as if we haven't seen each other in a millenia. Oh, the possibilities are just boundless. Though the future is rather bleak for me, the thought of going back home is probably the only thing that makes me look forward to the next day with as much zeal as I could muster.

I really can't wait to go home.

Hey, How Are You?

Scenario 1

Stranger: Hey how you doing?
Me: (silence) ... (smiles) ...
Stranger: ....... (walks away stiffling a smile)

Scenario 2

Stranger: Hey how are you?
Me: (smiles) I'm good and you? (silence while waiting for an asnwer) ... (walks away but still overhearing the conversation)
Stranger: (mock laugh) I'm good and you?


The dreaded american greeting.

And sadly something I still haven't grown accustomed to.

American culture is very hard to understand and get accustomed to. I grew up in a shletered country where they value decadence and respect above else. And being here in this country whose liberation never fails to astound and baffle me... it's just hard. It's hard adjusting to their ways and even harder growing accustomed to their culture. Because theirs is a culture wholly different from ours.

Deep inside my gut, I'm dreading everything that has yet to come. Because I'm still treading on unfamiliar grounds. And as they, it's only human to fear what you're not familiar with.

A Tribute to the Mongkees

Why Mongkee?

• A tribute to my friends found somewhere along the Dominican Road.
• A reminder of how much I miss them both.
• A memento of all the good memories that won't be forgotten so easily.
• And because I have nothing else original to put.

=)