Archive for April, 2006

it’s over

Wednesday, April 5th, 2006

I didn’t know it was going to end. I thought it was going to last..

Although I had my doubts&thoughts about it before I came home, knowing he doesn’t communicate as much. But I let it pass, i assumed he was busy. I was imagining different situations that could possible answer my questions why he doesn’t mail anymore, but never did i expect my worst imaginations to be real. I didn’t know what to do…

I still don’t know what to do…

One of my greatest fear was realized. I had my hopes, but now…

Wednesday, April 5th, 2006

About Me:
(Describe MYself) *?*

okay i’ll give another shot at this. after hanging around friendster for a good long while now, i deserve to write something desirable about ME, ey? but the question is - what is exactly good about talking about yourself, when more than sometimes people actually contradicts to what you say about yourself? either you’ll be accused of being too vain, or maybe too humble. or are you actually one of both?

let’s start with vanity then. what does this little irritatingly stimulating word exactly means? does this means that you feel good thinking so highly of yourself? or you just know your worth? which one? well, if nobody praises you, at least you’re praising yourself, ey? now, humility? this is tricky. since i just remember a passage that says: "too much humility is pride". now what? how am i suppose to manage this self-describing manifesto for my friendster? i don’t want to appear either of the two extremities i’ve just cited earlier, simply because I MIGHT TURN OUT TO BE ONE OF THOSE!

this is freaking me out! oh yeah - big time! bang! bang! my head hits the floor — my brainS scattered all over the place. (oops! don’t step on that piece, my reports happen to be stored in there. move over, i**ots! i’m picking up the pieces.)

*shock!* how little could my brain get? i’ve been babbling bubbles here, spitting nonexistent saliva into this box that enumerates every single character that i waste - and i still haven’t started getting on to the real part of the story.

anyway, let me start the real thing.

umm. uh.

my name is Verna. I am 20years old, and i’m starting to get paranoid about this age thingy. since i’m already treading the 2s and i still don’t know what i’m going to do with my freaking wasted life! i’m not probably gonna stay long in this planet — judging from my eating habits, and unexercised bottom, another 30 years would do. i’m praying for a longer stay though. i kind of love it here -

EARTH I LOVE YOU!