tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42913836824336234562011-04-21T15:22:33.589-07:00rawrmonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013574853265058464noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4291383682433623456.post-64539214856798587652009-02-17T02:44:00.000-08:002009-02-17T17:37:41.360-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">18th of February<br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">south conservatory</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">6:51 pm</span></div><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><span style="color:#999999;"><div align="left"><br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Headache begins to kick in. I can feel the weight of my body bogging me down. People chatting beside our table is not helping at all. Amidst all these I cant stop thinking about you. I can keep my mind off the thought that you are still somewhere in the middle of nowhere where the world is free to think stuff about you, criticize you and stare at you. Damn, once again I feel the pain from the headache that is tormenting me.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></div><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">As I look outside I began to think of that things that might happen to you. I then looked at my phone, still no message from you. As I saw the clock displaying "17:05", I began to feel some relief, knowing that its still early. <span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#333333;">"Maaga pa. Wag ka magalala. Tsk."</span></strong> </em>I begin to utter these words in my head. <em>"<strong><span style="color:#333333;">Kasama naman nya si pare, safe un."</span></strong> </em></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Gah. I then paused for a while to think of what i should or could be doing right now. Hmm.</span></span></p><ol><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Eat</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Eat ice cream</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Study playing the guitar</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Go to Mineski and play</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Eat?</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Write a blog entry</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Update my multiply</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Text you</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Call you</span></div></li></ol><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">Shit, the thought of you in danger once again crossed my tired and headache tormented head. I tried reaching for my phone and try to dial your number but I suddenly remembered<em>, <span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"><strong>"Lay low pare</strong></span></em><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>."</strong></span></em> </span>Arghh. I then managed to let go of the thought that I should call you. </span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#666666;">God, I hate being a pessimist. I always tend to picture you in danger. Argh. I can't blame myself though. How I wish.. nevermind.</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></p><p align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;">this is my first attempt to write a blog entry. leave comments or tips on how i can improve on my writing. O_O</span></em></strong></p><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span></div><span style="color:#999999;"><p align="left"><br /></p></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span></div><span style="color:#999999;"><p align="left"><br /></p></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span></div><span style="color:#999999;"><p align="left"><br /></p></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4291383682433623456-6453921485679858765?l=thisismytragicending.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>rawrmonsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013574853265058464noreply@blogger.com9