Saturday, August 15, 2009

Good day turned sour.

It was a wonderful day at MoA, specially since Graphika Manila was so inspiring!

Unfortunately later that night I was attacked by insecurity, depression then aggression.

I should be used to this by now- but no, the fact that I was at MoA, at night, in the weekend "ALONE" slowly sank in. in a desperate attempt, I tried contacting anyone I knew who I thought was there. I didn't want to be alone. I tried calling but my cellphone, or theirs, just wouldn't connect. The line is busy or something. I took out my cigs, but I couldn't smoke right. Everything felt like it was no use, I almost tried to smash my cellphone, and my cigs were crushed.

I guess I have too much time to myself that I'm getting sick of it. I should have put something on my wednesday and thursday. this schedule just blows.


sigh.


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edit:

It may have been sour, but it's all good once you talk to the plurkada (dance)

also this:

A picture of Stefan Seagmeister and (what I believe is) Alodia(?)... idk. and to the left is... me!! (lmaomfglol)
HAHAHAHAH - this made my night (take note of the watermark/website on the lowerleft)

10:32 PM
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