the 7th of october 2005 is a page that stands out in my book.

date i died.

it was a suffering. i didnt know whether those that fell were still just tears or already liquified manifestations of my being.

amber greeted me with a bang during the morning, thats why.

i attended school later, of course, but i forgot my soul.

Tonight, march 22, is rapidly climbing up the charts.

ginebra bowed to poorfoods.

there were no tears, but death visited me another time.

youre thinking "this bastard's taking the fan-loyalist-crony role much too exaggeratedly.."

i aint.

whatever i felt when she told me that maybe its her time to grow, to mature, to learn, without me, was simply beyond words.


give me a more helpless phrase than "breakdown of will to live"..



ihate ginebra so much. but i have no choice but to worship them.
iguess that is love.



ihate love.





my poor, economics exam..