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From Downloadsquad.com‘s April 29th TimeWaster, www.play.typeracer.com

It’s fun… competitive… something for you to do if you have anything else to do…

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that

“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning. If this gets any worse, I might have to go back to the doctor. It’s getting that bad again.” – Charlie, The Perks of being a Wallflower

March 2008

Once

From Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem
and he called it ‘Chops’ because that was the name of his dog
and that’s what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an ‘a’ and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to all his aunts
that was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed alot
and the little girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of x’s and he had to ask his father what the x’s meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem
and he called it ‘autumn’ because that was the name of the season
and that’s what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an ‘a’ and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of the new paint
and the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left them in the pews
and sometimes they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
and the kids told him why his mother and father kissed alot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad when he cried for him to do it

Once on a piece of paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem
and he called it ‘Innocence: a question’ because that was the question about his girl
and that’s what it was all about
and his professor gave him an ‘a’ and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed it to her
that was the year Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end of the Apostle’s Creed went
and he caught his sister making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed or even talked
and the girl around the corner wore too much makeup
that made him cough when he kissed her but he did anyway because that was the thing to do
and at 3am he tucked himself into bed – his father snoring loudly

that’s why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem
and he called it ‘Absolutely Nothing’
because that’s what it was all about
and he gave himself an ‘a’ and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn’t think he could reach the kitchen.”

copied from -> Self-Injury

Disclaimer: I don’t in any way promote self-injury or anything that has something to do with it. I just admire how beautifully this poem is written.

Get get get get get over it

I’m currently reading “Perks of being a wallflower” by Stephen ChboskY. And I really don’t know how it came up to me, but I realized that I have such a bad luck with regards to mall and driving, well driving or bringing my own car to malls.

Case in point, there was this one time at SM Megamall, I took my parking ticket with me to the mall, my friend told me to do so, while walking around, I reached for my pants front pocket and saw a bunch of crumpled papers, thinking they’re all garbage, I threw them all to the nearest garbage bin. When it’s time to go home, I can no longer find the parking ticket. They had to look for my car’s registration and I had to pay 150 if I remember correctly plus the parking fee.

And there’s this one time at Rob Galleria when I almost hit the metal barrier on the parking walls, simply because I didn’t see it. It’s a good thing it was just “almost”.

And then today,… the case of the moving parking ticket booth… oh well.

How do I get over it?…

BTW, Charlie (Perks of Being a Wallflower)   and I are both born on Dec. 24. Cool.

Bumpy

I’ve been reading Paulo Coelho‘s Brida, and I just remembered .. that… I think I have a Gift too…

This morning, Ron asked me if I’m going to work. I told him yes. He asked why since I can afford not to since I worked last Sunday, I said I have some things to do. Sucat to Mandaluyong (office) is a long drive and I never experienced any hassle, until I went to Rob Pioneer to park. Tada.. I bumped into the parking ticket booth. GREATNESS. Im now officially, super broke considering I’m already broke, now I have to pay for the labor of the repair of the booth and the vehicle too.

Crap.

Blah.. I guess it was a good idea to skip work today after all…