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I still have a lot of homework to do: a task which is right at home in the list of things I would never wish upon my worst enemies (in fact it even has its own niche). I still have a lot of entries left hanging (“G-tech Incident” and “Thoughts of which are mused only by fools” by my dearest friend, Roa Ming). Oh well. Me and my busy life. Surpise, surprise.

Company issue: still a complete zero. Our place in Papo Shirts was supposed to be rock solid, but he just thought we did not deserve the break. When did anybody ever think I deserved a break in the first place? I mean, I ONLY study twice as hard as most kids, and damn it, I am even way smarter. Why would I deserve a break, RIGHT? Frankly, as much as I want to burst my own bubble, anyone who reads this should give me the chance to even realize that I do have a bubble to burst.

How I wish I am spared from the pains I am feeling right now. My academic life is eating my youth. I stand corrected. My academic life is DEVOURING and HAPPILY FEEDING on my youth. And God knows I do not have much of this “youth” left in me. I oftentimes act childish just to hide the oldness I feel in my body, heart, soul, mind, and being. My entirety is caught up in such a world I have created for myself: disappointing goals and even more disappointing relationships (not one of which involves romance, damn it. How much more of a loser could I actually get?). Oi. How I wish that one of these days, I cry not because of my disappointments in school, but because of my disappointments in terms of my lovelife. And mind you, I have been wishing that for quite some time now.

Even so, I could never get myself to like, all the more love, someone in a romantic way. I am way too much of a shrew to allow that. Oh Katherine, how lucky you are. When do you suppose will I find my own Petruchio—someone who will challenge my strengths and endow me with softness only a man of his attributes can realize? Oh, Elizabeth, when will my own prejudice be broken, in such a manner as yours was? Will I ever have my own Darcy, a person so sacrificing and so loving as to put aside his own pride for love? I guess I read too much books. Haha.

Well, since this entry is coming to its end, I suppose I should be back to the real world I UNFORTUNATELY live in. World, welcome me, your best cynic (best, in the sense that I do my job as a cynic really well), with open arms.

Crap. Homework. I almost forgot. Well, I guess Mozart, my pen, my notebooks, and my other school junk will be my companions for tonight. How I wish I will be able to apply once and for all the wise words of Mark Twain, and that is to not allow my schooling to interfere with my education.

Au revoir.

P.S.

By the way, to those of you who know not of Katherine, Petruchio, Elizabeth, and Darcy, please read The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare (or just watch 10 Things I Hate About You), and Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (or just watch the movie under the same title). But put your complete trust on me when I say that to read the books, rather than watch the movies, is a more intellectual and fulfilling way of spending your meaningless time in the world (unless, of course, your life is less meaningless compared to my single and work-absorbed existence… well, you know what I mean).