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meet the predator
call me jenie
born on 02/20/83 after my Dad & Mom drank beer and ate balut 9 months before
lives in Singapore, but always a Pinoy at heart
works as an advertising copywriter, but hates proofreading her blog entries
loves true friends, fake DVD's, alternative music, alcohol, sarcasm, boxing, hatha yoga, and House (the TV series,not the music genre)
loathes indifference, power trippers, narcissists, giant egos and bad breath
tries to live by the quote "Postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing." by Anais Nin
the refugee
Just when you thought things are going you’re way, your subconscious finds a loophole to mess things up. See, I’m supposed to be happy. Or at least that’s what people think so. Whoever said that being in a relationship saves you from depression and loneliness, is absolutely wrong. “When you’re feeling fucked up, no one can do anything about it.” That’s the first thought that popped in my head when the alarm clock disturbed my slumber-slash-hangover.
What a horrible conundrum. Feeling awful without acknowledging why is insane and stupid, but who cares. You end up drinking and getting wasted to no avail and you wake up with the same twisted emotions again. When life’s treating you fine, and everything seems to be smooth sailing, the masochist side of me searches for complications and dwells on life’s ugliness to make life more exhilarating.
Try it yourself! All you have to do is add a pint of extreme idealism, 3 cups of pessimism, 5 teaspoons of ingratitude and a dash of impatience. And soon, you will have for yourself the recipe of absolute misery; just the way you like it.
So I ask myself why I’m feeling horrible lately and I hear no answer. Some will say that I only lack faith or prayer. Others may say I only have PMS, when I’m not. One might say that I’m making my own life difficult. I don’t really care what they say. I’ve learned to enjoy wallowing in this dark and gloomy abyss. I will rant. I’ll be bitter and I’ll be hostile. That’s what I do. I’ll have a vacation here for as long as I have friends to sulk with, and we got enough of ‘this’ and ‘that’.
Misery is my constant refuge. I’ll always find myself crawling back when everything seems to be smooth sailing, or in other words, just plain boring.
3:18 PM
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
