Monday, August 07, 2006
I spent my weekend just staring at the boob tube and clutching a magazine, pretending to understand every word that's written on it. I got bored again. I used to have so much motivation in me that I'll do lots of stuff just to please myself, just so I can be productive. Guess I've dried out of all that 'creative' juices- if that's what I can call it. There were quiet sundays when I would lock myself in a room and write heartwrenching poetry. Heartwrenching? I'm sure you'd all ask if I've had my heart broken before: the answer is a NO. Not yet. Although I've experienced some that are near as painful as having my heart broken by someone ( well, maybe). Anyway, back to the topic. I write poetry about friendship, confusion, a love lost, unrequited love... chuva. Some ideas are squeezed from personal experience while some are just created by roleplaying. I pretend that I'm in someone else's shoes. Sometimes, words get to me so much that I cry- as if I was the one who experienced that pain. I'm fond of sappy love stories ever since I learned that fairy tales are edited so that they'll have happy endings. Sometimes, I draw illustrations to accompany my poetry, or the short stories that I wrote after I got inspired from watching too much cartoons, dramas and observing how weird some people interact with each other. Those were ideas that flooded my mind. I deas that I've loved writing, drawing, reenacting in my dreams, painting... ideas that made me embarrased at times and more importantly, proud. They used to flood my mind. I hope that it's all temporary, I hope it's just because of my crazy hormones because it's the time of the month.
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Oh! something really exciting happened to me last saturday. My cousing's dog attacked another cat- our cat! This is the third time it's happened. The first time, last month- their evil dog killed my cat Chevy. The second attack happened just last thursday- it attacked May. And last saturday- Tada! it attacked Kikai, our eldest mama cat. I threw a flower pot filled with soil at their freak of a dog. Too bad it's made of plastic but that's the only object within reach that I can use to kill "Peps The Dog".
I cursed... and cursed... "Putanginang aso nyong yan! Pataying nyo na yang putang aso nyaong yan!!". I screamed at the dog's owner and handler. I don't give a damn what they'll think after hearing me- the 'mahinhin-quiet catholic schooled girl' screaming "Mga putangina nyo, yung gagong aso nyo papatayin na naman ang pusa namin!". I was out of control, I don't care, their dog's out of control, too! It's their fucking fault.
Their dog is a fierce PITBULL- it can attack and kill little kids, what more if it attacked a helpless cat? THEY ARE SO STUPID. THEY ARE A BUNCH OF ASSHOLES, RETARDS AND I WANT TO CURSE THEM TO ETERNAL DAMNATION. But that's being too harsh. Although I believe it's all INTENTIONAL. I told my mom that and she said that I'm just thinking too much. She can just kill that dog with an iron tube. I told her "When? after it kills another cat?". She should've seen the look on their faces. They were half-smiling. And they acted as if nothing happened. They didn't even apologise! She didn't want to entertain that idea coz they're RELATIVES. Hah! okay, whatever. At least, karma is sooooooooo freaking fast. Haha! *insert sarcastic laugh here*.
just another day...
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