School-home-work-boyfriend

I guess life can get pretty boring sometimes. For me, its been school-home-work-boyfriend. I think i don't really socialise much in school, apart from Stephanie, I wonder who else takes me as a more-than-accquaintance-friend.

Seeing Stephanie after a long absence got me the rush. It was like you're billowing with so much to tell, so much to gush about. It's such a girl thing, something i really haven't been experiencing for a long while. Hehehehehehe.

Sometimes i think people talk to me only when they need my help, or something from me. And they SUDDENLY remember your name, which i never knew they knew, to ask for that. Ayeeee.

I feel so alien in school, not that i want to be bothered with that. I feel like i'm generations older than everyone else. Aye. And i think people think so too.

I think its a sign. MY COUSIN'S BACK FROM AUSSIE! Blogging this when she called, and somehow she could detect the depression in my voice. Well.. before i could say anything, she went on about me being pretty independant enough to survive without cliques. She says that's probably what sets me apart, or perhaps make me a little too difficult for people to understand. I think i see some truth in her words.

AND don't you just hate it when your own mom doesnt have faith in you. Into each relationship you get into, she dismisses it as puppy love. From the way she puts it, she makes you sound like some man-hungry whore, and simply just don't think you're capable of sustaining a mature relationship. Arghs. I hate it when stuff like this happens. And she's not the only one. Well, i'm really not for all of you people to judge. It just takes a little history to mess everything up.

Apart from all this drama going on, its just projects, assignments, work. Work, work, work, work and MORE work. It's worst than O's, I heard this sentence going around more than once, because it takes so much time up completing an assignment!

I see so much things going around, witnessing so many events and i don't like it. But who am i to say anything about it, right?

I want an MP3 player badlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. To block out the noise, to make me even more oblivious to the surrounding. To finally hear music beyond the noise that often blares, to keep my weird thoughts at bay when I'm in the darkroom. A month and 15 days to my birthday, maybe i should try chanting on my dad now onwards. Creative Neon...creative neon... creative neon.... creative neon................................

I feel ashamed wanting all these stuff: A camera and this MP3. It's 6 months after the tsunami, a special report sprawls the newspaper. I'm indulging in Greed, deadliest sin. My lifestyle compared to them, i should be more than contented. Why am i asking for more? *pout* But i NEED it to some extent, its all for practical usuage. *sheesh*