"Mr. Cupid I need help. Please?"

The other night, while I was catching some ZZZ`s. LoLa called me. "What does she wants now in this time of the night?" I said to myself. It's about her boyfriend. They're having some misunderstandings which I think is normal for a healthy relationships because it helps you to be stronger and more patient. I knew both of them since my high school days, so I didn't know where should I place. In between. Ah yes. Good Idea. I asked LoLa what happened.

She told me her story. It was a freaking five hours talk! Who knew a single SMS can complicate a two years relationship?! Of course I want to be on her side since I'm more closer to her than her boyfriend. But I wanted to be fair. I wanted to hear both sides' stories. After that seems endless five hours talk, I asked LoLa if she wants to do threeway calling. I'll call her boyfriend, she'll be on the other line keeping it quiet. She agreed.

So I called her boyfriend, Dane. I was already around 3AM. Thank goodness Dane's on spring break and I'm not actually interrupting someone's slumber. Like what LoLa did to me! ANd hallelujia for me not having a class in the morning.

"Hey Geo. What's up?"
"You know what's up?!"
"I guess LoLa told you already...."
"Obviously...DUH" I said, irritated.
"Look, I have an explanation." When he said this, I felt bad for some reason.
"It's better to be a good one. I'm listenin." I told him sincerely.

And so begins an ear-bleeding explanation. The whole time, LoLa was on the other line. Listening. Sometimes, she coughs and sneezes then Dane would ask what was that. All I can tell him is "It's our sick dog.", even though we don't own any.

From my perspective, I think he's confessing the truth and nothing but the truth. I knew LoLa thought that too. She's just too stubborn to even listen to him before.
It wasn't her fault. It wasn't his fault. AND conspicuously not mine!
It was the SLUT's fault. The girl who've been CRAZY about Dane. I MEAN CRAAAAZY. The sideline hoe. I would to smack her face for causing so much trouble. But I wouldnt. I'm still a gentleman after all.

In the end, I brought the couple back together. That's me. That's my job.

"It's kind of wierd how most of my friends runs to me when they have a problem in their love life. When clearly I myself have a little experience in such matters."

college life: part two.

Cherie knew what she had to do, and that is to not to talk to him-- my stalker. And so we did, the whole freaking class time. We're mean like that. Frankly, he look lost at our table. He just didn't fit with us. Before class' dismissal, Mrs.____ assigned us homework. For the first day of school. ALREADY! She wants us to present next class meeting to introduce ourselves. Now I totally hate her.

So the class ends....
I swear, when I saw that clock's hands set on 10:50AM. I heard "hallelujia" on the background.
AMEN!

"Did you see what he was wearin`?" Cherie asked.
"Who? Him?" I replied softly.
"Uhm yeah." She said in a "duuuh" tone.
"Let's not make our world revolve around him. We don't know him." I suggested.
Like that, we just dropped the topic.

It's too bad we don't have next class together. She have a class at 11:15AM and my next class wont start until 1:15PM. BUMMER. We sat togther for like ten minutes watching people passed by and of course, we talk about them. After that fun ten minutes, we parted ways.

Since it was only around 11:00AM, I have nothing to do. I decided to go to the bookstore to get my books, office to update my ID, and library to look for something that can help me with my presentation. The dreadful two hours passed by so slow I thought of going home but I'm definitly will be late for my math, so I didn't.

I had the same teacher and classroom like last quarter. So I knew what's to expect in the class. It was a two dreadful hours. IT WAS SUICIDE for your brain, SERIOUSLY! After one hour of the syllabus reading, we had a ten minutes break. THANK GOD. I quickly went to the bathroom racing the other students so I get to use the NICE CLEAN stall. After I washed and sanitized my hand, I grabbed my phone and adrenaline rushes through my body as I think about calling my BFFFE. One ring. Two ring. Then she answered.

"Hello! ABBY! Miss you betch!"I suprised her with my oh-so-jolly-voice.
"Oh what do you want?" She replied that brought my vibes down.
Not thinking about her attitude, I happly told her that I'm surrounded by handsome and beautiful people. She was my saviour. I needed that ten minutes break to talk to her. I LOVE HER. She makes my life oh so better by ten million gajillion katrillion (Is there such things?) times! When my break ends, I head back to class with a smile and grin in my face.

When class ends, I hurried to the bus stop, which was leg cramping walk! The bus ride was almost two hours. Again, I felt pity to myself cause my parents won't let me drive to school yet. I do have my license anyway. As is walking from the bus stop to our house, the sight of our door gave me relief. THANK GOODNESS.

"I'm home. I'm going to sleep. Good night!" I yelled.
I went upstairs to my room and locked the door.
I turned off my phone just in case they call.

Before I went to a deep slumber, I thought about what happened that day.
It put a smile. It wasn't a bad day after all.

college life: part one.

"Earth to Geomarc. Earth to Geomarc. You there?"
Cherie joked while shaking me violently I thought my brain was going to come out of my ears. I unwillingly lifted my head up and parted ways with my sweet sweet erotic dream (Don't ask). Once I came to my senses, I looked around the classroom. Everything's the same except every eyes are locked on my still half-asleep face. Even the teacher's. I felt blood rushes through my face and I blushed (It's wasn't too obvious though since I'm dark). After that, I felt nervous and naseous, BUT definitly naseous. I can't believe I slept on the first day of school! It was heinous! The teacher asked me if I'm okay. And with all my courage and sanity left on me, I chocked on my reply but manage to say it loud and clear.


"I'm okay. Everything's fine." I said.
"Okay then....." The teacher obnoxiously said with an annoying smirk on her face.
She went back to lecturing with more than ever louder voice. ANNOYING!

This is college. You go to school and the teachers lecture you for two dreadful long hours. EVERYDAY. The only fun parts about college are seeing your friends, getting your weekly allowances, and the best-- gossiping and prattling about teachers (Which happens to be my friends and I's specialties).

I faced Cherie and I gestured to look at Mrs.____. She knew what I meant. And so begins the ridiculing.

"DOUBLE-YOU-TEE-EFF is she wearing? Isn't she way too old for that kind of make up?...." She said in a very disgusted manner. I giggled. That was funny especially the expression she made with her face. I heard a couple of students giggled behind us as well. I scrutinized carefully the skinny white teacher while she babble about something, making sure I wasn't too obvious. I moved my head nearer to Cherie so she could hear me with my whispering voice.

"It's either the circus performers threw up on her OOOR she got her outfit at a circus convention." I whispered making sure we're the only ones could hear me. But BIG ASS mouth Cherie laughed so hard that Mrs.____ looked at us. AGAIN.

"Is there something you would like to share Ms........" She paused and looked at her sitting arrangement skit. "Ms. Cherie?"
"No Mrs.____." Cherie managed to say.

After that it was a pretty slow class. Me and Cherie just texted the whole time and goofed off. Then the unthinkable happened. There he is, one of my classmate from my english class last quarter. I never liked him. Most of the times I'd caught him looking at me. I say he's a stalker. Cherie knew about him. He's late, like always. Since I and Cherie are the only ones in our group table, Mrs.___ decided to put him in our group. EVEN GREATER.

One moment.

DAMN.
It's amazing how someone can have a REALLY GOOD IDEA in the wrong time and wrong place.
IDEAS that might change the human nature and all.
And in an instant, it's forgotten just because they forgot to write it down.

Kind of like what happened to me when I was doing "number two".
TSK. TSK. Life's a shame.



shoooooot me.

Time will pass.

The first time I met you, my heart pertained to someone else.
But everytime I catch you looking at me, I fall for you deeper and deeper.
Can't you see what's happening to me since you came?

Please. Please. Please.
Never look at me with that smile on your face.
Because it will make things worse.
Stop giving me hopes that we could be together.
When I really should think about her instead.

When I got to know you better.
It made me really wants to be with you.
Everytime I kisses her.
It's you that I really see.

You are making me forget about her...

Time will pass.
Sooner or later my feelings for her will be gone.
And if that will happen.
Should we be together like what I dreamed off?

I should be sleeping but....

LoLa woke me up by texting 25 FREAKING text messages in a row!!!(Notice the three exclamations?) Asking me to call her. But I didn't. I'm too worn out. I'm too exhausted (From what? I've been sleeping all day.) And too BLAH to really talk about anything. But since I'm SUCH A GOOD FRIEND -- to some degree at least, I managed to text her back.

"Phuck off bee-yatch. I'm sleepy! Go to sleep or hell or wherever you wanna sleep. Just let me sleep and I'll call you first thing in the morning. Okay? Love you bebz!"

Call her first thing in the morning? I don't think that's going to happen. Well I guess she'll have to wait until I call her back like the rest of my friends who called me and got ignored. I'm a bad friend.

Now that I'm slightly thinking, did you ever gave thoughts about how much can betide in an minute?

At this exactly moment April 4th, 2009 2:00AM....

-In my room, I'm typing this blog entry.

-In Canada, an old lady is dying of cancer.
-In China, a new twins are borned under a poor family.

-In Las Vegas, a gambler just lost $1000 and plus.

-In Paris, a french lady fakes an orgasm.

-In Africa, a boy just died because of malnutrition.

-In Antartica, the ice just decreases in size.

-In Japan, the population increases.

-In Iraq, a mother cries over her daughter's dead corpse.

-In Seattle, a bunch of friends are clubbing.

-In Tuscany, a newly wed is having their honey moon vacation.

-In Manila, a 7 year old boy is being sodomized by his cousin.

-In Sydney, a 14 year old girl fall in love for the first time in her life.

We all share this one minute with the rest of the world. And every tick of that universal time clock, we all get nearer to our unfathomable destiny of The End and nothingness.....

the walls we built.

Being afraid of getting hurt is the number one reason people try so hard to project. To protect ourselves, we build walls. Why do we build walls? Because more than often if not, most of us end up falling and getting hurt.

We build this walls to save ourselves from getting all torn up.

But sooner or later though, we get tired of pretending and having these stony walls. Finally, we adjudged that it's finally time to break the walls up for the person we apperceive impervious with. But again, only to discover ourselves in the same circumtances. Circumtances that we've been trying to avoid all along: Attain for granted. Alone. Abandoned. Pushed away. Hurt.

And so, we build these walls again. But this time, our walls are more enduring than the previous one. It's a very exhausting and horrible cycle, but yet most of us, like the hamsters, keep on running in it.

Why do we build walls? Ironically, it is also to make people stay. If we don't thave these walls, our guards are down, our flaws and fears will be exposed. What is left for them not to furlough?

Most of us if not, are on a desparate and endless pursuit to reconnaissance for that special someone who would standstill notwithstanding the knowlegde of our weaknesses, the wrong doings we have done in the past, in the present, and even the aberattions we're about to make in the future.

We build such walls as well not only to make people stay. But also to see who loves you enough to go through challenges and climb that wall for you.

But the question really is, "Does such person in this world exist?"