rejected---AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!
Whoah, I finally found the pause button in this remote. Contrary to popular belief, I have other things going than just my crazy love fiasco. I did went to my auditions today for the Pinoy Pop Superstar and as projected, I didn’t get in. I didn’t pass the first round. It was crazy! I was supposed to sing happy birthday and man that song is arduous. I do have an excuse why I didn’t get to sing it well but I ain’t gonna mention cuz it is indeed an excuse. Surprisingly though, I didn’t get hurt as much as I thought I’d be. I dunno maybe I’m becoming immune to the thing I fear most…. REJECTION. I remember those times when I use to always say that I’ll try to do this and I’ll try to join that, but I never had the balls to pursue it, well, now I had the balls and the face for it. I guess my pain (I can’t believe we’re going back to this again) right now overshadowed any of it.
And since, we’re all already back to the topic, I wasn’t able to do it stop myself from saying hi! I wasn’t looking for strength, I just wanna share that moment with him, he told me before that he’ll accompany me in case I decide to join. And up to now I would have trade anything for that to happen. Good thing it didn’t. he did reply to my message and I saw a new entry in his blog that hurt me once more. If I really plan on doing this shit, I should stop visiting that site.
Anyways, I didn’t went straight back here. I went to my parents’ house, ate lunch and saw my mom crying. My dad and I laughed. I dunno it was sumtin bout the pigs in our province that died. Now, you know where I get all this emo aura of me. I’m a walking crybaby because of my mom and I hate it. Strange thing though, usually I would have felt so bad seeing her cry and may start crying as well, but I guess the pain still stopped me from doing so, from feeling anything at all.
And since, we’re all already back to the topic, I wasn’t able to do it stop myself from saying hi! I wasn’t looking for strength, I just wanna share that moment with him, he told me before that he’ll accompany me in case I decide to join. And up to now I would have trade anything for that to happen. Good thing it didn’t. he did reply to my message and I saw a new entry in his blog that hurt me once more. If I really plan on doing this shit, I should stop visiting that site.
Anyways, I didn’t went straight back here. I went to my parents’ house, ate lunch and saw my mom crying. My dad and I laughed. I dunno it was sumtin bout the pigs in our province that died. Now, you know where I get all this emo aura of me. I’m a walking crybaby because of my mom and I hate it. Strange thing though, usually I would have felt so bad seeing her cry and may start crying as well, but I guess the pain still stopped me from doing so, from feeling anything at all.
posted by riddler at 10:44 PM
5 Comments:
sorry if i hadnt been able to accompany you to the audition as promised. work just gets in the way. im sorry. bawi me promise. you'll be the first guy ill treat... i swear... mwah! love you
I feel you, man! I am all ga-ga over this Alfredo character! However, my love falls flat, he being married with children. We have great sex, but without that love angle after the orgasm it falls flat and dead.
For a reference if you'd like, check out the blogs "Tears of the broken hearted" and "Nice girls don't wear cha-cha heels." on my site. I think you'll relate to it.
Our kind seems to be born to suffer.
Nobody is born to suffer... It's a matter of how we handle things...
ur right , they're not born to suffer but doomed since birth.. like me... and it's not hw you handle things but how other people give you the things to handle...
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