Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were the usual pains and aches centered day. And besides I can't really remember what I did those days except crumble and crouch on the bed or on the sofa. And of course I did linger on my computer and watch some of those not-so-boring stuffs on the television. So last week was mainly composed of Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
Thursday, August 16,2007. It was supposed to be one of my ecstatic days on the month of August but it turned to be a mournful season.
Dieciséis, seize, sechzehn, sedici, zestien, dezesseis, seksten, SIXTEEN. All of these words point out to that special number/date that I have been waiting for all of my life. It is our 9th monthsary, Dale and I. I was thinking of him that day and I didn't knew why I couldn't get him out of my head. I was imagining things, things I've never encountered before, things that are sweeter than candy, but unreachable like stars. Then I checked out the calendar, I was very very shocked. It was August 16 and I forgot. It must be because I haven't seen Dale online those days. And gosh, I miss him so much. I think I'm dying or maybe I'm just over-exaggerating.
Well, being not with him at our most special day is simply the suck fest. And I felt like there's this great gap between us ever since I never saw him again. And I hope it's not getting worse. I don't want us to fall apart. Maybe we are already falling apart. These thoughts, they're killing me softly.
My online friends was wondering how could I survive those lonely nights without him. The truth is, I can't. My heart was slowly crushed into a hundred folds. And it will never be back together again, it's simply impossible. Enough of this wreck, I'll tell more important matters.
At that very moment, my mother remembered what the optometrist told us:
And that afternoon, I went to a kiddie party. T'was fun and very exciting. It was held on Mcdonald's and I was quite hoping that I was gonna see my friends and classmates but I found no luck at all. Anyways, I saw my classmate and her sister at the mall. I missed her and it was great that I saw her. Then I went home and continued those television sessions.
Friday was a blissful day, I get to watch fun movies. It's like there was me and the television alone. Movie trips are the best medicine when you feel alone. That's when I got addicted to John Heder. I mean I watched all of his movies and searched some facts about him through the internet then I watched the movies all over again and again. Isn't that addiction? I like his movies: Napoleon Dynamite, Blades of Glory and The Benchwarmers. They were the bomb. They were so hilarious that I forgot to eat. And that was a record. I couldn't stand a minute without eating. Yea, I'm that addicted to food too.
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Then after that great trip, we went to our family friends' house. My brother and sister will sleep over there for awhile since me and my mother will go to Manila again. I didn't want to leave that house at all because of those precious DVD's and VCD's. I wanted to have a movie trip again. So before we left, I finished one movie. I watched 300 since I didn't really enjoyed it at the first time I saw it. So yea, It was a bloody hell and I was pretty amazed by the Spartans' wise strategies. They were very faithful to their land unlike some people. Well anyways, I'll just skip the hospital thing. It makes me remember all the dreadful things that happened to me.
Today, I'm just feeling ever so sad. And hatred takes over me. I just loathe people who are so unfaithful. They stab you on the back and they pretend that they're your friends. I'll just pray that they find the direction they need in life.
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