The Weekend
Hey guess what, I’m bored again. I think I am back to the drawing board. Right now, I really don’t know what to do (first). Study, sleep, eat or hang-out? I don’t know. I passed another one whole afternoon trying to think what to do. Last Sunday I tried watching “Lolita” by Kubrick but heck about subtitles. I can’t download a decent one. I was so busy from Thursday to Monday. Weekends count, you know.
Last Friday, there’s this guy who asked for my number. I never knew he was gay not until he asked for my digits. He was a bitch. Get a life you fucking putangina mo! Faggotry at its best.
Yesterday, a random girl sent me in a tissue paper with two ala-ecstacy candies (heart-shaped). Written are words “Crush on you” and “Text me” with the number displayed on the paper. I don’t have the feeling to text that number but my friend said I should have to so that I can thank her (or him?). I texted thank you. That was all.
And now, I am here: bored and gutless. I am enjoying a Doughnut and an ice cream right now.
P.S. Yeah, that’s my fucking room. You can see me like a ghost there.
