Little things

This has got to be the worst post ever. I don't have even the utmost care who would read this but I feel so bad right now. Bad that I can't get an interview, bad that I am missing my deadline, bad that I can't get my allowance, bad that I am still waiting for my underwear to dry. Bad.

Everything this week seemed like it was going to fall over me or trample me or squish me (which I aways picture ending in a gruesome manner). And now that Tatay is angry at me, I really don't know what to do.

My phone was dead about eight am and I was still asleep, I charged it yesterday but my phone is always like this, dead and gone. Tatay was supposed to call me but with my phone dead, he can't reach me. When I went to sleep it was reflecting it's LCD with full batteries. How am I supposed to know it'll be dead in a few hours? Too bad there's no defibrilator for batteries that I just can chuck out of my pocket.

Okay, I fear adulthood for that matter. I fear that i'll pick on some petty thing to release my anger. I fear that i'll call someone stupid intentionally. I fear that i'll make someone feel that he made the biggest mistake any human being can do without even trying.

The new part of my life

Due to the unfortunate event that my dear flash drive is dead. I now have a new member of my life. Introducing Ewe (Yoo).

An Invitation

Just this day, someone asked me to dance again. That was pretty odd. I haven't "officially" danced in public (if you call my silly moves in the office dancing and the staff, an audience) since last two years ago.

I wasn't astonished about them asking me though. I was simply pondering on the length of time I stopped dancing. Dancing for me is a new venture in college. I never dared to dance in my entire high school life. And it seems to me that this incident sometimes, well, always happens to me.

I fall out of time to do what I want most because of something else.

I said no though, I knew I wasn't prepared. Plus I know for a fact that some of those people inside the room would belittle my capabilities. Maybe next time, I'll be lucky.

A point to remember as a dancer though: Mimicry is good but do not over-mimic. Too much of a good thing is bad.

So stop thinking about putting ABDC moves. Trolls.