he is everywhere but he is nowhere

It's summer! No classes till June. Time for hitting the beaches and go surfing.

But what am I doing?

Sulking at home. Go to school for some review thing. As if that helps. The only thing I like in that review shit thing is the new set of friends. I am so bummed staying here at home. Doing nothing productive.

I miss my pals enormously :(


Bout the story I am writing, hope I finish it as soon as possible. I want to post something here. Of course aside from my usual babbling and stuff. I can't seem to decide how it'll really go that's why I can't finish the stupid thing.

My mind's too consumed with different things. I really miss that stupid boy. He's visiting his grandparents so he'll be gone like for two weeks. Oh no. TWO very long weeks for me. SAD SAD SAD.

Hmm, what else? Nothing more. I think?

That's it. I'm outta here.

HE IS EVERYWHERE. BUT HE IS NOWHERE.

rejoice in life's splendor cause death awaits like an old friend

This is obviously my first post in this blog. I decided to leave my old one. It's full of shit cause I made that like three years ago. I was twelve years old then. Which means the content is practically about girlie stuff. What a dreadful thing right? How could I have done that? I was oblivious of the proper things to post here way back. At least now, I already know and wouldn't look dim-witted. I have - matter of factly - grown up but still underage. That sucks. No driver's license. No credit card of your own. No private place for you to stay. NOTHING. Well that is an overstatement. I actually have my pals around. 'Course I have my family too. But are they really around? I think I'd rather not have them. Ill thing for me to say. This is just the effect of having a down in the dumps life. I should have gotten used to it by now. Oh well. Stop with this over-the-top family thing. It's completely rubbish.

Moving on, I made this hoping that I could produce good stories or poems. I shall emulate my sibling. Who is lucidly my opposite. Better marks. Better school. Actually best in everything. Still, I think highly of him though I get hurt at times because of our disparity. I should at the very least try to be like him in some way. Which I think is in writing. I can say that I find solace in writing. But, I'm not someone who is really good in grammar. Maybe that's why I don't usually publish everything or I would restrict it for my contacts slash friends. I think I'd better do some opening up.

I guess that's it for now. AU REVOIR.