February 6th, 2007
Rave. Rant. (w)Rite.
Rave: Shet. Ang cute talaga niya! As in cute – no, gwapo to the point of me resorting to semi-stalking. His shift is every Monday and Wednesday mornings – I usually go there to catch up on my studies after I bring my sister to school. He caught my interest a few months back but it only became a die-hard-konti-nalang-at-parang-rac-and-bulaong-crush when he talked to me about giving a discount to my org. Shet. I so wanted to melt when he smiled. GRABEH. Minsan lang ako makakita ng type ko na lalake. GRABEEEH TALAGA. *melts into a puddle*
Tangina. Landi. HAHAHA!
Hm. Wednesday bukas. *evil gleam in Cheska’s eyes*
Rant: Never-ending plates. Six, in fact. Everything’s piling up to my neck... before I know it, I’d be asphyxiated, drowning in tracing paper, lead, and used masking tapes. I can’t even feel the fair season, dammit. Add the sleepy atmosphere caused by the cold weather and I’m done for. I’m feeling guilty for not finishing my construction plate on time and therefore having to leave most of the design plate stuff to Dax. Garrrgh. I want to take a one-week hiatus to fix everything. *sigh* As if.
(w)Rite: I think I should get a laptop. One of those cheap ones. I only need Microsoft word and the internet, after all. What for, you ask? For writing. I want to write more – to organize my thoughts, to tap my creative side, that kind of thing. Why not a notebook? I’m too lazy to write manually. Besides, since I use my hands to draft, I’d rather use another action for my fingers to write (type). The internet’s for research and web posting for my future fans. Bwehehehe! :D
I want to write anything and everything – from fantasy to psychoanalyses. Sometimes I get that itch... I used to type away until the wee hours of the morning when I was in high school, putting all my thoughts and my emotions into my writing. These days, I don’t even have time to eat, more so time to write (except for the occasional blog post). It’s getting kind of frustrating.
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Okay, back to the demanding plates. I can hear them screaming for me saying, "CHESKA! Finish us! Finish us! Finish us!" *fades away*
*sigh*
"I am your slave, oh masters."
