Hallelujah.
the preliminary rounds've reached to its finishing line and i couldn't stop myself from grinning like a Cheshire cat (though i must admit the feeling of fear, repleted with pure hopefulness in facing the reality tomorrow still exists till now). will i be able to surpass paradise? or will disaster prevail in the moment of truth, otherwise?
but oh, i am still beaming despite those depressive speculations. conspicuous much.
moving on: i have yet to persuade dad for a new cellphone.
YES OH MY, suprisingly, mom, for the first-ever time(okay no, that's so a lie), consented to my having my rights back(partly) yesterday! really, i've been feeling like a complete nitwit without a cellphone all this while. etc. but, again, mom can be one hell of an annoyance sometimes. she, a fickle-minded woman, can be easily moved just by her own decisions. hence, i have to seriously watch my actions as closely as ever, so as to ensure that she'll keep her word. so, yes:
say hello to the desperado!
the word 'freaky' spelt in caps on my face never fails upon my encounters with the obsessed one. i don't know what charm in the world do i possess that is seemingly addictive to him so much that he makes it a routine to be my shadow everywhere i go! traumatic? you can say that again, since i've never, as far as i'm concerned, undergo a boy-girl rendezvous as wayward as such before in my holy life(LORDY?!). okay no, i shan't deny that he's a good one, but after knowing him for months, i've since adapted a different perspective towards him; his conduct in acquaintanceship & amore(or rather, cupidity?) is too contradistinctive, as i recall.
had a late-night convo with dan with the damned cordless as usual, well, not excluding the fact that we're constantly disrupted by sequels of human turbulence, i.e our bonded ones. those were really dubious, but oh well, nothing can be done to stop them. though irksome, i must say it's pretty hilarious! each time, i'll be like whispering over the phone, & then he goes "i can't hear you!", vice versa. does this serve as a prelude to teens' lives under their elders' strict disposition? how deluded.
my eyes are still as sore and bloodshot-seeming as ever. and instead of indulging into self-pity towards her daughter, mom commented that i'll be guaranteed to get the grammy's award if i were to act as a vampire in a gruesome series.
i love you, mom.
