Morbid indulgence

Sunday, September 05, 2004

as i was going home, i opened the book i am currently reading, a novel by stephen king entitled dead zone. eversince the start of my life as a college student and i was forced into a world of constant intertwined mess we call traffic, i made it a point to carry a book with me so as to fight boredom. so there i was, forgetting everything around me and throwing myself into the world being furnished by the words of king, when the man who was sitting beside me started and said something to me... i didn't catch what he was saying... but judging by the look on his face, it was not pleasant... i did my best to ignore him, saying to myself "what's his problem?" people are so cranky... ok, i understand that life today can really suck, but why rain it down on me? i mean, i wasn't doing anything to him, heck, i didn't even throw a glance at him. maybe he was just psychologically imbalanced.

last night, out of boredom, i channel surfed and came upon this reality show about models. i'm not much for reality tv shows, cuz they aren't showing any semblance of reality at all. as if normal people wear make-up and dress up and talk like educated and reasonable folks at home. even "the osbournes" is fake. they're all doing those stuff for show. all i know is that i wouldn't be able to be myself if a camera is constantly following my every move. however, i settled on this show because it was hosted by who else but tyra banks! hell, she's like the epitome of elegance, an inch away from being a goddess. i juz love her.

this singer's debut party is being featured in tv today... i just remembered, i didn't throw a party when i turned 18. heck, that debut stuff is just commercialized bullshit. just a waste of money. i'd rather buy a car.

hmm... when i was in highschool, i used to keep a journal, not much different from this one. i got tired of writing on it after 2 weeks. it's just a matter of time til i tire from this one too.

Morbid Indulgencestarted this journey at9/05/2004