Define Stupidity

Warning: This blog entry has contents which may be unpleasant to read. We just add those up for the mood to be felt accurately.. Our apologies. And in some cases that this may sound familiar to you, remember that these are purely coincidences. This is a fictional story written by a real and not that insane writers who won't ever write about their own mashed up lives. This is simply a descriptive blog entry, a requirement for English 1.

http://thewedordeadwager.wordpress.com/2010/07/25/girls-are-stupid/

Please don't read this. I'm begging you.

Okay, fine! You're persistent, huh? Do you wanna take a piece of damn sh!t on what I'm talking about here? Then go waste the seconds of your life. Read. 

He's breaking the sh!t out of me. Hell yea, what has he done to me? I wasn't like this before. Why did I... Why did I easily fall for a son-of-a-b!tch!? I hate myself. But no matter what I do, he's already stuck in my head. I even remember the time that I first noticed him. Yea, noticed him, not just saw him. I saw him maybe a lot of times before but only on that time, that what-the-hell time, when I first noticed that little brat. He's kinda cute, and his smile suites him. Behind those eyeglasses are his char- nah, awkward description. Let's just say big. Yea, his big eyes were staring at me. I don't know why. Why is he staring at me? Is there something wrong with me? I acted like I don't seem to notice but I felt awkward. Then that awkwardness shifted to the feeling of delight; I felt like flying. I smiled, and I started imagining things which I'm really dying to experience in reality. Uh, that crazy moment. It's all his fault.

Day by day, I was always inspired to see the sunlight. Well, not the sunlight really, but him. But sometimes I learned to hate the glistening sun and love the pouring rain. It used to be a big mess for me if it rained while I'm walking, but because of that stupid guy I learned to enjoy it. Wouldn't you enjoy it if you're with the one that you like under one umbrella? It's so damn fantastic! I thought my heart is leaping. But, yea, I had to control myself. Am I that crazy to let him see that I'm very happy? Nah, no way. Pride man, pride.

I hate you Cupid. Wish Venus never gave birth to you.

 Love, love, love. Are you really capable of making our lives miserable? Yes! I'm really, really, miserable, freak. I can't control myself. Why is he so sweet? You know, he speaks so gently. His voice is like a music that I wanna listen for life. His laugh is the craziest yet the best sound I had ever heard. His smile? Yea, it's like fire. It melted the arrogant part of me. I was tamed. And the best part? When I was depressed. When I felt like quitting. He cheered on me. He motivated me. And I felt like being hypnotized by those sweet words that he uttered. It's like nirvana.

 I was once dumbfounded. But now I am simply... dumb.

 And because I'm dumb, I asked him stupid things which I wished I'd never asked. We were so close then, but suddenly I observed that he's sometimes too busy texting that he ignored the whole damn world. Out of curiosity I asked who is he texting. And in a snap, he told me, "She's [insert b!tch's name here]. She's the one I'm courting."

 Fvck you.

 I was once drenched in total delight. But now, I experience hangover. Collapsed. I feel like being crashed under a 10-wheeler truck. And because of anger I can really carry that 10-wheeler truck and throw it to that girl. Yea, that b!tch. She's very, very lucky. I haven't had the chance to meet her personally but... whoever she is, if she hurts him, she'll gonna regret being alive. And I will kill her. 

Nah, just kidding. I'm not a murderer, babe. I can kill her in my mind but, are you an idiot!? I hate blood, man. It's disgusting. Same as I. I'm very disgusting. I hate myself. I hate him. Wish I'd never...

 Wait, he texted. "Hi, how are you? :)" 

Am I smiling? Stupid.

A Retrospect: A Realization

Outside the four corners of what most people call home, is where Joshua finds paradise. The echoing sound of his footsteps, the trickling sweat of his body, and the reverberating pound of his heartbeat: those were the things he loved the most when he spends his time outdoors. Indoors, it was a whole lot different. 

Being raised by his grandparents, he always lacked the attention of his parents who were working abroad. He became hard-headed, moody and selfish. When he doesn't get what he want, he hides under the dining table, banging his head hard on the wall, so hard that neighbors would hear the thumping on their side. His grandparents have never lacked in giving him and his brother Julio what they need, but to him it just wasn't enough. His brother has always been responsive with their situation, and from what people see, Joshua has always been behind his brother's cloak. While his brother excels in academics though, Joshua spends his time playing with neighbors and friends. He finds his inner peace when his nerves, muscles, and bones get to work. 

That was ten years ago. When his family moved to another place, he surprisingly morphed to another person. It was like he was reincarnated to someone better. He became established, serious and giving. His parents became more watchful of his behavior. He gained a lot of friends and was known by many not because of his bad behavior but because of his friendliness and benevolence. His humble abode has become not just a house but a home, a haven. Though he turned to a home buddy, he always find time to play outside, reminiscing the past that he had, and the present he has. For him childhood does not define a life, but just a part of it. 

We Had to Do IT.

• • Stalking, stalking, stalking. It's a very exciting yet awkward activity for those people who are strucked by the arrows of Cupid, or for those who just wanted to relieve their boredom. It is exciting in a way that your heart beats so fast just when you see him or even his picture in his Facebook profile; awkward because you're somehow invading the private life of a person. Maybe this is also the reason why both of us didn't want to stalk a complete stranger. But because Ms. Louj assigned a blog post which involves stalking to practice our descriptive writing skills, we built up our guts to look for our victim. Yes, we stalked.

    

    
    

    After a week deciding who to stalk (actually we almost came up with the idea that we're just going to describe our ideal man to make our lives easier), we saw this not-that-ideal-to-be-stalked guy in Math Building. He's tall, fair-skinned, and sort of emo-haired. He's only simple; he wears T-shirt and pants. We even saw him wearing a white T-shirt with a Boysen print in front. When we saw him he's on the second floor. He's just there, studying his notes and eating his cupcake. Then, the next day we accidentally saw him walking with his cream-colored umbrella. We followed him through the Math Building, and then he again sat on the exact spot where we saw him, doing what he does the last time. We followed him again through the third floor, and then we discovered that his classroom is Room 316.

    
    

    We only stalked him for two days that's why we only knew a little detail about him. But based on our first impression, maybe he's the serious type - a man with a few words. He's somehow mysterious; there's something in him that you really want to know. Because of that, even if we're already done with this blog, we might stalk him again. We are somehow humiliated that he became a victim of our stalking plot, but we had no choice, we hope he didn't notice that. Because of this activity, we discovered that stalking is not only for those who are smitten in love, but also for those who are dominated by curiosity.