Tuesday, September 30, 2008



I think you know how irritating the feeling is once you know that you've lost something that belongs to you. Knowing that you freely gave the person the chance to borrow it and that it did not come back to you anymore makes it a whole lot worse. I'm just waiting for the ground to open up and swallow me and for gravity to drag me down under because I could not help but get teary-eyed having been knowledgeable that my Staedtler pens-- oh, those precious pens!!-- are nowhere in sight. No, it's not that I want to cry over those pens. Rather, I am severely pissed-off by the fact that I took care of it for the past (almost) five months, only to realize that it will be misplaced by someone else. Oooh, this is what I loathe about letting people borrow my things. As for now, I think I have bothered too many acquaintances with my problem-- I know it's quite shallow but I do not care. Having some thing missing wraps me in a feeling of inadequacy. And I'm sure you know how overwhelming such can be.

Unfortunately, as some may call it shallow, I'd opt to call it, by preference, disturbing. I can't help but think where the hell it is and what the heck happened to it. AND OF COURSE, Why, by all means, did I allow someone to borrow the whoooooole set. Ha! I could not even focus on my Algebra test earlier because I was too much bothered by it being lost.

Oh God, it's DAY 2 of my investigation and nothing good is coming out of it. @$@#%& AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I'm hating this.