Thursday, June 10, 2010

Today we die all over again.

Nothing.

I don't feel anything yet.

I'm feeling a bit powerless and a bit helpless.

But it's so quiet inside me, my burp is like a nuclear explosion.

Now what Trixie? Good job on the ambitious gamble. So many people believed in me and I let everyone down. Even the Taiwan Consul was rooting for me. They called the university to verify the worst.

For the very first time, Dr. Langit and I were on the phone and we had no words. He just woke up from a makeup nap after a 32-hour duty and I was in the toilet. No words.

I sorta felt this coming because I had a premonition of the CamSur race in September but I haven't had any premonitions of my supposed enrollment in Taiwan. I'd like to talk to the manager of premonitions.

I am allowing myself a few days of deadness. I just wanna lie and disappear. Like how Johnny Depp's character was swallowed by an inverted waterfall of blood on a bed in the original Nightmare on Elm Street. 



Shall I bury myself in the sands of Abu Dhabi? Shall I try again next year? Shall I plant some agent orange in that university? Shall I call Ang Lee? Shall I eat a whole chocolate cake by myself?

I'm not gonna ask the Universe why because I know life is tougher for evil queen bitches.

At the end of the day when all my self-esteem has abandoned me, I take refuge in an awesome fact and I just have to smile a very evil, smug smile because I don't come from UST.


"There's gotta be more to life than this.
There's gotta be more to everything I thought exists."
-Payable On Death

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