just arrived from a free concert at SM cinema 1, god damned great quartet led by antonio for--something. he's italian. i forget his name. cynthia alexander was supposed to be there tonight, too, but, ting-ting-ting!!!! strike 2, she wasn't there. a-fucking-gain.
i want to rant today about so so so many things like i always do, pathetic little me, just for the heck of getting it all out of my system, and now i suddenly changed my mind. i just realized i don't really have anybody. and some persons whom i think i can talk to aren't here, or don't like my company??? (there's always that thought hanging at the back of my head) or find me suspicious or whatever.
my officemates think i'm weird just because i painted my own table cover, and for what other reason they might have. i'm the new kid in the room, so they're picking on me, i guess. all of a sudden i'm in kindergarten again. i can understand why they talk about other people that way; they're bored and can't find anything else to do.
go to hell, i never tried to do anything stupid to you guys. and i don't touch other people's tables, or the things on them, so leave mine be.
oh, what the heck, talk about me behind my back for all i care.
i'm not feeling colorful today because of some things that i just cannot talk about here.
