Lipogram to an Emo Kid

I have always seen yo as I walked down the steps of that hall named after Palma. Yo are never been hard to notice since all the color seems so bright and lod everyday–that’s merely becase of yor presence. I never thoght that yo’d ever pt the pencil’s inner sol into yor eyes, by that I mean literal. I jst don’t get that while some people try to conceal their nights sorrow yo are here ptting the lead nder yor eyes to make it look mch darker. I coldn’t find even the slightest cle when is the last time do yo have yor hairct done. It’s keeps hiding yor face depriving even yor sight to set free. Head croched, I mean… Can yo even see what yo’re doing?

It’s not a qestion that yo fancy black, it’s an open statement. I thogh it is jst yor favorite jst like those girls back in high school who really fancied pink objects. Bt why is it that yor fondness of black seems extreme to the pblics eyes? What do yo think?

Well, honestly…the reason why I write is becase some thoght is really bothering me. Remember the day when we go together to or afternoon class? Yes, before my art stdies class and I reckon, its yor hmanities. My class is at the 2nd floor and yors is at the forth floor. Jst right after yor few steps p to the third floor, I hear some whisper… “EMOX”. First I don’t get it. Thoght it’s a cast off statement and so I dropped it.

Blntly speaking. Are yo in some sort of fraternity or an org? It qite seem that yo belong somehow into somewhat grop. I wold kindly remind yo that the dormitory manager prohibits joining brotherhood in or freshman year. Well, i jst have this thoght after I hear another remark to somewhat a gy who dress p like yo.

What’s bothering me is the news from the other girls dormitory. Again they are calling her “EMO” and referring to her as sicidal as her roommate saw her with a sharp blade close to her wrist. Tell me, that’s really bothering, isn’t it?

I don’t think there is something wrong with yo and if ever there is, don’t bother bothering me. We are jst the two high school bddy in here, no one else. As of me in here, I’m still fine. Keeping p with this smmer vacation which kills. Oh, another thing. What is the name of the band yo’re referring to me? The kind of msic yo said yor p to? Ok, jst tell me in school.

Isn’t it weird that I write to yo in an Lipogram? Well, I kinda look idiot in my statements above not knowing what’s happening. Well basically it’s jst a matter of denial. Haha! Tre! I jst don’t wanna believe yo’re p to sicidal thingy, yor fashion is tolerable it’s jst those freaking description that yo’re an EMO freaks me ot. Emo=Emotional, think they jst pt things in extremities. By the way, do yo know what an Lipogram means? Well, its a writing that omits or dispenses with all words containing a particlar letter of the alphabet.

It jst tells yo that there is always “I or me” in this game bddy! Yo are not jst ” or yo” if problems occr. Don’t think yor alone. Being emotional is kinda bearable at times. We all once in a while gets a little corny.

So, it’s my time omit all the “” in this article and retain “I”. Wait, i write it in a first person statement hh. “” means “you” and “I” means “me”. So dropped the feeling yor alone coz there is always me ( yck! kinda cheesy) hehe.

I’m omitting the “” cz if not, it wont be a Lipogram thogh!

See yo in classes!

Pepe

I am a Homebody

Homebody in my case does not denotes a metaphor which affirms, rather it’s the opposite. Homebody in which is psyching me out. It is not because of my full volition, but yes it’s practically “partly” by choice.

Since the last summer break, April. I am locked up in my so-cliched-four-sided-wall-room. Counting how many times the earth rotates in it’s axis for 23hrs 56min 4.2seconds per day. I have been secured in my your-ordinary-teenage-room for more than more than two months now. Bet you, it really sucks!

I am not prompted to enroll in the summer semester and even on the present academic year because of our present status for immigration in the west end of the earth. Here comes the unintentional reason why I barely leave the house, “wait for the phone call or any mails coming from the immigration office”. So I have been a rotten fish swimming in a dirty fish tank…oops just an hyperbole.

Well, it’s not just always “it sucks!” and not liking it. Let me quote something “it’s like a flower that blooms in adversity”, don’t you notice? I like exaggeration. It’s just there is something about it which is good after all. Things unnoticed because of some dominant commotion reveals themselves, which actually is quite fun. Let me try to list it all down for you.

Clocks don’t tick at the same rate

Another irrelevant discovery candidate. I barely noticed that our family are so fond of clocks. Wall clocks, clocks in the shelves, clocks with fancy design, clocks with lamp, clocks in the living room, clocks in the dining room, clocks inside the rooms, clocks even at the attic. Whoa, that’s a lot!

Clocks “second” hand does not tick at the same rate, which means each clock second precision is different from others. Which also means they are not telling the same time. Even clocks are not reliable at some time.

So, what’s the official time? Weird!

When I’m uneasy, I diddle with my cellphone keypad

Having your cellphone around with you–undetachable seems normal just like dressing up, so I decided it’s not worth writing it up. But this unusual thing I did when in some kind of uneasy situation feels weird and unnoticed.

It has been an unnoticed habit clicking my keypads unconsciously and when I’m back in my self, I am already diddling my inbox and/or playing with my cellphone’s game.

I can navigate the house, closed eyes

Oh yeah, sure lot of us can do this, but it’s worth some attention. Sometimes when peeing wakes me up in the middle of my sleep, I don’t bother not opening my eyes fully. I learned to use my hands to sense some struggle on my way. Luckily I have never been hit by the wall.

Even when it’s brownout, I always tend to switch on/off the light

When things occupy me for a moment or so, the light switch brings me up a sort of reality check, “power lines are off dude!” Yeah, the light switch reminds me that it’s fucking brownout again which gives me emotional downfall. No hyperbole this time. Brownouts really makes me feel sad and bored!

Meal time, “whats the food?” habit

My mom and grandma really might be so sick and tired hearing all those question almost three times a day with only almost less than five hours interval. Sometimes this question are not really intended, they just spill out in my mouth…but I admit, I’m guilty! .^^

Refrigerator rackets it out at night

Sleeping close to the dining area and the big giant really gives me trouble when night falls and silence embraces the atmosphere. It’s racket really disturbs me during can’t-sleep-nights. It’s really loud at times.

This phenomena battles my scientific instinct to a question. How much noise do we accumulate when it’s racketing aren’t audible? Think of that! Our eardrums might be furious.

Home TV shopping

Oops, I am not a patron of these products, but again, because of my unconsciousness in things, I just wakes up watching this inutile shows. Growth pills, breast enlarger, scar remover, kitchen knifes and wait theres more!!! haha!

Can’t find it when I need it

When things are badly needed, they tend to hide until you give up trying. Up to the smallest things, when you don’t need them you know where to find them but when the time you needed them, they play hide and seek.

Watch out with the latter one, can’t find anymore things to write down but I’m sure there still a lot. Hate that last part!

Well, all of these are bit fun after all. When I’m thinking each one of it, it put some sort of helium air in my head. Being a homebody does not sound always rebellious, it can even cater the other side of your intellect. Isn’t it obnoxious to find all the wonders of the outside world when in fact, just being inside your home can be totally worth spending when you just spend time discovering and challenging yourself?

Being a homebody for more than two months now is not a waste of time, because I have used it in some sort of valuable things. I had never read books continuously, I had never enough time to read all the school newspaper articles, I had never watch some good movies and tv shows… but during that break, I did, it’s worth it.

But I never said I’ll be homebody forever, I experienced it already, time to move on. I’ll prepare myself for that migration and for another life in school.

Wish me luck!