MEMOIRS OF A STRANGER
Talk about spinoff. Wow. I have yet to do anything vital to this world but I already have a mini biography done in my name. Kidding. It's actually a mimic-journal entry of myself done by a good friend. And no, it wasn't done on purpose. I tricked the person to do it. (Talk about power tripping... Haha. Somehow, the author did enjoy doing it. Try playing with a person's life, you'll enjoy it too. Haha.) And boy, it reminded me of a Saturday Night Live skit indeed. It was a pastiche of my entries and people's testimonials for me. All in all, it was a spectacle of comedy ang mockery. (Note to MP: AHS author: Yes, it was. By the way, for the first time, I shall not keep this information anonymous - your name will be cited for anti-plagiarism purposes. Haha. Sige, sue me. I'll sue you for libel. Haha... [Ang labo])
Without further ado, here is the controversial story of myself written by Aislinn Ann Kee - ? (Haha. Good thing I'm too nice to get you off the hook. Don't worry I won't put your issue here. Haha.)
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Mark Peregrino: At His Strangest
The year was 2016. Everything was going according to plan. My film, Mash, starring Mary Catherine Gallagher, was just nominated for the Oscars. (Note to reader: I cannot fully express what I felt when I found out about this. But F*ck. I'll tell you what I did. I yelled and let out a stream of blasphemous words never seen since the heyday of Marshall Bruce Mathers III. Anyway, I just want to thank all the people who made this film possible- the amazing cast and crew, Manang's 24/7 liempo stand, and of course, my mentor, Stanley Kubrick.)
Everything was going according to plan, or so I thought.
You came. You had that certain scent. I felt a strange splendor wash over me. I was enthralled. Captivated. I fell under your spell, just like I did ten years ago. Yes, it was you. I knew it was you.
The obstinate being in me could not admit to this reality. I fought back. I pushed you away. Nevertheless, you stayed- with me. I became miserable-and yet, strangely ecstatic at the same time.
Nevertheless, you stayed- with me. To you, my muse, thank you for saving me- and this... this does not remain a boundless fantasy. It is a fantasy, a boundless fantasy, within my reality.
March 23, 2016. 8:59 pm. I proposed. To me, you are perfect. You said yes. (Note to love life critic: No, you can't say, "I told you so.")
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Note to everyone: This did not actually happen. Events mentioned here were entirely fictitious and fabricated for your entertainment. (Special note to love life critic: You actually thought I was going to get married, huh? [Imagine me saying this in a snooty voice and a smug face.])
Without further ado, here is the controversial story of myself written by Aislinn Ann Kee - ? (Haha. Good thing I'm too nice to get you off the hook. Don't worry I won't put your issue here. Haha.)
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Mark Peregrino: At His Strangest
The year was 2016. Everything was going according to plan. My film, Mash, starring Mary Catherine Gallagher, was just nominated for the Oscars. (Note to reader: I cannot fully express what I felt when I found out about this. But F*ck. I'll tell you what I did. I yelled and let out a stream of blasphemous words never seen since the heyday of Marshall Bruce Mathers III. Anyway, I just want to thank all the people who made this film possible- the amazing cast and crew, Manang's 24/7 liempo stand, and of course, my mentor, Stanley Kubrick.)
Everything was going according to plan, or so I thought.
You came. You had that certain scent. I felt a strange splendor wash over me. I was enthralled. Captivated. I fell under your spell, just like I did ten years ago. Yes, it was you. I knew it was you.
The obstinate being in me could not admit to this reality. I fought back. I pushed you away. Nevertheless, you stayed- with me. I became miserable-and yet, strangely ecstatic at the same time.
Nevertheless, you stayed- with me. To you, my muse, thank you for saving me- and this... this does not remain a boundless fantasy. It is a fantasy, a boundless fantasy, within my reality.
March 23, 2016. 8:59 pm. I proposed. To me, you are perfect. You said yes. (Note to love life critic: No, you can't say, "I told you so.")
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Note to everyone: This did not actually happen. Events mentioned here were entirely fictitious and fabricated for your entertainment. (Special note to love life critic: You actually thought I was going to get married, huh? [Imagine me saying this in a snooty voice and a smug face.])
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