preceding...

I cannot take this anymore. This whole "since you're now in your third year already as high schoolers, people now expect a lot MORE from you" thing has finally gotten into my very last nerve ending. After succumbing to our mentors' relentless orders of doing homework every now and then without even a single gripe making its way out of our orifices, (at least they don't make themselves flamboyant. Haha.) I think we guys have finally had enough. Gargh. School sucks especially when fused with stuffs such as being aware of the measurements of the skulls of homo sapiens. What the hell. Just kill me.

but before I die, here are some of the stuffs I'd like to have and do first. At least you people now have an idea on whatever things would make my cold corpse smile just in case my time finally arrives any time now.

MY WISHLIST.

1. have "Stanley," my dream drum set, and play him with astounding professionalism for hours. I have to thump out my frustrations with a bit of musicality, you know.
2. cut someone's hair off, leaving only fifteen strands discernible.
3. cause a regional blackout in the Philippines
4. be one of the main reasons for OXYGEN'S worldwide success.
5. eat one whole BigMac.
6. be able to learn by heart all the words integrated in http://www.m-w.com and be able to use them through constructing formal and informal essays.
7. smell ms. Martinez's armpit.
8. watch "Danny Phantom" for twelve hours straight on a Monday.
9. spend a day with my best friend, ERICKA SALONGA.
10. ... and with my 31 for a day, spending the whole of it watching the television while indulging ourselves in cheese curls.

... and the list goes on and on and on and on. To be continued.


STANLEY: the fire of my loins.

the generic generator @ 7:16 PM

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verblassen.

"Paano mo sasabihin sa isang tao na bad breath siya?"

I still can't seem to find the perfect clincher that would respond to such cliche though I have to confess, I had been the pioneer who initially knew that the infamous basilisko had halitosis. Had she not borrowed my scientific calculator and questioned me on how it works, her dark secret would not have been made known to the populace. However, that is not enough rationale for me to bear this insurmountable pain and be in such a tight spot the second time around. I'm not exactly a magnet for people with fetid mouthfuls of air, am I?

Yesterday afternoon, the long sought-after retention of the answer to this question had just been chucked squarely at my face. I was inside "the vacuum" with sweat running freely all over my face, riled by the fact that instead of providing my ears to a symposium about drug addiction, (that ought to be motivating) we'd be strained to listen to a talk on the various courses offered in SPUQC. I was going on like "it's not like I'd be off wasting my university years in here again, will I?" while talking to two certain people about the huge mistake of being there inside, distressed from ennui when it ensued.

SWOOSH.

it happened so fast that not even a single word would be fit enough to describe it. As I swished my head to my side, that outlandish scent akin to rotten cabbages caressed my physiognomy, and before I knew it, I looked like an idiot in a trance. My mouth was left sheltered with my hanky mingled with sweat and blood (my lip was bleeding at that time). I swiftly felt mucus fighting their way outside my nostrils, my head suddenly began to ache, and then all the more when I set my mind to find the iniquitous source of such disgrace.

"and then I saw her face... now I'm a believer..."

(I wished to elaborate explicit details here, but the fear of hurting uber gossamer feelings held me back. Please bear with me.)

THINGS I DID (and hoped I hadn't done) TO-DAY
1. Tino, KC and I went "armpit hunting."
Tino: "tara! Amuyin natin yung kilikili ni dyan!"
(tino, KC and kimnar glides forward, eventually ending up being at dyan's back, sniffing her armpits.)
Nar: "mabango yung kanya! Walang amoy!"
KC: (laughs) "amuyin din natin yung kay ate marian!"

2. Submitted an uncolored diagram of my opinion between "Evolution" and "Creationism" to miss buen that looked like it had been sketched for only a minute or three...

3. ... and crossed my fingers and swore to flay her alive if she ever reprimands me for it.

4. Began to love Physics and appreciated more of ms. Lovely's "prefiksis" and "akostiks".

5. initiated talks on French-kissing.

6. worshipped significant figures

7. went to mcdonald's at tomas morato with gx (kuya, chin, joyce, dana t., price and Jocelyn)

8. prayed that joyce won't beat the living hell out of us after what happened...

9. hanged out at joyce's while watching an irritable anime

10. got sick and had coughs and colds

FRUITCAKE. Eraserheads.

There's a fruitcake for everybody
There's a fruitcake for everyone
There are b-sides to every story
If you decide to have some fun

Take a bite
It's alright
There's some brandy and star margarine to make it bright
Take a bite
It's alright
A little lovin' and some fruit to bake
Life is a piece of cake

It's the season for being happy
But the reason is dead and gone
If the reason for being happy
Takes a backseat when the season's done

Just take a bite
It's alright
Taste the taste that sent all mothers giggling in sheer delight
Take a bite
It's alright
A little lovin and some fruit to bake
Life is a piece of cake

Everybody, everywhere people do you really care
Christmas time has once again arrived
Everybody, everywhere people do you really care
Christmas time has once again arrived

Mistletoe and a little snow
But we don't get it there at fruitcake heights
Mistletoe and a little snow
But we don't get it there at fruitcake heights

Stars are falling down from heaven
But it's nowhere near our town
Miracles are falling down from heaven
But it's nowhere near our town

There's a fruitcake in everybody
There's a fruitcake in everyone
There are b-sides to every story
If you decide to have some fun

Just take a bite
It's alright
Taste the taste that sent all mothers giggling in sheer delight
Take a bite
It's alright
A little lovin and some fruit to bake
Life is a piece of cake.

the generic generator @ 5:25 PM

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