Monday, June 27, 2005
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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