A lot of things have transpired in a span of less than two weeks, and it would very much nourish my hunger for pleasure to beam before the odds that I could just stuff them all in a single and evocative post.

But alas, with my grammar now totally decrepit and failing to be at its very best and with all the shit that have been succeeding to turn my innards inside out, producing a highly efficient entry now seems like consuming a bucket of nail polish along with six stale cinnamon rolls.

So, yeah. Shit first happened last Sunday, Christmas Day to be exact. The day when my cousins and I were supposed to be jumping up and about, lavishing our christmas cash to purchase the stuffs we've all been drooling at since last September. One would've gotten herself that new set of strings for her well taken cared of electric guitar. I would've gotten myself an orange skirt already, on the other hand. (if only I hadn't thought about it only now)

It's just too bad (and so sad, to say the least) that all that I ever got to waste that Christmas was the effing time that I had while perusing over a series of text messages my old man has on his well-off cell phone, and I am not talking about the usual "Hi there" and stuff. They were maliciously disconcerting messages from a certain lone ranger who I presume doesn't even take a bath more than twice or thrice a week. And what's worse was the fact that this has been around for quite some time now, lingering around like grubby air on a dumpsite.

To hell with you, you two-faced son of a smart ass, for no derogatory term would ever be fit to depict your uncanny idiocy. Stop acting like my brains are half mashed and get an effing life of your own. Go ahead and attempt to wreck somebody else's family or better yet, behead yourself and go dig your cranium a thousand leagues under the Pacific Ocean. This world's no place for a doofus like you.

The next "tedious" thing up is about this school year's impending promenade. Ting's got Pao, Jen's got this certain Chino, and I've heard that Price's now gonna have Jor for this February's event. I mean, come on. Give me a break. This prom's got to be one of the feasible most brilliant affairs of my high school subsistence. Call me stupid, but I'd rather spend it with someone whom I'm not really attached to for I highly presume that it'll be more agreeable that way.

Holy hell. I can't think of anyone whom I can invite to come over and beg to endure my monotony for one whole night. Kung bakit ba naman kasi ganito ang buhay...

... and Canal de la Reina has been getting the best of me these past few days, along with the impending book report on The Little Prince. And yes! Crime and Punishment. Seriously, man. It's not as easy as how it seems once I do a version of it. This is dullsville.

Well... I have to go. Sumasakit na ang mga daliri ko. Kung bakit pa kasi nahiwa kayo ng isang ligaw na kutsilyo sa kusina... (at kapag ako, naasar, IKAW ang isasama ko sa prom.)