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Reminiscing the extra curricular activities yesterday, I came to an insight that people tend to turn into a mindless cannibal wh*res if their whims are not fetche’d in an instant…Misfortune hits my cerebellum into a slobbering state, because their hibernating grounds is in the spot which I came to protect… The venue??? Sumulong park…The event??? Southridge private high school silver anniversary (Or is it MGMGS??? HEH!! Waddahell… Who cares!!??)… The reason??? I was assigned to defend the collapsing cell like gate from the entire intruding make up artist who sworn to make the faces of all uglies errr.. I mean beauties more enhanced…Why would I risk my precious life just for the sake of that brainless variety show??? Cause’ I’m a mighty C.A.T officer that avowed to annihilate everyone who threatens to destroy the honour of my beloved wasteland O’ learning….Why would you care??? I don’t know (Perhaps you’re a little interested??? hihihi)…Anyhow, besides the fact that I could be eaten alive by those hungry homosexual ape-like moving face enhancers, I didn’t let them pass me by. I’m a great or am I GREAT???? Just joking…. Kidding aside, I was proud because I survived that cannibal rush… It didn’t even cross my mind that people can act very animalistic or very rude; shouting, yelling, cursing and they even slap me silly in the face… I simply hate what happened to me in the recent past…heh…whatever… I’m sure that those apes will soon learn their lessons (I hope), God bless em’…
Ahhhh, the good ol’ game of chess… A game that needs absolute concentration of the player in order to place the pieces correctly and eventually win. The game that my comrades always play (Hahaha!!!! YOU SUCK JOSH!!! Just kidding..). Unfortunately, I’m loosing the game that I’ve start… I can’t decide what move should I take…I can’t lose this one…. This is sooooooooooooooo confusing…. If I kill this piece I might loose my queen, if I move my queen I might lose this game… Stupid pawns that always stalks my queen!!!! Wait a darn second, what’s this??? I’ve got two freakin’
QUEENS!!!!!! How can that be ever possible!!??? Am I allowed to have two queens??? No??? God, that stinks!!! I wish I can keep them both… Oh!!! By the way, someone’s birthday is today. Her name is Beth and she is my biological mom. Give her a round of applause. Don’t get too drunk yet dude, wait for me… Anyway, back to the topic….So here I am, choosing (again and again and again and again….) what queen should I keep blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah you get the idea…*yawn* If I could only reach my inner self control and operate my astral incantation deep inside my brain, this wouldn’t possibly happen….Man, I think I should get my A** up and stop being a couch potato before I get 1,2,3….Check mate!!!
When I thought the issues between the “super friends” were bad, and then here they go proving me wrong…Another TORNED friendship state of affairs…Everybody wants to be heard, everybody wants their opinion to be believed, but that my ignorant friends (Sorry for the cruel words…) is the root of all your problems… True friends listens to each others insights and beliefs, true friends accepts each others judgments, true friends will stand at your side every time a quandary tests your endurance… “Pride”, this word will ruin your personal humanitarian self identity…So before that happens, I suggest that you love one another before its made illegal… Keep your pride gauge below your head cause’ that might eat your personality. Don’t be selfish, they’re your friends after all…Now I know why the quote “History repeats itself.” was made…. Gee, I never thought I’d say (or type) this again, but as I always say, stupid things really happen when you least expected it… Adios….
What was that supposed to be??? A token of appreciation??? I think not…Seeing the only definition I know written all over that manuscript makes my bones corrode… So now I get it… Everything is crystalline clear to me now… But, why????Did you do that deliberately so I can see every detail of it??? Huh??? My brain is so baffled up right now… Why???
What a great day!!! Besides from the unbelievably irritating sing from Mother Earth event where people were allowed to sing their thalamus out, I was able to unravel a few things from here and there. Kung-fu-ers, fanatical street surfers, Mpeg to 3G and Oversexed educator were some of the craziness school had offered. Still, the possibilities are endless…
Keeping aside the madness, its time to evoke the mysteries this industry had given…Confound? Yes it is, but that will not stop me from finishing what I’ve started. If I will not decipher these tangled noodles, my life would be TOTALED…Auspiciously; the answer is already in my hands, but the question still remains… Whom will I choose???
This is life…It’s far from over…
This morning, I was amazed because I did not wake up on the wrong side of my bed. Instead, a very brilliant aura surrounds thy muscles and bones. Enthusiastic and blissful, I decided to go to school, but that’s not the catch, I decided to go to school EARLY…Miracle it may seem, but all is reality. So there I was, doing my everyday house routine. Everything appears to be typical….until I get myself out of our humble domicile. Everything is so different, quite confusing but fascinating… I walk bravely on the path that divides me from the wasteland o’ learning, not knowing what to expect. The sidebar of the path were full of filthy yet educational sceneries, like uprooted trees, poop bloated diapers, maggot infested garbage bag, squashed frog with it’s intestines inside out, a dog inserting it’s manly signal into another dog’s precious part, so on and so forth… Because of the great spectacles I have seen while I’m on my way to school, my humanly understanding was out bursting. I hurriedly cross the crossroads knowing that my comrades will celebrate my “on time” appearance…So I did not spent another second, I walked fast and furious, but I noticed the Hindu version of Sam Milby yelling at me from the other side of the Trojan gate. I curiously approached him and questioned his mischievous actions. He then quoted “Oi Samson!!! Umowi ka na!!! walang pasok…” . Someone had yelled from the back of my brain and before I know it, I was also yelling the two letter word. NO!!!!!!! Why must they suspend the classes!!?? Why my effort must be thrown to the maggot infested garbage bag!!??? Why must he always call me SAMSON!!??? My name is not SAMSON!!! Its name is SYMONNE!!! Neither Samson nor Delilah, its SYMONNE!!!! I repeat, its SYMONNE (Say-mon)…D’ya get that!!??? Anyway, there’s nothing I can do about that so I started walking back to the path I used to walk and overcompensate to what had happened to me… But Hey!!! Look at the bright side; I’ve got my dad’s 100 bucks!!! Keep it surreal…
Aha!!! I have finally brought into being a time to post tis post…for so long I have craved and hungered to post sometin out of the ordinary, and this week is no exception…And I wish the words will just spill out of me without me really trying. After the delayed of classes due to the unforeseen circumstances brought to us by a falling ball of nebula (the “BAGYO” thingy) I was able to comprehend and develop a sense of understanding ‘bout what’s happenin in my existence. “Glad” is the word that will best describe the sentiment I have felt in those couple of days of dearth (and that was terribly nice, indeed!). Even the lack of electricity didn’t stop my bliss to overthrow my incompetent brain. But, I was so high, so high that I didn’t notice someTHING perhaps, is burying me 420 feet under. Hearing the bone-chilling toot from my selfown, I gladly pick it up and read the peace points message. I felt like a caged bird while reading every detail from my handy-dandy selfown. Shocked and terrorized, I slowly smear the sweat out of my pimple-free forehead and joyfully said “P*CHANG INA!!! AYOKO NA!!!! PAPAKAMATAY NA KO!!!”. Thanks to Damsel and Distress, (It’s a name) I have found out the reason why my subsistence is being cursed, with pins and needles, like voodoo dolls (or maybe I’m just exaggerating). Damsel and Distress had shown me the truth behind the whimpering battle between comrade and companion, thus crippling me to make any clever move that will satisfy thy hunger for successful and meaningful liaison. This is very crucial to me, for I have known very little of them…Fickle it may seem but I prefer it calling multidimensional (Tnx Mam YUAN!!! U made me remind this word!!!). Call it whatever you want, but my situation is so uncertain…Opt to choose between a star and the moon, and me as their sun in shining rays of light. It so hard to make a shift, I’m not that versatile as water; believe me, I wish I could be that fluid. Maybe some entertainment will suffice my head out of my state of affairs. Benedict has something planned for me myself and I. I fear for myself, but then again I have no choice, I need amusements. He guaranteed a gravyful site that will raise my orgasmatron into another state of calamity. And indeed it had worked!!! Cheers for you man!!! But in the end I promised myself I’d say something about this extremely homoerotic figure we all know as “tenen-tenen-tenen-ten-ten-ten EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!!! Guy”… Look at him, his half naked with a see-thru inside shirt and sexy boobies…Now is “Glad” the definition of my cheerful overwhelming condition??? Likely not… You decide…
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