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November 30, 2006. No classes for the reason that there is a super storm coming in our doorsteps. Not much of a misadventures right??? Actually, this particular post isn’t about my episode for today, it is about a girl. Don’t get any wrong ideas, I’m not adoring this wh*re, the reason why I’m writing this post dedicated to her is for me to criticize her. Whether it will destroy her humanity or not, I don’t really give a damn. Let’s be rational shall we??? First of all, I have been hearing hearsays about her, all are…well..negative. She likes crapping out with the boys which is an indecent thing to do. For me, being indecent isn’t that bad as long as you know when you will do it or why will you do it. In fact, in our school, I am the master of indecency. You can see me publicly getting scolded by our beloved Lechon for indecent exposure of myself. Secondly, this “prostitute in the making” likes harassing everyone (Boys, in most cases) by using her knife like hands to scratch the crap out of our scalps; causing it to bleed internally and severely damage our Godforsaken brains. I don’t even know the reason why she always does that. Whatever the rationale of your deeds is, I’m sure everyone’s cursing you for that. Thirdly, the majority of the gentlemen in our classroom (and that includes me) have seen your unmentionables. Most of the Boys who haven’t seen a real, moving, breathing, naked flesh and is reading my blog will most likely say “What’s’ so bad about that??? You should be happy because you have spotted two wobbling grenades!!” Actually my fellow primates, I vomited after seeing that two inhumane objects of desire. Yes I admit, that was indeed my first time having a glimpse of that exposed girl’s future, but how I wish I didn’t approached Jeff so that I didn’t de-virginized my eyes. Unfortunately, I am not the only living manly creature who has seen those trivial belongings, Mr. Dyiele, Pork-boy and Enggrande Mono just to name some, have also witnessed that disgusting meatballs. This particular question lingered my brain after that incident, what the hell is wrong with you, man!!??? You almost destroyed my eyes there!!! Our classroom is not, I repeat, is not a girl’s comfort room!!! You should not change your lingerie under the teachers table!!! I know you know that many individual can see thru your soul when you change your undies because its class hour during that primal period and therefore we are all seating inside our humble abode, but still you have the ability to go “Burles”??? Considering half of the population of that individuals are boys!!!! You still have the guts to face us mano-amano. I’m not saying that the league of extraordinary gentlemen is naturally horny, but accidents do happen and ill-fortune just made us peep thru your *toot*. Fourth and the last complain, I recommend that this over the counter girl shows respect not only to others but also to herself. Pork-boy once mentioned to me that when he and tis girl was seatmates when they were second-year, she told my chubby friend her dirty little secret with no apparent reason (He didn’t even asked her to tell it to him). She told piggy that she doesn’t wear bra when she is in her habitat. Yeah, we are still talking about decency here. Nice huh?? Good thing Porky doesn’t give a damn about it too. But the fact that she’s telling to the whole world her erotic sensations is truly desecrating. That ain’t cool man. If I were you, I would shows some respect for me by keeping my mouth shut about these tantalizing matters. So there you go, four major reasons why I’m keeping my distance from this girl. You can’t blame me for thinking that she is a wh*re. For she have destroyed her own decency and humanity.
And oh, before I forget, can you do us (The league of extraordinary gentlemen.) all a favour, next time wear clothes.
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When six (6) bored suburban teenagers met up in the same conventional computer shop, things can change from a peaceful and quiet townhouse to a blood stained war zone. R3, “The Gamers Haven” (That’s just our opinion) is the place where murder and habitual verbal harassments happen. According to my inevitable computation, the possibility of being back stabbed and being raped is 99.5 stars out of 100 stars. For this petty little game called “DotA” is slowly ruining our cherished friendship. Though, I’m not sure if virulence and bitterness is slowly manifesting on someone’s mind. The team of “J’s” (Jepoi with a pinch of Joshing) is thoroughly anticipating every step that I take. Gamer’s intuition is striking me with its wrathful wrath of the food gods (Nuts and Siopao). The dynamic duo was enraged by my blissful mouth. Words can really kill anyone even the invulnerable. Remember Achilles??? Even if he’s invulnerable, he was killed by Paris of Troy by hitting him in he’s ankle with a bow and a poisoned arrow. That is rather the situation between me and the food buddies. They are Achilles and I’m Orlando Bloom holding and pointing my bow of accuracy to them, while my voice is the arrow that pierces their most susceptible vital parts. Ouch!!! I have realized that my deeds and attitude towards them was undeniably melancholic. I don’t want to share vocation with the other rat packs, for their so called “SF” and “TF” are not worth the bucket. The friendship that is stored in our livers using amino acid is the epitome of excellence in terms of “Barkadahan”. Surely “The Cool Dudes”/ “ARBT” won’t die just because of that uncompromising game. I deeply apologize for the dire treatment I have given to the shock absorbers of the group. I’m so sorry dudes, don’t worry that will never happen again. I hope you will exonerate my inhumane actions.
Carlo on the other hand, is having fun playing while the gruesome threesome was killing each other’s bunghole. Whilst fighting, Mr. Engrande’ Mono is busy showing-off his crossover moves and turn-around jumpers. Stun, Dragon-Slave…..LAGUNA BLADE!!!! A deadly combo that was formulized and popularized by no other than Dyiele Mi Luana himself. Speaking of the devil, Mr. Luana insisted that I should somehow use a different approach to the ever lovely Slayerette. But his Kung-fu tips were a little often late. So there you go, E.T, the “I’m blind but not deaf” guy and the burning pussy hammered us bad. They have shown us the true meaning of the quote “It’s hammer time!!!”. A diminutive like Paquio and Morales…. It’s 1 all. Don’t worry guys; the gruesome threesome will have their revenge soon.
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It still lives on!!! The tremendously boring ACALITMUS still continues to wreck havoc in our pity little lives. 7 hours of endurance for the tormenting pain brought to us by tedious newscasters, 2 hours of excruciating twinge by just listening to the sound and voices of the domesticated primates with microphones and guitars. What a great day huh???? And that isn’t the end of it. A gargantuan pig b@stard made our C.O cry. We, as officers can’t let that insolent tubby get out of the scenario without being killed for what he had done to the future of C.A.T. I totally despise him for what he did.
Meanwhile as I was typing this post, I stumbled upon the website we all know as friendster. I opened my account and I tried to inspect some invigorating post. I search for some arousing titles in the bulletin board, and I found an interesting post about the 9/11 tragedy. It is a chain letter/message. This particular post change the way I view things from this birds-eye view. This post contains some substantiation that the tragedy was indeed destined to happen. At first, I wasn’t convinced by the evidences, but as I read between the letters and sentences, my hair raised and Goosebumps suddenly appeared. Then there was this “Try this out” section in the post. It says that if you write Q33 NY in Microsoft word and change its font size to 48 and alter its font type to wingding 1, you will get a disturbing message. And indeed it had worked!!! The symbol Q33 NY is the serial number of the plane that crushed the twin towers. AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! The message is intermingling with my brain!!!! No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway, this is the actual secret message from the Q33 NY thingy…
Q33 NY
I’m wondering why it is hard for me to understand the most important things in life. Like Love for instance, why must I do nothing while the being that I love is leisurely drifting away from me???? And how about my existence???? Am I that desperate to end this tormenting verve of mine??? Oh well, whatever, never mind… By the way, our school’s ACALITMUS is amazingly boring. I’m pretty disappointed with the battle of the brains thingy, it’s totally lame. Due to it’s time consuming lameness, me and my pals decided to have an opinion-based forum about the stupid fashion sense of our friendly neighbourhood critters. We criticize the color blinding costumes of Superman, Spiderman, Wonderwomen and even the bad A** villains. I know this topic is also kindda lame and old, but we can’t help but wonder why this villains and superheroes are dressed so stupidly. The topsy-tervy underwear of Superman, the web coming out of the butt of Spiderman, the stellar like thingy in the forehead of Wonderwoman and the baldness of Lex Luthor. All in all, we have concluded that anything in the comic universe is simply stupid. After taking about the stupidity of comics, Ma’am Delo (our beloved Principal) announced that we will have a 35 minutes lunch which was incongruous. 35 minutes is too darn short!!!! While the line in the cafeteria is too darn long!!!! How do you expect us to properly finish eating our lunch if the cafeteria is crowded by so many human beings!!!??? Fortunately, me and my pals managed to digest every single cell in our food which was really nice (Thank God). After our godforsaken lunch, we headed back to our lame ACALITMUS program royale. By the way, I was one of the contestants in the general information quiz bee (though we didn’t win the top prize). I was a little entertained by the sudden rush of questions. But still it’s lame. The following incidents aren’t that much important so I’ll skip it until the part where my Dawg Joshing is yearning for our ever loyal local computer shop host (or should I say hostess??) ate Jha Jha. I can’t blame him for his indecent exposure for public annihilation. I must admit, Ate Jha Jha is rather cute. Cute without The E will be Joshua’s fate if he doesn’t stop his affection. What a shame that his bride to be is already taken. Poor ol’ Joshua, he’s always waiting for that certain someone that won’t even come to him. But I understand you dude, that was also my fate a couple of decade ago. Who knows, maybe if destiny will agree with your addiction, you might caught ate Jha Jha’s heart. Who knows????
Yet another surprising twist of fate. My pal Carlo “Monkey boy” Fernando just ran out of luck. Everything was satisfactory for Carlo and his G.F. They went to the mall, have a date or something, they bought gifts for one another, they share the same cubicle when they are both taking a pee, you know, the usual couple thingy, but all of a sudden, his providence left his yet to be successful relationship. His girlfriend called it a quits. A break-up is indeed normal, Yes!!! That’s perfectly true… But for little Carlito, it means the annihilation of the whole freakin’ world!!! I pity him, for he fell in-love (I over use this word to much) with a deceitful puppet mistress. Actually, Monkey Boy doesn’t even mind if he fell for the trap that was prepared by this cunning mistress, but the fact that she called our chimp “Stupid” because he fell in-love with her is rather nasty. I must admit, I was a little furious when I heard that this particular mongrel is just f*cking up with our pet, Oh!!! Pardon me, I meant comrade. Well anyway, her intentions were made clear when she said that it’s over. She’s just playing with her puppet, and when she’s finally done playing with it, she’ll simply throw it in her toy box. I was simply disappointed with this girl. If ever Carlo’s ex-G.F is reading this, look and read my message for you very very carefully: Have you lost your freakin’ mind!!!??? C’mon!!! I know, Carlo may turn into a sick, little, insolent b*astard sometimes, but it’s rather dim-witted of you to just dump his b*tt without any reason… I admit, (though it’s hard for me to do so..) Carlo didn’t cheat on you, he loved you with all of his heart (including his thalamus), and he didn’t turn the other cheek on you. How can you let someone that honest let slip through your fingers??? But anyhow, that’s just my opinion… And as for Carlo. Dude, I know it’s hard for you to move on. I remember the time when you told me that there is no such thing as moving on, but you have to accept the fact that she doesn’t love you anymore. After all, you are well known as the “Crush ng clasrroms” kindda guy *holding my mouth to stop the sudden rush of acidic eaten supper* so why don’t you find another girl that will quench your thirst for meaningful relationship.
In conclusion, Girls are just simply hard to understand. They can be a major pain in the spinal chord. Why do they always think that boys are just things that they can throw any day they want???? That’s absurd!!!! Look at us boys, always suffering in the end. Don’t you have any conscience? You girls should be ashamed of yourselves (Actually, not all of em’). Ok, enough about that, I’m pretty worn off because of that 02 jam session, so maybe I should get some shut-eye… BB….
I’m quite surprised that my fellow dread head “Ferry”, as I call him, is somewhat curious about my unfortunate twist of fate. He was hesitant at first, but he finally asked me who the hell are those lass that had been running through my peculiar brain for months… ill-fated, I didn’t answer his question (Of course!!! I’m playing it safe…). So I let the question remain in his psyche… I hope irony is burning him…Anyway, Thanks Astrid, for slipping me some tips here and there. I really need guidance you know. I’m new in this industry thingy, so it’s kinnda ripping me into pieces. Thanks again!!! Now, for those people who are reading this and in any way interested in helping me fix this glitch, you are absolutely free from giving me some neat strategy guide on how I can stop falling in-love (Oh My God!!!!!!!! Did I just typed “Falling in-Love”!!!???) with two girls…. Again, your help will be deeply appreciated and don’t expect me to give you a crown or something for your help….
Oh, nothing really…I just finished reading the article about Marilyn Monroe’s death (which is kindda mysterious for me). They say that she died because of excessive use of sleeping pills, but the question is why she was holding tightly a telephone while its cord was strangled in her arm??? And why did she crumple a piece of paper with the phone number of John F. Kennedy written into it???? I guess she was murdered or assassinated… That I’ll never know…Anyhow, I can say that insights and questions came rushing into my head like a speeding bullet (almost killing me in the process). I was thinking about giving-up my heart’s whim… For this certain instance, I’ll try to use my brain for me to annihilate this baffling feeling…. I can’t go back to that feeling again cuz’ now things are a little messed up…Here’s the situation, (Hmmm… I think I’ve seen this before?? Does “Astrid” ring a bell??? Hihihihi…) I’m digging this certain chick, but she’s digging someone (Not sure, though). Then here comes the pain, stealing my heart, choking me up into this undying void…. She stole my pumping blood pumper… Now here I am, digging both of these chicks… Did you get my point??? So, for the sake of those people who know what I’m trying to point out, here’s my question (you can freely answer me by: a. speaking to me and spilling out your answers. b. E-mail your answers at pilosopo_tasyo26@yahoo.com or Sigmund_fraud26@yahoo.com or Bertong_sisiw26@yahoo.com. Or c. put your answers at my comment box, easy eh???) When will I stop digging them???? Will I be buried alive???? If you know the answer, by all means send it right away… Your help will be pretty much appreciated (No, I will not give you a crown or a medal for your help…) Thank you…….
On this page you see a little girl giggling at a hippopotamus. I wonder why? Turn the page, thank you! “Don’t say things that hurt others,” said the Cat, “like, Isn’t that hippo fat? Or shout, “Hyena, I hate you!” I found a sound in the house one day. If someone lost it, I’ll give it away! This sound I found said, “This sound belongs to a Pot! Pot!” The magic medicine worked!
I’d like to close my eyes and go numb
But there’s a cold wind coming from
the top of the highest high-rise today.
It’s not a breeze cause’ it blows hard.
Yes, and it wants me to discard the humanity
I know
watch the warmth blow away….
Do you think I should adhere to that pressing new frontier? And leave in my a trail of fear? Or should I hold my head up high and throw a wrench and spokes by leaving the air behind me clear?
Don’t let the world bring you down
Not everyone here is that f*cked up and cold
Remember why you came
And while you’re alive
Experience the warmth before you grow old….
Say it ain't so...