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This one’s short and simple: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH STELLAR!!! ^^
THANKS FOR ANOTHER MONTH OF LOVE!!! ^^
After some time of no internet connections, no crystalline clear thoughts and pure days of unwanted boredom, I mister pure energy (At least that was our maid who keeps on calling me that because of my “Haircut” but whaddaya care anyway!!??) Symonne Torres is back at his blah blah blah blah blah blog!!!
Yep!!! Imagine I keep my fans waiting for this highly awaited release of this certain post. Sorry for my cultish followers out there, alas! Your long wait has finally come to an end. To a certain extent, I feel like apologizing because my train of thoughts isn’t allowing me to write a specific subject that’ll tickle your taste buds and arouse not only your curiosity but perhaps your interests as well. Thus, this irrational event made me conclude that I should introduce myself because of the unwanted semi-resignation I have committed. Might you ask “Who is this Symonne Person anyway” or maybe “Do I know you and why do I keep on reading this sh*t you son of a ****!!!!” The answer to the first question is simple; however I cannot or will not answer the second quarry because of the foul wordings and absurd/fetid use of adjectives that I have formulated myself. My name is Symonne, Theodore Symonne A. Torres. I grew up (unknowingly till today) at Antipolo, a considered city in the wonderful archipelago known as
Philippines. I don’t know when, where, why or how did my parents made my reality possible but I was born at the 26th of February way back at 1991. I was born normal, normal than anyone else in this world and that made me uniquely one of a kind, so that means I’m not normal because being uniquely one of a kind is not normal and being not normal means abnormal so that means I’m abnormal. “Whatever” I say!!! When I was just a baby my parents always…This part bores me a lot so pardom me for the sudden time skip…After 16 years of trials, hardship, sacrifices and cholesterol overtake, I was left sitting here inside my parents’ room, typing this anti-boredom post, looking for a solution for this nasty itch that my b*tt has brought about and creating light for the sake of my eyes (WHO THE HELL TURNED OF THE GODAMNED LIGHT!!!???)
Anyway, might you be interested at my adventures and adventures better read it here folks. Again, some shared lights and insights can be found here, at my blog. After all, this is my daily reflection and solicitude for daily routines this life has given. A cornucopia of fantasy, a wild idea, a swashbuckling attitude, an escape from the humdrum and the prosaic. It’s a serendipitous feast for the mind, the eye and the imagination. It has a spirit you can almost feel, a sense that every cosmic citizen is an equal among equals as we share the fun and the foibles together. Finally, this blog is a gleaming tribute to our (or my) love of satire and excitement, a literate celebration of unbridled creativity coupled with a touch of rebellion and an insolent desire to spit in the eye of the dragon. Or, to put it another way, if there were no blogs (such as mine), we’d have to invent it! Hey, come to think of it, we already did!!!
Cheers!!!
Absilio Mundus…
It’s not easy for a fresh high school graduate to scavenge out for the school that will fit their desires the most. But in my case, I’m afraid that the sentence mentioned above was also my preference. Even with my parentage, the hunt wasn’t fun nor was it tranquil to the butt. We made it just in time, eight and a pinch of thirty. We stroll down the stairs and entered the gates of my soon to be school (drum roll please)………….St. Paul. The gate of it was guarded, of course, by some guard of security but we managed to get in because of my clean will to enroll there and some bribery.
We then found ourselves inside this small porcelain drenched room where we sit and I let someone check my physique. I believe my height was 5 feet and counting as my weight was unknown. The spokesperson of that house gave me orders for me to comply. I should sit inside the clinic and wait for my doom (actually, wait for my check-up…school requirements of some sort). The doctor shouted my name which was really unnecessary because I was exactly 6 inches away from her (Damn you). Still, my ears were ringing and jumping and shouting “DAMN YOU!” to that doctor. Even though my ears hurt because of the unnecessary actions by that doctor, I still went inside her clinic and undressed myself to fit her biddings (DAMN YOU, YOU PEDOPHILE FREAK!!! XD).
At this point, I prepared myself for a first blood match (Interview session with someone whom I don’t know.) And by the way, first one whose nose bled loses the game. Fortunately, I survived and reigned supreme (as always) at the end of this so called “interview”. Look at the face of that sucker. *Insert evil laughs here*
As I watch everything carefully, I noticed that this school contains different girls of shapes and sizes. Some girls wear pink, but some wore blue. Some were alive and beautiful, some were dead gorgeous. Some made me dazzled, some were drizzled and dribbled. Some were girly, some were boyish. Some can be classified as “Kikay”, while some can be classified as “Nerd”. Whatever their classification, family, genus, type or species, the point is,
St. Paul has a crap-load of ladies (Which is very freaky and somewhat scary). Where are the other male prototypes??? I don’t care….
And then we strolled back home….
Ces’t La Vie…
Well the title said it all…
Ces’t La Vie…
The seventh day of April was called “Black” because of the people who celebrate this so called “Holy week”. What’s so holy about black anyway? And is Friday really that dark to be called “Black”? Well for me, I’ll just stay here and enjoy the festive atmosphere in my sleep-deprived state.
Morning came and my cell phone was flooded by some messages that were sent by some good Samaritans. I enjoyed the morning greetings so on and so forth but my morning isn’t complete without my….
MOOON!!!!
Yes, that should be momster yelling my name…And that should be my everyday wake-up call…
Breakfast is ready!!!
I know…
So I went downstairs to eat the first meal of the day…Anyhow, I’m noticing that I’ve got this blank, empty and bare face everyday… I don’t know why but recently I’m not interested in doing anything rather than to sit and chill my lungs out…I’m not in the mood to do anything….
When will you clean your room???
Never…perhaps…
I’m asking you something…Why won’t you answer me???
I’m too lazy and maybe because it’s too early for you to ask that annoying question…
26.T> I’m going up now….
Silence then followed. I headed up in my room and I look down to my cell phone to see the people who love me from the not…Well, they’re many alright…
26.T> Don’t you people know how to knock???We will go to the hospitalThen Go…Leave me alone….26.T> is that so??? Samir will finally get circumcised?Yes26.T> Good luck to him…
After some time they made it back home and managed to disturb my hibernation…Let me guess…They want to enslave me again…
I’ll give you the papers that you should compute. Now you know the feeling of having a job…
Why should I know? It’s your work not mine… I should be credit for this not you…your monthly salary should be given to me…So I gave my father a “Passive” face just so he knows that I’m not amused by his deeds…
The moment of complete silence came…My father left then left…Maybe because he can’t bear the silence or maybe he just can’t bare my “Passive” treatment…
Mon!!!
Aha! That’s my mother crying out wolf!
Go but some medicine for your brother and…oh…also buy siomai. 75 pesos would do.
I say Freedom!!! Freedom!!!
26.T> Bye…
I don’t have any choice left so I nourished their whims. As I walk by the road towards Mercury (The drug Store) I noticed some girls were looking at me smiling and they were having this disturbing look (And by the way they were nowhere pretty). I was disturbed, shocked, petrified and probably traumatized by their unwanted attention. Maybe they have a fetish for a boy who’s wearing a baseball cap and wearing this “Passive Face”??? Who cares???
26.T> M-Miss can I get 11 pieces of this medicine and 4 pieces for this one???Me being nervous. And I’ve got 500 pesos for this…Sure. That’ll be 300 pesosGreat!!! Don’t worry momster. The change is mine!!!26.T> ThanksYou’re welcome.So walking it was. The job was done, now I’m headed to the home of the great dimsums,SIOMAI HOUSE.
26.T> M-Miss I’ll buy 75 pesos for thoseWill you buy this one or that blah blah blahI said I’m gonna buy that blah blah blahGreat. A fight between two old geezers. I’ll bet this one to” miss siomai house”.What will you buy kid??I’ve already said it to you a couple of time but you didn’t heard because you were busy killing that old hag like yourself. And don’t call me “kid” either.26.T> 75 pesos of siomai please.Ok, here you go.26.T> Thanks.
How I wish Antipolo didn’t have this funky curves and roads and ups and downs. I’m getting exhausted walking already. Wait, I can ride a tricycle, right???
The scenery as I was walking.
People staring at you not because I still have my baseball cap, not because I’m still wearing my “Passive face” and not because I’m really really hot. It’s because I’m holding two plastic bags which contains Siomai house’s™ own siomai and Chowking’s™ best Spareribs. Yummy treats for hungry hippos. Well, I’m back at our house and my mother is really itching to yell at me…
Ces’t La Vie…
It’s this substandard private amusement house on the intersection between Primavera and Cottonwoods. Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing. 28 was the start then 29 was the end, was it? March was the month and 2007 was the year, was it?And I believe this might call for a proper introduction, a farewell party was formulated by some of the concerned natives of the previous IV-Wisdom. The above mentioned place was the venue, and it was the venue. To start off, two-O’-clock pi-em was our little formation time. But what do you expect from these natives? Of course all of em’ are Filipinos so they follow their own Filipino time. So the supposedly three-O’-clock was turned into six-O’-clock pi-em. A good start for a good days wait. The outmaneuvered march was then headed to the pool-full house. We play through the pool and eat this new breed of pasta that was gladly formulated by Winnie. So maybe I can call it Winnie’s spag™? What do you think?
The sad part was when my beloved stellar had left the building because of her over-protective parents. It was ten by then. But, she promised me that she will be back after the moonlighting was done. It made my heart ease by a little bit. And easing it was that hard; a little conversation with my subordinates tackling about the love and lights of the rat was a little refreshing. Though the tingle goodness of Jeff didn’t quite reached the peak of the “I’ve been dying to reach you” drama of Benedict’s newly found hairstyle. So far, no new news had been driving through our skulls about that relationship of the intermingling CZTAR so we do hope for the best, or hoping for the best. It seems that my curiousness has been unleashed so I decided to head outside to watch some “not so like threesome not like porno scene…” Actually, the fun begins when I saw AJ (or Empi boy) smash his head through the cooler. This gave him a blood bathed body or blood bathed nose, more likely. It’s pretty obvious that this “AJ” is officially drunk. From that time on he’s been drinking a couple of bottle of formaldehyde-like brandy and a couple more of grape juice. He’s even drinking the water from the swimming pool. As I was watching him wreck havoc throughout the house, I noticed that he keeps on apologizing to us because he insisted that it was his first time drinking strong alcoholic liquor and that he cannot maintain his focus. Speaking of maintaining once self, Carlo, our beloved pet monkey, can’t maintain his balance because of, you’ve guess it right, liquor. He slipped and splattered and stumbled upon many studio obstacles. Then the right time came, He gave us all a warm vomit bath. Just like Irwin did, a warm vomit bath for himself. Pretty selfish huh? By the way, The J team (composed of Jeff and Josh) finally got it. They tasted the tang of the dreaded liquor. Good job guys!
More have been done and more have been seen but due to some languidness and finger aches I cannot continue this post any longer. To give you a good finale a little imagination would do. Imagine this “Party animals forming an indecent party using kitchen knives”
Ces’t La Vie….
Oh yeah one more thing.
Drink Moderately..
It was the first…It wasn’t the second…Nor the third…But the first…First in Line…First in Time…First in everything…And Anyone Else…In Between…First in rank…First in this Blank…First in something…First placer…First digger…First … It…Was…My First…Date…With….Her…
HAPPY MONTHSARY MY STELLAR!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! Love and Lights…..28/26
So, our graduation is finally over. Tears stormed our shoulders throughout the whole lacklustre process. Everybody took the same path and took the same blue tome. The Tome actually contains disturbing images of which our innocent faces were turned into monstrous abyss of handsomeness. This force us to laugh at each others over whitened, over fattened faces. But a little laugh wouldn’t hurt since sadness enveloped the entire arena floor. Decided are we (ARBT) to spice the mighty “GRADUATION DAY”. We (The undying ARBT) hunted down some glitches and inaccuracies for that specific night. First stop, Mr Birthday boy’s mischievous microphone. The guest speaker, or Birthday boy as we address him, can’t discuss the farts from his brain due to some technical difficulties. His microphone doesn’t make his voice louder when he tackles the most important scenario of his life. This made me conclude that his microphone wants him to sit down and shut-up, and auspiciously, I agree with his like MIC. Second disturbance, Grandma’s synonymous redundancy. Since the time that our beloved grandmother took everybody’s by speaking about her farewell to everyone (Duh! She’s our Valedictorian), we (The awesome ARBT) noticed that she had been using different shapes of words in her sentences but has the same meaning. A good example would be, “Our house is our abode.” See the difference??? No offence. Chillax if you will. What next? Well, after the graduation, I drown myself by watching many “desu” anime (“desu” means underground). First was Bleach, which was f*cking awesome (though it’s not that “desu) then Ichi the killer, which was f*cking awesome, and lastly “The melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya” which was rather f*cking awesome. Maybe I should change the title of this post to “Awesome F*cking”???? Nah! From that anime-sausage fest, I have learned many tricks and treats like the word “Beamu” which is directly translated as “Beam”. This word was used frequently in the anime “The Melancholy of blah blah blah (too long to type, or should I say too lazy to type)”. They refer the powers of Mikuru Asahina (One of the main characters) as Mikuru Beamu or Mikuru Beam in English. So far this Mikuru beam or Mikuru Beamu has nothing to do with whatever reason that I’m posting this in my blog. I’m just fascinated by her funny gestures and gesticulations. Hence, let me type this once and for all!!!
DON’T MAKE MIKURU CRY!
M-M-M-MIKURU BEAMU! (Ces’t La Vie)
Strike out Saturday, events just fills up my schedule in our calendar. Sir Dodi’s invitation is up first. He requested us to go to his domicile to eat our hearts out and probably hang-out with him until the sun won’t shine no more. This grand manifestation of Mr. Coronado was altered by my parent’s indecisions. They didn’t want me to go to this festival of rats and cheese. They insisted that our family’s bonding is more important than these festivities of which I spoke of. So whether it’s a deal or a no deal I have no choice but to grant their humanly whim. We then went to SM™ to fetch some nourishment. We demolished everything out of our paths and my little devilish brother was then scolded by one of the sales lady because of his ignorance. He went from crazy to obnoxious to pathetic to lame to quiet. I, of course, was laughing my thalamus out because of that incident. A very funny scenario there. And that sentence before this sentence was actually considered a fragment and my P.C thought that I should consider revising it.
After 6 hours of non-stop shoplifting shopping, we then decided to go home and call it a day. The simple routine goes, we headed to a vehicle in hopes of returning home and sit there and wait. While we were waiting for that escapade to be full, I was thinking about what I’ve been seeing as we walk the paths of the Mall all Mega. I was having a difficult time ignoring the reality of my current being. All I saw from the there was lovers holding each others hands and waists. Well, you may have guessed it right that I was probably avoiding having a glimpse of those said lovers because this wishful thinking of mine was bursting out of my brain. I was saying “If only she was here” or “If only I can be with her right now…” and “I wish my stellar was just here..” as I travel through the guarded exit doors. Oh how I wish…. Then after just this, it all comes falling apart. A realization has just been made by my compacted head muscle because of this. Sir Dodi will kill me for not going in his house!!!! I’m a dead meat ladies and gents….
Ces’t La Vie….
Weekdays pretty boring. Not much to do except cram and procrastinate for my projects that are undone. Mr. Rolly’s agenda was nearly finished, Mang C’s given spectrum was not even started yet and so on from so forth…. However, my Saturday was intereting because of my damsel, Gelline. She called me and we shared some ideas and whatnots about the ongoing in this little atmosphere of ours. We ponder and talked about something and reminisced about the past feuds and fidelities that has happened to us… Because of that I have realized many things that are lingering in my mind right now and I’m still confused about some of these things too…
- My Investigatory project is a piece of cr@p…
- I hate computations.
- My blog needs updating
- Sobrang miss ko na yung asawa ko!
- I’m haunted…
- I’m hunted…
- I’m wanted…
- I need to take a bath early so that I would not cut a good phone talk…
- She loves chips…
- Mcdonald’s and other fast food outlets need exactly 32 minutes to deliver a breakfast…
- If I receive a death note, does it mean I’ll die???
- The quote “First Love never dies” is very untrue…
- “Love is sweeter the second time around…” Yup! I Agree to that one!!
- If P is Proposal then P = 4
- It all started in a hot summery day…
- Friends are forever…
- A bad person will be always hated…
- Plasticity is next to suffering… and more plasticity…
- Good guys finish last but bad guys never finish…
- The moon can share its light amongst other astral bodies and can also share its dark holes….
- Without money there is no DOTA…
- Anti-gravity it is when I’m with her….
- A jeep can be a heaven??? Not sure though…
- I need more practice.
- Practice makes perfect…
- My arms are too short to reach cottonwoods…
- Why is my nose bleeding??? Too much Electrostatics!!!
- I LOVE YOU WHATEVER HAPPENS!!!! (Pang ilan na yan!?? Hehehe)
So far so good. If I can comprehend with this stuff I might do things without worrying that I might break something or hurt someone… I’ll try it… Ces’t La Vie…..(Seriously, Pang ilan na yun?)
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