New artwork! Huzzah!XD Did this last week straight in Photoshop.:DD

I'm back in Manila. I have traveled five hundred kilometers and twelve hours (the bus whizzing at the snail speed of 5 kph o_0) from the mountainous regions of Cagayan which is apparently a valley, to put, surrounded by mountains, that. Hum, 3am. I have an exam at 10am - 12nn for the transferee subjects accreditation tiddlyfarts which I shall BOMB and BARF ON for I haven't slept, eaten, shitted, rested, etcetera, the requisites to EXCELL and SURPASS another two-hour drudgery of onerous useless academic rigmarole afterwhich I shall have to pack my stuff yet again and travel another twelve-hour bumpy sinuous ride to the bundoks all the way schussing down the valley. Haven't bounced back from all the booze and pot intoxication from yesternight. My ex's birthday!XD Happy happy heaven! (Not the sight of me ex, but of the inebriants and diuretics and lahs and everything.) Great to be a bit wild for a few days after all the pagod sa hinayuuuuuuuuuupak na kaaral like so pare I'm sounding like a conyo na. Duh.

Haaaaaaaaaay Macoy, ang taba taba mo na.XP

Still have the dregs of vomit dried on me shirt from yesternight. Geez. I stink. YIIIIIIICK.

I hate the world. I hate myself. I hate the internet. If I get ran over by a truck right now I wouldn't even mind.:D Life is absurd because I am absurd and the ego itself is but the reflection of our perceptions of that mysteriously unfathomable thing called life. I used to have a life, you know. (Yadayada, too much idle piffles; no granted action.) Now I just SUCK. (Suck what?o_0) Because my thinking patterns suck. Because I let the world take over, manipulate, my brain. And my brain simply filters the world rather dormantly... because I used to smile a lot, talk a lot, laugh a lot, take over things, control, organize, manage people and organizations and such spiffies. I used to be a leader, with optimism and drive and guts and character and all other stuff that'd grant me to be a potential president of the Philippines.XP Now I'm just BLAH. And no matter how much marijuana I pump into my system to get all them hallucinative euphoria I'd still be the same old ZOMBIE after blinking my eyes open.

I am not insecure. I am not an introvert. I am not a writer, even. I don't belong in the cyberspace. But neither am I an extrovert; nor do I belong some place else. Neither am I a zombie nor a human being for zombies have their own colonies and humans have their own cliques. And me, I am alone. Because I prefer to be detached. From everything. Just as I have accomplished detaching myself from my past. Not just because I am terminally oblivious, mind, I am innately forgetful. I don't know my past and I don't know where I am going as I am stuck in the spectrum of time here in the conscious strata of the now. I am the walking, breathing personification of contrariwise contradictions.

WTF is wrong with me??

I. Am. Depreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssed. Behind this happy face.:D

Portmanteau of the day: (as if I have portmanteaus everyday to begin with) ignoranus = someone who is both a dumbass and an asshole.

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