I'm having my internet disconnected by the end of the month!XS Because. It's the evil succubus that's sucking the life out of me devouring an average of four hours a day of my time when I should doing something else for the benefit of the whole Filipino community.XP (Well I don't really want to shut the connection down. What I really need is... gobs of encouragement lashings!XD Lies would do! Come on motherfacker you can do it!XD) Blogging has been an everyday thing (or an every other day thing in some cases.XP Or an every other other day thing, understand.) and might I cut away the life support system that provides oxygen to my lungs (21% oxygen to be precise, 78% nitrogen, and the rest, fart gases.XD) and the psychological catharsis that helps me sleep amidst this severe insomnia, I wouldn't be as fucked up beyond all recognition to all the people whom I've intentionally left behind, and in brief time, have left and forgotten the little ol toad-spotted pigshit that I am. It's a sad life, really. But who gives a fuck.XD Do I even look like a people fucking person to you?? Huh?? Well I really am easy to get along with once people start worshiping me.XP

Frankly. If I have to wade through oceans of knives I would. Well. Whatever. Come what may.:D I'm sick of the internet anyway.:D

.......blame stumbleupon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!XX000

PACK IT.

Well...me mumsy's here. Her hair's growing gray (about 3.5 millimeters!XD) from the chemo and she's having another therapy at St. Lukes, radio therapy.

Me: Ano yung radio therapy?
Bro: Radio therapy. Makikinig ka lang ng radyo habang nagpapagaling.

My brother is so full of shit.

And the worse part is that I have to accompany my mum to and fro the hospital which means I have to fetch her forty minutes away from where I live, then spend another forty-minutes ushering her to St. Lukes, squat on a bench reading some trashy novel while she gets her bloody radiation therapy, then send her back to where she's staying, and flee back home. Bleargh.X0 I hate travelling, or whatever form of human activity that involves idleness, including, say, eating, sleeping, taking a bath, and all those requisite vacuities that bore the boogershits out of me.

And then I have this mortifying required book to read tonight, Toni Morrison's Beloved whose themes revolve around slavery, reincarnation, and whatnot, to which I won't even give a wink to read if my grades weren't plunging to hell. All them required books for the semester are just effing replete of bullshit--colonialism, orphan life, depressing feminism, supernatural, and all that crap--whose style of writing couldn't even rip my imagination into scenes of arrestingly hard-to-put-down classics, like, say, Frankenstein or The Inferno or The Odyssey. Sure, all of them been adorned with Nobel Prizes and Pulitzer Prizes and all that but for crying out loud aint it the leisure of reading itself oughta be the first criterion for a poignantly gripping book that should be moving the intellect and pathos from every reader?? All that's required in class are nothing but ennui. And then the context may come in to be scrutinized in all angles. For it seems, if it were the mere context that's all we need to embed into our dull little heads then why the hell can't we just watch the movie versions of the bloody thing?? Then everybody would be happy.XD That's the point of life! To be happy!XD YAY HAPPINESS! WOOHOO!XD

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