I'm boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooored. Oh brother, mumsy's in the hospital right now. Her fifth chemotherapy. Err the last time I went home she was BALDING with stray hair scattered here and there; it was like, uh, a tree that's been hurled over by a hurricane and back leafless and brown and wrinkly and all that. (Crappy imagery, but me brain cells all have stopped multiplying after all the alcohol inebriation last week.) Let me repeat, I am boooooooooooooooored. I am so bored that I ate all the grocery items that I just bought--including the shampoo and toilet cleaner. I am so bored I cleaned the bathroom... with a toothbrush. (That don't sound all dramatic, but imagine me on all fours, face down two inches from the tiles, beads of sweat dripping from my armpits, my right hand violently scrubbing back and forth in between the highways of the tiles with a kiddie toothbrush plucked out from a toothpaste commercial. In closer inspection you'd see all the germs vacating screaming away from the grooves.XP And then there was the toilet. I cleaned it with me bare hands! (My koala hands!XD) And a sponge!XD It was ecstatic! I loved it!XD)

Hooooooooo. I swear this place is rotting. My room reeks of molds and rotting furniture and roach crap everywhere. (You know the little black spots of seemingly coagulated squid ink? They're roach droppings, nitch, and I have found them sometime peppered on my dinner before, but I care not to remember. Ignorance is bliss.XD EEWWW, now that I remember it, lemme just say what a delectable celestial feast it was. Roach crap, eeeewwwwwuh.)

And I am almost enrolled for the semester. Yay. Can't wait to hit school and fail and drop and get kicked out and go back to bumworld. Hohohoho, two years down the drain. Shyla and I been talking the same jigger. She dropped out of school to have her baby and I dropped out of school for no apparent reason, but in the little twinkling recesses of my memory I shall have to admit that it was because of depression and my nagging suicidal attempts to bomb myself and all the vermin that mourned with me in the dark, by the cold cold cold night.

I need a drink. UURGGHHH. Sobriety is so not me. I am siraulo. I am maingay. I am makulit. Lalo na pag lasing. And that is my true self. My soul emerges out of my body whenever I am drunk, and I just go high-dee-hoooo happy-happy carefree harum-scarum with all the troubles repressed in the pandora's box of my... orbicularis oris.XP Speaking of lips, I just remembered MAAAAAAAAAARKKK and his awesome voice, mygoooooolay, I am spinning like a spindle whenever he opens his mouth and wrigs his vocal chords, I swear he must be the male version of Little Mermaid singing on the seashore butt-naked entrancing all the gullible earth people nearby. He plays in a band called Priority One whose vocalist used to be my female bestfriend. Now they uglified from alternative to pop-rock. (I hate boy bands, but Priority One is an exception since Mark's innit!XD WAAAAAAAAAHHHH! And zee eyes and zee smile! WAAAAAAHHHH! (Ewan, baka lasing lang ako nun.XD)) Spent the whole afternoon daydreaming of him, hayhayhay. I sweeeeeeeeaaaaaarr ang ganda ng boses! Parang Josh Groban!XD Kiddeeeng. Lmao. Pang opera. But I swear just thinking of him and his smile and his cute little perforated dimples makes me feel as if I have just released ten thousand dragonflies in my stomach. (Dragonflies! Aye! The fire-breathing ones! With the flaring nose like that in the movie The Reign of Fire!) Could this be love? Infatuation? Lustation? As a matter of fact, no. Why, it's all in the brain of course! "Love" is but a chemical reaction signalled by an amphetamine-like drug called phenylethylamine kayaking in the nervous system and bloodstream together with its brothers dopamine and norepinephrine creating a romantic sensation of spontaneous cerebral explosions. Aye, everything has an explanation! So, what is love?? Love is... eeekkkk! Roach crap!

I am le booooo-hoooooooooo-hoooooooored. I swear I am stagnating here in the house. Someone! Kidnap me!

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