just bitching around.

no, i won't even bother censoring the title. in this post, you will only be on two sides, and it's either on the "agree" side or on the "disagree" side.

first off

okay, i love the sembreak idea. no classes, no school, no canteen food (okay, i prefer the canteen food over most of what my mom cooks...sometimes), but oh no.

it started last monday during chem. sir lasap was making a list of things to do when we all read, IP: Preliminary Experiment. Progress report to be submitted Monday, November 8. i thought it was just that, and nothing else.

and then over the week the teachers begin flinging abnormal homeworks our way. and then i thought, this is all fagum's fault. this is all fagum's fault.
this is all fagum's fucking fault.

note: if you want to leave and quit reading, be my guest.

the progenitor

note #2: i will no longer hesitate to show any signs of pacifism. it's rants like these that gives this blog its purpose, and i will unleash it now. i sincerely do not give a damn whether the gay master himself who moonlights as our principal is actually reading this.

you, good madam, have been on my nerves for too long now. i go to yfc camp, hoping for a good time. but no, you just had to go there. i was on my toes, trying to avoid you. wait, let me rewind. last year, you snuck up on me in a supermarket. i was petrified by fear and i was staring at your teeth. i could not believe that this goody-goody principal of ours actually smoked. you, good lady, smoke, and it shows in your teeth.

anyway, you always spoiled our fun for us. you had the nerve to say in a rather annoying light-hearted tone that our break wasn't a break at all, but some scary mutation of home study. and you say that "it's not a break at all, since you will be given homework by your respective teachers." i wish you fall off a rollercoaster and break every bone in your body, because you're probably adopted and your parents don't even love you.

i know, i screwed that off of dodgeball.

i'll also somewhat rip carlito caribbean cool off when i say, i spit in the face of people who don't want to be straight.

now, back to making fun of people

"by the way, i heard you had an LQ with ms. T.H.E."
- Dravicky

honestly, you look like the virgin mother of J.P. Arcilla. you both look awfully ugly. you both awfully look like flies, but then cappy will be the ultimate parasite to ever walk the earth, so thank God you don't get that title, Mr. Arcilla. pack your stupid fly bags and go live in chettyville where you will drink choco marble or non-fat smoothies and eat dip-fried mini cookies or empanada for the rest of your sad life. or maybe some pizza with raisins.

note: i sincerely thank the people who are reading up to this point and not feeling offended with what i say.

chetty, i have no doubts as to why you are still single.

our love-hate relationship with mama

"mama" is not referring to my biological mother. "mama" is some sick sadistic bitch with a giant ass and a knack for making her underlings suffer. honestly, i think sir lasap is trapped in mama's spider web. to borrow the term from i-spy, papa has been booty-blinded.

sometimes, mama is just happy-go-lucky. she is sometimes light-hearted, and sometimes i feel she picks on me. i mean, come on. she likes to pick on me because she deems me as someone bound to break her rules, ever since that incident with the paper. well, guess what, you can't see me.

honestly. she picks on me. i don't say this just because i hate her.

i say it because i loathe her, and that abnormously gigantic ass.

okay, maybe you've had enough.

i'm going to stop here, and to those who've tolerated my words up top, i congratulate you.

and to those who are aforementioned above, i only have five words for you.

you can't see me, homie.

sure, you're up top, you're angry about it, but what are you gonna do? you don't host this space on your pathetic la salle network. you don't own this webspace. the point is, i can say whatever i want, and you can't do a thing about it. no, nothing. you can't do anything about it.

if you have a problem with it, you can take it up with me when i arrive at school. sisibatin ko kayo. now translate that into english, and you'll become familiar with it.

and now, my final sorry

to those who are not mentioned but affected, i'm really sorry because this is just mere pent-up aggression built up over time, over assemblies, over fagum saying "ok?" in his oh-so-gay tone, over the times where mama would just be so damn sadistic, over the times when authority seems to abuse their...uhh...authority.

please feel free to pacify me through your comments. i know you want to, and i'll appreciate it. ;)