letter for....

life, I know you're out there. and if you dropped by this page, all the better. this is a letter for you, you damned (#$)@%*)$^$&^)))!*$&$ ass. I'm a good complainant and I wonder if you have any more wits to give to me, as a person, and you as a ... you know what I'm going to call you, right? Okay... like a government you're running, I have some points to complain about and suggest to you the proper shit ways to give us.

1.) mood: you know very well that this is the most destructive part of a human's life. One day a person's happy, the next time that certain person's bites on your skin HARD from anger. wow. life, conform to the most humanist treatment of this...

2.) weather: what the hell's gotten into you? It's nearing december, and the fucking weather is just TOASTING us. hey, have some logic, please. I can give you some koko crunch in exchange.

3.) stress: would you give us anti-eyebags, a device to stop time just to make us get proper resting time? thank you.

4.) annoying people: why, life, did you give us, humans, the capabilities to be annoying. you know, it's just all right to annoy, but not to be annoyed. it might result to many scary things such as slamming a sledgehammer to that person's head or just bite his cheek off. be practical, okay?

5.) religion: and why the heck have you constructed religion to make us bow down to the funny people and pretend that they're God? who the heck wanted to not eat beef in order to conform to the rules of their religion? oh stupidity.

6.) stupidity: thank you for this, though, I had so much fun.


okay, life... I hope you read this. and if not.

fuck the world then. haha.

toasted like a pig

hey. I'm new. So what? Anyway.

Have you ever felt like you're being toasted to the bones that you imagine yourself in an oven? If you want to experience it, you're very welcome to go here in the Philippines and have the experience of your life. Once the rays of sun hit your skin, it feels... BAD. I've been swimming twice a week, and this Friday, the sun was just out there, mocking us in our swimsuits and casting death threats on our dreams of having fair skin. And today me and my brother have to use the motorcycle to go to college campus, and I wore my sleeveless just for the sake of "proper tanning". Heck. If I wore something with sleeves, damn, I'll be like the human T-shirt. HEHEHEHE

anyhoo. bis bald. laters.