insanity of the lunatic
Saturday, November 8, 2008
just got home from the parlia training.rizal highschool is ENORMOUS! im jealooooous...went home alone. (managed not to get lost! yay!)actually, i was supposed to be there by 9 in the morning to take an exam (another of those sort-of-bar-exam) but my hyperacidity came into the scene and racked my composure bigtime... so, well, what could i do but stay at home.i phoned mam lacson and explained to her about the seemingly extreme contraction of my stomach muscles... then i asked her to tell sir manuel about that. and then i slept...around 11:30 i woke up to find out that the assault of acids in my stomach has finally receded. i took a bath, got dressed, and then i phoned mam lacson that im already fine.and off we went...so, how was the training...it would be extremely redundant to say that it was rigorous.oh, and on monday we are going to tackle about the philippine constitution...it's as if im taking up an additional class of political science/parliamentary law.the procedures are complicated, the technicalities are intricate...my arguments have to be compelling. (crap. i remembered my argument during our 2nd proceeding last thursday. that was a major crap.)what else is there to say?im not going to be in any class for the next two weeks.and that means a major cramming mode after.im really getting so damned pissed off with someone right now.he's supposed to support me in whatever endeavors i may have... he's supposed to enlighten me... he's supposed to give a damn...well, he's not.i actually dont care. ive been used to it. people may tell me that the only reason for his seemingly indifferent attitude is that he is not expressive by nature.i dont give a damn.what im getting so ticked off at this moment is that it's as if my endeavors are my faults!!and that is downright crappy.isnt he supposed to be proud of me?i mean, ive reached far and wide... ive been to places where not just everyone can go... ive done things that, i believe, should make him proud of me...apparently, he is not.whatever. all he knows is to blame, blame, blame...complain, complain, complain...curse, curse, curse...well, im going to give him a piece of my mind. not now. maybe sometimes in the near future.i want to tell him that not everything in this world revolves around him and his ideas.i want to tell him that not everything that he wants will be obtained.he is not the center of the universe, mind you.i am the captain of my ship and no one can command me to steer it the other way around.someone can try but im not going to acquiesce.i want to tell him that anger is a huge fire, blazing in its entirety, ready to engulf one's soul...hah! i could tell him that and wait for him to get angry. lol.he thinks he can get away with his chinese swearwords and all that.hah! you wish!i cant even see anything else that can make me like you. (except for the fact that my financial needs are taken care of)well, is that all? financial needs? then period, end of story? would that be all?that baritone voice is annoying and im sure that you are not aware of that.and then you're asking me why i go home late.except for the fact that im doing things that ought to make one's parent proud, (hah!) i prefer to be someplace else than be in close proximity with you.im griping. i feel contemptuous. that's for real.an entry about my dissent directed to a particular person is not unheard of in this blog. but that sort of entry is occasional.i was just frustrated, scornful... hateful...this is insane. to lighten things up, the ALMEDA TIMES is worth the trouble.we ought to make one. really make one, i mean.james silao is an expert in tabloid writing.angelo romasanta is a professional in... uh... double entendres and innuendos.the banner headline of the newsletter MUST change, though, on the ground of proper decorum and competent news topics.((it's not really my blogging style to post images in every entry. when deemed appropriate, an image would be posted...))
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