one thing's for sure, the words "crappy" and "sh*t" will reverberate on the walls of up manila.

nature called right in the middle of my review classes, and i have to heed its call. i had to walk out of the physics session and commute straight home. it wasn't the most comfortable ride, i tell you.

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i'm getting this weird vibe from the streetlamps. it's not their lights. it's something so obvious and mysterious at the same time. it is gradually filling me with doubt. i can't help but laugh at it. i'm unsure if i should be doing that, but i heard there were neon lights around the bend. better to look at.

weather has been one big bitch. my day off from school is so unlike what i expected it to be. what with all the black out and the boredom that follows, i'm glad i made my way out - still sane.

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wait, milenyo's supposed to be a guy, right? that bitch. 

all i care about right now is the tropical depression that is nothing close to depressing.      so yeah, no classes tomorrow! 

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ungrateful critters spawn before my eyes. tick-tock. they're all over me.

the saddest thing is when they are the people you count on and have a positive impression that they understand you, but the stark reality is they're just bluffing. when you come face to face with them in the harshest and tightest of setting, they reveal how superficial your nature affects them.

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i guess the earth was not ready for me to step on it.

i remember writing this when i was still up on the hills: "after much thought, i finally arrived at a decision. i'm going to create a new world order. that's right. be not surprised if one day i knock at your door and ask you to surrender all of your bleach and cholesterol, i'm just ridding you of obsessive compulsion and heart attacks. and by that glorious act, you'll never be in love again."

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today's mushy. at mcdo. yah.

their night at the lounge is particularly bright. there are unusually many stars. the waters rise higher towards the moon too.

    "well, it depends on how you will hand it to me," the man in leather broke the silence and positioned himself, "if you decide to hand the bottle to me very courteously then i might just wrap it up and give it to my niece.

    the gray-haired man stopped scrutinizing his toe and started rubbing his chin. he yawned and asked "what if i won't hand it to you and make you get it by yourself?"
    "that won't happen, i'd make you hand it to me."
    "what if i wont?"
    "oh, i'll make you. forcibly."
    "i see. i see."

    the man in leather suddenly stood up and jumped a few times. "can't feel my legs." he stopped and looked at the man he was with. " so are you going to hand that to me?"
    the gray haired man, still rubbing his chin answered "not yet! i'm thinking  of a way to hand it to you properly."  
    the man in leather felt a sudden surge of excitement. "wait, did i ever tell you that i'm color blind?"
    "yeah, yeah. just sit down. it's emerald green by the way."

   he sank back into his seat, took out a lighter from his pocket and lit a half-consumed cigarette from the ash tray. he began making dragons in the air. the gray-haired man enjoyed watching them dance.  
    "what if i handed you the bottle very rudely?" the gray-haired man wrinkled his face in inquiry.
    "hmm. i might pour beer into it and drink on it."  
an awful breeze blew to where the gray-haired man was seated.

everything went red.

the following day, a little boy went looking for his daddy. he looked 'neath the table and inside the cabinet until he went into the lounge. he saw his daddy lying on the floor with a broken emerald green bottle stabbed through his stomach.  there was blood all over. the little boy gazed at his toe, rubbed his chin and whispered, "are you sure you want to drink on this?"

                                                 ~nix~61906
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i am not my self today. that stubborn saturn.