D'Arvit

As a little intro, I’d like to share with you guys a song from The Bloodhound Gang called “Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo”. [Sidenote: I originally thought that the Bloodhound Gang's music genre falls along the techno-pop type--think Eiffel65--but after hearing this song while staying up late listening to NU 107.5 whilst burning my brains away studying for the Math17 finals (more on this topic later), well, it turns out that they also sound like a... ROCK band...]

Vulcanize the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet

Cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket

Batter dip the cranny ax
In the gut locker

Retrofit the pudding hatch
Ooh la la
With the boink swatter

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I brazillian wax poetic so pathetically
I don’t wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Marinate the nether rod
In the squish mitten

Power drill the yippee bog
With the dude piston

Pressure wash the quiver bone
In the bitch wrinkle

Cannonball the fiddle cove
Ooh la la
With the pork steeple

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I brazillian wax poetic so pathetically
I don’t wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where pronto

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UNFORTUNATE EVENT#1: P.E. BRUTALITY
Have I told you guys what PE course I’m taking up in UP Manila? Since we UPM freshies [eww, that term sounds like a brand of sanitary napkins! eww..] couldn’t choose our PE courses yet [damn!], my unfortunate block was assigned to be one of the several unfortunate students of *drumroll please* PE 2 Philippine Games. ["Philippine Games?! Philippine Games??!!," you say. "BLASPHEMY!!!"]
We had our totally CRAPPY “FINALS” [translate: a TOTALLY CRAPPY gathering of ALL the totally CRAPPY PE 2 Phil Games "professors"--uhm, is it right to call someone who makes you run and play around like a total oaf a "professor"? I mean, is such an easy task worthy enough to be qualified as a "profession" at all?--and their ABUSED students at the totally CRAPPY Quezon City Memorial Circle [where all the pokpoks gather at night].

We played a bunch of crappy games [for the "grade", of course...]. It was a disappointment because the “profs” were ill-prepared. They were so damn UNprofessional that my legs ended up looking like THIS:

Click here, here, here, and here for the bigger pics. This is what happens when you join a THREE-LEGGED RACE and the medium used to tie your ankles together are NOT SCARVES but instead SHOELACES. I was informed that the method of using shoelaces to tie and drag on one’s ankles is a form of torture. As of the moment, my legs have recovered and only a trace of the bruises are left.

UNFORTUNATE EVENT#2: MATH17
Need I say more? I am on the verge of failing. I failed the first four departmental exams. I failed the finals. And then I find out that OTHER PEOPLE have been getting leakage after all. Life is so unfair. People here are all crooks, from the registrar, down to the students [well not ALL students; I was exaggerating for effect ]. I’m exempted in all subjects, except for Comm1 [which doesn't have exemptions after all... tskk...] and this stupid stupid damned Math17. I HATE IT!!!!! I saw my grade a while ago and I got a 4.0. Damn it, man. So I have to take the removals. Damn it. And I still can’t accept the fact that OTHER PEOPLE had leakage all along. DAMN THE FCUKIN’ SYSTEM. Arrrgh… FoxtrotUniformCharlieKilo…. [repeat ad infinitum]

UNFORTUNATE EVENT#3: FAKE FRIENDS
Don’t you just hate it when people act nice and friendly and sincere especially when they NEED you, and then they suddenly turn into fcukin’ bitches and he-bitches when you need THEM? I hate those backstabbing, envy- and grudge-storing, FAKE PEOPLE. What’s THEIR problem?! When they need ME, I come to their recue. When I NEED them, they drop me like I’m hot–err, like a hot coal–err, you get the picture. IHATEITIHATEITIHATEIT… Thankless idiots. Screw them.

UNFORTUNATE EVENT#4: I’M LEAVING
My parents are leaving for the States on October 27 or 31… [not yet THAT sure with the date yet, but those are the target dates]… And you know what? I just might go with them and leave too! They talked to me a while ago… and I have a few days left to make my decision. Hmm… But come to think of it, maybe the said “PEOPLE” that I mentioned in #3 would absolutely rejoice when I leave. I care not. Screw them. Then I guess I’ll leave after all…and soon.
[EDIT: Ok. So that was a burst of emotion. I didn't really mean that. Ok. So maybe I meant half of it.]