.06

Oh infamous friends and readers of the blog-bible a.k.a. the future transcripts of the descendants of Lord Hibachi Araneta. Let us not remember the past that tortures us. For the memories of long ago are only images that can neither be touched nor altered. Remember only that which puts a smile on your face.

I shall remember today

Oh my friends, we have endured so much... but nothing short of the events that transpired today could make a grown man kneel and cry. These tears of joy in the middle of the Escaler garden are only the beginning. Oh fuckie friends... if only you knew what relief was....

But goddam the words of a bastard son of a bitch. Fuck everything. Because the year is over.
BITCH!!!
Motherfucking BITCH!!!
I love you friends and nothing shall stop me from wasting away in corner of my room, like the drunkard lord of losers that I am... I shall sleep, but my eyes shall be open..
Bitch it's over!!!
wahahahaha!!!
Fucking hell!!! screw the grades... stick your dilds in that paper even... screwwwww you!!!
I passes second year!!! screw yooooooo!!! The JV Sebial award shall not fall onto my lap this year...

speaking of JV sebial... let me propose a toast to the poolers:

Inuman sa saturday?
the redness of my face needs to be released to wash away the blackness of my heart...
fuck that... blebleble... Im just crazy for this passing grade man.
I mean, Ive been worrying about this moment ever since the schoolyear proper ended. And its like, who the hell can enjoy summer when something as big as that is still uncertain.

thank you God

only a sith deals in absolute...