To my future self

school begins tomorrow. I look back at the past weeks of freedom and think "taho", "fastfood" "eat-all-you-cans" and "halo3". Life is too short to waste and these experiences have told me that I have done good in not doing so. The side effects however have left me with an irremovable pillow stuck right in front of my abdomen. Sam calls it a belly. I call it a personal TV dinner tray.
I look forward to the beginning of the new semester and I think of basketball. Studies can wait. My QPI has allowed me enough freedom to sink as low as a D. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I do dare to say the letter. D-d-d-d-d-d-dee.
I am smart enough to fail.


Play first...
study second
(to xbox360, food, chickababes and blogging)

Things to look forward to next sem (aside from the same old stuff):
-the gym. chicks in the gym.
-NOT FAILING. The first sem QPI has spoken.
-new carpool trips. I STILL HAVE NO GODAMN TRIP WITH THE LITTLE BOOGER KNOWN AS JARED. He must be destined for greatness or something.
-new hot classmates (Dear God... I have been a good boy)
-new brain dead moments in matteo ricci at 5pm studying for finance. Bogie will drool on the table and Oli will yell 20 times "It's ovah". Mike Carandang will pull my arm, begging to stuff ourselves with Kenny Rogers Roasters. Paul will say something about CS. Belle Ngo will study. Coo will watch her study. I will give up and borrow Coo's PSP.
-seeing Christian Coo and his girlfriend
-chick checking
-Condo crashing
-clicker clicking
-basket ballin'

Basketball season will begin
as soon as I remember the team's name... was it blueberries? or cupcakes?
I think it was cupcakes... but I'm hoping that sembreak has rejuvenated the championship desire that we had before we got dismantled by team Pacapac and those ostrich arms of his before sembreak. The bastard can drive from the backseat of his car man. His arms are so long he buys Tvs at a cheaper price. Sony sells him the plasma without the remote.

I want basketball.
Basketball.

say the word again and emphasize the syllable "ket".


wait for me.... bonesaw is ready baby!