life's like an hourglass glued to the table

life's like an hourglass glued to the table

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Cactus Me Not


EXHAUSTED..

Now I'm telling you.. there's nothing like having freshly cooked large sourcreamed Frenchies and a sweetsweetZagu.. with a mere thought of holding another bag of hot Mojos and--get this--one of the most wonderful ladies in town after one of those stressful days: THE Tempted Dreamer herself. One word.. AMAZING. :)

Yesterday was a blast. I can't believe that in one day you could end and begin. Put it your way, any way. I can't believe more that in less than 5 hours, I would be sitting inside a classroom again, studying. GRABE.

Here's what happened: With the fastest train ever, I arrived VEEERY early in the designated place, somewhere near this 'newly-built' building with all its newness. I WAS NOT welcomed loudly by my booooring friend and her more booooring friends. "Sinisinok ka ba?" I was officially welcomed in a school.. got a new I.D. and all that. This guy even excitedly0handled my I.D. placing me in his list of the most famous people on Earth. And then, we flew all the way to this baaaad place where you could see books sold at like 5,ooo bucks each lang naman, minimum. And we were all TOTALLY UNINTERESTED. Books about being a loser.. Totally. And then we did not part ways by 3means of transportation: the fast, the faster, and the fastest. My in-love friend and I walked in 0.3554 seconds to get to this place where you can find the longest lines ever just to pay for a moment in a purple train. We were prepared, of course, bringing with us exact payments. Hyuh. With a blink of an eye, we were in Paris, I repeat, P-A-R-I-S unwelcomed by the familiarity of it all. I was ungraciously kicked out of this BiiiiG school, for wearing a pink jacket I guess. And the lady-with-the-purple-jacket-which-I-think-looks-better-on-me waited for like centuries for me, while I was being kicked out. They had these papers with uber short questions in them; and I danced frantically while waving a hand and hopping in one foot. Yeah that made sense. And we ate like a hundred squidballs in one stick with durian shakes.. 'cause Miss Donut here insisted and cried like a baby just to eat these, delicacies. And then we went to Las Vegas, where all the action happens. And then, we died.

Oh the cactusness of it all.. loooooovin' it. <3>

The truth and only the truth shall remain with me and my very short Tempted Dreamer. Why? Cos we both deserve to be in our own worlds of whatnots and who'swhos. WE DESERVE TO DIE. :)


I'm still mad about my I.D. I'm thinking of sending a gun to that guy who took it... for Christmas noh. Hey, he deserves it.



"Her words are mistakes and her thoughts are unclean."
But if her words and thoughts were the truths, then everything else must be BS.



EXHAUSTED. And yet, HAPPY. :)

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