postmodern kebs.

Life is a bitch when you're so amazed with the new book that you just bought, and you decide to scribble onto in. It's yellow. Black ink will give that good contrast. Never mind that it has a huge & on it's face. I am wearing a yellow shirt. Kule attacked my book. Black blotches. Scratched &.

Life is a bitch when you're already late and no transportation to warp you to the other side of the world is available. Ergo, drivers will pound each other in the head to be Fate's wing men. And there was heavy traffic. Marc, you're late by 40 minutes. Do you even care? Professor smiles politely while sitting on top of the table. Of course, I care. Missed the Anna Oposa discussion, darn. I am wearing a yellow shirt.

Life is bitch when you read Lambert Varias' Ss and realized you were once all of the above: a side kick, a wing man, and a yes man. Then you realized, I am Lambert Varias. No you're not.

Life is a bitch when people do check you out. And you're not even single by virtue of YM and text messages.

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Advise column:

Dear Marc,

I feel that I'm being ignored by my (insert gender)friend what will I do?

Respectfully yours,

Marc


Reply.

Dear Marc,

You wait, breathe and stop. Faith lang (Ano 'to sakit? Milagro? Faith?!) And say:



Hope it helps,

Marc

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I missed two classes today:
1.Maximo
2.Cruz


I'm fucking up as a student. Tanghena lang.



I need a new life.