this was supposed to be posted in http://shadedshadows.blogspot.com, but the motherfucker wont fucking work...

This day sucks ass. Another fucking thing is, I’ve typed this before, but my PC was involuntarily disconnected from the Internet. Fuck. It seems like this goddamned day is made to annoy me and make me kill myself. I wanna shower my wrath on human beings as of this moment through this post.



Let’s take it from… Wednesday.

Our teacher in nasc2 announced in class that our report, which was supposed to be on Monday, was moved to this very Friday because of some sort of shit. Yhey. The pressure was so entertaining. We would have a long exam in that same day. Our first major exam for math17 would be on Friday, Dec. 10.



Wednesday night. We were summoned, for we have a meeting regarding the coming anniversary of our group this coming Friday. I presume we have about more than ten members who could attend the meeting. Guess how many came. Yes, the number starts with ‘t’, but it is not ‘ten’. Three members appeared. Yhey.

The day after, another meeting was called. Thursday night. We increased by two notches in terms of number. We were five. Yhey. The planned celebration that was to be discussed was nothing but a dream. No party. No merriment. No celebration. No plan. Shit.

Afterwards, I went back to the dormitory to help my dorm mate and classmate in nasc2 with the powerpoint presentation. We tried to finish it and we grew tired working on it at about 130am. We never had any time to review for our five-unit subject exam.



FRIDAY. Un/fortunately, I woke up. 730am. We went down the campus because we lack pictures of astronomers. I had my bag for ‘departure’ and I left it in a friend’s apartment so that I could retrieve it anytime. It would be more accessible that way, for our dorm is located in ‘a land so far away’ from the campus. We went to an Internet café. Searched. Returned to our beloved Nu dormitory. My dorm mate polished the presentation while I headed towards the campus to meet groupmate2 at the college coop. 1200nn. The diskette for the written report was with me and we were supposed to print it. The problem is, she had a class from that very time til our report. She even demanded a copy of the written report delivered to her at her classroom. I am quite angered. I feel so drained and used. We departed. I only had an hour to review for our long exam, but my occupied brain picks nothing up because the black hole report sucks my brain cell by its gravity thus bothering me a lot. I took the goddamned exam and I think I could have a high score if only I had the time to study the class discussions, for the test wasn’t as hard as that of last semester. I submitted the paper and went onwards to biosci. Time for the report…



Bullcrap. This is where shit began. The power point presentation, which was so large in terms of kilobytes, won’t work. We reported without the presentation that cost a lot of time, effort and money. The presentation that forced us to not study for our long exam went to the garbage. We sacrificed our math17 exam for pure bullshit. Why won’t it work? I’m so fucking disappointed. We exerted so much effort and sacrificed a massive subject for that. Two of my group mates were so insensitive and unproblematic. I feel so used. Over and over again. Damnit. Disheartened by what occurred, I attempted to go home, but I must first retrieve my baggage from my friend. I went to his apartment and knocked. No answer was heard. I repeated the procedure several times. Nothing. His neighbors, upon my questioning, informed me that he left. I feel unimportant and fucked up. I went home without my used clothes, readings for my beloved sosc2, and other important things that were inside that bag. My coin purse was in there. I am enraged, for this might lead to not receiving the proper amount of change in jeepneys. If I have my coin purse, I could pay the exact amount and I could travel without demanding for my 50c change esp. student fare shit, obviously, if I don’t, the driver would have a chance to ahh… you get what ii mean, right? I want to kill myself for this fucking misfortune shit. Sadly, I got home safe and no vehicle broke my bones. Upon my arrival at home, I attempted to use the PC for chatting, for I want to feel the presence of someone I… um… anyway. It won’t fucking work. I wanted to relieve myself and release the tension through chatting with… ummm…but I failed. I wrote a poem titled ‘seven last fucking pieces of crap’ to unleash this hatred.



Fuck this day…this day is supposed to be our anniversary, but this fucking damned day is so crappy. My math17 sucks ass. Our presentation that was done with every single drop of energy we’ve got and a five-unit long exam sacrifice screwed up. My bag wasn’t brought home because of an uncaring friend. My goddamned PC won’t work or even start up… what a nice crappy day.

Shit… Punyemas na araw ito…