Wandering Brain

Well, it’s just another wednesday, nothing provoked me to think, nothing really happened, and i got nothing to pound off my chest. No, really.

Wait, I got it. What’s with people in Friendster that really want their messages to be read in the bulletin board? I mean, those people who repost what they want to say 50 times? Do they not realize that I have a very small threshold between ‘oh, okay, I guess I’ll read this..’ and ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!?’

What do the tears that you shed when you get punched in the face for the first time represent? Just curious. That never happened to me, by the way.

Did Clinton really say that oral sex does not really mean sexual intercourse?

Oh, right… here we go. My mind isn’t wandering now. If i had a minumum-yield tactical nuke right now, I’d summon every unreasonable anti-English activist there is here in Baguio City to meet at some uninhabited mountain for a ‘Boxer-rebellion exhibit’, and drop the bomb there. Like it’s my fault that this is how i express myself. Like it’s my fault that God decreed that my life was to pass through certain places and phases that make me who I am now.

Have you ever heard of those people somewhere over at the Visayas who make a living from entertaining boat-faring travellers by diving for whatever the tourists fling at the sea? I mentioned people who make instant and biased presumptions for a guy who speaks english back in the last paragraph, right? Well, I think they’re the tourists that jeer at the divers because (1) they’re insecure that they couldn’t swim, and (2) they just want people to notice them at the expense of the humiliation of the divers.

I’m calm now. God forgive me. It’s just that once in a while, when you’re thinking that the world is chillin’ on your side, somebody fucks up your chi for an extremely pathetic and selfish reason.

RANDOM POINTLESS PICTURE

WHAT DISTURBED ME TODAY:Aside from piddly lil anti-english boy? Why does there have to be a point in a discussion wherein both you and the person you’re talking to have nothing to say? Should you hang up, think, and call again? or should you just let your mind wander while keeping the conversation?