HYGIENE
1st day. Friday, September 1. 4 PM, Semi Jeepney terminal, Indang Town Plaza
One look and I knew iba na
Malagkit dumikit ang tingin ng mata
One smile, iba na’ng ibig sabihin
‘Di na friends ang tingin n’ya sa kin.
Everyday parating we’re together
Every week palaging may sleep over
Ang tawag niya sa mommy ko ay tita
Bakit ba di pa n’on nakita
Until out of the blue
Ang feeling’s so true
Bigla na lang sinabi sa ‘kin that…
This guy’s in love with you, pare
This guy’s in love with you, pare
This guy’s in love with you, pare
Bading na bading sa—–
Spoot!
You asshole $%#%!!!
Sori po…
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2nd day. Monday, September 4. 5 pm. Waltermart Dasmariñas. Emilio Aguinaldo Highway.
Sa talahiban ika’y lumitaw
Sumama ang hangin ako’y napailing
Tao nga ba o kabayong mahiwaga
Napapansin ko siya
na may milagrong ginagawa
Mang-aagaw siya ng lakas
Ingat ka kapag nakilala ka
Kahit na tinatawanan
Marami yatang pumapatol diyan
‘Pag meron s’yang napagtitripan
Bibigyan niya ng limandaan
Baklang sagad sa pangit
Ang kagandaha’y pinipilit
Sa likod ng mukhang mama
Pag humarap ay mam—–
Spoot!
Arrrgh. (Stares provocatively)
Sori po.
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How iritating it is to imagine how uncivilized most of our commuters on the roads of urban biodiversity. Pee here, throw rubbish there, spit everywhere… even on my shoes!
I quoted to my classmates in our Logic subject:
You can kiss the grounds of Iceland and Singapore.
The Philippines?
Kiss your arse instead.
Sheesh. To think that I am actually singing at those times. Chills all over. Tagatagaktaktakking are my teeth.
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How strict is the implementation/orientation of this so-called ‘republic public hygiene’ in our country? How educated are the people to have their filthy excretions be disposed redundantly properly?
Education is dreck. Miseducation is bliss. Go figure.
Shouldn’t I throw stones at these people doing such unearthly habit?
I think I should throw it to everyone.
The government is intently depreciating our quality education. The government is poorly promulgating education. We are tolerating our government’s scallawagging. We are teaching ourselves how to scallawag like the government. We are teaching the youngsters to be scallawags like us. Syllogistically we all deserve rocks in our throats.
So migrate na ko nyan sa Canada?
Ha. Go figure.
Location: Inside my room where piglet snores are eminent.
Categories: Pulitikahan
