Stomachache, SONA, Snooze and Slut

for the past few days, i've been suffering from stomachache. fuck, what did i eat this time, huh? i pretty much stayed away from dairy and street food these days. really, what gives? ugh.

i don't like sona, not because it's of political interest and i try to avoid it as much as possible, but because i live near the batasan complex and whenever there's sona, the road is closed down for protesters. so it's either i stay in or stay out late so that i don't get stuck in traffic. like, right now. i do have to stay out late, walk aimlessly like a lost soul at the mall to wait it out. it's just unfortunate that no classes announcement doesn't equate that there's no work for the day. this is one of the reasons i don't like growing up. i wish the kiddies of today learn to love school. god, what's like, 18 or 19 years of studying when all the time you are taken care of and get discounts?

i loathe my alarm clock right now. why don't you ring when you're supposed to? you are called an alarm clock for a reason. you are NOT a sleep clock. and you're definitely not called an anus either so don't act like you are. again, you are a freakin alarm clock. an alarm is loud. it brings attention to something important especially when you are dreaming as fuck in oblivion of sleep and your feet are jerking like you are falling from some shit i don't know. english, motherfucker, do you speak it! ALARM. that's your adjective, clock. ALARM. that's your purpose, clock. ALARM. live it, clock. if you have to walk across the side table where you rest and hit me in the head when you know i'd grab you and shove you right under the pillow in disgust afterwards, DO IT. that's your job, to wake people up, even if you wake up people outside the room. don't you feel ashamed of yourself that you keep failing? wouldn't it be a huge turn on for you if people would be like, oh crap it's that alarm clock again. shut that thing off? dude, they recognize you! you make a point and they'd notice. that's actually a big ego boost that you don't need to ask for. you create a reaction just by being noisy yet you don't come off sleazy because you don't wear miniskirts and ill-fitting tube tops. i hope that imagery makes things clear for you. keep it classy, then i'd probably start to respect you and what you stand for, which is time.

anyway, here's a snippet of a song i recorded. it's short because it's unfinished, doh, and something i wrote on a whim. and it totally reminded me of love bug and the jonas brothers, but without purity rings. 

note for audio/podcast files: you won't see the link if you view this entry on the main page. it only appears when you read the entry. kthnxbai.

p.s. ugh bitch. podcast icon is not appearing. here. i will edit the podcast whatever later because blog-city is screwing up today. srsly. had a problem with domain name a while ago. i wonder what they're up to...

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