academic intoxication

or even beyond that.
that's what I feel, every after filipino class.
bizaare short-circuiting of the electrical impulses generated by interacting neurons.
(that's for those scientific geeks secretly lurking around)
this fil teacher of ours, in all her Filipino poetry and fiction royale, is just hooh, yeah!
she's so..so...
she's beyond words.
i think her saliva has this metaphorical mighty bond that connects every fucking word in the english-tagalog dictionary.
illogically or logically.
imagine, just this day, she managed to discuss these following things in under 50 minutes of intense self-talk and "intellectualization":
pagmumuni-muni (official lesson) + abortion + formal writing + suicide + asking for a map of France + sexual awakenings + reflection-cum-toxicity + To Be or Not to Be of Hamlet + cheating + North-South-East-West type of thinking (what the fuck?) + bustsize of Viva Hotbabes + how wrong it is to use "porque" in a sentence + Milenyo victims + joy of disciplined writing +a psycho TimeZone Kid + nuclear bombs + polar bear and penguin extinction + Lawasa stations + how small ayungin is (it's a fish of some sort) + ...+ "ai nakalimutan ko idiscuss ang novel review. sa kadami-dami ng blah blah".
(give and take some more useless insights she told us, that's pretty much what I "learned" in Fil Class today).
either she is that brilliant or
she is that appallingly TWISTED.
well, it doesn't change the fact that every after FIL Class, my mind literally becomes drunk. as in continuous 100 shots of vodka drunk.
buti na lang I have two hours of recovery before English and Lit class and before my mind permanently resides to the cuckoo's deranged nest.
hooh.
but hey, i still give her props (pompoms, confetti, chocnuts,grand parade and all) for appreciating the blood, sweat,tears, bile, hormones (and all sorts of physiological and anatomical concoctions) that I poured into that paper she required.

and with that, I bid my farewell.

"Viva Filipino! Hail to the Filipino Language!"
HAHAHAHA.