from a surreal encounter with the real "poets"

poetry is not meant to be understood... it's supposed to be felt...

It actually makes sense and I'm sad that our very own Literature teacher forgot to teach us that very fundamental aspect of poetry..

Kasi naman, every after a poem is read parati niya tanong...

Class, what does this poem mean?

Siyempre, kawawa ang lolo mo kasi ako parati ang tinatanong...

So I have to summon up all my wise-ass powers to make an intelligent bluff. Something that would sound "intelligent" even it doesn't actually mean at all.. as in.. bullshit stuff. Haha... Pero in fairness to her, at least I've honed my "bluffing" skills... Which I really really need for the next years ahead.. haha..

Ok yun lang... Fucking French Scrapbook and Freaking Filipino Paper (which is way behind the deadline).. a very strong evidence that indeed hell exists in this world..

out.