Scratch Me Like A Matchstick

July 31st, 2008 • 2 comments College, Emoshitness, High School, Thoughts
Tags: UP, UPCAT

The fact that I’ll be taking up the UPCAT this Saturday freaks me. Really. I’ve been suffering brain drain, reviewing for the UPCAT the whole week but it seems like there’s something inside of me that keeps on telling me that I need to absorb more. To tell you the truth, I don’t actually burn the candle at both ends whenever there’s an upcoming exam. Bahala na si Batman. It’s the first time I’m actually doing it. And as a first timer in burning candles, there’s always a chance that the flames at the both ends of the candle, meeting in the middle, might burn my fingers. Chances are, I might drop the candle or I might be brave enough to blow the fire out. Meh.

And so, tomorrow, after classes, I’ll be going with few of my schoolmates to UP to look for the location of our buildings for the UPCAT. I just hope that I can familiarize myself well with the place.

Morning of Saturday is just a few tick-tocks away. And I’m fretting. Thank God if ever I’ll be able to pass the test. And curse Math if ever I don’t.

An Apple A Day

July 22nd, 2008 • 7 comments Fiction, Narratives, Random, Thoughts
Tags: apple

In times of despair, an apple a day will always keep the doctor away.

Once upon a time, there was poverty. And from it, came an apple…

I took an apple from a ragged basket of fruit at some park. I rubbed it on my shirt and stared at its shiny surface for a while. The apple was stark red and looked kinda sweet. And so I took a bite, and it was goddamn sweet! So I didn’t hesitate to bite again, and again, and again, until the center part was left. As I swallowed my last bite, I felt something strage went down my throat. Then, I realized that I actually swallowed a seed.

Moments later, I felt something funny moving inside my tummy. Then, it was crawling up to my throat, then out of my mouth. There was a plant growing out from my stomach. I looked awful with that thing stickin’ out of my mouth.

Then, second by second, it grew taller and taller, until its tip reached the clouds. People kept on looking at me and at the plant that just grew out of my stomach. I saw disgust, amazement, and confusion in the faces of the onlookers.

Finally, a man attempted to cut the plant with a saw, but he failed. The plant’s body was too strong for his saw. Then, another man went near with a chainsaw in his hands. The man tried to cut the plant with it as it screamed a loud roar, but just like the first man, he failed. The plant’s body was too strong for his chainsaw. And then, another man came, carrying a jar of bugs. He opened its lid and gently scattered the bugs around the plant on my mouth. But just like the other men who tried to put down the plant, he failed.

Days went by with that plant still sticking out of my mouth. I kinda got used to it though. Then after some months, it seemed that the plant went heavier, and so my feet slowly sunk into the soil until it was just my head that was above ground. Days and nights passed as I saw its first fruit bloomed out from one of its long stems. The fruit of my labor, I thought.

Spring came in with my body still buried beneath the ground, and the plant still standing tall on my mouth. I saw how fruits of different kinds bloomed from the stems of my plant. The people walking around the park saw them and gathered around to pick some fruit. I saw how the whole place come to life. And thus, the fruits of my labor fed the town.

Carrying a tall, tough, heavy plant with my mouth is worth it.

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Another stupid fiction. Maybe pointless. Maybe not.

Ain’t Riding On Boats

July 10th, 2008 • 10 comments High School, Humor, Personal, Random, Thoughts
Tags: cat, Chemistry, math, Physics, research, TNT, trinitrotolouene, Zoology

My seven days a week becomes eight days a week. My nine hours at school seems to be twenty four hours of non-stop back breaks. I’m busy all right. Math is kinda ok and I’ve been luckily hittin’ high on seatworks and quizzes. Physics is boring. I’m quite getting the hang of Zoology. Chemistry is astonishingly kinda smooth. C.A.T. is nothing more than salutes, marching, and jumping jacks. And we still have this one hour break called Research.

In perplexity, I just go with the flow. Nothing’s more relaxing than lying on a river, letting the strong current drag you, hit you on rocks, kill you. But the after-bath in a steamed shower always brings the greatest feeling of succession and completion. And the baby towel…oh yeah, it’s soft.

No time to blog. Mind is planted with dozens of trinitrotoluene.

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