math proficiency

marikina science high school students are not really math proficient. i guess your wondering why. from what we know: when you subtract five from two hundred nine you get none, as in zero, as in null etc. when you get the derivative of two hundred nine, you get one. likewise, when you get the anti-derivative of one, you get two hundred nine. we are not really sure of what exponents really are so are the base and the power.

red letter day

a red numbered day, today. fifth of the second month. no special holiday but a sunday. twenty one days away from my birthday a time to be merry and gay. how should i spent it? it should be a hit, and on the beat. a mcdonald's party house, maybe? or be a santa clause giving away something to the less fortunate. oh great! but it is very plastic of me wanting to give when i should receive. and if i don't even have a thing. so we'll just drown ourselves with the orange sauce of the burger mcdo (and this is frustration, supposedly it should be ketchup, tomato and onions) as we try to take a grip of every french fry held by ronald who i am still confused for hamburglar is a burger; that bird is a fried chicken.

and another f-word is up on my veins

and the horoscope told me this morning: "i would be lucky today and the luck foretold to someone would be mine. " shit men. arrgghh. completely false! completely wrong! completely crap! i'm not into believing these things but i just wanna try one. a fuck when this universe conspire! the table's turned down and so as my future. after all, i haven't worn my luck color, peach. shit!

in relation to the poem

this is in relation to my post Debate number one (where you and i are no winners) from my other blog (www.thisshadeofblue.blogspot.com). i wrote the poem past 2:00 in the morning while we were on the road. and it was only me and benedict go are awake. i based it from their silence. he was texting at the back of the bus. maybe his textmate, who happens to be on the same bus, is also awake. my mistake folks! he noticed that i was writing while we were on the road. try visualizing how i wrote. lights were off. there were no sounds, i mean, no music was played. i was sitting on a jump seat. i have to provide everything. i ate and/or sucked my cell phone for it could provide light with its flashlight. i was listening to my old school discman, old school compared to those who have their iPods. it was a good thing for the time i was writing the poem, the road was still fine. no bumps. no humps. no lumps. hahaha. and i forgot to mention, i just went to baguio last january 26-28.