UPLB Tubaw

el. yu. vi. ee. it’s as unpredictable as the tonsillitis you’ll be having a few hours after consecutively munching chocolates, slurping sundaes and sucking chupachups that will eventually cause you fever (tonsillitis-precedes-fever is innate in me).

and the hurt that love brings is as predictable as the shit that struggles out of your bloody system. you know it’s coming and the major dilemma is if there’s an accessible loo nearby. if the toilet is only 20 meters from where you’re wriggling in anxiety then you’re in luck baby! but if you’re stranded in some effing strange place, then i guess you’d have to show some poker face and pretend to walk to your comfort pronto but gracefully and discretely. that’s the thin line between luck and normalcy.

[and the other line between diarrhea and constipation? hmmm. lemme figure this out later.]

this is also where you appreciate the beauty of privacy; you can pound your fists on the wall while cursing out a silent cry of anguish out of anybody’s awareness. go on buddy, let it all out. hahaha.

conclusion? somehow, in order to experience the full essence of humanity, one has to struggle his/her shit out. and when you’ve recovered from all the discomfort, embarrassment and dehydration, you’ll be ready once more to munch chocolates, slurp sundaes and suck lollipops. that’s just it.