while i’m waiting for chinggay to get home, i decided to check my room out and clean some clutters. oh well, not really. but, i was really lookin for my precious old skool tarzan x porn cd that i stashed somewhere deep in my room. i can clearly remember where i vault’d it. somewhere safe, somewhere away from harm and most importantly, away from my eyes.(cause i’ve been long moved on already.)but then it turned out that i didnt secured it from leakages. damn. i didnt know that it’s not safe from the rain. and i remember, it’s raining as fuck some weeks ago and i’m so disappointed that i left ‘em uncovered. all my college stuffs were there. notebooks, exams, quizzes, articles,essays            torn up magazine pages, fraternity meetings, drawings and a lot of college memorabilias including my porn collections. most of the paper were wet and smells like rotting. it’s so depressing to think that i didn’t do anything to save all those from the damn rain drops who terrorized my lil museum. if only i knew that it’s not safe to stash it in there, i cuda covered ‘em. made ‘em a miniature roof. a shelter. cause there goes my college years right there. thinkin bout the coolness back in the day…
i only have one notebook my whole college life. oh well, i had those lil back up notebooks in me but the right there is my back up memory.all my school works, my witless,brainless compositions and trash talkin happens in my notebook. the drawings. all those people that i drew. from professors, to classmates, from dennis rodman and to ice cube tweety. the grafittis, the self-made lyrics and the not so poetic poems .
just a few raindrops, most of the pages connected like siamese twins and i can’t hide the disappointment. plus chinggay’s not home yet.
man, i already packed my bags for tomorrow.yes, i’m excited and  i be out for another extinction level event.somehow, it gives me the reason to smile and not to think bout what happened to my stuffs.
i can’t wait to hop on the bus and have lazy sleep til the morning and get into my room til help arrives.and i don’t have to push the button in case of panic.
the fifth month feels like the fifth year.
i wanna see the green and i can’t wait to hold her hands and use it to scratch my back.
she promised me spicy wings and i’ll go berzerk if i didnt get mine.  just take me away.

~ by iamwoim on October 9, 2008.