Observations, realizations and declarations

Too much books could be nauseating. Yesterday was the first time I set foot in Gateway's branch of National Bookstore. Having four expansive floors, it’s by far the largest one I’ve ever been to. Shelves after shelves, it’s very overwhelming to be surrounded by a gazillion books of different sort: paperback, hardback, brand new, second or third or fourth hand, all of them spanning a variety of literary genre. The only downside was that it was also nauseating and frustratingly so to be in their presence having to deal with the fact that I wasn’t filthy rich enough to buy ALL the books I fancy owning and build a library out of them, because I don’t have the purchasing power to do so (for the moment), haha. It’s one of those days when dirty, sexy money could have really come in handy.


Life is unpredictable. It’s very cliché to say so and it’s not like I was the first observant of this truth but I wanted to say it anyway because I just learned that Lola Purita died the other day :( She’s a family friend from the neighborhood. An old lady whom I used to think as extraordinarily hearty for her age, until yesterday. It was a sudden departure just as in most cases. My mom and I will be going to the wake tonight.


I despise cucumbers. Loathe the smell and their color green. I think they’re not even qualified to be vegetables or fruits or whatever they are. As far as I believe, they’re not supposed to exist. They’re nothing but ornamental nuisance to my cheeseburger.


Sleepy people are inconsiderate. Ronn and I were riding a public transpo van on our way home when this dude beside Ronn just slouched and dozed off on his seat as if it was his house’s couch, thus occupying Ronn’s space as well. The dude slept the whole way through with his head on Ronn’s shoulder and his bulky legs too, disgustingly atop his poor seatmate’s.


In a circle of friends, there is always one you love the most and another one you like the least.


Ants are well-disguised villains out to steal my foods. We’re archenemies. I hate them for invading the privacy of my Stick-o and they hate me for executing genocide as retaliation.


Whenever you’re running late for a meeting, class, appointment, etc., that’s disdainfully the time too when everything around you seems to move in the slowest of motion, making you even more late than possible. It’s like a conspiracy that you notice how the driver drives slower than usual, how you suddenly get caught up in a traffic jam on a place that is usually traffic-free, and how the road seems to have grown a mile extension overnight because you just couldn’t seem to reach your f*ckin’ destination fast and prompt.