Sunday, November 23, 2008

entre nous

This week had been so emotionally taxing. One moment, I was as gay as I could be and the next thing I knew, I was all for a hissy fit. I was being unreasonable and selfish and a horror, as always, only this time it was an infinity-fold more than usual. Simply put, my genetically-made-up-bitchiness-side was in full force. Ill-fated friends and family members were normally the receiving end of it; for that, I have been feeling like a guilty criminal walking on eggshells around them, but, at the same time, detesting myself for even feeling that way, because at times like this… they simply deserved the treatment. :/

Saturday, November 22, 2008

no honky dory

Fine day despite the forecasted rain showers. Uneventful. No particular exploit worth mentioning.

Oh, the power outage. Stupid.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

"There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them."

Oh dear, what a lot I have got to read.

So many books, so little time.

Life is piling up so fast that I don’t even have a minute to catch up with my reading.
Those books I hoarded before the sem break, two-thirds of them still remain untouched.

Disgusting.

That’s not all. Only two days ago, I bought two more to add to my stockpile: The Little Prince, which I already read centuries ago, I just wanted one for collection’s sake; and A Writer’s Diary, which is like my Bible at the moment. :p

If Bilbo Baggins had his precious ring to obsess with, then I have Mrs. Woolf’s diary to die for.
Bloody hell, how I worship Virginia Woolf, haha! So much, that up 'til now, I am still regally irked at my classmate, who, by some stroke of luck, got V first for her reporting, hence I ended up stuck with Jane Austen. wth.

And, how was it possible that it was just barely a week ago when the new semester began, yet, even so, it already seemed hopeless for me to escape this life-sucking hole that is college. Unbelievable. O_O


Friday, November 7, 2008

first day Punk'd

Who said students are the only one capable of ditching classes?

Professors are, too, apparently.


Tuesday, November 4, 2008

self-awareness of a sociopath, haha!

Sem break brought this on. Because when you’re home and bored, you start to realize things. Gross things. Wistful things. Green things. Impossible things. Happy things. Sad things. Stupid things. Funny things. Self-ish things.


1. I am a damn good chef. Yes, I am. Intermittently. I am best in the house in doing all the fried stuff: fried chicken, fried egg, fried hotdog, fried chicken, fried egg and fried hotdog, fried egg, fried egg, fried egg and fried egg.


2. I am actually a very punctual person no matter how the unkind people accuse me otherwise. Why not, I am up every morning at 11:00 a.m sharp and not a minute earlier.

3. It just dawned on me how incredibly considerate of a person I actually am. I care for the jobless people way too much that if it’s a choice between me driving and me having a driver, I’d readily (and gladly so!) give up the steering wheel just so someone could have a shot to employment. Wow, I’m selfless, yes?

4. Contrary to popular belief, I am NOT lazy or sluggish or indolent or whatever chauvinistic term it is that crabby people use to suggest idleness. What I am is far from idle. As a matter of fact, I hardly stay in one place and instead of being all slothful and laidback at home, I’d much rather spend my expensive time indulging on my own CULTURAL preoccupations. Like malls, plays, movies, music and food. I love culture like that. In effect, what that makes me is a culture-person, not an idle-person. Correct? Of course. Excellent.

5. My little brother and I have a uhm…messy relationship. We fight a lot mostly because he refuses to follow my orders. (LOL) There’s this mutually agreed enmity between us that if I have to give an analogy to it , I’d compare us to a couple heading for a divorce. We love each other. We hate each other. Either way, divorce is inevitable. Why so? Irreconcilable differences.