Going back to school sucks major rotten bananas. 18 units of workload, all reading-based (imagine reading 100 to 200 pages of text a day, not to mention the creative writing mofongo which has dredged up and pruned and sucked my brain dry for I haven't been, err, reading lately. Mental stagnation, to put.) and my social life has gone haywire. Just looking forward to mountain climbing every other weekend. Next next week, to Cavite. Dunno the name of the bundok though but Eric Lordgad of Hyperjunkie Monkeys says it's all petiks hike by then. :p

Our house is a swelling, throbbing, expanding and collapsing entity of its own, given the existence of little scurrying brats slamming doors in and out of the room, screaming up and down the stairs, hammering and breaking whatever they can grab, hurling every object that comes their way, trampolining on my spring bed, dumping helluvalot of toys in my room, breaking my chess pieces, mixing my dismantled rubik's cube and octagon lock in cooking experiments, et cetera, et cetara. It's been a month since I've relocated back here in QC, with my folks, and we've had three, four maids who've stepped in and out of this house, ranting a drivel of curses never to return again.

I miss my solitude. When life was simpler. And everything just revolved around petix work, beer, and sex. Bruhahahahaha.XD

And then there's this bingot kid next door who calls herself Anghewa. "Ano pangalan mo?" I'd say. "Anghewa." Ano? "Annnngggghheeeewaaaaaaa." She has this mute sister whom I haven't laid my eyes on yet, but her mutters and sputters of screaming disjointed syllables right outside the house wakes me up every morning, me groggy eyes still gleaming red from vis.

Can you lot believe, Prof. Wendell Capili assigned me to report on Thomas Aquinas.o_0 We'll be reading Critical Approaches to Literature the whole semester, all texts secular but one--that one daggumit Thomas fucking Aquinas, on his speculations on the FIVE PROOFS OF THE EXISTENCE GOD. Wahahahahaha.XD Ionno just how an atheist could defend that, granted I haven't a smidgen of faith in an imaginary being.

Speaking of the imaginary. There's this proliferation of UPSCA posters in every cubicle of women's bathroom in school which I have defiled with inscriptions of Freethought, Rationalism, and Atheism. I scrawled "God is imaginary," "The absence of evidence is the evidence of absence," "All ye are deluded," "I believe in the Flying Spaghetti Monster," and suchlike, provoking branches of replies scribbled in anger-infested blazing ink. Harharhar.XD Crazies.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer. Imonna drink later.:p Kampai.

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