Alas, I have been working on a single paper for the past two whole days and I still haven't written a word. Wahahahahahaha.XD I've been reading about fifty plot summaries on vampire literature, cross-referencing them with historical and sociological events since the seventeenth century--TWO WHOLE FUCKING DAYS OF READING CRAP--and I can't remember anything. I can't conclude anything. My brain is dead. My memory is blank. I haven't had a snore of sleep. And my paper is due in eight hours. Haaaaaaaaaay putangina ayoko na magaral. Gone were the days when I could cram a paper in one and a half hours. One and a half! Can you imagine! And I'd write that two hours before the deadline and still get an uno for it!XD But now my brain has degenerated into the brain of a nailclipper.

And of course, I am blogging.XD

Putanginang hayooooooooooop. Coffee doesn't work anymore! I haven't had a drop of alcohol in daaaaaaaaaays, and I have gorged my belly with fastfood crap for the past twenty-four hours and the heavy pasta-chicken-sicilian-salad I had while back at Italianni's--blame all the carbo in my system, then again I had vegetable salad which is an uppers for the brain. And together with the three variations of pasta and chicken--we rotated the dishes a while ago to get a taste of everything, wahahahaha--they all cancel each other out. In any case, I'm just cracked witless right this fucking moment and I can't work on anything.

I hate Lizard. I hate my gecko tattoos. I hate every single lucid memory of him. After all the whining and fretting and whimpering and bawling it all boils down to some reptilian incubus.XP

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Quick sidetrip to National Bookstore and I am delighted at my new discovery: the prolific speculative fictionist Greg Egan. Ogogogog.:o Kaso wala akong dalang pera so I just ogled at the nifty book covers and rubbernecked walking out the bookstore.

Off to Mt. Batulao next weekend and Lordgad has banned all alcohol from our hikes. WTF! No alcohol! What more, a vision and mission geared towards environmentalism.:o What in the holy blazes of the mighty fucking BULLSHIT has gotten into him?? But alcohol is the driving force of my mountaineering expedition! I swear to god I am not FUCKING stepping on that mountain. I am not fucking cleaning the trash up there, no scratching vandals out, no tree-planting boohalaboo and other environmentalistic selfless abrakadabra. That is just so not me.XP I don't give a crapage about the environment and the betterment of the country's atmospheric makeup. I don't give two wet farts about advocating green acts of pretentious mountain cleaning escapades which'll break the group apart. (I mean, hey, we all plod to the mountains just to get a grip of the view while drinking and socializing and sweating and dividing all the chores of cooking and washing dishes and pitching up tents and everything. Puro nalang bars at bahay mga setting ng inuman, kaya ayun, bundok, para maiba naman.XP) Nevertheless by the powers of me fellow mountaineers' Persuasion Skillz I might just tag along anyway and pick up a litter or two, plant each seed of, err, my favorite plants, bananas and carrots, both of which I'd have to grapple with Agriculture 101 for both them plants don't have effing seeds to begin with.XP

Goodlordgadalmighteeeeeeeeeeh, I am blogging.XP

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