Scatterbrain mode. It's as if someone has bombed my thoughts with a GPS-equipped intercontinental ballistic missile.XP And again, I resort to writing--or blogging, rather--to get them shattered thought bits together.

I haven't been writing. Busiest semester, I swear. (Not that it really is. Someone robs me of my weekends, damn him, and so I cram all the weekend work into my weekday workload. Is what you call time management.XD) Harsh, harsh. I hate this semester. I hate this dorm. I hate all my goddamn soporific yawner readings. Reading Filipino text in English is like ingesting benzodiazepine. (Except for Dalisay's Ybarra, which vaguely reminds me of Albert Camus' The Fall, and of course, Joyce's Araby.:p The rest of Philippine literature is BLAH.)

Speaking of which, I remember a dude from my past life (which happens to be high school). Darren, his name was. He was a dropout who taught himself how to drive in his school parking lot while crashing several parked cars along the way. I had a bad smoker's cough once and he suggested I swill a bottle of Vics cough syrup. And because I was thirteen and stupid and experimental I drank the whole bottle. I had a momentary hallucinatory sensation and dropped asleep. The next day my cough didn't go away.

I have Restless Legs Syndrome. Har.XD Them medical witchdoctors are just as inventive: they have a term for everything. You have moles all over your face, it's a disease. You crack your knuckles all the time, it's a disease. You think too much, it's a disease. Once they've hypnotized you into having a disease, they'd sell you something to cure it. Is called the art of mind-bending for moonie.:p

I've finally let my contact lenses go--flushed them down the john, to put it more precisely. It took me eight years to realize wearing contact lenses cost me a laptop's worth of moolah. That's P250 a month times eight years, that killed me. I fell back to wearing eyeglasses. The fat lady optometrist at the Shopping Center upgraded my eyeglass lenses which gave me a splitting headache the whole day, not to mention the illusion of endless stairs when I walk on flat ground.

I've been to several bookstores looking for any book by Anthony Burgess, the author of A Clockwork Orange, when alas, none of them has any copy of any book by any author by the last name of Burgess. I dropped by my favorite handmedown bookstore beside the Alpha Phi Omega tambayan once and asked the middle-aged bald man sitting on a stool if he had any book by Burgess. "Oh you mean BORHES? I have one back at my house," he said. He meant Borges--no, not that surrealist Spanish snore bore. "No, no," I said. "I mean BURGESS." I stressed on the hard G like I was saying BUGGRESS. "Burgess," I repeated, "B-U-R-G-E-S-S, Burgess. Anthony Burgess, author of A Clockwork Orange and Enderby and the Malayan trilogy." "Yes, yes, I know," said his waxy sparkling bald head, "it's BORHES. I know the guy." He snapped right up from his seat, scuttled to the rear bookshelf, fished a thin book out, and flashed the cover at me. Jorge Luis Borges, it said on the cover in bold and italicized black letters. (It's pronounced as "Horhey Luis Borhes" like you're yawning in between syllables.) You waxy sparkling bald idiot you, look what you've done to yourself. You have just exposed your potential stupidity. "Never mind," I said, and stepped out the bookstore.

Bought three books last weekend: The Best of Erotica edited by Susie Bright, Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides, and a silly outdated book on Philippine history and culture. I and three other impulsive book-buying bibliophiles squandered the rest of our allowance on perverse literature. We should go back to Cubao once, and dig the gems out the rotting secondhand books especially at Cubao Expo.

And BENDER was there! Gaaaaaaaad.X0 I've been looking all my life for a Bender Bending Rodriguez action figure and finally found it at a graphic novel bookstore whasisname--Sputnik--placed on an altar of other geeky action figures. The processing unit in my head hang for a moment I had to press Ctrl + Alt + Del and rush to the saleslady to ask how much is that Bender high up in the shelf and she said I'm sorry it's not for sale. The sadness.

I almost had you.

If I could only reach the toy robot I could've filched it right away. So I stole a ballpoint pen elsewhere instead.XD Goddamn.

Spooootnik.

Shelf sampler. Photos lifted somewhere nobody cares.

It's four in the morning and I have a long exam on Geodetic Engineering later and I haven't memorized squat.XP

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b
15.08.10 - 18:31

i will create a sculpture of bender for you :)

tine
31.08.10 - 15:20

YAY you're back!

Lotta
31.08.10 - 18:53

Hello! I love your smilies but the download link is broken... :(

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