"To be awake at two-ish in the morning with only three regular hours of sleep is the nearest I could get to being drunk (or stoned). I have already surrendered to the fact that drinking beer is an acquired taste, something I'd rather reserve for bitter chocolate (85% cacao to be exact). It's now five-ish in the afternoon and the sky looks just as dark and ominous as an oversized incontinent prune slapped with the cruel reality of an out-of-order toilet."
- hug me. =), 10th September 2008
One ought to be disturbed, when one comes across a three-year-old piece of prose, drool at its awesome (sic), and one realizes (or pretends to realize) it's her very own spawn. It's like getting trolled by a smartass kid for being smartass, only the smartass kid fondled the very same genitals you're fondling now, and both of you called it masturbation (and that this bratty kid didn't have to rely on overt sexual rhetoric, internet meme references, redundancy, or excessive parenthetic statements to state her case).
The ironic thing was that said smartass kid considered herself a failed geriatric, which would then make me a glorified mummy at present. Heaven forbid what ancient anomaly I'd end up into three years on.
"...I've been killing my time going over several blog entries, job posts, and broadband/DSL forums. October 4 is not very far away. Soon I'd be residing over my very own flat and experience how it is to pay my very own utility bills and ride the sweaty crowded MRT train with a stored-value ticket. I'm hoping later today Globelines would confirm its service availability in my area, as I'm becoming less and less encouraged to pimp myself out with documents to PLDT just to prove I'm a good paying customer. I'm less worried about a 10-page Rizal paper due this Saturday which I never bothered starting as I am at claiming my updated TIN ID later at the BIR district office, a tricycle and jeepney ride away. October 1 will mark the end of my daytime starvation and nightly food binge, and is exclusively reserved for a friend date with a werewolf. October 8 will mark the end of my unfinished college life and a start of a year or so of money hoarding and soul searching."
- beware of the lurking sappy pun, 25th September 2008
As internet connection is still elusive back at my residence in Winterfell, I'm currently leeching wi-fi connection here at Katipunan, Riverrun, hoping the 102-peso meal would satisfactorily cover for six hours I would have similarly spent on a DOTA-noisy internet cafe. The recent weeks had not been very kind for money hoarding and soul searching. But while my financial future may now be shrouded in a cloud of uncertainty thicker than the early-morning smog I have to endure everyday along the Killer Highway, I'm somehow more confident that what my soul has been looking for wouldn't be so far off.
I better start writing like a geriatric again.