just let me vent for a minute. thanks.

so i was just given my work load for this second semester. i love it that i will be handling just one subject - with lecture and laboratory classes to boot! - for the next five months or so BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT ...... i hate my schedule! i get to have 7am classes every freaking day and end at 6pm! plus, my schedule is so broken that i have 2/3/even 4 hour breaks in between! watdapackisdat??

i am so pissed. i mean, why explain the loading system when it just won't be followed?

i asked for some consideration and i got none. and it's not as if i don't deserve it. i do. i fucking do.

this is crap. absolute crap.

so, should i consider bacolod an option now?

on packing

we pack a lot because we think of "what might be", "what else might happen" during our trip. in doing so, we fill our bags to the brim (and even incur costly excess baggage fees). but if we just pack enough, we travel light and in doing so have enough space in our bags for new stuff, new things that remind us of wonderful memories/experiences we had along the way.

This is the underrated ecstasy—and the tragic paradox—of staying alive: I love getting older, because it allows me to remember things I once needed to learn. I feel like I understand music more today than I did yesterday, and yesterday I understand it more than I did two days ago. But yet, I wonder: Does this understanding only serve to signify that this part of my life is supposed to be over? Is “understanding” an emotional, unserious art missing the point entirely? Maybe. But I can’t stop, even if I should. I’ll always be interested in What The Kids Are Listening To, even as that interest becomes the sonic equivalent of looking at animals inside a zoo. I see a zebra, and I know what it is. But you know what I can’t see? How zebras look to a zebra. And that, I realize, is what matters most.

excerpt from “All the Kids are Right,” Eating the Dinosaur by Chuck Klosterman.

someone told me i've changed

all I could say is that I guess that would be a good thing then, because if I was that same person you met before I guess it shows that I haven’t grown. I know the stuff I do today isn’t what princesskumod a year or two ago would do but let me tell you that I’m responsible enough to know the consequences of my actions and my limits as well :)

great find!!

just FIFTEEN PESOS!!!!

"If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories — science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”

-- Ray Bradbury