Nothing much except I'm bored and procrastinating and craving for a drink. Last two critical weeks of school right now. Two exams and one paper this week. Two exams and two papers next week. Two more papers after that. And yet I have the gall to blow my energy on a treacherous mountain¹ this weekend. OH HAPPY JOY FUNNNN.XD All papers will be submitted late. Who cares about grades? Mountains and friends and liquor² are more important!:p

Climbed Mt. Pinagbenderahan last week with just me and Mindtwist. Creepiest climb we've had. Complete silence besides them insectivores, plus bigass centuries-old trees, caves and slippery holes here and there, and no view. It was part of the World War II where the Philippine, Japanese, and American flags were hoisted. Mindtwist had the creeps that someone was following him. Some invisible bugaboo even mounted on his backpack. Holy shitzzz. Then seafared to Alabat Island and camped on the shore. Might as well count that as our second anniversary celebration. Vinci celebrated his birthday on the day of our anniversary. Free booze and more ghost stories. Everywhere I go there's just more of them. Is this country filled with ghosts? Vinci's neighboring house has a harmless doppelganger innit. Funny. Rents raked down low but people just kept moving out right after moving in. My sister found me a doppelganger last week. I was brushing my teeth while dripping wet with a towel wrapped around my body in the bathroom when she saw me walk out the gate. She rushed to the bathroom and shrieked, "HOLY FUCKING SHIT I JUST SAW YOU OUT THE GATE YOU WERE WEARING BLACK AND WAS CARRYING A BOOK I SWEAR IT WAS YOU..." and so forth. My eyeballs rolled towards her freaking out then at the mirror with me brushing my teeth then at her freaking out repeating her lines over and over like I didn't hear her. Twenty minutes later I went out the gate in the same manner without realizing it: wearing black and carrying a book. That must've been the future me.

If there's one thing H.G. Wells' The Time Machine taught me, it's how space and time are intricately smashed together such that one can freely move along space as much as in time. Taken from the vantage point of String Theory, there's no such thing as time. It's just one of those eleven dimensions--past, present, and future balled into one and are happening simultaneously right now and we don't even know it. We're the Flatlanders in the world of two dimensions. Everybody else is playing peekaboo in the other dimensions. Can ghosts exist scientifically? Are they mindless phantoms from the other dimensions (or other parallel universes even) leaking into ours?

I am in love with Shakespeare. But I love Kurt Vonnegut more. ♥

Must read all Vonnegut books this summer. I've read about five of his novels and each just wouldn't stop blasting me off to space. He's one of those humanist atheist satirists from the fifties who disembowels authority and tradition and grants his readers an answer to this shit-ridden world: LOVE. In an existential universe all we need is love.:p I mean really. And prolly a lot more of fucking.

Angel's handing me her Philip Dick's The Man In The Hight Castle this weekend at the climb. The book I've been looking for for years. Dick's books are expensive, mind. One Dick book equates to about six or seven Asimov books, given Dick books are brand new and Asimov secondhand. What do Dick books look like?XD Contrary to popular belief, they look like horse balls.

I are zombific. Har, zombific.XD

Doomsday should come near so everybody can stop working and start living. I love Toby Litt's Adventures in Capitalism. Parody of the capitalist society. After winning the Lottery, Brian decides to believe in all advertisements. He responds to all ads, buys all the different brands of every product, sees all films and plays and exhibitions, subscribes to all investments and insurance policies (health, life, car, home), travels everywhere brochures tell him, then buys more shit to repair the shit the previous shits created. Calls his mother pretentious, not his mother, his pseudoquasimother, who phones over and over and stalks him around. Then he gets stuck at some remote backward town of China after getting lured by a vacation brochure. He gets paranoid running amok searching for ads to tell him what to want. Funny absurdist satire, this.:p Then again, most readers just go WTF just like how they do with Samuel Beckett's Waiting For Godot. The latter is a WTFbooksrsly. It's just either you get it or you don't. If you don't then sucks to you that is your problem.XD

I'll be writing a play about a banana next week. Banana in the limelight. Everybody ranting and raving and loving and hating and criticizing this banana. It's a literal, normal-sized, healthy looking banana and nothing else. What is up with the banana? It will be entitled "The Banana".XD Creative, isn't it.

¹ Mt. Amuyao at Batad, Ifugao.

² Cocktail of Ginebra Gin, Gran Matador, tequila, and, err, what's that gin with Angelica Panganiban and the serpent and the apple innit? The gin that never kicks.XD My classmates from Philo class got smashed with it, swimming in their own vomit at the bar in Corregidor Island. Idiots. Professor said everyone should experience getting smashed and sleeping in their own pool of vomit in Corregidor Island. Arr.

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