I am depressed as shit as a depressed platypus would be.XP I need sparks and fireworks of ideas in my head. Ever since school started I'm always ngarag and poopybrained and zombified, half awake and half asleep and half hungry and half drunk and half farty.

Life should all be just about hiking earth's pimples, brachiating over trees, roaming around half-covered with animal hide while dragging animal corpses which would serve as my fridge.XP

I want to do away with urban living. I say:

Fuck you, Industrial Revolution.
Fuck you, steam engine.
Fuck you, civilization.
Fuck you, television.
Fuck you, dreamland MTV.
Fuck you, processed food and instant everything.
Fuck you, Globe and Smart and Sun Cellular.
Fuck you, progress, development, bigger, better, faster, cheaper.

I'd be better off as an intelligent internet-wired space monkey.

I hate them lung-hazard airful of smoke I breath every second of every minute of every day. I hate them traffic-addled streets and them blasting sound systems and them omnipresent eyesore garbage and bloody fucking ads and billboards and all them fake people everyfuckingwhere.

I just can't help but get depressed with all the phoniness of life.

Everywhere I go everything becomes transparent. The universe is comprised with only two elements: hydrogen and stupidity. And these phony people living their phony lifestyle, I see them transparent vibrating with negatively charged stupidity particles.

What is real, what is true, what is genuine. These I find only from literature, which is fake, made up, fabricated, and what have you, to begin with. From literature and mountaineering, both.

I need to start a Revolution.

And it's going to begin with me writing a book.XP

I miss Stabby!XC

Stabby on me bed.
Huwaaaaaaaahuhuhu. :c

Hiked Mt. Manabu and Mt. Maculot (again) over the weekend!XD It's like shooting two stones with one bird. Harhar.XD

Climbing Mt. Manabu was like trekking Luneta Park. It's prolly the least spectacular mountain I've been to. Well alright I admit, the mountain sucks nipples.XP

Them cloud-capped neighboring mountains.
We hiked at around 4 and reached the peak at 6 am.

Other mountains taking shape by sunrise.

Monkeys on file.

Mt. Maculot, that pigsa mountain we hiked after Manabu.

Another blah view.

Our bags parked at Mang Pirying's Kapeng Barako Haus.
Mang Pirying's this fifty-something virgin with one eye living alone at the slope of the mountain. He sculpted a giant wooden penis and nailed it on his wall for all mountaineers to see. Har.XD

First time I climbed Maculot as a freshleg it took me two days to recover from muscle sore. Now both Manabu and Maculot are a walk in the park. A park paved with rocks and boulders, that.XD

I'm sick of minor climbs now. Their challenging veneer has all melted away for me. Har. The yabangnesses.XD What I want are major climbs like Mt. Tarak and difficult ones like Mt. Arayat. And I have yet to conquer Mt. Pulag and Mt. Apo. Tangina kasi wala akong fera. Sucks to me the penniless mountain whore.XP

...and I am valetudinarian. (Boooooooo you sesquipedalian!XP) Colds, cough, flu. Sneeze, sniff, whack, cough.XP I need alcohol and twelve more hours of happysleep. I've swallowed all them tablets from the medicine cabinet and yet I'm still sick as a rotten kamote.

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