After uploading reCAPCHA, I thought I would no longer be seeing spam, but they are a persistent lot.
I have been pushing thoughts out of my head. Been at home for the past two days, maybe to relax, but the irritation of the hot weather is getting to me. I want to watch more movies.
I decided to watch a couple of DVDs at home. I found a DVD of Postgrad starring Alexis Bledel. I liked her when she was at Gilmore Girls, that chick TV show, understand that I had no social life some time in my youth (and it was a freaking good TV series). Much to my disappointment, the movie was awful.
Two days ago, I went to this book signing event by one of my favorite writers, I thought I would be speechless, giddy or be something, like those other people who do ridiculous things when in front of the people they love.
In the end, the whole signing event, the craziness, the irritating people, the disparaging emotions that came precedent to an anticlimactic conclusion, I was glad that I’ve put up with it. Not totally a disappointment, but more of an experience that I learned a lot from. This might be the last book signing I’d go to, or the last in a long time.
It’s not the writer’s fault. I just realized that for many reasons, I did not belong there. I am unlike them, the crowds that went.
About two years ago, I realized that she loved me.
I went to my to finish my clearance in my first job and gave a mouthful to the HR. I stayed for the night in her apartment, while she goes to work that evening. I hardly slept that night.
She came home that morning, with a modest breakfast, two packs of pancit canton and bread rolls. I remember seeing how happy she was, I still have a mental image of her smiling.
So I bought Php 2,279-worth of books from Fully Booked, so that I can get a sign-up pass for that Neil Gaiman event on March 18. I still think that the one-time, minimum 2,000-pesos, single-receipt purchase of Neil Gaiman books is still too much. I thought I won’t participate in anything as commercialized like that, but I guess having missed all the Neil Gaiman events in the past.
I think I am actually doing Neil (like close?) a favor. I am sure that most people there are spoiled rich kids who are not real fans, a bunch of people who just participated because they can just tell people that they were there. I deserve to be there; hence, I am broke. So, I decided that I should spend some money on comic books. I have most of his books already, darn! At least Fully Booked is stocked with a selection of items I still don’t have.
I decided to buy The Tragical Comedy or Comical Tragedy of Mr. Punch, The Books of Magic and Odd and the Frost Giants (which I gave Meow in celebration of our 23rd month-sary).
I saw this girl yesterday on the way home, I did OT again (one that I am beginning to be sick of), when I saw this pretty girl in the jeep. She was pretty, but she could have been beautiful. She had pretty eyes and nose, but there is something wrong. She was pleasant-looking but her beautiful eyes were too small in contrast to her larger nose. It’s not that her nose was big, it was too big for her eyes.
She had eyes like for the chinita types, but it was too big for her nose (that was very Filipino, a Filipino nose in a nice way). It is funny how we are all made to think of standards, maybe she is beautiful in some cultures. And I blame globalization.
We have talked about beauty in length last weekend, maybe suitable for another post.
I saw episodes of The Wonder Years sometimes on the Hallmark channel.
In the episode I saw, Kevin Arnold is partnered with weird girl Margaret, the unpopular type that we all have in school. He realized she’s pretty cool even if “She asks too many questions, has a pet bat, and wears her hair in three pig tails (because you never know when you’re going to need a hair tie)”1 .
I sometimes wonder why the world has come to be the way that it is. Like, who needs a college education when doing the things that many of us do? I think the diploma is just a reassurance for the companies that we are not idiots.
I think I want to be back in the time when we are trained my a master craftsman, be a novice and work your way up until you get to be called a Master, because you have become worthy.
We work then we see a large deduction on our pay slip, ridiculously large coz the government feels we need to pay that much for being a Filipino. I am enjoying being a Filipino right now.
I am happy that people still find me creepy. I was singing that Black Eyed Peas song absentmindedly, tonight’s gonna be a good night! Yeah, I was that withdrawn. Corporate life makes you do things you don’t normally do.And it creeped out my (sort-of) communist seatmate. I think it’s because I used my from-the-grave voice, which I was not deliberately doing. Hahaha!
So apparently, I have not lost it yet. I thought I was beginning to be one of them.
I hate a lot of people right now. I hate Vice Ganda. I don’t know why people in facebook are all of a sudden fans of Vice Ganda, I don’t know what good she ever did? Really. All she did was made an insipid defense (actually lame rebuttal, which is not even a real rebuttal) against Rosanna Roces’ comments against teachers. FB makes me see the sick and twisted minds of people who are fans of Jason Ivler. It is not much different from worshipping Charles Manson. You sick, sick people!
Because we do not own a router, I have to wait in queue for my turn to use the internet while my bratty sister was in her typical cranky self. Storming to my room, I decided to continue reading TH White’s Once and Future King, left unfinished for a week or so.
Bad-tempered at first, I then got lost in the world of fantasy and enjoyed reading about Merlyn’s wisdom, Queen Morgause of Lothian and her other enchanted sisters, of the Old Ones and the early years of Arthur’s rule.
JD Salinger is dead at age 91 on January 27, 2010. He was the writer of “The Catcher in the Rye,” a cult favorite of sorts that I have mixed feelings about.
I once took a Facebook quiz on which literary character you are, it came out with Holden Caulfield. Nak ng –!I am not like Holden Caulfield. It killed me. Do I strike you to be the type of guy who complains a lot, and has all this angst against the world? I am not like that! Do you see me complaining that way?!
Okay.
I read The Catcherwhen, I think, I was in college. I was young but not that young that I have already a good grasp of who I am, which is probably one of the reasons that the book did not hit me as hard as others. I liked Franny and Zooey better.