guilty pleasures

I've just spent an ample amount of moolah purchasing books that I've been drooling over since last year. I'm consciously aware that I'm short on my budget but this is one of those rare what-the-heck moments that could happen in one's life. For sure, I'll be eating crackers for dinner in the coming weeks. Or perhaps I could do with peanuts. And, If worse comes to worst, I'm just gonna have eat my neighbors cat - yummy.

Well, these are the pesky little buggers:

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Now I'll have to spend the next couple of days waiting in breathless anticipation for the pesky little buggers to arrive. Damn pesky little buggers.

This is one of the things that makes me sit in front of my computer and mope around like an idiot

I'm not good at remembering things. More specifically, special occasions. It's my dad's birthday today and I almost forgot. "Almost" being the operative word because - by some freak of nature - I didn't. I guess sending him a happy-birthday-SMS-message approximately six hours before the day ends is better than actually forgetting his birthday and having to greet him the day after. But still, I feel a bit guilty.

I've done THAT(forgetting somebody else's birthday) to my sister two years ago. Well of course, she was all "No, it's okay! Really." to me - even though I forgot her birthday and greeted her two days after. I'm pretty sure she felt bad. However, she didn't want me to feel bad just because she felt bad. That's why she said what she said. Which in turn, made me feel really guilty about the whole thing.

It's a good thing that THAT didn't happen again this time.

Nostalgia?

I just got off from a cab where the cab driver was playing the Nirvana Unplugged album. So basically, it was a Nirvana marathon all way here (I'm in an Internet cafe right now). I didn't mind because - overplayed as it was back in the days - it reminded me that I was once a teenager who was angry at the world for no apparent reason.

Come to think of it, I still feel that way sometimes.

my first this year

I have a feeling that this year is going to be different and it starts with having a mentally challenged blog post that starts with I-have-a-feeling-that-this-year-is-going-to-be-different.

I'm tired so I'll just blurt things out as I go. It's been seven days since January 1. I feel that I must have one of those happy-new-year post or something similar.

I've been busy "doing stuff" lately. It's nice because I get to break out from my usual routine, namely: take a bath, brush teeth, eat, excrete wastes, go to work, stare at my monitor for 8 hours, go home and then sleep (Put that in a loop that goes on for about six years and you get a breif history of my life here in Cebu). Basically, "doing stuff" tranlates to anything that doesn't fit into the "usual routine", which, sooner or later would be just another "usual routine". Wow.

I live in an apartment. There are five of us - that includes me. I have to say that I live among very interesting human beings. I used the word "interesting" because it is non-offensive but at the same time it rings out a sinister undertone that they're okay but I'm not that fond of them either. The thing is, there'll be two additions this month. So, this means things are going to be more interesting. Yeah... interestingly-chaotic.

Another thing I've noticed is that people like to hand in their Resignation Letters in January. There seems to be no scientific explanation for this phenomenon but you're inner-cubicle-peon-self tells you that it makes sense. Somehow, handing out a Resignation Letter in January gives you some sort of immunity from your boss' wrath.

Well, that's it so far - the first seven days of 2008.