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Summer is over for bums like me. I don’t know about everyone else but my first day in class isn’t that thrilling. I saw the same faces with the exception to few because some of my “block mates” as everyone addresses it isn’t there to start off. They’re probably somewhere, and “somewhere” means inside a mall, lover’s house, friend’ house, party, a club or other places that is considered cool and hip sociable. I don’t give a heck about it actually as I like my life without those amusements. Back to the topic. I went with my friends all the way throughout the whole entire day. Same goes as usual; we attended classes and ate our lunch. Since St.Paul University is full of quality entertainment that we all can trust, we killed ourselves out of boredom. It’s unexpectedly hot today and that added to our annoyance. The air-conditioning was working except for one itsy-bitsy problem; the air coming out of our air-con was hot as me hell. I really want some enjoyment and that’s the least thing I could ask for.
After three subjects were done we head back to our computer lab where everybody can kung-fu fighting! (This means everything goes as our computer subject has no rules whatsoever.) I slept a little and listened to some lectures and watched our teacher do some nifty magic tricks. I was amused for a second, which was about 1.5 second, until my boredom strikes again. When my class was over I rushed to V.Mapa (take note, we went to SM not to that red building) to be with my girl (OOOHHH YEAAAAH!) and the rest was history.
Lesson Learned? Boredom produces boring posts.
cEsTlalalalaVIE!
Wouldn’t it be nice if we can perfectly be the person that we really and truly want to be? Have a perfect family, live in the perfect house, drive your dream car with your perfect girlfriend/boyfriend along with you, have the money to buy every inch of your humanly desires, have the perfect body and have the perfect looks to accommodate it. We all want to be inside a comic book or a fairy tale and rescue the damsel in distress from the witch or a dragon. We all want to be the one who’s grinning when “The End” comes and say that we did have a happy ending. We all want perfection, but this world of ours is far from being perfect.
From my perspective, I too dream of a perfectly normal life in a sense that being normal is the epitome of excellence. I like to see people that are living their lives normally. They don’t need much money to accompany their everyday needs and they certainly don’t need adult magazines to satisfy their “other” necessities. I think that it’s rather nice to have people around you doing stuff that are less extraordinary, for instance, having a conversation to solve problems. This morning, as I was about to have breakfast, I was watching T.V (having this poker face which is normal) and I tuned in on this news/morning variety program. They interviewed the two most important men in the company which supplies our everyday electricity. I started to wonder why those two men hates each other throats so much that they were literally shouting their opinions and demanding that their sides are the truth of all the trade. They were talking, and occasionally yelling, at the same time. Conversations are normally meant to solve problems in a nice and cozy way. However, the conversation I watched this morning was all out weird and not in any way whatsoever “Godknowswhat!” normal…
Maybe it’s human nature as we speak. We pummel and eat and mate simultaneously and in the end we all die and rot and we are eaten by a bacteria of some sort and finally we will be a waste of those bacteria that ate our flesh, life sure is good.
When I think about life not being normal to me it makes me slouchy and lazy. Probably I hate facing and having difficulties in my own life. I just want to go to sleep and stay being asleep or just disappear or even die but dying and disappearing is such a hassle so I think I’m gonna scratch those ideas.
To be exact, I like living normally and having 3 or 5 normal meals a day. I consider myself normal even though I don’t take drugs, drink alcohol and smoke. I like to have normal but informative conversations. I like to see people doing things in a normal fashion. I don’t have that perfect car to drive yet but I think being able to ride public vehicles and other transportations isn’t that bad. I still want to hibernate to escape our perfectionist society and I still don’t like the idea of dying and being eaten by other organisms. I don’t think conspiracies exist but I believe in bad luck. But if ever conspiracy do exist then welcome to the NHK (that’s the worst way to end a post).
Ce’st La Vie
Say it ain't so...