Wow. I’m done reading The Catcher in the Rye. That bastard! Took me two whole nights to finish. I can’t help comparing it to To Kill A Mockingbird. But definitely, The Catcher was sweeter, but I don’t think it was easier to read.
I heart Holden. Sometimes I pity the jerk. He is so much like me. He must be sorry.
Once, I was disheartened of a lot of things. Life-sucks kind of stuff. I hated everyone. Everything hated me. But damn was I over that! Though sometimes I feel sore, but yeah, there’s gotta be sunrise tomorrow still. So I’m not feeling bad or anything at all.
By the way, I couldn’t move my right thumb. Last night, it can hardly hold a pencil to write. I felt like throwing up. I thought I had some cancer cells stuck on my thumb! Boy, that was real funny to think about in the first place. It depressed me. But only for a while. I ate breakfast, which is quite unusual, but since I couldn’t move my right thumb and it electrified my whole right hand, I had to fill my stomach of something heavy to stop it from turning up.
So you can only imagine how I typed all of these.
Anyway, I observed that I rarely blog these days. I’m fuckin’ bored to blog though I had lots of things to write in my mind. I’d rather curl up and read than sit-up and pound the keypad.
I watched Shrek 3 the other day. It was funny, as usual. I like it.
So here goes my writer’s boredom again. Got to end this. Hmpf.
Yep, I’m a bum. I am jobless [1], couch potato [2], shit [3] and many more [4].
But what the heck. For all I care, I am a UP bum.
Nothing is more flattering than being a UP bum. For once, you (still) belong to the best bums in the country. You are a bum not because you are less capable. You are a bum not because no company likes to hire you. You bum because it can be a choice.
For me, being a UP bum is an obligation. For five years, the Filipino people toiled hard to pay my professors to torture me relentlessly. The tax payers never failed to disburse a part of their hard-earned salary to keep me awake at night with my boring books and on day time, letting me experience the cruelty of some of the hardest exams in the country.
20 something, quarter-life crisis, loss of love, name it, nothing's weird.
