good wood and a wank

a good wank in the head (of course) makes up for lost time.

there's something about novels
that heightens your senses all of a sudden.
like when nibbling an omelette in between pages
you notice the cheese and how unusually sweet this particular one is.

maybe 'cause you suddenly have this urge
to put everything into words.
even the sweetness of this cheese.

norwegian wood is good.
like funny good. i mean seriously.
thank you roommate ansel for leaving it on your bed for me to read without prior consent.

makes this supplementary Dacanay reading easier to read.
the intersection of the rational claim and the sacred claim axes.

today was the start of this song interpretation workshop too.
thank you blueREP for that.

i can't wait for my break in cebu
but i'm not sad at all that i have to go through
some of these other stuff, including my last strains evsem ever, first before
pusu, danggit, and mangoes

i echo calvin and hobbes: the days are just packed.
bumped on Sir Calasanz along katipunan a few hours ago

and his two words i sure hope would come true:
be happy!


to you too.