Basically there are only two things I like about THE "summer break" one is I've given myself quite a reward by having this break from those demanding school works and two is simply the sun's scorching heat. Well, the latter is a bit weird since I guess everybody dislikes the heat this freakin' summer has exuded at least to those who haven't had even a peso in their 'coin purse' to make up for this heat through a serial purchase of that tube-like pack of ice candy and that includes me of course 'cause summer means 'no school' and 'no school' means no allowance. It's just that I prefer extreme summer heat over heavy rains 'cause ever since, I've observed that it's been a rarity for a tropical country like ours to get some good climate that's just in between and I would have preferred that.  Yeah, I'm that weird besides I don't give a precious damn 'bout my chicken adobo-colored skin tone since there's been no available space to roast this skin even a little darker. I admit, just like everybody else at least to those who're within my age bracket, that it's been way BORING having this usual summer lifestyle of cyclical eating-sleeping habit but I don't know again, I just prefer this kind of sloppy habit over 'cramming up' and at the same time screwing myself a night before Finals. I'm that weird hehe. And I've just given my patented slacking lifestyle a culminating activity through this popular yearly break. But it doesn't mean that I'll never do something 'productive' this break, definitely this is one hell of a chance to feed my mind in a less-stringent way with non-Accounting stuffs by reading non-Accounting books/magazines or watching a sissy DVD series of One Tree Hill to increase my EQ(Emotional Quotience). I've really wanted to watch Prison Break but I do a lot of 'nursing' to my brain, so I'm now giving it a privileged hibernation for a month or two. Of course, all these wouldn't be complete without a daily ritual of watching Wowowee to increase my AQ(Adversity Quotient), but you might ask why the hell this is related to going through tough times like a NO Palawan get-away. Yeah I guess you've got it, to combat those loneliness and shit hehe. But I would still give myself a headache by answering those beginner Sudoku puzzles 'cause I just couldn't accept the fact that my genius friend Mai does a better job than mine. But most of them are still plans, some are work in progress and you MIGHT be interested 'bout what I've been up to these past days of 'no school.'

First, I thank the good Lord, I didn't take a 'retake' of IAC3. I'm feeling so blessed everytime I've hurdled something colossal in nature like getting through the cut-off and passing the whole thing despite the fact that I'm not really on this course. And You're letting out a grateful grin on my face, really, while whispering a thought like this, "God, I really DO deserve this, don't I?" Hehe. Come on, freakin' destiny, you're making me happy 'cause I can see myself n years from now that I'll become a big time CPA in God's time. I've reaped more than half of the signs hehe, at least in my perspective which is very much open to misreading. But I still don't know if I'll pass Law 'cause despite my lucrative investment I put on my prelim grade, I think I have no 'sure' answer in the second part of the Final Test. For one, I really didn't study even the night before for this subject 'cause I was too focused on IAC3 plus the fact that I didn't get an adequate sleep. But, my hope for this is still high hehe. Lately, perhaps due to summer heat, my consumption of my all-time favorite beverage, Coke, has radically increased. This has put me into Coke-addiction to the extent that everytime I buy that favorite beverage of mine at a store just right behind our house, the store owner would say, "Coke?!" even before I open my mouth as if she were a drug dealer or somethin' who's already been familiar with every face of her drug users dealing the same thing. Maybe I'll play around the next time I buy by uttering, "I need Coke-ain." Haha, in fact there's a glass of Coke sitting pretty on a thick Encyclopedia just right beside me. God, my health would start to deteriorate sooner hehe, I wouldn't be surprised. Most of the time, of course, I'm just here sitting in front of my father's laptop reading random stuffs mostly from blogs or making myself appear available online through YM in case anyone wants to have a little chat with me. Or watching a sissy DVD series of One Tree Hill like what I've just shared earlier hehe. Damn, this is again getting long hehe. Friday, March 30, the initial off-shoot of this whole break happened when Pipo, Mai, and I went to Enchanted Kingdom. Want a chronicle account hehe? Read on...

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In my previous entry, I wrote about how I'll nurse my brain by letting it hibernate for a month or two and I guess that really is too much that it'd probably starve my brain to death hehe. So I guess it's quite inevitable for me to feed my brain even this summer break, not really with Accounting stuffs but at least equal to them and reading a novel seemed enough. I've just finished off, just last night, reading J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye. Truth is, I'm not fond of reading novels. Yes, I do read a lot but novels take the comfortable back seat. I'd rather catch them in a big screen than strain my eyes reading the whole thing. Besides, who wouldn't prefer a plot-assed literature to go into exhilarating motion? Hehe. But of course, there's no rule without exceptions. The general rule is I'm not into fiction depicted by most novels. There's one time when my brother bought this Dean Koontz's The Taking but I almost slept while reading it just because the scene I was reading then is raining. In short, it bored the hell out of me! But my only exception is when a novel is so controversial, I'd definitely do what it takes just to get a hold of it. I think even people who're not really into reading ANYTHING would jump off their seats, go to the nearby bookstore, and get a copy of it no matter how much it costs. That's exactly what I did when I got my copy of arguably the most popular book of the 21st century, Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code. As far as I can remember, it only took me a day to finish the whole thing off, talking 'bout page-turner books, no one can argue that this book is one of them. The Catcher in the Rye is also included in that elite rack. For one, it's one of the most famous literary works of the 20th century. I first got to know that this book has been 'challenged' just because the Chapman guy who murdered John Lennon was caught carrying this book while he was being arrested. And boy did I get curious. Just what the hell is in this book that triggered a psycho like Chapman to murder a famous musician? Perhaps if I get to read this book I'd also be pushed to murder that Boulevard guy who's running for Councilor, I believe, at a little town of Hagonoy just because he's one royal nuisance with a complete white cowboy attire and all. Hehe. The only difference is I'm no psycho and perhaps people of Hagonoy would even rejoice at me after doing the deed haha. JOKE, I'm no bad. Well, what I've found out in this Salinger book is that Holden Caulfield, the novel's protagonist, is an unreliable narrator. He's simply unreliable because he's basically mentally challenged. Swear! He dislikes almost everything in the world. He likes one thing though and that is to become the catcher in the rye. Haha. It's for you to find out, I wouldn't spoil anything hehe. Thing is, this lanky-looking guy is strange. But this book is damn awesome at least to me, no doubt it's been popular to the extent that it's been part of the high school curricula at least in many English-speaking countries. Awesome to me because it's philosophy and psychology combined, to my perspective ha? Hehe. And that kind of combination is my freakin' weakness just like a can of rootbeer and a slice of pizza. And if you give me that kind of book, I'd really love you forever haha. It has major themes that depict social issues, most appropriate for teenagers. And I end there. I'm not in the mood to write a review or something hehe.

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Just a couple of days ago while I was washing dishes, a grave misfortune happened.  Right after I had emptied the bowl to drain the water deep down from the surface of the sink, the water just wasn't submerging rapidly like normal deep down through it.  Naturally that time, I thought there must be a huge filthy something somewhere down the pipes, clogging up the graceful flow of water.  And so I did what I thought was necessary and that is to find my untapped worth hehe.  I don't know, I just felt that I was more than an Accounting-textbook kind of guy and so I tried to shift myself, all of a sudden, from being a person who had a mind filled with gibberish theories into being a guy who's also good at fatherly hands-on.  So I proceeded to fix the clogged sink all by myself while my hotheaded-slash-co-equal(ehehe) father was away paying respect for the departed in Samar.  Without even quickly studying the structure of the pipes bolted together, I impatiently disengaged the first short pipe right beneath the sink's strainer.  I tried as hard as I could to unclog this pipe from those filthy food residues and continued to unclog the longer pipe just right beneath the first short pipe with a long kitchen tool I just don't know what it's called, not even sure if it really was a kitchen tool or not hehe.  Anyway, I disassembled the first short pipe without using even a conventional pliers, I think it musn't be a pliers but what the laymen call teeth.  So I just twisted the glaring nut with my bare hand until the whole thing was unlatched.  I even forced to pull this pipe from its sealed state showing how anxious I really was to get a piece of those fishy remains and unclog them out of the peaceful sink I happily brush my teeth at once a week(ehihi).  So after that dumb plumbing show was finally over, I decided to get a 'test run' by draining a bowl of water from the sink's strainer to hell I care!? provided the flow of water should be rapidly graceful, without any trials it might face down the pipes that is.  Unfortunately, it didn't drain well, it was still freakin' clogged.  In short, my first plumbing prowess was nothing but a freak show.  I prematurely gave in and finally decided to get the first short pipe back the way it was before.  BUT DAMN the second misfortune shortly happened.  Our sealant that also coats "pores" on pipes/roofs to prevent leaking(aka Vulcaseal) had f*ckin' DRIED UP for a long time!  Wahhh!  So it was no longer usable.  Yet I used it anyway out of sheer stupidity, but as expected, it didn't work.  In short, I disengaged this pipe without even bothering to know if there would be a USABLE sealant to mend it back on.  As a result, our sink basically leaked like a beaming baby showering some yellow blessing!  Here's a lonely dose of truth, I only made things worse 'cause before this whole freak show happened, our sink wasn't even leaking a teaspoon, it was even clogged for Christ's sake.  Talkin' 'bout an 'exit plan' I hadn't thought over before taking my first plunge on basic plumbing hehe, here it is, perfectly.  The exit plan I was talking about that I should've thought over is simply checking out if there's a sealant, at least usable enough, to touch the pipe up as it was before.  I blame my absent-mindedness for this grave misfortune, sometimes I'm not only impatient but absent-minded as well.  Anyway, "exit plan" is the word for the day.  Truth is, I even like the sound of that word more than its relatively-unknown philosophy behind.     

Many people, I just suppose, see this world as nothing 'heaven' but just an immense barless confines.  But these people who do think so can be so aware of the fact that they just got themselves into somewhere they badly want to get their asses off yet they just can't.  Many people, I so suppose, had got themselves into careers they don't enjoy pursuing even a little further at least if not given a more attractive choice or into relationships with randomly-complicated people they had no other choice but to somehow get into everyday.  Because of this, countless have been so lonely grimacing at a distress being stuck in one's freakin' rut and having glued a foot but had no other choice but to glue the "other" to make it even.  Trying to find their way out yet in the end, they'll just get used to it.  But being "used to it" would still be not as comforting 'enough' as you might think it is.  Because the only perfect blueprint to avoid living in this perspective called barless confines is to design a good exit plan.  Thinking of an exit plan first before making any move.  Before a critical event in life is put onto surface, we should be learning to lay-out all the possibilities.  Socratic questions to be thrown at one's nut like these might help: What if it fails?  What if I get tired?  What if it doesn't pay all the bills?  What if I just cannot bear the whole thing in the end?  What if it just gives me the creeps or misery?  What if a usable sealant could no longer be found(hehe which I plainly hadn't laid-out)?  Do you have any alternatives in mind or do you simply have an exit plan if anything turned out NOT the way you steered it to be?!  You should HAVE.  If we are seeing ourselves f*ckin' tired, being trapped inside a fierce cycle shoving rolls of film everday, putting hotdogs inside a pack in a factory, and in a deep sense, chasing unknown insanity and wandering aimlessly around, we should have thought over first  even the nastiest among all possibilities, time-warped our ass ahead of time.  I guess the only good exit plan if this happens is to find a single powerful reason why we're in it and be content with it or to find something sturdy for us to hold on even forever.     

I admit that the moment I tried to pull that first short pipe apart from the sink, I had no "exit plan" if anything goes wrong.  I didn't even check first, before unplugging that pipe, if we had some sealant at the back of our house.  So as I was rattling my ass out trying to get things done before my mother came, I was left with no other choice but to just wait for my father to come back home and surrender the horrendous task I did to him.  Without any good exit plan, without finding any reason why the sink still clogged despite the traditional unclogging procedure I did, without someone like a plumber looking over to clean the whole mess up, my ass is on the line for a festive roast.  My father came back home from Samar and the first thing he did the moment he stepped on the floor of our house was to fix the sink and to my amazement, succeeded without a drop of sweat.  I've found out just lately the thing I should've done to ultimately make the sink unclogged.  And I got a huge lesson that I'm even finding myself typing this whole experience here in this nook and here it is.

Despite the overkill Coke consumption I've been getting this summer break and the beyond-the-normal-range "shoot up" of my text credits expenditure that's been going way through the ceiling of my parents' budget, I just don't know if I'll get out sane of this break by the time a new school year starts in months' time.  Truth is, I've been starting to taste the bitter effects of summer boredom.  The scorching heat that this freakin sun's radiating has been way too aggravating, getting on my nerves, though I categorically prefer this over heavy rains, as I once shared to you in one of my entries.  But I believe I didn't explain the reason well, at least a serious one.  Well, the weather has a great psychological impact on me.  When it rains, it pours haha joke   Seriously now, when it heavily rains, this very weather coincides with my mood, so if a rainy season gives off gloominess, so do I.  To the extent that I would just feel frailty enough not to move out from the coziness of my nude bed and just whistle out a sad tune.  And the same thing goes with a sunny season, my energy, for this season, would really go to its fatal level perhaps even to the point of calling a snooty yet cute fast food employee by her name courtesy of her flashy name tag pinned on her uniform.  But anyone hates extremes, don't we?  And the heat's so much, isn't it?!  In fact, the sun has angrily been emitting heat, toasting the innocence of the soil, frying the living daylights out of us, skyrocketing Rexona's profit, padding up the misery in a jam-packed train exchanging sweats sometimes at a loss and all.  And I just hate it.  Our room which my brother and I share has no air-con set up to tell you the truth, we only share a single electric fan and what's worse is that this sole electric fan we've been splitting up evenly to ourselves which doesn't even spin well has been there since we were both still in grade school and I still was wetting my shorts in the middle of the night while asleep.  But of course, it would have been way impossible for us to sleep sound every night if we had simply let that happen.  So the room right beside our stinking room is the master bedroom, and there's an air-con there, and every night when we all decided to sleep, we just turn the "exhaust fan" on from our parents' room and a tolerable percentage of the cool air my parents are selfishly enjoying would drain off upon us, brothers hehe.  But most of the time, I sleep so late, sometimes even when the morning sun's about to rise and chances are, since my parents set the air-con to timed, the air-con's UP by the time I finally decided to take a snooze.  And I'd have no other choice but to rely on the only oldest fan, still working at its more than 50% but less than 100% capacity, I know my entire life.

Hey readers, I've just got a highlight of my life to share hehe   I think it was on Monday, just this week, when I finally took out all the courage I've got in me to sit on a barber seat and utter these words to the barber I've been waiting for SO long to pronounce, "Cut the chaotic crown out of my freakin' head clean, you peasant!"  And I injected a quick remark, "Cut it to skin-head besides I would be bald like my father in God's time and I don't like mercy killing or prolonging this f*ckin' suffering!"  The barber just reciprocated my clever "churn-out" with a confused grin hehe(note I just made the script out to be funny, but yeah I said those, at least the gist, I have to say this 'cause sometimes people might take my writing style damn seriously, and in turn, regard me as one hell of a smug haha).  So I was there sitting on a barber seat fiercely gazing at the mirror ready to be electrocuted.  It was one highlight simply because it really was my first time to get that kind of batang-city-jail hairstyle.  My classmates once forced me to get my messy hair skin-head just to mark a freakin' impression for our GA performance.  But I just declined.  And just this Monday, I took that haircut without force acted upon yours truly.  So the whole pressure emanated solely from me.  I know you're dead curious about how RC looks like this time wahaha   Here's how, on the jump:

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