Summer's officially over and rainy days that give me gloom are once again, BACK?! Did I enjoy the vacation? Hmmm maybe I enjoyed it here, oh no here, damn it's here. Wherever hehe! An El Nido adventure or a fun ride on a silly-looking banana on Boracay beats NOT the enjoyment I had just staying at home doing an accounting of eye floaters. And every cool geek, like yours truly, can attest to that. It's a good thing that I went to two malls(Trinoma and Market 2x) I had really never gone to before. It wouldn't be possible if it weren't for the comfort our brand-new family car has been providing us. I guess that's an obvious consolation of having a new car amidst the monstrous installment scheme that would surely give us all nothing but monthly sleepless nights or even a nightmare of handing over our affectionate-collateral dogs to the bank that approved our car loan for them to be enslaved and coerced to sniff bombs in Basilan despite the flu. And I don't want our dogs to be blown away that way. I can only imagine, what a horror! I bought a new pair of leather shoes at Trinoma(the pronoun's not really "I" since I still financially depend on my parents and don't you ever dare ask my age, ok?hehe). It's a big relief to me since before vacation started, I had shamelessly walked around the university campus wearing a wretched pair of shoes with the black coating gradually peeling all over the place. Both shoes even have a hole for God's sake and if they were a boat, they would have sunk in a flood. I also bought Coelho's Eleven Minutes(notice the pronoun again) and it's ok so far, I'm not still done with it. In this novel, there's a Filipina prostitute and her character there is something like a wise-ass ho who knows the tricks of the trade and she's the best friend of the main character. I'm not happy at all about her portrayal! For one, it seems that Coelho generalized that a Filipina best suits the character of being a philosopher of contemporary prostitution. And I'm too patriotic to let it pass hehe. Tomorrow, I'll enroll for the first sem of my last academic year. It's my last, at LONG last hehe. So, would I inscribe on a tablet a written promise for myself to get better this coming academic year? I can't define the word "better" well but all I know is that I would still do the things that have magically worked for me and made out a way for my legs to still profusely twitch indicating nothing but sweet survival. If that would involve a little slacking in the mix, then seriously, so be it!

If you've been an avid reader of my blog, I bet you know that I shared in my previous entry that I got accepted as a freelance writer for an online writing firm I find it proper not to disclose the name. So, how have I been doing? You might ask. I believe I'm relatively earning at a quicker rate. That's what I believe which is, of course, subject to a vast misreading. I don't know why?! I already submitted three writing orders and as of this very moment, I have two pending orders(am just waiting for responses from clients to finally get me started) and that's the reason why I've found a gall to blog in between my seemingly tight writing schedule. Again, I don't know why I'm at a quick pace. Every after submission, I'd get another text message from the Admin asking me to check my mail for a new order. But let me sort out why. Maybe because I'm a newbie and it's but a company strategy to flood newbies with steady orders to simply get their asses rolling. Or maybe because in a surprisingly short span of time, my writings have already reflected a promising "more profitable" future for this small company to trail wahaha Just dream on f*ckin' slacker hehe(and play along hehe)! Whatever their reason is, it's not of paramount concern. Like what I said from my previous entry, respect, to me, is my greatest motivating factor and in order to earn it, I must not be selfish and therefore deeply immerse myself in to get a broader glimpse at what this company is really trying to achieve. And now, I'll take my lunch(my stomach's growling) and then a nap to re-energize myself ehehe. 'Til next time amigos.

If I try to lay my existence flat on a continuum, the future and the past rest on both opposite ends. If I lay it on the rightmost extreme, I'd mull over what my future has in store for me and I've been doing this quite frequently. If I lay it on the leftmost extreme, I'd simply flash back to my past and hark back to it and this I do rather intermittent. Then they, my future and my past, lie indeed far opposite to each other, one frequent and the other INfrequent. What lies on the middle? The present, what else hehe? Like everybody else can attest, no matter who you are, the present is mostly a monotonous sequence of reality until you do something that sends you cold and exciting shudders down your spine. In other words which might be clear to us all, it's one's f*ckin' option to put a little zing on a bland cuisine we've been all cooking called life. In my uninteresting existence, it seems that I could barely survive a day without laying my eyes on a computer screen that really has been straining my eyes very badly. But, of course, instinct has never failed to warn me to look away from the searing screen from time to time. Yet sometimes, I'd have no choice but to sit again before the computer screen fixedly to do some freelancing(that's been paying off). And this is how I define "present" to my perspective and it usually gets dull. My big resort: I'd simply lay my ass on either end of the continuum, that is the future or the past. So let me now figure what I'd choose to get away at least temporarily from a dull present.

Thinking about my future, if done frequently like the way I do, is a severe habituated dope! Come to think of this worn-out logic: By thinking frequently about the future, you neither live in the past nor the present. Makes sense to me. To substantiate this further, try to imagine if your psychological process of imagination is cut down from your sense perceptions, mulling over the future is freakin' useless and you'll get no choice but to live a daily boring present. On one hand, reminiscing the past doesn't require you to exhaust yourself through imagining things not yet real. Because aside from the fact that imagining things tends to get a little crazy, the past already happened. The psychological process though to lay my ass on my past is memory. But in a normal case when memory blasts "short" back to the earlier years, I bet you don't only have an amnesia but you're sadly too crippled to stroll your butt down the mushy memory lane. Sometimes, I tend to believe that I had my memory already disturbed with an evidence that I could hardly even remember that Robert Akizuki of the Masked Rider Black had a rider machine known as the Battle Hopper. Come on, he was my favorite superhero during my pre-school days when kids my age then were drooling over the life-sized Superman at a toy store while murmuring this out to myself, "p*tang ina ang checheap nyo!" Haha Just come on, how can I forget the Battle Hopper when, in fact, I named my first bike after it? It's damn unforgivable. I used to ride my first bike while ridiculously wearing a jacket even under the sizzling heat of afternoon sun just to spur "envy" in the eyes of my childhood friends and at the same time, trying to impress them all that I was one hell of a Kamen Rider. We were too meager then for my parents to buy me a complete outfit of a Masked Rider Black. But it was all ok, my black skin tone did suffice.

What the hell is my f*ckin' point in here aside from sharing to you the origin of me being a dork? You might ask. I've been surfing and killing time on YouTube since we got a high-speed Internet connection. It's only on this very day though that I remembered we already have a decent Net connection enough to stream videos of series without snoozing at them aside from the shorter clips like a couple of boxing rounds. All of a sudden, I brought my childhood back to my mind especially that time when I bawled my eyes out because our house helper then didn't let me watch Maskman on IBC 13. Damn you still hehe. So I typed inside the search box(on YouTube) the key words "Masked Rider Black" and I got the results pretty fast. I started to click an interesting episode there when the Road Sector(a cooler rider machine) first appeared. AND DAMN hehe! In a f*ckin' instant, I blasted back to my early days I barely recall and the music playing against the backdrop of the series' opening and ending sequence failed to stop the rhythmic taps the sole of my foot was creating. Then it really helped me recall and realize how I badly miss Maskman and especially Masked Rider Black on TV and I badly want them back replacing that crappy Big Brother haha. The marvels of technology these days would bring anyone to the past vividly but I totally doubt if they would bring you to the future hehe. Need to have a transient walk down your mushy memory lane? YouTube it haha(Woo, I'm gonna get paid for this ad-review wahaha joke).