this is just a return to a turn of events
February 18, 2001 6:01 am

Damn, today was a fun as well as brain-rewarding day. And no, i didn't go online and take the GSAT, although I'd probably get an ego boost from that as well. To paraphrase Calvin,the day was just packed.

On the bad side, my lips around the west-east plane of my oral cavity is killing me cause their about as dry as well, they're just damn dry. I'm also having incessant nasal sediments, which could also be considered as kulangot, only dry and crumbly. Mmm, is that a pretty picture.

I'm chronicling today's events so that I can remember what happened and extrapolate some of the thoughts and ideas that boiled in my head so that I can, in the near future, use them for potential writings, (and less for mere documentation.) 

9:25 A.M. I woke up from a two hour nap to a bitterly cold morning, that wasn't particularly enjoyable since I was clad only in a pair of tie-dye shorts and my 1997 Hong Kong Handover Shirt, which I wear only because a shirt is just a shirt if it stays home. (No, that doesn't mean that my shirts don't exactly undergo matter conversion into something else when I'm outside. But I digress.)

Ben came over to pick up my ever-rusting drums and is planning to give them a purpose in miscellaneous musical projects such as InstaPure. 

I'm only mentioning InstaPure (or any other projects still in dimension Zen) incidentally, and am personally imposing an NDA on particular endeavors among them because I don't want to jinx anybody or myself. I'm not sure if I'll be involved with that either, but in any case, it exists and that's that. 

And I'm not mentioning it either as some stuck-up hint a microcosm of creative work that I am soooo connected to and surrounded by. While I'm at it, I should also talk about my inspired ideas or my so-called artists pals. Hah, hah. 

Unfortunately, this entry I will be mentioning a lot of stuff that alludes to such a microcosm of creativity, that are still in dimension Zen right now, but they are mentioned merely because I am actually interested in them and that they are in existence/planning/Zen-reality quantum conversion, and not because I'm a diary person who has soooo much in the way of personal creative endeavors or others personal creative endeavors around him.

Once again, I digress.

In a moment tinted by my own high-horsed biased/patronizing/ageist brain, as, I dunno, cute, he expressed moderately awestruck amusement at the new crimson job on my scalp. In Ben(TM) words said, "That's cool.", words he should probably own right now down to the intonation. 

He also offered me to join him on a debate seminar at Southridge, which was tempting in a sado-masochist kind of way because I had nothing to do, but I'd only be able to get back home at 4PM, and well, I had to be at Surrounded by Water (an art gallery at EDSA, across the shrine) by 2PM. 

It being 9:30 in the morning, I decided against it. a) I wanted to eat lunch without paying for anything, b) I wanted to play a bit of Oni, and c) I wanted to finish reading some articles. I wanted to do all this and still have enough time to get ready for my commute so that I'd be out by 1 PM.

12:43 P.M. Garbed in a pale green tee, beige slack semi-pajama pants, and a jacket of dull blue fatigued flannel, I stepped outside the confines of my residence and tried to catch a tricycle, like I always do.

For some reason, all the trikes are ignoring me, despite the fact that they have more than enough space for me.  Bottle of vinegar that I am, I think to myself, What the hell, it has always been ridiculously easy for me to catch a trike, even when I had blond hair, and now they're ignoring me? What only average schmoes or surface Americans may apply but anyone with enough "'tude" (snort) to have red hair is scratch?

I'm also thinking, there they go, thinking that it must be fun to look at semi-rich trying hip kid try vainly to catch us, so let's drive away and ignore him... tee-hee. I'm just being cranky, of course.

These are, after all, hasty assumptions I'm prone to make when the public transportation plays tag with me. Of course, I'm not exactly being rational, and if not, moderately classist about this, but hey, I can't be expected to stop impulsive inconsiderate thoughts at my data bus and memory pipelines.

I eventually catch the jeep, the bus, as well as the accompanying in-trip movies, which happen to be the last fifteen minutes of the embarassingly cheesy Dungeons and Dragons flick, and Iron Eagle IV, starring Louis Gossett, Jr.

There was also this guy who annoyed me for about three minutes trying to get the attention of the conductor, insistently asking how much it costs to get to Magallanes over and over like, fifteen times when a) the conductor was clearly attending to the fare of other people and b) it was damn well not his turn yet... 

So shut up, wait your turn, ya ain't the only customer and ask the question when he's actually listening to you, ya shethead. It's kind of like being at a restaurant and someone is trying to call the attention of the waiter who is clearly trying to take someone else's order. It doesn't sound like much, but I tell ya, it was really annoying. Needless to say, i wanted to smack him all the way to Reykjavik.

Not that Reykjavik is a bad place to live. I'm just saying that I wanted to hit him very hard.

CORNER OF CULTURE CONSUMPTION

CODED: G.O.D. (Gathering Of Developers) Games' Oni by Bungie Software. (Keicho Kick!)
FILMED: Hard Boiled (directed by John Woo, featuring Chow Yun-Fat and Tony Leung)
WRITTEN: The Inquirer's stupid Lifestyle section. God, I make myself puke.
RECORDED: The Sugarcubes' Stick Around for Joy. DEVO's The New Traditionalists, The Buggles' The Plastic Age.