P l a n e t C h a i r
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introspector dammit,
doot-doodoot-doodoot-doot-doo!
I ventured out today to make my way to my former college, a full 1.5 hour commute from Paranaque to Ortigas so i could acquire my transcript of records (now indelibly stained with dirt that could only come from a shoddy academic record), which I need if I am to transfer to any other college. Incidentally, I still haven't had all my clearance papers signed, so I am still technically a student of that university, albeit one who isn't allowed to take any classes. I can however, loiter in the promenade and the courtyard and make offensive comments antithetical to university philosophies (with no fear of getting myself slapped silly by the administration. Turns out however, that they didn't complete my transcript so I'm going to have to come back tomorrow anyway. Damn. The trip was not a complete waste however. I did end up hanging out with my two unabashedly politically incorrect friends, Raul and Vincent. Hey, good friends are hard to find, and politically correct ones even harder, so I take what I can okay? Another day of wonderful urban traipsing. I'm pissed that I didn't get to bring a camera, cause I'm really in an artsy-fartsy mood this past month, and i really wanted to well, camera some things. But then my brother apparently has a "higher" reason for using the camera, so he has it this week. I get the feeling he considers my demand for a camera as just another moment of caprice as opposed to anything serious, but then again I recall him saying that my sabbatical from college is a "time to relax" and to "think seriously about what I'm supposed to be doing." Like I need five months to "think", I'd rather "do", thank you very much. But seriously, I hate the fact that so many people consider these months as idle time. I'd rant on, but I'll save it for another entry. In the meantime, I'll digress from this digression and back to another chronicle of events. Anyway, these guys are about as heterosexual as a um... a heterosexual. (Pardon the dumb metaphor, we can't always be clever now, can we?) Which means one of the significant conversation threads involved the devolution into hormonal blah blah. What that means is that Raul's complaints on all the girls who hate him or are afraid of him, or why he can't get any love comes up, as well as the unending soap opera that is Vincent's relationship with Bennett. Measuring and comparing my social life to theirs feels pretty pathetic. Actually, the two of them have really pathetic social lives, but when I examine my actions I'm beginning to actually accept Emode tagging me as an Observer, despite the fact that the site itself is in my opinion less accurate a personality profiler than Spark. People tend to think I'm rather gregarious and loud, but simultaneously cranky, irritable and high-strung. All in all, the basic components that make half the Leos I know. Since I obsess over the introspection of my own (as well as other people's) personality traits, I've come to the conclusion that I've only reached this Observer state as a result of my past and have come to be less involved in human beings than I used to be, content with being the spectator of everyone's lives. Which is probably why I almost always hang out with no more than two other people (and preferably no less). I am also inexplicably surrounded by people's love lives as well, which means I seem to be content to live life with two people sucking face while I smoke. Not that it is necessarily a bad thing or that I'm jealous (the nonchalance I have about not developing my own romance life is something that confounds everyone), it just seems a rather odd occurence, is all. Okay, Now I feel really stupid saying all this. Some stupid idiot just drag raced outside along El Grande. I think he was one of those dunderheads with a mega lowered car (probably equipped with a killer bass sound system) because his car made a loud scraping noise that probably came from contact between the speed bump and his chassis. Ayan kasi, pa drag race drag race ka sa El Grande, naka lowered naman ang kotse mo. Sino ang gago? There are about eight cats outside having sex again. Why can't cats keep quiet while they have sex like dogs do? CORNER OF CULTURE CONSUMPTION
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