kung hei fat choi!²
since there's no point in attending the last 10 minutes of a subject, i cut anmath1 instead. i'm here now in the ivle lab, supposedly for biocom1, amusing myself with the
happy tree friends while the going's good [this is the only lab with a decent broadband connection].
i forgot to mention that saul lent me a copy of heights [vol. li, no. 1]. it was a good enough read, although the pieces i liked were still in a minority. but don't get me wrong - i'm not an un-fan*; i just like what i like, namely
tipaklong,
family curses,
araw-araw,
natasha blue,
blind,
conversations with sarah, and
flesh like pixels. hey, it's a thick book. i do recommend reading it, though, at least for variety's sake.
i'm again bemoaning the fact that i can't be in two places at once [or five, at least for today]. also that i don't have enough cash to buy that chinese-collar suit i saw at onésimus yesterday. and that my computer can't even shut down without flashing me the blue screen of death. life sucks, as usual.
i'm seriously considering st over ist as my specialization. i don't know why, just that i am. i just hope that trying to break into the gaming industry doesn't turn out to be a dead end - i've had enough of that already.
sige ingat.ü
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un-fan: someone who cannot consider the output of a hated object as anything else but trash. eg: un-fans of cyndi lauper, who have conveniently forgotten that
time after time is her song too.