adventures of a couch potato

sept 01
angels and demons
the past few has been a mosaic of theorems, proofs and realizations. to my delight and eventual dismay. some are so full of themselves and of others that bestowing titles with seemingly plausible criteria had become a habit. a very bad habit. some sobresaliente spelled cuba with a Q. it makes me so darn glad to be titled alumnus. xiexie ni men. she smiles, walks and talks like an angel but it all boils down to fierce profit. maybe that's how things ought to be done. i learned a thing or two there. xiexiexiachie.

sept 09
days of lemony snicket
i'm entitled to one idiot day per three hundred sixty-five days. this curse (of the many hexes performed by the Almighty or its counterpart) made me do an ops boo boo. but i did concoct a reverse spell. hope the damn thing works and updates in twenty four hours. or else, i could end up dead.

sept 09
sands
those were all my happy moments. however fleeting and trivial. i recall them, eyes closed, with a rush of blood to the head and a faint smile. with eyes closed to recreate a mental moving picture. these are forever to me. vivid and real in every rerun. to you, they are fleeting like a gusting wind. trivial as dried leaves. need i remind you of its existence on this humid tired september night? minutes earlier, i have stooped so low to do just that. i am so hating you right now. On second thought, thank you for keeping me out of trouble, time and again. I’m sorry if I got you in trouble instead. You’re a worse liar than I am.
Anyway, shen je kuai le.

Sept 15
perils of a dial-up mechanism
there’s nothing left to write other than the same hollowness of this hapless status. I tried to seek refuge from my chapel. It had the same holy humidness at three in the afternoon. Stuffy and immaculately clean. I had a grand time slouching. Even nice catholic girls have a dark side.