Losing pens shouldn't be considered normal

I own a lot of pens. Most of them are priced below 10 bucks and a few are pricey. Usually, its the pricier ones that gets lost into the world while the cheaper ones remain forever faithful. So, I finally gave in to my only solution so far:

Buying and using a pencil case. 

I vandalized it using a Sharpie. That is a fish and what used to be a mermaid (now dead and bloated). I lose my pens after I have used them and when I start looking for little holes to put them in. Now, they have a bench whenever they are not needed on the arena so there is a bigger chance I finish a tube of ink.

I take my pens seriously. That is why I think they deserve a green pencil case and a blog post . If you're looking for the best ballpen available in the universe, you can start with Pilot V-ball Grip 0.5 (retractable, I use blue). Please learn to love it. I hate it when things I love go out of production because not enough units are sold.

 No classes today and I'm waiting for inspiration to study.

AKYL

Written last July 25, 2010.

I remember staying up late at night just to beg the higher power to throw me into Hogwarts while I'm asleep. I remember whispering "alohomora" to the padlock whenever I lose my keys for my grade school locker. I remember faith in the existence of Hogwarts. Now, its all over. Just eight full-length films featuring a world I have repeatedly begged to be a part of.

I can't even start put an outline into this mixture of emotions. As if I do not want to understand it because when you understand, you  close the inquiry. I don't like endings.

Burgers, Milk Tea, Planking, UAAP

I say sorry religiously when I am unable to post a blog entry for a long time that its starting to get annoying and less sincere. 

For that, here is a photo of me planking. In my head (hidden from the camera) is remorse for setting what is supposed to be an immortalization of my normal-ish life aside for what it seems to be very long weeks. 

That is not a mere symbolic show of regret rather, it is also a barbaric one. That rubber matting, which in the photo I am unusually close to, is shared within the bajillions of other PE classes. That translates to bodily liquids and the stench of it coating the whole area (but especially thicker in the center parts, precisely where I'm at). Not only my stomach was upset after doing this plank.

 Above is a photo of milk tea. It has a taste I do not particularly like but I enjoy nonetheless. You should try the Lychee Jasmine Tea with Pearls. Its the best so far (because its the only one I've tried and it felt like I won the jackpot after the first sip). That is my milk tea. I did not download that off the internet from some "David". I have shared before why in establishments that ask for names instead of providing customers with claiming stubs I call myself 'David'. (it is, by empirical proof, a requirement that all food servers be able to misspell the name "Leo" with no disregard of what dignity is left in those who bear it)

Yes, of course! The Ateneo-La Salle UAAP basketball games - or the Ateneo basketball games in general. Araneta is divided into two halves, one side is green (or whatever color), the other blue. I'm not a fan of basketball, of any sport in fact (watching people with glorious physical abilities hurts my frail system. I am disabled by comparison), but in this scenario, I have fighters to root for - purpose. If I could be an athlete, it would be in the sport where you have to claw your armrests while screaming "GET THAT BALL, GET THAT BALL" when your team is in offense.

Moo-ving on...

I've been a very bad eater these past few days. See above two meat sandwiches, fresh from the microwave. If I use ketchup with a sense of austerity, my pipes could have exploded already. Yeah.

The 'real/major' reason why I've been unable to log-in and type away was that I was torn between my need for excess rest and work. I remember cheering for my class schedule which had eons of vacant periods and divine early dismissals. I was happy too early because now I am realizing that my ability to focus and speed in doing school work require more than eons.

So that is what's up or at least what I can remember. Or what I can bear to share. Baaah.

Look at my dorm cork board.

I printed and cut most of these at around 2 AM last weekend just because I couldn't sleep. 

I have nothing to talk about. Stress from school is making me feel itself already. =((