I could spit on a stranger.

I’ve been walking past the hustle and bustle of Los Banos with a a fat dreamy smile on my lips. Why? It’s because of this song.

Jeff Mangum’s Live at Jittery Joe’s album had been playing non-stop this week on my player. Though I adore every single song on that wonderful, super-awesome live album, I just found myself hitting the rewind button everytime “I Love How You Love Me,” plays.

It’s exactly the song that I’d whisper to someone as we lay in bed like some Mumblecore Slacker. ZOMFG, how I miss being in love.

I fully agree with Tomi’s guitar.

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This week, I finished reading Ira Levin’s The Stepford Wives (whose first film adaptation became a sequel-chuggin’ machine, while it’s second film adaptation was just downright awful). What can I say, it is a very empowering novel for women. For me (and other douchebags) it’s a very hilarious story about some chick struggling for gender equality. The Stepford Wives only proves two things: (1) females are conspiracy theorists by nature and (2) males love watching pornography and drinking alcohol.

Gender equality is something that puzzles me. Girls want equality, but they also want a separate MRT cart, they want you to stand and give them your seat, and they want you to carry their bags. Where’s the “equality” in that? I say; carry your own bag (what’s another 10 pounds?), ride the regular MRT cart, don’t give us the stink-eye when we’re sitting and you’re standing! Oh, and pay for your own dinner.

Before you start calling me a misogynist, let me first say, “Hello, sexy ladeh, I love you.” After I slap you and make you go back to the kitchen, that’s when you can start calling me a misogynist. (Clearly, friends. I’m joking.)

After reading The Stepford Wives, I moved on to something male and gay… Which only means one thing: GUS VAN SANT! So far, Pink’s really interesting. So far, it’s good. Everything that I know and love about Gus Van Sant translates so well into a novel.

On the acads side (yes, I have an acads side now), I’m having a blast reading the history of broadcast and print here in the Philippines. Though I can’t seriously memorize all the names and dates, it’s fun to know how the mass media that we know now came to be. Yes, my friends; for the first time in my 4 years of college life, I’ve actually picked up readings and read them. A new dawn is emerging… You can gasp now.

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I just came from a wedding, but I seriously can’t talk about it. If I start talking about weddings, and love, and the birds, and the bees… I’m afraid I’ll start choking up alone in front of my monitor. It also might incite my “emo feelings” which I have been suppressing so well inside me. Though, I’d like to wish Kuya Tong and Ate Malou a fruitful and happy life. I’ve known them since forever, and I do know that they love each other. Hooray for you guys. Congratu-fucking-lations!

I just know that after every wedding… Here comes the fun part!