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enough of the wallowing. perhaps the inconvenient mood has something to do with these cursed weather patterns. just yesterday i woke up wondering if the polar ice caps up north have collapsed again. because there was an unusually angry downpour and the tiles at kalai were starting to get ghostly chilly. the weather makes the corridor look like some congested, tropical village drowning beneath the chill. and oftentimes, when i take empty strides, i could picture nonexistent fogs swarming like amorphous freaks all over the silent spaces.

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the weather distorts the geometry of the whole corridor. or perhaps it must be something about the subconscious. because ever since the start of the academic year, i had always known the first floor corridor as the setting of that usual imagery where i see myself sweating like hell while sucking in humid and slightly salty air. but now, come these storms, the temperature inverts my perceptions and ffc [aw, a new acronym] looks new again. the point is : i just want to blabber about the weather. yeah, i guess i'm simply pointless. sad.

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my floormates said it was fortunate for us to have a six-day vacation. and such sentiments were obvious as they spent the day watching naruto, avatar or playing sims, dota and all those digital crapolas. luckily i have gotten over my computer game addiction ever since ragnarok started to look stupid to me. that was two years ago, and even if i feel the urges coming back again, i bet i am still sane enough to be able to realize that my college lifestyle could no longer afford to squeeze in RO-addiction to my itenerary.

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i realized that i am such a glutton. out of thin, senseless air, i suddenly craved for an ice cream and mister donut. so, braving through the cold downpour, i rushed towards s.c with exactly 38 pesos in my pocket.

aw. i really love fic's raspberry ice cream and mister donut's bavarian, er, donut.

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hmm.i think i am really getting shallow these past few days.

i should really stop eating isaw. bummer.