Rivaling Gods

hoooorrraaaaaayyyy!!!!

econ106 down!! o yeah. accounting and history, here i come!!

but before the exam, i spent my quiet time at the steps the lib building which was supposed to be funded by a french agency as i remember. i realized that it is during quiet times that you learn to appreciate the commodoties you come face-to-face with everyday. the architecture, the landscape, the clash of nature and man-craft.

econ in full harvardian glory...

then exam in math econ. it was easy, if i haven't forgotten the formulas for compounding tax. too bad, more striving would have given me an uno, but well. im a person with a very short attention span. so the time i had nothing more to extract in my overworked brain, i passed my bluebook, walked out the door, and left two questions partially unanswered. well... always aiming for the perfect score is spiritually unhealthy - you cannot always rival the gods...

talking about gods... have read tin's blog, and whoever's blog that is, i wanna read it too. un nga, in my case, i dont want to change religion, i want catholicism to change for me.

i still like the idea that someone else up there is greater than us, someone who knows everything, from scientific names to the exact number pi, to the chord between F and F#... someone who turns stone to gold, whose hair smells better than all perfumes, whose eyes are the brightest green for me, azur to someone else. someone who speaks all languages, and their dialects, someone who paints better than leonardo and van gogh, who can cook better than ming tsai. someone who plays tennis like he created it, who listens to my music, who is humble all along. someone whose proportions are greater than anyone else's.

there are people who would be extremely intelligent, but still cant function well in a crowd. the most beautiful people in the world, physcially speaking, are not the smartest in our species. the strongest people may not be the best looking or the most intelligent. so basically one cannot be everything, because being everything is what gods are made of.

basically you cant be everything because being everything is the single defining attribute between us and the gods. somehow it reminds me that not being at the top is as earthly as being human.

ayen is a gay-detector. for ayen, all men are gay... unless proven straight....

haha, joke lng... we had lunch at greenwhich... first-timers. i never really liked greenwhich that much. i believe their products are recooked over and over again, that they started tasting like plastic... mean. c'est vrai. the only things i like in greenwhich are pearl coolers, because i have this special liking in everything that contains sago... the pearl sago, not the small white variety.

see, tingin pa lang, mukhang plastic na...

potato stars! reminds me of darryl and aizel.

currently listening to canonball by damien rice. hay. such an emo song. ta na na na naa na na na...

wisdom tooth is growing. fff. ang sakit. but...

nothing compares to the simple joys of being cuddled during hard times...

awryty. i cant breathe properly because the sando im wearing right now is snug fit, hindi na ko makahinga. haha, eh all my clothes are at the laundry house... so. well. gotta breathe!

-heureux-