It’s already 9 in the morning and I’m still awake. I should have been sleeping now but a deal I’ve been working on keeps me tossing and turning in bed. After almost an hour of trying fruitlessly to go to la-la-land, I finally gave up and sat in front of my computer. Yes, this computer. The first order of business is to read manga. I was careful not to give in to the temptation of opening one of those nasty sites as I might not be able to keep myself in check and might actually go blind, proving those myth-spewing pervs correct.
After finishing the latest chapters of Bambino, Toriko, Holyland, Kimi Nu Iru Machi, and some other titles I forgot, I was stuck with watching or at least trying to watch the latest episode of Skins, that series that has British college kids popping pills, smoking like chimneys, and fornicating like rabbits. Dammit, I wanna be a Brit! Heh.
After Megavideo chided me for watching more than 72 minutes of free video and stopping what I’m watching right before the guy was about to take off a yummy little girl’s lace brassieres (fuckng KJ those guys), I decided to open up this starved-for-attention blog and see if there are some comments I should approve. I was shocked to see it had almost a thousand pending comments! I didn’t realize that this blog was THAT popular! I started reading the comments and was flattered to see people complementing me for what a nice blog I have. Only to realize that the complements were repeated over and over again by different folks! Blasted spam commenters. Another spam commenter assured me that he has the secret to make my penis 4 inches longer! Whoa, that’s like a 175% increase! Somebody else was selling viagra, the other one Cialis and there’s even a guy who guaranteed to high heavens that if I would only buy his plug-in I would automatically start earning $5000, a day. Rrrrright.
There were a couple of comments though so I approved them and went back to deleting more than 800 comments. It’s unbelievable that people would actually spend money buying spam commenting tools. I guess there are those who don’t moderate their blog’s comments. I’m not one of those guys though, and I would rather shut down this lame blog than approve a comment from somebody who calls himself oakley sunglasses.
SLRAP Reunion
One of the legitimate comments however was in reply to that awful post about my memories of SLRAP. Which only reminded me that less than two months from now, my batch will have our reunion. Now high school reunions, especially my high school reunion is something that I really look forward to. If only for the simple reason that we seem to do it only once in ten years. So if a classmate died after a reunion, it would be nine years after that I would get wind of it. Well maybe that’s a far-fetched idea. Not with the age of Facebook, Twitter, and cellphones.
Going back to my reunion though, I’m particularly psyched with this year’s edition. Not so much about the reunion per se because honestly, it would be a resounding success if there were 20 people in it. Our batch reunion is like that. Somehow my classmates do their damnedest to make themselves scarce during that time. I don’t know why. The reason that I’m stoked this year is because I’m gonna be taking a road trip from where I’m staying right now to Polomolok. Yep hundreds of kilometers of fun driving! And if things fall according to plan, I’ll be driving a huge gas-guzzler of an SUV. Heh, the thought just warms my evil, black heart.
When I was younger, younger than my current 18 years of age (don’t argue), reunions were all about trying to hook up with my high school crushes that I was too torpe to make diga during high school. I had dreamt of slithering over to them, pawing them when chance presents itself and impregnate them if I can. Of course things work out really well when you’re imagining them. They never do in real life.
Now that I’m a little bit older, a little bit wiser, it’s all about impressing everyone with how much I’ve progressed in life, which is to say– not very far, if I really think about it. It gets much worse when I compare myself with how others have fared. I guess this is the same thought process that some of my classmates, those who chose to ignore our reunion, went through. Some of them may have thought that they’re not attending because they haven’t really made a name for themselves. Which is a bit sad really considering that we could all die without any warning, and not seeing those people who we shared tears and laughters with way back in high school would be very sad.
True, some classmates may now have better stations in life, but still, once upon a time, we were all just students of the same high school and had to go through all the hassles and euphoria of growing up. Oh well, it’s a bit sad really.
Ok, I think I’ll be able to sleep now.