the quest for writing bliss

Since I was in primary school, I have had a fetish-like interest in ballpens. Recently, I discovered that this particularly chain of electronics store uses a very nice fine-tip ballpen to issue its handwritten receipts and I immediately wanted one! Whenever I'd go to any of its stores, I would always ask the salesclerk to tell me where they get their stock of the ballpen and they'd always say the same thing---"it's part of our supplies."

The local bookstores don't have it.

Until I went to an MRT station and saw a small stall that sold back issues of magazines and used books! (Spotlight on the cashier counter with matching heavenly chorus) I saw it! I grabbed almost ALL of the freaking pens and began testing each one and experienced writing perfection. Tag price = PhP 12.00-->pretty reasonable. Nevertheless, I bought 5: 3 in black and 2 in red.
Yes, I spent 60 pesos on ballpens. Hey, one Pilot G-Tec costs more than all my precious 5 pens combined! So back off.

I just love it: Standard AE7 TECNO. I'm sure you'll love it too. The pen of CD-R King. Sold at BookSale.

--> This is an unpaid ballpen review<--

mysterious humans

The Son of Man (Rene Magritte)

Inasmuch as I am happy to have been born human and not a transitional invertebrate or some sort of awkward creature, I sometimes envy non-humans. Engaging in the "beyond words" realm of human interplay can be very exhausting. The "listen to what I am not saying" thing is ridiculous. It doesn't make life exciting at all. Why can't people just say what they exactly mean. I'm sure there's a word for every feeling or thought that exists. If the particular feeling or thought is unpleasant, then perhaps avoidance is a better alternative. Being mysterious is not entertaining nor intriguing...it's a waste of time.

"...mystery means nothing...it is unknowable." -Rene Magritte

I am fed up

I have made a lot of crappy decisions in my life and I now find myself at the brink of becoming a monster. I will no longer be the pushover I once was---my time is being consumed by what I initially thought of as a "learning experience" and has now become the BANE of my schedule. The most bullshitty part of it is that I haven't received any form of compensation. Plus, the only condition I imposed when I accepted the job was that I didn't want to spend my own money on anything related to the task----so far, I've spent much on gas, electricity & phone credits using my own near-broke wallet (plus my husband's time).

- I've been performing badly at my day job plus I haven't even completed my enrolment form.
- I've been given generous attention by my graduate school mentor----to the point that she has already acquired funding for me---and I have to find a new study site because my original prospect is as bullshitty as bovine fecal matter.

And I believe I have every right to quit right now and say I'm fucking fed up. Excuse my language.