Paranoia

I believe I said I’d talk about sex and love today but again, I’m too tired. I finally got my mushruums complete. And yeah, I got used to spelling mushruums with double u instead of o. I slept until 3PM in the afternoon then went to the chapel. I scouted again for the Brida book but it’s also sold out in the specialty store. Full of hard bound books. I was tempted to buy The Last Summer of You and Me by Ann Brashanes. But I didn’t have the money poor poor me. And I felt guilty using the Credit Card.

I’m in the part of Coelho’s book were she is discovering how to make Ralf Hart enjoy their sexual moment. She bought the book on Sacred Sex in a bookstore they passed by. What struck me is that no matter what sex book, they always tell how to push the right buttons, erogenous zones, sex positions – which are actually quite impossible to do – and other technicalities. Too many terms. I don’t even know the spelling of those things they do there. I can’t even pronounce it. Maybe for the authors of those books, sex is just sex. They made it Sacred Sex because it involved meditations and positions which are related to sacredness or serenity and such. But in order to make sex something more, I think the authors lacked to describe one thing -passion.
I mean sex is suppose to be the union of two souls. We are human aren’t we? Or maybe some people just want to feel the erection or the moment. Pleasure. Yeah. I think that’s what they want. Self-Pleasure. And pleasure is way different from passion right. I mean you could still experience passion without sex. But pleasure is different. I can’t explain it. I mean, pleasure is finding an advantageous experience in something. It must be great for you. Passion on the other hand could involve difficulties, challenges and the continual pursuit of something. But who am I to speak of this things? Maybe when I have experience the matter could I say something sensible. Too bad. So this are ignorant remarks. I’d talk more elaborately when I get my hands on real sex books. {If I ever do get my hands on them} To at least add to my schema.

Mushruum Family - Verde, Lemun, Bloo and Fenk

Since today was the last day of Dad’s trip. We took another exciting trip to Timezone. And yes. As you can see. I have completed the mushruum family. Meet Verde, Lemun, Bloo and Fenk Mellow. They look like marshmallows. Mellow is their last name. They are one happy mushruum family. And I have named all of them. Two of them Verde and Lemun were obtained using Power tickets. Mom won another set of Deal or No deal. 100 tickets divided by 2. While Bloo and Fenk were obtained using the amazing toy claw. Mom also got Tammy the Timezone bag that I could use. I also got the charger for my phone only to realize my sim card got expired. Poor. Now, I’m using Tammy’s number.

I like the chicken at Italianni’s. Too bad I wasn’t able to finish it. It was humongous. And Dad said eating at Saisaki isn’t rewarding at all. A total waste of money. So no Saisaki for Debut. Which leaves me to eat where? I wish the rain would continue on pouring and CHED would suspend all levels. Because I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. It’s too tiring and boring. And I want to have some reading time because the book is getting interesting already. I also want to stack up on more books so I wouldn’t feel deprived when I finish all of this. I still haven’t read Khalid Hoessini’s Kite Runner. It still in plastic. I’d love to start reading Witch of Portobello and The Historian. But I’m concentrated on Eleven Minutes. It’s a marvelous read and I’m only halfway. Only a few more days before I’d be desperate to buy a new book.

I still need to complete my notes on Microprocessors and research on how to code and design the Taxi Meter Machine Project. Plus the documentations on Database and probably the follow up lessons on Networking. This is going to be a boring week I can tell. But Andrew’s Birthday is growing near. And what the heck am I suppose to give him? I had the idea of giving him tons of little monkeys in one box but he doesn’t like the idea. I actually thought about that. But I guess he isn’t sentimental – at least not on monkeys. The thought doesn’t count when the person doesn’t comprehend.

It’s hard to think of a nice gift especially since he’s turning eighteen. I want to give something special but since he’s the guy, the things I can think of exceed my budget. And I’m kinda short on cash right now. As I’ve said poor me.

So enough of my endless rants on everyday living. I’d better get back to reading and maybe sleep in a while. I still need to practice my exerted force on arnis and do some stretching for capoera. Who knows? Maybe I’d be really good. And nothing good is on the movies right now. I’ve seen almost all the good movies. Other than Bank Job which Andrew has a DVD of.

Back to reading

Toodles.

I really hope classes are suspend