it has been 12 hours and I...

haven't done a single productive thing...

and I... am blogging.. and it is also a not so productive activity...

I should be reading the appendix to C Wright Mills' Sociological Imagination... instead.. I went to youtube.. typed in penn & teller bullshit.. and watched four episodes or so...

I need a coach or something... someone to tell me "hey asshole, you have to read a freakishly long paper and do a reaction paper on it... plus do a research on overworked and underpaid laborers.. and.. FUCK YOU!"

I need a personal Pido Jarencio.. someone who would shout "PUNYETA KA! WALA KANG GINAWA MAGHAPON!"

...stop reading this entry now if you do not like my cryptic blogging...

and go..

I need to delete the URL.. or at least the page... I can't stop myself from going there.. and staring at it... is it a lamp's flame? is it a poster of Stalin? or is it Big Brother?

no... it can't be Big Brother... the man behind the constricted pupils and hairless eyes is too preoccupied with the much more beautiful and the much more fabulous world of press powders and touch screen cellphones...

it might be Stalin.. to the people of USSR.. keeping their hopes up... loving him.. seeing him as a benevolent being.. yes.. they were happy.. but can you still find the USSR on the map?

it is the lamp... or at least the lack of alternatives says so... its open all day.. dancing with the wind.. pulling me in... burning me in the process... attracting everyone else in to its very beautiful and bright flame... its pretty... very pretty.. very much..

but are those the options I have? maybe as a proletariat... I have no other choice... but as a capitalist.. as I am called to be... she might be an opportunity cost... or a cloister in a monastery... but I am not part of the elite.. I am much more comfortable with the labor force... the working class... not with the capitalist big wigged smart asses...

...never with pearly white skin, soiled hair, and bobcats themed jackets..