thanks to the abundance of opportunities for meditation, igot to realize that for the past 10months i averaged more than 7hours everyday infront of our pc

interesting to note is that, in comparison, the longest igot to spend with my bed during the schooldays was 7hours already

that was taking the siestas and the regular hibernations together



while idonot necessarily blame myself for my sister's computer illiteracy (she afterall, may sneak up on the desktop anytime im out, which is, more often than what you might suspect), ihave noticed that my relationship with this technological miracle before me here has gone beyond intimacy level already

no, idonot lust over my pc

its ijust that noticed that for me to go through an entire 24hour span without doodling with the computer, iatleast have to be a wreck physically (exhausted, sick, etc) or electrically (brownouts).




the quote that comfortrooms supposedly reflect the dwellers of a certain house doesnt fit me anymore. the computer table'll be a better substitute for it

clockwise from the roof:




a printer.

this thing is a printer only because Epson decided to call it as such. inreality, its a no-good contraption of gears and gray PVCs bunched together to create the illusion that it can draw school papers and projects with ease

it works on the contrary however. itd suck up the papers fed to it and then spit them out beautifully creased and salivated. had its manufacturers believed in what the Vatican calls as "dignity of work", icouldve saved myself five or six ninoy bills during the academic year

the printer's been converted to a sanctuary for spiders and lizards in the farthest corner. its like abortion: the baby suffers because of the actions of the father




a tripod.

this thing's been in this table since christmas already, and every once in awhile icontemplate long enough to consider moving it back to my room, which ialways forget. maybe after this entry, id care to remember

the story behind it: Christ seemed very generous during His last birthday, with us gifted a videocam with a tripod from our relatives in canada. thoughts of documentaries and the sort danced around my head, aswell as recording the Ginebra-vs-TalknText game later. it was going to be televised with a 4hour-something delay, but that seemed insignificant as istruggled to find the best position for the cam and the tripod. then along came somebody in my inbox, telling me that she just saw the official website of the PBA where it was declared that my beloved Kings got spanked by fifteen

my mother had the goodwill to put away the videocam, telling me to just take care of the tripod. it was my father who did it, however, when he got down the next morning seeing the tripod in the exact position it had been the night before




two WorldBook encyclopedias.

letters S-Sn and E. imusthave used them as references for some assignment during the sem, but until now still havent found the time to return them to their homes. im quite a busy person, youknow




audio CD cases: beegees, airsupply, fralippolippi, incubus and the cure.

the annual income of the house's yet to allow any of its occupants to enjoy an i-pod. the computer here came fully furnished with speakers and winamp-mediaplayer, but without that chip thingy that'd allow music to exist within its system

thus, the indispensability of the cd player in the house

the midnight radio feel of those CDs scattered across the desktop must be a relief for my family though. last time igot addicted to music, it were the dresden dolls, muse, kiko machine and giniling festival iwas listening to like iwere deaf




a carpet of used internet cards.

now that idonthave to do unlimitxt on a nightly basis (ahem) and the summer's allowing enough time for round-the-clock yoga, the greatest luxury and time consumer ihave now would be the internet. it's mankind's greatest gift to itself, other than basketball and the PS2

somebody get my pc DSL'ed and iprobably wont even touch my ps2 anymore

problem is, nobody wants to flashspeed the modems in our place. same thing with the cable TV dreams we have

-the black wiring business is pretty prevalent here. the 'jumpers' lord over the skies, not the meralco or the pldt linemen-

as such, the ISP companies have been thanking me lately for my unwavering adoration of their products, which at one time saw me purchasing once every week for a whole month

a 6minute show on youtube'd take about an hour to complete. iwonder what makes them think that ilove their products??




a cologne.

ibrought it with me one time and fished it out quickly when igot home because my baguiobag was poisoned already thanks to the cologne's leaks. just like with most of the things in this computer desktop, the blue bottle's a victim of my indolence




a World Mission magazine.

that thing is the official publication of Jesus Christ's Asian Chapter. my mother subscribes to it, and the contents are not boring, though reclining too much on the masturbation-is-a-sin path. the standard is understandable, ofcourse, and the best thing is that 50% of the entire mag would be talking about the Philippines. all in all, its a good read- a must-have if you love pictures of benedict xvi up your room's walls

also, its a pretty nice mousepad. glossy, smooth, and easy to bend




a charger.

idont usually like taking risks, but for my comfort's sake ibrave even the threats of accidental arson- the charger for my cellphone's plugged into the socket next to the computer table, 24/7

my phone's disabled, yousee. it only knows of four battery charges: full, 80% full, 20% empty, and empty. id charge it for a minute then itd go beeping that its full already. id restart it once just to make sure that the SMS line's free of clogs, then itd be beaming with bright red begging for me to please consider electrifying it

yes. a headache. with a ready charger by the pc's side however, ihave no competitors for the world's most ingenious guy award




my mother's eyeglass.

my mom's nearsighted for life but she's somehow still in the denial stage. shed go with her daily life without the glasses on and would only remember that she's a patient of Hans Optical whenever business comes around- cooking meals, auditing the family treasury, drooling over Yellow Handkerchief (which, in my opinion, deserves a drool really, since its been on TV for more than a year with the plot resembling the six episodes of Star Wars already). for the rest of her activities, she needs the glasses not

as such, she's bought about four spectacles in all. one for the kitchen, one for the bedroom, one for her study table, and one, yes, for this computer table here. shes inlove with Scrabout (or Scrabble). the game's an official business, you have to see




folding bed and pillows.

uhm. no. its the something iwant my computer table to have