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posted on today’s campus gallery is the picture on your left. this injured male goat, which i shall baptize as robert paulson (all together now-his name is…), is about to get a CT scan.
coming from a country that struggles against high health care cost and way overpriced medical insurance; where local hospitals are understaffed and good facilities are scant, i can only scratch my head, smile and say (with an earnest intention of punning)…you must be kid-ding!

for quite some time now, i have been trying to pitch an old script of mine to a couple of friends connected to the bburg-llywood. roy can attest that this one-act play, turned short-film screenplay,  has saturated most of our lunch conversations and should finally be put into rest.  originally written for Sherman:Freshman

a few years back, "Room 4162" was supposed to scare the shit out of these little kids staying at the dorm, separated for the first time from mum and dad. this story, about a girl who killed herself inside her locker, emanated from a resonating urban legend i first heard when i was 11.

this morning, freezing in this bburg winter, i awoke to a faint sound of a squeaking closet door. 

until recently, i treated radio (or cd player-i ‘m neanderthal not owning an ipod) like i treat my bitches..i mean tv. 30 seconds and click to the next station, track, channel. but having been in grad school for some time now, witnessing fellow students come and go, i have confirmed for a fact that people finishing up school tend to acquire an "i’m going to graduate soon" soundtrack. it seems like when you reach that point, closing on getting your thesis or dissertation done, you do things that just keep your momentum going. you listen to this album/artist over and over , until favorite becomes nothing but a mild adjective to your obsession (lest you become quilty of music harrassment, ref. spoon feed 1).

…when you cried, i’d wipe away all your tears, when you’d scream i’ll fight away all your fears….in the name of love, what more in the name of love…i alone love you, i alone tempt you…my stupid mouth has got me in trouble, i said too much again…

this observation has led me to a quest. that in order for me to graduate, i need to find the ONE that can keep me working for hours- my dissertation soundtrack.  a month ago, somebody invited me to watch broken social scene in asheville.  for a while i thought they were the one but a couple of handjobs for holidays‘ and ‘it all started to break’.  it could easily be  the decemberists but i will probably have divorced my crane wife come next month. iron and wine perhaps, but things rust and can get faded from the winter.
on my birthday, half drunk, i bought a cd, not quite random but a little clueless nonetheless. if it is true about research and winter, this spoonful of adrenaline might be enough to get me pass this ice.

i was having a conversation with friends over dinner and john, one of my labmates, implied there are about three things you don’t want to get into an argument with-for it can only lead to chaos and catastrophic consequences. three? i ask.
he continued…politics, religion, and…music. huh?

i gave it some thought and later realized how true this statement is. we, yes-me and you, can be extremely judgmental and overtly hostile to other people regarding their music preference. back home in the early 90’s, i remember this radio station who instigate fight between rockers and hip-hoppers, and how you can get beaten up wearing  loose trousers if you made a wrong turn in a skinny pants’ block. or back in my high school dorm, when your amount of waiting time in the bathroom queu can be shortened if you rather listen to "more than words" instead of "everything i do (i do it for you)". (geeez… i am that old.)

come to think of it, ‘music harrassment’ (being harrassed by unwanted music specially in the work place) is one of the most rampant and unavoidable causes of conflicts and stress. it is not like you can easily shut your ears, like your eyes, and quickly ignore this guy’s sappy lyrics or this girl’s angstful, repetitive screams. whoever invented ear plugs and earphones should be awarded the Nobel peace prize.  (tbc…)

remember this…

it didn’t work. my attempt to score some cash from this rich best selling author, citing assault and battery, was technically futile. instead, for halloween, i got candies and stuff (like  i could care less for a handmade necklace with ‘ to rob rebodos from chuck p.’ on it…).

nonetheless, thanks, or better yet, no thanks chucky for having a slight feeling of remorse, returning a finger. hopefully i could have the rest back by christmas.  and hey dude, the blood sucking racoon was totally unneccessary.

forget what you’ve seen, heard or read…
commander rob07 is back!
haven’t been writing here could only mean that i’ve been busy working on my dissertation. yeah right! sort of, but let’s just leave it that way.

in justifying my long hiatus, i could probably fill up this writing space in no time with all my stories. but i won’t. i could easily talk about the time i got mugged, or when i lost a toe (replaced with a finger), broke an ankle…got a $20 pay raised, got crazy in portland, drove cross country-twice!, blah blah….but no.

let me just start again with this, only this…

got it…good!

i thought I abandoned this but i opened my account and notice…

POPULAR SEARCHES IN MY NETWORK

1. how to win an ex back
2. MY NAME IN JAPANESE
3. how to tell if someone likes you
4. Grace Adriano blog
5. maureen larazabal
6. salsalan
7. jakol
8. nobel prize in chemistry 2005
9. jobs in Cebu
10. my name in japanese

is this suppose to tell me what kind of friends i have? who the hell searches about 6 and 7 (grimace won’t understand, but it’s what dolphins do most of the day). and how is 2 and 10 suppose to be different? maybe i’m being judgmental. maybe this is suppose to let me know what my friends’ needs are. somebody wants his/her ex back (that must be tough), or needs some affirmation that someone really like him/her. who is grace adriano or maureen larazabal?  maybe that’s the ex or the person showing some interest. or maybe somebody fantasizes about them (back to 6 and 7). a job in cebu can be cool and a nobel would be great! my name in japanese will definitely end with a vowel. nonetheless go check your profile, you’ll be surprise to know what people you hangout with, eat with, sleep with, do infront of the computer screen. the good part is when you find out, you’ll start thinking who does what searches. ts…tsk…tsk…

or you could just mind your own business. i should.

653. what would the bejesus-out-of-me do?

my phone rang. a friend of mine needed a ride home because his car was taken by a girl whose friend my friend was trying to get drunk. she called him earlier and continued to complain about how her friend puked in the car, on the carpet and on her $$$ bed sheets. she yelled at him while she’s washing her hair in the shower because her friend puked on it as well.

hypnagogic, i look at the clock and…3:50 am?! what?!!! i was going to be mad, but then again, i was pretty glad that all i have to do is drive.

man, silly things people do to get free drinks these days.

somewhere in nothern idaho trying to look for some elk.

a sunny day in seattle on our way to bill gates’ house. eh not really.

659. …from words, from beer, from natalie imbru-gina.