1. napagusapan ang mga linggong kasing haba ng mga buwan, na hindi mo na maalala ang mga pinaggagagawa mo nung isang araw. sabi ko kay i., nangyari sa akin yun nung mayo.

ayon sa kanya, dalawang linggo pa lang ng pasukan at wala pa halos ginagawa sa mga klase pero ngarag na ang pakiramdam niya. nakutuban ko nang may problema siya at hayun, unti-unti na niyang kinuwento sa akin. medyo nagulat ako dahil kahit na matagal na kaming magkakilala, hindi naman kami close. iba rin siguro yung alam mong kahit papaano, maiintindihan ka ng kausap mo dahil pareho kayo ng, sabihin na nating, sayad.

2. it's the first time that i truly felt the, er, essence of 'thank god it's friday!' as in t.g.i.f! not that i had a bad week. sure, all the walking i've been doing for the past several weeks from house to school had, believe it or not, led to a 7-lb drop. i told nanay, if i keep on doing this, come october, i'd be back to my old frame when i first started teaching. quite a curious prospect, just when i was getting along with my huggable waist area. it's so huggable, even i hug it all the time.

while i was mixing dinner and conversation with t., i noticed that i'm speaking faster than usual. mental note: must slow down for the kiddies. check the handwriting as well.

t. was relating her recent phone call from the office where she submitted her cv. things are getting weird in her present workplace, time to set sail. problem is, the pay at the prospective new job is markedly lower than what she's presently getting. ah, money. even if work sucks, it could really reel you in.

3. i've only gotten the bar code sticker on my old ID (picture taking for official ID starts next week) last monday and already, i've maxed out the 10-book limit. no surprise there. i think the secretary is already oddly eyeing me, wondering why i'm always asking about ID processing.

so far, i've borrowed quite a stellar list. there are two zizeks - organs without bodies and the sublime object of ideology. already, i've made three sets of copies for me, u and p. two gcf books, in case i do proceed with that paper on creative non-fiction. two derridas - one being totally unnecessary since my own copy is, as we speak, crossing the pacific ocean. anyways, those would be on hospitality (that one i'm getting) and, finally, spectres of marx, aka, derrida's great shift to political philosophy. now i understand where all the mourning and 'and yet' and his tendency for insatiable circling around a word come from. still on page 15 or something. one on antigone by butler (like on hospitality, a very sexy book). two books on hypertext by landow and already, i'm getting bored with it, only because it reminds me of reference books i had to sift through when i was figuring out my thesis methodology which tend to use the unlikeliest theories and concepts to reinforce their thesis statements (in this case, derrida's dissemination and deleuze and guattari's concept of the rhizome to establish the intersection between hypertext and critical theory). or maybe i'm just tuning out when the computer programs start being mentioned.

i'm forgetting the last one, strange.

many more books waiting for me.

4. i was left with no choice, that has to be understood. all i hear right now is 'hypocrisy, hypocrisy, hypocrisy.' _________________