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THE JOURNAL

This journal will not be a diary narrating chronological events experienced by the writer day by day. This journal would be more of a compilation of essays about random things that cross the author's mind.

Personal experiences at random points in author's life are shared, else, reading this blog would just be like reading someone else's.

One entry is one topic, hence there will be no line breaks. There will only be two [author-made] line breaks in this site and they are the ones below.

This journal is updated on Wednesdays. Don't ask why Wednesday, it was chosen randomly. This journal favors amplitude over frequency. That is, once-a-week but lengthy posts are to be expected.

This journal was made for the primary purpose of rehabilitating author from a certain addiction (see Chapter I for details of the addiction). That's why the Wednesday deadline was created, to instill discipline. Secondary purpose is for the author to know himself again in case of amnesia.

Lastly, the author is not a good writer. In blunter words, expect non-sense.

Truly yours,
The author's alter-ego.
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THE AUTHOR

I prefer numbers over letters. Not like most LIVEJOURNALists, I don't read a lot. Number of books I've read cover to cover can be counted by a pair of human hands. But if you include Archie Comics then you can probably let a centipede do the counting. I'm non-verbal. I have always sucked in English/Reading/Filipino subjects. Has it ever happened to you in elementary, when teachers gave your class reading selections you have to read by pairs to save photocopying, and then you are annoyed since everytime you finished reading a page you couldn't flip the page yet since your classmate wasn't finished reading? If yes, most probably I was that classmate.

I am an introvert. I prefer small gatherings with very special friends rather than noisy parties with lots of people. Instead of hanging out, I'd gladly spend my Saturday nights alone at home, with my dog, eating pizza, watching late-night TV.

I, as much as possible, avoid troublesome work. I consider work as troublesome if the ratio of the risk of benefit to the risk of trouble is small. I don't volunteer for responsibility or other forms of extra work (like extra-curricular stuff). Yep, that means no clubs in highschool, no orgs in college.

I am a 20%-chance-to-critical-strike person. Major chambalero in other words. I have done lots of chambas in my life. That UPCAT was a major one. But I don't do well in academics, since to have high grades you really have to manage all quizzes, exams, homeworks, reports, which all require time and effort. And I don't have the time and will to do all that. Maybe I would exert full effort in one-time-big-time exams that would affect my life more greatly and directly, but not in those tidbits of work. Too troublesome.

I do not like standing out, though I should be telling that to my hair, which likes standing out, literally. I hate attention. That's troublesome. Like when arriving at parties (if ever I attend one), I prefer coming unnoticed.

I can be extremely cynical. Miranda Hobbes is my favorite in Sex and the City. We are both pessimists. I doubt a lot. This attribute is related to the next one.

I can be my own worst enemy. Long untellable story. We all have different personalities; alter egos to some extent. My cynical inner self can sometimes be incredibly authoritative, thinking against my will. Kind of insane, but it's not all bad. Seeing things in different perspectives is never bad. But over-analysis can be detrimental at times. P.S. Journal rules written above, i.e. the Wednesday deadline, were his ideas.
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PROLOGUE

Nature is a system of great degree of randomness. Its elements do not follow a deterministic pattern. River. Lightning. Sun. Is it the same everytime someone steps on it? Does it ever strike the same place twice? Are we sure that it would rise tomorrow just as it did today?

Life is random as well, like a deck of cards. Flip one card over and it can be anything out of the fifty two cards available; a game of chance to a certain extent. The things we do, the people we meet, where we meet them, and when we meet them, all happen by chance. No one knows for one hundred percent of what will happen next.

You see, creativity is the ability to introduce order into the randomness of nature. My first name is ARMANDO, rearrange it, and you'll realize that my username was not random after all.

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