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Procrastination galore

The office clock says 5:42, which leaves about an hour and three minutes before I can go home. I have some tasks to do, but I am currently french-kissing the temptation to do them later or on Monday -- hence my presence here and this entry.

But kisses have to stop sometime. Hmmm. Maybe a bit later.

I cannot wait to get home; I have have a buttload of DVDs and books I'm excited to devour starting tonight, this coming Saturday and Sunday, and the long (holy) (week)end. At the very least, I'd like to finish John Banville's The Sea, which I am two-thirds done with already, before the local pasyon-ers near the house start their monotone rituals.

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Awhile ago, I trooped to the not-so-near Metrowalk, which, for the not so in-the-know, is the haven for DVD hunters next to Quiapo and Carriedo. I probably will pay the place another visit on Monday to further stack up for my couch potato-slash-utterly lazy-slash-patabaing baboy mode next week.

I was originally looking for the continuation of Karas and the complete episodes for Afro Samurai (which is voiced by Samuel L. Jackson), but alas, the former was still unreleased, while the latter was still incomplete. However, I got to score the complete episodes of Boys Be which I have been scouting around for for some time. I remember how much I loved the series -- but never managed to finish it -- in my early college days, probably because I was a sappy and corny and cheesy pus-filled idiot back then (although I'm still one now, albeit in a different and lesser degree, minus the pus-filled). I hope its as good as I remember.

t3h 1337 Karas -- (from left) Ekou (antagonist), Otoha (protagonist)


Afro Samurai, obviously.


Boys Be DVD cover.

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