Make it stop!

Embolism isn't my favorite word to describe the status of my brain. Usually I use it to describe someone else's.

My cranial outgrowth usually kicks into "bleeding gray-matter" levels only on two occasions, when I drink 5 packets of Extra Joss with about a liter of Coke (oh, the memories... BTW, you won't explode when you eat PopRocks and drink Coke at the same time. You just keep burping and leak Coke and blood out your nose), and when I spend 12 hours in front of the computer for whatever reason.

When I think hard, which doesn't happen very often, I just shutdown the non-essential sectors of my brain: the "thinking about sex" sector which occupies a large block on most men, the "what's for dinner" sector which occupies a considerable block on my head and the "what is that smell" section.

But recently, I had to temporarily overwrite those sectors to make way for about 60 more migs and megs of data for the up'n'coming ACM competition in Ateneo. 10 or so hours of mindbending headwork has finally found a bloodvessel it can rupture, and my nose is constantly bleeding. I'm guessing that the chunky bits are part of my graymatter (or just some loogies, I don;t know).

Anyway, to relax my headmeat, I decided to search my name on google and found a city bearing my name: Arvin, Kern County, California...

All I can say is... what a dip**** town. It looks like those postcard towns you visit for a family road trip. It can't be all that bad though... I mean the City name is "Garden of the Sun".

Welcome to Arvin, CA

Garden of the Sun