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8:13 pm - Whoa. I know, right?
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I was just wondering why I get constant hits on this thing. Like, the same people from the same IPs, regularly. I never even update here. But the recent object of my affect (his term, I liked) has stalked me all the way back to here, I'm thinking through [pageviews=180 entries back] via lj.
So I thought I'd give a holler. I am alive, btw. I am not blogging from The Beyond. However Marty McFly here won't be in 13 minutes so I better plug this.
Alright. Holla. NYC in 52 hours, btw.
current mood:  happy
current music: "We used to vacation" ~ Cold War Kids
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| Friday, October 20th, 2006
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1:30 pm - ssssssembreak
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Hour 1 after the last exam, the whole class stripped down to our sleepwears, because we're weird like that. It's thematic sem-ender picture time so we got in our jammies, some in their bathrobes apparently and others just ignored us.
The whole thing's a bit hazy because it seemed like I've had a couple of drinks on me all day, just thinking of 6 o' clock and how I'm gonna feel after the semester's over. Not so differently it turned out, so we had to exaggerate, act drunk and mentally deranged.
The post dinner party is the stuff of milestones. At least for me.
We did a 3-hour grocery shopping for nachos,limes, cumin, tomatoes, white onions, salsa ingredients... because Nigella NEVER buys ready-made salsa. I made chili dynamites as requested and we pulled our best efforts into making the salsa not taste like spaghetti sauce. We saw our spread, and it was good.
Nine shots of tequila, a glass of bailey's and some seriously bad white wine later, the world spun like a merry-go-round minus the merry and more like puke-y. Details will be intentionally withheld, because I remember everything quite clearly and while it's all worth it as milestones tend to be, I don't think I'll be terribily excited for the next one, not for a very long time. And oh, my head is pounding, full bass and treble, as I'm typing this. Congratulate me.
As i told jowein last night, before my judgment lapsed into oblivion, "sembreak na, now i'm ready to face my issues."
current mood:  nauseated
current music: "little room" ~ the white stripes
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| Tuesday, August 29th, 2006
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10:12 pm - sigh.
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Watashi no koto
Anata wa mada
Gokai shite iru
Ka mo shirenai wa ne
Watashi no koto
Anata wa ima
Iya na onna datte
Omotteru n deshoo
Soo yo watashi wa
Detarame de
Kimagure de
Namaiki de
Wagamama de
Zeitaku de
Kidoriya de
Usotsuki de
Ayafuya de
iikagen
Da kedo watashi wa
Yurusarechau
Sore wa watashi ga
Kawaii kara
Soo yo watashi wa
Detarame de
Kimagure de
Namaiki de
Wagamama de
Zeitaku de
Kidoriya de
Usotsuki de
Ayafuya de
iikagen
Da kedo watashi wa
Aisareteru
Sore wa watashi ga
Kawaii kara
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I guess
You still
Don't understand
Me
Even now
Do you think
I am
A terrible girl?
That's right! I am
Irresponsible,
Capricious,
Cheeky,
Selfish,
Extravagant,
Affected,
A liar,
Uncertain,
And irresponsible
But I
Get away with it
Because
I am cute
That's right! I am
Irresponsible,
Capricious,
Cheeky,
Selfish,
Extravagant,
Affected,
A liar,
Uncertain,
And irresponsible
But I am
Loved
Because
I am cute
~emiliana torrini "I"
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current mood: icelandic
current music: "heartstopper" ~ emiliana torrini
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| Monday, August 21st, 2006
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9:53 am - I'm wondering whose house are you haunting tonight
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Oh lately it's so quiet in this place
You're not 'round every corner
(oh no) Oh lately it's so quiet in this place
So darlin' if you're not here haunting me
I'm wondering...
Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
Or whose sheets you twist
Or whose face you kiss
Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
(oh no) I don't think much about you anymore
You're not on every whisper, oh
(oh no) I don't think much about you
But if you're not lurking behind every curtain
I'm wondering...
Whose house, are you haunting tonight?
Or whose name you hiss
Or whose clenching fists
Whos house, are you haunting tonight?
OK Go, "Oh lately it's so quiet"
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9:46 am - Because I'm governed by no pattern, charlie
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"Here's the truth about the truth,
it hurts.
So we lie."
I've been everywhere but here.
Multiply.
Livejournal.
Yes. I've been warned against this.
And I will stop, soon.
This is not a lie.
Eventually.
current mood:  depressed
current music: "oh lately it's so quiet" ~ OK Go
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| Tuesday, July 11th, 2006
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6:13 am - quantum entanglement
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Larry: Hey Don, are you, are you familiar with, um, quantum entanglement?
Don: Um, I don't think so, I'm not sure.
Larry: Okay, it's a theory that holds that photons come in pairs that are separated by space and time, but always in instantaneous, inexplicable communication. Einstein calls it "spooky action at a distance." But you know I find it... I find the notion fairly romantic.
Don: How so?
Larry: Well, uh, I mean, we affect each other, even when we don't mean to, even when we don't want to, we're connected, you see, even when we try to be unaffected.
Don: Why do I get the feeling you're talking about my love life?
Larry: Don, the universe is accelerating in such a rate that someday, eventually it will all fly apart and all matter will just drift alone and become disconnected. And how sad that would be if human beings were to behave in a similar fashion? And after considerable inner debate, I find that the risks of human contact are more than compensated for by the rewards.
Don: I'll keep that in mind.
Larry: That was not clear.
CBS' Numb3rs, Mondays at 10pm on AXN.
current mood:  amused
current music: "it's tough to have a crush" - OK Go
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| Friday, April 7th, 2006
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2:46 am - a block-on-the-brink-of-dissolution's trip to the beach and happy birthday carmen
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| Monday, March 13th, 2006
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2:13 pm - things we'd rather not talk about
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"you smell like candy."
lines like that invoke something old and sepia-toned
and the rustling of sheets, frou frou.
tension, yes, that tension, rises.
you feel warm breath behind your ear and
the fascinating,
gripping rush of blood
that reddens your cheeks.
i smell candy.
current music: marcy playground
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| Friday, March 10th, 2006
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10:24 am - it's pagan poetry
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i'm sorry i didn't tell you. but i've been livejournal-ing behind your backs.
current mood:  hungry
current music: "sitting, waiting, wishing" ~ jack johnson
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10:21 am - postmodern love (recycled)
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"I think of the postmodern attitude as that of a man who loves a very cultivated woman and knows that he cannot say to her, “I love you madly”, because he knows that she knows (and that she knows that he knows) that these words have already been written by Barbara Cartland. Still, there is a solution. He can say, “As Barbara Cartland would put it, I love you madly.” At this point, having avoided false innocence, having said clearly that it is no longer possible to speak innocently, he will nevertheless have said what he wanted to say to the woman: that he loves her, but he loves her in an age of lost innocence. If the woman goes along with this, she will have received a declaration of love all the same."
- Umberto Eco
current mood: hungry
current music: "sitting, waiting, wishing" ~ jack johnson
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| Sunday, February 26th, 2006
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9:19 am - state of emergency
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"all these accidents that ha-aappen
follow the dot.
coincidence makes se-eense
only with you-ooh
you don't have to speak
i feel
emotional landscapes
they puzzle me
then the riddle gets solved
and you push me up to this
state of emergency
how beautiful to be in a
state of emergency
it's where i want to be..."
when proclamation 1017 was declared i wasn't even out of my bed yet. people from the paralegal volunteers were sending me text messages to confirm if i would join the quick response team in case there would be illegal arrests and other violations. i was half-tempted to reply to my enigmatic gender head and say that i have earlier committed myself to shoe-shopping so i'm terribly sorry but my paralegal services cannot be availed of at the moment. but then he's also the ball date that wasn't, so i didn't feel like playing cute. i comfortably ignored the barrage of messages knowing fully well that my mother will not in a million years release me to EDSA and risk getting hosed down by the police. anyway, i closed my eyes and continued my sleep. then my phone beeped yet another beep.
"uy cha, wala pala kayong pasok tomorrow. gusto mo mag-rock climbing today? sunduin kita."
in the words of kris aquino, timeless icon of the kiki girls, "why not?"
so by the time tens of people were illegally arrested, i was 20-30 feet off the ground, held by a harness with hands secured by my lousy grip on a wall's crevices. my date, rescuer, and awesome belay-er was pretty good company. we got tired after four and a half walls and talked the ache out of our upper bodies. he told me he came from hours of tennis, i told him i came from hours of shopping. and then he went, "kain na tayo!"
it was so fresh, the feeling of not being forced to decide. we went and grabbed a bite at hotshots, conveniently washing away the memories of kamikaze burger for me.
current mood:  ditzy
current music: "joga" ~ bjork
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| Monday, February 6th, 2006
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6:25 pm - in other news,
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my III-faraday high school class is having its annual reunion on friday. faraday's day had been sort of a tradition since we graduated many full moons ago. we get together, have palabok, and generally the high school kind of fun. i've missed it, and i'm so excited to get my credit transactions midterm over with and party like it's 1999 this friday night.
i've been asked to take care of the sounds. but worry not, i don't plan to alienate everyone by playing unrelatable music. so, i'm thinking... backstreetboys anyone?
planned playlist:
- "get down" ~ backstreetboys
- "wonderwall" ~ oasis
- "with a smile" ~ eraserheads
- "quit playing games with my heart" ~ bsb
- "easy to handle" ~ faith no more
- "fantasy" ~ mariah carey
- "tempted" ~ squeeze
- "champagne supernova" ~ oasis
- "silvertoes" ~ parokya
- "minsan" ~ eraserheads
and more nostalgic pop songs of the 90s!
current music: "quit playing games with my heart"
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5:50 pm - i never knew you, you never knew me
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It is easy to say isn’t it?
“I don’t love you anymore, good bye.”
It’s Jane Jones, simply Jane Jones.
I hope it’s as true as it sounds. When one decides that the lunacy would stop, that the obsession, the paranoia, the phalanx position, the battlestar scralatchtica in one’s mind would come to an end, what happens to all the spoils? His favorite bands, his favorite songs, his rich brat car, his midnight blue sneakers – I wouldn’t know what to do with all these useless pieces of memory. I’d throw them all away and store codal provisions in my brain instead. But I couldn’t. These are exactly the sort of things that cling. You fall in love with an ass and you smell the rotten stench for years.
Why couldn’t he just be decent? I know he can’t speak very well, and his social skills aren’t exactly the most charming, but common human decency is the bare minimum requirement. And he couldn’t even meet that. If a full grown man with seemingly exceptional qualities would still turn out to be a complete jerk, I would begin to sit down and rethink my heterosexuality very carefully. It’s just very frustrating. It’s as if you’re holding out your white linen spread for some kid to spill spaghetti sauce all over.
My merchant chinaman, there is just no more room in my life for another one of your kind. I had hoped that at the very least, if we clearly aren’t Nancy and Dean in “baby, it’s cold outside,” we could be friends. But circumstances put us where we could never happen. Oblivion will sustain you, I know, so my anger is of no moment, not today, not ever.
What was David Gray saying in that nine-minute song of his? Oh, yes:
“I never knew you,
You never knew me
Say hello, Good bye;
Say hello and wave Good bye,”
Let’s get back to being strangers.
current music: "say hello wave goodbye" ~ david gray
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| Saturday, January 21st, 2006
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10:36 am - si, tu n'est pas la
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the good news is, when well-fed, he has the humor of an FA major with better vocab.
the bad news is, i turn into the biggest bimbo when around him.
"sino bang may hindi gusto sa backstreetboys?"
i was ready to marry him at that point.
"ang ganda nga ng video nila e, yung 'everybody,' may istorya pa!"
being anti-cool is the new cool, like quiet is the new loud and pink&green is the new pink. it was so adorable i must've flown out of his car straight to my room. i could've sworn my feet didn't touch the ground. it was a dali moment, surreal, crazy.
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the other side of the story of course is this carefully contrived plot of throwing in on the conversation the idea of him, me and the winlaw ball. a quick, heartless, "hindi kasi ako mahilig sa mga ganyan eh," did it for me. remember that scene from amelie where she turned into a puddle of water? that was yesterday right there. it's as if my molecules moved far apart from each other, i was practically in a gaseous state. it's at the 6th step of the third flight of stairs. it's yann tiersen's "si tu n'est pas la."
current mood:  crushed
current music: "hallelujah" ~ jeff buckley
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| Sunday, January 15th, 2006
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9:23 am - chungking episodes
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remember an entry i wrote maybe 2 years ago?
"he's running
not around the oval this time."
jowein tells me that i should not see it as a pattern. they make their random choices which do not have anything to do with me and how i choose them. i know that. it just... it's funny.
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the ride back to the dorm consisted of two full circles around UP village, pass ministop and back again -- not because i don't know where i live, but because i have the direction skills of a four year old lost in the mall. the word "succulent" was thrown somewhere in our conversation, i absolutely have no idea why. he waited until our gate opened and for me to get in before driving off. it's the sweetest thing since meiji black.
current music: "love and destroy" ~ franz ferdinand
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9:13 am - suicide is painless
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asking some guy to one's ball is yet another story.
how does one do it?
"hey, you know, we're having a ball on the 1st or 2nd saturday of march. did anybody ask you already?"
incomprehensible blabber of mandarin
"ah... so, do you wanna go with me? it'd be fancy, truly lame music i could tell, but good food. there will, in all probability, be chicken. because things suck without chicken."
if he says "NO," "I CAN'T," "I'm busy," "Aburuburubuubuu" in his best impression of english...
i'd be crushed.
shet. suicide is painful.
current mood: nauseated
current music: "suicide is painless" ~ nick drake
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| Friday, January 6th, 2006
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8:56 am - jowein i got me a kimono.
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half a kimono that is.
but i think it's for you, and your geisha dreams
love,
charlotte
current music: "let it die" ~ feist
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| Wednesday, December 28th, 2005
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3:15 pm - definitions
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something for everyone.
as defined in urban dictionary:
starbucks, n.:
the status symbol plague of america in liquid form...it's the only beverage accessory to your outfit now. and every mindless drone who goes there thinks that they're artsy, posh, and sophisticated if they visit a starbucks or carry around a drink with its logo...
Serena stopped by starbucks in the morning to buy a mocca java and she finished it in 5 minutes flat but more importantly she carried the empty cup with its starbucks logo around to each of her next 6 class periods of the day.
poser, n.:
a person - usually in middle or high school (us-u-ally)- who is insecure about him/herself and tries very hard not to be a "conformist" or a "prep," by doing things like: purchasing a skateboard or guitar, purchasing a great deal of clothing and accessories from hot topic, and listening to pop-punk bands such as simple plan, yellowcard, etc. usually, this supposedly "nonconformist" behavior just backfires on him/her, because now he/she is still conforming, just to a different group of people. so the moral of the story is to be yourself.
An Avril Lavigne fan: Like oh my god! She is not pop, dammit! She is totally punk rawk!
emo, n.:
An entire subculture of people (usually angsty teens) with a fake personality. The concept of Emo is actually a vicious cycle that never ends, to the utter failing of humanity, and it goes something like this:
- Girls say they like "sensitive guys" (lie)
- Guy finds out, so he listens to faggy emo music and dresses like a dork so chicks will see that he is sensitive and not afraid to express himself (lie). He dyes his hair black, wraps himself in a stupid looking scarf, develops an eating disorder, and rants about how "nobody understands".
- Now an emo guy, he meets Emo chick and they start dating, talking about how their well-off suburban lifestyles are terrible and depressing (lie)
- Emo guy is just too much of a pussy. His penis is too small, he's too depressed to bathe, and has more mood swings than emo chick, and he doesn't even have a menstrual cycle. Emo chick dumps him, saying "It's not you, it's me." (lie) as she drives off with Wayne, the school jock and captain of the football team.
- Emo guy goes home and cries, proceeds to write a weak song and strum a single string on his acoustic guitar. Another emo chick sees how he is so in touch with his feelings, and the cycle continues.
This is the sad truth of the emo lifestyle/music, and now that I look at how pathetic it really is, maybe the emos DO have something to cry about!When she sees how sensitive and emo I have become, she'll definately go out with me!
indie, n.:
independent music. The anti-"emo". (well, maybe like emo's second cousin twice-removed with more talent, skill, and IQ)
the state of being "indie":
- being unable to talk to anyone about your music.
- but knowing that, in the process, you're way cooler than the kids you try to talk to about it.
indie kid: The Shins(before garden state)? Muse? The Snake The Cross The Crown? Pedro the Lion?...anyone? Bueller? anyone?
gay, adj.:
- the dictionary definition is happy. However, this is archaic and few people use it any more except in the phrase "gay old time."
- Homosexual, especially homosexual males but can be used for lesbians as well.
- A generic insult. It can mean bad, stupid, whatever you want it to mean.
Opinion:
Don't say that something is gay as an insult. I find this highly immature, mostly because it is often used when people can't think of a proper insult even when there is nothing homosexual about whatever they're insulting.
- 'we'll have a gay old time'.
-The Flinstone's theme song
- The people in The Village People are gay.
- "That is such a gay shirt," remarked Robby.
current music: "brushfire fairytales" ~ jack johnson
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| Friday, December 23rd, 2005
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9:16 am
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well, that was fun. you ought to remember, truth is more queer stranger than fiction.
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7:50 am - frou frou or the rustle of trench coat
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he got tonight's refill. for a meager 20 bucks, one must never forget to get a refill, even if the caffeine will keep one unnecessarily awake for the next two hours or so. he offered the hot cup to the other, who speedily declined with that very familiar flair, "sorry, i don't do coffee."
he smiled, his lips slightly crooked to the left, as all postmodern smiles should look, perfectly balancing his upper right face covered with hair. [and who is he kidding, this author comments, those are bangs, long, pop culture bangs.]
they were in the middle of a rather intense conversation, he and he. he was telling the non-coffee drinker how he is loving world music these days ("ever after", for instance), and how upsetting it was that many people are already following suit. he has always been a non-conformist, he claims, at least ever since junior high.
the non-coffee drinker made out a laugh and turned to light his fifth cigarette.
"how have you been really?" his eyes glisten with fake concern.
"fantastic actually. i'm beginning to get used to living like this."
the two are standing now, outside the cafe, the 2a.m. breeze lightly hitting their faces. one could not help but notice their identical, tapered, acid-bloody-washed jeans.
"i'm glad you're well," said the other, who did not really listen to a single word because he is eager to steer the conversation to his favorite topic, i.e. himself.
"i have decided to come out of the more popular closet. i'm embracing my destiny!"
"good for you!"
"yes. goodbye dear prudence. from now on, i'm not even gonna ask for... exclusivity."
"that's what i'm NOT asking for, too!"
"well that's why we're friends."
they walk alongside each other, the rustle of his trenchcoat sends shivers down the other's spine. maybe friends isn't exactly what they are.
current mood: fictional
current music: "we used to be friends" ~ the dandy warhols
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| Thursday, December 22nd, 2005
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8:07 am
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glass water. calatagan shoreline, 08 november 2005.
there are about 30 photos from last month's batangas trip left in my camera. i've forgotten all about them since the battery died after uploading a good number of pictures. the rediscovery gave me a kind of kid-in-a-candy-store feeling. it's very refreshing.
The sea is the sky and the sky is the sea.
current music: "hello sunshine" ~ super furry animals
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| Wednesday, December 21st, 2005
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10:44 am - free bleeding time
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walking along the deserted corridors of malcolm hall yesterday, i was trying really hard to see the brighter side of taking home 10 pounds of reading assignments to study over the holidays. i could only come up with eye muscle exercise. i'm tempted to look up the etymology of "holiday" and find out whether it is in any way connected to the supreme court reports annotated. i'm betting it isn't.
2006. the first day of school is on the 2nd day of the new year, which means i'd be hauling my ten-pounder holiday readings back to the dorm on january freaking one. and christmas vacation will be over in less than ten days. it isn't even free time when you are required mandatorily to spend it on something, like reading cases for example. it makes a mockery out of the concept of freedom. we have become slaves of our highlighters.
current mood:  crappy
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| Saturday, December 17th, 2005
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7:01 am - it's candy.
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"All games they play
Undead and awake and returning within
You are a devil, they say and it’s candy
How long I’ve known this seed burst and grown
You’re the one that I love
You are the one that I trust, and it’s candy
When they speak of the open door
And the way you’ve flown it’s fine
When they show me the evidence
And they’re talking down your memory
Nevermind the words they waste
They can’t see you’re mine
Waiting here until words run out
Dreaming of the day when you
Open your arms in the light of our love..."
We met halfway in that aisle. It didn't matter that we were decades apart -- i was in a yellow flapper dress and pink shoes and you're in that university shirt -- it's candy.
current mood:  ecstatic
current music: "rain song" ~ sunny day real estate
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| Tuesday, December 13th, 2005
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6:04 am - cheers, darling.
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doesn't it just say festivity when the last class meeting of the year is a 2-hour pee-in-yer-pants session with noneotherthan?
it's 5 in the morning and the obsessive compulsive in me got up like frankenstein. i decided to work our copier and photocopy only the sections in regalado that we need for tomorrow. because every osteophorotic law student knows that ze book, all five and a half pounds of it, is a bitch to carry around school.
one more meeting and it's christmas break. it will be the most loserly christmas break with me prancing around with the redness of remedial law compendium by florenz d. regalado to match the decor. i'll sing to christmas carols to the tune of rule 6 kinds of pleadings! very cheery.
speaking of cheers, i was running around the village this morning, thinking about lovely counterclaims when it rained. while i was jogging. it rained. it rained. i wanted to cry. how very chungking express of me.
more cheers. last night at greenhills, i bought an old rose lace top in under five minutes because we suddenly decided to go to the alyansa party and i realized that i looked like a school teacher. all the panic was about f.o.b. supposedly showing up at the party. anna, sharry and i almost flew to katipunan, with all deliberate speed, only to see toff ariving alone, no chinese boy in tow. and everybody's eyes were on somebody who dolled up, cinnamon blush and all, for a bowl of roasted chestnuts.
current mood: depressed
current music: "waste of paint" ~ bright eyes
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| Thursday, December 8th, 2005
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8:49 am - glamorous indie rock n' roll
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amidst the everyday torture of civ pro, i find myself breaking into songs. mostly, songs that rip, songs that drip with desire.
Glamorous
indie rock n' roll
is what i need,
it's in my soul
it's what i need
two of us
flipping through a thrift store magazine
she plays the drums, i'm on tambourine
bet your, your bottom dollar on me
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stay if you wanna love me, stay
oh don't be shy, let's cause a scene
like lovers do on silver screens
let's make it yeah, we'll cause a scene
i like how his eyes narrowed into a downward slope
when he smiled upon hearing "charlie chan chicken pasta."
current mood:  high
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| Sunday, December 4th, 2005
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2:36 pm - from strangeplaces.net
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List Of Actual Subtitles Used In Films Made In Hongkong:
- I am damn unsatisfied to be killed in this way.
- Fatty, you with your thick face have hurt my instep.
- Gun wounds again?
- Same old rules: no eyes, no groin.
- A normal person wouldn't steal pituitaries.
- Damn, I'll burn you into a BBQ chicken!
- Take my advice, or I'll spank you without pants.
- Who gave you the nerve to get killed here?
- Quiet or I'll blow your throat up.
- You always use violence. I should've ordered glutinous rice chicken.
- I'll fire aimlessly if you don't come out!
- You daring lousy guy.
- Beat him out of recognizable shape!
- I have been scared shitless too much lately.
- I got knife scars more than the number of your leg's hair!
- Beware! Your bones are going to be disconnected.
- The bullets inside are very hot. Why do I feel so cold?
- How can you use my intestines as a gift?
- This will be of fine service for you, you bag of the scum. I am sure you will not mind that I remove your manhoods and leave them out on the dessert flour for your aunts to eat.
- Yah-hah, evil spider woman! I have captured you by the short rabbits and can now deliver you violently to your gynecologist for a thorough extermination.
- Greetings, large black person. Let us not forget to form a team up together and go into the country to inflict the pain of our karate feets on some ass of the giant lizard person.
current mood: amused
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12:59 pm
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on arrested development this morning:
Gob: This is a courthouse bar, Michael. These are professional, aggressive women. They’re looking for nothing more than a one-night stand. No real names and no promises.
Michael: I’m not a one-night stand kind of guy. I don’t like lying to women.
Gob: These are lawyers. That’s Latin for “liar.”
i miss tv.
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thursday morning i went to the other side of the oval to submit jowein's LOA forms. at palma hall i was suddenly overcome with a weird nostalgic feeling. i decided to pay propdv a visit.
"parang may bago sa 'yo..."
i thought, god, could he really tell i've been lousy with my life lately?
"you look a lot younger, para kang undergrad freshman! nag-gy-gym ka ata eh."
relief. i said, "no sir, just regular lawschool diet of five million codal provisions a week."
he told me how philcoa is extremely dangerous and i shouldn't go home later than 6pm. no jogging around the oval past dark, there's apparently a girl who was thrown into a parked van but got away because she was slippery with sweat and very athletic. he advised against being too involved in very activist organizations (but i guess not with very activists org-mates, right?)
he's starting this website, for OFWs to have easier access for redress of grievances. he's even aiming to have congress pass a law requiring people leaving to work overseas to sign-up for membership in this "make sumbong to filipino authorities" website. and that's prof. de villa for you. always doing something to make this awful country a little bit better.
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friday morning, i was accessory to a seminar for women. our speaker, a very prolific public speaker, talked about laws affecting women in a sort of mandarin-toned barok filipino-english. i was his interpreter.
current music: "my doorbell" ~ the white stripes
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| Saturday, December 3rd, 2005
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8:14 pm - i ♥ december
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because it's my birthmonth.
because i get two sets of gifts!
because people are a lot nicer.
because it's a little bit cooler.
because i could wear knee-high stockings.
because half the month will be spent chowing down on ham.
because i get to attend simbang gabi.
because of hot choco + bibingka + puto bumbong after simbang gabi.
because mom makes a wicked liquor-infused fruitcake.
because i get to buy presents! [i love buying presents.]
because i get to wrap presents! [i love wrapping presents.]
because ridiculous christmas specials abound.
because my block's christmas party this year is disney-themed!
and on that note...
beggars can't be choosers.
first floor library, visit the not so official II-D table (the one nearest to the computers).
make a bunch of law students happy this season.
donate to the II-D christmas party.
current mood: happy
current music: baby all i want for christmas is you ooohoohooh
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| Friday, December 2nd, 2005
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10:42 pm - secret spy society candidate disqualified
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if we're not having the lousiest conversation,
i begin revealing how big of a spy i am.
Who is the spy? Is it me? Is it you? Here, drink this wine...
current music: "be mine" ~ david gray
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| Thursday, December 1st, 2005
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10:25 am - to the next thirty-one days of the last month of two thousand and five...
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orange-colored day. third floor library sunset.
You swallowed everything, like distance
like the sea, like time.
In you everything sank!
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.
Pilot's dead, fury of a blind diver,
turbulent drunkenness of love,
in you everything sank!
- Neruda, A Song of Despair
current mood:  nostalgic
current music: "i'd like for you to be still..." ~ glenn close, il postino
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