Oh oh I am happy for many words that have been shot out like ze bullets. YEY.
I have not gone on MS Word that way for a long yearsss.

And for the books last Saturday for Woody Allen who hurts my insides because I laugh too much and for the why we write with style said Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. and for the Venus that Mr. Edgar Rice Burroughs says he losted. Twin times is grood times.

Happiness for watching "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" again. I ended up making screen caps of the art and the faceless beings. *glee*

I fixed my book shelf yesterday. It was fun, but it made me realize that I shouldn't be buying any more books until I have conquered my backlog. Meeps.

I also found the diary I had when I was ten years old. Errrr. That is one tree by-product that I will not regret burning. Hahaha.

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You, syatap. I don't like your noise and your spins because they are in the path of witches. Ech. Do not hinder the witches.

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Dfjsadnfsdfsadf;alsd fsdhknlmnlkh

Iiii caaaaan't breeaaathe.

No, it's not emo-ing. ARGH. Cursessss. Two packs worth of trees, murdered! My nose shall fall off with a plap as it keeps making the honkhonkhonky sounds. Gaaaaah iz never endings for the nerve endings.

"Shoe-lacing is a revealing and personal matter. There are criss-cross lacers; the neat and brisk people who like a pattern under the surface. There are straight lacers; who pretend to be tougher than they are but when they come undone, boy, are they undone. There are tie-tights; the ones who need to feel secure, and there are the slack-jacks, who like to leave themselves a little loose, the ones who would rather not wear shoes at all. I've met people who always use a double knot. They are liars. I'm telling you because I know." [Jeanette Winterson - "Atlantic Crossing"]

(bwahaha Akire yer fault)

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Conversations with Neia as Lion the Lion:
[Neia was pretending to be her stuffed lion, Lion (originally called Roary because Beanie Babies have names already pfft). This was while I was feeding her breakfast.]
Me: Who's going to eat the oatmeal?
Neia as Lion: I'm going to eat it!
Me: Lions don't eat oatmeal! Lions eat MEN!
Neia as Lion: But I'm a baby lion!
Me: Then you shall eat BABY MEN!
Neia as Lion: Nooooooo!
Neia: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Of all the places they could have put me in, they dumped me in the library.

OH MY LORDY I GLORVE MY JOB. ^-^


For the first day of our Practicum/OJT at Alliance Française de Manille (AFM - French school/cultural center in Makati), Carmel and I were tasked to organize the books in their library. Alphabetize, which turned out to be by author. I glee. Haha. The person responsible for the two of us hadn't exactly thought of something we could do that day, and the director of Alliance actually just told us to hang around. He even said we could make use of the free Internet in the library, which we did eventually. Hahaha.

Carmel has never seen me so giddy, since it was the fiction section that we first reorganized. I ran my fingers through the age-old dust particles that enveloped every book and squeed every time I saw a title I was familiar with. It was like the dust was their protective cover - yes, quite a thick layer - and now this gray shield has been marked with our fingerprints, just as it marked the space under our fingernails. Carmel and I had to douse our hands with rubbing alcohol after every couple of bookshelves.

The library was well-stocked with French literature, and I couldn't help listing down some of the authors I saw there. Their works were in French, of course, and it was gratifying to see some books by Beauvoir, Camus and Sartre in their original text. Haha. It was also a plus to be able to understand their titles! There were also about three rows for Honores de Balzac, half a shelf for Alexandre Dumas, Marguerite Duras, about two rows for Guy de Maupassant, a few books by Gustave Flaubert, Victor Hugo, Rimbaud, four whole shelves for Jules Verne, some works by Moliere, Virginia Woolf, Agatha Christie, Kawabata, Nabokov, Arundhati Roy, and it was all so much glorve. In French!

I was so amused that I listed some of the titles in French. See if you can guess their English counterparts and their authors (oh these are easy):

- "Balzac et la Petite Tailleuse chinoise"
- "L'homme Invisible"
- "Le Portrait de Dorian Gray"
- "En attendant Godot"
- "Gens de Dublin"
- "L'insoutenable légèreté de l'être"
- "Sur la route"
- "Les aventures d'Arthur Gordon Pym"
- "Les enfants de minuit"
- "Le Seigneur des Anneaux : La Communauté de L'Anneau"
- "Les Villes Invisibles"
- "Le Pendule de Foucault"

Hahaha. Carmel and I also wandered over to their children's books section for fun. I spotted hardbound comics for The Adventures of Tintin, The Smurfs (Les Stroumpfs!), and Asterix. There were also French versions of Disney storybooks and Paddington Bear. Haha. We also applied for library cards/membership, so we can bring home some books. I'm planning on borrowing the english works of Balzac, since I don't think I'll understand every bit of French there. The first time the director talked to us in French, my brain went numb. I kept nodding. (O_O)

During our lunch break, we planned to go out because we knew the food there really strangles the wallet. But then we were invited by some of the staff to join them in the cafe, and it turns out we get free lunch because we work there. Hahaha.

Alliance's first major event for the French Spring Festival is the Dèguste, a Culinary Arts exhibit that will be held in the Ayala Museum on Thursday. We're required to go, and yes, I'm actually excited. Haha. I think it's free of charge so anyone can go, and you get to eat art. They have cakes on people's hands and you can just take them and nom nom nom.

And on an even happier note, our mentor just said we passed thesis. Final submission tomorrow okay. :)

And once again, because I don't think this giddy time will last so I shall just say it, the Untwin-twin kuneho has shared the glee as well. HOORAY.

♥

I took this photo by chance as Mr. Gaiman passed by in front of me after the program. Hee.

Me: MR. GAIMAAAAAN!
My finger: *accidentally pushes the clicky button*
Mr. Gaiman: Hel- *gets blinded by the camera flash interrupted by the camera flash in the middle of saying Hello*
Me: Oops.
Mr. Gaiman: *is ushered away by the horde of Manchurian Army soldiers security guards*

Oh lordy I hope I didn't scare/blind/traumatize him. He looked so tired I wanted to give him a hug. And polvoron. He didn't get his polvoron from me. I wrote him a letter saying I would give him polvoron because Nina gave me her polvoron wrapper. I stuck the polvoron wrapper on the letter and promised Mr. Gaiman I would give him some. I couldn't throw it at him; he might've gotten hurt. He already looked harassed. No polvoron then. Sad.

But happy indeed for the afternoon, breathing the same dust particles as Mr. Gaiman, along with Jill and Carlo. We also saw Maphie, Bong and Kat. People in Fully Booked Serendra were buying Mr. Gaiman's books like it was their Apocalypse Survival Kits. Haha. There were also stacks of signed copies of the Beowulf screenplay (or script?). No wonder Mr. Gaiman looked less like his picture on the back of his books. They're manipulating him and demanding people to pay for his presence! Gaaaah evilllll

I bought Orhan Pamuk's "My Name is Red" to celebrate the day, instead of purchasing "Expeditions," the 1st Philippine Graphic/Fiction Awards Anthology. Haha. Guh my savings are diminishing and it's almost Christmas (haha right). Fully Booked Serendra is one place I would like to live in, unless they build a better bookstore. Hooray anyway. Happy indeed.

Oh, and Neia said: "Ate, I like Neil Gailman. I like Neil Gailman's hair; it's kulot."

Yes, Mr. Gaiman gets an extra 'L' in his name from my sister, who ended up eating the polvoron I was to give him. Haha.


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( 'Free'-writing exercise you'll probably see and ponder on. )

A couple of days ago, I got asked about my astrological/Zodiac sign. All I remember saying was something about money. Hneh. Surprisingly, as I am doing my part in our thesis, my not-really-but-is Ate, Jason the person, started describing the Taurus characteristics to me. He sent me this link. In my interest of self-discovery, which seems to be my reason for being lethargic these days, I read this:

May 5 Birthday Astrology:
by Jill M. Phillips [hahaha. Jill was the one who asked me about my Zodiac sign]

A Taurus born on May 5 is verbal, imaginative, and not at all shy about expressing their opinions. They are extremely talkative, and an animated manner is their personal trademark. They are also good listeners, and despite their "chatty" reputation, can keep a secret better than most.

Friends and Lovers
May 5 individuals are friendly and sociable, making their friends feel as if they serve a vital role in their lives. In romance, they can be fickle. They tend to fall in and out of love quickly, often basing their feelings on intellectual kinship more than on romantic compatibility. They can make a successful marriage with a partner as long as there is sufficient intellectual chemistry.

Children and Family
Family life and background rarely play a major role in the lives of May 5 individuals. They are free-thinking and anxious to go their own way, often breaking from the teachings of their youth. Parenthood is not high on the list of priorities for them. They often marry and have children after they satisfy their career ambitions.

Health
May 5 people do everything in a hurry, even when they don't need to rush. Because of this, they experience more than their share of needless accidents. It is important that May 5 people refrain from taking unnecessary medication since it has a negative effect on their system.

Career and Finances
Outspoken and opinionated, these bright, curious, and eager people start making career plans early in life. Because of their exceptional communication skills, they make fine professors, lawyers, and writers. They are clever with money. They have uncanny judgment and can turn a small inheritance into a healthy bankroll.

Dreams and Goals
People born on May 5 are intrepid students. They never stop learning and never want to close the book on achieving the very best they can. They are adventurous, often leaving the comfort and security of a job in mid-life to train for a new career. Worldly success and money mean very little to the people born on this date. They are looking to establish a "personal best" that accords with their own standards--not those of anyone else.

Taurus Information for May 5
You should embrace: Self-motivation, gladness, justice
You should avoid: Living in a dream world, glib remarks, apathy [boo, i like these.]



Hahaha. I'm not confining myself to those characteristics, but I have to admit that some of them are true (italicized). Or I probably haven't figured out the rest yet. Oh well.

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It was my first time to go to Divisoria today (or yesterday. I lack the capacity to tell time right now). I went with my mom and her college friends. It's surprising how they've still kept in touch. It was like they were still teenagers who'd do anything to go out together. Haha.

It's amazing how 168 fools you into thinking you need things. I had to tear my eyes away from the mp3 players.

Oh yes socks for me! X3

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Gee. Longer journal entries. (O_O)
And I have Mr. Chuck Palahniuk's "Haunted" and a Vintage Fantasy couple (Murakami and Carroll)! ^^
Okay, back to thesishit.

Meeting God
by M. Stanley Bubien
I looked askance at him as he strode toward me, beaming graciously. "Face to face once again!" he bellowed with hand outstretched.




"My dear sir," I hesitated briefly before accepting his grasp, "you have me at a loss."




A curt reply, though I nodded inwardly at the firmness of his handshake.




"Oh? We've met before. Name's God."




"Poppycock!" I stepped back. "That's my name!"

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