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.

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.

Untwin-twin question of the day:
My guilt or her bitterness?



Features:
My guilt: Inflicted on the self for reasons undisclosed.
Her bitterness: Inflicted on someone else for reasons undisclosed.

My guilt: Brought about by an excess of understanding.
Her bitterness: Brought about by a lack of understanding.

My guilt: Causes people to doubt sanity.
Her bitterness: Causes people to doubt reality.

My guilt: Controlled by the Superego.
Her bitterness: Controlled by the ID.

My guilt: Keeps appearing when something happens.
Her bitterness: Keeps appearing when something doesn't happen.

My guilt: Unmentioned except for now.
Her bitterness: Undeciphered ever since.

My guilt: Doesn't know what it's supposed to do.
Her bitterness: Doesn't know what's supposed to happen.

My guilt: Will probably keep bothering me.
Her bitterness: Will probably keep bothering.

My guilt: Is sorry for not doing anything.
Her bitterness: Is sorry for doing a lot.

My guilt: Because there is an abuse of kindness.
Her bitterness: Because there is no show of kindness.

My guilt: Confused because of what's been revealed.
Her bitterness: Confused because of what's not been revealed.

My guilt: Induced by a typographical error in a Tolkien.
Her bitterness: Induced by an initial mixup of a Colfer.

My guilt: Wants a cease and desist.
Her bitterness: Wants a grand finale.

My guilt and Her bitterness: Still exist. Oh crap.