My mom and Neia reviewing for school:
[Topic was the months of the year in Filipino, but I think they were doing it backwards]
My mom: Marso?
Neia: March?
My mom: Abril?
Neia: April!
My mom: Disyembre?
Neia: December!
My mom: Hulyo?
Neia: Ummm
My mom: Birthmonth mo yun!
Neia: July!
My mom: Nobyembre?
Neia: Uhhh Araw ng mga patay!
My mom: Neiaaa! Hindi yun month!
Neia: *giggles*
My mom: Eh Pebrero?
Neia: Friday?

YES.

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EDIT: Burdei pala ni Snape nung Friday. Hahaha.

I have two erm obligations sitting on my office desk right now, both of them wrapped tight with sugar.

But yey! Cookie party!

After that scream of a weekend, I do need the happies.

Boredom, meet Internal Revolution. One of you has to leave now, please. I am asking you nicely, but I don't know what comes next.


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Oh, and this too. Hahaha.

: You bought me a present? Why would you do such a thing? I know you think you're being generous, but the foundation of gift giving is reciprocity. You haven't given me a gift, you've given me an obligation. The essence of the custom is that I now have to go out and purchase for you a gift of commensurate value and representing the same perceived level of friendship as that represented by the gift you've given me. Ah, its no wonder suicide rates skyrocket this time of year.

Last night, my friend Trisha and I were talking on the phone (gasp human contact!). Our conversation resulted in the following paraphrased soup:

Trisha: May tanong ako.
Me: Sige, ano?
Trisha: Kung si Dyesebel - kilala mo naman si Dyesebel? Haha.
Me: Oo naman.
Trisha: Ayun, kung si Dyesebel o kung sino mang mermaid, kinasal sa human, yung anak ba nila magiging 3/4 human?
Me: Di ba natin pinag-aralan sa Bio yan? Yung dominant and recessive traits?
Trisha: Oo, pero isipin mo diba? Haha. Si Dyesebel half-human, half-fish tapos yung asawa niya full-blooded human. Anong mangyayari sa anak nila?
Me: Siguro nga magiging 3/4 human.
Trisha: Pwede kaya yun?
Me: Ewan ko. Kaya siguro siya fiction.
Trisha: Pero ayun nga.
Me: Akala ko tatanong mo sa kin, kung si Dyesebel magkakaanak sa human, anong dugo nung magiging anak nila - cold-blooded or warm-blooded. Hahaha. Diba? Si Dyesebel dalawang klase yung dugo?
Trisha: Oo nga! Yung buntot niya cold-blooded tapos yung taas niya hinde! Hahaha!

And oh yes I find myself perpetually unable to stop laughing at an easily identified corny joke. Haha.

Trisha: May joke ako sa 'yo.
Me: Bilis matutulog na ko. Haha.
Trisha: Anong sabi ni Nemo nung nagkita sila nung isa pang Nemo?
Me: Ano?
Trisha: "Hello, ano nemo?"
Me: Hahahahahaaaa

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Trisha: Kung ang ph care sa babae, ano naman sa lalaki?
Me: Ewan ko. Ano?
Trisha: Tide.
Me: Ha? Bakit?
Trisha: Tide. Gulat ka no?
Me: Hahahahaha! Bentaaa!


Nrrr. I can never get through a whole month without getting sick twice (or more). She even pointed out that in high school, you'd know it was me when there was coughing and nose-blowing during a periodical exam. Haha.

Hooom. Hello I'm high on Strepsils and Benadryl and Decolgen (and hunny!) again. Hahaha wheeeeeeee!

Oh my, is that considered a drug problem? Haha.

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I bought eyeballs this morning! ^-^
And found this on Wikipedia:

Never have I been so amused by ten babies. ^-^
My parents came home yesterday and voila! Neobie and Neia get pets. At 19, the hermit crabs are my very first. EVER. I've never had a dog a cat a fish a bird any animal to care for and now, hee!

TEN BABY HERMIT CRABS
TEN BABY HERMIT CRABS
LALALALAAAA

Oh my. Their shells are amazing too. My favorite is the slime-green one, and by scanning the dictionary, it was named Nougat. Neia named one of them Daisy, another is Nunnery, then one is Incarcerate, and there's Fading, Rush, Levity, Tinsel, Speculator and Vignette. Most of their shells are peach-grey, and there's this almost blue-black one that resembles an oyster. When I checked on them this morning, I saw that errr they were piling on top of each other and falling.

Thank you, relatives who gave them out for free. Hahaha. I plan to make a sci-fi themed aquarium, with blue sand and and and robots! Oh, and we feed the baby crabs bread. I wonder how they'd look like when they're older. RESEARCH TAHMS!

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This is probably the corniest possible way I could put it, but I accept my corn.

Conversations with my mother about my hair:
My mom: Ibang style kasi yan. Layered style!
Me: Like, like an onion?
My mom: Iba namang layers yun no!
Me: My hair is like an onion. You cut it up and it. makes. me. cry. o__o
My mom: ANOOO?!?!?

Well I haven't had a haircut in almost a year, so this is errr something.

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Social gatherings make me queasy.

"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!

I'm laughing again, and cursing too. This is a far cry (cry hahaha) from this morning's perplexing REM results. If you knew me in high school, you also know about that escape bit in that old fiction (haha that was just a term for something that wasn't/isn't). So the eye-opening moment that introduced Today prevented me from knowing how that fiction ended. Hm, not really but yes maybe sense er no. If you knew me now you'd never think it because I didn't think it so you can't think that way. I forbid you. >:D

Flying floating gloating quill feathers, it must be the fault of the "Postcard" that dances!

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Ha. Tomorrow I will be re-writing entertainment articles again - gossip and blech about Justin Timberlake's childhood whut. My dad told me that Hollywood stars are special people, a very rare breed in the world. He also added that I should feel special writing about them. ERRR NO. There are too many of them, and I should know. I'll only feel special if I get a decent paycheck for swallowing more than half of my principles. Hm. I haven't spat them out at least. But then again, I learned that Kate Beckinsale studied French and Roman Literature. Heh. Well, that was useful information. Guh. ¬_¬

Oh no, I shouldn't complain at all. I'mnoti'mnoti'mnot. I'm actually learning people, and that is grood, a very grood. :)

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I want a sheep. I will pat it on the head and let it eat grass-flavored jelly beans. Mouflon is my new favorite word so if I get a sheep I will name it that. Even though an actual mouflon looks scary I can still call my sheep Mouflon or Mouf or Moof like a cow's sound added to its foot. No, sheep, I will not shear you. Your fluff will be saved.

Ah, on another note:

Conversations between Neia and my mom:
My mom is trying to teach my sister simple Filipino words. Neia has trouble with them since it's her first time to have the subject in school.
My mom: Anong tagalog ng 'sheep'? O 'lamb'?
Neia: O lamb? O lamb? Ulamb! ULAM!

Well, eventually, it becomes that, but I hope not. Haha.

A weak recap, but it can't be worn again.

+ 'A Video on Porntoegraphy' for GENDERS class - I have never been so disgusted by feet. Guh. And to think I really like socks. (Save the innocents from toe porn!) What's more disturbing is that I had to direct the video, shoot it, and edit it (meaning I had to watch it over and over oh lordy my eyes). But it's okay, they said it's "educational" anyway. Ha. If it taught me something, it's to at least get some sleep before the sun rises. I didn't, and haha it made me crave ham Poptarts badly. Muttering incoherently is normal for me; it's not a side effect of the non-sleep.
+ SPO "Xmas Party" - Haha food stubs and fashion sense? Thankshoo Carlo for the Poptarts and things. Let us all sing our ABCs.
+ Glow-in-the-dark cats- I WANT ONE.
+ Treasure hunt - I raided Book Sale at SM MoA to buy presents for my friends. Since I haven't given out all of them I shall be quiet about that for now. Hee.
+ Raaaa for Revisions - EGI, 1716 and not sleeping again. Ah, craft. I don't know how things went but guh. It was an okay okay okay. Untwin twin thank yoo for yer Shield Maiden artsyness. *metaphysical hug* And to Neeners too a thankshoo Hee.
+ Curse Corpse Cards Day - 2.5, 3.0, 3.0, 3.5, 4.0, 4.0 = Thesis, EUROLIT, GENDERS, French, RELSTRI (Haaa?) and PHILPER. Someone compute GPA for me I'm lazy. Okay, never mind. Issa and Krizza thesismates the Space presents an appreciatory for many. :D
+ Neia's Xmas Party - Free diversity, in food and people. It was a happy yis. Pio (cousin) and Neia performed and applaudses to them. Childrin! X3 Hahaha.
+ Home - I have been spending the past two days reading Mr. Gaiman's "The Sandman" series on CD. I am sorry, Mr. Gaiman, if I am failing you, but I cannot afford your brain in print. I apologize. Also, I have finished a couple of PC Solitaire, and gotten to level 4 of Mad Caps. Okay whoo accomplishment. Tomorrow I shall bake skull-cookies again, methinks.

Surprisingly, this is actually a semi-normal blog entry.

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( Forebears and oh lordy I'm related to them and what they say! )

♥

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. )

( Free writing exercise )

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Sundays are an eyesore gah.

Conversations with my mother:
[My dad was complaining about something and we were hearing it from the other room. He was like that the whole day.]
My mom: *frustrated, I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-him face*
Me: Grah. Ayoko talaga sa lalaki.
My mom: TAMA! Hay nako, anak. WAG NA!
Me: [pause] I love you, mama.

That has got to be yesterday's most peculiarly significant moment. My friends know my mother as someone who wants me to denounce all my asexual principles, and this sudden turnaround is wow. Just WOW. Hahaha. This deserves a happy face: [insert happy face here].


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My parents want to enroll my sister in the KUM('_')N (koo-mon) program. I attended the orientation with my mom yesterday and found out that their mission-vision is World Peace. I would erm bake them cookies if they achieve that. Hnr.

Conversations with Neia, my litol sister:
Neia: When you mix pink and red...?
Me: Um. Red.
Neia: NO! Strawberry red!




Wow. Childrin's logic. Childrinnnn. Haha.


We went to Mass this morning and the guest priest has the same hairstyle as Hitler. Wtf.


I should've taken his picture! Hahaha.

Any act relating to the making of a treaty by a person not authorised as required will be without any legal effect, unless the state involved afterwards confirms the act. One example of this kind of situation arose in 1951 with regard to a convention relating to the naming of cheeses. It was signed by a delegate on behalf of both Sweden and Norway, but it appeared that he had authority only from Norway. However, the agreement was subsequently ratified by both parties and entered into effect."
[- Shaw. "International Law," Chapter 16: The Law of Treaties]




I have a pet. It is a block of cheddar cheese named Arnold. For him to be legally Arnold, it was mandatory that I have him ratified through the United Nations and the Vienna Convention on the Law of Treaties. Now, Arnold is bound to that name because there has been an agreement undergone by me, a supposedly sovereign state, and the Dairy Department of Identification, the organization Arnold belonged to. Arnold is now authorised to exist under that moniker so that peaceful co-operation among nations can be fulfilled.




Well, not really.
When you're studying International Law in utter sincerity and this pops up, you can't help but note it down and laugh.



Cheese. What the hell. XD


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I'd much rather rage on rant sing the praises of every piece of paper I'm required to read for class, but I choose to control myself. You need not hear all the @%(#%+*-@$&@(****$@^ wonderfully enlightening discussions about International Relations we've had today, because I fear that it may confound baffle stimulate your minds to unimaginable heights no one can reach, and we wouldn't be able to contact you when needed.


Let me satisfy your craving eyes instead with some aphorisms, brought to you by the letter plus sign.


"Anything can happen in the hallway! This is where the magic happens!" - Issa


"'Pag nag-right ka, dun ka sa kanan!" - Nicki


"You're unphysical!" - Issa



Conversations with Carmel:
Carmel: I'm going to make you suffer before you die!
Me: *perktastic* Yes! It's called Living!
Carmel: (o_O)


Conversations with my mom who cooked pasta yesterday:
Me: Woooow. Ano 'yan?
My mom: Maskipaps Spaghetti.
Me: Ha?!?
My mom: Maski-papaano!
Me: *fit of laughter*


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I got tagged by jeannecarmel.


Each player of this game starts with 6 weird things about you. People who got tagged need to write a blog entry of their own 6 weird things. They should as well as state the rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.


( 6 and 6. )

Today's wisdom cavity comes from Jessica Zafra, who I owe my overlord aspirations to.

The Magic Lamp
You buy an antique lamp at a flea market, and when you rub it with metal polish, a genie appears. You are given a choice between being Rich and Famous or saving the world.
You choose Rich and Famous.
The next day the world ends.

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1. Have your music library ready.
2. Choose one (1) song from your music library whose title starts with the first letter (or number) of your screen name.
3. Repeat this process with each successive letter (or number) in your screen name until you run out of letters (or numbers).
4. Post up your results.
5. BONUS POINTS: Upload your mix (whether it's individual songs or a .zip of all the the songs) and include the mix in your post.
[Bonus Points don't matter to underachievers. *ehem*]
[Or maybe I'm just lazy.]

E - Eleanor Put Your Boots On (Franz Ferdinand)
B - Banquet (Bloc Party)
O - One Eighty by Summer (Taking Back Sunday)
N - Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks (Panic! at the Disco)
I - Ize of the World (The Strokes)
E - Exstentialism on Prom Night (Straylight Run)
T - The Sound of Settling (Death Cab for Cutie)
H - Hangman (Motion City Soundtrack)
E - Easy Way Out (The Pink Spiders)
W - Why Do You Love Me (Garbage)
E - Everything is Alright (Motion City Soundtrack)
I - I Miss You (Incubus or Blink-182)
R - Rimini (Les Wampas)
D - Day Late Friend (Anberlin)

That was fun. Hahaha.


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I don't understand why I keep biting off more than I can chew. I'm not that hungry anyway. It makes me wonder if I like all this exhaustion. Most of us ISE students have declared ourselves masochists in a way that doesn't exactly involve the sensual. I don't get why we can still go to school with smiles plastered on our faces.

We must be crazy.



Or maybe it's the side effect of David Conradt (with a T!), Swedberg and Feinberg (the dynamic duo), that IMF Joyce dude, Vincent Leroux and Christophe Weiss and all those FORUM characters.


Oh. And because I don't really mind my blog being read by our professors:

Sir Baquiran: "Which is easier, to be good or to be bad? To be bad! It's more of a challenge to become good!"

Bah. Who said I liked challenges? (¬_¬)




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Let us bum.
And bomb.

Hand me that grenade and tell all the tall tales!

My mom: Are you done? (with your story)
Me: No.
My mom: O, straight body.

*eyeroll*

My mother told me I looked like a druggie when I arrived home yesterday. It must be all the readings we're supposed to finish for the first week of school until next week. The League of Nations had never looked so mundane compared to Labyrinths by Jorge Luis Borges. And Borges is no easy read.

I came home from the (supah funnnn) Prose Meeting expecting to stay at home and revise, revise, revise.

But I had no say in my parents' decision to go to Church.

I actually just attend Mass because I like listening (and side-commenting) on the homilies. And because I'd probably be thrown out on the streets if my parents ever knew about my doubts.

Anyway, we didn't get to go to Mass because of the traffic. That was around 5:30 pm and people were lined up for the PyrOlympics. Cars treated the street like it was a parking lot. We were stuck so badly we even thought about walking home and leaving the car. So since we were late for Mass, we ended up eating pizza at Yellow Cab. Then we saw a fire nearby. What a way to end the weakening week.

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And 3rd term MLF Recruitment! Woooooohooooo. Come! Let's join us!

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Also, AK (methinksyoocrap), asked me to post this (because I agree that Ms. Natty is wicked in an ultra-kool way and I'm procrastinating my revision):

Memorable Manauat Maxims: (from my INTPHIL class)
- "Do you look up to Kris Aquino? Is that why you have Eurotiles?"
- "'D' is for boy!"
- "What about true love? Do you believe in true love? Sounds cheesy, doesn't it?"
- "What do we mean when we say "sasagutin kita"? Is it always affirmative?"
- "According to the Pope, cost-cutting can be solved by praying 5 Hail Marys..."

( Morrrrre...Lots morrrre. )

This is what I do in class: I always choose the armchair with the largest desk space so I can have my thoughtpad handy. I list down all the almost-irrelevant-but-utterly-comical things that our professors say. I end up with more of their funny phrases on my thoughtpads than my own thoughts. But then it appears to be one of the reasons people actually read my thoughtpads. (O_O)

If this is illegal, all I can say is: I'm not plagiarizing. I'm crediting you for your self-produced hilarity. XD



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OMG. I can actually hear the fireworks from the PyrOlympics from my window. OMG. You have a clue on where I live. OMG. You're contributing to my already high level of paranoia. OMG. That's not good.