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[Saturday, August 16, 2003]
[lep•toh•spy•row•sis] n.
1. a bacterial disease caused by bacteria of the genus leptospira and usually caused by exposure to water contaminated with the urine of infected animals. symptoms include high fever, severe headache, chills, muscle aches, and vomiting, as well as jaundice, red-eye, abdominal pain, diarrhea, or a rash. if left untreated, the patient could develop kidney damage, meningitis, liver failure, and respiratory distress; in rare cases death occurs.
2. what i now have a significant chance of developing, after two days of sloshing through taft avenue floodwaters in my sandals.
but that's ok, at least i was able to attend reinkarnasyon ng salita, although i was booted off the list of readers [a relief, actually, since halfway through the program i still had no idea what i wanted to read]. the poems read were great and so were the intermission numbers [excepting a horrendous rendition of the ghost of tom jones by malate's own beef baloney].
after vernacular poetry, members of the dlsu orchestra [or whatever they call themselves] played the theme from batibot and paraiso, among others. for some reason i get sentimental whenever i hear those two pieces. donna turned out to be part of johnny panic and the bible of dreams, a band that puts music to poems [not bad at all, although their name could use some work].
i reiterate, the poems were worth the bad timing. i especially loved lourd de veyra's olpaktori, eve ensler's my vagina was my village [yes, from the vagina monologues], and the two poems of this guy who used to be from malate, whose name, sad to say, i didn't catch, and whose works, even sadder, are not available online. the titles are kwardernong rosas and something binata something something lrt, in case you have the time and the interest.
but of course the best part was the free food. for a pika-pika lover such as myself, unlimited puto't kutchinta definitely hits home. it's just too bad that they didn't have any pastillas de leche, majablanca, ube, or leche flan.
i'm going to flunk math big time. we have a quiz on wednesday and everything ms franco teaches about trigonometry goes in one ear and out the other. maybe that's because i need to understand the lesson before i can memorize it. or maybe because i was severely distracted by those two pieces of intertwined metal that you have to disentangle or you'll go crazy with obsessed compulsion.
well, i guess i better start raiding websites for ideas i can steal and put on my own. did i mention that i have to make one as a requirement for basicon? it's not that bad, really, but i prefer to leave off where networking starts creeping in.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 10:21 AM
1. a bacterial disease caused by bacteria of the genus leptospira and usually caused by exposure to water contaminated with the urine of infected animals. symptoms include high fever, severe headache, chills, muscle aches, and vomiting, as well as jaundice, red-eye, abdominal pain, diarrhea, or a rash. if left untreated, the patient could develop kidney damage, meningitis, liver failure, and respiratory distress; in rare cases death occurs.
2. what i now have a significant chance of developing, after two days of sloshing through taft avenue floodwaters in my sandals.
but that's ok, at least i was able to attend reinkarnasyon ng salita, although i was booted off the list of readers [a relief, actually, since halfway through the program i still had no idea what i wanted to read]. the poems read were great and so were the intermission numbers [excepting a horrendous rendition of the ghost of tom jones by malate's own beef baloney].
after vernacular poetry, members of the dlsu orchestra [or whatever they call themselves] played the theme from batibot and paraiso, among others. for some reason i get sentimental whenever i hear those two pieces. donna turned out to be part of johnny panic and the bible of dreams, a band that puts music to poems [not bad at all, although their name could use some work].
i reiterate, the poems were worth the bad timing. i especially loved lourd de veyra's olpaktori, eve ensler's my vagina was my village [yes, from the vagina monologues], and the two poems of this guy who used to be from malate, whose name, sad to say, i didn't catch, and whose works, even sadder, are not available online. the titles are kwardernong rosas and something binata something something lrt, in case you have the time and the interest.
but of course the best part was the free food. for a pika-pika lover such as myself, unlimited puto't kutchinta definitely hits home. it's just too bad that they didn't have any pastillas de leche, majablanca, ube, or leche flan.
i'm going to flunk math big time. we have a quiz on wednesday and everything ms franco teaches about trigonometry goes in one ear and out the other. maybe that's because i need to understand the lesson before i can memorize it. or maybe because i was severely distracted by those two pieces of intertwined metal that you have to disentangle or you'll go crazy with obsessed compulsion.
well, i guess i better start raiding websites for ideas i can steal and put on my own. did i mention that i have to make one as a requirement for basicon? it's not that bad, really, but i prefer to leave off where networking starts creeping in.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 10:21 AM