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[Monday, January 31, 2005]
i. green place
renz: ayoko nang uminom...
self: 'di na kita aasarin sa... person... na iniibig mo, kung iinom ka pa.
renz: 'person'? parang kinikwistyon mo yung kasarian n'ya.
chudor: sige, kung iinom ka, babae s'ya; kung hindi, lalaki s'ya.
ii. football field
self: tignan mo si raimund, kamukha ni vhong navarro.
chudor: si marc abaya naman kamukha ni pogz.
self: wtf!?
iii. jeepney
chudor: my mother looks so happy whenever i tell her that i'll join the priesthood.
self: 'father chudor'... well it does have a nice ring to it.
chudor: wtf...
self: sounds like 'motherfucker'.
chudor: you always say the right things.
iv. dinner table
self: what's for dinner?
asha: soup.
self: what kind?
asha: i don't know. give it a name.
self: looks like upchuck. hmm... how about 'chudor soup'?
asha: ok, i'm done eating...
no, i'm neither gay nor do i have a bestiality fetish, thank you very much.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 11:52 PM
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renz: ayoko nang uminom...
self: 'di na kita aasarin sa... person... na iniibig mo, kung iinom ka pa.
renz: 'person'? parang kinikwistyon mo yung kasarian n'ya.
chudor: sige, kung iinom ka, babae s'ya; kung hindi, lalaki s'ya.
ii. football field
self: tignan mo si raimund, kamukha ni vhong navarro.
chudor: si marc abaya naman kamukha ni pogz.
self: wtf!?
iii. jeepney
chudor: my mother looks so happy whenever i tell her that i'll join the priesthood.
self: 'father chudor'... well it does have a nice ring to it.
chudor: wtf...
self: sounds like 'motherfucker'.
chudor: you always say the right things.
iv. dinner table
self: what's for dinner?
asha: soup.
self: what kind?
asha: i don't know. give it a name.
self: looks like upchuck. hmm... how about 'chudor soup'?
asha: ok, i'm done eating...
no, i'm neither gay nor do i have a bestiality fetish, thank you very much.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 11:52 PM
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[Saturday, January 29, 2005]
i wasn't able to watch bigote perform at gdonya. some of my gox friends and i had a few rounds of gin bulag and|or gin ice tea at the greenplace around 4pm, and the next coherent thought i had was of jendee asking me what i meant by "i'm not drunk, i'm just drunk" some three hours later.
i was in the football field, and the concert was already underway. after some bullshit involving a star-shaped line of people and some candles, the pops orchestra performed rather be green following a few forgettable numbers. strange how most of the people appeared to have heard it for the first time.
pinas, the first band, was good, and the hundred-thousand-peso fireworks display that accompanied their first song was quite the experience. it was like i was witnessing the birth of the universe.
no really.
some spiraled out at their peak, like galaxies trailing arms; others burst into clouds of color, like newborn nebulas in bloom [excuse my lack of originality]; still others were so large, their big bangs covered the entire skyscape in pinpricks which hung in place for seconds before arcing, dimming, raining down.
this is the part where you say, "whatever you're smoking, i want some of that."
anyway the second band, ephesus, was [paragraph truncated due to offensive content]
bloomfield followed, all four of them in suit and tie. considering that their set was thirty minutes long, it was a wonder they didn't collapse from heatstroke. chudor and i ran into them on our way out after the sandwich set. pleasantly chatty fellows, the guitarist in particular. although their genre of music isn't one of my favorites, i hope they do well [unlike a certain other band whose bassist strums his instrument. wtf].
the sandwich set [including their rendition of huwag na huwag mong sasabihin, which was entirely diego castillo's pakana] was half-done by the time marc abaya managed to get past dlsu security. raimund was necromancer-for-the-night, but marc had his undead moment too, at the height of butterfly carnival.
the girl standing southeast of chudor was rather cute, so my time was divided between talking to him and memorizing myrene's basslines. i didn't bother making conversation with her directly, though, since i assume that she's already spoken for.
they threw a red horse t-shirt into the crowd and for a split-second i thought i was going to get it, but it landed somewhere behind me. damn.
does anyone know where i can buy one?
sige ingat.ü
---
in response to a comment on my previous entry, which runs thus:
Christ died for our sins-
Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved
first of all, anonymous, i would like to correct your grammar - you believe *in* something, not on it. and second, your tactics give the christian community a very desperate and impersonal tone. focus on living your life right and the people you inspire will inspire others.
at this point in time, however, i hardly consider what you did as inspiring.
posted by stani at 1:16 PM
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i was in the football field, and the concert was already underway. after some bullshit involving a star-shaped line of people and some candles, the pops orchestra performed rather be green following a few forgettable numbers. strange how most of the people appeared to have heard it for the first time.
pinas, the first band, was good, and the hundred-thousand-peso fireworks display that accompanied their first song was quite the experience. it was like i was witnessing the birth of the universe.
no really.
some spiraled out at their peak, like galaxies trailing arms; others burst into clouds of color, like newborn nebulas in bloom [excuse my lack of originality]; still others were so large, their big bangs covered the entire skyscape in pinpricks which hung in place for seconds before arcing, dimming, raining down.
this is the part where you say, "whatever you're smoking, i want some of that."
anyway the second band, ephesus, was [paragraph truncated due to offensive content]
bloomfield followed, all four of them in suit and tie. considering that their set was thirty minutes long, it was a wonder they didn't collapse from heatstroke. chudor and i ran into them on our way out after the sandwich set. pleasantly chatty fellows, the guitarist in particular. although their genre of music isn't one of my favorites, i hope they do well [unlike a certain other band whose bassist strums his instrument. wtf].
the sandwich set [including their rendition of huwag na huwag mong sasabihin, which was entirely diego castillo's pakana] was half-done by the time marc abaya managed to get past dlsu security. raimund was necromancer-for-the-night, but marc had his undead moment too, at the height of butterfly carnival.
the girl standing southeast of chudor was rather cute, so my time was divided between talking to him and memorizing myrene's basslines. i didn't bother making conversation with her directly, though, since i assume that she's already spoken for.
they threw a red horse t-shirt into the crowd and for a split-second i thought i was going to get it, but it landed somewhere behind me. damn.
does anyone know where i can buy one?
sige ingat.ü
---
in response to a comment on my previous entry, which runs thus:
Christ died for our sins-
Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved
first of all, anonymous, i would like to correct your grammar - you believe *in* something, not on it. and second, your tactics give the christian community a very desperate and impersonal tone. focus on living your life right and the people you inspire will inspire others.
at this point in time, however, i hardly consider what you did as inspiring.
posted by stani at 1:16 PM
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[Thursday, January 27, 2005]
i. acousticg
i must admit that i took this class with the intent to pick up a girl, using either my musical skills or a lack thereof. instead, i got a roomful of other guys with the same battle plan. the class quickly turned into a jam session with myself as one of the few guys who could more or less carry a tune. ended up singing ako'y sa 'yo, ika'y akin for our 'final exam', which i nearly pulled off, if not for the start of the third chorus ["umasa kang..."].
ii. infest
disappointing, frankly. the only movie to totally catch my attention was nak'nang, and this only because it used extensive computer graphics. a date with jao mapa, which won a palanca for best indie film, was near-perfect except for an unnecessarily drawn-out sisa scene. as part of the finale they showed two films from last year, mulat and that other one where the proponents visit the carabao slaughterhouse. both films were better back when i was relying on imagination rather than vision.
iii. turning chung hua-nese-a
kimber: i dont give meaning to it no more
self: tsk tsk sui grammar
kimber: gago
*later*
kimber: i planning on a new blog
self: hahahaha limoanco strikes again
iv. must-see
this morning, donjon mentioned that he saw me on wazzup wazzup about two weeks ago. in connection with a.g. saño's exhibit, i surmised. he confirmed that the shot was of me looking at one of the vandalized photos.
moving on, i haven't watched the following movies yet. if any kind-hearted souls have the dvds and are willing to lend 'em to me, the thought'd be greatly appreciated.
signs
kung pao
the village
the majestic
donnie darko
trainspotting
kung fu hustle
shaolin soccer
the butterfly effect
the grudge [japanese]
the grudge 2 [japanese]
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
oh, and watch this flash movie. as pb would say, *tear*.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 10:33 PM
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i must admit that i took this class with the intent to pick up a girl, using either my musical skills or a lack thereof. instead, i got a roomful of other guys with the same battle plan. the class quickly turned into a jam session with myself as one of the few guys who could more or less carry a tune. ended up singing ako'y sa 'yo, ika'y akin for our 'final exam', which i nearly pulled off, if not for the start of the third chorus ["umasa kang..."].
ii. infest
disappointing, frankly. the only movie to totally catch my attention was nak'nang, and this only because it used extensive computer graphics. a date with jao mapa, which won a palanca for best indie film, was near-perfect except for an unnecessarily drawn-out sisa scene. as part of the finale they showed two films from last year, mulat and that other one where the proponents visit the carabao slaughterhouse. both films were better back when i was relying on imagination rather than vision.
iii. turning chung hua-nese-a
kimber: i dont give meaning to it no more
self: tsk tsk sui grammar
kimber: gago
*later*
kimber: i planning on a new blog
self: hahahaha limoanco strikes again
iv. must-see
this morning, donjon mentioned that he saw me on wazzup wazzup about two weeks ago. in connection with a.g. saño's exhibit, i surmised. he confirmed that the shot was of me looking at one of the vandalized photos.
moving on, i haven't watched the following movies yet. if any kind-hearted souls have the dvds and are willing to lend 'em to me, the thought'd be greatly appreciated.
signs
kung pao
the village
the majestic
donnie darko
trainspotting
kung fu hustle
shaolin soccer
the butterfly effect
the grudge [japanese]
the grudge 2 [japanese]
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
oh, and watch this flash movie. as pb would say, *tear*.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 10:33 PM
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[Wednesday, January 26, 2005]
i usually don't teach on mondays, wednesdays, or friday, since my classes end at 6pm on those days. if i start late, i'll naturally end late, and the ayala jeeps stop making their rounds by 8. i usually take either a taxi or a guadalupe jeepney, but the former is an unnecessary expense while the latter adds thirty minutes to my travel time.
today i discovered an alternative - motorcycles.
a few enterprising individuals have started shuttling people to and from global city via ayala. it's a refreshing experience, actually, with the wind in your hair, and a white-knuckle grip on the saddle rear. really gets the adrenaline flowing.
my mother somehow or the other got wind that i'd picked acousticg* for my leap. our conversation went something like this:
mother: why are you taking that class?
self: because i'm already familiar with it.
mother: no, why are you taking it?
self: i'll find some pretty girl and help her.
mother: no, no. what's the reason you're taking it?
self: i'll pretend not to know and let some pretty girl help me.
mother: you're not answering my question - why are you taking that class?
self: why not? they don't care what i attend as long as i sign attendance.
mother: ah, there's attendance. i was wondering why you weren't just staying home.
not that i'm lazy; i merely have an alternative priority algorithm. take for example, the extreme tenacity with which i managed to record that ms limoanco pronounced the word pivot as "PIE·vot" exactly 37 times today.
sige ingat.ü
---
acousticg: "learn how to play chords and read tab".
actually the real reason i'm taking this class is that i clicked on "sign up" before i read the description. i'd thought it was a free jam, and dlsu has a no return, no exchange leap policy.
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today i discovered an alternative - motorcycles.
a few enterprising individuals have started shuttling people to and from global city via ayala. it's a refreshing experience, actually, with the wind in your hair, and a white-knuckle grip on the saddle rear. really gets the adrenaline flowing.
my mother somehow or the other got wind that i'd picked acousticg* for my leap. our conversation went something like this:
mother: why are you taking that class?
self: because i'm already familiar with it.
mother: no, why are you taking it?
self: i'll find some pretty girl and help her.
mother: no, no. what's the reason you're taking it?
self: i'll pretend not to know and let some pretty girl help me.
mother: you're not answering my question - why are you taking that class?
self: why not? they don't care what i attend as long as i sign attendance.
mother: ah, there's attendance. i was wondering why you weren't just staying home.
not that i'm lazy; i merely have an alternative priority algorithm. take for example, the extreme tenacity with which i managed to record that ms limoanco pronounced the word pivot as "PIE·vot" exactly 37 times today.
sige ingat.ü
---
acousticg: "learn how to play chords and read tab".
actually the real reason i'm taking this class is that i clicked on "sign up" before i read the description. i'd thought it was a free jam, and dlsu has a no return, no exchange leap policy.
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[Tuesday, January 25, 2005]
i. fool me once
happy birthday to lacey. today, actually, but although i knew that, i wasn't able to greet her on time. i almost did a kris again, greeting someone the night after. luckily, vince was on-hand to debug that logic error.
ii. evolution complete
the zobel juniors [not to be confused with the loser juniors, who are two batches higher] visited dlsu as part of the annual campus tour. paco and i ran into them along agno. i just thought i'd mention.
iii. overheard
*yot attempts to light her cigarette*
pb: quick, think of me in gold thongs!
yot: yaagh! someone give me a better thought!
self: penis na may kuko.
*later*
pb: ...tapos magpapa-penicure ka...
*still later*
self: ano'ng gagawin mo kung gumising kang nasa sahig ang utong mo?
pb: ididikit ko ulit.
self: masking tape, stapler, o mighty bond?
iv. fortunately or unfortunately
i took a taxi to global city since i had almost forgotten that i had work tonight. it was only after i entered the regency building that i realized that my wallet [which i had rested on my stomach while i counted exact fare] wasn't in my pocket. since there was no way i could trace the taxi, i resigned myself to purchasing a new dlsu id. i consoled myself with the fact that at least i'd have a new picture on it. but on my way out, two hours later, i noticed something black in the middle of the road.
looks like i won't have a new picture after all.
v. overheard 2
*reads label on strange indian can*
self: haldiram's rasgulla...
mother: those are very sweet.
*spears one and eats*
self: god, this is like diabetes in a can...
asha: are you eating papa's banana?
self: worse...
asha: ah, papa's balls.
the banana wasn't much of a step up, actually.
sige ingat.ü
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happy birthday to lacey. today, actually, but although i knew that, i wasn't able to greet her on time. i almost did a kris again, greeting someone the night after. luckily, vince was on-hand to debug that logic error.
ii. evolution complete
the zobel juniors [not to be confused with the loser juniors, who are two batches higher] visited dlsu as part of the annual campus tour. paco and i ran into them along agno. i just thought i'd mention.
iii. overheard
*yot attempts to light her cigarette*
pb: quick, think of me in gold thongs!
yot: yaagh! someone give me a better thought!
self: penis na may kuko.
*later*
pb: ...tapos magpapa-penicure ka...
*still later*
self: ano'ng gagawin mo kung gumising kang nasa sahig ang utong mo?
pb: ididikit ko ulit.
self: masking tape, stapler, o mighty bond?
iv. fortunately or unfortunately
i took a taxi to global city since i had almost forgotten that i had work tonight. it was only after i entered the regency building that i realized that my wallet [which i had rested on my stomach while i counted exact fare] wasn't in my pocket. since there was no way i could trace the taxi, i resigned myself to purchasing a new dlsu id. i consoled myself with the fact that at least i'd have a new picture on it. but on my way out, two hours later, i noticed something black in the middle of the road.
looks like i won't have a new picture after all.
v. overheard 2
*reads label on strange indian can*
self: haldiram's rasgulla...
mother: those are very sweet.
*spears one and eats*
self: god, this is like diabetes in a can...
asha: are you eating papa's banana?
self: worse...
asha: ah, papa's balls.
the banana wasn't much of a step up, actually.
sige ingat.ü
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i. literary awards
first off, congratulations to pb and soyster for winning first place in the poetry and prose categories, respectively.
the pops orchestra played himala [which was bad] and tindahan ni aling nena [which was jaw-dropping] for their first intermission number. the second was of course that man in the mirror guy.
after we were done with the ceremonies and the free food, most of the staffers [myself included] went to malate to have a few rounds. the district, not the office, since we weren't in the mood for covert ops. we chose a bar located in what appeared to have originally been the parking lot of a familiar-looking curved building, and when i looked left, i saw an even more familiar-looking store with metal phalluses for doorknobs.
ah yes, the sex toy shop from our filip1 thesis. such fond memories. i still can't believe [sure i can't] that i got a 4.0 for 'researching' local nightlife hotspots. well, that and the script from hell.
ii. saturday morning cartoons
aleck held the bulk of the prose staff meeting at the green place. we close-read two pieces then had a short writing activity. nothing new from when i was a poetry staffer, except we also discussed the stories' weak points. of course, it's moot to bitch out a published piece - that's like dissing britney spears. but it does help concretize what not to do as a writer.
after that, jomic invited cara, reggie, and myself to casa ang [makati chapter] for a post-birthday celebration. we stayed until around 7pm.
at this point, i had to go home and change since my next stop was the debut of sam's sister. but by the time i had reached bicutan, my mother sent me a text message, informing me that she had not counted on my returning home and thus had brought the house keys with her. i then had no choice but to go to the debut as is, sandals and all.
i don't know which was worse - the genocide of 214 and huwag na huwag mong sasabihin [which is bad enough as it is], or the sight of one of the debutante's 'friends' dancing with her mother.
higop na 'yon, tsong.
iii. movie marathon
without a paddle was funny, but forgettable. it had the best gay innuendo scene i've seen so far, though.
windstruck was disappointing. despite the fact that it was supposedly a prequel, the movie suffered heavily from sequel syndrome, which is to say that it was disappointing. tae-hyeon cha [gyeon-woo] looks like smokey manaloto. whoops, spoiler.
the classic was much better, but the ending was much too contrived for my taste. and i thought my sassy girl was pushing it. i still recommend it, though, since everything before the last 10 minutes was good. oh, and if anyone can find me an mp3 of i to you, you to me by scenery of riding bicycle [the movie's theme], it'd be greatly appreciated.
iv. politically correct
according to today's probsta lesson, mission impossible is a misnomer. it should actually be mission improbable since ethan hunt survived both times.
gameshow hosts should announce winning permutations, since only the lottery honors different combinations of the same digits.
and banana-ques are actually banana-stacks, since they're eaten in last in, first out order.
it feels good to actually learn something useful.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 1:15 AM
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first off, congratulations to pb and soyster for winning first place in the poetry and prose categories, respectively.
the pops orchestra played himala [which was bad] and tindahan ni aling nena [which was jaw-dropping] for their first intermission number. the second was of course that man in the mirror guy.
after we were done with the ceremonies and the free food, most of the staffers [myself included] went to malate to have a few rounds. the district, not the office, since we weren't in the mood for covert ops. we chose a bar located in what appeared to have originally been the parking lot of a familiar-looking curved building, and when i looked left, i saw an even more familiar-looking store with metal phalluses for doorknobs.
ah yes, the sex toy shop from our filip1 thesis. such fond memories. i still can't believe [sure i can't] that i got a 4.0 for 'researching' local nightlife hotspots. well, that and the script from hell.
ii. saturday morning cartoons
aleck held the bulk of the prose staff meeting at the green place. we close-read two pieces then had a short writing activity. nothing new from when i was a poetry staffer, except we also discussed the stories' weak points. of course, it's moot to bitch out a published piece - that's like dissing britney spears. but it does help concretize what not to do as a writer.
after that, jomic invited cara, reggie, and myself to casa ang [makati chapter] for a post-birthday celebration. we stayed until around 7pm.
at this point, i had to go home and change since my next stop was the debut of sam's sister. but by the time i had reached bicutan, my mother sent me a text message, informing me that she had not counted on my returning home and thus had brought the house keys with her. i then had no choice but to go to the debut as is, sandals and all.
i don't know which was worse - the genocide of 214 and huwag na huwag mong sasabihin [which is bad enough as it is], or the sight of one of the debutante's 'friends' dancing with her mother.
higop na 'yon, tsong.
iii. movie marathon
without a paddle was funny, but forgettable. it had the best gay innuendo scene i've seen so far, though.
windstruck was disappointing. despite the fact that it was supposedly a prequel, the movie suffered heavily from sequel syndrome, which is to say that it was disappointing. tae-hyeon cha [gyeon-woo] looks like smokey manaloto. whoops, spoiler.
the classic was much better, but the ending was much too contrived for my taste. and i thought my sassy girl was pushing it. i still recommend it, though, since everything before the last 10 minutes was good. oh, and if anyone can find me an mp3 of i to you, you to me by scenery of riding bicycle [the movie's theme], it'd be greatly appreciated.
iv. politically correct
according to today's probsta lesson, mission impossible is a misnomer. it should actually be mission improbable since ethan hunt survived both times.
gameshow hosts should announce winning permutations, since only the lottery honors different combinations of the same digits.
and banana-ques are actually banana-stacks, since they're eaten in last in, first out order.
it feels good to actually learn something useful.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 1:15 AM
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[Friday, January 21, 2005]
the dlsu dial-up has been non-responsive the past few days so i wasn't able to update. not that anything really noteworthy happened since my last post, but it does become harder to write after an extended hiatus. anyway, here goes:
i. sid meier's pirates
this game is too good for words. play it, i command you!
[you can actually install off my cds, since they came with a no-cd crack. the queue is rather lengthy, though]
ii. happy birthday tin²
vince was first to inform me, via text messaging:
vince: punta ka ba sa birthday ni tin?
self: di ako invited e
*the next day*
tin2: oy arun sorry ngayon lang ako nagkaload punta ka sa birthday ko bukas ha?
self: gotcha
true or not, it wasn't my karma to attends, since around two hours before i had planned to leave, my stomach decided to go on strike. in such a scenario, whether stomach or system emerges victorious, i'd still be the loser.
i guess it was a happy birthday for me too.
iii. fashion statement
instead of the usual black tees, i wore a couple of colored shirts to school this week. almost all the friends i ran into noticed the change. not that i'm trying to be gothman or whatever. i would wear colored shirts on a regular basis, but black is so much more practical*.
iv. talk is silver
last monday, one of my students requested for an hour's extension. by the time i finished, there were no more jeeps on the road, so the kid's mother volunteered to drive me up to edsa. i agreed, since a free ride is a free ride.
after some minutes, i noticed that she was swerving a lot, and at 80kmph, that's not a good sign. she must've noticed my pensive expression because she apologized, saying she hadn't driven in 10 years.
at this point, my mother happened to send me a text message:
mother: did mrs lee drive you?
self: yes we're on our way now. but she hasn't driven in 10years. O_o
mother: ok just pray.
ah, that korean wit. what would we do without it?
v. time is gold
and yet, the students i am tutoring plan to return to korea permanently by june. in the meantime, they're requesting that i help them three times a week. although i welcome the added income, this means even less time for myself. in addition to that, the commute to and from global city, as well as the job itself, noticeably wears me out. but i suppose i should just tough it out. i'll probably never land another job that pays a five-digit figure for a six-hour work-week.
sige ingat.ü
---
practical: black not only gives the illusions of slimness and a fairer complexion, but it's also a better pick when the weather's hot [as compared to grey, for example].
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i. sid meier's pirates
this game is too good for words. play it, i command you!
[you can actually install off my cds, since they came with a no-cd crack. the queue is rather lengthy, though]
ii. happy birthday tin²
vince was first to inform me, via text messaging:
vince: punta ka ba sa birthday ni tin?
self: di ako invited e
*the next day*
tin2: oy arun sorry ngayon lang ako nagkaload punta ka sa birthday ko bukas ha?
self: gotcha
true or not, it wasn't my karma to attends, since around two hours before i had planned to leave, my stomach decided to go on strike. in such a scenario, whether stomach or system emerges victorious, i'd still be the loser.
i guess it was a happy birthday for me too.
iii. fashion statement
instead of the usual black tees, i wore a couple of colored shirts to school this week. almost all the friends i ran into noticed the change. not that i'm trying to be gothman or whatever. i would wear colored shirts on a regular basis, but black is so much more practical*.
iv. talk is silver
last monday, one of my students requested for an hour's extension. by the time i finished, there were no more jeeps on the road, so the kid's mother volunteered to drive me up to edsa. i agreed, since a free ride is a free ride.
after some minutes, i noticed that she was swerving a lot, and at 80kmph, that's not a good sign. she must've noticed my pensive expression because she apologized, saying she hadn't driven in 10 years.
at this point, my mother happened to send me a text message:
mother: did mrs lee drive you?
self: yes we're on our way now. but she hasn't driven in 10years. O_o
mother: ok just pray.
ah, that korean wit. what would we do without it?
v. time is gold
and yet, the students i am tutoring plan to return to korea permanently by june. in the meantime, they're requesting that i help them three times a week. although i welcome the added income, this means even less time for myself. in addition to that, the commute to and from global city, as well as the job itself, noticeably wears me out. but i suppose i should just tough it out. i'll probably never land another job that pays a five-digit figure for a six-hour work-week.
sige ingat.ü
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practical: black not only gives the illusions of slimness and a fairer complexion, but it's also a better pick when the weather's hot [as compared to grey, for example].
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[Saturday, January 15, 2005]
instead of a real entry, i'm just going to list down a number of poetry and prose pieces which i've read online and may be of some interest to you:
un chien andalou by luis buñuel and salvador dalí*
love poem by john frederick nims**
the quiet world by jeffrey mcdaniel
1975 by jeffrey mcdaniel
l'aquilone du estrellas by dean francis alfar
three stories by haruki murakami
many thanks to tere and bugie.
sige ingat.ü
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un chien andalou: after watching this play [i assume], the eraserheads wrote a song which many consider to be their best work. i haven't heard it yet, so i can't say.
love poem: this is one of the few rhyming poems that i like. the rhyme provides an ironic order. you'll understand when you read it.
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un chien andalou by luis buñuel and salvador dalí*
love poem by john frederick nims**
the quiet world by jeffrey mcdaniel
1975 by jeffrey mcdaniel
l'aquilone du estrellas by dean francis alfar
three stories by haruki murakami
many thanks to tere and bugie.
sige ingat.ü
---
un chien andalou: after watching this play [i assume], the eraserheads wrote a song which many consider to be their best work. i haven't heard it yet, so i can't say.
love poem: this is one of the few rhyming poems that i like. the rhyme provides an ironic order. you'll understand when you read it.
posted by stani at 10:53 AM
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[Friday, January 14, 2005]
i. awit ng kabataan
my sister's blog has become friends-only. it seems that her school principal [whom she refers to as "rat bastard fagum" in her posts and comments] had stumbled upon it.
can a blog entry be considered evidence of defamation? or should the said principal realize that giving out sactions for choice examples of freedom of expression is abuse of authority?
ii. sigaw ng liwanag
pearl invited me to join her and the visual arts staffers on their pilgrimage to a.g. saño's photovandalism exhibit at the sm megamall. saño took snapshots of lightning bolts, and had them interpreted by local musicians and journalists in the form of vandalism, which is to say, a statement or two on the photo itself. musical collaborators included barbie almalbis, buddy zabala, buwi meneses [bassist of parokya ni edgar], cynthia alexander, dong abay [vocalist of pan and yano], noel cabangon, and lourd de veyra.
the host was, to my surprise, james deen, who had been our tour guide back when benilde was headhunting me. except that he now refers to himself as "ganns deen" and runs the website perfect-proposals.com.
there were of course performances to support the show, namely by noel cabangon, coffee break island [i highly recommend this alternative reggae band, especially if you enjoy the music of indio eye and sublime], twisted halo, lyn sherman & isha, and lourd de veyra.
and what better to follow the visual and auditory teasers than free food and alcohol, to satisfy the other three senses? their champagne was served on the rocks; their red horse was not. i ended up drinking beer from a wine glass.
pearl caught sight of marlon despues, the photographer who served as mentor during last year's art and photo camp. for reference, he did that picture of the topless jericho rosales and piolo pascual for that eyewear company whose logo looks like a barcode. he was looking for male models for his next [nude] shoot. i politely declined; reggie, of course, did not.
the wazzup wazzup crew interviewed a number of prominent guests, including lourd, buwi, and saño himself. if you happen to catch that episode, you'll see me walking past saño and|or standing menacingly behind lourd. it's no 15 minutes, but it'll do.
there are a multitude of dark, forbidding reasons to give up. it's the occassional surprise that keeps me going.
well said, buddy. i concur.
sige ingat.ü
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my sister's blog has become friends-only. it seems that her school principal [whom she refers to as "rat bastard fagum" in her posts and comments] had stumbled upon it.
can a blog entry be considered evidence of defamation? or should the said principal realize that giving out sactions for choice examples of freedom of expression is abuse of authority?
ii. sigaw ng liwanag
pearl invited me to join her and the visual arts staffers on their pilgrimage to a.g. saño's photovandalism exhibit at the sm megamall. saño took snapshots of lightning bolts, and had them interpreted by local musicians and journalists in the form of vandalism, which is to say, a statement or two on the photo itself. musical collaborators included barbie almalbis, buddy zabala, buwi meneses [bassist of parokya ni edgar], cynthia alexander, dong abay [vocalist of pan and yano], noel cabangon, and lourd de veyra.
the host was, to my surprise, james deen, who had been our tour guide back when benilde was headhunting me. except that he now refers to himself as "ganns deen" and runs the website perfect-proposals.com.
there were of course performances to support the show, namely by noel cabangon, coffee break island [i highly recommend this alternative reggae band, especially if you enjoy the music of indio eye and sublime], twisted halo, lyn sherman & isha, and lourd de veyra.
and what better to follow the visual and auditory teasers than free food and alcohol, to satisfy the other three senses? their champagne was served on the rocks; their red horse was not. i ended up drinking beer from a wine glass.
pearl caught sight of marlon despues, the photographer who served as mentor during last year's art and photo camp. for reference, he did that picture of the topless jericho rosales and piolo pascual for that eyewear company whose logo looks like a barcode. he was looking for male models for his next [nude] shoot. i politely declined; reggie, of course, did not.
the wazzup wazzup crew interviewed a number of prominent guests, including lourd, buwi, and saño himself. if you happen to catch that episode, you'll see me walking past saño and|or standing menacingly behind lourd. it's no 15 minutes, but it'll do.
there are a multitude of dark, forbidding reasons to give up. it's the occassional surprise that keeps me going.
well said, buddy. i concur.
sige ingat.ü
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[Wednesday, January 12, 2005]
i. fort santiago
my sister and i had to have some fingerprinting done at the bir, but thanks to one of my dad's connections, the entire transaction took only thirty minutes, much less than our estimation. therefore having subsequent time to kill, we went to fort santiago. at this point i realized that i have a chronic addiction to warrior within, since i immediately identifed the point on the left-hand wall at which i could run up, grab a ledge, shimmy right and up to the second floor, and jump pillars to get to the other side.
right.
ii. 100 peso taxi ride
since i was feeling lazy after walking around the fort and shrine, i requested that we took a taxi at least until dlsu [at which point i'd be getting off anyway]. the taxi driver, instead of turning right at taft avenue, continued straight on. my dad figured he'd be taking roxas blvd to avoid traffic. but when we hit the quezon circle, it became evident that he'd taken us for incompetent tourists. we then 'convinced' the taxi driver to bring us all the way back to dlsu.
he even reset his meter. what a nice guy.
iii. litera1
successfully changing sections to s21 really was a godsend. one-third of the grade is dependent on four five-sentence journal entries about your assigned book; another one-third on an oral presentation about the said book; and the third one-third [bart would kill me if he read that] on a midterm essay to be written in class over two meetings.
do i smell a 4.0?
the only downside is that renz picked f. sionil jose's my brother, my executioner for our group's reading. not that it's a bad book or anything, it's just not my type. the fact that noli, fili, the sky over dimas, smaller and smaller circles, and the woman who had two navels [nick joaquin] were also up for grabs only makes me feel worse.
there is irony in this situation, though, since before i shifted, our former prof [ms talaue, i think] assigned the same book for mandatory reading.
iv. distrai
aside from the fact that i actually have to exert effort in the subject, it's not really that bad. maybe if we had more practice than theory, or if they taught us actual a.i. source code.
btw, the third in the a.i. series is subject-coded as "maclern". if you ask me, it's a covert advertising ploy funded by a certain fast-food giant.
would you like fries with that?
v. chudor
had an outburst in the duxmobile. lucky he couldn't aim straight. anyway we finally got him back to his usual self and i walked him home. tbb is unanimous, though, on blaming this on renz.
bago sumawsaw sa pag-bartend, siguraduhin mong marunong kang magtimpla.
sige ingat.ü
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my sister and i had to have some fingerprinting done at the bir, but thanks to one of my dad's connections, the entire transaction took only thirty minutes, much less than our estimation. therefore having subsequent time to kill, we went to fort santiago. at this point i realized that i have a chronic addiction to warrior within, since i immediately identifed the point on the left-hand wall at which i could run up, grab a ledge, shimmy right and up to the second floor, and jump pillars to get to the other side.
right.
ii. 100 peso taxi ride
since i was feeling lazy after walking around the fort and shrine, i requested that we took a taxi at least until dlsu [at which point i'd be getting off anyway]. the taxi driver, instead of turning right at taft avenue, continued straight on. my dad figured he'd be taking roxas blvd to avoid traffic. but when we hit the quezon circle, it became evident that he'd taken us for incompetent tourists. we then 'convinced' the taxi driver to bring us all the way back to dlsu.
he even reset his meter. what a nice guy.
iii. litera1
successfully changing sections to s21 really was a godsend. one-third of the grade is dependent on four five-sentence journal entries about your assigned book; another one-third on an oral presentation about the said book; and the third one-third [bart would kill me if he read that] on a midterm essay to be written in class over two meetings.
do i smell a 4.0?
the only downside is that renz picked f. sionil jose's my brother, my executioner for our group's reading. not that it's a bad book or anything, it's just not my type. the fact that noli, fili, the sky over dimas, smaller and smaller circles, and the woman who had two navels [nick joaquin] were also up for grabs only makes me feel worse.
there is irony in this situation, though, since before i shifted, our former prof [ms talaue, i think] assigned the same book for mandatory reading.
iv. distrai
aside from the fact that i actually have to exert effort in the subject, it's not really that bad. maybe if we had more practice than theory, or if they taught us actual a.i. source code.
btw, the third in the a.i. series is subject-coded as "maclern". if you ask me, it's a covert advertising ploy funded by a certain fast-food giant.
would you like fries with that?
v. chudor
had an outburst in the duxmobile. lucky he couldn't aim straight. anyway we finally got him back to his usual self and i walked him home. tbb is unanimous, though, on blaming this on renz.
bago sumawsaw sa pag-bartend, siguraduhin mong marunong kang magtimpla.
sige ingat.ü
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[Tuesday, January 11, 2005]
it has come to my attention that haloscan doesn't display comments for posts older than four months. in line with this, i've activated blogspot's commenting system. it should work the same way.
sige ingat.ü
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sige ingat.ü
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[Sunday, January 09, 2005]
is playing on our next-door neighbors' radio.
papalapit na po ang apokalipsis.
sige ingat.ü
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papalapit na po ang apokalipsis.
sige ingat.ü
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[Saturday, January 08, 2005]
i. litera1
i was able to change sections to s20, which is renz' class. the sideside [neither an upside nor downside] of this is that i had to consequently change my compile section, since the schedules were conflicting. sir borgs is still my prof, though, so i'm not missing the borgs show.
who's my new litera1 prof? ms. wright, of course.
ii. batch party
we almost didn't play, since kimber supposedly lost her voice. given her history of miraculously getting sick an hour or two before band practices, i thought this was another of her charades, until she showed up with a bottle of water and the inability to give her usual tongue-lashings.
she did agree to do three songs, so we played mariposa, sailing, and idlip. i really should find a portable bass amp. there really is no way to make a bass sound good on a guitar amplifier. no offense, jp.
iii. soju festival
what i enjoy about soju is that it only affects the logic centers in your brain. therefore, you are capable of more or less normal human behavior, except that you suddenly become very open about secrets you've been keeping for years.
since i'm the type who forgets secrets after they become obsolete [much like java's garbage collector], i instead became more honest than the usual [meaning i gave out three-quarter-truths instead of the usual half-truths]. funnily enough, i remember the questions but i can't remember my answers.
don't worry, they were about me, not you.
sige ingat.ü
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i was able to change sections to s20, which is renz' class. the sideside [neither an upside nor downside] of this is that i had to consequently change my compile section, since the schedules were conflicting. sir borgs is still my prof, though, so i'm not missing the borgs show.
who's my new litera1 prof? ms. wright, of course.
ii. batch party
we almost didn't play, since kimber supposedly lost her voice. given her history of miraculously getting sick an hour or two before band practices, i thought this was another of her charades, until she showed up with a bottle of water and the inability to give her usual tongue-lashings.
she did agree to do three songs, so we played mariposa, sailing, and idlip. i really should find a portable bass amp. there really is no way to make a bass sound good on a guitar amplifier. no offense, jp.
iii. soju festival
what i enjoy about soju is that it only affects the logic centers in your brain. therefore, you are capable of more or less normal human behavior, except that you suddenly become very open about secrets you've been keeping for years.
since i'm the type who forgets secrets after they become obsolete [much like java's garbage collector], i instead became more honest than the usual [meaning i gave out three-quarter-truths instead of the usual half-truths]. funnily enough, i remember the questions but i can't remember my answers.
don't worry, they were about me, not you.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 8:07 AM
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[Thursday, January 06, 2005]
i. compile
although this subject code stands for 'compiler theory', it's pronounced com·pee·leh. this discrepancy apparantly never occured to sir borgs, who seemed jarred when i asked him about it. other than that, now i understand why chudor and pogz call any subject taught by him as "the borgs show". in addition, he seems to have an obsession with gay lingo.
ii. distrai
although i am not aware of the correct pronunciation, i believe it is pronounced as a homonym of zoltan's favorite word. anyway, this subject seems to involve a lot more work than i would have wanted, considering that it is, after all, offered as an elective. i regret not switching to gamesem when i had the chance.
iii. litera1
no comments - i'm changing sections tomorrow anyway. although that is, in itself, a very telling comment.
sige ingat.ü
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although this subject code stands for 'compiler theory', it's pronounced com·pee·leh. this discrepancy apparantly never occured to sir borgs, who seemed jarred when i asked him about it. other than that, now i understand why chudor and pogz call any subject taught by him as "the borgs show". in addition, he seems to have an obsession with gay lingo.
ii. distrai
although i am not aware of the correct pronunciation, i believe it is pronounced as a homonym of zoltan's favorite word. anyway, this subject seems to involve a lot more work than i would have wanted, considering that it is, after all, offered as an elective. i regret not switching to gamesem when i had the chance.
iii. litera1
no comments - i'm changing sections tomorrow anyway. although that is, in itself, a very telling comment.
sige ingat.ü
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[Wednesday, January 05, 2005]
i'd best attack these in chronology. that's perhaps the only coherent order applicable to them:
i. ninang remy
she's actually my sister's godmother but everyone addresses her as such, even my parents, which isn't all that odd, considering that she's at least ten years older than my dad. anyway, for the past four years, she has given my sister this or that expensive gift, while giving me some trinket as pakitang-tao.
if memory serves me right, the first year i started taking note, my sister got a set of hardbound books, and i got a ballpen [with "the clean company" embossed on it]. the next year, my sister got a landline telephone unit and extension cord, while i got a mug [with "the clean company" lacquered on it]. last year, she got a set of badminton racquets and shuttlecocks, while i got a bottle of alcogel. i thought things couldn't get any more hilarious, but ninang remy outdid herself this year when she gave my sister a leather bag from marithé + françois girbaud, and me a shoebag from god knows where.
maybe if i actually wore shoes.
ii. amp!
i got an amp and two stands to go with my bass. this completes my hostile takeover of the home library, what with my parking my computer there and the fortunate parental decision to move all pika-pika into the library refrigerator.
i had to take a taxi home, which set me back 400 pesos. the price offended renz' sensibilities, but i was in no mood to bargain. luckily, the driver's anecdotes about the life, times, and women of raon proved entertaining enough such that at the end, the ride was both time and money well-spent.
i've yet to meet a taxi driver who didn't loosen up after asking me the initial question, "taga-saan ka?"
iii. back to school
my introos prof is ms. bulos. she scares me. she's exactly like ms. tangkeko, only less corporate. she's the type of prof who asks questions such that the average student would think that she doesn't know squat about the subject. well, fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.
for algocom, of course i took ms. limoanco's class. same old same old, except she finally got around to stop referring to salespeople as "sellpersons". instead, she now refers to them as "sellspersons".
and that leaves bart for probsta. as part of his introduction, he defined information as "the reduction of uncertainty". not a new definition, but that's probably the closest thing to formality i'll be getting from this subject.
iv. oprah's favorite things
some of you may already know that once a year, on a random day in december, oprah winfrey selects five to ten of her expensive yet frivolous favorite things and gives one of each to each audience member for that day.
my parents were watching a rerun of the 2003 favorite things episode so sooner or later all the cheering and name-chanting piqued my interest enough for me to take a look at the tv. upon realizing that they had unwittingly attended the favorite things episode, the audience had gone mad with love for oprah. one woman even fainted when oprah touched her. god.
i'd like to see them go wild on an episode where oprah doesn't give them anything.
plastic fuckers.
sige ingat.ü
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i. ninang remy
she's actually my sister's godmother but everyone addresses her as such, even my parents, which isn't all that odd, considering that she's at least ten years older than my dad. anyway, for the past four years, she has given my sister this or that expensive gift, while giving me some trinket as pakitang-tao.
if memory serves me right, the first year i started taking note, my sister got a set of hardbound books, and i got a ballpen [with "the clean company" embossed on it]. the next year, my sister got a landline telephone unit and extension cord, while i got a mug [with "the clean company" lacquered on it]. last year, she got a set of badminton racquets and shuttlecocks, while i got a bottle of alcogel. i thought things couldn't get any more hilarious, but ninang remy outdid herself this year when she gave my sister a leather bag from marithé + françois girbaud, and me a shoebag from god knows where.
maybe if i actually wore shoes.
ii. amp!
i got an amp and two stands to go with my bass. this completes my hostile takeover of the home library, what with my parking my computer there and the fortunate parental decision to move all pika-pika into the library refrigerator.
i had to take a taxi home, which set me back 400 pesos. the price offended renz' sensibilities, but i was in no mood to bargain. luckily, the driver's anecdotes about the life, times, and women of raon proved entertaining enough such that at the end, the ride was both time and money well-spent.
i've yet to meet a taxi driver who didn't loosen up after asking me the initial question, "taga-saan ka?"
iii. back to school
my introos prof is ms. bulos. she scares me. she's exactly like ms. tangkeko, only less corporate. she's the type of prof who asks questions such that the average student would think that she doesn't know squat about the subject. well, fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.
for algocom, of course i took ms. limoanco's class. same old same old, except she finally got around to stop referring to salespeople as "sellpersons". instead, she now refers to them as "sellspersons".
and that leaves bart for probsta. as part of his introduction, he defined information as "the reduction of uncertainty". not a new definition, but that's probably the closest thing to formality i'll be getting from this subject.
iv. oprah's favorite things
some of you may already know that once a year, on a random day in december, oprah winfrey selects five to ten of her expensive yet frivolous favorite things and gives one of each to each audience member for that day.
my parents were watching a rerun of the 2003 favorite things episode so sooner or later all the cheering and name-chanting piqued my interest enough for me to take a look at the tv. upon realizing that they had unwittingly attended the favorite things episode, the audience had gone mad with love for oprah. one woman even fainted when oprah touched her. god.
i'd like to see them go wild on an episode where oprah doesn't give them anything.
plastic fuckers.
sige ingat.ü
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[Sunday, January 02, 2005]
taking a page from dux, mine is 1152x864.
seeing as that won't be at all funny to the non-digerati, let's see what i can bullshit up as supposed deeper meaning:
the current standard resolution is 1024x768. because mine is higher, it's a reminder to give more than just standard output.
since everything becomes smaller, it's a reminder not to divide things into "big stuff" and "small stuff", but rather to treat all my commitments equally, as well as to read the fine print in every situation, since under a higher resolution, everything becomes fine print.
a lot of my friends also have resolutions greater than or equal to mine. therefore, i am reminded to pick friends not on the basis of popularity, but rather common interest.
and lastly, 1152x864 is the maximum resolution my monitor can dish out, which reminds me not to settle for half-ass when i can give both cheeks.
so there.
anyway, the last year was rather disappointing, which ironically ran contrary to my chinese zodiac's forecast. but then again, experience surely is the best teacher, and i learned [albeit a bit late] some more indispensible college survival tips:
never give up on passing a subject, even if the odds are against you. stranger things have happened.
attend classes regularly, ask a lot of pertinent questions, and if needed, schedule time for consultation. this is actually a very effective covert ass-kissing technique.
get a haircut and|or shave before an important test or presentation. the image and subsequent confidence boosts will work wonders.
it is possible to pass a subject even after failing two departmental exams, but three is pushing your luck.
if a test or paper isn't returned and you aren't sure if you scored well enough, ask for it. this knowledge could spell the difference between passing and failing.
make sure you have a hobby. that way, you'll be sure to stay sane when hell week rolls around. and there's nothing wrong with playing computer games half as much as you code, even if the program's due the next day, just so long as you're sure to get it done.
it is possible to fail non-academic subjects, especially when it's only a two-day affair. in such cases, enroll in a class with responsible friends, if possible.
and the most important lesson of 2004 is: "well iba sa college... kailangan mag-adjust sa diverse personalities ng mga tao."
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 2:45 PM
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seeing as that won't be at all funny to the non-digerati, let's see what i can bullshit up as supposed deeper meaning:
the current standard resolution is 1024x768. because mine is higher, it's a reminder to give more than just standard output.
since everything becomes smaller, it's a reminder not to divide things into "big stuff" and "small stuff", but rather to treat all my commitments equally, as well as to read the fine print in every situation, since under a higher resolution, everything becomes fine print.
a lot of my friends also have resolutions greater than or equal to mine. therefore, i am reminded to pick friends not on the basis of popularity, but rather common interest.
and lastly, 1152x864 is the maximum resolution my monitor can dish out, which reminds me not to settle for half-ass when i can give both cheeks.
so there.
anyway, the last year was rather disappointing, which ironically ran contrary to my chinese zodiac's forecast. but then again, experience surely is the best teacher, and i learned [albeit a bit late] some more indispensible college survival tips:
never give up on passing a subject, even if the odds are against you. stranger things have happened.
attend classes regularly, ask a lot of pertinent questions, and if needed, schedule time for consultation. this is actually a very effective covert ass-kissing technique.
get a haircut and|or shave before an important test or presentation. the image and subsequent confidence boosts will work wonders.
it is possible to pass a subject even after failing two departmental exams, but three is pushing your luck.
if a test or paper isn't returned and you aren't sure if you scored well enough, ask for it. this knowledge could spell the difference between passing and failing.
make sure you have a hobby. that way, you'll be sure to stay sane when hell week rolls around. and there's nothing wrong with playing computer games half as much as you code, even if the program's due the next day, just so long as you're sure to get it done.
it is possible to fail non-academic subjects, especially when it's only a two-day affair. in such cases, enroll in a class with responsible friends, if possible.
and the most important lesson of 2004 is: "well iba sa college... kailangan mag-adjust sa diverse personalities ng mga tao."
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 2:45 PM
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[Saturday, January 01, 2005]
good drink, good meat, good god, let's eat!
my mother brought out some rustan's-brand crinkles someone had given her. they would've been alright, if not for the quarter-inch-thick layer of confectioner's sugar surrounding each cookie. we had to literally scrape off the sugar so we could eat the crinkles without our brains hemorrhaging. our conversation thus went as follows:
self: there are ants in the crinkles.
mother: don't worry - they can't get past the sugar.
self: it's a bad sign when insects can't eat what you're eating.
*after several minutes of silent scraping*
mother: i think it's a criminal act to be selling these.
self: well, it is our prerogative to buy them.
mother: yes, but they have to be actually edible.
by the end of breakfast, we had the sum total of about a half-cup of confectioner's sugar on our plates. i dunno if my mom kept the scrapings, though.
ii. over lunch
freud had this to say about one creature of greek mythology:
The terror of the Medusa is thus a terror of castration that is linked to the sight of something. The hair upon the Medusa's head is frequently represented in works of art in the form of snakes, and these once again are derived from the castration complex. It is a remarkable fact that however frightening they may be in themselves, they nevertheless serve as a mitigation of the horror, for they replace the penis, the absence of which is the cause of the horror. This is a confirmation of the technical rule according to which a multiplication of penis symbols signifies castration.
it makes perfect sense, though, that the medusa, a woman with a figurative army of penises at her disposal, should strike fear in the hearts of 'average' [you know what i mean] greek men. back then, the measures of power were more limited, and the sexual dominance of men over women was a standard, not necessarily a rule, and this only because it was for the most part unchallenged. the penis thus remained a symbol of aggression or rather assertion, and a woman who 'gains' one [or hundreds, even!] threatened to undo the very patriarchal norms of greek society.
or it could be that the medusa is actually a reference to ancient she-males, since the greeks were unabashadly gay anyway, and the turning to stone did not involve the entire body, but rather a singular yet significant portion of it. who knows?
iii. over dinner
we're all familiar with auld lang syne but very few actually know what the song entails. for your convenience [as well as because kimber may find them amusing] i'm posting the lyrics here:
Should old acquaintances be forgotten,
And never brought to mind
Should old acquaintances be forgotten,
And days of long ago
For old long ago, my dear
For old long ago,
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For old long ago
We two have run about the hills
And pulled the daisies fine,
But we've wandered many a weary foot
For old long ago
We two have waded in the stream
From noon 'til dinner time,
But seas between us broad have roared
Since old long ago
And there's a hand, my trusty friend,
And give us a hand of yours,
And we'll take a goodwill draught of ale
For old long ago
And surely you'll pay for your pint,
And surely I'll pay for mine
And we'll take a cup of kindness yet
For old long ago
the last three verses are my personal favorites.
happy new year.
sige ingat.ü
posted by stani at 2:02 AM
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