| Wex @ Blurty on hiatus till further notice |
[12 Apr 04|5:53pm] |
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I am a blog whore. I have about 10 different blog accounts spread across a variety of servers. It's getting exhausting maintaining all of them. So. From now on, I won't be posting here anymore. If for some reason you enjoy reading my musings on my generally mundane existence, you can find them at http://www.livejournal.com/users/wexistence.
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| Sartorial Dilemma |
[26 Mar 04|12:40pm] |
I'm determined to buy that bikini I've had my eye on forever. This weekend. It costs a fortune but it's pink and sparkly and it makes me feel like disco diva Kylie so screw practicality. And Mark (![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mousehole) is financing this indulgence in frivolity against his better judgement. I love my boyfriend.
What to wear to Cams' debut. Bad twin has infinitely more fans that good twin does, but her clothes are so HOT (and I don't mean just mean hot in a sort of skanky leather and lace way). It's sweltering out there. I have nothing to wear. I was going to wear my black boots, a black miniskirt and a black top, but none of my black tops go with any of my black skirts. I've tried all the possible permutations. This is ridiculous. I'm going to the mall.
Talk about priorities. I'm abandoning my thesis to go shopping. I said I'd finish it by today, but I'm extending my personal deadline to Saturday. I was all ready to run the home stretch last night but I fell asleep. At 5:00 pm. And I woke up at 5:00 am this morning. 12 whole hours! It's a Pol Eco mortal sin to get anything more than a third of that.
Okay. I'm off. Manol's about to leave me. He has nothing to wear either.
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| Grrr. |
[24 Mar 04|3:35am] |
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That PAREF memo opened up a can of worms. I'm presently scouring my old blogs for my old UA&P / Opus Dei rants. Lengthy, angry LJ post to follow.
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| New Friend(ster)s |
[22 Mar 04|3:18pm] |
Lately I've been getting a bunch of Friendster messages from people who just happened to stumble across my profile. And these aren't the usual one-dimensional losers who are looking for a "hook up". (I don't know why they bother, really. My status says "In a Relationship". My pictures have my big buff boyfriend with his arms around me. My profile says I hate most people. Can't they take a hint?) The people I've met recently actually sound rather interesting.
Take Alex, for example, a Harvard med student and windsurfer, whose interests include Sub-cultures, Humanitarianism, Democratic Socialism, Pissing off Republicans (My personal favorite. Sorry, howling_wolf.), and Kinky Sex. He's coming to the Philippines for a couple months this summer to work with the World Health Organization. He's asking me if I want to meet up. I think I do! Hee hee.
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| Sixteen years and it comes to this* |
[20 Mar 04|7:03pm] |
With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy, of a copy, of a copy.
-- Fight Club
And there's a demon in my head who starts to play
A nightmare tape loop of what went wrong yesterday
And I hold my breath 'till it's more than I can take
And I close my eyes I dream that I'm awake
I try to keep awake but I,
I can feel this narcolepsy slide into another nightmare
-- Third Eye Blind
I can't ever do anything in moderation. Not even sleep. I oscillate between insomnia and narcolepsy. Sometimes I don't sleep for days. And sometimes I do. And when I wake up I still feel like I'm asleep. My brain has turned to sludge.
( Pequito balked when he found this in my e-mail. ) It's a relatively easy exam. I mean, it would be easy if I'd been reading and paying attention, and if I could answer the questions vaguely without having to cite actual Philippine or international laws. I haven't and I can't but I'll manage somehow. I don't even have notes from this class. Gatdula speaks at a zillion words per minutes and I can't keep up. I have nothing in my notebook except caricatures of him, notes to Vida, and shopping lists. (I have never been, and never will be, a model student.)
Dear God, please let me be functional for two more weeks. Just two more weeks. Just long enough to finish all of these:- Thesis
- significance
- scope and limitations
review of related literature Thanks, Laluns ( faithintheheart). I owe you.
- theoretical framework
- methodology
- International Business exam
- Comparative Foreign Policy exam
- International Economic Law exam
- International Economic Law term paper
- Philippine Development term paper
- Development Management term paper
I'm in for the longest two weeks of my life.
* I have been in school for sixteen friggin years. (7 years of gradeschool + 4 years of high school + 3 years of college + 2 years of graduate school) It feels like an eternity.
** Pequito, to those who don't know or have forgotten, is my brain. I talk about him as separate entity because we often act independently of each other. My brain has a mind of its own, if that makes any sense.
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| Girl Talk Rawks |
[19 Mar 04|2:15am] |
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Katy (racyredstiletto) and I are having another one of our early morning talks. I am dying. Girls, let's have coffee soon, so we can measure the length and girth of those Seattle's Best umbrella poles and talk about flowers. Like daisies and orchids. And chamomile! Chamomile is a flower. And an aphrodesiac, so I've been told...
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| Lost in Translation |
[18 Mar 04|9:15pm] |
I like Dr. Zeller, I really do. He has an adorable fixation with vacuum cleaners, he calls Bush junior "Baby Bush", he uses Filipino expressions, and he gets teary eyed when he talks about the reunification of Germany. How can I not love him? But he is hands down the most exhausting professor I have ever had.
I don't understand him, and it isn't just his thick German accent. It's the way he constructs his sentences. And it's so exasperating because a lot of the time I know what he's talking about, I just can't decipher what he's saying until after the opportunity to participate in the discussion has lapsed. He must think I'm such a moron because I have to ask him to repeat his questions at least thrice before I even have the faintest idea of what he's talking about.
And he must think I'm psychic, too, because he keeps asking me to read his mind.
"Aissa. Two things, two things about Pakistan. Yes?" I don't know why it's always me and why it's always two things about something. Two things about India. Two things about Japan's bureaucracy. Two things about NATO. Two things about China's economy. Two things about Chiang Kai-shek.
And if it isn't two things, it's some obscure date in history. "What happened in 1453?" When he asks questions like that, we just take wild swings at the target. "Uhm... the opening of the Suez Canal?" We hardly ever get them right, but at least sometimes we make him laugh.
He gave me a 1.50 for my paper on Taiwan though, so I forgive him for an agonizing semester of Comparative Foreign Policy 3 (often 4!) hours a week. Though I'm still reeling from yesterday's hour and half grilling, which was almost as painful as the time I had pharyngitis and he was arguing with me about China's GDP. But two weeks later I had my voice back and he conceded that I was right about purchasing power parity. It's all good.
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| And that's the way the Cookie crumbles. |
[17 Mar 04|5:45am] |
My nine year old sister Cookie brought a gun to school last week. It wasn't a real gun ... it was one of the props from Manol's play. But it looked real enough to freak out a classmate, who told her parents that she was afraid Cookie would shoot her. The concerned parents called the school. Cookie's class adviser wrote my mom a letter about the incident, a letter that spent the weekend buried somewhere inside my sister's school bag.
When she's in trouble Cookie portrays herself as a victim to overwhelm you with sympathy so you won't have the heart to get mad at her. We knew something was up when she started making a big production about how she hates school, how the other kids are so mean and how nobody understands her.
The truth came out eventually, and I spend about an hour sitting at the top of the stairs, eavesdropping on the drama unfolding in the dining room. The end product of which is this:
Dear Ms. Aguila
After my talk with my mommy I learned:
1. I should only bring school materials to school: nothing else
2. Borrowing something without permission is stealing already.
3. I should always be honest will all the people around me.
Sorry I was not able to give it right away cause I was too nervouse to tell her about it and that she would be mad at me. I was sopposed to but not until yesterday. She told me that it was bad and I should not do it again. I am sorry. I just did not want my mommy to get mad at me.
Cookie
The letter is stained with tears. Awww.
After my sister went to bed I went downstairs and had a laugh with my mom about the things my siblings get themselves into. Manol nearly got suspended for scaling the Woodrose fence. Luigi slammed a classmate in the face with a chemistry book. Fernando bit an upperclassman. "Just wait till you have kids of your own!" my mom taunted.
I can see it now...
"Mommy, Mommy. Today I shoved someone off the swing and made her cry."
"Good girl."
Hahahahahaha!
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| Brandon Boyd is The Sex |
[13 Mar 04|7:27pm] |
I admit I'm not a full-blooded Incubus fan, and I probably did not deserve my premier ticket. My brother Manol, who was standing all the way at the back with a pair of binoculars, probably would've appreciated it more than I did. But, well, the price mechanism may be allocatively efficient, but no one ever said it was fair.
I like Fungus Amongus, S.C.I.E.N.C.E., and Make Yourself (in that order), but everything else is just ho-hum to me. I don't like Morning View or A Crow Left of the Murder, and though the band only played 3 songs I do like, I still had a pretty good time. It 's next to impossible for me not to have a good time at an Incubus concert. I am a Brandon Boyd groupie. He doesn't have to do much to make me happy. He could just stand there with his shirt off and I'd be in heaven.
Unrelated tangent: What was up with those girls in full makeup and tube tops and huge dangly earrings and high heels? Who goes to rock concerts dressed like that?
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| Procrastinating |
[10 Mar 04|3:12am] |
Dr. Zeller kills my brain like no one can. Poor Pequito. He's regurgitating everything he knows about Taiwan and he's threatening to run away again if I keep up this abuse. He says he'd rather be working on my thesis. Fancy that.
I am currently fixated on two things: the clothes Jenny is currently designing for me and what I'm going to eat tomorrow. Fashion and food... in these I find comfort.
Jen's designing me a black gown that's reminiscent of a lopsided wedding cake from hell. It's got a corset bodice and tiered skirt, with each layer a different kind of material. Leather. Lace. Vinyl. Tulle. I can't wait to go shopping for the fabrics!
Okay, enough drooling and daydreaming. Back to work. *Grumble*
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| Nonsense |
[09 Mar 04|3:10am] |
I'm caught in a void, a vacuum, at the end of an era but not the beginning of a new one. I'm in limbo. I feel displaced.
I get depressed thinking about how I was once 16, young and beautiful. That was only six years ago, but it seems like a lifetime. I feel old, decrepit. I'm only 22 and that's ridiculous but that's how I feel.
I want to rewrite history. I want to reinvent myself. I want to start over. I want to see and hear and feel everything for the first time.
I want... I'm not sure what I want. It's terribly unsettling.
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| Hegemony |
[05 Mar 04|2:21am] |
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The proper order of the universe has been restored. Pol Eco won the University Debate tournament.
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| Kathlyn 2004 |
[23 Feb 04|8:05pm] |
Kath's visits are always random and short. It's been at least two years since we last saw her, and it was so great to have her back, valley girl accent and LA boob job and all, even just for a week. It was like high school all over again. We lose all our poise whenever we're together. Some things just don't change.
( We had a boob-grabbin'-butt-slappin' good time. )
Much to the boys horror, one night after dinner we decided to check out the Thunder From Down Under, who were at V Bar giving a sneak preview of their Valentine's Day performance. Over musculated men, oiled bodies, unzipped flies revealing red spandex undies, cheesy dance moves... how could we resist?
As always, thanks to Lovine (iamlovine), our official pornographer, I mean, photographer.
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| My Bloody Valentine's |
[15 Feb 04|2:10am] |
Me: How's this for unromantic: When we get to Rockwell, the first thing we do is buy a box of tampons. I'm wearing a pad and regular panties. I can't wait to change into the thong in my handbag.
Mark: The more unromantic the better! Ask your lola if she needs another padded toilet seat so we can get one of those too!
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| If I were on Star Trek, I'd be an intergalactic bitch |
[15 Feb 04|12:56am] |
You're a Cardassian! Intelligent and devious, you're a bit of an enigma to those around you and scientific to the core.
What Star Trek Race Are You?
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| Song of the Lioness |
[12 Feb 04|5:40pm] |
I just put down the fourth and final book of the Song of the Lioness series by Tamora Pierce and I'm crying. I feel silly and sentimental and thirteen all over again.
It's been ten years since I last read those books, and I'd forgotten most of the details. I'd even forgotten who dies in the end. It was so much fun to reacquaint myself with all those loveable characters and relive their adventures! Wonderful escapist reading, with lots of grade-school nostalgia to boot!
I was hoping that after I'd devoured the series I'd be able to get on with my life and refocus on my thesis. But I discovered there are two spin-off quartets and I'm just dying to read them. *Drool* I love children's books.
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