My birthday used to be a secret. I didn't tell people when it was because I wanted them to guess, and I knew they would. In my youth, I was arrogant enough to think it would matter. Or maybe deep down I already knew it didn't, but my cynicism was still in its infancy, and the thought was a mere whisper behind one of the many closed doors inside my head.
Today, it's mostly still a whisper, but it rages into a chorus from time to time. The closed door has multiplied, hinges rattling from the harsh mumbles that reiterate my inconsequence.
Today, I rebel by telling everyone when I was born. "October 13," I tell everyone who will listen. "I'm a libra," I add, as if the more other people know about me, the more I exist. The more I demand to be here. I'm like a toddler stomping on one foot, insisting people remember that thirty something years ago, I changed two people's lives and I was their joy, I was wanted, I was waited for.
Today, I hold on to that. Granted, it's not too much to hold on to. I could feel my fingers clamped on the back door, pushing, pulling, wondering how many seconds the world will stop when I slip out. I am no longer in my youth, but I guess I still have the arrogance in me to think that I would matter.
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Monday, October 7, 2019
Sunday, March 10, 2019
The Disadvantages of Having A Male Best Friend
- Everyone thinks you're dating. Even the people you're actually dating.
- "You look so good together!" comments. We look good. Period.
- When meeting potential dates, he has to just straight up pretend he's gay coz if he doesn't, they'll ask, anyway. "Oh he's straight? But you're not gettin' jiggy? You sure he's straight?" Yes, Brian. Also, you're not getting a second date.
- You know his mom and hence have become the unwilling conveyor of mommy reminders. "Tita says you should buy clothes that aren't black. Also sleep early."
- Random people, like let's say a Turkish kebab vendor, suddenly think they have a say in your spousal choices. "Oh, where's your wife from? You're not married? Well, you should be." Unless you're paying for the destination wedding, no thanks.
- When you say, "We're just friends," people complete the sentence with: "...but with benefits?" Oh I wish. I wish we had benefits. And by benefits, I mean health insurance and pension.
- When you go out and want to meet people, one has to purposely wander away to increase both of your likelihood to succeed. It sucks because you wanna spend time with your best friend AND also maybe meet the love of your life.
- When you casually mention that you've had sleepovers at his house, everyone gives you *that* look. Like you're both 15 and have no control over hormones.
- Even after making a list like this, you will convince absolutely no one that you're not together.
Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Baket List
Updating this list is bittersweet because I am sure I will die alone and unloved.
1. Visit all UP campuses
UP Diliman
UP Baguio
UP Los Banos
UP Cebu
2.Watch an Up Dharma Down gig live
3.Go somewhere far, alone
4. Come up to a stranger I'm attracted to and tell him/her that I find him/her attractive
5. Design (and pay for) my dream bedroom
6. Read Pride and Prejudice in one day
7.Go on a candlelit dinner date
8. Buy my parents new wedding rings
9.Save 100k
10. Find a man who will love all of me
11.Go to a gay bar.
1. Visit all UP campuses
2.
3.
4. Come up to a stranger I'm attracted to and tell him/her that I find him/her attractive
5. Design (and pay for) my dream bedroom
6. Read Pride and Prejudice in one day
7.
8. Buy my parents new wedding rings
9.
10. Find a man who will love all of me
11.
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Revival of the Fittest
So I’m going to revive this blog by saying that I want to revive my other blog (the one on fashion, which I haven’t updated in years yet coincidentally, gets more hits than this one. Like what). I have been shopping constantly lately (despite the fact that I can't even feed myself three times a day), and although I’m pretty sure I will regret this in the very near future, I want to share my hauls with other cheap queens who would only wear H&M if it was an overrun.
UP Cebu
2. Watch an Up Dharma Down gig live
3. Go somewhere far, alone
4. Come up to a stranger I'm attracted to and tell him/her that I find him/her attractive
5. Design (and pay for) my dream bedroom
6. Read Pride and Prejudice in one day
7. Go on a candlelit dinner date
8. Buy my parents new wedding rings
9. Save 100k
10. Find a man who will love all of me
11. Go to a gay bar.
And there’s this, too:
1. Visit all UP campuses
UP Diliman
UP Baguio
UP Los Banos
3. Go somewhere far, alone
4. Come up to a stranger I'm attracted to and tell him/her that I find him/her attractive
5. Design (and pay for) my dream bedroom
6. Read Pride and Prejudice in one day
7. Go on a candlelit dinner date
8. Buy my parents new wedding rings
Apparently, straight guys still exist. And most importantly, I can still get one to like me.
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Nothing is Too Late
"Hi jaja your existence gives me hope for the human race <3"
Roughly a year ago, I was struggling with depression. Every day, I thought about killing myself. I never would have imagined that someone would ever say these words to me. It goes to show that no matter how useless you feel, there is someone out there who thinks the world is better because you decided to wake up one more time.
Roughly a year ago, I was struggling with depression. Every day, I thought about killing myself. I never would have imagined that someone would ever say these words to me. It goes to show that no matter how useless you feel, there is someone out there who thinks the world is better because you decided to wake up one more time.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Updated Updated Bucket List
1. Visit all UP campuses
UP Diliman
UP Baguio
UP Los Banos
2. Watch an Up Dharma Down gig live
3. Go somewhere far, alone
4. Come up to a stranger I'm attracted to and tell him/her that I find him/her attractive
5. Design (and pay for) my dream bedroom
6. Read Pride and Prejudice in one day
7. Go on a candlelit dinner date
8. Buy my parents new wedding rings
9. Save 100k
10. Find a man who will love all of me
11. Go to a gay bar.
3. Go somewhere far, alone
4. Come up to a stranger I'm attracted to and tell him/her that I find him/her attractive
5. Design (and pay for) my dream bedroom
6. Read Pride and Prejudice in one day
7. Go on a candlelit dinner date
8. Buy my parents new wedding rings
10. Find a man who will love all of me
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Helping Myself
I have been depressed for years.
The feeling goes away and comes back every now and then, but certain events in my life brought it back to the fore.
I can't eat, sleep, or function at work. I keep crying at random times and places, when hearing songs or listening to silence. I have bad dreams whenever I manage to doze off. I can't write my thesis (which is due in a month, by the way).
And so I decided, with much hesitation and second-guessing, to seek help. I'm now going through counseling.
I actually wanted to keep mum about the whole thing until it's over. But since this blog is read by approximately 0 people, I don't think posting about it will matter that much to others. To me, who has always written about anything and everything, it does, however.
A part of me hopes that people directly involved in my depression will reach out to me and make me feel better. But alas, I think it will remain wishful thinking. I will carry on, though, because there is nothing left to do. Stopping is not an option.
To you who may have stumbled upon this entry and may feel the way I'm feeling, I suggest you don't keep it in. I tried it. Didn't work. Call somebody up. If you're too iffy about talking to shrinks, then talk to people you trust the most. If you don't have one of those, then leave me a message here. I may be a complete stranger, but somebody is always better than nobody.
The feeling goes away and comes back every now and then, but certain events in my life brought it back to the fore.
I can't eat, sleep, or function at work. I keep crying at random times and places, when hearing songs or listening to silence. I have bad dreams whenever I manage to doze off. I can't write my thesis (which is due in a month, by the way).
And so I decided, with much hesitation and second-guessing, to seek help. I'm now going through counseling.
I actually wanted to keep mum about the whole thing until it's over. But since this blog is read by approximately 0 people, I don't think posting about it will matter that much to others. To me, who has always written about anything and everything, it does, however.
A part of me hopes that people directly involved in my depression will reach out to me and make me feel better. But alas, I think it will remain wishful thinking. I will carry on, though, because there is nothing left to do. Stopping is not an option.
To you who may have stumbled upon this entry and may feel the way I'm feeling, I suggest you don't keep it in. I tried it. Didn't work. Call somebody up. If you're too iffy about talking to shrinks, then talk to people you trust the most. If you don't have one of those, then leave me a message here. I may be a complete stranger, but somebody is always better than nobody.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Bucket List Update
I'm planning on pursuing another bucket list item next month. We'll see just which one. :)
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Busy Bee
I just realized that it has been six months since I updated. I have been pretty busy (emotionally, professionally, and everything-ly), so forgive me, my beloved four followers, if I have let you pine and whine at my unexplained absence.
I am actually trying to think of something to write(/complain) about here, but as of the moment, my brain is on a vacation. It couldn't stand how obnoxious and controlling my heart had been these past months, so it fled. I called it earlier, begging it to come back, and it said it was "contemplating" it.
Well, brain, if you're reading this, you are a diva. Get back here because my thesis needs you to do him hard.
And since we just went over your daily personification quota, I shall stop here.
Check back in a few days. I might have something for you to read while you wait for your Facebook friends to give you lives on Candy Crush.
I am actually trying to think of something to write(/complain) about here, but as of the moment, my brain is on a vacation. It couldn't stand how obnoxious and controlling my heart had been these past months, so it fled. I called it earlier, begging it to come back, and it said it was "contemplating" it.
Well, brain, if you're reading this, you are a diva. Get back here because my thesis needs you to do him hard.
And since we just went over your daily personification quota, I shall stop here.
Check back in a few days. I might have something for you to read while you wait for your Facebook friends to give you lives on Candy Crush.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Not Gay and Not Exactly Loving It
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Saturday, September 29, 2012
5 Jobs I Would Have Kicked Ass In
There are days that I think I made the wrong decision when I decided to study English. For one, it would have saved me a lot of stress because I wouldn't have the impulse to mentally parse the utterances of every single person I converse with. I also wouldn't have to pretend that I've read 100 Years of Solitude and actually liked it. During these times, I fantasize about taking up a trade that is wholly unrelated to English Studies. A trade that actually pays good money and/or lets me wield boundless power over people I abhor. Here are some of them.
1. President of China
When I was in grade school, I was always voted as class president. Perhaps it was because of my permanent scowl (also known as my face), or my natural tendency to boss around people whom I assumed had lower IQs than me, but without fail, I got elected as president every year. But not only did I exercise my executive powers over those within the four corners of our pink classroom. I reigned over the entire year. Batchmates would come up to me to tell me about being bullied, about their pencil cases being stolen, about accidentally pooping in their pants. And I, their fearsome yet fair leader, would always come to their rescue. I roundhouse kicked the bullies, punched the thieves, and dutifully informed teachers that so-and-so smelled like rotten eggs and it would be in our best interest if somebody just went ahead and called their mother.
Given this extensive experience in leading highly impressionable children who cannot make their own decisions, I'm pretty sure that being the president of China will come naturally to me.
It is also my fervent belief that with the guidance of a proper dictator figure, they can finally stop trying to steal other people's countries.
2. President of North Korea
My explanation for this is pretty much the same as my explanation in the previous point. The only difference is that my complete ineptitude in Chemistry, Physics, and nuclear weaponry will come in handy in this occupation. If the North Korean scientists cannot make me understand how fissile material works, I will not let them make any. And that right there, ladies and gentlemen, is the key to world peace.
I'm a genius, I know.
3. Newscaster
A taxi driver once told me that I looked like Korina Sanchez. That's basically where I got the idea. It has been further reinforced by these three facts: 1) I like to talk, 2) I like to talk nonsense, and 3) I like to talk nonsense in front of a large crowd. I also lack just the right amount of shame to become successful in this field. It also helps that I do not mind looking like a doofus while trying to make people believe that whatever I'm saying is right and that those who dare oppose me are morons and should get the fuck out of the country.
Thank you, teaching profession, for these invaluable traits.
4. Fashion Designer
There are only two requirements for becoming a legendary fashion designer. The first is you have to like clothes. The second is you actually have to wear them. Check and check. One does not need talent for this job. I only need money and a super rich financier whose favorite words are "edgy" and "fierce". In short, the moment I get Tyra Banks to fund my first collection, I can consider myself made.
5. Ninja
This is all about stealth and developing a high tolerance for breathing with a piece of cloth covering half of your face. And since I'm small and I live near a bus terminal, I was pretty much born for this job. When I was little (I mean young, because physically, I'm still the size of a 12-year-old), my favorite hobby was to hide from my parents. I'd hide in closets, inside the empty TV cabinet, in between bookshelves, and under windows. When they didn't catch me, I took pleasure in watching them frantically run around the house for 10 minutes before nonchalantly getting out of my space, saying "What? I'm just here." When they did catch me, however, I had to make do with getting smacked in the butt.
Although this type of work does not pay well (unless I get to be a Ninja Assassin, in which case I will be rolling around in tons of money and severed limbs), I think that I'd choose this above all of the other four. For one, I'd get to buy a katana. But most of all, I could've not taken any Math subjects and my life would've been perfect.
1. President of China
When I was in grade school, I was always voted as class president. Perhaps it was because of my permanent scowl (also known as my face), or my natural tendency to boss around people whom I assumed had lower IQs than me, but without fail, I got elected as president every year. But not only did I exercise my executive powers over those within the four corners of our pink classroom. I reigned over the entire year. Batchmates would come up to me to tell me about being bullied, about their pencil cases being stolen, about accidentally pooping in their pants. And I, their fearsome yet fair leader, would always come to their rescue. I roundhouse kicked the bullies, punched the thieves, and dutifully informed teachers that so-and-so smelled like rotten eggs and it would be in our best interest if somebody just went ahead and called their mother.
Given this extensive experience in leading highly impressionable children who cannot make their own decisions, I'm pretty sure that being the president of China will come naturally to me.
It is also my fervent belief that with the guidance of a proper dictator figure, they can finally stop trying to steal other people's countries.
2. President of North Korea
My explanation for this is pretty much the same as my explanation in the previous point. The only difference is that my complete ineptitude in Chemistry, Physics, and nuclear weaponry will come in handy in this occupation. If the North Korean scientists cannot make me understand how fissile material works, I will not let them make any. And that right there, ladies and gentlemen, is the key to world peace.
I'm a genius, I know.
3. Newscaster
A taxi driver once told me that I looked like Korina Sanchez. That's basically where I got the idea. It has been further reinforced by these three facts: 1) I like to talk, 2) I like to talk nonsense, and 3) I like to talk nonsense in front of a large crowd. I also lack just the right amount of shame to become successful in this field. It also helps that I do not mind looking like a doofus while trying to make people believe that whatever I'm saying is right and that those who dare oppose me are morons and should get the fuck out of the country.
Thank you, teaching profession, for these invaluable traits.
4. Fashion Designer
There are only two requirements for becoming a legendary fashion designer. The first is you have to like clothes. The second is you actually have to wear them. Check and check. One does not need talent for this job. I only need money and a super rich financier whose favorite words are "edgy" and "fierce". In short, the moment I get Tyra Banks to fund my first collection, I can consider myself made.
5. Ninja
This is all about stealth and developing a high tolerance for breathing with a piece of cloth covering half of your face. And since I'm small and I live near a bus terminal, I was pretty much born for this job. When I was little (I mean young, because physically, I'm still the size of a 12-year-old), my favorite hobby was to hide from my parents. I'd hide in closets, inside the empty TV cabinet, in between bookshelves, and under windows. When they didn't catch me, I took pleasure in watching them frantically run around the house for 10 minutes before nonchalantly getting out of my space, saying "What? I'm just here." When they did catch me, however, I had to make do with getting smacked in the butt.
Although this type of work does not pay well (unless I get to be a Ninja Assassin, in which case I will be rolling around in tons of money and severed limbs), I think that I'd choose this above all of the other four. For one, I'd get to buy a katana. But most of all, I could've not taken any Math subjects and my life would've been perfect.
Monday, September 10, 2012
How to Ask A Girl Out
Before anything else, I'd just like to say that these have been tried and tested. Not saying they have been successful, but they have been tried and tested. A lot of times.
1. Know her name
You might think me an idiot for even including this here, but you have no idea how many guys fantasize about women they don't even personally know (not including porn stars). It might be the fault of romantic Hollywood movies that have taught us that if you walk around aimlessly for a good amount of time, you are bound to come across the girl of your dreams who, after spilling her things on the sidewalk and allowing you to heroically save her Chapstick from falling into the sewerage, will voluntarily introduce herself to you, sparing you the agony of what-ifs. No. It does not happen. In real life, the girl will most likely mumble a weak "thanks" and be on her way to meet her real boyfriend. Who is not, and never will be, you.
So yeah, you might want to actually work on your people skills and make the effort. See someone you think has potential? Come up to her and introduce yourself. Try not to be too creepy, of course (Psychopaths are not sexy, unless I am the girl, in which case, I will have no qualms marrying you with or without the hockey mask). It will be easier if you have a common friend. If the common friend's a girl, also try not to flirt with her. If the common friend's a guy, invite him to the parking lot and proceed to stab him to death. Eliminating the competition is a must.
2. Ask what she likes and like it, too
Common interests are the way to a girl's heart. Not food. Well okay, food, too. But why would you want to bond over food when you can bond over something less fattening? Music it is, then. Or books. Or hair care products. It doesn't matter. Know what she likes, and force yourself to utter the words "Really? Me too!" Why, you ask? Well, most girls have formed this insane correlation between common interests and soulmate probability. The more common interests you have, the more likely it is for you to be "The One". And your main goal here is to be "The One". Not necessarily "The One She Will Marry and Have Kids With", but something along the lines of "The One She'll Take On A Couple of Dates Before Dumping for a Jock". Take it; don't be choosy.
3. Text her
How are you going to get to know her if you don't talk to her? The better question is, how will she know you exist if you don't let her know you exist? Communicate, brother. A good morning greet is a perfect way to let her know that you think of her the moment you wake up. A good night greet makes her feel like you care whether she sleeps or not. Texts at other times of the day tell her that even if you're not breathing down her neck every five minutes, you actually are, only you do it via radio waves (or whatever it is texts travel on). It also tells her that you know where she is at any given minute, and she should stop trying to get the attention of any other guy unless she wants them ambushed.
4. Reply when she texts you
For girls, guys who do not reply or take 45 minutes to reply only to say "K" is a clear sign of uninterest. So never be that dude. Reply to her even if she just says "Haha ikr." Think of something witty. Like "Hahaha ikykr" (which means 'I know you know, right?', by the way). Whatever it is, don't make her feel that you don't like talking to her, or that there's something else more important than reading her say "brb". You've got an exam the next day? It doesn't matter; learn to multitask. Your grandfather died? It doesn't matter; he's dead, she's not, end of story. You have no load? It doesn't matter; go out and buy some even if it's 11PM and there's a serial killer lurking in your neighborhood. There's no signal? It doesn't matter; it just doesn't, okay, get the point!
5. Use LOL
Okay, I need you to listen to this one because this is the most important step. This is where you actually ask your girl out. Without this, this post is just rambling, completely nonsensical, and inappropriately titled. So here goes.
When you ask the girl out, never EVER forget to use LOL at the end. LOL is the magical word that will catch your sorry ass in case you get rejected. How so? By adding LOL to your text, you can easily pretend that you weren't really asking her out, she shouldn't take you too seriously, you were obviously just kidding blah blah let's drop this topic right now blah.
Sample interaction:
You: So, I was thinking maybe we should watch a movie together LOL
Her: Um. I don't think I can.
You: LOL It's fine. I was totally joking. LOL
(Use it twice in one sentence, for full jocular effect)
LOL is still appropriate even if she says yes (in which case, OMG YOU A BADASS MUDAFUCKA FUCK YEAH GIMME SOME). It gives this distinct air of nonchalant confidence, like you honestly don't give a shit if she says no, when in reality, your palms are sweating so much that you have to cover your hands with your shirt as you type your reply. It makes you sound cool and calm, and not at all desperate even though you feel like throwing yourself off a cliff the moment she friendzones you.
Sample interaction:
You: So, I was thinking maybe we should watch a movie together LOL
Her: Sure haha
You: Great. LOL
(Use LOL again to emphasize that you're chill. Then promptly cry into your pillow in happiness.)
So there you have it. Five easy ways to ask a girl out. If it doesn't work, repeat steps 1-5 on another girl. Or if you're that pathetic, repeat steps 1-5 on the same girl until she runs to the nearest police station to file a blotter on you (and you deserve it, you creeper).
1. Know her name
You might think me an idiot for even including this here, but you have no idea how many guys fantasize about women they don't even personally know (not including porn stars). It might be the fault of romantic Hollywood movies that have taught us that if you walk around aimlessly for a good amount of time, you are bound to come across the girl of your dreams who, after spilling her things on the sidewalk and allowing you to heroically save her Chapstick from falling into the sewerage, will voluntarily introduce herself to you, sparing you the agony of what-ifs. No. It does not happen. In real life, the girl will most likely mumble a weak "thanks" and be on her way to meet her real boyfriend. Who is not, and never will be, you.
So yeah, you might want to actually work on your people skills and make the effort. See someone you think has potential? Come up to her and introduce yourself. Try not to be too creepy, of course (Psychopaths are not sexy, unless I am the girl, in which case, I will have no qualms marrying you with or without the hockey mask). It will be easier if you have a common friend. If the common friend's a girl, also try not to flirt with her. If the common friend's a guy, invite him to the parking lot and proceed to stab him to death. Eliminating the competition is a must.
2. Ask what she likes and like it, too
Common interests are the way to a girl's heart. Not food. Well okay, food, too. But why would you want to bond over food when you can bond over something less fattening? Music it is, then. Or books. Or hair care products. It doesn't matter. Know what she likes, and force yourself to utter the words "Really? Me too!" Why, you ask? Well, most girls have formed this insane correlation between common interests and soulmate probability. The more common interests you have, the more likely it is for you to be "The One". And your main goal here is to be "The One". Not necessarily "The One She Will Marry and Have Kids With", but something along the lines of "The One She'll Take On A Couple of Dates Before Dumping for a Jock". Take it; don't be choosy.
3. Text her
How are you going to get to know her if you don't talk to her? The better question is, how will she know you exist if you don't let her know you exist? Communicate, brother. A good morning greet is a perfect way to let her know that you think of her the moment you wake up. A good night greet makes her feel like you care whether she sleeps or not. Texts at other times of the day tell her that even if you're not breathing down her neck every five minutes, you actually are, only you do it via radio waves (or whatever it is texts travel on). It also tells her that you know where she is at any given minute, and she should stop trying to get the attention of any other guy unless she wants them ambushed.
4. Reply when she texts you
For girls, guys who do not reply or take 45 minutes to reply only to say "K" is a clear sign of uninterest. So never be that dude. Reply to her even if she just says "Haha ikr." Think of something witty. Like "Hahaha ikykr" (which means 'I know you know, right?', by the way). Whatever it is, don't make her feel that you don't like talking to her, or that there's something else more important than reading her say "brb". You've got an exam the next day? It doesn't matter; learn to multitask. Your grandfather died? It doesn't matter; he's dead, she's not, end of story. You have no load? It doesn't matter; go out and buy some even if it's 11PM and there's a serial killer lurking in your neighborhood. There's no signal? It doesn't matter; it just doesn't, okay, get the point!
5. Use LOL
Okay, I need you to listen to this one because this is the most important step. This is where you actually ask your girl out. Without this, this post is just rambling, completely nonsensical, and inappropriately titled. So here goes.
When you ask the girl out, never EVER forget to use LOL at the end. LOL is the magical word that will catch your sorry ass in case you get rejected. How so? By adding LOL to your text, you can easily pretend that you weren't really asking her out, she shouldn't take you too seriously, you were obviously just kidding blah blah let's drop this topic right now blah.
Sample interaction:
You: So, I was thinking maybe we should watch a movie together LOL
Her: Um. I don't think I can.
You: LOL It's fine. I was totally joking. LOL
(Use it twice in one sentence, for full jocular effect)
LOL is still appropriate even if she says yes (in which case, OMG YOU A BADASS MUDAFUCKA FUCK YEAH GIMME SOME). It gives this distinct air of nonchalant confidence, like you honestly don't give a shit if she says no, when in reality, your palms are sweating so much that you have to cover your hands with your shirt as you type your reply. It makes you sound cool and calm, and not at all desperate even though you feel like throwing yourself off a cliff the moment she friendzones you.
Sample interaction:
You: So, I was thinking maybe we should watch a movie together LOL
Her: Sure haha
You: Great. LOL
(Use LOL again to emphasize that you're chill. Then promptly cry into your pillow in happiness.)
So there you have it. Five easy ways to ask a girl out. If it doesn't work, repeat steps 1-5 on another girl. Or if you're that pathetic, repeat steps 1-5 on the same girl until she runs to the nearest police station to file a blotter on you (and you deserve it, you creeper).
Thursday, August 9, 2012
The hard part about having a blog
Is when your students decide to google you. Because then they'd know that their teacher is unhinged and most likely unfit to mold the impressionable minds of 16-year-olds.
I'm just glad my Twitter is private.
I'm just glad my Twitter is private.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Lucky
I have never won a lot of luck-based contests in my life. Competitions, yes; contests, no. I'd like to think it's the Universe telling me that I can get what I want through sheer talent and won't need luck to win (because I seriously don't want to mull over the idea that I might simply be unlucky).
So it was a huge surprise that I won the Zombadings contest of Inquirer Libre. I got four tickets to the premiere (premiere!!!) of the movie. Meaning I can ask for Eugene Domingo's autograph and probably have enough courage to ask Kerbie Zamora to take a picture with me. And did I mention that this would all be going down on my mother's birthday? Yes. We'll have a lunch buffet at Dad's and then off to the showing. It's going to be a really, really good Tuesday. The only thing left for me to do is decide on what to wear.
Speaking of clothes, don't forget to visit my fashion blog http://fashion-real.blogspot.com. I'll update later tonight. :)
So it was a huge surprise that I won the Zombadings contest of Inquirer Libre. I got four tickets to the premiere (premiere!!!) of the movie. Meaning I can ask for Eugene Domingo's autograph and probably have enough courage to ask Kerbie Zamora to take a picture with me. And did I mention that this would all be going down on my mother's birthday? Yes. We'll have a lunch buffet at Dad's and then off to the showing. It's going to be a really, really good Tuesday. The only thing left for me to do is decide on what to wear.
Speaking of clothes, don't forget to visit my fashion blog http://fashion-real.blogspot.com. I'll update later tonight. :)
Monday, August 15, 2011
Rolling Pixies
I am trying to read Hannibal Rising while listening to The Pixies and The Rolling Stones. They don't mix. The music has the roughness and melodic dissonance of an unpolished rock, while Harris' novel has the sharpness of an axe blade. It's kind of confusing to have the two at the same time. I feel like an incompetent multitasker.
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My RareJob schedule finally got approved today and I will start teaching on the 22nd. Nobody has signed up on my profile yet. I'd like to think it's because it's seven days til the 22nd, but the underachiever in me whispers, "Nobody wants to learn from you." Well if they don't, I can apply at the Ombudsman. At least I'll have something noteworthy on my resume.
Now off to dinner. Off we go. :)
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My RareJob schedule finally got approved today and I will start teaching on the 22nd. Nobody has signed up on my profile yet. I'd like to think it's because it's seven days til the 22nd, but the underachiever in me whispers, "Nobody wants to learn from you." Well if they don't, I can apply at the Ombudsman. At least I'll have something noteworthy on my resume.
Now off to dinner. Off we go. :)
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
The Art of Procrastination
"I'll do it tomorrow" is probably the statement that has gotten me the most amount of shit in my life. But do I still use it? Hell yes. Do I want to keep using it? No. But it's like taking a bath. You do it even if you don't want to. Then again, taking a bath usually leads to positive consequences where as procrastination is a one-way ticket to Fuckedville.
I haven't completed my application to RareJob yet. It's been a week, and I can't bring myself to finish that 45-item quiz that seems to suck the life out of me after every question that I answer. But I NEED the money. Well, okay, need is a strong word. I want it. Because I want to buy 4 shirts, 3 dresses and a skirt on Multiply. Whatever my mother says, I believe that one can never have too many clothes.
But I digress.
I promised that I would review for my Japanese exam again, since it has been rescheduled to September, but I haven't touched my notes since Monday. I WILL READ IT AGAIN. I SWEAR. But not now. Tomorrow.
Oh shit, here we go again.
I haven't completed my application to RareJob yet. It's been a week, and I can't bring myself to finish that 45-item quiz that seems to suck the life out of me after every question that I answer. But I NEED the money. Well, okay, need is a strong word. I want it. Because I want to buy 4 shirts, 3 dresses and a skirt on Multiply. Whatever my mother says, I believe that one can never have too many clothes.
But I digress.
I promised that I would review for my Japanese exam again, since it has been rescheduled to September, but I haven't touched my notes since Monday. I WILL READ IT AGAIN. I SWEAR. But not now. Tomorrow.
Oh shit, here we go again.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Blunders and Bibles
So I accidentally put "French" in my Language Proficiency Test Request so now I have to wait all over again.
Then again, there's always a silver lining. Got into Pottermore today; that much is worth celebrating. Also got to buy Sylvia Plath's Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams.
I was choosing between this and Politically Correct Fairy Tales but obviously, Sylvia won. Again.
I will read this tonight to regain some of the brain cells I lost from that humiliating encounter at the Graduate Studies Office.
Then again, there's always a silver lining. Got into Pottermore today; that much is worth celebrating. Also got to buy Sylvia Plath's Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams.
I will read this tonight to regain some of the brain cells I lost from that humiliating encounter at the Graduate Studies Office.
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