Monday, January 31, 2005

Intelehente





Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence



You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.
An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.
You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.
A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.

You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.



Saturday, January 29, 2005

Something Old, Something New

Har har. Nope, not the wedding hoola. I'm talking about my new place.

Yes! I finally moved in! Just got finished packing all my stuff at 2:30 this morning, and by 8 am we're raring to go. I can't believe how expensive moving can get, it really eats my cash.

Last night, when I had no choice but to face my packing responsibilities, I faced the mess squarely and just went at it. Interesting how much useless stuff I had, things I thought that were gonna mean something someday. But looking at them now, I had no idea why I kept it in the first place. A lot of them ended up in an extra large garbage bag.

Old papers tell a lot, too. Especially old journals. Aaaaaaaaaiiiieeeee!!! Why do I keep journals? I never really learned my lesson. The first time I did one was when I was twelve, basically because I found out I can't really TALK to anybody. You know, like no people with the same wavelength and shit like that, so I started one. It was a pink stationery with heart balloons and a sickly, cloying sweet scent. I had a humongous crush on one of my classmates, and of course he had the starring role in my diary. Two months later, my insanity over, I reread the diary. And promptly puked at its contents. WTF was I thinking then? OH my goodness, please say it wasn't me who wrote that. Eeeeewwww!!! Cheese overload! I was TWELVE then.

Nothing much has changed the way I keep a journal, the things I write are pretty much the same, only the names change. There is usually one person who hogs all the lines in the paper, the sole cause of my existence at the time. Then the inevitable happens, our universe implodes, and it's over. One day (like you're moving and sorting out stuff) you get to pick up one and read it again. You cringe like a salted leech, there is no way you can redeem yourself at that moment except to burn the sonofabitch.

I didn't burn it, which is a good thing, because some of the entries actually make sense. Incidentally, those are the ones with no mention of whatsisface on it, just musings about life. I'll try to post one later...see if it makes sense to you to.

Meanwhile, I have to unpack my twenty-something pairs of shoes.

Tarush!


Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Votre Enfant Est Laid

Don't be fooled. I only speak French when I have Babelfish. And yes, I have seen ugly babies and up to this moment I don't know what to say to the parents whenever I see one, because the obligatory "How cute naman your baby" just won't come out.

So anyway, moving house is not easy. I didn't know I have amassed several tons of odds and ends over the past 3 years. Maybe I'll just throw everything away, how about that? And books! I have so many books ranging from trash to self-help to witchcraft. They're all over the place so I never had any idea how much I had, until I finally got the strength and the will to start packing.

I started with (sigh) my clothes, a pitiful mess in my cabinet. As I was folding them neatly, I realized I had no fashion statement at all. I don't have an image that I'm supposed to project to people. It just says I'm boring and typical and please don't stare at me too much. Which is not me, and from now on I will try to dress up the way I feel at the moment. Right now that means I should put on my jammies because I'm really really sleepy.

Next was packing my collection of fluffy towels. The big, thick ones in different colors. I love that kind of towel, it comforts me whenever I wrap it around myself, smelling of fabric conditioner. Needless to say, it took up a lot of room and now my bed linen got nowhere to go. I'm still debating with myself whether I should give in to my O.C.-ness and buy those neat boxes to pack things in, or just throw things inside a garbage bag to make things easier. I won't even label them, ngyahahahaha!!!

Oh my, I still have a long way to go in packing my stuff and I'm supposed to move out of there on Saturday. I haven't even touched the shoes and the school materials yet. Aaaargghhh!!!


Tuesday, January 11, 2005

On my Own - Sort of

Finally found a place. I'm moving out of my old place this month, and will start to be really on my own. I'm so excited to buy new furniture. I wonder if I will need curtains. They should be dark-colored so my room can stay dark even if it's noon already, I like to sleep. And of course, so I can forego washing them every week.

I will have bed linen sets, so everything matches, from the pillowcase to the bed cover. I'm taking my PC with me, so I guess I'll have to get a bigger hard disk. I wonder if I should name it?

I will not be alone really, I will be sharing the apartment with a friend from my old office. Actually, its her apartment, I'm paying her. I hope it works out, since we get along well...no, we were a hit from the start. But they say its different when you actually live with a person. Whatever, we're pretty sensible people so any problem that comes up will be talked about.

I'm really looking forward to moving there, finally I can have my own space. I've always been independent since I was a kid -- I didn't need somebody to go with me to the restroom, or to go to the store across the road, even to play with. In the past I have resented attempts by other people to control my life, even well-meaning ones. I've carried that independent streak until now. I could be living at home and save money, but I don't want the intrusion, whether intentional or not. It's not like I'm hiding a lot from my family, it's just that I want to live alone and just see them on weekends. Besides, our house is rather small for a family of 5 adults.

And did I mention I'm old enough? Jeez, I don't want to be 30 and still living at home. I don't know about this strange custom of ours that children don't really leave home until they get married. Some even stay after they get married. I don't want that, ever.

I'm lucky my mother is enough of a free-thinker to let me live on my own. She understands that living alone is not synonymous to bringing boys home every night. Not that I'm planning to, of course. Not every night, I need my sleep. Hahahaha!!! ;-)

Monday, January 10, 2005

Help! My Brain Cells are Dying!

Short of passing out in my class with Wolverine, I decided to entertain myself.

Why am I a model Stoopident?
- my class with Wolverine was supposed to start at 4pm. I got in a 5:20pm
- because I have just finished my reaction paper on two readings
- because I just started reading the damn things at 2pm
- and they are each 25 pages long
- which I haven't even finished reading.

Things I learned today:
- what a feudal state is. Like I care today.
- Wolvie will double or triple your salary if it means he can own your time.
- we lambasted the Japanese in the last hour.
- "lambasted" is a pretty strong word to use, and it doesn't correctly describe what we were doing.

Things I asked/told/decided for myself:
- Stop the funny faces! I can't stand it anymore! I'm sure I'm not alone in this opinion, and a few more minutes of that and we're gonna foam at the mouth.
- You can't buy loyalty. At least not mine. But it all depends on what is X.
- No, we don't have questions. You monologued for 3 hours (Ok, I've witnessed only half) mainly about HRD in other cultures, and now how the Japanese eat balut. Yep, we surely can't think of anything to ask you.
- I'm going to take the compre in August (I can't believe its compre time already. I was just a freshman in 2003! Plus I haven't really learned anything. Kill me.)
- Why would anyone color their hair the shade of cooked crab? Does it guarantee them an appearance in Spongebob Squarepants?


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Class dismissed. I'm going home again with some of my brain cells dead.


Friday, January 07, 2005

Si Apo Jukay

Scene: August 2002. Kitchenette, a suite in Discovery.

Kami: Bakit mo yan ininvite Apo, baka ma-OP yan sa tin. Sya lang ang hindi Adonis Gel dito. Pinag-overnight mo pa...naku mao-OP talaga yan.
Siya: Hindi no, hindi sya mao-OP.
Kami: Oo nga, tingnan mo wala nang makausap. Inaantok na ata, eh hindi pa nga tayo kumakain.
Siya: Hindi nga sya mao-OP. Kulit nyo.
Kami: Ang laki ng hikab o. Mukhang interesado masyado sa pinapanood sa TV. Pakausap mo kay Erin.
Siya: Bakit ba paulit ulit? Hindi yan mao-OP.
Kami: Di sige.

Silence.

A few more beats of silence.

Siya: Ano ba yung OP?


Ladies and gentlemen, presenting to you Her Royal Weirdness, Apo Jukay.


Thursday, January 06, 2005

Euphemisms

In one of our episodes of absolute insanity, we've come up with the following euphemisms (if you can call it that) for old, other than the usual thundercat, jotanders, jonda, honda, ancient, etc. Apologies to the sensitive and the politically correct.

- Egyptian beauty (mummified)
- Amoy nakaraan
- Amoy kabilang buhay
- Mukhang malapit na magsimula ang next life
- Amoy cabinet
- Bagumbayan pa ang tawag sa Luneta nung baby sya

I'll stop now, it's making me guilty already. Ok,ok, I'll atone for my sins by doing my own ironing later. Sheesh.

A Time to Breathe

No, scratch that. I just learned I screwed up the stoopid letters after felling down two trees' worth of paper. Daggummit! I have to do the stuff ALL OVER AGAIN, for crying out loud. Just drive a stake through my heart so I can die quickly. Not like this, killing me one popping vein at a time.

And it's only the first week after the holidays. Nobody gets through the holidays scratch-free, after all those bingeing and family reunions (in which you have to explain to every elderly relative why are you still single). What I hate about Christmas, aside from having to spend almost a month's worth of salary on gifts and whatevers, is the pressure to be merry. To be honest I never felt merry at all during the period of exaggerated Hallmark-touchy-feely-height-of-commercialization chuvanescence. I think I even lost weight. Seriously.

Nothing great even happened. It's just the same old ritual of the last 28 years of my life. It's nice to just lie at home and watch DVDs, though. Its surprising how quickly I forget work and all the things I have to rush and gush about when I'm at home just chilling out. And I can't get enough sleep! I'm talking about getting up at 1pm and taking a nap again at 4...although you have to take into consideration the fact that I usually lose consciousness at around 2am to 3am.

Oh well, at least I've gotten over the guilt of neglecting my blog(s) for almost a month now. Believe me, I have so much to say but no time at all. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to fell more trees.