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folders and subfolders and a driver's license
Tuesday, July 09, 2002 : 1:54 pm
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I admit it: my PC is a mess.
First of all, there are too many
folders and subfolders, and
underneath that, subsubfolders.
There are too many distractions when tackling the Great Reorganization, and
I have become a snotty sesquipedalian digressor via SMS. After all, the rainy season is the best time for debates and arguments, so steer out of my way
when topics veer towards Guingona's resignation or the mandatory drug
tests at the LTO for driver's license renewals. I swear to start driving
soon. This typhoon is taking too
long - I abhor sitting down.
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And she that wounds can only cure the smart
Thursday, June 4, 2002 : 9:23 pm
It's Purcell's Dido's Lament in Dido and Aenas, and I absolutely adore this aria, it's everthing for me right now and it twists and turns in painful unforgettable melodies, locating and dislocating as everything moves in and out of synch.
pink hookah? you betcha!
There was a very suspicious smell of Narguile earlier that kept haunting me as I walked down Emerald Avenue. For your information I've only smoked Narguile once with Julien (hi jul!) and it was in Jordan so it was the authentic thing & my nose remembers it sharply. So, I conjured an image of a gigantic hookah, coloured pink of course, walking behind me and coyly disappearing whenever I turned around.
Now, let's go to comparisons :
David Blaine. I'm sick of his magic tricks and his holier-than-thou attitude, his poor sad "Damn, if I wasn't a magician earning tons of money and fooling the whole damn world I would just curl up into a tiny ball and die right here" expression. He stood up for 36 hours on an 80 foot high pole in New York City and jumped down onto a pile of cardboard boxes. "What were you doing up that pole?" "Meditating." He needed absolute concentration, probably mentally willing his bones not to break. Then he stands up and looks sadly into the camera, breathlessly thanking everyone for their positive energy and love and support. If I ever learned a magic trick, it would be to break David Blaine's nose with my ESP abilities, or to superimpose him onto a playing card and make him disappear. That would be magic.
in comparison with
Cast of Jackass. How can one describe them? I suppose they're just unapologetic, less-moody David Blaine copycats. Or it could be the other way around. In any case, the only excuse is that they're americans. Enough said.
How my train of thought moved from Dido's Lament to Jackasses, I'll never know. Inarticulate me!
Mystery printer you betcha!
Tuesday, July 02, 2002 : 4:37 pm
I used to creep my brother out whenever he pulled all-nighter term papers. It would be 3 in the morning and he'd get a coffee refill, and I'd sneak to the computer, create a new document, and print the page. When he'd come back up he'd look suspiciously at the printer, wait nervously for the page to stop printing, and be horrified at the mysterious note: "Look out your window." "Don't look under the bed." "That's a nice red shirt you're wearing." "Who do you think you are, and who do you think I am?"
Que horror!
Naww, I'm not being cruel; we do that to each other all the time; I was just fortunate enough to use that trick first. When you have 3 bros your threshold of pain and sympathy changes a bit. Just make sure to use corny fonts for your mystery notes, like Halloween or BoogabooSCapsSSK for the Ed Wood effect.
You say yes, I say no
Monday, July 1 2002 : 7.17 am
You say high, I say low,
You say stop, and I say go, go, go!
Oh, no!
You say goodbye, and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Nice song of contradictions, good old John and Paul. This song cheers me up because it makes no sense at all. Do you think I could've been part of the Beatles?
You say America, I say Afghanistan...
Oh, no!
I like Joe Cocker's "A Little Help from my Friends" better than the original Beatles version. And then I had the urge for Led Zeppelin's Kashmir. Plant in a pot! My soundtrack for the day is Crimson and Clover on repeat. And the (Beatles Anthology 3) Strawberry Fields transformation from a simple acoustic song to the full orchestra final shattered my heart, and the cleaning lady had to sweep up the burst Kala pieces and put them in the Atomic Separation-Rebuilder booth, which is the only reason why I'm back to occupying space and having weight. I'm all atoms once again, thank you very much. Yes, it's good to be human again. When I was in elementary and drawing those molecules in Science class, I used to feel a wee bit sorry for the electrons, because they were always awkward-looking on the outside.
Major BooBoo
Sunday, June 30 2002 : 02:48 a.m.
During the Spanish revolution, Emilio Aguinaldo held court for Filipino freedom in Cavite, while Andres Bonifacio in Manila. Since it was inevitable that these two powerful forces joined, the two leaders set a date, a time, and a plan for the First Revolutionary Battle of the Philippines as a whole against the Spaniards.
The plan was that Bonifacio would signal the attack by closing the lights of Luneta Park in Manila, which, back then, was easily within sight from Cavite. And so I can only imagine Aguinaldo and his troops peering into the darkness, waiting for the lights of Luneta to go out. Imagine them gripping their rusty guns and molotov cocktails and the smell of sweet sweet revenge and revolution in the air! Imagine the agitation and pent-up energy of a hundred men who were sick and tired of having the Spaniards stick their Spanish oppresion and crap up their noses... Just comeon Bonifacio, what the hell is taking you so long...? We want bloodshed and our country back from these jackasses!
The ending of the story is that the supposed First Revolutionary Battle of the Philippines as a whole against the Spaniards took place 6 months after the said date, because apparently, and I kid you not, Andres Bonifacio fell asleep in Luneta and forgot to carry out the signal of the battle. He woke up at 4 the next morning.
Yes, this is the guy in our ten-peso bill.
Du-cat-und-du-wall
Friday, June 28 2002 : 9.15 pm
Just me and cat silhouettes... WE WANT X-RAYS!!!
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