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October 30, 2008 Win. I'm saving this for posterity and for future "Why Betch Is Awesome" reference.
betch: I KNEW IT YOU ARE GEIGH LIKE REIGH ON A SLEIGH
P.S. Reigh, as your pretend girlfriend, I can say stuff like "geigh like Reigh on a sleigh". betch @ 01:10 AM listening to belle and sebastian - i don't love anyone September 28, 2008 Curse you, Facebook. I have three more final exams to go, an AVP to shoot/edit, a speech to write and deliver, and three papers (one of which is not crammable). Since I was researching all day I figured I ought to give myself a break (i.e. play a little Packrat) and when I checked my updates, I saw and clicked on this link:
I've been staring at this site for half an hour now. Drooling.
betch @ 09:25 PM listening to my freeze ray September 4, 2008 My grades are in the academic toilet. (This is a geek post.) Amartya Sen’s “Development as Freedom” is sucking my soul; initially it was a pretty interesting read, but halfway through the book it was all blahtablesblahdirectinstrumentalconstructiverolesblah. I figure it’s too late to change my thesis topic (I know it’s called a seminal paper now, but same banana, whoever told me that I didn’t have to bother with thesis anymore lied to me and should suck it) and the book really is an interesting take on the subject. The problem is, I have around five virgin books with me (one of them is a crisp and new copy of Murakami's After Dark which I got for a hundred pesos) and I’d rather read about tents and exotics than development and freedom. I have to finish writing Xela’s yearbook write-up (which I promised I would finish three weeks ago), cram a conceptual framework, a theoretical framework, a review of related literature, and interview samples for tomorrow’s makeup class, and find out if Dashboard Confessional really is playing on Oktoberfest tomorrow. Flush. betch @ 06:39 PM listening to tiny masters of today August 27, 2008 BETCH WAG KANG EMO. - God I was all bummed this morning because I thought my Walkman was dead--I put in new batteries and tried singing to it, to no avail; I had begun to come to terms with the loss and mentally prepared a Viking funeral. Mishee and Andy were asking if they were invited, and of course they were, I just had to write a decent obit and invite friends and family.
Too much fuss over a silly mp3 player, you say? I've had it for at least four years, and the only times anything ever got stolen from me (i.e. those two tragic incidents with my cellphones) were times when I wasn't using my Walkman (I like to think I look less stupid with earphones in my..erm, ears). My Walkman saved me from asphyxiating in classes, countless First Friday masses in high school, the horrors of commuting, and most importantly, from talking to people when I didn't want to.
I was composing an epic elegy in my head (because a Viking funeral isn't a Viking funeral without one,) when I dropped my Walkman. I tried to turn it on again, and lo!
my klutziness + gravity = LOVE.
I realized I never got around to properly naming my Walkman, and I figure I should give it a rough and tough name as a testament to all the abuse it had suffered. I'm thinking Lazarus. (I've been reading too much Plath lately.) betch @ 10:23 PM listening to campus - vampire weekend August 19, 2008 I ate half a box of Apple Rings today and I'm still constipated. With graduation photos only two weeks away, most people have been talking about their creative shots. I'm not totally looking forward to it because I take the WORST photos; my right cheek twitches when I have to stay still for more than five seconds, and I can only do three faces (happy, blowfish, and constipated). Which is why I want a to be sitting on a toilet for my creative shot. Or drinking out of it with a straw. Scratch that--I just want something toilet-related. Toilettoilettoilet.
I've been constipated the entire weekend, and since I gave AJ the last of my poopoo tea (because I love him and am supporting his whole lose-weight-so-I-can-go-be-all-malandi thing,) I can't poop. This is especially hard because I've been binge-eating lately (ask my blockmates, I always have baon and still buy lunch,) and now my tummy is as round and tight as a drum. Which might make the Parental Units think I'm pregnant (or lazy, I forget). I've tried high-fiber food, green leafy vegetables, I even snarfed down a bunch of Nesvita things and I can practically hear the water in my stomach sloshing around.
betch @ 07:29 PM listening to fruit machine - the ting tings August 11, 2008 Word diarrhea. Me: tae talk talaga tayo (nakanamanputs, ALLITERATION!!!)
I spent the last months writing essays and reports for school, which means they were crammed, boring, and most likely did not make any sense. I just realized how much I miss writing for the pure, sheer heck of it, for that blinking blip on the screen or that scratchy sound a pencil makes on paper.
My hands are cramping. betch @ 10:48 PM listening to doll's head - late isabel reading the tent - margaret atwood August 10, 2008 I've been saving my literary genius for the Great Filipino Novel (and other BS) After my imminent breakdown last summer (which ended with a very anti-climactic "Di mo naman trabaho maging writer," to which I responded, "Ay, shet, oo nga.") I've failed to write anything worth reading. (A quick scan of my past entries actually shows I've been writing an amazing amount of crap for the longest time (I love Tabulas because it's so inconspicuous); the fact that I can't even churn out one decently crappy entry means either I've grown dumber or I wasn't really as smart as I thought I was. (I prefer the former, because I can't deal with the idea of being wrong today.))
(About two weeks ago a security guard at CAS asked me if I had read the new policy which required students to wear their IDs inside the campus, and since I was late for class and really really needed to pee I nodded and said I would start doing that as soon as I can--until recently I've been using Donna's old ID. Like a lot of students I didn't like the ID policy but when I finally got around to reading the memo--which I pieced together from scraps a certain someone tore off the bulletin board--it wasn't really a big deal (for students, anyway). The third provision says "Students are reminded to wear their ID at all times when inside the campus." while the sixth one says "The members of the faculty and staff are also enjoined to wear their IDs at all times." The key words in both provisions are "reminded" and "enjoined". I hope believe the Dean is above pressing Shift + F7 when writing his memos, the use of two different terms had to mean something. I checked the dictionary: remind = to cause to remember, to put into mind, while enjoin = to direct or order. Students don't have to wear their IDs, but faculty and staff do. Apparently this policy was issued to improve security in UPM, but most of the guards were bitches (all that power-tripping most probably helped cause all that disapproval from students).)
Enough parenthesizing. The above paragraph is moot because apparently the ID policy was retracted, but I felt like mentioning the subject because I just read an e-mail about it. I don't understand why people would equate the ID policy to losing their freedom: if they exercised their "freedom" and consulted dictionaries in the first place, all this fuss would've been avoided and a tree would've been saved from being turned into a banner. Said e-mail ended with something that went along the lines of
ID policy = loss of freedom
You gotta admire how people can string things like that together.
Reigh was wrong: I AM dead inside.
More BS:
ETTE
First day.
a lance sealed our fates.
our mothers meeting. You
We were never very good at trying.
betch @ 10:19 PM listening to the jimmy choos - chester french |
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