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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 March 31, 2008 At which point Nikki takes out a ruler and measures my hair. For the umpteenth time: I need a haircut. Nikki got so sick of it that she grabbed a clump of my hair, measured it with a ruler, screamed "SIX INCHES PA LANG O!!!" repeatedly and threatened to shave my head. If I weren't an egghead I would've let her. In other news, it took two giant plastic bags to get rid off all the crap I've kept in my room ever since we moved nine years ago. It took me three days to clean it (mostly because I kept taking breaks to eat or pee or read stuff I wrote down on old notebooks or simultaneously do all three). I realized I always had great ideas for stories (I'm my biggest fan,) but I just always lacked follow-through. I found this scribbled in my highschool math notebook: "BETCH QUERIJERO: replete with an artist's psychoses minus all the talent." I'm not even concerned by my dwindling (non-existent) writing skills or by the fact that when I couldn't get a drawing right I just went online and Facebooked instead. (I'm too obsessed by the wisps of hair that stick to my nape whenever I sweat.) I want to go to a beach and stay there until June, but practicuum is ruining my last teenage summer. betch @ 09:20 PM listening to IDKAYBICTD - forever the sickest kids reading anansi boys - neil gaiman December 12, 2007 What I've learned so far. Before our first ever PS187 class Ting asked me (sans sexual innuendo) if I ever had Abaya before. I said no, I was an Abaya-virgin, and he told me to "get ready" or something to that effect, because Abaya was, well, Abaya. For one thing the man tends to wobble when he stands up and writes on the board, he knows what a blog is and if he tries hard enough, he may get to read this entry---in that case, hi sir! *wave wave pacute pacute*---he asks for analyses of political trends in 10 Southeast Asian countries and makes us write objective essays on "What I've Learned So Far". (Yes yes, I managed to finally get around to mentioning the entry title. Yay me.) I don't think I've ever been asked to just list down facts I picked up during class, and I guess it is an excellent way to find out who's paying attention and who's just eating popcorn. (Or oatmeal bars. Or pistachios. Or those precious precious Iced Gems.) I'm resorting to list-form because I've lost all ability to write (and think) coherently. What I've Learned So Far
betch @ 10:19 PM listening to plastic tree reading dance dance dance - haruki murakami October 29, 2007 Before anything else, help feed the hungry. (For the record, I do not look at porn. I am not being defensive.) I cannot write. I'd like to expound and bitch about my current dilemma, but I'm pretty sure the previous sentence sums everything up. betch @ 10:37 PM listening to don't know how to say goodbye - the pigeon detectives |
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