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Wednesday, June 18th, 2003
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11:42a - This-or-That Tuesday
June 17: Reading
1. Newspapers or magazines?
how's about neither? magazines, i suppose. newspapers depress me.
2. Books-on-tape or regular books?
regular books. books-on-tape are for senior citizens.
3. Paperback or hardcover?
hello? hardcover!
4. Fiction or non-fiction?
depends on the author, but generally, fiction.
5. Sci-Fi/Fantasy or romance novels?
oh please... Sci-Fi/Fantasy hands-down.
6. Borrow from library or buy books (either new or used)?
borrow from friends' libraries, heehee. and buy used books. like from that adorable little shop at the UP Shopping Center.
7. Subscribe to magazines or buy on newsstand?
buy on newsstand, but only if i have money to burn.
8. Current best-sellers or classic literature?
i don't really bother with bestsellers unless a friend whose literary tastes i trust recommends them.
9. Read books once, or re-read favorites every so often?
re-read favorites every so often. at the risk of sounding ridiculously Hallmark, it's like visiting old friends.
10. Here in the U.S., we have two hot best-sellers...former First Lady Hillary Clinton's memoirs, and the new Harry Potter book (coming out June 21). If you had to read one, which one...Hillary or Harry? Why?
duh? why would i want to bother with Hillary's angst over her husband's philandering? flying broomsticks win over cigars anytime.
current mood:  hungry
current music: Duncan Sheik tormenting me once more (comment on this)
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12:43p - let's get occult-y
I Am
Which tarot card are you?
Manifestation through will. Imagination, concentration, action. Spirit and Matter united.
A young man raises a doubly terminated wand in his right hand. The wand is held vertically, a tool for the unification of heaven and earth. His left index finger grounds this duality into creation drawing from the original chaos to bring into being the flowers of creation. His aura is shown as the horizontal figure eight, symbol of eternity, while about his waist is wrapped the serpen-cinture, the serpent devouring its own tail, another symbol of eternity. In front of him are the creator/magicians tools, wands, cups, swords and pentacles, symbolizing fire, water, air and earth.
look, twisted sister, pareho tayo. ehehehe.
current mood:  sleepy (comment on this)
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3:02p - Dream Boy Spike
just look at the innocence that was James Marsters as a high school student! i keep laughing over him as William the poet, reading verses to his mother. good lord.
doesn't he remind you of the hyper sensitive Brendan Fraser in Bedazzled??
in other news, my MA classes started last week. on Tuesdays i have the History of Philippine Cinema, 1-4 PM. it was originally slated to be taught by Nicanor Tiongson, and i imagined it would be very interesting because he's pretty major a figure in the arts. so i sit in class behind the dream boy who is my crush--let's call him Mr. Roadrunner--and await the beginning of the class. beside him sits his angsty female friend--let's call her the Janeane Garofalo Clone-- and beside me sits, unfortunately for me, plain Mr. Wrong, this classmate who's been hitting on me in what he thinks is a very subtle manner.
imagine my surprise when, instead of a venerable old sage, in comes my professor from Film 100! Grimace, as our class called him behind his back (Dianne, you remember that, don't ya?), explained that Prof. Tiongson would be unable to take our class, and so he was asked to take over. so fine, he reads the class list, comes across my name and interrogates me for a bit. he instructs us to watch the whole Manila Film Fest (ick). i figure, well, at least i know he's a fairly decent teacher. alrighty, i settle down for a semester with Grimace.
of course, what little joy i found in having Grimace as our teacher again rapidly disappeared when i saw Mr. Roadrunner walking hand in hand with the Janeane Garofalo Clone as though it were the most natural thing in the world. i trudged to quinnzap's house with heavy steps and a speeding jeep. "you don't walk hand in hand with people who are just your friends!" i lamented.
fast forward one week. imagine my surprise yesterday when Mr. Roadrunner told me that our teacher had been changed again! apparently, according to the schedule posted o the door of our room, our class had changed hands again, from Grimace to the torment i had been warned against... Dormiendo!
not that it was a miserable class. he was plenty amusing, but he had nothing constructive to say about Philippine cinema. and the things he said about Philippine films weren't exactly teaching us just how we were supposed to look at films.
the Janeane Garofalo Clone was thoroughly disgusted. while Mr. Roadrunner and i (he'd offered me the seat beside him, whee!) discussed the merit of Huling Birhen sa Lupa and other recent Philippine films, she sat slumped in her chair, occasionally bothering to contradict Dormiendo and then just giving up to his cynicism.
he was plenty amusing, and plenty cynical.
so afterwards, she declared, "he just talked for three hours about how bad the industry is! i'm not sitting through a semester of that!" and asked for a new schedule so that she could transfer to another class. "are you transferring too?" i asked Mr. Roadrunner. i had to keep from grinning like a Cheshire Cat when he shook his head.
whee! i have Mr. Roadrunner all to myself now! mwahahahahahahaha!
current mood:  silly
current music: Stonefree -- Listen (8 comments |comment on this)
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