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Thursday, June 19th, 2003
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12:21p - absences
so yesterday i rush to class. i leave CSB at 4:30, praying that i make it to UP at least before 5:30. i get on the trains. i fall asleep on the MRT. i vaguely remember the train stopping at the Ayala station, and then when i next look out the window, we're already approaching the Cubao station. "must stay awake..." only to fall asleep minutes later.
when once more i open my eyes, the train is just leaving the GMA-Kamuning station. a digression, if you'll permit (and if you don't, stop reading my blog, dammit): why the hell is that damn station called Kamuning when it's closer to Timog Ave.?? if they wanted a Kamuning station, they should have built the damn thing closer to Kamuning Road! idiots.
back to my MA class... as the train leaves the un-aptly named GMA-Kamuning station, i convince myself to keep awake. by the time the train stopped at the Quezon Ave. station, i was satisfactorily awake and consequently grumpy. and it was already 5. my class was from 5-8.
i get off the train and on to a jeep bound for the UP campus. because of the location of the College of Mass Communication, it is more appropriate for me to get down at Quezon Hall and walk rather than to wait for the jeep to explore the whole campus before stopping at a nearer spot.
and so i walk.
when i finally arrive (and i thank the powers that be that it is not sunny, but cloudy and breezy), i see a classmate sitting on a bench beneath the walkway that connects the two buildings of CMC. "you're late," she tells me. i can't even remember her name.
"wala tayong class," she adds.
great. i sit and catch my breath while my brain proccesses what she just said. so i rushed all the way from Taft for nothing. crap.
so off i go to the market of sin, the Shopping Center, to return the crappy smut film i'd borrowed, Bahid (starring Assunta DeRossi, Dina Bonnevie, Eddie Garcia and Diether--how the hell do you spell that anyway??--Ocampo). of course, as soon as i get down from the jeep and start walking towards the building, who else do i see but Rex, a friend to the Evil Ex, who is better known in some circles as The Fiend and Whatshisface, walking with his girlfriend, Fritzie. a debate rages in my head, "do i greet them? why should i? why shouldn't i? i'm hot. they can tell Evil Ex of my hotness. but i feel like crap. but why shouldn't i? but why should i? what if he doesn't even remember me? but what the hell have i got to lose? i've lost the guy already anyway." okay, so i figured, what the hell.
i walk into the video shop. of course it is my fate--they walk in too. "hey, Rex," i say. he turns to me and says, "uy, hi," and then turns back to Fritzie, who gives me an evil glare. i remember now she never seemed to like me, and i never understood why.
i don't think the guy even remembers me. vunderful. i greet a guy who doesn't even remember me, and so he probably won't even think to tell Evil Ex that he saw me and i was really hot. crap. crap. crapcrapcrap.
oh well. such is life. pwe.
hemingways, i return the useless smut, borrow the anime film, Metropolis, and proceed to one of those food stores to get a drink. as i step out of the store and towards the exit, guess what? the rains pours. no, it doesn't pour, it descends like black night. vunderful. so i am trapped at the SC and risk running once more into amnesiac Rex and antagonistic Fritzie. crap.
i take solace in the bookshop, which, according to lady_pain, is called Charisma (the one which sells the Bob Marley T-shirts, if you still don't know which one i'm talking about). i've been there so many times and bought so many books that the woman who tends the store already knows me. hmm, so why do i still not get discounted prices??
the rain subsides, but the traffic is horrific. so despite lack of class, i still don't make it home till almost 8. again, vunderful. to comfort me, i watch an epidosde of CSI Season One on Studio 23 at 8PM, and an episode of the current season on AXN at 9PM. fun fun. whee. :D
and i was asleep by 10 or was it 10:30? unusual.
of course, when i wake up this morning i'm still groggy. i realize now why i was so lethargic yesterday morning on my way to work: i forgot to have coffee. i didn't realize i was already caffeine dependent.
crap.
have a nice day.
current mood:  thirsty
current music: Duncan Sheik tormenting me once more (4 comments |comment on this)
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1:25p - MEN & WOMEN
how true would you say the following claims are?
1. Tests have shown that women rate 3% higher in general intelligence than men, although their brain size is smaller.
2. Women are walking radar detectors. That is why men have difficulty lying to women. Their brains have the ability to integrate and decipher verbal, visual and other signals of body language. Hence women will always be safe when faking an orgasm.
3. Women want lots of sex with the men they love. Men just want lots of sex.
--nyahahahahahahaha!
4. When men flirt, they will lower their pitch of voice. Women will raise theirs.
--i don't. ;)
5. Women talk and think aloud while men do them silently. As a result, men think women talk too much and are nags.
6. Women talk about their problems as a way of relieving stress. They want to be heard, not fixed by being offered advice and solutions.
7. Speech and words are not a specific brain skill for men. They find it hard to express themselves. That's why they often choose greeting cards with plenty of words inside. That way, there's less space for them to write.
8. Women leave men, not because they are unhappy with what he can provide, but because they are emotionally unfulfilled.
--woman: "I'm leaving you now, Rick..."
man: "But why? I mean, was the sex so bad? You want to do it somewhere else?"
woman: "Oh, the sex was fantastic... mmm... ooh... no, but really... i must leave you..."
man: "But Ilsa, why? Tell me, why why why?"
woman: "Rick, I must tell you..."
man: "Is it because you're secretly married to a leader of the resistance? Is that it? And I can't meet your standards because I'm just a bar owner with a black pianist as a sidekick? Is that why you're leaving me? I'm not man enough for you?"
woman: "Oh Rick... I can't stand it anymore! I'm not emotionally fulfillled!"
man: "Oh. Is that all? Shit. Okay, let me find some blond who drinks like a fish. There's one girl my bartender has the hots for. Except I think the local police chief is already banging her... dang. Oh well, she's in love with me anyway..."
woman: "Rick! I am ashamed. Is that all you men think of? How could you? I haven't even really left yet..."
man: "What? You said you wanted to go. Go! Nag."
woman: "So it was just sex?"
man: "Pretty much. Yeah."
woman: "You used me!"
man: "Uh, yeah?"
9. Women use an average of 20,000 communication words, sounds, and gestures a day. Men only use about 7,000.
--woman: "So my day went like this... blah blah blah... (blah blah blah)."
man: "Yeah, that's great. (while reading the paper)"
10. So if a woman is talking to you a lot, she likes you. But if she's not talking, you're in trouble.
--man: (nervously) "Honey, is anything wrong?"
woman: (glares back without a word)
man: "So is that a no?"
11. Men are more thick-skinned than women. Literally. Which explains why women have more wrinkles than men. Boys lose their sensitivity to touch by the time they reach puberty. So where does all that sensitivity go? It all goes to just one area.
--gee, i wonder which one that is?
12. If a woman is unhappy in her relationship, she can't concentrate on her work. If a man is unhappy at work, he can't focus on his relationship.
13. Men can only do one thing at a time. When they stop their car to read a street directory, they have to turn down the radio. Women's brains are configured for multi-tasking performance. They can talk on the phone, watch the TV and cook at the same time.
14. Most men get a brain hemorrhage after 20 minutes of clothes shopping.
--weak! men are weeeeak!
15. When it comes to sex, women need a reason; men need a place.
16. 15% to 20% of men have feminized brains. About 10% of women have masculine brains. So there are more gays than lesbians in the world.
--this is supposed to be encouraging? oh right, it's the truth! i forget. the truth hurts and all that shit. crap.
17. Most women prefer sex with the lights off because they can't bear to see a man enjoying himself. Men like the lights on - so they can get the woman's name right.
--assuming he's the sort of guy who gets laid that often. ha.
current mood:  amused (comment on this)
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1:43p - a song
Listen
Stonefree
Close the door
I feel a breeze hold me please
I hate to be alone
It’s a cold night, turn off the light
Come take my hand and
Listen
To the things I have to say
Please understand
She left me all alone again
Clear the room
Of every memory
I don’t want that song back on
It’s an endless maze
Take away this haze
Please mend my heart and
Listen
To these things I have to say
Please understand
She left me all alone again
Listen
To these things I have to say
Please understand
She left me all alone again
Turn away
Don’t want you to see me cry
I just want things the way they were
It’s so hard to say goodbye
Wipe my tears and
Listen
To these things I have to say
Please understand
She left me all alone again
This I ask of you
Please stay with me
Until she comes back
Till she comes
Till she comes back
Till she comes
Till she comes back
Till she comes back
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3:04p
so it begins...
when i saw The Matrix in 1999, i was stunned. there hadn't been all that much hype to advertise it, although i was intrigued by the site url, www.whatisthematrix.com. it served its purpose: it sparked curiosity. that curiosity earned the Wachowski brothers plenty big bucks, mentions in academic film and philosophy discussions, and a place in practically every Gen-Xer's top ten film list.
as for myself, like i said, i was stunned. the action sequences, the special effects, the outfits, the whole mind-boggling, flabbergast-inducing, gut-wrenching, jaw-dropping mind bend of it all.
which is why, i suppose, The Matrix Reloaded is such a disappointment.
don't get me wrong: i love the fight sequences, especially the one in the courtyard, the brawl between Neo and Agent Smith Many-Me. and the costumes, the animation, they all blew me away.
but there were little things that disappointed me. the script could have been better written. there were scenes where i actually fell asleep.
as all-encompassing as the Wachowskis' vision may have been, this film didn't consume me as the first one did. the first one had us all thinking, "holy shit, maybe we really are just plugged in to a PC somewhere! holy shit!" and "there is no spoon. there is no class. there is no teacher..." and all that.
the first one had us all sporting nifty shades and leather jackets or at least sleek black outfits. the first one had us all, well, awed.
and this one, well, hehe.
i watch for continuity.
but at least it's spawned all these discussions on so many things. at least it's led people to use their brains again. and that's good.
see Zion Mainframe. it's fun.
current mood:  apathetic
current music: fiona apple (comment on this)
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