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Don’t you just love the beach? I mean, I do know that sometimes it’s overrated and all. But then again, sometimes it’s just the most beautiful place to be. You know, kinda like you’re spending the best day of your life, even though it kinda sucks to be there at the exact moment. But whatever, you spend it as if you’ll never gonna be there ever again.
That trip to Matabungkay was a big blur. If you check out this entry, then you’ll know what I truly mean. But then again, at least my mind was clear for the start of the week.
It was a good week-starter really, that beach trip. I had time to myself; to taking lomographs and all sorts. I should consider this week as a quasi-Hell week because I had exams lined up for Tuesday (Human Sexuality), Wednesday (Biology 150), and Thursday (Bragh, Statistics). But you know me, I barely study at all.
For everyday that had an exam is an equivalent shenanigan. Tuesday was visiting Peter in Muntinlupa (and getting something-something from Francis). Wednesday was spending quality time with myself and a swirl of trippy images. Thursday was quality time with thy best friend.
But, let’s get things started first… On with Fugly Hairy Girl’s identity!
I just took my Biology 150 exam and I’m telling that has got to be one of the lulziest exams ever.
I for one did not study. Because you know, deep down inside I’m really really smart. Who studies anyway? I skim books, open them one by one, write lecture notes, stare at the teacher, and pretend that I’m super duper interested but in truth, I am abominantly bored.
Back to the exam. My Professor could be one of the nicest Professors ever in the history of UPLB. He gives such easy tests, he almost puts a perfect score on all my papers, and yes… he gives lulzy exams.
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So Heath Ledger is dead.
He’s not my favorite actor ever, but he did a lot of things to me. Not rape me or anything. He made awesome movies. I will nevar forget the moment how I wanted to be Heath Ledger singing at the bleachers in “10 Things I Hate About You.”
In other news, Oscar Season is here! And I am really really pushing for Juno to win every award that it was nominated in. Ellen Page should win for Best Actress. Johnny Depp for Best Actor. Oh, I don’t want to make predictions because the Oscars is always unpredictable. Like when Heath Ledger was nominated and they did not let him win even though he played an emotional homosexual cowboy.
I should be checking bees right now. Biology class entails us to check the life cycle of Bees. I hate it. Everytime a goddamn bee decides to drop down in my shirt, I always feel like Macaulay Culkin feigning those goddamn bees in My Girl. I’m afraid that I’m secretly allergic to them and they’d kill me like what they did to the prepubescent M. Culkin.
Oh well, goodbye for now.
All mourn for Heath Ledger and Brad Renfro. Nobody noticed Brad Renfro’s death. He was such an important actor for me. What he did in Sleepers and Apt Pupil was awesome. Sad deaths. Proves that if you’re gonna do drugs. Do something that is organic and grows on the ground. Not man-made pills.
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So I started downing a bottle of brandy and rhum at exactly 3PM yesterday. By 5PM, I was shitfaced. I watched Juno all over again because Ellen Page always manages to give me the biggest boners ever. (Of course, I shouldn’t be talking about that, but what the hell…)
Went downtown for Dinner at exactly 7PM. Yan was nice enough to accompany me while I acted like a shitfaced asshole. For some weird reason, Yan told me that I wanted to punch these kids who kept teasing me that I was drunk. If I weren’t so busy eating my Sizzling Sisig meal, I would’ve punched them.
After eating a whole sisig meal with two extra java rice, I started eating the famous Mer-nel’s Chocolate Cake. By 8PM, I was puking my way home. By 9PM, after a quasi-guitar learning session with myself (yes, I’m starting to learn how to play the guitar), I was fast asleep.
I woke up at around 3am, because I wanted to study for my Human Sexuality exam. You know, that beautiful course that I’m taking where we study Vaginas and the exact location of the clitoris (now this is education! Not numbers and historical details.). But apparently, Kim is having a house party.
There were 5 ComArts students inside our house downing gin plus orange juice. Which made me thirsty. So instead of waking up at 3AM to study, I woke up at 3AM to drink more. I will pretty much win the Best Model Student of the Year come the end of this semester.
So we started playing a game…
More of a prank calling game, really.
Yesterday’s field trip to Matabungkay was a fucking waste of time.
You know how the bus rides are the most fun part of field trips instead of the trip itself? Well, t’was my first time to encounter the complete opposite.
Let’s look at the facts:
1. I seriously have no friends in my Bio150 class.
2. I seriously “loathe” lower batches who act like they own the universe.
3. I am seriously a snob.
I don’t know anyone from the entire class, because you know I’m a DevCom student taking a technical course which doesn’t really do anything to my desired outcome in life. That Jonah Hill monologue about Home Economics class in Superbad? Well, imagine me doing that all over my head over and over again.
Most of the students of this god forsaken course are either Biology or Human Ecology majors. Some are Development Communicators, and some are lulzy motherfuckers.
Anyway, the only “friends” that I consider from my class are my groupmates. We’re actually the laziest group in laboratory because we can’t seem to finish anything right. We’re either gifted with bad eyes to be used with the microscope, or we’re just plain bored with the entire subject.
These “friends” that I consider, fucking lulzy motherfuckers, strayed away from me while boarding the bus and I ended up in the bus filled with ‘06 Biology students. Because no one dared to sit in the back row, I decided that I should sit there and do my own thing (which is mainly, sulk). But then again, here comes an entire block of Biology students reserving each other seats and stuff. There’s this chick who gave me “the look” almost as if she wanted to throw me out of the bus. I swear to god, if I had a knife, I’d stab that bitch’s eyes.
But here’s the kicker…
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I am truly in love with Sigur Rós. It’s weird how their songs are uplifting and happy, but since it’s gibberish and Icelandic, you pretty much have to fill in the blanks for you to get the sense of their music. The fact that it’s gibberish allows one to put their chosen emotion to the music.
Francis told me that the first time he heard Sigur Rós, he felt like crying. I, on the other hand cried insanely the first time I heard Sigur Rós alone. Ágætis Byrjun, which roughly translates to An Alright Start is all about finding someone new, and sharing wonderful moments with that someone. Fuck it, when I listened to it without even knowing what the lyrics meant, I became filled with random emotions that even I could not explain.
Anyway, if I were you just grab all their albums and make your own interpretations about their songs. It’s a fun thing to do, I swear.
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Today, mom woke me up and asked me to accompany her. Apparently, our weekly remittance arrived and we’re in dire need of moolah. Good papa always gets the correct timing. After 15 minutes in that scary old building in Ortigas, we’re suddenly loaded. Mom went on and bought us two Pizzas and did her shopping at a Garage sale over at Greenhills. I didn’t buy anything… I had other plans.
It seemed that we’re off to visit our relatives at Sta. Ana. That means, I’ll get to visit Quiapo since it’s just one jeep away. Hooray! Mom gave me some cash and then I was off to the ever-so majestic place called Quiapo.
My batteries went dead upon arriving at Quiapo-Quiapo, hence I forgot to text Tomi or even someone from Lomomanila. Tomi went to Quiapo to buy some cymbals, and there’s a Newbie Photo Op with various dudes from Lomomanila. So, I walked like a chimpanzee around the vicinity of Quiapo.
First stop: Quiapo-Quiapo.
Took a couple of el cheapo DBDs with me. Juno, a live-action Ben 10 for my brothers, Rocket Science, The Nines, Atonement, oh and a really really good copy of Across The Universe. Over at the HMV stalls, I managed to grab Clerks. 1 and 2, the dudes won’t let me buy Clerks. only, so I bought Clerks 2 again. Also grabbed some copies of Persepolis, 4 months 3 weeks 2 days, Lust Caution, and Paris, Je’taime. Woah, it’s as if I’m having a Cinemanila Film Festival right in the comfort of my own apartment.
Oh yeah, I also grabbed the new Justin Timberlake, Nelly Furtado, and Mariah Carey concerts. They’re 3 for 100 and I’m a sucker for faggy pop music. Sue me.
Second Stop: Hidalgo
Since I started with my stint at lomography, Hidalgo suddenly became a magical place. Before, I used to just pass by it so I could reach Good Earth Plaza. But now, I enter almost every shop looking for inexpensive toy cameras and expired films.
Seems like today was a good day for inexpensive toy cameras and expired films.
Meet my new lomobabies… Teh Cunting Daughters. Cunting Daughter No. 1 and Cunting Daughter No. 2.
Cunting Daughter No. 1 (left) and Cunting Daughter No. 2 (right)
Since these 28mm Vivitar cameras (San Miguel Beer edition) costs 50 pesos each, I decided to buy two. I also heard they’re flimsy and easily destructible. So, if Cunting Daughter No. 1 fucks up, I’ll have Cunting Daughter No. 2 with me. Or vice versa.
Inexpensive Toy Camera. Check! Now… for expired films.
I asked the lady from One-Ten (where I got the cheap toy cameras) for some expired rolls, but alas she said that a horde of newbies from the Lomomanila Newbie Photo Op already beaten me into those wonderful expired rolls. Epic Fail.
But you know, there’s always Megacolors. So I ran towards it, and there they were; hundreds and hundreds of expired Fuji Superias. 20 pesos for 24 shots, and 25 pesos for 36 shots. Since I heard these San Miguel Vivs would work best (and live longer) if you used 24 shots instead of 36 shots, I bought 5 rolls of each exposures. 5 for teh Cunting Daughters and another 5 for my Holga (whose arrival, I anxiously await).
FILMS! Glorious Films!
Used a roll of expired film for Cunting Daughter No. 1 and went on to shoot without thinking around Quiapo and on my way home. Awesome. I have yet to see the results. I did mostly drive-by shootings while riding in the front seat of the fleeting jeepney.
And so, here I am. Today was generally “write film reviews” day but then again, you’ll never know when your mom would wake you up and bring you along with her on a riotous journey towards the infinite abyss. Okay, I’m exaggerating.
Field trip approximately starts in 6 hours. I’m not yet packed, nor have I slept. I’ll sleep on the bus. If not, I’ll read Gossip Girl. I’ll treat the entire trip to the beach as one big Lomographic moment. I’ll bring along Cunting Daughter No. 1 and Crowe. This’ll be fun. Plus, my mom’s cooking adobo for tomorrow. And I secretly stashed the Mountain Dew bottle with some Vodka.
This’ll be awesome.
As Sigur Rós always say in Hopelandic/Icelandic: Við Lifðum Í Öðrum Heimi. Þar Sem Vorum Aldrei Ósýnileg. Translation? Make your own. (Well, fine. It actually means “We lived in another world where we were never invisible.“)
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I felt shitty all week long.
If you mix last weekend’s exhaustion galore, two huge bottles of gin, endless litro-pack sachets of Tang Lemonade, 5 packs of cigarettes, shitty sunny-rainy weather, and iPod fucktardness… it would probably result to this week.
There’s the pressure of coming to class, which at this point, I still felt like it was Christmas vacation. Then there’s the pressure of finding a new housemate, because Mike left us (which means bigger percentage of rent, water, and electricity bills). The pressure of seeing your stash slowly depreciating, and then going up in smoke. The pressure of added workload for the Mass Media Writing Class. And last, the pressure of the looming field trip.
But then again, you get a few gems like finally having a friend’s night out with Reg, Nica, Den, Mico, Jin, and PJ after god knows how long. Or how your new blocmates constantly sending group messages to your phone exclaiming how they can’t wait for our bloc dinner. And then there’s your weekly night out with your best friend. Oh well…
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Quasi-depression
I’ve been pretty quiet these past few days. Semi-depression kicked in earlier within the week which hindered my blogging abilities. Quasi-depression and blogging doesn’t go well hand-in-hand for me. I’ve been in that situation before, blogging and depression. It never works well for me
For some weird reason, most of my classes this week was either (A) cancelled or (B) boring. All classes somehow falls on (B), but then again there are a few gems. Maybe, because of the loooong vacation, my mind shut off even though it was already time to be switched on.
Suffice it to say, the week passed by in a so-so manner. It was like a knife burrowing slowly but surely down your spine, as if someone is making sure that you die a painful death. Never attended my DEVC 11 class. Made myself absent on one Stat 1 meeting. Blah, blah, blah.
