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Posting this just because it reminds me of Jed and Aly who laughed so hard at me when I wrote on the wall: You really turn me on. xoxo

What? I was quoting his lyrics! Get your mind out of the gutter, you! :]

wake up, sleepy!

I ought to die.

Three days ago, I did this criminal act of falling asleep in the middle of a class. I know this post might sound so exaggerated, worse yet pointless, but really! –sleeping in class, for me, is dishonorable, and rude, and tactless, and I swear to the tortoise in Galapagos that I didn’t do it on purpose. It’s just that I didn’t sleep at all the night before hence when I came to class that day, I friggin’ looked like Frankenstein’s long lost daughter, devoid of life, and blood, and sleep, and gorgeousness. Half of me was struggling to keep my eyes open, while the other half was tempting me to slouch somewhere, anywhere –so I could just sleep, if not die a temporary death (temporary because I expected I should be back on my feet the next day, fully-charged).

It happened in my Psychology class. Our lesson was on Multiple Personality Disorder; since our professor was feeling a little under the weather that day, she decided to just put on a documentary rather than conduct the usual teacher-in-front lecture setup. I was listening attentively at first; I really was! I could even tell you that a younger Sally Field was mentioned in passing as she played Sybil, the girl with MPD. Then thirty minutes later, at around 12 noon, while the tape was still playing, our professor left the room. My eyes were already drooping that time and no amount of self-pinching would shake off my drowsiness. Hence I closed my eyes with a promise to myself that I would readily open them again the minute the professor walked back in to the room. The only problem was when I opened them again, to my horror, it was already 12:55! TWELVE FIFTY FIVE!!! Fuck the stupid, useless, good-for-nothing clock. Only five more minutes left before dismissal. To add to my embarrassment, I saw my prof looking at me from the front and I just knew that she knew that I knew that I slept on her! Dear me, it was so embarrassing I wanted to jump out of the window, if only it wasn’t barred. I slept on a professor, holy crap! –a professor who teaches capably and one with an MA and a PhD to go with it. No decent soul sleeps on a professor with such powerful titles. People like them just don’t spend half of their lives studying only to be slept on by their students.

I am horrible.
I am mean.
I am rude.
I am appalling.
I am nasty.
I am disrespectful.
I am bad-mannered.
I am crude.
I am tacky.
I am disappointing.

I was sleepy.
I slept.
I did not mean to.



I am sorry. :(

spread the love, spread the virus

It’s quite a humiliation that I am the one getting a sore throat this time. All week long, I’ve been the one to pester and annoy my friends (three of them with the common fever + sore throat) that they’ve been hit with the A(H1N1) bug. To irritate them even further, I’ve always been the first to put out the alcohol when they’re around and make it known to their faces that they’re virus-carriers and ought to be avoided. Haha.

Of course they’re not really with the swine flu. I’ve just been having the greatest kick out of them –-it’s what great friends do, nay? I aggravate them, they retaliate, and that’s where the fun starts. It’s simply about playful bickering; sometimes it gets physical (what with the batukan, paluan and all) but nothing ugly that would send any of us to the emergency room of the infirmary. We love each other too much to inflict permanent damage, I suppose. :))

Nevertheless, driving each other barmy is still a mutually pleasurable deal to us all. So, when they had the fever and sore throat to boot, and I got to tease them to no end, I thought I was winning. Wrong. Because now that it’s my turn to have a sore throat, it gave my friends the orgasmic bliss for having the opportunity to get even with me. Durrr. Now, they’re laughing at me! Those smug little witches! Epic fail on my part, oh boohoo.

They got the last say –-Ara, particularly, got the last say:

"nel. pagtatawanan kita pag nagkasakit ka dahil promotor ka din sa pagkakalat na may swine flu kame!"

Why, nasty bitch*, hmpp. I could only hope this won't progress to a full-bloom flu.

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*bitch, over time, has become some sort of endearment among us. Nothing offensive, I assure you. :))

by extension

I hate cryptic posts; yet here I am, doing exactly that. Does that mean I hate myself, too?

Of course not! :)

CRS rocked!

Okay, so here again is my customary post about my enrollment and CRS. I WAS LUCKY –so damn lucky I got all my necessary subjects during the first run – FIRST RUN, imagine! It never happened to me before! And for that, I have nothing but love for the CRS Team. I love you, guys. More than words can wield the matter, dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty… Whoops, getting a tad carried away there. But seriously, while everybody (including most of my friends) was on the edge of resorting to violence and bloodshed just so they could have their heart-desired subjects, I was simply there consoling them but not without the air of my splendid SMUGNESS. Now it’s my turn to be the consoler rather than the consoled –and I liked it a lot. Wooot!

You see, our CRS team is a rather vile thing. It feeds on the miseries of the students; and for the past three years, I was one of its top victims. Durrr. I used to suffer fatally from having only two subjects out of my required six, so more often than not, I wound up doing the manual enlistment, other times e-prerog, both of which requiring non-human endurance and a barrel of patience: endurance and patience which I used to lack but eventually managed to master because of repeated experiences like waiting in long killer lines and standing for long killer hours. This semester, however, CRS, to my immense pleasure, was on my side, giving me all 15 units in one go! Yeehaw. Gratitude, CRS! ;)

nothing of grave importance

I’m simply enjoying this laid back Sunday. The weather is perfect. I guess the best way to make the most out of a rainy day is when you’re just at home lazing around, watching a cheesy movie or a silly sitcom, and making a pig out of yourself. Sigh. Yeah, I’ve been doing a lot of that as of late so consider yourself warned because the next time we meet I’d probably be sporting excess fats everywhere. My friend, in one of his brutally honest moods, even declared me ‘fat & bloated’ though I told him afterward that ‘adorably plump’ would be a better, more preferable, less tacky description. No?

Speaking of plump, the other day I was watching Bridget Jones’ Diary, though it was hilarious in general, I still couldn’t help but cringe every time she’s represented as this brainless-pretending-to-be-brainy, sex-crazed, miserable singleton, smoker, and alcoholic whose trip was to parade around in her knickers while running after this aloof, overbearing yet exceptionally hot bloke. That somehow sent my indignation flaming because not every female is silly like Bridget. Although I admit I was impressed by Renee Zellweger. How the fuck did she do that looking so sickeningly glamorous despite the fats? She put the bulimic, insect-thin models of runways to shame, honestly! Durrr…

lalala

Sharing this adorable video with that adorable animation.
And the song --well, it's from THE BEATLES, need I say more?