Yesterday, Louie asked, "Smart ka 'no?" I thought he meant the adjective so I respond with a noncommital "Mmmmm." And somebody in the background pipes up ("Ayaw sabihin o."). Louie repeats the question and my torpid brain finally catches on... "Ah. Uh, oo." Aaay, how slow. Now, if I were sharper I would've responded with a coy smile and a snappy, "Both!" I rrrreeallly should acquire verbal-riposte skills.
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Marvin tells me I may be a player. Is that true? And do I somehow know it? Is that the reason I am typically aloof --- bordering on unfriendly --- because I don't want to be so?
Hahahahaha.
Sigh. Rotten-Woody feelings are still cropping up now and then.
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I am rapidly, rapidly becoming a big Naruto fan. It's like Harry Potter, only BETTER! I swear! Well, if you were into martial arts and all that. I just love the characters. They grow on you... and I wish Sasuke could be saved. But the arc of his personal tragedy demands no less than an equally tragic ending. He will probably redeem himself, Vader-like, at the end, but it will cost him his life. It's so sad.
Ah, how I love my boys tragic.
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Now, that's what's wrong with me right there.
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Good things in my life right now: My UP friends, my siblings, Naruto and the occasional cheer-upper from school, work and living in the real world. Other good things I want: time for gym / dance classes / artsy stuff, finishing my masters and travelling to Europe.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Saturday, December 02, 2006
One Last
I know I promised not to talk about this anymore, but I just need to get this off my chest.
I feel like a cast-off friend. Think Toy Story, except I'm not Woody. I mean Woody was precious and important and he rocked.
...
I feel like a cast-off friend. Think Toy Story, except I'm not Woody. I mean Woody was precious and important and he rocked.
...
Monday, November 13, 2006
Hard to Port
Or in Filipino, biglang kabig sa kaliwa.
It starts today.
The life.
The fight.
The celebration.
And what this blog was supposed to be all about.
I've had enough of myself.
It starts today.
The life.
The fight.
The celebration.
And what this blog was supposed to be all about.
I've had enough of myself.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Betwixt and Between, Celebrations and Daring-do
I have a new favorite winning scene: Full Metal Panic TSR's last episode, when Sousuke delivers the final blow that just trounces the enemy. Loved the way the music and his words come together:
"I am a student of Tokyo Jindai Municipal High School. Second year, class four. Student number 41. I am in charge of taking out the garbage and recycling. And my name is SOUSUKE!"
Okay, it's not really obvious for the uninitiated why those lines are funny-great :) You simply have to have watched the series.
And I love how his team just stared, thunderstruck, at how he beat the enemy.
This is how it looked after. That trench behind that gray mecha? That used to be the bad guy.
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In other news, I'm enlisting in a neuropsychological assessment class. Continuing to expand my field of experience. Translation: I'm checking out if clinical work is for me. I need to know this. So, Jon Ray, looks like I'm going the stupid way and listening to my heart.
Let's see how it all turns out.
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**** is offering me a post in the **. It's a strange coincidence. Best left talked about in person though. It seems a little insensitive to write it down for everyone to see.
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This is the most disjointed blogpost ever, isn't it?
"I am a student of Tokyo Jindai Municipal High School. Second year, class four. Student number 41. I am in charge of taking out the garbage and recycling. And my name is SOUSUKE!"
Okay, it's not really obvious for the uninitiated why those lines are funny-great :) You simply have to have watched the series.
And I love how his team just stared, thunderstruck, at how he beat the enemy.
This is how it looked after. That trench behind that gray mecha? That used to be the bad guy.
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In other news, I'm enlisting in a neuropsychological assessment class. Continuing to expand my field of experience. Translation: I'm checking out if clinical work is for me. I need to know this. So, Jon Ray, looks like I'm going the stupid way and listening to my heart.
Let's see how it all turns out.
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**** is offering me a post in the **. It's a strange coincidence. Best left talked about in person though. It seems a little insensitive to write it down for everyone to see.
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This is the most disjointed blogpost ever, isn't it?
Saturday, October 28, 2006
I'm Gonna Find Another You
... or not. (That's a John Mayer song title up there. Are you proud?)
...
... I don't know where to start.
There are days when I'm ok. And there are days when I am not. Today is one of the 'not days.'
I knew back then that quitting was the only thing about us I could control, so I went down that road. I was afraid that it would only end up in heartbreak for me to wait for you to make up your mind. So of course I end up heartbroken anyway and 5 months after that night, I'm still crying.
...
I'm such an idiot. How could you ever like a tanuki when you've always been surrounded by swans? And "carabaos"?
...
... I don't know where to start.
There are days when I'm ok. And there are days when I am not. Today is one of the 'not days.'
I knew back then that quitting was the only thing about us I could control, so I went down that road. I was afraid that it would only end up in heartbreak for me to wait for you to make up your mind. So of course I end up heartbroken anyway and 5 months after that night, I'm still crying.
...
I'm such an idiot. How could you ever like a tanuki when you've always been surrounded by swans? And "carabaos"?
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Friday, October 06, 2006
The Thief
Remember the mental ice cream I bought? Well turns out the Newberry Honor book was great: Megan Whalen Turner's 'The Thief' series. The Thief, The Queen of Attolia, and The King of Attolia. My heart has been stolen!
The setting is pseudo ancient Greece, in an alternate sort of planet Earth. There is no electricity, and the heliocentric theory is still fairly new, but watches and guns are already in use. The stories revolve around a boy (we don't know how old he is, at the start probably 14-16 years old) named Eugenides. The first book opens with him in prison, for boasting that he can steal anything... even the King's seal. For this, he is thrown in jail (both for the bragging and the actual stealing). And then one night, the king's adviser approaches him with an offer he can't possibly refuse.
And so the story unfolds, with Gen narrating from a first-person-point-of-view, and we are treated to his sharp-eyed observations, acerbic opinions, and often irreverent sense of humor about everything that goes on around him. He is a surprisingly engaging character; at first I had my doubts as to whether I would like the book, but I ended up finishing it a few hours after I got past the initial slowness of the first few pages. Because I was seeing events through Gen's eyes, and he's a very entertaining narrator.
In fact, Gen's narration is one of the more ingenious narrative devices I've come across in a long time. Although we read the story from a first-person-point-of-view, the author successfully skirts around the question of who Gen really is (oh drat, now I've blown the cover) without appearing to hide anything in particular. And so the final surprise, the final twist to the plot at the end is both wholly unsuspected and yet not wholly surprising either. We know there is something more to Gen; we just didn't know how much more.
So I suggest for those of you out there who like reading 'kids' books,' to read this one. The 1996 Newberry Honor award recipient: The Thief. And for sheer pleasure, move on to the two sequels: The Queen of Attolia, and The King of Attolia. The series doesn't look to be over; which is a good thing, except that I would probably have to wait another 4-6 years before I see the next story. The gap between books is about that long. Sigh.
Go! Go! Go! Read!
The setting is pseudo ancient Greece, in an alternate sort of planet Earth. There is no electricity, and the heliocentric theory is still fairly new, but watches and guns are already in use. The stories revolve around a boy (we don't know how old he is, at the start probably 14-16 years old) named Eugenides. The first book opens with him in prison, for boasting that he can steal anything... even the King's seal. For this, he is thrown in jail (both for the bragging and the actual stealing). And then one night, the king's adviser approaches him with an offer he can't possibly refuse.
And so the story unfolds, with Gen narrating from a first-person-point-of-view, and we are treated to his sharp-eyed observations, acerbic opinions, and often irreverent sense of humor about everything that goes on around him. He is a surprisingly engaging character; at first I had my doubts as to whether I would like the book, but I ended up finishing it a few hours after I got past the initial slowness of the first few pages. Because I was seeing events through Gen's eyes, and he's a very entertaining narrator.
In fact, Gen's narration is one of the more ingenious narrative devices I've come across in a long time. Although we read the story from a first-person-point-of-view, the author successfully skirts around the question of who Gen really is (oh drat, now I've blown the cover) without appearing to hide anything in particular. And so the final surprise, the final twist to the plot at the end is both wholly unsuspected and yet not wholly surprising either. We know there is something more to Gen; we just didn't know how much more.
So I suggest for those of you out there who like reading 'kids' books,' to read this one. The 1996 Newberry Honor award recipient: The Thief. And for sheer pleasure, move on to the two sequels: The Queen of Attolia, and The King of Attolia. The series doesn't look to be over; which is a good thing, except that I would probably have to wait another 4-6 years before I see the next story. The gap between books is about that long. Sigh.
Go! Go! Go! Read!
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
If It Would Hurt This Much...
... then why did we have to meet? --- Kagome, in tears
I thought Inuyasha and Kagome's romance had lost the power to reach me.
I guess not. Must be of a piece with everything else that's happened.
Maybe it's the feeling of being second-best. Maybe it's the feeling of never being enough. Maybe it's the knowing that no matter how much you might love someone, that you will never be first in their heart because that place is already taken...
Their story is simple, sweet, maybe even childish. But occasionally, I still find it wrenching.
I thought Inuyasha and Kagome's romance had lost the power to reach me.
I guess not. Must be of a piece with everything else that's happened.
Maybe it's the feeling of being second-best. Maybe it's the feeling of never being enough. Maybe it's the knowing that no matter how much you might love someone, that you will never be first in their heart because that place is already taken...
Their story is simple, sweet, maybe even childish. But occasionally, I still find it wrenching.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
"Someday I Will Love Somebody...
...who will not expect me to save the world..." --- Andrew Wiggin, THE Speaker for the Dead
Highlights of the week:
1. Monday: Worked like a horse.
2. Tuesday: Skipped class. To continue working like a horse.
3. Wednesday: Went home early. To work like a horse at home. But I couldn't solve my systems of equations. Boohoo.
4. Thursday: Mad scramble to finish the work I've been working like a horse on. We print a draft copy for the VP to see. I go off to class, with my unfinished homework. The prof kindly agrees to give an extension. Thank God for small miracles.
5. Friday: My outfit for the day was a hit. With a motley of comments ranging from: "Nakakamangha!" --- from Janet, to "Ang sexy naman!" --- from, well, various people, to "Lady'ng lady" --- from Mark, and the funniest, "Parang gusto kong pumalakpak!" --- from Rex.
On the other hand.... the work I cut class for? The VP basically didnt like how we (ahem, I, ako nga pala mostly ang responsible dun) had organized the report. But we submitted to the client anyway, and will probably be submitting another one more to the VP's liking.
So yeah, despite the dress comments, I'm broken-hearted.
Bought 2 pocketbooks (1 Newberry Honor book and its sequel), 'coz I couldn't get the pedicure I wanted. I needed some kind of mental ice cream.
6. Saturday: Attended an HRD seminar for the pet project. I'll blog about that separately, or not, depending on my mood. And I miss you. I'm depressed about the fact that I do. Lately I've been crying the tears I didn't cry the night I decided to quit you. I thought time and distance would dull the ache. It only seems to have poetically magnified it.
So yeah, I'm broken-hearted.
Bought another pocketbook (by Barbara Hambly). Trying to rekindle my love affair with books.
But I feel generally wan.
At least, ear-tweak has put up a scan of "A merciful heart."
Highlights of the week:
1. Monday: Worked like a horse.
2. Tuesday: Skipped class. To continue working like a horse.
3. Wednesday: Went home early. To work like a horse at home. But I couldn't solve my systems of equations. Boohoo.
4. Thursday: Mad scramble to finish the work I've been working like a horse on. We print a draft copy for the VP to see. I go off to class, with my unfinished homework. The prof kindly agrees to give an extension. Thank God for small miracles.
5. Friday: My outfit for the day was a hit. With a motley of comments ranging from: "Nakakamangha!" --- from Janet, to "Ang sexy naman!" --- from, well, various people, to "Lady'ng lady" --- from Mark, and the funniest, "Parang gusto kong pumalakpak!" --- from Rex.
On the other hand.... the work I cut class for? The VP basically didnt like how we (ahem, I, ako nga pala mostly ang responsible dun) had organized the report. But we submitted to the client anyway, and will probably be submitting another one more to the VP's liking.
So yeah, despite the dress comments, I'm broken-hearted.
Bought 2 pocketbooks (1 Newberry Honor book and its sequel), 'coz I couldn't get the pedicure I wanted. I needed some kind of mental ice cream.
6. Saturday: Attended an HRD seminar for the pet project. I'll blog about that separately, or not, depending on my mood. And I miss you. I'm depressed about the fact that I do. Lately I've been crying the tears I didn't cry the night I decided to quit you. I thought time and distance would dull the ache. It only seems to have poetically magnified it.
So yeah, I'm broken-hearted.
Bought another pocketbook (by Barbara Hambly). Trying to rekindle my love affair with books.
But I feel generally wan.
At least, ear-tweak has put up a scan of "A merciful heart."
"What a strange way in which to resemble his father."
Friday, September 08, 2006
I May Never Come This Way Again
Paul was finally able to upload the 274 (Cognitive Psychology) class picture. I've really been looking forward to having a copy of it. I'm not sure why. It was a good way to end the class.
And... the CEM Anniversary (embarrassing) pictures. (sheepish grin) The theme was Sayaw! And our department got assigned the 60's decade.
And for that effort, we won first place :) The prize money, we've spent on Crispy Pata, Sinigang na Salmon sa Mison, Ensaladang Talong, and Pinakbet from Kamayan. And there's still left-over for some ice-cream some other day. Yeah! Winner talaga. Hahahaha.
And I thought this picture was a good way to end this blog.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Seryoso?
| You Should Be a Romance Novelist |
 You see the world as it should be, and this goes double for all matters of the heart. You can find the romance in any situation, and you would make a talented romance story writer... And while you may be a traditional romantic, you're just as likely to be drawn to quirky or dark love stories. As long as it deals with infatuation, heartbreak, and soulmates - you could write it. |
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
And the Diamond-hard Hardness of His Heart Was Transfigured into Light
... That's 2 lines in a row now from the same author! Barbara Hambly rocks.
To know more is to love more. At least that is how it is with me. The more I know about something, or someone, the more I love them. Or the more I love, the more I love. >The harder the fall, the harder the fall? Hahahaha<. I'm saying this now because I'm beginning to realize I'm not so unteachable when it comes to music. And that the more I know, the more fun it is to know more. Right now I know that Phil Collins wasn't the first to do "You can't hurry love." Yes. Let's celebrate my small achievements. And I like Bamboo just because. I like the way they sound.
To know more is to love more. At least that is how it is with me. The more I know about something, or someone, the more I love them. Or the more I love, the more I love. >The harder the fall, the harder the fall? Hahahaha<. I'm saying this now because I'm beginning to realize I'm not so unteachable when it comes to music. And that the more I know, the more fun it is to know more. Right now I know that Phil Collins wasn't the first to do "You can't hurry love." Yes. Let's celebrate my small achievements. And I like Bamboo just because. I like the way they sound.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Shattering into a Thousand Green Jangling Pieces
My body is going into self-destruct. Or shut-down safety mode. I am constantly tired and sleepy, and my eyes if they don't get better may need an operation. Hopefully the antibiotic will work.
I had my sister drop the medicine into my eye. I was supposed to look up as she squeezes a drop in, look down, and without squeezing my eyes shut, swish my eyeballs around to spread the medicine. I was moving my eyeballs in a clockwise direction, while Rudd was making counterclockwise movements with her finger.
Dammit!
"Hey, you're making me dizzy!"
And she starts snorting in hilarity.
Harhar.
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He caught my eye the first time I saw him. Now he has grown in power and is coming into his father's heritage: compassion for those without the power to defend themselves. I knew there was more to him than just a pretty face.
So now it's confirmed. I LOVE SESSHOMARU-SAMA!
Scanlation! Scanlation! Scanlation!
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Interior design is not as fun as it seems. We had the pet project office walls repainted and it took us about an hour (or more) to reach a consensus on wall color choice. Gahhh. The floor tiles would be even harder. But it's gratifying to see the paint job done well and on time. Now the walls don't have mysterious, ugly, sooty handprints.
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I have this classmate in statistics class who is such a sweetheart. I bet he has dozens of older sisters. It's my pet theory. Maybe I should ask him next week.
Oh, why do I think he's a sweetheart? Nothing much really. It's just that he's the kind of guy who would pick up your umbrella when it gets knocked off your chair (even if he had nothing to do with it getting knocked off), simply because. Doesn't seem much I guess. He really had to reach over to do it, you know. The umbrella didn't fall on the side close to him. I dunno. Maybe I'm just touched by the casual kindness. He actually does his part in group works too! (then again, this should be expected since we're graduate students). If I were a guy, he's the kind of guy I would want to be.
Sounds weird I know. But I wouldn't be me if I didn't sound weird.
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Arrgghh. I have to dance the cha-cha on Sept 1. Not that I hate dancing, and didn't I say I >secretly< style="font-style: italic;">
I had my sister drop the medicine into my eye. I was supposed to look up as she squeezes a drop in, look down, and without squeezing my eyes shut, swish my eyeballs around to spread the medicine. I was moving my eyeballs in a clockwise direction, while Rudd was making counterclockwise movements with her finger.
Dammit!
"Hey, you're making me dizzy!"
And she starts snorting in hilarity.
Harhar.
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He caught my eye the first time I saw him. Now he has grown in power and is coming into his father's heritage: compassion for those without the power to defend themselves. I knew there was more to him than just a pretty face.
So now it's confirmed. I LOVE SESSHOMARU-SAMA!
Scanlation! Scanlation! Scanlation!
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Interior design is not as fun as it seems. We had the pet project office walls repainted and it took us about an hour (or more) to reach a consensus on wall color choice. Gahhh. The floor tiles would be even harder. But it's gratifying to see the paint job done well and on time. Now the walls don't have mysterious, ugly, sooty handprints.
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I have this classmate in statistics class who is such a sweetheart. I bet he has dozens of older sisters. It's my pet theory. Maybe I should ask him next week.
Oh, why do I think he's a sweetheart? Nothing much really. It's just that he's the kind of guy who would pick up your umbrella when it gets knocked off your chair (even if he had nothing to do with it getting knocked off), simply because. Doesn't seem much I guess. He really had to reach over to do it, you know. The umbrella didn't fall on the side close to him. I dunno. Maybe I'm just touched by the casual kindness. He actually does his part in group works too! (then again, this should be expected since we're graduate students). If I were a guy, he's the kind of guy I would want to be.
Sounds weird I know. But I wouldn't be me if I didn't sound weird.
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Arrgghh. I have to dance the cha-cha on Sept 1. Not that I hate dancing, and didn't I say I >secretly< style="font-style: italic;">
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
I Speak but Nobody Hears
...or at least you don't.
I don't know where to start. Even when I'm not saying it out loud, just thinking out my feelings is a stressful thing.
What I'm wondering is, is it better for the both of us if I just stay away completely? You don't really need me anyway. I doubt it would make a difference to you. Or that you'd even notice. Whether or not I'm here.
I'm being unfair of course. I know that too. It's just that this whole thing is making me stupid, and I've been desperately trying not to let the whole situation make me behave like a stupid, petty, unfair girl. I'm seeing signs of it already.
... I'll see you around.
I don't know where to start. Even when I'm not saying it out loud, just thinking out my feelings is a stressful thing.
What I'm wondering is, is it better for the both of us if I just stay away completely? You don't really need me anyway. I doubt it would make a difference to you. Or that you'd even notice. Whether or not I'm here.
I'm being unfair of course. I know that too. It's just that this whole thing is making me stupid, and I've been desperately trying not to let the whole situation make me behave like a stupid, petty, unfair girl. I'm seeing signs of it already.
... I'll see you around.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
This Year is Gonna Be Incredible
Wala lang, just my attempt at having a line from a song as my blogpost title.
Plot twists have been popping up both in fiction and in real life, so really there's a lot going on, just been too lazy or busy to update.
But, since I am the way I am, the initial emotional flavor of these important events doesn't really linger as long as they do with other people, so I guess I won't be writing as colorfully about them as I otherwise would have been had I written about them immediately. Anyway...
Here they are, updates, in no particular order:
1. Very important story developments in the manga series I've been following, ever since my sister introduced me to it: Inuyasha. Kikyou has died, a second time, and Inuyasha seems to have lost the will to fight (temporarily). Losing your first love, a second time, does that. Poor boy. Things will get better though. Because this is a children's comic, and what I like most about stories written for children is this: there's always redemption in the end. I believe in redemption.
... Also, Sesshomaru (Inuyasha's superhot, metrosexual, full-blooded youkai half-brother) just met up with his mother (she's still around?) and seems to be upgrading is sword. He just slipped into Hell in the last chapter, in pursuit of a dog who took his ward. Sooo looking forward to what will happen next.
All in all... really significant turn of events, and 400+ chapters into the series Rumiko proves she really does have many, many more stories to tell.
Yes, important story developments in fictional stories I follow count as updates to my life :-)
2. It just really hit me recently, that the report I was working on in CEM, was connected to this. Pretty interesting stuff. If only I had more time to do it. We just wrapped up last Friday though. The people we talk to are really nice though. Not like clients in the other job.
3. Got promoted and got a raise. Yey! The first in all my 6 years of working. Because when you're self-employed there are no raises unless you're making more money. I guess I wasn't at the time. I feel a bit more grown up now. Just a bit more. Until I think about my lack of savings, which makes me feel like a newbie to the working world. Haay, depressing.
4. Got a haircut.
5. And well, since I find good news in other people's lives updates to mine as well, I would like to take the opportunity now to congratulate people with good news in their lives: Joa, who will be getting married next year, and Hazel who has been grabbed by a cable channel to host a medical probe-team type show. Very cool girls! Let's take over the world!
Plot twists have been popping up both in fiction and in real life, so really there's a lot going on, just been too lazy or busy to update.
But, since I am the way I am, the initial emotional flavor of these important events doesn't really linger as long as they do with other people, so I guess I won't be writing as colorfully about them as I otherwise would have been had I written about them immediately. Anyway...
Here they are, updates, in no particular order:
1. Very important story developments in the manga series I've been following, ever since my sister introduced me to it: Inuyasha. Kikyou has died, a second time, and Inuyasha seems to have lost the will to fight (temporarily). Losing your first love, a second time, does that. Poor boy. Things will get better though. Because this is a children's comic, and what I like most about stories written for children is this: there's always redemption in the end. I believe in redemption.
... Also, Sesshomaru (Inuyasha's superhot, metrosexual, full-blooded youkai half-brother) just met up with his mother (she's still around?) and seems to be upgrading is sword. He just slipped into Hell in the last chapter, in pursuit of a dog who took his ward. Sooo looking forward to what will happen next.
All in all... really significant turn of events, and 400+ chapters into the series Rumiko proves she really does have many, many more stories to tell.
Yes, important story developments in fictional stories I follow count as updates to my life :-)
2. It just really hit me recently, that the report I was working on in CEM, was connected to this. Pretty interesting stuff. If only I had more time to do it. We just wrapped up last Friday though. The people we talk to are really nice though. Not like clients in the other job.
3. Got promoted and got a raise. Yey! The first in all my 6 years of working. Because when you're self-employed there are no raises unless you're making more money. I guess I wasn't at the time. I feel a bit more grown up now. Just a bit more. Until I think about my lack of savings, which makes me feel like a newbie to the working world. Haay, depressing.
4. Got a haircut.
5. And well, since I find good news in other people's lives updates to mine as well, I would like to take the opportunity now to congratulate people with good news in their lives: Joa, who will be getting married next year, and Hazel who has been grabbed by a cable channel to host a medical probe-team type show. Very cool girls! Let's take over the world!
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Blue?!? But Everyone Likes Blue... :(
| Your Power Color Is Blue |
 Relationships and feelngs are the most important things to you. You are empathetic and accepting - and good at avoiding conflict. If someone close to you is in pain, it makes you hurt as well. You try to heal the ones you love with your kind and open heart. |
My Demon Aura Rates...
| You Are 20% Evil |
 You are good. So good, that you make evil people squirm. Just remember, you may need to turn to the dark side to get what you want! |
Hmmm. Did I really answer as honestly as possible? Mwahahahahaha!
Sunday, July 09, 2006
A Week of Pivotal Stories
This week has been an amazing week of good stories!
Of course, they're all fictional.
Still. That's never stopped me before from crowing in delight. :D
Briefly, a rundown:
1. House, M.D., 2nd season, Episode 2: Ka-iyak!
2. Carnivale: Ben Hawkins finally finds Scudder! Management is a freak! (but we knew that) Pervert Brother Justin is Management's Son! Ben Hawkins grows in power! Episode ends with: Sophie in Brother Justin's House! (ewww...)
3. Carnivale part 2: after Wikipedia-hunting, I find (apart from more than I really needed to know :)) that: Scudder and Brother Justin are of the House of Dark, and Ben Hawkins and Management are of the House of Light; and... Brother Justin is actually Sophie's father... (will he cut off her right hand?)
4. Inuyasha: NARAKU!..... Kikyou...
5. And of course... Superman Returns
I'll probably take these up in detail some other day, or in the other blog. Still writing Hatim's paper. Grrrrr.
Of course, they're all fictional.
Still. That's never stopped me before from crowing in delight. :D
Briefly, a rundown:
1. House, M.D., 2nd season, Episode 2: Ka-iyak!
2. Carnivale: Ben Hawkins finally finds Scudder! Management is a freak! (but we knew that) Pervert Brother Justin is Management's Son! Ben Hawkins grows in power! Episode ends with: Sophie in Brother Justin's House! (ewww...)
3. Carnivale part 2: after Wikipedia-hunting, I find (apart from more than I really needed to know :)) that: Scudder and Brother Justin are of the House of Dark, and Ben Hawkins and Management are of the House of Light; and... Brother Justin is actually Sophie's father... (will he cut off her right hand?)
4. Inuyasha: NARAKU!..... Kikyou...
5. And of course... Superman Returns
I'll probably take these up in detail some other day, or in the other blog. Still writing Hatim's paper. Grrrrr.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Cold Turkey
That's how I should quit. And it should start by me quitting reading this particular person's blog. I just find it... depressing. Unfortunately, when I don't find previously mentioned blog depressing, it's actually quite entertaining. Besides reading it makes me feel connected.
But I should stop that.
...This is hard...
But I should stop that.
...This is hard...
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Legend of the Condo Heroes
Uhm, the title is a kind of lame pun on the Chinese story / legend / anime, now telenovela, "Legend of the Condor Heroes." Yes, the pun is somewhat related to my blog content :)
In the news this week... been condo unit hunting. (see?) Unfortunately, there's always something off about the units we've seen. Of course, there's a budget so we're limited by that. And there's a preferred location, which narrows our choices even further. So far, what we've turned up are either:
- Accessible but too cramped / small for 3 people (2 girls and a boy pa, so there'd be dressing up problems)
- Accessible, nice neighborhood, but the unit itself has no windows (Live on aircon air? These people are nuts!)
- Accessible, hotel-like, what the unit lacks in kitchen amenities, it makes up for with a roomy bathroom (duh), but the street is close to seedy bars
It's hard to look for a nice place on a budget. :-( (That's another duh comment, isn't it? Hehe.)
Most recently, just this morning, we looked at some DMCI homes in Taguig (mid-rise, residential condos with resort-type amenities... yes, they have POOLS!!!! Waaah!). DMCI, the makers of allegedly 90% of the stuff in Makati (shouldn't that be the Ayalas? :)) and the sultan's palace in Brunei.
And the units are nice. Really nice. Except they're for sale. But they're actually affordable! Except they're too far from well, CBDs (Makati and Ortigas). As in public transport coming from Cainta is probably more convenient to get.
But there's a pool!
Except if we're going as far as Taguig, we might as well get the DMCI condo units near Cainta. (Which I just found out now also have pools. Waaah!) But we just learned this morning that all the 2-bedroom units are sold. That's the smallest unit for the East Ortigas Mansions.
Waaah!
What looked like a weekend of unexpected accomplishments turned out to be a weekend of eliminations. Actually it was a whole week of such. >Sigh<. I want to move out. Take myself to the next stage of evolution. Or growth. The Adult Stage. ============== Note: Yes, childhood lasts a long time in our house. Up until the age of 30, if you don't do anything about it. I better do something, and fast!
In the news this week... been condo unit hunting. (see?) Unfortunately, there's always something off about the units we've seen. Of course, there's a budget so we're limited by that. And there's a preferred location, which narrows our choices even further. So far, what we've turned up are either:
- Accessible but too cramped / small for 3 people (2 girls and a boy pa, so there'd be dressing up problems)
- Accessible, nice neighborhood, but the unit itself has no windows (Live on aircon air? These people are nuts!)
- Accessible, hotel-like, what the unit lacks in kitchen amenities, it makes up for with a roomy bathroom (duh), but the street is close to seedy bars
It's hard to look for a nice place on a budget. :-( (That's another duh comment, isn't it? Hehe.)
Most recently, just this morning, we looked at some DMCI homes in Taguig (mid-rise, residential condos with resort-type amenities... yes, they have POOLS!!!! Waaah!). DMCI, the makers of allegedly 90% of the stuff in Makati (shouldn't that be the Ayalas? :)) and the sultan's palace in Brunei.
And the units are nice. Really nice. Except they're for sale. But they're actually affordable! Except they're too far from well, CBDs (Makati and Ortigas). As in public transport coming from Cainta is probably more convenient to get.
But there's a pool!
Except if we're going as far as Taguig, we might as well get the DMCI condo units near Cainta. (Which I just found out now also have pools. Waaah!) But we just learned this morning that all the 2-bedroom units are sold. That's the smallest unit for the East Ortigas Mansions.
Waaah!
What looked like a weekend of unexpected accomplishments turned out to be a weekend of eliminations. Actually it was a whole week of such. >Sigh<. I want to move out. Take myself to the next stage of evolution. Or growth. The Adult Stage. ============== Note: Yes, childhood lasts a long time in our house. Up until the age of 30, if you don't do anything about it. I better do something, and fast!
Thursday, June 29, 2006
A Solitary Blue
It feels like I'm not a part of your life anymore. I guess this means I still have some way to go because it hurts me. If I were successful in my objective, it shouldn't hurt like this, right?
How Do I Teach Them That?
... How do I teach them wisdom, and compassion, and how not to abuse their powers?
Have I mentioned?
Because you are all older, wiser and different, listening to your classmates share their experiences in class is like seeing the world again for the first time; or seeing the possibilities of your own life anew for the first time in a long time. I like this feeling. Like I'm free. That I can still claim my place in this world. That I'm not too late.
All I need is courage.
Yesterday we had Psych 220: Research Methodology: Issues and Problems. Yeah, it sounds boring. But really it isn't. Probably because the teacher isn't. She's sharp, and tough, and funny and sensitive, and you get the feeling that she's reading you like a book, even if you're just sitting in class (or maybe especially if you are just sitting in class). This woman with her 2o years of experience in field research; whose work changed her; whose work seeks to change other people's lives. Of course my mind immediately made up romanticized images of The Noble Researcher's Meaningful Life in the Field, although I know the truth is far from that idyllic picture. It's just nice to be inspired. Who says inspiration had to be realistic?
But... back to reality. After this class, I ride home with one of my friends, and her friend from work, Joa and Helene. Sometimes Joa's father drives us; sometimes her papa does :-). And this is fun too.
I miss my friends.
--- Luke Skywalker to Mara Jade, on the instruction of his sister's children
Have I mentioned?
One of best parts about going to graduate school is the classmates.
Because you are all older, wiser and different, listening to your classmates share their experiences in class is like seeing the world again for the first time; or seeing the possibilities of your own life anew for the first time in a long time. I like this feeling. Like I'm free. That I can still claim my place in this world. That I'm not too late.
All I need is courage.
Yesterday we had Psych 220: Research Methodology: Issues and Problems. Yeah, it sounds boring. But really it isn't. Probably because the teacher isn't. She's sharp, and tough, and funny and sensitive, and you get the feeling that she's reading you like a book, even if you're just sitting in class (or maybe especially if you are just sitting in class). This woman with her 2o years of experience in field research; whose work changed her; whose work seeks to change other people's lives. Of course my mind immediately made up romanticized images of The Noble Researcher's Meaningful Life in the Field, although I know the truth is far from that idyllic picture. It's just nice to be inspired. Who says inspiration had to be realistic?
But... back to reality. After this class, I ride home with one of my friends, and her friend from work, Joa and Helene. Sometimes Joa's father drives us; sometimes her papa does :-). And this is fun too.
I miss my friends.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
... But You Are to be Preferred...
You know what I'm thinking?
I wish I had more poetry in my life.
Or my soul.
Did I ever?
Having the usual attack. I need to do something creative so bad it hurts.
And the threat of Malaysian May Ooi looms.
And then on the very same day, I wish I could just be a grunt.
So I won't have thoughts.
I wish I had more poetry in my life.
Or my soul.
Did I ever?
Having the usual attack. I need to do something creative so bad it hurts.
And the threat of Malaysian May Ooi looms.
And then on the very same day, I wish I could just be a grunt.
So I won't have thoughts.
Voice#1: "Keh. If you take the thoughts out of Kathryn what would be left?"
Voice#2: "The kazaana maybe?"
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
The End of Summer
The company went on an outing last June 2 and 3 --- to Mactan, Cebu's Plantation Bay.
Here's a sample view of the place.
Two take-away thoughts from the experience:
1) I still know how to bike!
2) I never really learned how to swim...
I wanna learn how to swim!
Here's a sample view of the place.
Two take-away thoughts from the experience:
1) I still know how to bike!
2) I never really learned how to swim...
I wanna learn how to swim!
Friday, May 26, 2006
X-cape! (Day 6)
The last day of the conference was a half-day program, which left us time to do some last minute shopping.
And we ended up teaming up by age group.
Which means we two young 'uns shopped together...
And youth is such that after finishing our shopping (at around 9 or 10 pm) and eating dinner we, on a whim, decided it would be a GREAT idea to watch X-Men 3. Without telling the elders.
Haaaayyyy. I am too easy to influence in a bad way.
So we ended up going back to the hotel at 1AM. And my roommate, the head of the other department which presented a paper, it turns out, had been quite worried.
Good girls should have told, I know. Just so the elders wouldn't worry. Ewan ko ba.
And we ended up teaming up by age group.
Which means we two young 'uns shopped together...
And youth is such that after finishing our shopping (at around 9 or 10 pm) and eating dinner we, on a whim, decided it would be a GREAT idea to watch X-Men 3. Without telling the elders.
Haaaayyyy. I am too easy to influence in a bad way.
So we ended up going back to the hotel at 1AM. And my roommate, the head of the other department which presented a paper, it turns out, had been quite worried.
Good girls should have told, I know. Just so the elders wouldn't worry. Ewan ko ba.
[sneaking out was kind of fun though...]
And I hit upon a realization: to be able to stay out late, I would have to be in another country. I would have to be a jetsetter!
Brilliant!
Brilliant!
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Gala Dinner and the Toy (Day 5)
The fifth day is worth mentioning for these reasons: the gala dinner, which was surprisingly fun, in a geeky sort of way, and because after that, all of us snuck out to Mustafa's Place (or some name like that, its an electronics emporium within the Little India compound) and shopped til 2:00 AM.
That's right folks.
And I came away with this baby ---->
Yes.... it's a thing of beauty. And so far, it plays everything. Can you tell I'm in love?
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Free Day (Day 4)
Wednesday was a free day for the conference participants, and we used the time to go around town.
For the morning, we got on the SIA Hop-on/Hop-off bus, and got off the Botanical Gardens, Little India and the Esplanade.
Then in the afternoon we went to magical Sentoooh-saaah --- Singapore's Island Resort!
Rode the cable car, saw Underwater World and watched the Fountain Show.
And Joseph is right. Underwater World is small. I wouldn't know if it's worth S$20, but he didn't seem to think so. Oh well. Animals are still fun to goggle at.
The Fountain Show is pretty good though. Water as projector screen. Sugoi!
I think Kiki the Monkey is a bit demented though. And I don't mean in the clinical psychology sense.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Clandestine Meetings (Day 3)
After a day of listening to paper presentations, a secret meeting at He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's place.
A funny, brief interlude: the tour agent at the hotel lobby chatted with me as I was waiting to be picked up.
Then Maritess and I met Lee (Malaysian?), Taufik (Malaysian?), Joseph (Singaporean) and Eugene (Singaporean?). Joseph is funny. A Singaporean who's down on Singapore.
I think I must've sounded like a bigot to Lee and Taufik. Hey, but they were asking about first impressions. Actually what I answered weren't first impressions but expectations.... Hmmmm...
Take-away thought for the night: I still forget that sometimes, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named can be really horrible.
A funny, brief interlude: the tour agent at the hotel lobby chatted with me as I was waiting to be picked up.
Then Maritess and I met Lee (Malaysian?), Taufik (Malaysian?), Joseph (Singaporean) and Eugene (Singaporean?). Joseph is funny. A Singaporean who's down on Singapore.
I think I must've sounded like a bigot to Lee and Taufik. Hey, but they were asking about first impressions. Actually what I answered weren't first impressions but expectations.... Hmmmm...
Take-away thought for the night: I still forget that sometimes, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named can be really horrible.
Monday, May 22, 2006
I present to you these two droids..... (Day 2)
"...both are hard-working, and will serve you well."
--- Luke Skywalker to Jabba the Hutt, Return of the Jedi
And that's how I felt I guess, on presentation day. Like I was going to be offered to Jabba the Hutt.
Well, not really. But my fingertips were cold as I waited for my turn.
Apparently however, I needn't have worried.
For the first day, the presentation sessions were arranged 2-3 per hour, with coffee breaks and lunch interspersed after every hour. Paper presentations were divided among 4 venues, so that for each hour, about 8 papers were being presented, in groups of 4, simultaneously. (I hope you got that).
Which is my long way of saying only 10 (or less) people stayed around to listen to ours.
It didn't help that we got the last time slot either (1630-1730).
Some interesting comments on our presentation though:
- Nigerian delegate, coming up to me and saying that I was a role-model: "A girl talking about math... you are a role model!" (which made me feel like I was 12).
- Chair for the session: "I almost forgot to ring the bell (to signal that we had gotten past the 20-minute time limit), I was listening to your presentation."
- Singapore delegate, the next day: "Did you present yesterday? Because I heard from my colleagues that 2 Filipino presented yesterday, and it was very good." (are they required to say this because they're the hosts?)
So it went well enough I guess. I'll do better next time though!
Well, not really. But my fingertips were cold as I waited for my turn.
Apparently however, I needn't have worried.
For the first day, the presentation sessions were arranged 2-3 per hour, with coffee breaks and lunch interspersed after every hour. Paper presentations were divided among 4 venues, so that for each hour, about 8 papers were being presented, in groups of 4, simultaneously. (I hope you got that).
Which is my long way of saying only 10 (or less) people stayed around to listen to ours.
It didn't help that we got the last time slot either (1630-1730).
Some interesting comments on our presentation though:
- Nigerian delegate, coming up to me and saying that I was a role-model: "A girl talking about math... you are a role model!" (which made me feel like I was 12).
- Chair for the session: "I almost forgot to ring the bell (to signal that we had gotten past the 20-minute time limit), I was listening to your presentation."
- Singapore delegate, the next day: "Did you present yesterday? Because I heard from my colleagues that 2 Filipino presented yesterday, and it was very good." (are they required to say this because they're the hosts?)
So it went well enough I guess. I'll do better next time though!
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Cut-Off (Day 1)
My first day in Singapore... and Smart's roaming feature failed to activate (on time, is my guess)...
I want to sleep now, but I'm supposed to prepare for a presentation! But since I bought S$15 worth of 5-hour wireless internet connection, I feel I need to make full use of this first!
Haaayyyy.
So what did we do today? Pigged out in Chinatown and dropped by the afternoon cocktail event for the IAEA participants. New foods I tasted today: Peanut Soup Dessert, Oyster Omellette, Beef Jerky and Red Caviar. I felt like I was going to have indigestion...
We walked from Chinatown to River View Hotel and I realize now as I think about what I was thinking back then while we were walking: I have this amazing ability to turn all wondrous things into the absolutely mundane. I mean, I seem rarely to get impressed by anything. Earlier today I was thinking how Singapore really just looked like the better parts of Hongkong, which really just looked like the Makati Business District. Talk about blase.
Well, let's end here so that I can pretend to prepare for tomorrow :D
I want to sleep now, but I'm supposed to prepare for a presentation! But since I bought S$15 worth of 5-hour wireless internet connection, I feel I need to make full use of this first!
Haaayyyy.
So what did we do today? Pigged out in Chinatown and dropped by the afternoon cocktail event for the IAEA participants. New foods I tasted today: Peanut Soup Dessert, Oyster Omellette, Beef Jerky and Red Caviar. I felt like I was going to have indigestion...
We walked from Chinatown to River View Hotel and I realize now as I think about what I was thinking back then while we were walking: I have this amazing ability to turn all wondrous things into the absolutely mundane. I mean, I seem rarely to get impressed by anything. Earlier today I was thinking how Singapore really just looked like the better parts of Hongkong, which really just looked like the Makati Business District. Talk about blase.
Well, let's end here so that I can pretend to prepare for tomorrow :D
Friday, May 05, 2006
Namida
I felt like crying.
Today I saw you again.
And I regret.
And wish. And despair.
I need to look forward. And start walking in that direction too.
Just a little more work. I know I'll get there. To the point where all this won't cut so.
But when?
Today I saw you again.
And I regret.
And wish. And despair.
I need to look forward. And start walking in that direction too.
Just a little more work. I know I'll get there. To the point where all this won't cut so.
But when?
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Lost
... is how I feel.
There's more to say, except I'm not in the mood to elaborate. Because it's almost midnight, and I have to be at work by 7:30 AM. But part of what scares me is this: I don't know how to burn enough to keep at this. Regular job during the day, "pet project" at night after work. So it's like 17 hours of work a day. Well, not straight, but it takes the zing out of the work when you start something you know you won't finish soon but is needed ASAP. And staying after hours isn't the solution because it just ruins your head for the day job.
What a problem.
I want a solution. Sometimes a solution crosses my mind... but I'm afraid to consider it.
I want to find my passion.
Oh wherefore art thou passion project?
I want to know what it's like to never work a day for the rest of my life because I love what I'm doing.
There's more to say, except I'm not in the mood to elaborate. Because it's almost midnight, and I have to be at work by 7:30 AM. But part of what scares me is this: I don't know how to burn enough to keep at this. Regular job during the day, "pet project" at night after work. So it's like 17 hours of work a day. Well, not straight, but it takes the zing out of the work when you start something you know you won't finish soon but is needed ASAP. And staying after hours isn't the solution because it just ruins your head for the day job.
What a problem.
I want a solution. Sometimes a solution crosses my mind... but I'm afraid to consider it.
I want to find my passion.
Oh wherefore art thou passion project?
I want to know what it's like to never work a day for the rest of my life because I love what I'm doing.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Everything Dances, Nothing Dies
Some random thoughts.
Yesterday was a significant day. Jaje finally got a grade for their thesis. He is officially a graduate. Lernie comes up to me and whispers, “Do you realize what a momentous occasion this is?.. Our parents officially have no more dependents!” And I think to myself, “Oh yeah.”
Except not really. But I don’t really want to think about that.
Yesterday I discovered an annoying, significant, but not really crucial mistake in the paper we’ve submitted for the IAEA conference. Annoying because, well…it’s a mistake! Significant because it’s 2 columns of data! Not really crucial because it doesn’t make a difference to the conclusions. The whole thing taught me this about myself: Looks like I never really grasped the meaning of the distributive property of multiplication. So I myself illustrate the conclusions of the paper: mastery of procedural knowledge does not imply mastery of conceptual knowledge. Hayyyyy.
Ricky Reyes seems like a pretty cool guy. Tom Cruise looks cute in the MI:3 poster (I mean I am struck that it struck me so, not being a Tom Cruise fan). And there’s no more Powerdance in Edsa Shangri-la.
Finally.
I watched the first 7 episodes of Rud’s Inuyasha collection yesterday. And I never thought I’d say this again, but I think I’m…. in love :) . Heck I might even start drawing fanart again! Hahaha :D.
The list of to-do’s goes on.
Yesterday was a significant day. Jaje finally got a grade for their thesis. He is officially a graduate. Lernie comes up to me and whispers, “Do you realize what a momentous occasion this is?.. Our parents officially have no more dependents!” And I think to myself, “Oh yeah.”
Except not really. But I don’t really want to think about that.
Yesterday I discovered an annoying, significant, but not really crucial mistake in the paper we’ve submitted for the IAEA conference. Annoying because, well…it’s a mistake! Significant because it’s 2 columns of data! Not really crucial because it doesn’t make a difference to the conclusions. The whole thing taught me this about myself: Looks like I never really grasped the meaning of the distributive property of multiplication. So I myself illustrate the conclusions of the paper: mastery of procedural knowledge does not imply mastery of conceptual knowledge. Hayyyyy.
Ricky Reyes seems like a pretty cool guy. Tom Cruise looks cute in the MI:3 poster (I mean I am struck that it struck me so, not being a Tom Cruise fan). And there’s no more Powerdance in Edsa Shangri-la.
Finally.
I watched the first 7 episodes of Rud’s Inuyasha collection yesterday. And I never thought I’d say this again, but I think I’m…. in love :) . Heck I might even start drawing fanart again! Hahaha :D.
The list of to-do’s goes on.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Blue Lagoon
There's some really weird blue lagoon shat going down in our house.
This is Bart, Lernie's son.
This is Chewie (yes, as in Chewbacca the Wookie), Rud's daughter. (It's the hair color you see. She --- my sister that is --- was a bit crazy when she got Che wie, so...)
They're cousins. Brother and sister...
But months turn to years, seasons change and uh, hormones get manufactured. So little Chewie, at 8 months, is in heat. And Bart, at 4 years, is acting every bit like the dawg that he physically is (there's a theory among the mamees that actually, Bart doesn't really think of himself as a dog... more like a person trapped in a dog's body; maybe I'll elaborate some other time.)
And it's weird! They're cousins!
This week is supposed to be the last week of this madness however... but... three weeks, twice a year! [shudder]...
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Fantasy #2
When Lern and I were younger we figured that if we were to save the Philippines (ahem!), there were only 2 ways to do it:
1. Improve education.
2. Make better movies.
Because in this country, the 2 are almost the same.
I used to be such a movie / TV addict (TV was my friend!). I remember not caring about homework because... Sunday's Big Event was on! And it's Karate Kid! (horrible, I know; luckily I outgrew it --- Ralph Macchio that is, not TV). And I wanted to be a director.
I look at the picture below and I am struck by 2 things:
1. Eleanor and I were both young enough that we'd do something as crazy as this.
2. And Eleanor and I were both young enough that I could wheedle her into doing something as crazy as this. Can't do that to the management-trainee imperious-curse-wielding mamee now!
I've shadowed the picture so you won't clearly see her face. I promised.
I'm the vampire. She's the victim. I think I must be grade 5 here. And who's taking the picture, Rud?
Crazy!
Is this why I'm in CEM? Because I decided to be a nerd and opted for strategy number 1?
1. Improve education.
2. Make better movies.
Because in this country, the 2 are almost the same.
I used to be such a movie / TV addict (TV was my friend!). I remember not caring about homework because... Sunday's Big Event was on! And it's Karate Kid! (horrible, I know; luckily I outgrew it --- Ralph Macchio that is, not TV). And I wanted to be a director.
I look at the picture below and I am struck by 2 things:
1. Eleanor and I were both young enough that we'd do something as crazy as this.
2. And Eleanor and I were both young enough that I could wheedle her into doing something as crazy as this. Can't do that to the management-trainee imperious-curse-wielding mamee now!
I've shadowed the picture so you won't clearly see her face. I promised.
I'm the vampire. She's the victim. I think I must be grade 5 here. And who's taking the picture, Rud?
Crazy!
Is this why I'm in CEM? Because I decided to be a nerd and opted for strategy number 1?
I Want / Fantasy #1
To have my father's mind,
My mother's heart,
Frances' sensible-ness
Eleanor's outgoing-ness
And Jaje's Lucky-ness (inside joke).
Allegedly, I have my mother's looks. But the picture below says otherwise.
My mother's heart,
Frances' sensible-ness
Eleanor's outgoing-ness
And Jaje's Lucky-ness (inside joke).
Allegedly, I have my mother's looks. But the picture below says otherwise.
She was in 2 commercials (Safeguard and something else). I discover this as I type it because the parents generally don't talk about things like this with us kids. Only got it from my sister.
Doesn't this picture look fab? :D At 58, she's still a glowing beauty. Because she always smiles. Even her voice does.
I want to learn that too. How to always be smiling. Even when life almost breaks you.
I'm It!
Coz Chrise tagged me :) (hindi ako yung kathy dun sa 8 traits list di ba? wala kasing t. :))
Get ready for mind-numbing pedantic-ness! (pedancy? hahaha)
4 jobs I've had in my life:
a. Research Coordinator
b. Project Leader
c. Tutor
d. Researcher I
4 films I can watch over and over:
a. Funny nonsense films like Coneheads, Dreamcatcher
b. Matrix I and II (especially fight scenes)
c. Merlin (hallmark made for tv movie)
d. Some Kind of Wonderful (coz i want to believe! :))
4 places I have lived (in):
a. Cainta
b. My head
c. Melbourne, Australia (isang pagpapanggap ito, dahil 1-2 linggo lang ako dun; pero sa foster family para talagang exchange program ang dating)
d. Aunt's house when my sister had bulutong
4 TV programs I love to watch:
a. American Idol (dahil kay Elliot Yamin, kasalukuyang kinababaliwan ni Eleanor)
b. Dr. House (in the words of his ex: smart, funny, surprising, sexy)
c. Inuyasha
d. Jessica Alba's Darkangel (I have the DVDs) / Friends
4 places I would have visited had I had the money:
a. Europe
b. China
c. Local scenic places (Palawan, Boracay, Bohol etc)
d. Japan (Kyoto!)
4 websites i visit daily:
a. Friends' blogsites
b. Google (although this isn't a website)
c. YahooMail
d. Not daily but Friendster
4 of my favorite foods:
a. Nescafe Iced Coffee
b. FRENCH FRIES!
c. Boneless Fried Bangus (try Jollibee's sarap!)
d. Cold Chocolate Drink (with matching bread or cookies)
4 places where I would want to die:
a. My house (if I were old and decrepit and already needed to die; otherwise it would probably be horrible for those left behind if I die in the house... unless there was time for goodbyes)
b. The hospital (pero hindi accident or crime-related)
c. ...
d. ...
4 people (living/dead) who you want to meet:
a. Jose Rizal
b. Tamora Pierce
c. Ursula K. Leguin
d. Ninoy Aquino
4 Places Ive been on Vacation (from most to least recent)
a. Hongkong (2 years ago)
b. Puerto Galera (7 years ago)
c. Subic (13 years ago)
d. Baguio (16 years ago)
--- we are so not a vacationing family, sigh ---
4 Places I would Rather Be Right Now
a. In bed
b. In front of the TV
c. Among friends
d. Dance class
4 People I Wanna Tag
a. Frances Tan
b. Eleanor Tan
c. Frank Tan Jr.
d. Jana Senseng
Get ready for mind-numbing pedantic-ness! (pedancy? hahaha)
4 jobs I've had in my life:
a. Research Coordinator
b. Project Leader
c. Tutor
d. Researcher I
4 films I can watch over and over:
a. Funny nonsense films like Coneheads, Dreamcatcher
b. Matrix I and II (especially fight scenes)
c. Merlin (hallmark made for tv movie)
d. Some Kind of Wonderful (coz i want to believe! :))
4 places I have lived (in):
a. Cainta
b. My head
c. Melbourne, Australia (isang pagpapanggap ito, dahil 1-2 linggo lang ako dun; pero sa foster family para talagang exchange program ang dating)
d. Aunt's house when my sister had bulutong
4 TV programs I love to watch:
a. American Idol (dahil kay Elliot Yamin, kasalukuyang kinababaliwan ni Eleanor)
b. Dr. House (in the words of his ex: smart, funny, surprising, sexy)
c. Inuyasha
d. Jessica Alba's Darkangel (I have the DVDs) / Friends
4 places I would have visited had I had the money:
a. Europe
b. China
c. Local scenic places (Palawan, Boracay, Bohol etc)
d. Japan (Kyoto!)
4 websites i visit daily:
a. Friends' blogsites
b. Google (although this isn't a website)
c. YahooMail
d. Not daily but Friendster
4 of my favorite foods:
a. Nescafe Iced Coffee
b. FRENCH FRIES!
c. Boneless Fried Bangus (try Jollibee's sarap!)
d. Cold Chocolate Drink (with matching bread or cookies)
4 places where I would want to die:
a. My house (if I were old and decrepit and already needed to die; otherwise it would probably be horrible for those left behind if I die in the house... unless there was time for goodbyes)
b. The hospital (pero hindi accident or crime-related)
c. ...
d. ...
4 people (living/dead) who you want to meet:
a. Jose Rizal
b. Tamora Pierce
c. Ursula K. Leguin
d. Ninoy Aquino
4 Places Ive been on Vacation (from most to least recent)
a. Hongkong (2 years ago)
b. Puerto Galera (7 years ago)
c. Subic (13 years ago)
d. Baguio (16 years ago)
--- we are so not a vacationing family, sigh ---
4 Places I would Rather Be Right Now
a. In bed
b. In front of the TV
c. Among friends
d. Dance class
4 People I Wanna Tag
a. Frances Tan
b. Eleanor Tan
c. Frank Tan Jr.
d. Jana Senseng
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Human Factory
Today in class, one of the reporters asked: what role does school play in our lives? And of course in typical fashion, I am at a loss how to respond. Because the question is so simple, its actually hard to answer. Does it mean to ask, "What role the school meant/intended to play in my life? What role did it in fact play in my life?" Or does it mean to elicit an answer that speaks in generalities and not personal experience?
Well, anyway my belated answer is this. Schools... are like factories... producing canned goods called students. They take this raw material, process / fashion it into the shape / cut / specifications they want, and churn them out by the hundreds... thousands.
A product of Assumption education!
Well, anyway my belated answer is this. Schools... are like factories... producing canned goods called students. They take this raw material, process / fashion it into the shape / cut / specifications they want, and churn them out by the hundreds... thousands.
A product of Assumption education!
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Back to the Future!
You're supposed to have some things to look forward to, to get you going. Here are some of mine:
What do you think, too much?
1. Get a place of our own (by our I mean us sisters; Rud seems amenable). Saving up for the housing fund starts now! This will entail saving **** a month :) (This is looking like a 5-year plan...)
2. I feel like creating a website on psychology in the Philippines. It'll be useful I promise! For psych majors or anyone interested in learning about how people think. I'm thinking it'll be more on cognitive psychology though, my new favorite subject! (except I feel that my report on my topic on this subject tanked)
3. I'm thinking of taking dance / theater classes this summer. Saw a list of acting workshops in a magazine somewhere around here. But I'm leaning more toward dance. I'll work my way up the courage ladder first :)
4. Or, I start taking up running as a sport this summer. Fifty percent cheaper. Maybe I can even join some races (hahaha!) like my father.
5. Definitely I will have that footspa tomorrow!
6. Let's go back to the own place thing: I want to have a mural on one of the walls in this new place. And paint it myself! (Will maybe talk some more on how I want this new place to look, sometime in a future blog entry)
What do you think, too much?
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
High-Lows
And in the spirit of "The Story of Us," today's high-lows:
1.) High: Indian priest classmate in Experimental Designs always helps our professor erase the board. It's really nice of him. Ang sweet :)2.) High: Officemate's 2-year old son was chattering away at work today. Ang cute :)
3.) Low: Fearing that I may be responsible for blowing the circuits in Rm 203. I think I forgot to unplug the OHP after my class report last Tuesday. The short-circuit was said to have happenned Thursday. Please let it not be me!!! Ang malas :(
4.) Low: Telecon. Of course. For the simple reason that he's there. That's all it takes. Ang stupid :(
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Shopping Weekend Gone Bust
According to my calendar of activities, I was supposed to go shopping this weekend. Footspa. The works. Instead I mostly snored Saturday away and pretty much of Sunday too. Three things of note though:
And who am I kidding? I couldn't have gone shopping this weekend anyway because the most recent credit card bill ate up all my cash, I have to lend rent money and I'm down to the last bits of my transportation allowance until the first semi for February comes in this week. 'Til then, I must scrimp, scrounge and save...
But we will end on a happier note with Brother Bo's daily morning mantra (slightly edited for personal purposes): "How can I bless people I encounter this week?" It's amazing to listen to people like him :)
1. I snored most of Saturday away because I was out late last Friday at a... bar. Hahaha. Decided to drop by to take a peek at Juana's album launch. Except since I haven't been sleeping properly for the past 3 weeks, I was pretty much falling asleep on my seat by 11pm and so we had to leave before we actually got to watch Juana. Hayyy. Who am I kidding? I left early because of curfew...
2. Our paper got accepted for presentation at the 2006 Conference of the International Association for Educational Assessment in Singapore! I feel PSYCHED! (yes, I recently rewatched In Good Company). Except this paper is as yet non-existent! Time to start feeling PSYCHO!
3. I finally got to go the LOJ feast again in Camp Aguinaldo. Had to stand for 3 hours playing 'usherette.' It was good to see the folks there again.
And who am I kidding? I couldn't have gone shopping this weekend anyway because the most recent credit card bill ate up all my cash, I have to lend rent money and I'm down to the last bits of my transportation allowance until the first semi for February comes in this week. 'Til then, I must scrimp, scrounge and save...
But we will end on a happier note with Brother Bo's daily morning mantra (slightly edited for personal purposes): "How can I bless people I encounter this week?" It's amazing to listen to people like him :)
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
How Funky is Your Chicken
How do you move past disappointing performance?
Apply this Kathy. Apply, apply, apply.
"Be happy. And do your work like you're doing it for yourself."
Apply this Kathy. Apply, apply, apply.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
I am...
The martial strains have summoned me,
To hear your sorrows,
Still your pain.
I am the protector of Justice
Equality - my sole friend
My vision never blurred by cowardice
My soul never chained
Life without honor
Is life in vain.
...the DoG
Ako si 'Mart...
To hear your sorrows,
Still your pain.
I am the protector of Justice
Equality - my sole friend
My vision never blurred by cowardice
My soul never chained
Life without honor
Is life in vain.
...the DoG
Ako si 'Mart...
Thursday, January 26, 2006
This Year
Hi..... Happy New Year!
And my biggest resolution for this year is: Get to know myself. Or at least, recall who I am, and what I am capabale of. Because for the past 5, especially 2 years, I really lost who I was.
But, as part of another new year's resolution: We will NOT get into that.
Instead we will move forward! But first, a recap:
My name's Kathryn. My family calls me Turk (or Treng, depending on degree of consanguinity :)), my friends call me Kathy, some people try calling me Kat. Judel and Maritess call me 'Atchi.' I like my name because it sounds like the name of a queen, when pronounced the way it should, but it does not go by the common spelling. And I guess I like being that: being contrary. I prefer to blend in, in a way that stands out. Hahaha, that sounds schizophrenic.
I like potatoes. Fried, boiled, mashed. I like chocolate drink with bread or Presto Cream Peanut Butter Cookies. I like baby-watching (anywhere) with my sisters. And by baby, yes I mean infants. It's funny but I just realized that we've nicknamed one baby, whom we've watched grow up, everytime we saw him at church, Potato-Head Baby. It's the shape of his head. (Two of my loves, in one baby boy! :))
I like reading and daydreaming. I can draw, a bit. Last year, I was able to take up 'art classes' as I've been planning to for a long time. I would love to take up jazz/hip-hop dance lessons. I would also like to take a gander at theater. Yeah... contrary to appearances, I love performing.
I prefer comfort over style, although lately I've been trying to make choices that include both. I like wearing tall heals and long pants, drop earrnings and Max Factor Porcelain 50 Skin Tone Adapting Liquid Foundation (try saying that under 2 seconds!). I can't pull off short skirts, tubeless tops and spaghetti strap blouses. I wouldn't be able to wear knee-length boots and a mini-skirt even if my life depended on it.
I don't like mean people, ampalaya, interviews (I almost got interviewed in Boy Abunda's show, hahaha. Good thing I was busy when they called.) and corporate-speak. I don't believe that teenagers have to be rebels, that you have to hurt yourself first before you will truly learn how to ride bicycles or drive cars, or that men are dogs by default. I don't believe in cyncism. Because I expect better. Because I expect the world to be kind.
I believe in faithfulness. I believe in fairness and second chances. And despite what I've been told, I still choose to believe that benevolent power is possible. Because humanity has come of an age when it has realized that, "just because we can do a thing, doesn't mean that we must do a thing."
And I would like to live for a cause.
I'll stop here because this is getting too long, and lunch break is way past over.
And my biggest resolution for this year is: Get to know myself. Or at least, recall who I am, and what I am capabale of. Because for the past 5, especially 2 years, I really lost who I was.
But, as part of another new year's resolution: We will NOT get into that.
Instead we will move forward! But first, a recap:
My name's Kathryn. My family calls me Turk (or Treng, depending on degree of consanguinity :)), my friends call me Kathy, some people try calling me Kat. Judel and Maritess call me 'Atchi.' I like my name because it sounds like the name of a queen, when pronounced the way it should, but it does not go by the common spelling. And I guess I like being that: being contrary. I prefer to blend in, in a way that stands out. Hahaha, that sounds schizophrenic.
I like potatoes. Fried, boiled, mashed. I like chocolate drink with bread or Presto Cream Peanut Butter Cookies. I like baby-watching (anywhere) with my sisters. And by baby, yes I mean infants. It's funny but I just realized that we've nicknamed one baby, whom we've watched grow up, everytime we saw him at church, Potato-Head Baby. It's the shape of his head. (Two of my loves, in one baby boy! :))
I like reading and daydreaming. I can draw, a bit. Last year, I was able to take up 'art classes' as I've been planning to for a long time. I would love to take up jazz/hip-hop dance lessons. I would also like to take a gander at theater. Yeah... contrary to appearances, I love performing.
I prefer comfort over style, although lately I've been trying to make choices that include both. I like wearing tall heals and long pants, drop earrnings and Max Factor Porcelain 50 Skin Tone Adapting Liquid Foundation (try saying that under 2 seconds!). I can't pull off short skirts, tubeless tops and spaghetti strap blouses. I wouldn't be able to wear knee-length boots and a mini-skirt even if my life depended on it.
I don't like mean people, ampalaya, interviews (I almost got interviewed in Boy Abunda's show, hahaha. Good thing I was busy when they called.) and corporate-speak. I don't believe that teenagers have to be rebels, that you have to hurt yourself first before you will truly learn how to ride bicycles or drive cars, or that men are dogs by default. I don't believe in cyncism. Because I expect better. Because I expect the world to be kind.
I believe in faithfulness. I believe in fairness and second chances. And despite what I've been told, I still choose to believe that benevolent power is possible. Because humanity has come of an age when it has realized that, "just because we can do a thing, doesn't mean that we must do a thing."
And I would like to live for a cause.
I'll stop here because this is getting too long, and lunch break is way past over.
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