Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Breakthrough?

I have one page worth of my cnf. I've actually kind of figured out a way to go about it. For a portion of it at least. Hrm. I'm not exactly sure if it's really and truly the way
*Intermission. As I was writing this entry, a brilliant flash of white light has struck me - I know how to continue using that strategy. Fire and brimstone, whee! *

But as I was saying, while I'm not entirely sure I'm satisfied with how I've chosen to go about it, I can only hope the emptiness in my stomach is steering me in the right direction. It's somehow warming up to me, but I should have some sort of alternative if I wake up in the middle of the night and realize it's total crap. I seriously doubt I'll meet that 10 page requirement, but if I can get it to fall together that shouldnt be a problem as Sir Oca said. Off to eat now. Enough hunger-induced brainwaves for me today.
Thus spake Irish || 8:54 PM || 0 comments

Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Door to Door

There are a number of really pathetic things worth noting in this here blog. For one thing, I just read this article about a law that's supposed to lower the risk of sexual predators being active in suburban areas in America. Megan's Law, it's called. According to this law, when a convicted sexual predator is released from prison, it is mandatory that this information be made available to the public. Now that's all very well and good, after all one's right to privacy is forfeited when you violate a persons rights - I have no qualms with this. The way it is implemented in some states, however, is (to put it lightly) utterly stupid. In one particular state, as soon as you move into the neighborhood you are expected to go door to door, to inform said neighbors that you were in fact a convicted sex offender.

Oh but don't worry now, I've served my term. Fancy a cup of tea?
Thus spake Irish || 9:44 AM || 1 comments


Ohoo, I got this result again.

I took this quiz a long time ago. First I got Anti-social, the next time I took it , it was Schizoid.
Now I here we are again.


anti-social


Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
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I should probably doing something productive right now. Arg.
Thus spake Irish || 9:30 AM || 0 comments

Sunday, August 28, 2005
A Spoonful of Mortality

A batchmate of mine from highschool died this morning. I only just found out. I don't know her all that well, but she was my classmate when I was in 3rd year. She was too young. Just like Krizelle was too young. This kind of thing really depresses me, especially if I can recall encounters with them vividly. If there ever was such a thing as the worst possible moment to die, it's at this phase - I mean she was my age. I don't really want to brood over it so much, I'm not very good with dealing with this sort of thing, especially when it happens within my vicinity. I'd probably handle news of a suicide better but that's another matter entirely.

Her best friend is pretty broken up about it. And I keep thinking that it could've been anyone. Shit.

Rest in peace, Charmie.
Thus spake Irish || 11:49 PM || 0 comments

Friday, August 26, 2005
Far from sunny

Shit and a pot pie. I've been malfunctioning lately. Lackluster's my word of the week. I don't know what's wrong with me these days, I've suddenly lost my nerve or something. Imagine a sodden rag doll and that pretty much sums up my disposition. It's difficult to put a finger on what caused this sudden gloom to settle about my toes, but whatever the reason - it's done a pretty good job of trapping me in a state of lethargy.

Then again, I have a clue. But then it isn't a serious enough reason to turn me into a limp noodle. I tire of being in this less than sunny disposition. Right. The plan is, I run straight into the wall and when I come to, I shall be right as rain again. Or I could try something a little less extreme and just meditate and do a bit of yoga.
Thus spake Irish || 3:56 PM || 2 comments


Hearing disabilites

I woke up slightly earlier than usual to join my Lit group for meeting to plan our discussion report for Monday. I shouldn't have bothered, it made no difference because some people are too deaf to do their jobs properly.

I mean, how can anyone be so deaf? I would think that three people yelling "Para" would be enough to catch anyone's attention. Apparently I was laboring under a grave misapprehension. Now I don't know whether it was because the eejit driver was too absorbed in the Black Eyed Peas music he was playing or the fact that there was a great distance between us (it was an van turned fx)but that shouldnt really matter when people start to yell para simultaneously and alternately in progressively increasing volumes. When the driver's dense brain caught on, that took quite a while mind you, he dropped us off a considerable distance away from the stop. It took all my self control to restrain myself from yelling You deaf sonafabitch as I slammed the door.

I can't explain why, but that particular mishap just triggered me to feel especially angry. The whole thing was just so inexplicably stupid. As a policy, I try not to let inconsequential things bother me too much but today's jolly trip left me muttering profanities under my breath. For a fleeting moment I imagined grabbing the aforementioned moron by his neck and repeatedly driving a pick axe into his ears.

*Deflate* Phht. I'm feeling much better now though.
Thus spake Irish || 3:03 PM || 0 comments

Monday, August 22, 2005
This day reeks of defeat

If you only knew. I'm starting to think this investment isn't worth it. But it seems I am resigned to this disposition. ___? I think it might not even be beyond me anymore. I should very much like to throttle your neck, great dense prick that you are. I'd thank you to stop it, I've too much on my plate.

That would be something I doodled during a particularly boring class. Accurate enough. Just thought to mention it again.
And today was advisory mark giving day. I failed math and botany lecture. Big supreese. Eurgh.

A list of crap I'm to accomplish:
1. Investigatory Project (by tonight)*scratch that, its for Thursday
2. Study for Botany Long Test 2
[In all likelihood, i wont get any shut eye tonight. I'll sleep it off in the library tomorrow]
3. Print out Unusual Plant Pics
4. Math Hw
5. Disc. Leadership - "English" (next Monday)
6. CNF (Sept. 9)

Which means I should really stop blogging now. I'm off.
Thus spake Irish || 7:07 PM || 1 comments

Friday, August 19, 2005
Thursday Telly

Jin and Sun make such a lovely couple. Sweetness. Me and my mum bet that they'd kiss, and indeed they did. The nice thing about Lost is that most of the characters are likeable, with the exception of Jack, Kate and Shanon of course. Jack is so utterly dense. Dunce. Black pillar of smoke = bad, it wasn't that difficult to understand. But no, right now there isn't a truckload of proof so that's not our greatest concern... tch. Tell that to the dead French people. Then there's Kate, who screws up her life all for a useless trinket. There's a stroke of brilliance for you right there. And Shanon. Racist bitch, how dare she do that to Sayid? They should have killed her off instead of Boon. Fortunately there a decent characters to balance them out.

And as for the theories, I seriously doubt it's a government conspiracy; I'd be disapppointed if it were. It's something far more supernatural. I certainly hope they show the next season immediately after. In any case, it better not die like Carnivale. That would be a waste.
My whole family's into lost(My mom: Sawyer's hot), yay.

Meanwhile in the Appprentice...
I have this tendency to side with NetWorth (the company name blows, though), they would be the non-college graduates. The college graduates are such snots. Please, I'm in college, but that's no reason to look down on people who work their asses of just as hard. Besides, the salaries of the high school grads combined amounts to 3x more than their college counterparts.

Donald Trump is a strange biscuit.
Trump: Networth, because you thought big, your reward is also big. Your team gets a rid on my new helicopter. It's the best in the world. But for Magna, you have a meeting with me in the boardroom, where one of you will be fired.

At that point I half expected him to go, "You have a meeting with me in the boardroom, where someone will get fired. The Best kind of fired - Trump Fired."
That reminds me of this parody of him in Conan O'Brien, which goes along the lines of
Conan: Sir, I heard you're closing down one of your companies. That mean that thousands will be unemployed,
Trump: Yes Conan, that's right. And not only that, they'll be Trump Unemployed, the best kind of unemployment anywhere in the world.
Thus spake Irish || 12:06 PM || 1 comments

Thursday, August 18, 2005
Test

You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant. Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle. You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs. For you, comfort and calm are very important. You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection. You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.

Thus spake Irish || 5:17 PM || 0 comments


Where are the Flying Moose? Meese?

Steam-rollered by math midterms. I'll be lucky if I get half of them right. Can't say I didn't see that coming, though. And it seems as though I've hit a snag in my plan to stick-it-out-in ComTech-then-decide-whether-or-not-to-shift. Shifting requirements are audaciously high, you'll need a minimum qpi of 3.

Yet again I am to resort to winging it.

Ah well. Onto better things.
See this new template? It took forever to put up properly. I had to delete all the posts just to make them appear properly on a page. So after a few hours and a bit of a migraine later, here we are. I never was any good at html.

Almost done with the Irelaunde book. Celtic mythology is a fascinating thing. I shall explore it more when I happen on some free time. Which reminds me, I should also start learning the runes again. I found the rune cards that went with the book my brother gave me, it makes it easier to tell whether it should be read reversed or upright. Even if I don't learn them properly, it'll be an interesting read.

I have no idea whether Victoria and I are still to make the Invisible Monsters script. If you're lurking there, oh curly one - are you sure you don't want to? I realize the deadline's this Saturday (not to mention Fidelis's birthing day tomorrow)... It's just that it's such a waste of a good concept. Unless of course you want to put it off for the Ateneo Video Open?

My head is starting to pound (dumb template), time to rest.
Thus spake Irish || 2:54 PM || 1 comments


Idiota

If it's someone's idea of a joke, then I find it lacking in taste. I tire of being on the receiving end of pathetic text messages. Go away. Bugger off, get a life. Cringeworthy being the appropriate term here.

I've been getting these miscalls lately. It better not be from the same person.

I wouldn't be so edgy (or maybe I would be) about it had I not overheard this girl in the bathroom. She was hiding out in one of the stalls and talking to someone, saying something along the lines of 'He followed me here, he's right outside,'

I'd rather it were some sort of joke.
Thus spake Irish || 1:05 PM || 0 comments

Monday, August 15, 2005
From Delirium, bordering on Despair, to Despair, bordering on Destruction

Talk about a long day. That's two discussion leaderships, one long test, and graded recitation. DL for English was a disaster, Fiction was alright, had lots of time to spare - thankfully sir oca stuck his nose in and helped us kill time. Didn't get called for Filipino, luckily. I could barely understand some of the words. But a lot of the modern poems are pretty cool though, a number of them on the morbid side - very fascinating. There's one I want to translate and put up here when I have time - it's called "Aralin sa Kasaysayan 3 (Kung paano pumatay ng bata)," or "Lesson in History #3 (How to Kill a child)" It's supposed to reflect that time in the Japanese occupation, when they'd slaughter the babies of comfort women. It's a lot more interesting than the crap the traditional poems shoot.
Lala.
I wonder what happens when you fail a subject. It'll take a serious miracle for me to scrape a C for math. I'm such an idiot, I should've taken Basic Math, that way everything is discussed thoroughly. I'm really really scared. My midterms and the third long test have to be better, or all hope is lost.
Am beginning to wonder if I am cut out for my course. It's so shittin hard. There's so much math, which I'm absolute crap at.
Somebody please. Help.
Thus spake Irish || 1:06 PM || 0 comments

Saturday, August 13, 2005
Awww. Note how this post takes a downward spiral

Who loves us? Neil Loves us. I saw his blog entry about receiving his box of Philippine goodies. What a sweetling, he's even planning to do something special. Now that's fucking amazing. He's so generous, and though I've mentioned it to no end - exceeds expectations every damned time.
Meanwhile... I'm fucking amazing, I've managed to install my new modem all by me onesies - without getting electrocuted no less. I hope this cheap ass modem doesn't end up clogging my computer though. I should've listened to my brother and gotten an external, not made in China one. But now, I must study for my math long test and midterms. I should've started today but I had to buy Fidelis's present, as I have nay time to buy it this week. Screw it, if I fail my test, I'm blaming you, bitch :P And my math teacher. Who is, incidentally a plague unto society. No, seriously. She's always in a bad mood and seems to take perverse pleasure in critcizing our class. All that's left for her to do is call us stupid to our face, and I know for sure it isn't beyond her. Can you believe she compared us to dogs? Her exact words were "Mas mabuti pa yung aso eh, pagtinawag mo lumalapit." Translated, it means "Dogs are better, they come when they're called." Who the hell do you think you are? She doesn't fucking teach. And when no one answers in class (the way she asks is far from encouraging) she's all fine by me, we wont discuss it. And when someone does answer and it's wrong, she gives us this belittling look and tells us off - we ought to know that by now, she says. Disapponted my ass. How can anyone in their right minds be disappointed when they don't care enough to exert any effort in the first place? I feel sorry for her future spawn, they might end up as social invalids like her or worse.
I can't learn properly from her and it really irritates me because I'm pretty sure I'm failing.
Thus spake Irish || 1:11 PM || 0 comments