Friday, September 30, 2005
A truth if there ever was one

"Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from a religious conviction."
- Blaise Pascal
Thus spake Irish || 9:45 PM || 0 comments


Siphoning off my lunacy

I spent half of lunch time trying to reason with Hayan about bringing her new puppy to school on Monday. While the idea was fairly amusing, I explained that keeping a dog in one's bag for the whole day is tantamount to murder. Not to mention the fact that it would have to shit, piss (and possibly puke) sometime. I'm not sure if I managed to talk some sense into her... I suppose I'll see her on Monday.

Something I've only acknowledged now - College Filipino is a lot more sensible than the moralistic garbage they kept cramming down our throats in high school. It's more thought provoking and our choice of material is bolder, stranger and (usually) disturbing. And that's saying something because I never really thought to appreciate Filipino literature. A good lot of them have won my respect though. It's still a bitch to read them, but that's okay.

Also in relation to the subject, my group had to film a short sketch from the story we're supposed to report on. It was a one character thing so we drew lots to see who'd play Benilda. You guessed it, I had the misfortune of drawing it so I had to don just about the fugliest frilly lace nightgown in the history of humanity. Eeew.
For the record, I don't pull off a very good scared face... I end up looking angry. At least only sir will see it. I actually feel sorry for him x_X

Oh and one more thing - Our thoughts don't have periods. Fancy that.
Thus spake Irish || 6:54 PM || 0 comments

Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Articles I, II, III, IV, and V

I.
Find it funny eh? I sure as hell don't think so. You have some nerve taking that condescending tone with me. I don't recall anyone putting you in charge... Oh, right - you just like to boss people around and harp about their faults. Tch.

I wouldn't normally be so upset but there's something about that message (believe me it's effing clear) that just struck me as stuck up. There's a tone to it. I'd expound further, but I'm just too busy to be pissed right now.
And just one more thing - your ideas are hackeneyed and tasteless. Eurgh.

II.
Totally unrelated. Charlene, I'm sure you understand what I mean. There is someone I want to kick. But then I also don't. Maybe I can do both? x_X

III.
Oh curly one has led me to discover what jgsom students might liken to the room of requirement. Exclusive com labs for us. Perrrfect.

IV.
Yayness for Bodi. He's been actively participating in Furiae and even plugged us. Woohoo. This calls for dog biscuits. And the Triumvirate's stamp of approval.

V.
At this moment, I feel like Delirium of the Endless. (Down the road I go. I am following my fishie. La la laaa. Because my fish knows where to go...)
Thus spake Irish || 10:10 PM || 1 comments

Monday, September 26, 2005
I seem to have lost my mind. Million dollar reward to anyone who finds it.

I must be losing my mind. Horrible math lectures tend to do that to a person. See, at some point during our discussion on logarithm properties or whatever I stopped comprehending and instead busied myself with building a tower of liquid paper residue. Sad strange creature I be.

Oh, that and the Intact people gave us fake lollies. Imagine semi-hardened Fruitella on a stick. Yeah.

Garumph. And I can't exactly think of anything remotely interesting except that want to sleep. Sleep lots.
Thus spake Irish || 7:50 PM || 0 comments

Thursday, September 22, 2005
Ranty rant goes my pants

Owing to the sudden extension of my Fil paper I felt obligated to post something entirely nonsensical because I'm in a good mood. Math can wait. And yes, I see that last statement backfiring already.

Today I had a craptacular migraine and therefore skipped Botany. Two cuts so far but they were reporting days so that's equivalent to double cut. Now I have a grand total of 6 cuts then. Woohoo, at least I used them well.
The round robin bouts for fencing are over. I fought a total of 10, with 5 losses and 5 wins. Not bad all things considered. Although if we had more competent referees and side judges I'm quite sure I would've scored more points. I fought Abi today and ended up accidentally hitting each other in the nether regions. It didn't really hurt; either her jabs weren't strong or I'm impervious to pain. It was another story when I hit her though. My strong arm strikes again. I injured myself twice today - the first time was because of my stupid mask and the second was either due to too much friction with the foil handle thing or I got scraped by my opponent. The details arent exactly clear to me. Apart from winning that last bout I also lost some skin on my finger. Just a little bit.

Anywhoozles, I shall link new Furiae just for kicks. And because this mamzelle has just realized that she has a particularly irritating lump of math gunk to finish up, she's wrapping it up and going avay.
Thus spake Irish || 7:22 PM || 0 comments

Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Procrastination at its finest

I'm popping by shortly to save this thang from stagnation. I should really be working on that stupid Filipino mapanuring papel, but I just don't know how to start it off.
Hahahahahaha. For the first time in the history of my college life (yeah, I'm that lame)I scraped a grade slightly higher than a pathetic D on a math long test. A C+ may not be much to other people, but realize that for a person such as myself it is a rare gem in the arid land that is Ma11. On the downside, I can barely understand a thing now. Logarthims never sat well with me and it hasn't changed. Even Hayan's having trouble which isn't a good thing as I was hoping she could help me understand. That big bellied crab better not give birth during the sembreak - her substitute was so much better.

Fencing finals on Sunday. Let's see, 4 losses and 3 wins so far. Tch. Sir shouldn't have bullied me into that last match, else it would have been a good day to walk away with two wins. Lost horribly, she (can't keep track)had better reflexes. I, idiota extraodinaire, should've defended myself better and moved more. Ah well. What I lack in speed and light-footedness I make up for in strength of my attacks. A strong arm, so the people I end up bruising tell me. Whoopsie.
It's irritating though, if we lose in the first round in the finals, we'll get a D. Tch. Sucks to that.

I am currently suffering right now, thanks to two godawful cankersores situated comfortably on the left side of my tongue. It hurts like a bastard, especially because I have trouble with a molar on the right side and have to chew on the left side. I had pain for breakfast. It was actually fish but all I could taste was pain. What effing loverly timing too.

Off I go. Work I must.
Thus spake Irish || 7:01 PM || 0 comments

Saturday, September 17, 2005
Featuring: How I Almost Got Run Over And Other Stories

Yesternight on my merrye way home, I was crossing the street when this motorcycle hurtling at breakneck speed almost ran into me as he was speeding along. He didn't even honk his horn (do motorcycles have them? because they should) to warn me. Fucker. I didn't even realize that my mortality was in peril until I looked up to see a motor tearing up the ground I was about to walk on. Strangely enough I wasn't that alarmed. Am I just weird this way? I was scared to death when some robber ripped the bracelet right off my mum's wrist but utterly unperturbed by the fact that a mere step away I would've been crushed by a speeding hunk of metal
That's screwed up.

Funny question for the day. I was helping my brother call some apartments he's interested at looking at;
This one woman goes: Dalawa kayo?
Me: Opo (I was about to add that it was for my brother and his friend but she cuts me off)
Woman: Sino kasama mo? Asawa mo?

Lol. This is even better than the time someone called me sir and the time someone paused briefly to ask me if I was male or female. My phone voice must be very strange indeed.

And I don't really have anything else of interest to say. Except that I'm coming dangerously close to not giving a shit about a particular human being. Haha. This makes me very very happy.
Thus spake Irish || 2:27 PM || 0 comments

Thursday, September 15, 2005
Amusing finds

Waha. Much good comes from wandering around aimlessly on the net when one should be doing something else. An example of which is happening upon a loverly new webcomic to pore over for example. I found it whilst trawling for nice research topics: It's called Fetus-X

More info to be found on www.fetusx.com

And here's something sweet by Neil and Dave.

Yep. A nice cheer-upper for a person who's just been walking around with wet squelchy shoes in the cold incessant rain while in much pain because of the second day of her period.
Thus spake Irish || 6:15 PM || 0 comments

Wednesday, September 14, 2005
My Clandestine Post

I have a secret post. Of course the problem with secret posts are, well, that they're secret. Why do I bother mentioning it? I don't know. I really wanted to post it, see? But because it entails a conflict of interest (of sorts), I have decided that I shall just keep it to myself. I was actually thinking of making it a cryptic post, but I'd rather not risk it. Anyway, I shall store it in my secret journal for my viewing pleasure. Here's a teeny excerpt though: You are a farting idiot, you great gormless pillock. Yay. That's all I can spare.

Now for something completely unrelated; my great urge to throw something at my math teacher striketh again. It isn't my fault some careless person decides to leave their phone open during an exam. Three different phones beeped while we were taking the long test, two people admitted to having left their phones open; one incosiderate prick did not. Now our prof is threatening to deduct ten points from everyone because of one hack. I'm not joking this time, if she so much as touches my grade for that test I will report her to the ADSA. This was supposed to be the test where I scrape a passable grade. She has absolutely no right to do that.

But an old new thought for the day: It isn't healthy to be resentful and I don't have any intention of wasting my energies on inconsequential slights.

With some exceptions. But I don't like to keep them too long. It's just too much baggage. I'm not exactly riveted by the image of a murky cesspit of bitterness and rage.
Thus spake Irish || 7:23 PM || 0 comments

Monday, September 12, 2005
Lonely little petunia in an onion field.

I slept at 3 in the morning trying to lessen the craptacular mess that was CNF. I number among the ranks of the walking dead,hoo hoo. It could've been better, but I have the uncanny ability to muck things up when I get panicky. Fuckity. Now I shall grab this horrid memory by its scrawny neck and stuff it away. The storm has passed.

Other meaty tidbits worth mentioning include something Hayan was recounting to me a while back about this family of artists. I think I've heard of them before. I'm referring to the Blanco family. Even the children were able to capture a photographic likeness on a big canvas. The parents, their children and their children's children. Now that's what I call unfair. Such talent should be distributed to the rest of the world, dammit. Then again that's probably just me being bitter. I'm 17 and I draw like crap.

Not making much sense. I'm taking a well-deserved nap now.
Thus spake Irish || 5:28 PM || 0 comments

Saturday, September 10, 2005
Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair

Well, not really. I'll just be coming awful close to it. I haven't been near St. Paul in ages. How goes that murky hellpit, I wonder? It seems as though I'll be passing by on my way to Ultra because of the fencing tourney requirement for pe. Pssh.

And I no longer feel uber crappy. Still patchy around the edges (and maybe a bit delirious), but that's okay.

On a happier note, good old FURIAE will rise again after a long long long sabbatical. Ickyvae has yet to put up the new board. And as promised, I shall tend to it as often as humanly possible. Thank goodness for the Ateneo com labs. Most unfortunately, I haven't managed to convince her that I really shouldn't be the Warden. So Warden I be again, and an inadequate one at that. I'll kill off Sangria or say she was released on good behavior(?), maybe keep Morrigan and maybe create a new Warden. (OUT!OF!MUD!)

I haven't roleplayed in eons though. Oh well.
Thus spake Irish || 12:24 PM || 2 comments

Friday, September 09, 2005
I'm feeling...

Despondent. Strangely Hopeful. Like an idiot. Desperate. Unimaginative. Desperate. Contemplative. Weird. Frazzled.

Strangely hopeful.

Fuck you, Creative Non-fiction.
Thus spake Irish || 6:07 PM || 0 comments

Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Fire and brimstone, Whee!

I must be crazy, but today was actually a good day. You'd think that my CNF, a math quiz, and a Filipino long test, not to mention lack of sleep would be enough to darken my day. That and I started out my day in Ateneo picking flowers in the nature walk like a lunatic. Stupid Botany Lab.

But it wasn't so bad. Sir extended the deadline for CNF, which (mostly) made my day, sad little bugger that I am. I also managed to answer the math quiz correctly, which is a first. A-hoo. And I don't think I heinously screwed up the first part of the Filipino long test.
Yep. Not a bad haul, all things considered.

I can't help but think that things'll go downhill soon. It always happens. Looks like my weekend's going to be completely booked. Let's see - I have to 1)do botany shit 2)watch a fencing tourney 3)finish my cnf 4)watch a play 5)shtudy fer math long test 6)fun run(?) Victoria, if you're reading this, did you sign us up? I don't know if I can because of that stupid fencing requirement

Now if I can just stay in high spirits for a bit longer...
Thus spake Irish || 6:25 PM || 1 comments

Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Animals are made for the slaughter

It's a reality everyone should know by now. Unfortunately, it seems that we need to put up a honking big neon sign for those who are too blind to realize otherwise. Somebody handed Fidelis this flyer entitled Vegetarianism and Christianity. Needless to say we spent the rest of the afternoon having a good laugh over it. As if the psychotic fundamentalists and televangelist of the Catholic Church weren't enough... We now have to add a becrazed group to their number, a pack of vegetarians out to convert the heathen carnivores.

It's never going to happen, buckos.

Animals were put here on this plain to sustain us, it's the natural order of things. An animals first instinct is to survive and feed itself using all the means necessary. The most ridiculous statement I saw went something like "Animals have feelings to. They feel love, anger, pain..." Funny, for the longest time my old religion teachers have maintained that humans are the most complex life forms. They were right on this point. We humans are capable of thinking and feeling; we have the ability to rationalize things. Animals act on instinct - they do not think and feel as we do in the truest sense of those words.

"Every year over 8 billion chickens are in danger of ending up in fast food chains like McDonalds and KFC"
Oh big whoop. And tell me, if we don't end up eating the 8 billion chickens, what exactly are we to do with them, give them away as pets? In fact, if we didn't eat our livestock our population would be overrun with them by now. We kill and eat them to produce balance in our ecosystem, just like lions keep the antelope population in check. Too many antelopes = depletion of grass lands > It's a domino effect. I will be deeply impressed if one of these PETA vegetarian advocates can manage to convert a starving lion to vegetarianism.

And plants are made out of cells, which technically means they're alive. They also respond to stimuli - haven't we all heard that talking encouragingly to a plant can help it grow better. Wouldn't that make harvesting them for consumption tantamount to murder as well? Gasp.

"Vegetarianism as a solution to world hunger"
And I'm a grand matador. We can barely produce enough food for everyone as it is, removing poultry, meat, fish and whatnot would only make things worse. And has it ever occurred to them that not every corner of this earth can yield crops to sustain everyone?

Vegetarianism is healthy without a doubt. I'm not saying that it's a bad thing, it's just that this particular group is making this such a crusade. The flyer is so blatantly one sided. What disgusts me is when people force their beliefs onto a person. It's like bullying a devout Buddhist to accept Catholicism - it's a slap in the face.

"If slaugherhouses had windows, we'd all be vegetarians by now"
Speak for yourself. I have to nourish myself somehow, and a display of blood spattering wont be enough to sway me or thousands of other people out there.


I think the most sensible argument they put up on the flyers was that certain butchering techniques are inhuman. Hot blades for ripping off chicken's beaks and scalding them while they're still alive and other such gruesome practices. Since that's one of their main concerns, they should rally for that instead of taking an offensive on something we know isn't going to change anytime soon.

This reminds me of one of Neil Gaiman's short stories called Babycakes. What creeps me out the most is that this isn't beyond our capacity to do.
Here's a snippet:
A few years back all the animals went away. We woke up one morning, and they just weren't there anymore. They didn't even leave us a note, or say good-bye. We never figured out quite where they'd gone.
We missed them.
Some of us thought that the world had ended, but it hadn't. There just weren't any more animals. No cats or rabbits, no dogs or whales or fish in the seas, no birds in the skies.
We were all alone. We didn't know what to do.
We wandered around lost, for a time, and then someone pointed out that just because we didn't have animals anymore, that was no reason to change our lives. No reason to change our diets or to cease testing products that might cause us harm.
After all, there were still babies.
Babies can't talk. They can hardly move. A baby is not a rational, thinking creature.
We made babies.
And we used them.
Thus spake Irish || 4:51 PM || 1 comments

Monday, September 05, 2005
I bother myself sometimes

Me and Hayan were heading for the caf and while we were passing through a flight of narrow stairs, this guy's lumpy bag rammed into my elbow. After a few seconds it occurred to me to say ouch, more to myself than to anyone really. In retrospect, it sounded really bitchy of me and I rather regret saying it at all. The guy promptly uttered an apology, making me feel even worse. I ended up sounding like one of those whiny, overbearing bitches. St. Paul was a haven for these spoiled brats. I'm reminded of this one instance where I accidentally stepped on this girl's skirt (or something to that effect) - I don't think she heard me say sorry; the next thing I know she's flashing me this surly look which clearly read, apologize to me. When I ignored the obvious hint, she followed this up with a biting "Sorry, ha."

People like that bother me immensely. And for the record, I am not like that.

On a funnier note, we had a cross-dressing extravaganza for Lit class. It's highly entertaining to watch men don skirts and um... improvised breast implants. I still say Justin should've won Ms. M03. Ah well, I suppose Mok shall do us proud.

Girly girls and manly men, Manly girls and girly men.

I have a new obsession - Yogurt Jelly, or Frugurts. I particularly like the strawberry, peach and orange ones. Must resist temptation. Must not finish my stash.
...
Ah, what the hell.
Thus spake Irish || 4:35 PM || 2 comments

Saturday, September 03, 2005
Me bored

You are the Justice card. Justice preserves the harmony of the world. Working with opposite forces, Justice does not seek to criticize or condemn but rather to accept. The idea behind the card justice is that opposite forces are complementary; you could not have good without evil or light without darkness. Justice's position is to make sure that if a thing is out of balance, the weight of its energy is realigned with its opposite force. This card is also a card of humour, for it is in pointing out contrary positions that humour is often found. The attitude that is found in the humourous person, being able to shift perspective and flow with an instinct, is important in the maintenance of good balance. Image from The Blue Moon Tarot Deck. http://www.themysticeye.com/pics/bluemoon.htm


Which Tarot Card Are You?
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Your _Expression Number is 1

You have the skills to be a top executive or businessperson. But first you must develop your natural capacity to be a good leader. You are truly original - with a creative approach to life and a very sharp mind. You reach for the sky, and you have the potential to reach it. Assertive and straight forward, you have little need for supervision. You are self-confident, self-reliant, and courageous in your convictions. While you sometimes fear loneliness, you prefer to be left alone. A bit self centered, you may be hard to live with at times. You also have a strong dominant streak - which can push others away at times.

And this is just strange:



Jolly good, wot! Anyone for tennis? That'll be ten ponies, guv. You're the epitome of everything that is english. Yey :) Hoist that Union Jack!

How British are you?

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You are burning


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Now back to work I go. Tch.
Thus spake Irish || 5:48 PM || 0 comments

Friday, September 02, 2005
While I wasn't looking

Seemed so long ago since I posted about Bo Bice. I've been trawling through some stuff when I happened upon several interesting developments. The poor thing has been suffered through several mishaps (inluding geetting married, in my opinion ^_^). He broke his foot during one show, had a run in with a truck, and recently needed to undergo an operation for his intenstines. Damn. But according to the sources, he's recovering now.

Go, Bo!
Thus spake Irish || 7:31 PM || 0 comments