Saturday, October 29, 2005
A thorn in my heart

I want to cry. Well, not really. But I should. I've just run into someone who spells dying as dieing. What the fuck? I'm going to keel over. There's just no justifying it. It's an abomination. I can stomach it if you misspell a word like diarrhea, really. But it takes a real idiot to muck up dying. What. The. Hell. I'm now starting to regret accepting the new Furiae applicant.

What was I smoking?
Thus spake Irish || 8:40 PM || 2 comments


So.

Hello, puny human spawn.

In light of the severe boredom that has inflicted my person, I've decided to do something productive for my spirituality. I was watching a documentary about Mohammed (the prophet) a while ago, and I realized that it's right about time for me to finally commence with broadening my horizons, so to speak. In other words, I will be reading up on any and every religion I can possibly get my hands on. Or at least I will attempt to do so. No, I don't have any plans to convert. The thought hasn't occurred to me. The point of the whole thing is to be explore the other faiths out there and possibly gain some enlightenment. It shouldn't be too hard. My brother already has a wealth of that sort of material. I know for a fact he has several copies of the Bhagavad Gita, and even the Koran. Too bad I don't have access to a gnostic bible. Not yet at least. I think I'll start off with a handbook abbout Zen teachings.

Finally, I've something to occupy myself with.

One last thing - I've made mesself a tagboard. Yeah, I know the colors are weird. I was trying to color coordinate it dammit. I'll leave the ugsome colors alone for now. Lazy schmazy.
Thus spake Irish || 5:19 PM || 2 comments

Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Losing Momentum

Is a really frustrating thing, isn't it? Like for example, the slow arse way this stupid page would load so I could make a new entry. But nevermind that. It keeps happening, I just wanted to point out. And since I've entered something that seems to be a rather prolonged inclination to constant crabbiness, it doesn't exactly help lighten my mood. There will always be this one glitch that can throw everything off so that even if you do end up with an intended goal, the disposition to the matter isn't quite the same. I dont know what the hell I'm talking about. But I'm going to ramble on anyway because I feel like it and I'm ever so slightly deranged right now. Or always, I can't really be sure anymore.

For example - Lately, and by that I mean earlier this evening, I decided to revisit that old charcoal drawing set I was given. It comes with these nifty instructions which help you draw passable, if not decent charcoal drawings. There was this one thing I couldn't get over though, I couldn't find the masking tape which I needed for the sides of the drawing. I improvised but it was off-putting because everything went all sloppy. And I'm not exactly riveted to have to draw Lincoln. I mean, I would've chosen Beethoven, but it looked more complicated. Also weird is this mad compulsion for me to approach washing dishes with such precision. I've managed to create this very organized system of washing them. Yes, I'm unhinged, aren't I?

Ugh. I've managed to bore myself. Goodbye, I'm posting at Furiae.
Thus spake Irish || 11:08 PM || 0 comments

Monday, October 24, 2005
Not very coherent

Wallace and Gromit was effing hilarious. I'm not entirely sure kiddies should watch it for a number of reasons. Some subtle (and not so subtle) undertones. Funny though. And they should change the title to Gromit. He's the only competent character. And he's adorable. Poor thing, his vegetable was squashed.

Hmm. If Wallace is the wererabbit, then shouldn't Furiae's wereworm have a... person behind it? Or not. But that would be interesting.

On a different note, random blog hopping can produce good results on occasion. I managed to accidentally find an old classmate's blog - Kat Alcantara. (Thus the linky)Isn't that amazering? And I even got a special mention there because I'm cool and Kat is awful sweet.

Speaking of running into paulinians, the triumvirate ran into Dawn and her sister today outside Powerbooks. And I saw Nica on my way home. Not to mention random students (whom I didnt know) dressed in St. Paul garb.

I wish I'd bought that Marvel 1602 thingam or Arkham. But I didn't for some reason. Oh well. At least I got Good Omens, which I shall now read. Huzzah.

Gromit rocks.
Thus spake Irish || 7:30 PM || 0 comments

Friday, October 21, 2005
Morpheus

I was checking one of Neil's older blog entries that had something to do with Michael Zuli painting the last Daniel. Seeing as I don't like Daniel (Morpheus is the undisputed Dream King, dammit)I rummaged around in Zuli's website for his last painting of Morpheus.

It's sweet. Here we go.


I also wanted to link this comic Neil made all by his onesies about Emperor Heliogabolus . The man can draw. There's this really nice drawing of a crocodile too. The comic gets, um, weird at some point but in an interesting sort of way (especially page 13). Check it out here.
Thus spake Irish || 4:42 PM || 1 comments

Monday, October 17, 2005
Things. Stuff. Garble.

For random passers-by, you may very well be wondering why the hell I'm bitching about posting in the dark - my brother took over my room(the two vacant rooms are filled with stuff) and he was sleeping. There.

But on to more relevant things.

Like oh, say things I've been pondering. In no particular order they go like this:
1. Yesterday we passed by that bus stop where someone snatched mum's bracelet. I could've sworn I saw the same man who did it. Can't be sure.
2. You see the most interesting things while searching for apartments with one' brother. Like signs for motels which advertise their cheap hotel rates - "for quickie time" *Snigger* Lordy Lou.
3. Ever since we discussed that story for Fil - Fastfood, I don't feel very inclined to have a summer job at a fastfood chain anytime soon. Experience schmerience. A call center thingy wont work either as you'll have to be trained... blah. Hayan gave me something to think about though. Tutoring. Obviously math is out of the question. Basic english, perhaps? I shall mull it over.
4. I had strange theories as a child. There was the time I believed that ants came from food crumbs. I could never work out why they'd eat their future selves.
5. Everyone seems to be hellbent on getting me out of this country. I have this suspicion that they're trying to fix me applications to study abroad. Um... as much as I'd like to get out of this hellpit, I think I want to finish studying here first. If anyone's bothering to listen. (I highly doubt that)
6. I'm lazy. I should really finish rewriting Morrigan's bio. I'll get around to it.
7. I seem to be incapable of writing about anything remotely profound here. Oh well. Don't feel like it. Mebbe some other time.
8. I've recently rediscovered one of my favorite short stories. It's called "Ten Thousand Easters at the Vatican" by Jessica Zafra. It goes that the world decides to ban lying, which results in the world's end. It figures, doesn't it?
9. As one may have figured out by now, I'm a sucker for lists. Incidentally, I didn't plan to have ten items here, but here we are anyway.
10. During this break, I intend to explore the interesting concept of "knees the size of hubcaps."

That's pretty much it. x_x
Thus spake Irish || 11:37 AM || 0 comments


Posting in the dark. Literally.

Had a semi-traumatizing experience a while ago. It involved a long, too narrow alley, the dark and coke (the drink). Pizza goes well with coke. Coke was running low. I stepped out to buy some from the store and they didn't have any so I was directed to the eskinita thingam and I was assured it would be quite safe. They must have been off their rockers. It was friggin dark. For all I knew I could have been accosted by muggers and kanto boys. But I wanted coke so I put faith into the testimonies of mister store owner man and helpful little boy.

Cramped. Too narrow. Very dark. Long.

I'm a sissy that way. But I surveeeved. I am a fortress, I shall not break. Yeah.

Oh, and Kuya Russ is camping out here for a while. He still hasn't found an apartment, poor thang. I went with him today to check out this one place. Iffy. The place was as craptacular as its name was nice - International Terrace.

I shall continue the rest tomorrow. Too dark, dammit.
Thus spake Irish || 12:17 AM || 2 comments

Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Sail away. Sail away.

The ship has officially sailed. Or at least, it's sailing. I decided that today. I didn't even realize it until I thought about the encounter a bit more. And having reflected on it, I have no doubts whatsoever. I thought it would be a sad thing, but it isn't really. In fact, it's rather happy. I don't need it. Not my loss, is it?
Thus spake Irish || 6:01 PM || 0 comments

Sunday, October 09, 2005
I'm allergic to finals week

Always have been. My nose is drippy, I've scraped my knee, got a cankersore and I have my period. It's a sign, I tell you. This is something Amirah shared with me. Paints an accurate picture, I think.


Thus spake Irish || 7:34 PM || 2 comments

Friday, October 07, 2005
It was bound to happen sometime

The presence of rain made me aware of that possibility. At the back of my mind, I knew it could only be a matter of time. Water makes things slippery. Slippery means Irish could very well slip and crack her head on the pavement.

I'm walking to the fx and the next thing I know the ground was pulled out from under me. Minimal damage. I vaguely remember throwing my hand out and landing on my knee. Said knee is nursing a rather raw looking scrape. Embarrassing, yes - but slipping in front of people can only be bothersome for a few moments. After that, I thought, "Hell, that wasn't so bad." Until several more moments later I started to feel it sting. It hurt like a sonafabitch. I have now cleaned it and it hurts considerably less. Owie.

And in other news, I miraculously managed to pass the long test on logarithms. Now if I can only manage to get a decent grade for the finals. Shitto. Maybe I should shift. The horrendous math will only pull my grades down. *twiddles fingers *

After listening to Fidelis' Gorillaz cd (for the umpteenth time), I've decided that I absolutely must buy one. Me likey. I'd burn it, except that the cd has horrid horrid copy control technology. Wah. At least I know it'll be worth it.

I shall savor this tranquil moment for now. This is the calm between the storm. I'll be off to fight the good fight soon.
Thus spake Irish || 7:45 PM || 0 comments

Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Lally lally. Return of the Cuckoo.

I just saw the cutest dog since Chester. It looked exactly like him except the dog was brownish and Chester was white all over, save for his black earses. It rode on the jeep. Cute widdle puppy. *squish*

Yes. You might have noticed that my mind is turning into jelly. This week is rated R for Really Effing Craptacular. I've got so much work piled up on me, I can hardly keep up. I'm being buried alive... argh.

To top that off, I've Kids with Guns stuck in my head. Damn you Gorillaz. Or not. Maybe I shouldn't have played it three times in a row, huh?

Kids with guns. Kids with guns. Taking over. I wont be long. They're mesmerized skeletons. Kids with guns. Kids with guns.
Thus spake Irish || 4:46 PM || 0 comments

Monday, October 03, 2005
Tch.

Yeah, you're nice and everything, but I've recently decided that you are, in fact, an asshole. Don't believe everything you hear.
Thus spake Irish || 3:28 PM || 0 comments