Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Must Learn to Zip my Howling Screamer

There's a reason why I don't talk religion with my father. He has this tendency to be zealously one sided when it comes to his religion, again owing to his upbringing from days of old. It was way back when the Oracion, the 6 o'clock prayer was practiced religiously - which basically means that should any of them missed it by one fraction of a second, they are given a slight flogging, or something to that effect. This may very well account for my father's conservative and rather rigid religious views.

I, on the other hand have something of a liberal take on religion. I like to think of it as being "Spiritually Promiscuous." My idea of it is incorporating other ideas of religion and taking them to supplement my own religous world views. Owing to Roman Catholicism being egregiously flawed, it's the most sensible recourse I should say.

One of my philosophies (possibly blasphemous) is that all (or most) religions utlitmately worship the same God, even some polytheistic ones. Because the world is spread out and divided by geography, race, culture, etc., it is simply impossible to have one religion. Therefore people came to create religions for themselves, most of which are supported by manifestations of their god or gods. Considering the infintely different world views, it is understandable that their set of beliefs are projected in equally diverse ways, thus the emergence of different religions. While the a good deal of the belief systems vary radically (while some are even contrasting), we cannot deny that some religous principles are inherently universal.
It then becomes a matter of perception.

Yeah yeah, ranty rant. Anyway, that was my condensed version of it - I shan't delve into it too deeply now for I'm in danger of sending my brain into overdrive (Calculus is next, you see?)

In short, me having this inclusivist/pluralist/syncretist mindset generates a considerable amount of friction between me and my father every time we happen to touch that subject. I should know better by now that to debate with him about it is just about as wonderful and productive as shooting my toes off(wtf?). The next time he starts with the familiar 'I pray for your brother to return to God...' bull, I should stuff my fist in my mouth. It's hard to resist though, when I know that my Kuya Russ is perfectly content with being Hindu.
And since when has tolerating other religions been tantamount to turning on your own? Blar.
Thus spake Irish || 9:21 AM || 1 comments

Saturday, January 21, 2006
Irish *hearts* Jerome

He's SO adorable. I believe I was able to extract a grand total of 12 kisses from him tonight. And hugs. Lots of hugs too. Such a sweet darling poppet. He wuvs me, yes he does. He even asked me to come home with him, aww.

I speak of none other than my ickle little three-year old cousin (actually the son of my cousin, whaddya call those?). He's been waddling around the house since a while ago, and during that time I've been his rocking chair cushion bestower of fart kisses* and other such ridiculous things.

Ah, my squishee.

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* - Does not involve flatulence of any sort, just blowing against fatty flesh and making farting sounds. Is more amusing than it sounds. I couldn't think of a proper name for it, you see?
Thus spake Irish || 11:54 PM || 0 comments


Red. Or maybe Purple. Or maybe Red.

I want to dye my hair purple. Seriously. I want to do something bizarre and remarkably stupid just because I have nothing better to do. Then there's also the fact that this is the perfect time to do it because this is the age wherein I am entitled to do stupid things, that way I can 1.)look back on it one day and have a good laugh and 2.)not be obliged to commit stupidity at a given age where I'll regret it.

Okay, I originally wanted it red but I saw purpled people (not the permanent kind of dye) and I decided on a whim that I should like to deface my head with that color instead. Or I might change my mind yet, I'm peckish that way.

Unfortunately, there is a flaw in my great plan - parental approval, which I regretfully need to secure as I share the same household with them. Bleh. I've already pitched the idea playfully to them and predictably, they gave me that have-you-lost-your-mind? look and a big fat NO. Boo. Ugh, my parents can be close minded sometimes, 'specially my father. Now my father's great and all, but I swear he's from the same generation of the dinosaurs so he holds some stiff world views. And I quote, "What? You're going to die your hair purple? That's for weirdos!"

Jeeeez.

Red's a nice color too, though. Maybe that'll make it more agreeable. But speaking realistically, it's unlikely that anybody's going to be see me sporting a different hair color any time soon because of the reasons stated above and because my cousin's wedding is coming and I don't think he'd appreciate me showing up looking like Delirium. Ain't that a pity?

But you wait. One day, dammit.

In other news, I dropped by the SPCP fair. Hah, I didn't miss the hellhole at all. Nothing changed much, 'cept for the new computer terminal place they built around the rotonda and that blasted tree. How... quaint. It looked like a small chapel crossed with Metrobank. I believe that's where the old computer club's camped out; I didn't go in though, why bother when Ateneo's got free comlabs (Booya). Ran into a bunch of alumni and old teachers. Ms. Castilla is as freaky as ever, I saw Mrs. Gavino who was super nice and gave me a hand squeeze and so did Ms. Hernandez (whose name I forgot for a second. I almost called her Ms. Research. Whoops.) There were also other creepy characters...(hackSirVelardehack). I also evaded capture because either the girl was super nice or that she didn't have enough balls to mess with the alumni. Yeah.
((Breaking news: This just in -- Surprise visit or as I like to call it - AMBUSH! by a shitload of my relatives. Yep, the sort that travel in barangays. Noise pollution's suddenly turned up. Not healthy))

Anyway--
Oh, and I got myself a henna like I always do, and it's nice and purty but this stupid biatch rubbed against it and now its kinda smeared. Well, it wasn't really her fault but now its all smudged. Nevermind, I can pass it off as 'Spider being blown away by wind.' We (Fidelis and I) ran into Chi chi who was nice enough to let us cut the line (Mwahaha) for the Octopus. I always ride the Octopus. It's like a ritual. Attending an otherwise funky fair must always include a good old ride on that rickety piece of junk. It actually brings about great fun, which explains why rode it twice. I didn't stick around that long, and I forgot to buy disappearing ink (pity, as I was supposed to spray random people wth it come Monday) and I wasn't able to reincarnate Bob in his bubble person form. Aww. I did get a really nice Jack Skellington ID accessory though. I luff it.

Right. I can't think straight because of all this noise. I'm going to go terrorize my cousins now. It's cheek-squishin' time. Hehe.
Thus spake Irish || 8:42 PM || 2 comments

Tuesday, January 17, 2006
I'm doped up on these damn quizzes

Your 2005 Song Is
Feel Good Inc by Gorillaz

"Love forever love is free.
Let's turn forever you and me."

In 2005, you were loving life and feeling no pain.

Your Eyes Should Be Hazel
Your eyes reflect: Intellect and sensuality

What's hidden behind your eyes: Subtle manipulation

You Are Apple Pie
You're the perfect combo of comforting and traditional
Those who like you crave security

You Have a Choleric Temperament
You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.
Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.
You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.

You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.
Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.
You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.

At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.
Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.
A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.
Thus spake Irish || 4:16 PM || 0 comments

Monday, January 16, 2006
Down with the sickness

Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me (not relevant)
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Mad-ness has now come over me

Shit. I do so hate being sick. I've had this cold for months and now a cough has decided to join it. What a lovely time, it chose the start of semi-hell week. I knew I should've stayed home today. I feel bad for Sir O though.

Excuse me while I stuff myself with cough drops.
Thus spake Irish || 6:21 PM || 0 comments

Friday, January 13, 2006
So I lied

I told myself that the old template was adorkable and I wouldn't change it until I was sick of looking at it. But I couldn't help it. People have been making their blogs over right left and center. So I decided see what the fuss is all about and go on to check out templates for kicks. For the record, I never would've changed my beloved Evil Genius layout if I hadn't seen this little trinket. So there - I fell for the bait hook, line and sinker.

I'm still saving the old one though. It was muchly kickass.

Oh and by the way ~ HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13th! Woot.
Thus spake Irish || 6:58 PM || 1 comments

Thursday, January 12, 2006
Oh look, a blurry photo.

Trait snapshot from a quiz:

clean, likes large parties, outgoing, makes friends easily, optimistic, positive, social, high self control, traditional, assertive, rarely irritated, self revealing, open, finisher, high self concept, controlling, rarely worries (not all the time), tough, likes to stand out, does not like to be alone(this is not always true), semi neat freak, fearless, dominant, trusting, organized, resolute, strong, practical, craves attention(i protest), adventurous, hard working, respects authority(?), brutally honest, realist(heeeey), altruistic

I've crossed out the least likely ones. And the others are quite open to dispute as well. Nyah.
Thus spake Irish || 8:51 PM || 2 comments

Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Do yOU need a word that means rED and GReen at the saME time? @___@

The era of the hell-a-funny Judo Cornucopia of (mostly manly) love is at an end. Indeed, we've started with sparring, which in my opinion is a largely fancy word for 'git down and dirteh wrestling like ogres on the ground'. Although this is likely because we haven't learned the proper technique. For the record, I really was paying attention when coach was showing us the moves, but fir chrissakes his demo guy wasn't squirming around like a worm with an itch under him. It's harder when your opponent is bucking around beneath thee, I say. So basically, you can imagine that we pretty much resorted to brute force and rather awkward manhandling. A pity, as it was never really my forte.

Needless to say, it involved a lot of desperate shoving and many strange positions which I don't recall Coach teaching us. Oh, and let's not forget that wonderful thing called sweat. I was left feeling like a steamed siopao in the first round. Boo. I'll admit that it was hell amusing in an exhausting sort of way. (Not to mention the fact that I pinned whatsherface down several times. Woot, I don't suck after all).

I miss fencing though. It was hot, and sticky but it was fun. Less contact. I somehow prefer getting jabbed by the foils than getting pinned down and rolled around.At any rate, I should, uh, look over some form of manual as I have no intention of having my ass handed to me. And I shall bring extra shirts. And water. Overpriced 20 buck vendo Coke outside makes a poor substitute for water.

Ugh. I feel like abused jello.

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On a different, yet happy note - we found out today that that thing that was wrong with father's prostate is benign, and he does not have cancer after all. Huzzah. Thank God. *Does a happy dance*
Thus spake Irish || 7:20 PM || 0 comments

Sunday, January 01, 2006
Oomf. Arg. Eek!

Firetruckin hell. The New Year is a sneaky bastard, yes it is. Either that or I'm remarkably dense. It snuck up on me, I swear.

Me (minutes before midnight): *Lalalala* *Blinks* *Ogles at clock* Holy shite. NEW YEAR's coming! Run for cover!
Thus spake Irish || 7:39 PM || 0 comments