Friday, June 30, 2006

Hello. Hello, I am Irish. Hello, I am Irish and my tongue has funny ridges on the sides. (Hello, I'm Irish) And I know that sounds gross. But it's true. (I'm still Irish) Maybe it's because my tongue is too big. Or maybe my mouth is too small. Or maybe my teeth are too close. Oh well.

Hello, I am Irish of the ridged tongue. Goodbye. Hello again.

I still think I should do something funky with my hair. Getting purple highlights is still at the top of my list.

I'm Irish of the ridged tongue (Hello), and you don't know it yet but I'm brainwashing you.

...If I I didn't have a ridged tongue, would I still be Irish? Hello.

Thus spake Irish || 9:56 AM || 2 comments

Thursday, June 29, 2006
Student Almost Snuffs it During 1 Mile Run

Flabby tabby.
Well, not really, but I'm well on my way to developing a discreet (or not…) layer of flab on my belly. I can't help it - the thought of serious physical exertion makes me lazy. Eventually, my mum and I forgot all about those belly dancing exercises.

Did I just say that out loud? Neeeevermind.

Oh blaaah, I'll exercise... eventually. But seriously, I should. I distinctly remember starting the 1 mile run beside Smarla. Then the distance between us started growing, that or I just kept falling behind. At some point, I was reduced to walking fast because, uh, I was in pain like you wouldn't believe. Ah well, at least I survived.

Addendum: My legs now hurt like sons of bitches. It pains me to walk. If by some twist of fate, some calamity should occur and require me to run, I'll be royally screwed.

Thus spake Irish || 9:21 PM || 0 comments


I've run out of cule titles.

I've been neglecting my blog, and now it's sad. It's just that I keep forgetting to write in it. Sometimes I log on with an intention to post, but mostly I end up getting waylaid so that I forget about it altogether. There there, bloggie, I still luff you.

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And you - since you asked - no, cousin. The answer is no. Give it a break.

Anyway, I have no intention of fulfilling that prophecy. It just registered that I'm not in the mood to fall in lurv. It isn't because it interferes with studies and all that crockery, just that I don't feel like it. (And here I am thinking this makes me sound like I'm emotionally dead. Gawd) And on that note, maybe I am. In that respect, at least. Nyah. Tough noogies. See? I can prove Mommy Mely, Gayuma's resident cartomancer, wrong yet. So to be clear, somebody had better stop expecting me to meet that foreigner or that other un. If *hackcough* lurv is after me, it had better come wearing neon pink spandex and yellow breeches (the fuck?). And it had better be toting a heavy duty frying pan with which to thwack over my head repeatedly. Maybe that'll get my attention. Til then, you can bet your bottom that it ain't happening.

Thus spake Irish || 9:14 PM || 0 comments

Wednesday, June 21, 2006
I'm Waiting...

If there ever was a day made for standing in lines, waiting and excessive walking, yesterday was it. My legs are all tuckered out. I swear, I can already feel, uh, muscles developing in them.
I started the day in frantic search for the elusive NGF conference room, going from the Socsi to Kostka. I couldn't find a freaking guard to ask either. I had to pass by the library to cool down from all that walking, and to try asking random personnel. Then I went of and luckily, I ran into Rainey (who happens to be an extremely nice and good person, a sure candidate for sainthood) , who was kind enough to help me hound people for the whereabouts of my room. I felt like an ickle freshie again. We found a manong and he didn't know where the hell it was either, and he'd been working in ADMU for 11 years. Eventually, we found a guard at the far end of CTC who told us that NGF is at Dela Costa, first floor and did we know where that was?

Yes. Hurrah. Rainey, to you I give this blessing: "May you have as many children as the stars in heaven." Now if anyone could be a good parent to all those children, it would definitely be her. I felt slightly stupid afterward, just because I was near Dela Costa before that and was seriously considering asking the lady at the front desk. D'oh.

After French I went to have lunch at the caf and made the mistake of falling in line at the fried rice place where they take for-bloody-ever to cook their shit. Not to mention the sudden population boom in the caf which had me going up, down and back up again, where I saw Victoria. Other lines for the day included the NSTP sign-up line at MVP, ORP for books (20-30 minutes?; Monica waved to me from the line, but I was so out of it that it literally took 2 seconds before it registered), Library for SA photocopies (forever) and up at UP for the jeep(a relatively long time).

And that's how I wasted hours of my precious life.

Thus spake Irish || 9:38 AM || 0 comments

Monday, June 12, 2006
Attackers Beware

You got that right. Muggers and other criminals beware. I've just bought myself a canister of MACE Pepper spray/ Tear gas. I feel so much better knowing that I can spray would-be attackers into oblivion with my loverly Mace. It'll be extremely useful in the event that my load revision request doesn't get approved (which it will).

I'm going to go Kung Fu Fiiightiiiing~~

Thus spake Irish || 12:09 AM || 0 comments

Saturday, June 03, 2006
666

Is somebody trying to tell me something?

It has come to my attention that the cards I subscribe to almost always contain the number 666. They don't always come in that bunch but are distributed in the account/ card number (6866 or 6366 for example).My new phone number contains the complete set though, 666. And strangely enough, when I checked in our bags at the package counter, they gave me my tag, which (you guessed it) was numbered 666.

TanTanTaaaaaaaaaaaan....


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