Have you?
Seriously.
Have you???
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Diff Diff Sniff Sniff
Today I noticed my knuckles turning dark. They started to form scales over the joints of my fingers. When I washed my hands they all stung--dry and scaly skin are friable. I hope this word means what I think it means otherwise if it means close to how it sounds then it means my fingers are more or less fried. That's how I remember new worlds, you know. Some times it helps, some times it doesn't. Like for example:
Ear = Ohr
Hair = Haar
Cup = Tasse (tasa, quite close to the Bisaya version).
...and when it doesn't help:
Bein = Leg
Leaf = Blatt
Tree = Bauch
But exercises like these make the day less cold:
B: Ist Herr Janssen nicht hier?
A: Nein, er kommt heute nicht.
B: Ist etwas passiert?
A: Ja, zwei Polizisten waren bei Herrn Janssen. Sie haben geklingelt.
B: Polizisten? Was ist denn passiert?
A: Na ja, er war nicht da.
B: Ist es schlimm?
A: Nein, das nicht. Aber die Polizisten sind wieder gegangen.
B: Hast du es schon gehoert? Die Sache mit Herr Janssen?
C: Nein, was denn?
B: Zwei Polizisten waren bei Herrn Janssen. Sie haben geklingelt.
C: Mein Gott! War es schlimm?
B: Ja, die Polizisten sind eine halbe Stunde geblieben, dann gegangen.
C: Haben Sie es schon gehoert?
D: Nein! Was denn?
C: Zwei Polizisten waren bei Herrn Jansen. Sie haben geklingelt.
D: Was ist denn passiert?
C: Die Polizisten haben Herrn Jansen mitgenommen.
D: Das ist ja schrecklich!
Gossip.
I was feeling unusually buoyant Saturday as Leia and I had a walk [no no no no, I keep forgetting. She had a seat and I had a vigorous walk]. I kept wondering what it was that set my spirits soaring, now I remember. As I passed by one parked car, this man had his stereo on high volume and the song went...
Pretty woman, stop a while
Pretty woman, talk a while
Pretty woman, gave your smile to me...
Anyway, what I wanted to note was, before I forget, that I never saw anyone combing their hair, or fixing their hair for that matter, in public. I've never seen anyone fixing themselves. I've never even seen anyone run their HANDS in their hair either. I mentioned this to Nils and he said I was right. And I pointed out that you see people doing this all time in public in the Philippines, why not here? All he said was 'it was not appropriate'. I went away in a huff like I imagine Hufflepuff of the house of Hufflepuff would have huffed and puffed.
We do so many things that are inappropriate. We bathe in the rain. Half-naked. As kids. Adults run naked in the streets and call it Oblation Run. Why cover the face, though? Ah. I've been reading this book and it's great. Here's a taste:
"What we refer to as customs or culture is inscribed in our genes. Cultural evolution began in prehistoric times. That was when our mind was laid out. Sure, these days we design aeroplanes, helicopter carriers and opera houses, but only to continue our primitive activities on a so-called civilised plane..."
I am not done reading it yet. I will be soon. That will make me really sad.
Yeah. It's like a Greek Tragedy.
But seriously, Greek Tragedies do not compare to Norse Tragedies, they just didn't have Ovid or Homer to write theirs. Take Signy and Sigurd. Ah Signy. Can Medea really compare to her? Or Clytemnestra? Sadly, I think not.
I had found this one single word that I thought perfectly described Terry Pratchett's novels, but I forgot it about 2 hours after having thought about it. Then about after 1 day of obsessing about it, I remembered and I thought I'd never forget it again because I already had, but then, to my dismay, I did, I have, and until now it still eludes me. Damn.
Ear = Ohr
Hair = Haar
Cup = Tasse (tasa, quite close to the Bisaya version).
...and when it doesn't help:
Bein = Leg
Leaf = Blatt
Tree = Bauch
But exercises like these make the day less cold:
B: Ist Herr Janssen nicht hier?
A: Nein, er kommt heute nicht.
B: Ist etwas passiert?
A: Ja, zwei Polizisten waren bei Herrn Janssen. Sie haben geklingelt.
B: Polizisten? Was ist denn passiert?
A: Na ja, er war nicht da.
B: Ist es schlimm?
A: Nein, das nicht. Aber die Polizisten sind wieder gegangen.
B: Hast du es schon gehoert? Die Sache mit Herr Janssen?
C: Nein, was denn?
B: Zwei Polizisten waren bei Herrn Janssen. Sie haben geklingelt.
C: Mein Gott! War es schlimm?
B: Ja, die Polizisten sind eine halbe Stunde geblieben, dann gegangen.
C: Haben Sie es schon gehoert?
D: Nein! Was denn?
C: Zwei Polizisten waren bei Herrn Jansen. Sie haben geklingelt.
D: Was ist denn passiert?
C: Die Polizisten haben Herrn Jansen mitgenommen.
D: Das ist ja schrecklich!
Gossip.
I was feeling unusually buoyant Saturday as Leia and I had a walk [no no no no, I keep forgetting. She had a seat and I had a vigorous walk]. I kept wondering what it was that set my spirits soaring, now I remember. As I passed by one parked car, this man had his stereo on high volume and the song went...
Pretty woman, stop a while
Pretty woman, talk a while
Pretty woman, gave your smile to me...
Anyway, what I wanted to note was, before I forget, that I never saw anyone combing their hair, or fixing their hair for that matter, in public. I've never seen anyone fixing themselves. I've never even seen anyone run their HANDS in their hair either. I mentioned this to Nils and he said I was right. And I pointed out that you see people doing this all time in public in the Philippines, why not here? All he said was 'it was not appropriate'. I went away in a huff like I imagine Hufflepuff of the house of Hufflepuff would have huffed and puffed.
We do so many things that are inappropriate. We bathe in the rain. Half-naked. As kids. Adults run naked in the streets and call it Oblation Run. Why cover the face, though? Ah. I've been reading this book and it's great. Here's a taste:
"What we refer to as customs or culture is inscribed in our genes. Cultural evolution began in prehistoric times. That was when our mind was laid out. Sure, these days we design aeroplanes, helicopter carriers and opera houses, but only to continue our primitive activities on a so-called civilised plane..."
I am not done reading it yet. I will be soon. That will make me really sad.
Yeah. It's like a Greek Tragedy.
But seriously, Greek Tragedies do not compare to Norse Tragedies, they just didn't have Ovid or Homer to write theirs. Take Signy and Sigurd. Ah Signy. Can Medea really compare to her? Or Clytemnestra? Sadly, I think not.
I had found this one single word that I thought perfectly described Terry Pratchett's novels, but I forgot it about 2 hours after having thought about it. Then about after 1 day of obsessing about it, I remembered and I thought I'd never forget it again because I already had, but then, to my dismay, I did, I have, and until now it still eludes me. Damn.
Friday, December 3, 2010
3
I tried 3 times.
It was snowing heavily [for me], and I thought it would be great to make a snowman. My first attempt was christened by a huge golden labrador. The second one was in the balcony, which I had to abort because there was not enough snow there [I had initially planned on making a miniature snowman but I became ambitious and ran out of snow]. The third attempt I wasn't able to finish although it look very promising because it was getting dark [at 3 pm].
So no snowman.
I thought the fates were playing with me. It first started snowing November 24. It was just some tiny flakes, hardly visible, like dandruff falling off the sky, more like swirling down from the sky. They swirl. Unlike raindrops. And just when I was starting to think I scared the snow away [I had just heard it was snowing heavily everywhere else], it had started to snow. The next thing I know I was plowing through several inches of freezing snow. And here's the prize: it's the coldest winter recorded in 79 years. Even before the 2 world wars. And they thought last year was a record. This year topped that. This negative temperature range is driving me out of my mind. Where I come from the temperature is 32 degrees Celsius PLUS. I was telling the girls at the Integration Class that in the Philippines we never need pullovers that we walked around in shirts and shorts and slippers and their jaws dropped. I told them during the rainy season kids bathe in the rain and people often did that because we don't freeze there and catch our deaths when we did it. They jaws dropped again. A few centimeters more and they'd have been licking the floor. I said all those in my broken German so I may have said something entirely different.
My colds is letting up. My nose has started to bleed.
Have you seen my feet? I haven't.
I attempted to use my bare hands to make the first snowman. Bad idea. That was funny. Very stupid.
Leia and I went out for a walk. Correct that. I went out for a walk [she sat in a stroller].
Nils once said that the dangerous part is when you start to feel pins and needles after getting exposed to the cold, and I said no, the dangerous part is when you don't feel anything at all anymore. He insisted. Fine. He grew up in this place. Who am I to argue? Anyway, I felt pins and needles on my hands yesterday and I thought I was losing some of my fingers.
I had once thought my thick hair could protect my brain from freezing and found out that I hadn't counted in the wind. It works like this: the wind blows and parts the hair exposing the scalp and thus chilling the calcium box encasing the brain.
It was snowing heavily [for me], and I thought it would be great to make a snowman. My first attempt was christened by a huge golden labrador. The second one was in the balcony, which I had to abort because there was not enough snow there [I had initially planned on making a miniature snowman but I became ambitious and ran out of snow]. The third attempt I wasn't able to finish although it look very promising because it was getting dark [at 3 pm].
So no snowman.
I thought the fates were playing with me. It first started snowing November 24. It was just some tiny flakes, hardly visible, like dandruff falling off the sky, more like swirling down from the sky. They swirl. Unlike raindrops. And just when I was starting to think I scared the snow away [I had just heard it was snowing heavily everywhere else], it had started to snow. The next thing I know I was plowing through several inches of freezing snow. And here's the prize: it's the coldest winter recorded in 79 years. Even before the 2 world wars. And they thought last year was a record. This year topped that. This negative temperature range is driving me out of my mind. Where I come from the temperature is 32 degrees Celsius PLUS. I was telling the girls at the Integration Class that in the Philippines we never need pullovers that we walked around in shirts and shorts and slippers and their jaws dropped. I told them during the rainy season kids bathe in the rain and people often did that because we don't freeze there and catch our deaths when we did it. They jaws dropped again. A few centimeters more and they'd have been licking the floor. I said all those in my broken German so I may have said something entirely different.
My colds is letting up. My nose has started to bleed.
Have you seen my feet? I haven't.
I attempted to use my bare hands to make the first snowman. Bad idea. That was funny. Very stupid.
Leia and I went out for a walk. Correct that. I went out for a walk [she sat in a stroller].
Nils once said that the dangerous part is when you start to feel pins and needles after getting exposed to the cold, and I said no, the dangerous part is when you don't feel anything at all anymore. He insisted. Fine. He grew up in this place. Who am I to argue? Anyway, I felt pins and needles on my hands yesterday and I thought I was losing some of my fingers.
I had once thought my thick hair could protect my brain from freezing and found out that I hadn't counted in the wind. It works like this: the wind blows and parts the hair exposing the scalp and thus chilling the calcium box encasing the brain.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Skinless
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colour_discrimination :
A consequence of this is that, since higher-ranking men get to marry the more attractive women, the upper classes of a society generally tend to develop a lighter complexion than the lower classes by sexual selection (see also Fisherian runaway).[2]
Colourism is discrimination in which human beings are accorded differing social treatment based on skin colour. The preference often gets translated into economic status because of opportunities for work.
I didn't read the whole article. I got what I wanted. It's disgusting how people can be so skin deep--but come to think of it, you can't really go any deeper than that--you'd have to induce pain to do so. Aw. Pain. Let me tell you a story about pain. Pain is seeing a pop-up that says your iPod seems to be corrupted and would need to be 'restored' right after it has finished syncing. No. That's not pain. Wait. Pain. Pain is walking outside and realizing you've a growing headache and upon further investigation, you find out that you've lost feeling in your ears. You pinch it--and nothing--but as your mouth forms an 'oh' that accompanies all great discoveries, you realize that your chin is numb, the kind of numb you get from your dentist. Hmm. Not quite. Wait. Yeah. Colds. Colds is a pain in the ass.
I was thinking, there's so little sun nowadays it's no wonder everyone is so pale. Even me. I am brown--but I am pale now. I am not proud about that. I look like I am dying. I get red lips now though. Huh. Neat. But everyone else here not from the equator or below have turned deathly white. Like Edward--in the book. Like he was described in the book. I wonder why they never made Nate in Gossip Girl Edward. He looks nice enough. He's the prettiest girl in the whole series.
A consequence of this is that, since higher-ranking men get to marry the more attractive women, the upper classes of a society generally tend to develop a lighter complexion than the lower classes by sexual selection (see also Fisherian runaway).[2]
Colourism is discrimination in which human beings are accorded differing social treatment based on skin colour. The preference often gets translated into economic status because of opportunities for work.
I didn't read the whole article. I got what I wanted. It's disgusting how people can be so skin deep--but come to think of it, you can't really go any deeper than that--you'd have to induce pain to do so. Aw. Pain. Let me tell you a story about pain. Pain is seeing a pop-up that says your iPod seems to be corrupted and would need to be 'restored' right after it has finished syncing. No. That's not pain. Wait. Pain. Pain is walking outside and realizing you've a growing headache and upon further investigation, you find out that you've lost feeling in your ears. You pinch it--and nothing--but as your mouth forms an 'oh' that accompanies all great discoveries, you realize that your chin is numb, the kind of numb you get from your dentist. Hmm. Not quite. Wait. Yeah. Colds. Colds is a pain in the ass.
I was thinking, there's so little sun nowadays it's no wonder everyone is so pale. Even me. I am brown--but I am pale now. I am not proud about that. I look like I am dying. I get red lips now though. Huh. Neat. But everyone else here not from the equator or below have turned deathly white. Like Edward--in the book. Like he was described in the book. I wonder why they never made Nate in Gossip Girl Edward. He looks nice enough. He's the prettiest girl in the whole series.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Women
"Women!" Exclaimed a tall lanky boy as he awkwardly lumbered away from the giggling females huddled at a table outside a cafe. He sidled towards his friends, probably for comfort, as he stuck his hands in his pocket. It was a cold day but it must have been the horror of having to pass by giggling girls giving him derisive looks that made him shiver. His friends nodded in ascent.
Women? Oh, no. Women don't do that.
Women don't huddle together like tiny little chicks and giggle while targeting insecure people.
Women? Oh, no. Women don't do that.
Women don't huddle together like tiny little chicks and giggle while targeting insecure people.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Cold Chocolate Does Not Melt
I've had enough of shit. Seriously. Enough with all the shit. When I got home the day before, I somehow found myself suspiciously stinking of it. I had spotted some horseshit on the street some hours before and despite my best efforts, I must have been unable to avoid it, and I thought that was it--but lo and behold! Apparently (no, I did not shit myself, though that would have been interesting), I had stepped on cow-sized-shit-dog-shit. Half of my right shoe is covered in it. So how the hell did I not notice? It's been raining on and off and the soil has now turned soft enough to mold. Yeah, shit in Cebu didn't stay wet long. They dried up like polvoron and didn't pose as much of a threat as the moist ones. Hmmm. The things you miss.
They say it's going to get really cold this week. I used to dream about living in a place that fogs. I wanted fogs in specific. Something about it felt ethereal [years of brainwashing (Tagalog films, Dat's Entertainment, Magandang Gabi Bayan, etc)].
Pirates of the Caribean one. What a film!
So, what's better than death by chocolate? Death by lechon kawali? Death lechon? Death by pinakupsan? Death by buwad?
They say it's going to get really cold this week. I used to dream about living in a place that fogs. I wanted fogs in specific. Something about it felt ethereal [years of brainwashing (Tagalog films, Dat's Entertainment, Magandang Gabi Bayan, etc)].
Pirates of the Caribean one. What a film!
So, what's better than death by chocolate? Death by lechon kawali? Death lechon? Death by pinakupsan? Death by buwad?
Friday, November 19, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Whine 1
The last few days I had wanted to write so much. The days go by so fast that they just all seem to blend together like raindrops and then you end up with one big pool of water. You can't tell one drop from the rest, then Alzheimer sets in and you end up drinking your own pee. It's nothing important [what I had wanted to write], I just didn't want to forget. I spend most of the day complaining that the sun never goes up to the top of the sky anymore. It just cruises a few centimeters from the horizon, which I find very disturbing. I used to be able to tell when it was siesta time--the sun's directly on top, burning your brain, and you're standing on your shadow. Now 1 in afternoon looks like 4 o'clock and 4 o'clock looks like 10 pm. I walked in the dark yesterday [at 5 p], feeling like vampires will pounce from tree tops if I'm not careful. I had my pepper spray, of course. I hardly leave without it ever since that incident in the park, not that I will use it. I most probably won't. I wonder what Hematologists think about vampires. Do they pee? If not, why not? They drink, after all. Or suck, that is.
I am so full. I've been gorging on chili con carne and cold coffee and orange juice [I'm worried about catching a bug], not that I've much to lose. My allergies almost always makes sure I'm anosmic--except during the times when I needed to be. Some people still think it's nice to bathed in perfume.
I have to clean up. Leia is asleep. This is a good opportunity to put things in order so when she wakes up she'd have something to do [undo what I did].
I am so full. I've been gorging on chili con carne and cold coffee and orange juice [I'm worried about catching a bug], not that I've much to lose. My allergies almost always makes sure I'm anosmic--except during the times when I needed to be. Some people still think it's nice to bathed in perfume.
I have to clean up. Leia is asleep. This is a good opportunity to put things in order so when she wakes up she'd have something to do [undo what I did].
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Schokolade
I was 6 when I was told to color ONLY in one direction. Even then I knew the teacher had gone bonkers. Seriously? In ONE direction? I never followed that instruction. EVERYONE knows that's IMPOSSIBLE. There are things in this world that are just not meant to be, like me coloring in one direction, or me turning into an athlete [I'd put myself to that task once, convincing Jikah to let me join the Volleyball team and I discovered one thing: Alaxan doesn't do what Pacquiao says it does. Damn right he's lying. I think he's in it for the money], or me becoming a Theoretical Astrophysicist.
I'd been wondering [this is for you, Dane, vampire lover], if vampires eat/drink/suck they should also defecate/pee, right? If not, where'd all the fluid go? Wouldn't they get too much IRON in their system? Is that why they are so MAGNETIC? [Ahaha I had to congratulate myself on that one]. Seriously, though--that would put all of them under the mercy of Magneto. I always thought he was way cooler than Charles Xavier, being the byronic hero and all. I think we are all partial to byronic heroes. I wonder why that is?
Monday, November 1, 2010
I Have Done It!
I've finished reading TWILIGHT! Yay! Hurray for me!!! I'm still alive! :) I thought I'd go into seizure 5 chapters into the story but... here I am. I little shaken and probably marred for life but I am still alive! :) I've finished reading it! The infamous book with as much fans as it has haters. Everyone loves it! [The haters passionately love hating it.]
“You spied on me?”
“What else is there to do at night?”- Bella and Edward (Twilight)
And this one from a hater blog:
His cold touch on my skin never failed to make my heart thud erratically. Twice, when that happened, I caught a look on his face that made me sure he could somehow hear it. --
Anyone else wonder what happens when she farts?
“What else is there to do at night?”- Bella and Edward (Twilight)
And this one from a hater blog:
His cold touch on my skin never failed to make my heart thud erratically. Twice, when that happened, I caught a look on his face that made me sure he could somehow hear it. --
Anyone else wonder what happens when she farts?
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Twilight's Really Not THAT Bad
I thought I'd do the right thing and read the book before bashing it--I have seen the 1st movie and thought the actress was really bad and realized now that she did give a good portrayal of the heroine in the book. Isabella Swan is charmless, artless, shallow, and incapable of coherent thought except that one instance in the truck while the powerful vampire lover of hers panicked and wanted to run away with her to who knows where. Compared to the heroines of Judith McNaught, Julie Garwood, and even occasionally, Jude Deveraux, Bella is too plain, too simple-minded, too DULL. Let me name one girl for example: Whitney in Whitney, My Love. There. See what I mean? Or Brenna in The Wedding. Or Jaime in The Bride. Jade in Guardian Angel. Anyway, Edward is no better, despite all his age. Think Dorian Grey. Yeah. Edward is dust on Dorian Grey's portrait. Anyway, I am sick of Bella's insipid character, Edward's flatness. And oh god, it gave me goosebumps when he admitted to her that he was SPYING ON HER AND WHEN SHE ASKED HOW MANY TIMES HE'S BEEN TO HER HOUSE AT NIGHT HE REPLIED, 'WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO DO AT NIGHT?.' That sent chills crawling up my spine. Is that sick or what?! But then again, this Bella character sticks to her decisions like jam on your cheek. So it's not that bad, the book, but I wouldn't recommend it to anyone.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
26, October, 2010
I'm slow. Numerous people have complained about this. That ugly hag I had for a teacher in Grade 5 said she hated that I refused to run. She was not wearing a Girl Scout Uniform that was 4 inches above the knees that flapped backwards up to her waist when she ran. Ugly hag. [Mrs Villaceran. Yes, I remember you. You're lucky I don't know your address.] So it took me 3 hours to get myself and my baby ready to go out. So what? I already had my dose of caffeine, not much you can do there. We went to the grocery store. It was cold. The exposed parts of my anatomy felt like I'd just dipped them in ice cold water. For one thing, my fingers felt like they've just congealed into one whole mass. I can still feel them, which was good. I was glad to see some 'toilette' papers on sale. They smelled good, and, oh! Look! Flowers. Any ass would love that. I also bought chocolate, which I thought was expensive, but I bought it anyway. I liked the metal case. It's metal and who knows, with care I could even give it to my grandchildren as a toy they can bury their dead pet hamster in [of course the poor thing would have had died of natural causes--I know the Americans have outlawed this as a cause of death in 1956, but that's just them. And maybe that law just includes humans.] Anyway, I was horrified to find out it cost 2 times more than I thought. Damn, that totally ruined the excitement I had over the fact that I thought I saw a huge mushroom growing on one of the trees on the way back. Just imagine if you were the tree--you'd have panicked at having found such a thing growing on you, kind of like if you were human and you found maggots spilling from a cavity that you'd never noticed before. Damn.
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