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.

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.

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?

Helpful People

So many people helped me today.  Aha!

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].

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?

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?