A Word A Poop

One good way to improve your writing is to keep a dictionary in the bathroom. Instead of shooting murderous looks at the wall and gasping a goodbye to your organically processed lunch, grab a dictionary and leaf through. You won’t believe how much that can help you with your overrated literary woes.

The technique is fairly simple: get a handy dictionary, something that looks friendly enough not to make you easily bored or panicked. Turn to any random page, scan, and read the definition of a word that’s unfamiliar to you. Do it again and again until you’re done with your poopy time and voila! You learned something relevant in under fifteen minutes. You’ll find it difficult to look for uknown words in your dictionary in no time.

I’ve been doing this since elementary, which is why I have an OK grasp of the English language. Try it and be transformed! 

Personal by Stars

This has got to be one of the most striking songs of Stars (a Canadian band) for me. I’ve been listening to it for two months already and the effect still hasn’t worn off! It’s a story about two lonely people hoping for serendipity (or just, to put it bluntly, dumb luck) to find The One. I must warn you that it’s not a likeable song per se, but for me, I just love how the story is told.

 wanted: single f under 33 must enjoy the sun
must enjoy the sea
sought by single m
mrs destiny
send photo to address
is it you and me?

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Electric Blue

I wore electric blue eyeshadow to school last Thursday. I used thick eyeliner too, for emphasis. So—why? Why do I go to school looking like a stray saleslady from the supermarket checkout at SM? Why do I want to make myself look ridiculously vain and vainly ridiculous? There’s a really simple answer to that question: because I can.

I don’t want to die without trying green contact lenses on, tasting all the cheese in the world, finding the best tokwa’t baboy in this country, getting piss-ass drunk, taking the obligatory orange sunset picture, writing a complete song for Marco, recording said song, finishing the PSP game Patapon, getting 50 karma at Plurk, learning how to snap my fingers snappily, whistling louder, walking saucily in five-inch kitten heels, discovering the geneology of the Lanuzo family, finding the perfect scarlet lipstick and little black dress, having my own website and learning how to do Photoshop.

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Blue Dress

An aunt gave me this dress to wear at home. It’s a daster but don’t you think it’s cute enough for school when you’re feeling cheerful?

 (Fat arm alert!)

Let’s Talk About Mouth Ulcers

I gained a lot of weight while working at the Senate. That’s weird because I don’t remember eating that much while OJT-ing there; it must be the stress or the general discontent. Now I’m back to school I have gone down to 102 lbs at 5′3″, which I believe means that I’m underweight. I think I’m supposed to rejoice but the price to pay is exceptionally painful—mouth ulcers.

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The Megaphone

There’s this intersection in Noveleta where traffic tends to get jammed. You must be thinking, “oh, traffic jam, cool, it’s everywhere” but think twice to include the fact that Noveleta is a very small town near the heart of Cavite—where cows are still used to sell trinkets, goats roam freely in green spaces—ideally, traffic jams should be unheard of. But there’s this intersection, and it makes impossible things possible. I’ve been stuck there for a record time of thirty minutes.

No, but really, the lack of discipline by the drivers and the absence of the proper authorities to regulate the traffic are to be blamed. In this intersection, there are two spots that mini buses use as mini-terminals in the narrow, two-lane intersection. I know right! Only in the Philippines, swear. The drivers (while playing Bon Jovi cassettes or Love Radio in full volume) amble along waiting for passengers, not caring shit about the rest of the world waiting for them to move the hell out of the way. Of course, it totally helps that there are no traffic lights in this intersection.

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My Bag!

It’s always intresting to know what other people keep in their bags. As far as I’m concerned it’s as good as a mirror of a person’s soul. I know a person who lugs around three notebooks in his bag and not much. Then there’s this other person who carries only gadgets in his bag. Then there’s another guy who has a lot of metrosexual stuff going on in his tote—so on so forth. So, since I’m all nice like this, I’m going to give you an idea of what my soul might look like.

I’m into purple lately. 

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Name That Ego Defense Mechanism

In general, I don’t like watching anything sad. I don’t like seeing Yasmin Kurdi being tortured by an evil mayor and his sadistic wife, I don’t like seeing Sharon Cuneta being a care giver cleaning off an old Caucasian’s poop, and i equally don’t appreciate watching Dyesebel get stoned by a cook in a blue checkered apron. I like the general vibe around me to be described as “happy” and it means that I try to avoid as much misery as possible whether it’s online, on the telly or in real life. 

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Lovely!

On a phone call with Marco this morning:

Liz: You’re so annoying!

Marco: I’m not annoying. I’m lovely!

Liz: Haha…what?

Marco: I’m lovely.

Liz: LOL!

Marco: Isn’t that the opposite of annoying?

Liz: It’s not. You really need to brush up on your synonyms and antonyms luff.

On The Strength of All Convinced

 Oddly enough, I’m excited for school to start. I haven’t felt this way since, I don’t know, freshman year? The succeeding years were just a mash of lukewarm expectations about college. Now, for some reason, things feel different. It might be because this is my last year at the university which means that after this, there won’t be any more school to look forward to. Not that I regret it though.

 
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