i'm a little teapot

hindi na naman ako ulit matutulog. pangalawang beses na ito ngayong linggo. putek talaga.

This morning, a most unwelcome event took place: My phone fell down the sewer. I never realized how much I used my phone until I realized that I don't know how to cope without one.

Oh well. The only consolation I can find is that I have a backup of all my contacts on my laptop, and I didn't have to change my number because it's a postpaid account.

Item the First: This site is driving me nutso, in that I'm starting to have irreverent mental commentaries in the form of lists whenever I observe things happening around me. Help?

Item the Second: Last Wednesday, on the 26th of August in the Year of Our Lord 2009, I, along with Kari, eviscerated a very dead, and very pregnant, cat. Also, we broke its jaw, sternum, and ribs. And I might as well mention that we accidentally performed dental surgery on a (very dead, and very pregnant) feline. The things we do for our grades science!

I have a sneaking suspicion that all the cats I've encountered since the start of the semester know what I did to their brethren. Or am I just projecting?

Item the Third: I just had a geekgasm of the very worst kind. While reading the first chapter of Immanuel Kant's Groundwork of the Metaphysic of Morals, I suddenly realized that while Kant was discussing what it means to do one's duty, he was talking about Mr. Darcy. ( An excerpt from the chapter )

Now, I have two theories as to why Mr. Darcy is intimately tied to Immanuel Kant's concept of the Categorical Imperative.

• Theory the First: Jane Austen had read what Kant had to say about duty and morality, and decided to base one of her male heroes on his idea of the 'moral man'


• Theory the Second: A rabid Austenite, from a period when time travel is possible, and who found the same parallels as I did, travelled back to the 18th century and provided Mr. Kant with a copy of P&P, assuming that he'd like what he'd read, not knowing that Kant had in fact not yet started writing about the Categorical Imperative. Kant, upon finishing the novel, then developed a fanboy crush on Mr. Darcy and decided that Mr. Darcy is indeed the very best kind of man. Thus the Categorical Imperative is born, thereby establishing a paradox.

Personally, the second theory seems more plausible to me. ;p

Item the Fourth: Methinks I shall get sick this weekend, judging from the cough I seem to have developed overnight. My immune system sucks. Leucocytes, verily ye art made of fail.

"What is the Kingdom of God?"

"It is at hand!"

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Gragh. I hate studying for long tests in theo. Why did they have to come up with Liberation Theology anyway?

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Our immersion is scheduled this Friday. We'll be going to Mauban, Quezon. I just hope a typhoon doesn't come in the next few days and ruin our trip.

I love studying history. I really, really do. It's just that...whenever I'm supposed to read assigned essays on the effects of Spanish and American colonization in the Philippines, I feel a surge of rage so powerful I get a headache from keeping it all in. It doesn't matter what the social issue is -- racism, economic exploitation, political abuses -- it makes me want to travel back in time and hit the people responsible for them.

Sometimes I think I missed my true calling as a political activist.

I'm going to get sick. It's just a matter of time before I develop a chill. Why is that so, you ask? Well, it's because of the stupid bipolar weather. One moment everything is fine and dandy and then -- BAM! As I was walking from the footbridge near the Grade School football field, the clouds suddenly decided to dump the maximum amount of water in the shortest time possible. And what was worse is that I only had a hoodie to protect myself from the rain. I daren't open my bag to get my umbrella lest everything inside gets drenched.

Anyway, as a result of my lovely mud-spattered sprint across the campus (thank goodness I was wearing shorts so I was able to wash off the worst of the dirt instead of walking around with muddy clothes all day), my clothes and hair were completely drenched. And to add to my luck, 3 out of the 5 classes I had today were held in air-conditioned rooms, which is not at all helpful in my situation. Gragh.

Now y'all are probably wondering why I have a smiley face on the subject of this entry. Well, I dunno...maybe it's because ATENEO WON AGAINST UE, 72-57??? The first quarter was particularly stressful for me, but the 2nd half of the game was WORTH it. Also, I may have lost my voice for the time being (what with all the cheering and jeering and shrieking I did), but I'm definitely going to find a way to get ringside tickets to Sunday's game against UST. I just wish we could come up with another clever poster by then, I wanna get featured in Fabilioh.com again. xD

Sooo. I wasted the past couple of hours by watching Bedrooms and Hallways. I love this film. I love love LOVE it. I discovered the film when I was looking at Kevin McKidd's filmography after seeing him in Grey's Anatomy. Which was a trippy experience in itself, as I was used to seeing him prancing about in Rome wearing nothing but plate armor and tunics and kilts and togas. The scrubs look downright strange on him. Anyway, I decided to get my hands on this movie because maybe!bisexual!Marc Antony is involved with maybe!bisexual!Lucius Vorenus, and gay!Agent Smith gets it on with gay!Lord Beckett. You can never underestimate the entertainment value of that kind of screwiness. Plus, they all look adorable! It's almost unimaginable (for me, anyway) that they were all as young as they were when they shot this film.

The film starred Kevin McKidd. And James Purefoy. It's my life's mission (well, not really) to watch every single film and TV series they've been in because both look really adorable and are scene-stealers to the extreme. Watching films and TV shows that have both of them as cast members makes me squee with glee. Because gaaaaah Kevin McKidd! James Purefoy! Seriously, it's all I can do not to fangirl squee right now :D

Best line ever: Leo, you are a strawberry blond. You can't go out with an ash blonde. It's not right!

1. I have otitis media in my left ear, which basically means that it feels stuffed and the sounds I hear have weird acoustics. The doctor told me earlier that it's in its latter stages which he felt was odd since I should probably be whimpering in pain right now. I told him it's because I have a high tolerance for pain, though I didn't get to tell him the story about how a doctor pulled the fracture implants out of my arm without anaesthesizing me. (I always love telling that story for some strange reason.) I'm told that I should avoid travelling by plane or going up a mountain or basically doing something that would change the pressure in my ears or else my eardrum might rupture. Joy. Anyway, I'm on antibiotics and decongestants right now. I just hope I don't go deaf when all this is over and done with.

2. The doctor's clinic looked so nice, I want to live there and be the one to operate his endoscope. Who knew being an ENT doctor would bring in that much money?

3. I'm already getting tired, just thinking of the things coming up this semester. Comparative anatomy lecture and lab, cellular and molecular biology, PRAXIS, and thesis-writing in 18 weeks -- oh joy and rapture!

I feel sorry for this year's freshies. They haven't experienced OrSem yet (how screwed up is that?) because of that stupid swine flu. How are they going to find their classrooms without an orientation? Bah.

Speaking of classrooms...they changed the venue for my PSY113 class! D: The reason why I chose that particular class is so I don't have to leave the SEC/CTC/SOM area...and now they moved it to Berch? On the third floor, no less? DAMN IT.

On the plus side, I have an hour-and-a-half long break before that class so I could stay in the caf. But still! My well-laid plans are ruined.

The semester starts on Monday and I. am. SICK. Well, not-quite-sick. You know, the type of sick where you have a dreadful headache and a runny nose but no fever? The kind that makes you want to stay in bed forever even though it's unjustified?

Urgh. I blame the hot weather and my sister's propensity to keep the air-conditioner at full blast even after I tell her it's too cold for me. D: