Monday, March 29, 2010

Random Days

The use of random to describe a collection is endemic. I understand why. What I don’t understand is why it comes up too often. Is it still unexpected when everything's labeled as random? All of them are random, maybe miscellaneous, bits and pieces that do not constitute a single, concrete thought and people bask in the fun of posting it. Just posting it.

I haven’t slept much, because I’m trying to prove something, and the thing is finally proved, sadly. Anyway, there is nothing more fun than being random, like this post that I conjured out of nothing, while waiting to be vindicated of my sad point.

So much for dreaming [words of a little girl. HA!].

But summer's not over yet [hoping for a summer fling, maybe? HA! HA!].

I’m here, locked up. and right in front of me I see my future getting built up[I don’t know what to call it when all your family talks about how your future would be like, when they continue controlling your feet for you.]. Then it is a straight face for me to show them; I couldn’t screw up my face. Both sides would never know what would [or COULD] happen but as of now the chances of my independence surviving is nil, zilch.

I know how to get out of this rut but I don’t have the motivation to. [I used to, but had just lost it]. I could really get away [easily], with only myself to look out for and these youthful knees of mine. The world is a gaping hole of the young and the restless, I should try it, give it a dive; I should stretch my luck and let my fingers do my work for me.

I shouldn't give in to 'but’s.

[And this is how you do random, Albert-style.]

Overheard at the Airport

No, not overheard from all over the Airport. Just in front me, actually.

A little family of three was sitting right in front of me at the airport, all of us waiting at for the flight. And me being so close to them gives me the right to eavesdrop [while pretending to text and call my mom and biatch] on every conversation.

Like this one:

Brother: Hey, Ate, mom’s bought you a Longchamps bag…[holding a package]
Sister: Really? Where is it?
B: …from the Duty-Free. Here. [Hands her the package]
S: [surprised face, big eyes stay big the whole time] Wow. Really?
B: Really, it’s yours.
S: Really? [tries to open the bag]
B: NO-hahahaha! That’s mom’s. I asked her if I can prank you, she said yes; so I did.
S: [goes back to playing her Nintendo DS] ok…

Big woman arrives from the Duty-Free shops.

Momma: You saw the bag?

S: ...yeah...[turns to DS]
B: Ma, I pranked her! I totally did…
Ma: But it’s really yours.
S: REALLY? But I thought it’s yours…
Ma: No, we’ll BORROW each other. [opens her MacBook] Ok? Now be quiet.

Albert, sitting in front of them, tries to silent a snicker.

-the end-

This family is going to meet with the father. And we rode the plane; they sat a few seats behind me. We even were in the same line at immigration. And I saw them with the dad.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

College is non-contact, HARDCORE s&m.

It’s been a long time, keyboard.

Lately I’ve been using the mouse to navigate the net. And the keyboard I use only for doing the cool window rolling thing [windows button between ctrl and alt + tab], but it works only on vista onwards, so don’t bother trying it on your XP or 98 or MAC. I also use the keyboard to copy-paste [but not journals, take note; I avoid plagiarism and infringement as much as I can], and type my name onto papers.

all of the above is caused by THE facebook [by no means do I exalt the site by placing 'the' in capital letters before it], my indirect source of stress, and flirting superhighway [flirting with danger, that is]. Flirting with danger, exactly. Because one can never be too private. And with facebook, investigating on someone [aka stalking] is easy as fcuk.

But forget it. My keyboard's aroused. I shall relieve it.

So lately I’ve been listening to musicals. ["musical-turned-movie", let me clear. how else should I get the OST?]

I download the OST, put it into my phone and listen to it. I delete it [the album] right away if I don’t like it; if it’s likeable I keep it and listen to it on the morning commute. Usually the album is on replay for a week, sometimes a month. And sometimes I listen to old Amy winehouse, or Daniel merriweather, or daft punk if I feel like it.

I got rent's both albums. I like it. With all the dialogue in between and the album being digital, compared to the live versions on YouTube, which were captured on Broadway. The jumpy-quality and the emotional notes kept me. I like Love Heals more than Seasons of Love.

The OST of Wicked the musical was mushy, cheesy. Not a particle of burnt on it. Lacked the spiked feel I was looking to hear. But it stays. Kristin Chenoweth has great legs.

Phantom of the opera is still in the torrent downloader. I can’t seem to continue with the downloading since my time's not enough. And schoolwork's just horribly eating away at every opportunity of life.

Hay. As my latest facebook status states:

College is non-contact, HARDCORE S&M.

S&M means sadomasochism. The girl usually dresses up in leather tights and wields a whip. And the slave's the boy. I bet you know completely what I am talking about.

Look for the status, LIKE it if you like it. Tell me why I should revise it. I don’t recant, so let's compromise. College is whipping me and I am liking the pain.

GRABE.