Tuesday, October 26, 2004

mental indigestion. . .

is what I get when I clean my room. that's why it takes a while before my room gets put into order. i have to stop to prevent getting headaches.

grad school clutter: notes, readings, tests, exams, graphs, attendance sheets, blue and green mimeographed sheets, class cards, pamphlets, textbooks new and old, journals, magazines, and more notes.

books books books books books more books.
you want books go to my room.
who am i?
look at my books and the clutter in my room.

TORI AMOS ROCKS

Friday, October 22, 2004

proof that i have a lot of time

a little competition at http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/3759040.stm

wrote a story using 101 words from the last 101 years. Didn't keep with the 150 word limit though. I just wanted to see if I could write something semi-coherent, incorporating every single word. Here goes.


A chronological story.

Bound fast, I couldn't move. My hip whizzo clutched his teddy bear. His egghead tendencies had him engaged in all the real politik and tiddly-om-pom-pom that he could handle.

"No sacred cows, this time. All genes with blues and celeb proteins must go. Cheerio, Bob Dylan. And that includes you, too."

Elsewhere down Civvy street, a U-boat was going into a tailspin. The ceasefire adlibbed between the demobbed pop wizards and the Anti-low hemline league of lumpenproletariats was reaching a crescendo.


It was an avant-garde moment, bordering on the kitsch. The two groups were engaged in a sudden death winner takes all struggle in the Big Apple.

The contest? Sex. In a drive-in. With Mickey Mouse. Fastest one to the rodent's big bagel, wins.

I'll dumb it down for you. It was the 24th century. Pesticide was the new coke. Racism had given way to the spliff wars.The only dunking to be seen on TV, was on the Cheeseburger channel, in between old footage of the 21st century Blitzkrieg and the 23rd century Molotov cocktail club disaster. The biggest snafu was yet to occur though.

Some doctor, pissed off from the DNA analysis results that came into this mobile phone, had bet megabucks that his Wonderbra would remain springy and cool, beneath Big Brother's observations and incessant brainwashing. But fastfood had begun to rule the world, and Generation X was coming out of their cryogenic chambers. So there was a good chance some hippy non-U boogie muncher, would find himself a sexy target for the cruise missiles of the newly emerged cyborgs.

When the awesome display of bossa nova vibes and belligerent peacniks overloaded the proverbial bytes in his miniskirt, the left over acid from his love-in with his It-girl broke the vital microchip he bought at MY online hypermarket.

I was green, ok! Watergate had seriously brought the F-word into the vocabulary, punk. Detox for trekkies was naff-all because trainers with karaoke functions had become the latest in power dressing. My toy boy was inventing his own hip-hop beatbox, that would respond to eye double clicks with an OK, yah. Welcome to your mobile virtual reality. Want a gangsta rappa in ur latte frappa? Do you think I was paying attention if he needed last minute repairs for his vital experiment?

The recovery applet wouldn't launch during my hot-desking. The URL was showing attitude, having it large. Botox spam and kitten heels adverts, were spouting all the ghetto fabulous testimonials of the third wave of dot-commers. Needless to say, I didn't get the job done on time.

A text message had come in through my Google mobile. Bling Bling! 9/11 was NOT created by the Axis of Evil: American Public finally figures it out.

How sweet. Now I had to think up if sexing-up this mad chav over here, would free me from his evil clutches.



Here's the 150 word version I submitted

Pesticide was the new Coke. Racism had given way to spliff wars. The biggest snafu was to come.

-- "No sacred cows. Gene-holders with blues and celeb proteins must go. Cheerio, Bob Dylan. And that includes you, too.”

He had bet megabucks against Big Brother's brainwashing. Bossa nova vibes overloaded the proverbial bytes in his miniskirt; acid residue from his love-in with some It-girl broke the vital microchip he bought at MY online hypermarket.

I was green and distracted! My toy-boy was by the hip-hop beatbox, responding to double clicks with an “OK, yah. Want a gangsta rappa with your latte frappa?”

My recovery applet was having it large. Botox spam were spouting the ghetto fabulous testimonials of the third wave of dot-commers.

Bling Bling! A text message! 9/11 was NOT created by the Axis of Evil: American Public finally figures it out.

Would sexing-up this mad chav, even work?
since all recent gimmicks have been falling apart and i have so much time on my hands, i might as well type a little something in this magic blog that nobody really reads. if in your minds, you're thinking, "wait a minute, this isn't typical Fabian, he even seems a little. . .angsty,", well cut me some SLACK! im not always happy ok. anyway, these funky moods rarely last long for me. but in the meantime. . .

I actually enjoyed playing Mr. Kuya to Gica today. Downstairs her little pizza party / birthday party is going on. Earlier in the day, we ordered six eighteen inch pizzas from Yellow Cab, and bought a whole bunch of chips and sodas for tonight. Plus 1.5 gallons of ice cream, too. Her friends are downstairs enjoying the food. I had a slice of pizza plus a whole back of Kornets (yuck). Junk food + Diet Coke = Satisfaction. Whatever is leftover tonight will go to my own party stash for tomorrow night. It's my little party tomorrow, most guests will be mountaineering buddies.

Decided to throw a party for them, but not for my other friends. Nothing to do with closeness, just practicality in throwing a party for them. I have 21 mountaineering buddies and its not to difficult to put them all in one room. My other friends are too. . .fragmented and disparate. I have about 3 econ friends, half a dozen debate friends, another 3 college friends, high school buds, a whole assortment of chicks, random cool people, etc. It isn't too easy putting something up SMALL that can incorporate them all. If I'm gonna invite this many types of people, I'm thinking the optimal party number will have to be at least 100. And that's a headache. So, no, I'm not playing favorites with the sportier people.

Oct 27-Nov something something is Mt.Halcon-Puerto Galera adventure week. 4 days of fatigue and enjoyment in Halcon, and maybe another 2 days of funsun in Puerto Galera. I haven't done any packing yet. For that matter, I've hardly done any phyisical training the past week. Maybe I'll do a quick run in UP tomorrow morning (sha, right)




Thursday, October 21, 2004

discuss

holier-than-thou jologs people piss me off more than holier-than-thou rich brats. such a realization tells me, that yes, I have an unattractive and elitist streak in my blood. i dont' know why i'm even typing this here. partially i guess, it's because debaters read this blog. and their minds aren't so. . .stuck.

the sentiment is, however subconsciously, "how dare you tell me you're something, when you're . . .".

one is more forgiving(?) of the brat because the sentiment is "you delusional cloistered zombie, but i can't blame you because wealth does that"

Monday, October 18, 2004

this sunday

'finished off the last of the make-up mountaineering skills exams yesterday morning. i had failed the land navigation theoretical test (which was just a fluke since nobody studied for it), but did well in the practical navigation with the compass and map, which never really was a problem to begin with.

i had a bit more difficulty with the ropesmanship skills test, though the testing people this time around were a lot more reasonable and a lot more friendly. we went through all 12+ of the basic knots we're supposed to know, and i could only perform about 9-10 of them. so what i was doing instead of studying how to do the last two knots, they asked me? I was busy having a life i wanted to holler back. but i didn't, coz deep down inside i know that learning how to make these knots is pretty important. we're not making decorative macrame. we're actually learning things that have practical application out there. i won't be so stupid anymore when it comes to making clotheslines, making guylines taut, and crossing rivers.

in less than two weeks we make our induction climb in Halcon, and we've arranged climbing groups already. my group is pretty ok. i get along with most everyone, and the one person i dont want to be grouped with ISNT in my group, so just by that much i'm satisfied already. the gang spent the rest of the afternoon in Galleria, going through Bombproof, Bratpack, Athlete's Foot, StoreShop and Toby's. I've had enough of recreational stores for the next two weeks. we finished the night off watching Feng Shui (w/c I didn't find scary at all, but the story was decent anyway), and also caught Shark's Tale after dinner. Got home all tired with no more money.


Saturday, October 16, 2004

Economist subscribers

quick guys, i have to do some research online. to all the economist subscribers (wilfred?) lend me a username and password so i can access premium content online. thanks!

ps. Len! Yours doesn't work anymore.

Friday, October 15, 2004

i have a new mobile phone and #

friends, please text me your numbers. i dont have them!
esp. Maita, Len. we have a few long overdue projects to do. :)

0918-4299166

Monday, October 04, 2004

i have to write a paper