allow me to laugh

when my professor in span(ish) told me that i would benefit immensely from learning another language, i thought he was just saying what all other teachers say to first timers. i mean, all teachers say that their students would benefit from taking their course, be it a course on platonic ideas or a course on vulcanizing or whatever, yeah, you get my drift.so i merely snorted at his words the first time we met. little did i know that i would really benefit from it, economically speaking and not just because i can speak to others in spanish and swear and insult morons and retards in spanish without them knowing.  

for my exam, he suggested that i read cervantes' don quixote. i told him that i've read it back in highschool and i own a copy of it. of course, he calmly pointed out my idiocy at me by telling me that i'm not studying english grammar so an english translation of don quixote is senseless. okay so point taken, i stepped out of the room after the class feeling stupid. i made my way to national bookstore to find a copy. sadly they have  no spanish version of don quixote and the saleslady insisted that i buy the english one. i said no, glared at her, muttered some spanish cusses and made my leave. i went to several other bookstores but they also had no spanish version and also insisted that i buy the english one. after a dozen or so of stupid bookstores i passed by a booksale store. testing my luck, i went in and didn't bother asking the clerk for any spanish don quixote fearing that he might insist that i buy a used english translated don quixote. after browsing their shelves, i found no don quixote, english or spanish. i was about to march off the store when this book, haphazardly thrown on a box labelled  "P50 below " caught my eyes. it seemed familiar to me and so i picked it up. lo and behold, there it was!!  " Don Quijote de la Mancha" , hard-bound and in a fit condition. i thought that the book fell in the p50 below box so i asked the clerk how much the book costs and he said P30 (3o pesos) (note : 1 dollar =  around 48 pesos. do the math) . i stared at him, slack-jawed for quite a few seconds and asked him again, 'how much??' and he replied, this time, with more conviction, '3o pesos ma'am' and i was like  "are you sure?? this book is like kinda thick. so why just 30 pesos?" and well his reply had me laughing on the floor. 

he said : "well it was priced at 200 pesos before but a few months haved passed and no one was buying it. we've priced it for a hundred pesos and no one was still buying it so we just chunked it there on the 50 pesos below box. you're actually the first person who had interest in it."

and so, i bought the book for 3o pesos (note : i bought the english translation, hard bound, back in highschool for more or less 500 pesos i think) and went out of the store wearing a shit-eating grin on my face. never in my life had i had a bargain like that. i don't even think it was a bargain. i mean, 30 measly pesos for a book as thick as that? man, i love my life. hoorah for spanish!!

i wonder if they also sell spanish version of pablo neruda's poems? how much do you think would that cost?? LOL

just blabbing

"why am i even trying to please you?"

what in the world did i do again??why am i always the one on the wrong side of the fence? this is bull-effin-shit. 

let's go forget about it.if you're tired,well i'm more than tired. i wanna take you for granted...yeah, yeah, well i will.

got myself a job

okay so today i was baptized into the working world. okay fine, so it's a part time job, but this time it's a real job and not just some random chore some family members ask you to do and you being a money-lover and all accept in return for money. no folks,  this time, it's a real job from a real agency. i feel like clapping for myself.hahaha.clap with me! *claps* yay!

how exactly did i land myself a job? well, it was accidental really. we went this morning to this modelling agency that was recruiting my bestfriend and well him, being the bastard that he was, asked me to drive for him. so yeah, me being the *kind* person that i am, agreed, in exchange for him cleaning my flat for 3 days.

when we got to the agency, we were immediately ushered in by this gay dude who ogled at my friend and purposely ignored me. after a few minutes, my friend was called somewhere for an interview, so i busied myself with fashion magazines. after an hour or so of waiting (i'm surprised that i didn't fell asleep at the couch) my friend finally emerged from the room, along with a couple of old ladies who somehow reminded me of social climbers.when my friend turned to me, i felt the ladies scrutinizing me. for what reason, i don't know. i thought that maybe they were looking down at me or something so me, being the arrogant bitch that i am, stood up to amiably greet them. actually, it was more to show them that even if they wear 3 or 4 inched stilettos, i'll still soar over them.bitch much?yeah, i know. 

well,i got the reaction i wanted and when we were about to leave, a queer (yeah, i meant gay) looking dude approached me and asked me if i was busy and if i would like to model for them. i wanted to say 'yes sister, i'm busy' but i think he somewhat knew that i was going to reject him so before i could say anything, he assured me that the sched's not that hectic and that the pay was good. and of course me , being the sucker that i am for money, immeiately caved in the moment the words "the pay is good" were uttered. so after talking some more and signing some legal paper, i was legally working. *claps* yay me again.

so starting next saturday, i'm gonna be talking some modeling/walking lesson and some photoshoots. cool huh?

pinoy101

The Mumbai attacks are probably the talk of the town, at any point in the globe, right now, with every international news network covering the scenes. The spotlight has shifted from the United States to India, from election hypes to terrorism. The attacks were even dubbed as 'India's 9/11'.

Probably the most famous amongst the attacks is the one carried out at the Taj Mahal tower. Youths ransacked the hotel, spraying people with rifle fires in a killing spree. The once elegant hotel, with its 'onyx columns and alabaster ceilings', famously known as the playground of the city's elites was reduced to the grave of the elites. 

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Somehow, the attack on the Taj Mahal tower had brought back into mind a similar incident in my own native land which happened a year ago, November 29 '07: The Manila Peninsula Rebellion. I know that the two are very different from each other but they also have some slight semblance. The fact that the main business district was targeted is one, hotels being attacked or used in the attack is another. The difference lie I guess in the way the situation was handled and the way the attack was staged and who staged it. 

In the Manila Pen seige, the government only worsened the situation when it tried to negotiate with the attackers. Another plus point for thes seige was the fact that it was not that much of a terrorism plot but a rebellion. The major plus point for me would be the fact that a senator of our country (who was,at time, on trial for a case of rebellion  before) led the seige. I mean, terrorism attacks have been plaguing the world for some time now, but only in the Philippines would you witness coups and rebellions on a yearly (at the least)basis, with politicians leading the way.I know plots like this are not laughing matters but in a third-world country like ours, this kind of things rouse many kinds of emotions like anger, disappointment, sadness, whatever, and some battlecries from political parties but sometimes, for ordinary people like me, whose voice is far too small to be heard and/is deliberately ignored, can't help but to just point out some humor into this kind of things, especially when the political arena in your very own country is dirtier, and much worst compared to a cockpit arena. (I am talking about the Manila Pen seige, not the Mumbai attacks. I am in no place, rightful, to comment on India and the social events happening in their country. As a citizen of my beloved country, fully conscious of the events happening around me, I can't help but to comment on the dealings and happenings and voice out my frustrations.)

The Mumbai attacks

I  just got home from school and it has been a long day. My schedule was jam-packed so I wasn't able to make my daily trip to the serials section of any library at school. I was running short on some items so I decided to go to the grocery store. When I got all the items I needed, I went to the magazines section to buy myself a copy of the daily newspaper. What greeted me shocked me out of my wits, that my hand just darted out on its own, seizing the newspaper. There on the cover of the Philippine Daily Inquirer was a posh building in flames, accentuating a jet black background, effectively conveying the grim gist of the news, with the headline, written in bold, capital, red- orange font, saying MUMBAI INFERNO. The caption said 'Five Star Nightmare...' 

At press time, 104 people were said to be dead due to the terror attacks. The other photo featured Mumbai's landmark train station littered with luggages amidst pools of blood. Hundreds have been injured and many were said to be hostaged within the Taj Mahal hotel. Foreigners, particularly Americans and Brits were said to be the primary target of the terrorist. The news and the photos have shocked me, despite the fact that the incident happened miles away from our country. But what had shocked, angered, and disappointed me more was the fact that the terrorist were mere youths, in jeans and shirts and were '25 years old at most'. Youths who were probably blinded by some vision and/or were manipulated by terrorists groups. Youths who are probably victims of some propaganda, teaching them with wrong morals and values and ingraining in them some wrong sense of justice and retribution. I know I have no right to say this kind of things or conclude things about them because I for one don't know the situation fully but I think its a safe thing to say that these youths did not do the attack nor planned it on their own. There has to be some cowards out there who were deliberately using this youths as their front. 

Some might say that the attacks are just another addition to chronicles of terrorism. But for me, this attacks say something else. The mere fact that youths were the ones who carried out some of the attacks is an indicator already of the plight that is happening to the world. This is not the first time youths were involved in some killing spree or other acts of terrorism but the rate with which the cases in which they are involved is alarmingly increasing.