A truth, my secret weapon and Jordan Catalano. // September 25, 2009

Today, I actually crossed things off my to-do list, a few of which are pretty major things, so that was good. I actually haven’t been doing so well in the productivity aspect, so this was a pretty good thing. I should really stop taking so many naps, but I just get so sleepy all the time.

My weapon of choice, aside from caffeine is loads of sugar:

It seems to be working, as it is already half past three in the morning and I am still up and a-typing.

So, thesis progress is progressing, although pretty slowly. I am beginning to fathom just how tedious the work really is, and how it’s not really suited for multi-tasking ADD-ridden chumps like me. (The work involves paying attention — visually — and remembering what to watch out for. I’ve been re-watching My So-Called Life and I’ve been looking out for how many times Angela Chase wears plaid and how many times she snaps at people, and at whom. I think I might go crazy.)

Speaking of My So-Called Life, I have unearthed my old flame that is Jordan Catalano, and in the light of my own experience with jerky guys, I have come to the conclusion that Jordan Catalano is a major douche. I have no idea why I never realized this when I first watched the series, because Angela’s absolutely crushed face is practically perpetually on screen. Really, he has mastered the art of douchebaggery. And the dude can’t even “read good.” At least Jesse, from Gilmore Girls is brooding and literate. Tim Riggins, from Friday Night Lights (who has been, incidentally, dubbed the new Jordan Catalano) only hides behind his good looks, football padding and permanent drunken stupor, but “can read, you know.” Jordan’s like, a total loser. I mean, he wrote a song about his frakking car, instead of Angela Chase, who is so obviously beautiful, and so obviously in love with him, never mind that she’s been dubbed “that weird girl,” by Jordan’s similarly dumb-ass friends.

And yet. I mean. I would have to agree with Angela — he leans great.

Please also take into account his face:

It is doubtless that, without a doubt, Jordan Catalano is the only reason I am forgiving Jared Leto for his real-life ways. Let’s face it — the only reason why the world lets Jared Leto get away with half of the things that he’s done in his life (admit it — he’s pretty insane) is because he played Jordan Catalano, for eighteen episodes, for one brief season, for one of the best coming-of-age television shows in existence.

And the world does not forget people like Jordan Catalano. So, you’re welcome, Jared Leto. Please tone down the crazy. For all our sakes.

 

SOLER’s Stream: Works on Paper. // September 23, 2009

Heads up, guise. My dad’s new exhibit is up! It’s located in the lobby of Alliance Française de Manille (complete address at the end of this entry) and it’s comprised of 21 collaged pieces inspired by a stream. Something like that. I really like a lot of the pieces, so if you’re in the Makati area, try to take a look. It’s free, you see. :)

HIGHLIGHTS

• Ran into Nash after forever. We had a good long, talk. Her mom was nice. :)
• The food was great. I had quiche for the first time (not a fan) and the lumpia was really good. The manongs were also nice.
• The general Frenchiness of the situation. I mean, the Ambassador of France to the Philippines, and the director of Alliance (both the present and the predecessor) and a bunch of other French people were there. I am a closet francophile, you see. I took French 1, was supposed to minor, but my dreams screeched to a halt. I am now considering taking lessons at Alliance.

I have some more photos, but first I feel like I must announce that my fear of public speaking was affirmed today (much more than before). A camera crew for Net 25 was there and was asking for some comments, and wow. I nearly cried because he was really pushing for an interview. :( I wondered, then, how many things I couldn’t do because I couldn’t speak in public.

O.K. That’s all, pictures nao! I’m posting a few here, but the entire set’s over at my Flickr account.

my (lame) older brother, my sister & me.

nash! :)

Alliance Française de Manille
209 Nicanor Garcia Street,
Bel-Air II, Makati City,
Philippines

• fin •

 

Bantayog ng mga Bayani // September 21, 2009

This morning, I went to Bantayog ng mga Bayani with Eira, because we are lame and were not able to go to the CCP Complex Tour or the Binondo Wok with the rest of our classmates, for History credit. I honestly thought that today, we were going to be touring the grounds (to which, I thought when we got there, “What grounds?!”) but it turned out that there was a sort of celebration/commemoration for the people who fought against Martial Law that have died.

Since I am a poor time manager (?) here are a few of the photos that I took while we were there. More tomorrow. I am scrambling for time because I mismanaged and took a long nap this afternoon when I should be reading Gabriel Marcel (translated from French to English to Filipino!) and I have a 7:30 a.m. class tomorrow. SIGH, LIFE.

Anyway, here they are:

Propaganda (?) Material

ZOMG MAR ROXAS.

Jail Cell.

SO MANY PEOPLE. (!)

Chillin’ like a villain.

We were SUPER amused by this room and sign.
Like, I’m not even kidding you. WE WERE SUPER AMUSED.

Eira is the cutest! My face is weird.

We went to visit the wall outside.
Photos of the actual wall (and not or FACES) tomorrow.

 

 

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