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Sunday, June 24, 2007
Long Post, Part 2: Freaky Encounters
I don't know why I always have some weird encounters with Koreans. Okay, so far I've only had two but let's make it three by including that Cho guy who was responsible for the shooting at Va. Tech. I am aware this will pass for a bad generalization. However, I can't be blamed if the only encounters I had with Koreans turned out to be freaky. The only one that isn't is that with my friend whom I met in DC. He's way far from these two, which you are about to hear.
On my way here to CA, I was seated beside a Korean mom. (She told me she was flying here to visit her son or something like working on papers for the citizenship of his son. Whatever.) 1, 2, 3 hours into the flight she was fine. She was decent and friendly and CALM. There was no hint of her being... Anyway, then came the breakfast. Instead of getting soda or water or juice, the lady decided she wanted red wine. So she got it. I thought, it shouldn't be so bad. After all, many girls drink that. They get drunk alright but a little bottle shouldn't hurt. After the meal, she took some medication. Okay, she was still fine. And then it happened. The lady started going through her stuff. She had so many bags with her, handbag and plastic bags from Duty Free in the airport. At first I thought she was just looking for something so important she already had to look for it. But boy was I wrong. 4th hour, 5th, 6th... she just wouldn't stop. She kept hitting me as she tried to 'look' for something underneath her seat, the guy in front of her's seat, my seat and the lady to her left's seat. I couldn't freakin get sleep! She was pulling out all the stuff from the bags, now they're scattered all over her seat. And she kept standing up. She even kept talking to me in KOREAN! And I already told her I don't speak and AM NOT Korean. I even pretended to sleep just so she would shut up. But she wouldn't! That lady!!! Later on she started throwing stuff to the guy in front of her. An empty plastic bag and then... something that seemed to me like an underwear. It was somehow confirmed by the lady seated to her left because she couldn't stop laughing I found myself laughing too. I was trying sooo hard to hold it back (I was able to, a bit) and no, it wasn't easy. Attendants had already tried to calm her down (apparently, she went to their 'station' I don't know for what but they eventually figured out something was wrong with her), and she did but only for a while. That lady just gave me my worst. flight. ever. (My sister is to blame for putting me on that seat!)
Then came my second encounter. Last Thursday, as I was on my way to The Grove riding the bus, a guy who seemed normal, somewhat bordering on looking weird, entered and sat beside me. I already kind of figured he was high the moment he started talking to the driver. He goes, it's so hot out there dude. The driver responded and he goes, I know dude. Thanks buddy. Now while that might sound normal, it was the way he said it. And the way he looked. From afar, he looked pretty decent. Like a typical Korean. A moment later, he tapped me perhaps with the chopsticks he had then asked me, Are you Korean? I go, no. Filipino. He goes, oh. I go, Are you? He said, Yeah. He continued, there are a lot of Filipinos in blah blah. A look closer reveals he's got pale lips, that stoned face, and... dirty fingernails. Plus he had a pair of chopsticks sticking out his mouth and a cigarette, which was apparently lit earlier. Under normal circumstances, I would've been utterly nice and interested to chat. But with someone looking like that, oh gosh. Those two freaky encounters with Koreans got me to putting in my yahoo messenger status, What's up with Koreans? Really though, how could I have such freaky encounters with the freaky people?
To continue my seemingly inexhaustible list of freaky encounters, yesterday on my way to Beverly Hills, again inside the bus, a black lady sat beside me. Something in my mind told me, something's wrong with her even before she sat. One minute passed, then two and three, there was nothing. So I thought, well, I was wrong. Then again, I was mistaken. All of a sudden, just like the Korean mom, she started mumbling. I couldn't grasp what she was saying but she was saying something. Then she just started pointing to something, although her arms were not fully extended. It was at that point when all my freaky encounters came on a flashback. The Korean mom, the Korean dude, then this one. I couldn't remember those in the past but I'm positive there were also a lot of that because I can remember thinking about the same question: why the hell am I surrounded by insane people? Oh gosh, I thought. I hope this isn't a preview of what my life will be for the next year and in the future.
On my way here to CA, I was seated beside a Korean mom. (She told me she was flying here to visit her son or something like working on papers for the citizenship of his son. Whatever.) 1, 2, 3 hours into the flight she was fine. She was decent and friendly and CALM. There was no hint of her being... Anyway, then came the breakfast. Instead of getting soda or water or juice, the lady decided she wanted red wine. So she got it. I thought, it shouldn't be so bad. After all, many girls drink that. They get drunk alright but a little bottle shouldn't hurt. After the meal, she took some medication. Okay, she was still fine. And then it happened. The lady started going through her stuff. She had so many bags with her, handbag and plastic bags from Duty Free in the airport. At first I thought she was just looking for something so important she already had to look for it. But boy was I wrong. 4th hour, 5th, 6th... she just wouldn't stop. She kept hitting me as she tried to 'look' for something underneath her seat, the guy in front of her's seat, my seat and the lady to her left's seat. I couldn't freakin get sleep! She was pulling out all the stuff from the bags, now they're scattered all over her seat. And she kept standing up. She even kept talking to me in KOREAN! And I already told her I don't speak and AM NOT Korean. I even pretended to sleep just so she would shut up. But she wouldn't! That lady!!! Later on she started throwing stuff to the guy in front of her. An empty plastic bag and then... something that seemed to me like an underwear. It was somehow confirmed by the lady seated to her left because she couldn't stop laughing I found myself laughing too. I was trying sooo hard to hold it back (I was able to, a bit) and no, it wasn't easy. Attendants had already tried to calm her down (apparently, she went to their 'station' I don't know for what but they eventually figured out something was wrong with her), and she did but only for a while. That lady just gave me my worst. flight. ever. (My sister is to blame for putting me on that seat!)
Then came my second encounter. Last Thursday, as I was on my way to The Grove riding the bus, a guy who seemed normal, somewhat bordering on looking weird, entered and sat beside me. I already kind of figured he was high the moment he started talking to the driver. He goes, it's so hot out there dude. The driver responded and he goes, I know dude. Thanks buddy. Now while that might sound normal, it was the way he said it. And the way he looked. From afar, he looked pretty decent. Like a typical Korean. A moment later, he tapped me perhaps with the chopsticks he had then asked me, Are you Korean? I go, no. Filipino. He goes, oh. I go, Are you? He said, Yeah. He continued, there are a lot of Filipinos in blah blah. A look closer reveals he's got pale lips, that stoned face, and... dirty fingernails. Plus he had a pair of chopsticks sticking out his mouth and a cigarette, which was apparently lit earlier. Under normal circumstances, I would've been utterly nice and interested to chat. But with someone looking like that, oh gosh. Those two freaky encounters with Koreans got me to putting in my yahoo messenger status, What's up with Koreans? Really though, how could I have such freaky encounters with the freaky people?
To continue my seemingly inexhaustible list of freaky encounters, yesterday on my way to Beverly Hills, again inside the bus, a black lady sat beside me. Something in my mind told me, something's wrong with her even before she sat. One minute passed, then two and three, there was nothing. So I thought, well, I was wrong. Then again, I was mistaken. All of a sudden, just like the Korean mom, she started mumbling. I couldn't grasp what she was saying but she was saying something. Then she just started pointing to something, although her arms were not fully extended. It was at that point when all my freaky encounters came on a flashback. The Korean mom, the Korean dude, then this one. I couldn't remember those in the past but I'm positive there were also a lot of that because I can remember thinking about the same question: why the hell am I surrounded by insane people? Oh gosh, I thought. I hope this isn't a preview of what my life will be for the next year and in the future.
Long Post, Part 1: The World and Me
I am thinking about creating a regular post in this blog called Reasons. Before, I didn't believe that things happen for a reason. If ever I did, those rare moments that I did, that was because the events were in my favor. Many of my friends know about my supposed departure for UK last year and how the plan all came crushing down. They also knew how pissed I was, how mad I was that it didn't push through. I was trying to pull some answers down from heaven. I guess it even reached the point that I was angry at God that it happened. For months, I couldn't understand why it had to happen. I used to think that whatever the reason for it, if ever it had any, it was stupid and pure shit. Eventually though, things started to fall into place. I sort of figured out not really why I didn't get to go but rather why I am doing this now (or maybe so I could do this and DC). And it's not really just in big events like this that I find a reason. Even in the small daily things that happen, God makes a revelation- something that at the spur of the moment just makes you realize why so and so happens. Reasons could even be as big and noble-sounding as wanting to save the world from poverty. I think I will do this. I'd love to see how people react to my personal revelations and assigned/identified reasons.
The trip to 90210 yesterday was wonderful and tiring. The traveling took more than an hour and one can see nothing but Mexcian establishments. But past a certain street, it all becomes Beverly-ish. Classy, high-end, pleasant to the eyes. A little bit farther it becomes even more pleasant as it starts to look like a tour. To one's right, he can see the famous 'Hollywood' sign and be much closer to it as they approach the destination. As a Filipino however, it was also lovely seeing Jollibee, if I'm not mistaken along Beverly Boulevard. First thought in my mind was, finally, I saw Jollibee. Made me miss it and want to eat there (though I'm sure it won't be as good as the original.) Anyway, about 90210. it was a bit difficult walking around at first because of the sun. I was walking from one street to another, looking for shops to see and CPK! And Crocs! Those were precisely the reasons I went there and I never found both of them! I even called 411 to ask about both and still! Worse, I was told there's no Crocs in BHllls. Only in Santa Monica, which if I took by taxi would've cost me some $30! I decided then to just make SM my next agenda. Tomorrow probably. (I kinda want to get the Crocs badly). I didn't get a lot yesterday since I've already shopped the day before at The Grove. I just decided I wanted to walk around and see the place. Pretty good, I must say. High class, only, it's not for me. :D I walked almost the whole stretch of N Canon, Dayton, Brighton, Beverly and Rodeo Dr. I think I even got to Roxbury, Bedford and Camden Dr. The side I didn't get to see was the South side. Probably next time.
Last night, I had a horrible, horrible dream. I believe that dreams mean something so I decided to go look up for the meaning. And this is what came out:
To dream that a house is on fire, indicates that you need to undergo some transformation. If you have recurring dreams of your family house on fire, then it suggests that you are still not ready for the change or that you are fighting against the change. Alternatively, it highlights passion and the love of those around you.
Transformation? What kind of transformation do I need to undergo? It was the first time I dreamed of that so the second interpretation doesn't apply. As for the third, that sounds better... and more stable. So I guess I'll take that.
Lately, I've been listening a lot to Maroon 5. How could I have not known for almost 5 years that they got some BRILLIANT songs? It even started out that I don't like This Love and She Will Be Loved. Now, apart from Journey and Michael Buble (I still have to listen to the new songs in his new album), Maroon 5 also becomes a favorite. Defo. And then some Bon Jovi. Simple Plan remains as another one, though I haven't really been listening to them lately. So remember these bands: Maroon 5. Journey. Simple Plan. Bon Jovi. Michael Buble (I wanna classify him as a band =p).
Know what, I noticed that lately, my singing hasn't been that good. Seriously. I'd kick your ass if you tell me I've always sounded bad. No, I haven't. I used to sound so much better. Okay, just better. But now, I can't seem to sing some good notes. Probably it's because I got sick before I got here in CA.
I don't think there's anything else I'd like to write about. I've pretty much covered everything I had in mind prior to this writing. Or except that now I'm thinking about moving this blog to Wordpress, too just like I did my footie blog. And thank God it's doing well. More than 1,200 hits already only after 3 weeks or so. Certainly feels good.
PS Some of my friends from DC suggested a Vegas reunion. OMG. C'mon. I would fuckin' love that. PLEASE let's do that. If not though, there might be a Vegas trip with IPPAM class sometime next month. Vegas, Vegas, I am here.
PS2 This should end. I've basically spent my whole afternoon blogging. And singing.
The trip to 90210 yesterday was wonderful and tiring. The traveling took more than an hour and one can see nothing but Mexcian establishments. But past a certain street, it all becomes Beverly-ish. Classy, high-end, pleasant to the eyes. A little bit farther it becomes even more pleasant as it starts to look like a tour. To one's right, he can see the famous 'Hollywood' sign and be much closer to it as they approach the destination. As a Filipino however, it was also lovely seeing Jollibee, if I'm not mistaken along Beverly Boulevard. First thought in my mind was, finally, I saw Jollibee. Made me miss it and want to eat there (though I'm sure it won't be as good as the original.) Anyway, about 90210. it was a bit difficult walking around at first because of the sun. I was walking from one street to another, looking for shops to see and CPK! And Crocs! Those were precisely the reasons I went there and I never found both of them! I even called 411 to ask about both and still! Worse, I was told there's no Crocs in BHllls. Only in Santa Monica, which if I took by taxi would've cost me some $30! I decided then to just make SM my next agenda. Tomorrow probably. (I kinda want to get the Crocs badly). I didn't get a lot yesterday since I've already shopped the day before at The Grove. I just decided I wanted to walk around and see the place. Pretty good, I must say. High class, only, it's not for me. :D I walked almost the whole stretch of N Canon, Dayton, Brighton, Beverly and Rodeo Dr. I think I even got to Roxbury, Bedford and Camden Dr. The side I didn't get to see was the South side. Probably next time.
Last night, I had a horrible, horrible dream. I believe that dreams mean something so I decided to go look up for the meaning. And this is what came out:
To dream that a house is on fire, indicates that you need to undergo some transformation. If you have recurring dreams of your family house on fire, then it suggests that you are still not ready for the change or that you are fighting against the change. Alternatively, it highlights passion and the love of those around you.
Transformation? What kind of transformation do I need to undergo? It was the first time I dreamed of that so the second interpretation doesn't apply. As for the third, that sounds better... and more stable. So I guess I'll take that.
Lately, I've been listening a lot to Maroon 5. How could I have not known for almost 5 years that they got some BRILLIANT songs? It even started out that I don't like This Love and She Will Be Loved. Now, apart from Journey and Michael Buble (I still have to listen to the new songs in his new album), Maroon 5 also becomes a favorite. Defo. And then some Bon Jovi. Simple Plan remains as another one, though I haven't really been listening to them lately. So remember these bands: Maroon 5. Journey. Simple Plan. Bon Jovi. Michael Buble (I wanna classify him as a band =p).
Know what, I noticed that lately, my singing hasn't been that good. Seriously. I'd kick your ass if you tell me I've always sounded bad. No, I haven't. I used to sound so much better. Okay, just better. But now, I can't seem to sing some good notes. Probably it's because I got sick before I got here in CA.
I don't think there's anything else I'd like to write about. I've pretty much covered everything I had in mind prior to this writing. Or except that now I'm thinking about moving this blog to Wordpress, too just like I did my footie blog. And thank God it's doing well. More than 1,200 hits already only after 3 weeks or so. Certainly feels good.
PS Some of my friends from DC suggested a Vegas reunion. OMG. C'mon. I would fuckin' love that. PLEASE let's do that. If not though, there might be a Vegas trip with IPPAM class sometime next month. Vegas, Vegas, I am here.
PS2 This should end. I've basically spent my whole afternoon blogging. And singing.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Late realization...
This is way overdue but...
Alcohol and club don't go well togeher for me. One can give me alcohol but not in a club. Or one can bring me to a club, just don't give me alcohol.
PS I need a car. I would never like CA until I get one... or until I get to go around without having to spend so much for a cab. [Trust me, this PS will be a regular thing on my entries.]
Alcohol and club don't go well togeher for me. One can give me alcohol but not in a club. Or one can bring me to a club, just don't give me alcohol.
PS I need a car. I would never like CA until I get one... or until I get to go around without having to spend so much for a cab. [Trust me, this PS will be a regular thing on my entries.]
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
First (Few) Days' Funk
Thank God for the orientation; I was saved from insanity. Finally yesterday I met the people I was gonna be classmates with. 33/34 in the class. About 14-15 from Taiwan, 7 Americans, ... 1 Filipino. Ehem. The orientation itself was pretty long and dull. BUT. The lunch prior to that? A winner. I laughed so hard and that more than compensated for the 3-4 days I didn't laugh while stuck here in my room. (Well, it's not like I laugh everyday anyway. Point is, boredom FINALLY ended.) Everyone seems awesome but the 3 other guys (all homegrown Asians) I was on the table with were just hilarious.
Tomorrow, class starts. Statistics. Awesome. Okay, so it is scary that we will be having the program director for our professor. I heard he's good but the people from the previous batch gave me that face when I told them we were gonna have him. And it kind of starts to freak me out too. I'm not sure whether to get scared, really. After all, we had the program director and THE DEAN of our school for our statistics back in college. I did okay. It would've better were it not for probabilities, permutations and combinations. Ugh, disgusting. Point is, our professor now is "the Boss" as they aptly call him, but it shouldn't be so bad. Anyway, I don't want to enter his class every single time freakin out. Confidence, that's what Ateneo gave me. Naks. Seriously though, while the Stat we're doing this time may be different, it shouldn't be THAT different. And therefore, I shouldn't suffer. Shame if I do. I came here confident I will do well. Okay there will be stressful times, but it's all part of it. Plus, I like stress. :D
Speaking of stress, at the moment, I wanna do several things. Join USC's grad student's org, be part of our class' 'senate'. I just miss doing extra-curricular work. Org work. Stress work. It's probably one of the things I miss most being out of school. I tried to get involved while in Georgetown but the time just didn't permit it. This time, I have a lot of chances. So I wanna do it. Basically, in the 'senate', as in the real Senate, what one does is represent a certain group of constituents- to voice out the students' concerns and make a change. USC's Graduate and Professional Student Senate is the organization for all 14,000+ grad students of the university. How I'm gonna make a big contribution, I don't know. :D But I do want to. (After all, if I'm just gonna be stuck here in the campus the whole time, might as well keep myself busy with work). Then, I need to get a GPA of 3.5. Impossible but I'll keep dreaming. That will allow me to apply for Pi Alpha Alpha, an honor society for people from my school, SPPD. Apart from that, I would want to get a part-time job. In campus (I don't have a choice).
About being stuck, PLEASE. I. NEED. A. CAR. I've never been out of campus since I got here last Thursday. Fine, it hasn't been long. But seriously, soon it will be. I repeat, I NEED A CAR. (This is starting to freak me out.)
PS I saw I posted an "A&F Article" as I was scrolling down my blog. I can't remember posting that one. Though I'm quite sure it was me. A&F e. ;)
Tomorrow, class starts. Statistics. Awesome. Okay, so it is scary that we will be having the program director for our professor. I heard he's good but the people from the previous batch gave me that face when I told them we were gonna have him. And it kind of starts to freak me out too. I'm not sure whether to get scared, really. After all, we had the program director and THE DEAN of our school for our statistics back in college. I did okay. It would've better were it not for probabilities, permutations and combinations. Ugh, disgusting. Point is, our professor now is "the Boss" as they aptly call him, but it shouldn't be so bad. Anyway, I don't want to enter his class every single time freakin out. Confidence, that's what Ateneo gave me. Naks. Seriously though, while the Stat we're doing this time may be different, it shouldn't be THAT different. And therefore, I shouldn't suffer. Shame if I do. I came here confident I will do well. Okay there will be stressful times, but it's all part of it. Plus, I like stress. :D
Speaking of stress, at the moment, I wanna do several things. Join USC's grad student's org, be part of our class' 'senate'. I just miss doing extra-curricular work. Org work. Stress work. It's probably one of the things I miss most being out of school. I tried to get involved while in Georgetown but the time just didn't permit it. This time, I have a lot of chances. So I wanna do it. Basically, in the 'senate', as in the real Senate, what one does is represent a certain group of constituents- to voice out the students' concerns and make a change. USC's Graduate and Professional Student Senate is the organization for all 14,000+ grad students of the university. How I'm gonna make a big contribution, I don't know. :D But I do want to. (After all, if I'm just gonna be stuck here in the campus the whole time, might as well keep myself busy with work). Then, I need to get a GPA of 3.5. Impossible but I'll keep dreaming. That will allow me to apply for Pi Alpha Alpha, an honor society for people from my school, SPPD. Apart from that, I would want to get a part-time job. In campus (I don't have a choice).
About being stuck, PLEASE. I. NEED. A. CAR. I've never been out of campus since I got here last Thursday. Fine, it hasn't been long. But seriously, soon it will be. I repeat, I NEED A CAR. (This is starting to freak me out.)
PS I saw I posted an "A&F Article" as I was scrolling down my blog. I can't remember posting that one. Though I'm quite sure it was me. A&F e. ;)
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Is this California?
This post is especially for my friend Meanne who's been bugging me to update this one. So here it is.
It's been 2 days since I got in California. One can only think that life so far is wonderful. After all, the words luxury, fun, and extravagant lifestyle all seem to match with the place. It's been complete opposite for me, however, at least for now. This isn't quite like DC where once out of the apartment, you can easily find your way to different places. I didn't even get to use Lonely Planet's guide anymore. Right at the same block are Starbucks, Capitol Lounge, a pretty decent bar in which one could have brunch (and more), a little more walking and there's Bank of America, on the other side is a FedEx Kinko's and when you walk further down and cross the street, it's the Church. The metro station is also just 2 blocks away. For that I love DC so much more.
Here in California though, it's been tough. It might actually be tough for the coming days and months. I live right outside campus, so going to school wouldn't be a problem. But I don't intend to just go to school. One thing that makes California a wonderful place (or so I heard) are those places that create the buzz. Beverly Hills. Sunset Boulevard. Hollywood. Disneyland. Universal Studios. Even UCLA. But not a single one of them could be reached just by walking. You just don't wanna do that. Everything must be driven to. If you don't have a car, too bad for you. Well, I don't so too bad for me. I haven't tried going to any of those places riding a cab. But I suppose, with the traffic on those freeways, which I unfortunately experienced on my first day here, I believe the fare would be plain horrible.
Second thing, the food. Yesterday, I just had one full meal. At 630pm. Then my second 'meal' was at 1am- a box of Chicken in a Biskit. I promised last night that today I was gonna have some gooood meal to compensate for the starvation I experienced last night. BUT. How could I have known that hailing a cab here in LA is such a no-no? Therefore, even without a specific place in mind but definitely with a plan to eat somewhere good, I tried hailing a cab... and I failed. (I was actually trying to hail a cab to head somewhere where I could buy a refill for my prepaid phone. Then I realized later on, after I went grocery shopping, it wouldn't have been wise to have traveled 2 miles just to get a refill since there's a nearby T-Mobile dealer here.) So for my supposedly gooood meal for the day, I ended up at Burger King eating a Bacon Double Melt meal. Count that as my ONLY meal for today. Just about an hour ago, I decided to munc on Ritz because I could hear my stomach grumbling. It's been like that for several hours. I got some more food from the grocery today but all of them could only be cooked with an oven. But I had second thoughts because....
Third thing, I think the rat that's been going around in here came from there. When I opened it last night to look if it was clean, and then closed it again, that's when the rat started roaming around the place. This morning, when I woke up, I heard some noise coming from one of the luggages I used. Voila, the rat was in my room. Point is, the rat might've been living inside that oven for the days it's been alive. It might have been pissing and pooping on the racks. The thought is just plain sick and disgusting. I don't know how the hell I am gonna use that oven.
Fourth, I loved my life in DC because there were so many people I could bug whenever I want. But here, I don't even have a roomie! Before, I would've said I would've preferred not having a roomie than having a roomie I don't like. Well now I'm not gonna say that. Because there is such a thing as having a roomie that you like. And I don't have that. The dorm-mate that I have here is younger than me and has been here for 2 years or so, which means he already has his own friends. And I don't. I've been stuck here in my room for the last 3 nights, letting time pass by chatting with some college friends (oh thank you!) and that's it. But it's been only 3 days. I don't wanna conclude things just yet. I will let a week or two pass before I pass the judgment. That's exactly why I can't wait for Monday, the day I meet the people I will be with for the next year.
I could only hope that I make some good friends, like I did back in DC. And that by the end of next week, I would no longer have to rant about being by myself, stuck here in my room, with nothing but biscuit to eat at midnight and nowhere else to go... because this isn't how I envisioned California life to be.
It's been 2 days since I got in California. One can only think that life so far is wonderful. After all, the words luxury, fun, and extravagant lifestyle all seem to match with the place. It's been complete opposite for me, however, at least for now. This isn't quite like DC where once out of the apartment, you can easily find your way to different places. I didn't even get to use Lonely Planet's guide anymore. Right at the same block are Starbucks, Capitol Lounge, a pretty decent bar in which one could have brunch (and more), a little more walking and there's Bank of America, on the other side is a FedEx Kinko's and when you walk further down and cross the street, it's the Church. The metro station is also just 2 blocks away. For that I love DC so much more.
Here in California though, it's been tough. It might actually be tough for the coming days and months. I live right outside campus, so going to school wouldn't be a problem. But I don't intend to just go to school. One thing that makes California a wonderful place (or so I heard) are those places that create the buzz. Beverly Hills. Sunset Boulevard. Hollywood. Disneyland. Universal Studios. Even UCLA. But not a single one of them could be reached just by walking. You just don't wanna do that. Everything must be driven to. If you don't have a car, too bad for you. Well, I don't so too bad for me. I haven't tried going to any of those places riding a cab. But I suppose, with the traffic on those freeways, which I unfortunately experienced on my first day here, I believe the fare would be plain horrible.
Second thing, the food. Yesterday, I just had one full meal. At 630pm. Then my second 'meal' was at 1am- a box of Chicken in a Biskit. I promised last night that today I was gonna have some gooood meal to compensate for the starvation I experienced last night. BUT. How could I have known that hailing a cab here in LA is such a no-no? Therefore, even without a specific place in mind but definitely with a plan to eat somewhere good, I tried hailing a cab... and I failed. (I was actually trying to hail a cab to head somewhere where I could buy a refill for my prepaid phone. Then I realized later on, after I went grocery shopping, it wouldn't have been wise to have traveled 2 miles just to get a refill since there's a nearby T-Mobile dealer here.) So for my supposedly gooood meal for the day, I ended up at Burger King eating a Bacon Double Melt meal. Count that as my ONLY meal for today. Just about an hour ago, I decided to munc on Ritz because I could hear my stomach grumbling. It's been like that for several hours. I got some more food from the grocery today but all of them could only be cooked with an oven. But I had second thoughts because....
Third thing, I think the rat that's been going around in here came from there. When I opened it last night to look if it was clean, and then closed it again, that's when the rat started roaming around the place. This morning, when I woke up, I heard some noise coming from one of the luggages I used. Voila, the rat was in my room. Point is, the rat might've been living inside that oven for the days it's been alive. It might have been pissing and pooping on the racks. The thought is just plain sick and disgusting. I don't know how the hell I am gonna use that oven.
Fourth, I loved my life in DC because there were so many people I could bug whenever I want. But here, I don't even have a roomie! Before, I would've said I would've preferred not having a roomie than having a roomie I don't like. Well now I'm not gonna say that. Because there is such a thing as having a roomie that you like. And I don't have that. The dorm-mate that I have here is younger than me and has been here for 2 years or so, which means he already has his own friends. And I don't. I've been stuck here in my room for the last 3 nights, letting time pass by chatting with some college friends (oh thank you!) and that's it. But it's been only 3 days. I don't wanna conclude things just yet. I will let a week or two pass before I pass the judgment. That's exactly why I can't wait for Monday, the day I meet the people I will be with for the next year.
I could only hope that I make some good friends, like I did back in DC. And that by the end of next week, I would no longer have to rant about being by myself, stuck here in my room, with nothing but biscuit to eat at midnight and nowhere else to go... because this isn't how I envisioned California life to be.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Bummer.
I could be facing the most boring month ever. Everything, as in everything, just had their season finales. Grey's Anatomy ended last week. So did Heroes. And of course, the Premiership, soon the Championship and other lower Leagues. Bundesliga is also over. Serie A is about to end this week, so is La Liga. What the heck is there left for me to watch? Even listen to? The Gavin Peacock Show just had its last episode yeterday and I'm not sure if 606 would still have the Football Phone-in Show. Erm, I don't think so.
Grey's Anatomy Season 4 starts Fall of 2007, which would be around mid-September. And Heroes is scheduled to come back September 24. I suppose other shows I watched before like Veronica Mars are on season break, too. Perhaps I can only count on football. Team's pre-season starts in July (Chelsea in California!!!), so that will be a month and half of wait for me. But there are also international friendlies soon. Next Friday is England's friendly against Brazil and on June 6, it's Euro 2008 Qualifier as England play Estonia (they better win this or they could face their exit).
Grey's Anatomy Season 4 starts Fall of 2007, which would be around mid-September. And Heroes is scheduled to come back September 24. I suppose other shows I watched before like Veronica Mars are on season break, too. Perhaps I can only count on football. Team's pre-season starts in July (Chelsea in California!!!), so that will be a month and half of wait for me. But there are also international friendlies soon. Next Friday is England's friendly against Brazil and on June 6, it's Euro 2008 Qualifier as England play Estonia (they better win this or they could face their exit).
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
3 am rantings.
So here are two things that tick me:
One people who talk like this:
thx sa lyter! wahehe.. eyOn..nu b mssbi q?.. adek ata 2 sa DOTA dumayo p ng caloocan eh pra ln mag laroo.. awee.. olweys redi sa lyter.. tpos lam nio pg nkta nio 2 prng d nadilat.. awee..
THE PERFECT DISPLAY OF EXCESSIVE EFFORTS TO BE CUTE AND COOL. Plus, A MANIFESTATION OF LAZINESS AND STUPIDITY.
Point #1: People speak (and text) that way because they think it's cute and lovely and sweet. Fuckin' hell no. It sounds stupid, it sounds irritating, and it sounds pathetic.
Point #2: How difficult can it be to type the whole word, instead of taking away every single AEIOU (yes, I know they're called vowels) from the word?!?! If one's too fuckin' lazy to type the whole thing, then JUST CALL THE PERSON! He is merely promoting stupidity. And he himself is stupid!
Point #3: They sound so pathetic and disgusting and stupid, I hope they get obliterated from the face of the earth. Okay, that's harsh. Feel free to suggest something less harsh.
And two, people who try making fashion statements by wearing football kit (or any other sport for that matter) when they're not even fans!
Point #1: Kits are there for fans to display their support for a team and the sport itself. Kits are made for FANS. NOT POSERS.
Point #2: Kits are made for some specific purpose. Not only to be worn, but to be worn by PLAYERS OR SUPPORTERS. Those kits mean something. They are not merely fashionable items. They stand for something deeper than mere social image.
Point #3: KITS ARE MADE FOR FANS. NOT FOR NON-FANS. NOT FOR TRYING-HARD INDIVIDUALS TRYING TO BE DIFFERENT (then be naked if they wanna be different!). NOT FOR POSERS. NOT FOR PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY MEAN AND WHAT THEY STAND FOR.
One people who talk like this:
thx sa lyter! wahehe.. eyOn..nu b mssbi q?.. adek ata 2 sa DOTA dumayo p ng caloocan eh pra ln mag laroo.. awee.. olweys redi sa lyter.. tpos lam nio pg nkta nio 2 prng d nadilat.. awee..
THE PERFECT DISPLAY OF EXCESSIVE EFFORTS TO BE CUTE AND COOL. Plus, A MANIFESTATION OF LAZINESS AND STUPIDITY.
Point #1: People speak (and text) that way because they think it's cute and lovely and sweet. Fuckin' hell no. It sounds stupid, it sounds irritating, and it sounds pathetic.
Point #2: How difficult can it be to type the whole word, instead of taking away every single AEIOU (yes, I know they're called vowels) from the word?!?! If one's too fuckin' lazy to type the whole thing, then JUST CALL THE PERSON! He is merely promoting stupidity. And he himself is stupid!
Point #3: They sound so pathetic and disgusting and stupid, I hope they get obliterated from the face of the earth. Okay, that's harsh. Feel free to suggest something less harsh.
And two, people who try making fashion statements by wearing football kit (or any other sport for that matter) when they're not even fans!
Point #1: Kits are there for fans to display their support for a team and the sport itself. Kits are made for FANS. NOT POSERS.
Point #2: Kits are made for some specific purpose. Not only to be worn, but to be worn by PLAYERS OR SUPPORTERS. Those kits mean something. They are not merely fashionable items. They stand for something deeper than mere social image.
Point #3: KITS ARE MADE FOR FANS. NOT FOR NON-FANS. NOT FOR TRYING-HARD INDIVIDUALS TRYING TO BE DIFFERENT (then be naked if they wanna be different!). NOT FOR POSERS. NOT FOR PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY MEAN AND WHAT THEY STAND FOR.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
.5
Okay, so I thought I was done being grade-conscious, or at least I thought I won't be for the DC program. (It's the parties that matter) But I still am. I'm bugged by one of the grades I got, I want it to be .5 higher. Just that. But I didn't get it. It's been bothering me the past... 3 hours.
Crap.
Crap.
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