Tuesday, August 31, 2004
I wish you enough
I copied this from an email.I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough "Hellos" to get you through the final "Good-bye"
Good or bad, they're all experiences we can learn from and experiences which will only serve to better us, if we let them.
Have a great week!
Saturday, August 28, 2004
Poll
For my August 4 entry (which also doubles as my contribution to Malcolm Lex, UP Law's official school paper), my editor informed me that it will be presented in a blog format (surprise! surprise!) and that I have to submit a picture for my "column".Anyway, in keeping with the anonymous theme of the piece, I've narrowed down my potential column pic to these three. Please tell me what you think would be most apt for my piece.
Thanks!
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Friday, August 27, 2004
Another Reason
I've always known that I was never the maternal type. I was a regular tomboy growing up and never really quite imbibed the ways of a real lady, much to my lola's chagrin (incidentally, it's her birthday today, so, Happy Birthday Lola Teresa! I miss you).
Sure, I like babies as well as the next person, but only when they're clean and smiling. The moment they start crying or pooping, I immediately pass him along to the mother.
Sure, I love my nephew to bits, but it's mostly just playtime with us. I can't imagine being an honest-to-goodness disciplinarian. I think that I'll probably encounter my karma by then, seeing that I'm always playing the kunsintidora tita ("Nooo...of course mommy didn't say you can't have chocolates. She said you can't eat a chocolate bar, but not TWO chocolate bars! Here, don't tell her I gave them to you.")
So aside from the above reasons, my other reasons for shunning the maternal path are:
1. Teenagers or rather the fact that the cude and cuddly baby I gave birth to will mutate into a *gasp* teenager.
2. Episiotomy. Enough said.
3. Epidural. Again, it speaks for itself.
4. Stretch marks.
With regard to stretch marks, my pregnant friend Ella only had this to say: "Don't worry. When you get pregnant, stretch marks will be the least of your worries, the whole experience is awful if not for the baby. Parang host ka sa alien the movie. You are not in control of your body. Yikes, i might be scaring you. Sorry, I'm in my last week na and it's so uncomfortable na."
So I'm adding another reason to my list:
5. Don't want to play the part of alien host.
But if this guy wanted me to become the mother of his children, how can I possibly say no?! Bring on the birthing table! We have ourselves a live one!
P.S.
Ryan Galang Ampongan will be born on September 6, 2004 to Ella and Ian Ampongan. Please include them in your prayers.
I'll try to post pictures as soon as Ella gives the go-signal to visit the baby (Yes Mommy Ella, I'll be bringing the Haagen Daz Strawberry and Cream that you requested as payment for the visit :)
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Finally
Yesterday, on the way to school, my carpoolmate and I were discussing about how unfair it was that classes had never been suspended this semester because of inclement weather. The sky was slightly overcast when we left Paranaque and it was drizzling ever so slightly, so we were totally unprepared for the "typhoon" that suddenly descended upon us while approaching the Ortigas/C5 area!
I swear, the North and the South, though merely separated by a tollgate, are really two different countries altogether.
We eventually ended up taking the longer route via Edsa because experience has taught us that with the continuous downpour of rain, Katipunan would already be flooded in some areas. However, though the ride was relatively smooth all the way (although really rainy) we were shocked to find the Quezon Circle transformed into a virtual wading pool! I half expected to see little kids with their "salbabidas" frolicking and floating beside the car.
Thankfully, Nips' automatic did not falter (as automatics are wont to do during floods) but the tension was palpable. Will we make it to dry land? Thankfully we did. I arrived in law school but it was only to find a semi-deserted building with every single person tuned in to the radio just waiting for the official announcement of the suspension of classes.
And the announcement did come, at 9am. Which was really useless because classes began as early as 7am in UP and 8am in Malcolm Law. Again, for the nth time, dear UP Officials, please make your announcement with regard to the suspension of classes BEFORE classes actually begin. I'd like to see you wade through the flood and wait for a bus/jeepney, that will probably never even show up, just to get to school, only to be told once you arrive (or after your first class) that classes have been suspended.
I managed to hitch a ride with a classmate to the MRT North Ave station and the ride home was uneventful. Upon reaching Bicutan, I was once again reminded of the stark difference weather-wise between the North and the South because upon reaching Alabang, there was nary a raindrop to be found. I was even tempted to stop by the Tropical Palace pool just to do some laps (see the Self-Improvement entry). But my bed eventually beckoned and before you could say "freestyle" I was already deep in slumber land.
My carpool today is with the arrive 830 trip, so that means we leave Alabang at 715am. I tuned in early to the news but at 630am, while most schools in the QC area had already suspended classes, the Republic of UP Diliman still had not issued any announcement. However, I was still scarred from the sight of the Quezon Circle Wading Pool and so I just threw caution to the wind and said "Bahala na si Batman! So what if I'm already thisclose to getting dropped in Property because of excessive absences?"
But as it turns out, classes were suspended in the Republic at about 8am (again, just a wee bit too late) so Batman didn't disappoint.
After yesterday's wet drama and corresponding hassle, what now comes to mind is the saying "Be careful with what you wish for, for you just might get it".
Olympic Postscript
Our jins are now the country's only hope for an Olympic medal. To quote today's Philippine Star:
ATHENS (Via Globe Telecom) — The next three days may provide the Philippines a shining Olympic moment.
Or a Greek tragedy of its making.
For the long wait for the three Filipino jins and the entire nation back home, including the President, is over as the martial art of taekwondo takes center stage at the Faliro Sports Pavilion beginning Thursday.
With the Athens Games fast winding down to its final days, this ancient Korean combat sport offers the country the last Olympic discipline for a podium finish.
In fact, the RP jins made up of Donald David Geisler III, a veteran of the Sydney Games, first timers Tshomlee Go and Maria Antoinette Rivero would need three straight wins to be assured of a silver or four wins to claim the nation’s first Olympic gold. But they have to hold their own against a star-studded cast in three weight divisions.
Go Philippines!
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
A Good Day
Today was one of those warm and cushy days. There was nothing earthshaking nor monumental about it, yet I somehow have this urge to talk about it.It seems to me as if we tend to gloss over days such as this one and instead dwell on our extreme emotions (in the pink of love, red of anger, yellow of happiness etc). But isn't a day spent lounging in your pajamas while burrowed with a good book just as important as the day you first fell in love? Not really. :)
Anyway, to repeat, today was one of those warm and cushy days and I probably feel the urge to blog about it because I got a 1.5 in my Sales midterms! Yehey! I'm the bomb! And to cap off my good day, there were two boxes of Italianni's pizza waiting for me when I got home! How cool is that?! And all along I was just eager to go home and introduce myself to the carrot cake which was patiently waiting for me in the fridge. Perhaps also say a few words to the big bag of miniature chocolates in the mini-fridge. Nothing more, nothing less. So I was pleasantly surprised to see Mr.Italianni in the dining room in all his tempting and delectable glory. Yup, life is good. Or to be more apt, life is delicious.
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Ateneo vs DLSU (Round Two)
The standing is now at 1-1.Post-game heckling then ensues. Jill: Boohoo! :)
Drago: a mere cosmic dust in the universe of our greatness...
Jill: Ibang klase din ang brainwashing sa inyo no? Hahahahaha! :)
Personally, I really couldn't care less which team wins. I just enjoy heckling my solid Ateneo brother (Drago) and my fanatic La Salle siblings (Krissy and Melo). Of course, the 3 all gang up on me whenever UP loses (which is like everytime). But you don't see me crying whenever the Fighting Maroons lose! Hehehehehe
You just gotta love the UAAP.
P.S.
Sabitski Point would like to give a great big shout-out to our cousin Joanne Gaviola who just arrived from a 10 month stint on the cruise ship Crystal Harmony. So the world really is round huh?
Friday, August 20, 2004
The Oldest Profession
I tagged along with Ate Neneth, Mamai and Dra. Romero today when they went to Starfleet KTV/massage parlor for the girls' weekly mandatory check-up. Today's medical check up was a gram stain (or VD as the girls called it) and it is used to determine if the girl has any infectious diseases. The procedure is as follows: the girl's vagina is swabbed; the cotton swab is wiped on a slide and then the slide is read by a lab technician. Apparently, the girls are required to undergo two similar check-ups (which they themselves have to pay for) every week just to ensure that they are "clean". Without these check-ups and a clean bill of health, the girls will not be allowed to hold office. These precautions are necessary for the company's reputation to remain pristine and unblemished It was very surreal to say the least. We set up clinic in one of the De Luxe rooms and the girls entered and removed their undies without qualms to have themselves swabbed. It was after the 30th or so girl that I began to have a newfound respect for my mom's line of work. For looking and poking at vaginas all day long, every single day is definitely not the most pleasant thing to do (although I'm sure some guys out there will disagree). I really don't know why I went with them this afternoon, I think it was mostly a mixture of boredom and curiosity. Because I've never actually seen a whore and so I wanted to see one up close. How exactly does a whore look like? And I got my answer. She looked like me, my sister, my cousin, my best friend and the familiar stranger you always bump into on the way to work. In short, she's a person, a human being and not a freak to be ogled or pointed at. Sex as a commodity. The oldest profession. Glazed eyes. Forced laughter. Contrived stories. Dimly lit rooms. Middle-aged men with beer bellies. Young girls barely out of their teens with a face full of paint. Generous Japanese and stingy Chinese. Everyone has their own stories to tell and yet each story sounds uncannily alike. My heart feels heavy. I should stop and so should they. I can, but they can't. They can't or they won't? Does it really matter?
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Self-Improvement
Today's swimming session with GB and Suizy made me realize just how out of shape I am! Of course, I've never exactly been a triathlete (although I do try, does that count?) but the extent of my lampa-ness didn't quite sink in until today. While my friends clocked in 45-50 laps in the Club's main pool, I was able to do a grand total of 12 laps! And every one of those laps was sheer torture for my underworked arms and legs. So I now vow to move my ass more and get into a regular exercise program, and maybe by then I'll be able to keep up with them machine-like girls. Promise :)
Since I seem to be on a roll with this self-improvement bit, I think I'll also try to become a little less of a meat eater and commune more with the green and leafy kind. Of course, this morning's bacon experience showed just how strong my willpower really is (mmm...bacon...) but that was merely a minor setback. I still think that I can pull off a victory with this one.
The entire household, particularly my mom, seems to be jumping on the healthy bandwagon too. My mom posted a list of "bad foods" (i.e. white rice, white bread, soda, alcohol) and their healthier alternatives (i.e. brown rice, wheat bread, fruit juice, water). Then the reminder to "Exercise! Be fit!". Of course, all this was qualified with: If you can't avoid the following unhealthy food, just don't forget to pray.
However, I don't plan on becoming a full vegetarian because that would be way too difficult (a special menu would have to be prepared just for me because I don't think my family will turn vegetarian any time soon) and I just love chicken too much (mmm...chicken joy...). But I am going to totally exorcise pork from my life and cut down on beef and greasy food. Promise. Maybe if I become less of a carnivore, I'll end up looking like Isabel Roces (the model in the picture). Somehow, I really think that I'll also look good in a pechay gown.
I watched "The Stepford Wives" today and if the movie's premise is correct, that men want their women to be feminine, always put together and at their beck and call at all times, then, boy oh boy, am I in trouble. That's probably the reason why I'm still single up to now (and also the undeniable fact that I'm just plain picky and maarte). Maybe I should also start wearing frilly dresses and churning out layer cakes, then maybe, just maybe, I'll have a little geek to call as my own too. But I don't think I can ever do a complete Stepford change, I like wearing pants too much.
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Yahoo!
Let me just state here and now, that I have a 4 day weekend coming up! Yahoo! Yehey! Hooray!
So what will I do during these four blissful days? I can think of one thing I WONT' be doing, well at least until Sunday night.
First thing I'll definitely be doing is sleep the afternoon away and then when I wake up all rested and refreshed, I'll watch tv until my eyes pop out (2 episodes of CSI every Wednesday!).
Then tomorrow, I'm going swimming at the Club with GB and Suizy. They say that we should do at least 20 laps each. Are they kidding?! Last time I swam laps was back in high school and it wasn't a pretty sight... Maybe I'll just take pictures of them in their athletic glory or I could just laze by the pool with a magazine...The possibilities are endless with a free day!!
I can finally hang out with the choir peeps now. Last time I went out with the gang was probably right before summer or was that New Year? I really don't remember, it's been THAT long! Nathan, diba bagong sweldo ka? First salary ever right? :)
I'm reserving at least half a day for malling. No shopping involved (I'm currently saving up for my ultimate summer dream), just plain bonding with my favorite mall this side of the metro.
It's also my dad's birthday this Saturday and that always turns out to be one monster foodfest of a day, because the different Quarantine offices in the Philippines always send over their respective love offerings to Direk Ed. Yum-yum.
Hmmm....I can't think of anything else right now. I guess it's about time to go to sleep and fill in the measly 4 hours or so I had last night.
Inggit na ba kayo? :)
Saturday, August 14, 2004
AM Happenings
About 3 days ago, I rode with my dad home and so I was subjected to AM Radio from Quezon City to Paranaque. Anyway, one of the guests that afternoon was Gaita Fores, the owner of Cibo and the foremost expert of the South Beach diet in the Philippines. She talked about how one only has to strictly follow this diet for 2 weeks and a minimum of 8 lbs will surely be lost. I personally liked the premise of the South Beach diet because it prescribes a 5 meal plan per day (and also includes chocolate on one of its days!), so the dieter will not feel deprived and wawa. Ms. Fores also informed the listeners that she delivers meals patterned after the South Beach diet and the one day package (3 full meals plus 2 snacks) is only for the all affordable price of P1,000. I thought I misheard her when she quoted that figure, but she repeated the price and justified it by saying that "It's really reasonable. On an average day, you spend 300p for lunch, 400p for dinner. So 1k is not bad, considering that it's based on the South Beach diet and you're guaranteed to lose weight."I then wondered where Ms. Fores got her statistics. The average person, does not spend 300-400p for an average meal. A thousand pesos for food per day for a single person is practically sinful, considering that the average income is more or less 200p. But of course, the rich are free to spend their millions any which way they like, however ostentatious and vulgar said spending might turn out to be. It can also even be argued that the 14k investment (the diet has to be followed for 2 weeks) is really a bargain, considering the other more expensive methods available for losing weight (e.g. liposuction, numerous sessions at weight-loss centers). So really, a thousand bucks a day is nothing! Right.
However, aside from the price, what really floored me was the succeeding announcement that this service had become so popular that they would no longer accept new clients for delivery until the end of the year! So the new customers would have to pick up their food packs from the Cibo branch in Araneta Center. What we have here is just either one of the two, or perhaps both: there really are a lot of rich people in the Philippines or there really are a lot of desperate dieters out there.
Of course, my views are predominantly middle class, so I really have no way to fathom how them filthy rich people think.
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The next news was about Keanna Reeve's shocking tell-all on the thriving underground escort services in the metro. Apparently, the escort business has been so institutionalized that an escort will ordinarily cost a customer 7k or so, BUT an artista will cost twice or thrice that (so that's why we have all these one time big time bomba girls!). A famous artista or model can go for as much as 100k for their full services. Most of the clients are businessmen, Japanese tourists and some distinguished members of the Congress (gasp!).
Ms. Reeves promised to divulge the names of the Congressman she has had, um, relations for a consideration with in a Congressional hearing. Can you say "Sexy starlet fished out of Pasig River"?
And right after her interview, she promoted her new film "Linggo lang ang Pahinga".
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I finally got to watch a movie! Hahahahaha! The last one I watched was Spiderman and I almost fell asleep during the movie because I was dead tired from school. So watching this movie is already something of an achievement for me. Pathetic I know.
Anyhow, I watched "The Village" and I enjoyed it. Now that's a movie! For me, a good movie is not really one that's earth shaking or life altering. If I can cry, laugh or scream in the span of the two hours or so I spend inside the cinema, then I'm already as happy as a clam. Movies should be all about escape, because if you want reality, then just peruse the front pages of the newspapers and you'll have enough reality to last you throughout the day.
By now everyone has an idea about the movie's surprise ending, let me just say that midway through the movie I already had a sneaking suspicion on what it might be, and I was right! Or at least partly right, my idea was a little off tangent but within the ballpark. I think it was meant to be a little disturbing or at least thought provoking, but I ended up laughing like an idiot. No, it wasn't funny, I just found it funny how I actually hit the nail on the head this time around.
Go and see it. Joaquin Phoenix is hot.
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I can finally sleep in tomorrow! Jill is happy.
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
School Stuff et al
Anyway, I'm thinking of dropping Transpo this sem. I'm not failing or anything, it's just that I have three subjects every Wednesday and that's not right. So one has to go and the weakest link happens to be Transportation Law.If I go through with it, this will be the second subject I would have dropped in my entire academic career (nerd ba? :) I find it funny that I'm taking this so matter of factly, when last semester (when I dropped Civil Procedure), I consulted people left and right; weighed my options; consulted the academic syllabus to see if it would affect my graduating on time (it did) and basically was a total nervous wreck. All this over one subject huh? I have since come to realize that I am invincible and that in the grand scheme of things, a dropped subject is just that, a dropped subject. I even feel like I'm wasting time and effort in writing about it, so I'll just stop.
But not before sharing my attempt at spreading the dropping virus to my friend Mark. This was all done via text messages during Property time
Me: Are you thinking of dropping transpo?
Mark: Am considering it. Why do you ask?
Me: Am considering it too :)
Mark: Problem is, I have a fayah in me belly! I reeh-fuse to do a jill and give up without a fight! I'll go down kicking and screaming!
Me: Hahahaha! You're funny :)
Mark: But the statistician in me bewails that the odds of success according to the Bernoulli equation decreases with each day!
Me: Tara na! Let's drop! Let's take it again next sem :)
Mark: Stop throwing blankets on my belly fire!
I guess I'll have to go through the whole dropping process by myself. Woe is me!
On other news, what we have on the right is a picture of a very sad dog.
He's a two month old basset hound and we're still searching for a perfect name for him.
The suggestions are (in no particular order)
Dog
Puppy
Zebra
Stripey
Spotty
Kim-Kim
Kim Iro
Shirley Basset
Doogy D. Doogdoog
Ranel
Cactus
At present, his temporary name is "Licker" because: He licks your hand when you put it near him! (Mik-Mik).
Suggestions are more than welcome :)
Sunday, August 08, 2004
Announcements
FIRST ANNOUNCEMENT:
The first announcement is about someone's 25th birthday.
Hint: She's the one wearing a crown.
Another hint: She's the one on the left, wearing a crown.
If you want to greet her yourself, please go here.
Only gifts in cash and kind will be accepted
SECOND ANNOUNCEMENT:
I received this text message a few weeks ago: Aloha! Hope you can make it! Aug 8, Sunday, 4pm, Makiling St. AAV. Ryan and Ayees will be having their first wedding anniversary celebration. Come in hawaiian attire! Let us know if you can make it. Mahalo!
Now the only question is: What am I going to wear?
Am I going to come in my most Hawa-i-i outfit? Because the last time Ayees threw a themed party (Greek gods and goddesses) I was one of the few who took it seriously and really came in a costume. Think peach bedsheet draped and gathered over one shoulder and armband things, while the rest came in their regular mortal attires.
What the hell, I'm still gonna go in costume tonight! If people want to be baduy, they can be baduy by their lonesome selves. I'm going Hawaiian baby!
Saturday, August 07, 2004
It's not even the physical kind of tired (although I am currently that too), it's the "I-don't-want-to-get-out-of-bed-and-go-through-another-day" kind of tired.
I just want to curl into a little ball on the sofa and watch tv the whole day while eating potato chips and M&Ms.
I want to wake up without a mental checklist of the things to do for the day.
I want to go through one day without hearing the words "bitch" and "slut" from someone. We're friends so it's supposed to be alright, but it's not. Just call me sensitive then.
I don't want to go to choir tomorrow but I'll probably end up with enough guilty feelings for three people if I don't go. Bahala na.
I'm so tired I don't even want to think of a title for this post.
Tomorrow is Ayeese and Ryan's themed anniversary party. That should drag me out of my doldrums. I hope.
I wanna go on vacation!!!!
I'm tired.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
It has come to the attention of my good person that you have once again desecrated the venerable name of our esteemed institution. What am I talking about? I am talking about that bacchanalia of banality called "Freshman Night".
For the life of me, I really don't comprehend what sort of pleasure you derive from participating in said insipid activity. Sure, you get a few laughs (alright, admittedly a LOT of laughs), but after that, what else? Did you find that your knowledge of substantial law has increased tenfold? Or that your mastery of remedial law suddenly rivals even that of Baltic, I mean Prof. Antonio Bautista? Of course not! Ergo, I conclude that it is as worthless an activity as, say, the Moot Court (Because hello! You're arguing on something that's already, you know, moot and academic! Hello! Earth to UP Law!).
However, as it is more than painfully apparent that you are not willing to give up this whole affair cold turkey (it saddens me to see how the weak-willed hold on to their vices with an iron grip. Sigh.), I have taken it upon my benevolent self to introduce a few improvements to what you have deemed as "Freshman Night". I sincerely hope that you will take my suggestions to heart, specially when placed vis-a-vis with what actually happened last July 31, 2004.
1. I suggest that we retain the Freshman centric theme, thus continue with it being called "Freshman Night". However, rather than making our newest brothers and sisters dress in drag and showcase their singing and dancing talents, we should all just line up side by side, Freshmen on the right and all the upper classmen on the left, and then we introduce ourselves to one another, all along saying "Welcome! Welcome!". After this rousing bit of introduction, we all settle down and listen to a reading from one of Justice Panganiban's decision. Pure intellectual bliss...
2. I will never be able to understand why those poor freshies allowed themselves to be dressed up in women's clothings and then have their faces slathered on with the loose woman's war paint, make-up. And then they even caroused on stage wearing nothing but a bikini top and a barely there bottom (of course, some of them looked good without their shirts on...But that's beside the point!). So as an alternative to all this hulabaloo, I would have to refer you to the previous number.
3. As for the talent portion, I suggest that we totally scrap that out altogether. I mean we are in law school for a reason right? The reason being that we have absolutely no talent in singing or dancing, because if we did, we wouldn't be slaving away in this salt mine for four years. I mean, what was up with that monologue? Sure dear, they were laughing their guts out while you were performing, but how sure are you that they weren't laughing AT you rather than laughing WITH you? Think about it.
4. With regard to the intermission numbers from the five blocks, what exactly did you intend to accomplish with the fact that: 1A could do a mean "Pearly Shells" complete with accompaniment. Or that the 1B people can dance the swing while their well-crafted video presentation played on. Or maybe that 1C and 1E are great dancers. Or perhaps that the 1D girls could give the Hot Babes a run for their money. What do you want to prove? That your batch is overflowing with talent and that the upperclassmen should already start preparing for the upcoming Malcolm Madness? Alright! Point taken! Next issue please.
5. As for the winners, I only have this to say to you: Incriminating Evidence.
I could go on and on about how I would change this orgy of freakish fun but I have more important things to do (i.e. read my cases and underline them with my four different colored dermatographs. Red for the facts; Yellow for the issue; Orange for the holding and Pink for the ratio). So please do take my comments under consideration and remember that we are in UP to be serious and great lawyers and not to have fun. Because if it were the latter, then what would be inscribed in the main hall would not be the revered words of Justice Holmes, rather it would be something along the lines of "Party! Party! And more party!" We wouldn't want that, now would we?
Sincerely Yours,
A Concerned Student
P.S.
Some of you might ask how I got my information about this year's Freshman Night. Ummm...I refuse to answer said question on the ground that it may later on incriminate me.
*Note: This is my take on last Saturday's "Freshman Night" and my contribution to the Malcolm Lex (official school paper of the UP College of Law). I sure hope I don't get any hate mail :)
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Disturbing
I usually do not make it a policy to be affected by some thoughtless comment but I just couldn't take this one lying down (or sitting down, to be more accurate).
For the second time in two weeks (and I only see this person once a week, so her batting average is near perfect) I heard her comment on the way the Fine Arts people dress. Her past comment went something like "Why do those FA people dress so weirdly?" and tonight's winner was "She was a weirdo, obvious ba? Look at the way she dressed!".I really don't know why people feel the need to rag on the way other people dress, specially those from the College of Fine Arts. And the funny thing is that these so-called "Fashion Police" are no fashionistas themselves. If there was a pigeonhole for fashion, they would be in the "safe, so-so and bland" category.
Apparently, with that last comment I just about lost my moral authority to blog about the evils of judging people by the way they choose to garb themselves. But I won't stop, because it really irks me when someone passes judgment just because of another person's choice of clothing. Statements like "You look like a (insert derogatory comment here) in that top!" should forever be banned and those who uttered them should be hung from the ceiling by their thumbs. It is exactly this mode of thinking which perpetuates such warped notions that a woman deserved to be raped/harassed/wolf-whistled/felt-up or other whathaveyous just because she was dressed provocatively or she acted like a (insert derogatory comment here).
To all those who still think in such a manner, please do grow up.
And to the above mentioned "fashionista", if the FA people are weird just because they don't conform to some standard you've already set in your mind (the set standard being your own manner of dressing and sense of fashion) then I'd rather be labeled alongside the weirdos rather than fashion (pun intended) myself to what you deem as normal. For if you're what's normal, then I'd rather be with the freaks and the retards thankyouverymuch.
God forbid that we should all try to be our own individuals and not blend in with the rest of the flock.
Sunday, August 01, 2004
Lovely Freshies
The full account of the 2004 Freshman Night will follow soon. In the meantime, here are some pix to whet your appetite :)
Pre-pageant prep
The "girls" in their Hawaiian attires
The top 5
Unfortunately, my camera conked out on me by the time the awarding took place. I knew I shouldn't have been too trigger happy during the day!
Personal notes:
Juno- You should have watched! It was soooo fun!
Ella- The freshies have a lot of potential. So much fresh meat! Yeah!
