if only elevator music were like this.

May 21, 2010

Had dinner at a certain dining bar with my boyfriend. Didn’t care much for the food but the music was fantastic (check it out below). We ended up staying for a few hours long after our half-eaten meals were taken away and spent the time talking… and lightly arguing *rolls eyes*. Sometimes I feel like we’re an old married couple, and I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or not. I feel like we’re both way past all the shit that relationships bring. We used to fight a lot; crazy, irrational, epic fights that would often get physical (at least from my part. I’ve learned not to let my fists do the talking now). Although now, the only physical interaction that happens when we argue is when he holds my hand as soon as I utter a profanity in Italian. What a good boyfriend <3

Today was a happy one, which wasn’t much of a surprise. I woke up five, yes, five hours earlier than usual to enroll for a Lit Crit class that isn’t part of my major’s curriculum. I will definitely have trouble later on when the minor subjects I keep holding off pile up at the end of next year. But how could I refuse when the professor himself called me up to join his class? Never mind that he just had to call me at seven in the morning to relay the flattering invitation, leaving me no time to grumble at the unforgivably early wake-up call. My mother became very irritable when she found that her Balenciaga invitation came more than a month late (which I found very funny), so I told her to get on the internet for the pictures–to which she started tutting, saying, “That is not how it works, Alessandria… *$&^#%@!” … Ahh, selective hearing. Gotta have it.

Then my siblings started imitating the characters from Spirited Away. They’ve only seen it once, which was over a month ago, but they still remember that movie. It’s high up on my list of favourites, I have to say. They always laugh when I do an impression of the bodiless heads saying oy oy oy. Haha. Then they do a radish spirit dance. It’s just too cute. I wish I had recorded it. Maybe tomorrow.

One short-run marginal cost in the overhead, although this only affects labour inputs during production, is that I somehow promised someone, despite a high marginal propensity to consume, that I would put a long-term cessation to my conspicuous consumption of a demerit good, tobacco, since the rate of interest isn’t very attractive. Ah, where was I? Hehe… selective memory. Gotta have it (or not *gulps*).

Wow, this was long.

Sleepy time. Zzz

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[ day 6: ” a song that reminds you of somewhere ” Elevator Music vol. 1 (Fabric) - Various ]

 

L-A-Z-Y.

May 19, 2010

Woke up at noon. It’s almost 1 in the morning and I’m still in bed.

I haven’t been doing anything all day except for some beta work on two chapters, 5,000+ words apiece, and re-editing 300 times. Tres pathetique. This is what happens when you fail in writing; you become a beta reader and can only drool over other people’s plot ideas as you correct their horrible grammar.That’s not to say that mine’s perfect but oh well, maybe I’m just being a sour grape. Or a vegetable more appropriately since I’m doing a great impression of being bedridden.

When a laptop, cell phones, sketchpad and pens, a mug of tea, a purse, an ashtray and your little brother’s electronic toy organ (of all things) are littered all over your bed, you know you’re lazy.

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[ day 5: ” a song that reminds you of someone ” ]

I can still play the piano! *does a happy dance lying down*

compleanno.

May 16, 2010

Today is my little brother’s birthday and he’s sad because his most favourite person in the world, my ex-girlfriend, is not attending the celebration.
Hmm. I want to give him an honest explanation but I don’t think “heartless bitch” should be in his vocabulary. Ever.

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[ day 4: ” a song that makes you sad ” Stop Me - Mark Ronson ]

sad sad sad! T__T

May 15, 2010

Florence + The Machine is performing in Singapore tonight. And where am I? Stuck in the Philippines where no good Western bands ever come. Unless you want Dashboard Confessional. Which I don’t. Grr. I want Florence Welch.

Florence + Lightspeed Champion

 

I’m sorry?

I bumped into two of my exes last night. It was not pretty.

It’s not so bad knowing that your exes are dating each other now. In fact, I was happy for them. They, however, were not happy for me. Not at all.

The minute I saw them stepping out of their car I thought, I’m screwed. It was the first time I saw both of them again since breaking up. I was sure one of them would confront me and slap me or pull at my hair or something. I didn’t exactly end relationships well.

I never said I was good with endings.

And so one of them suddenly walked up to me, snatched my ciggy away, and started spitting words like, “bitch” “fucker” “putang ina mo”, etc. Then she grabbed her girlfriend’s arm and thrust it into my face.

Big reddish scars formed the letters “ALICE” on the skin of her arm. I gaped at it in horror. Tell me, what the hell were you supposed to do when you find out that your ex, now dating your other ex, had your name carved into her arm? I would have preferred a well-aimed slap on my face. My god.

Before I could say or do anything, the ex with the scars snatched her hand away and glared at her girlfriend. For a minute they were arguing with each other before the bitchy one turned to me and shoved at my shoulder and said, “If you have a conscience I hope it eats you alive, you heartless bitch.”

That’s probably like the hundredth time I’ve been called that.

I’ve got a really interesting reputation going for me. Shit.

 

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[ day 3: ” a song that makes you happy “  Mushaboom - Feist ]