:: Saturday, December 20, 2003 ::

I'm sick. I have a fever. I've been dragging my limp, headache-y self around the house for the entire day, finally ending up in front of the TV, watching DVDs of Seabiscuit and High Fidelity.

How come I keep on getting sick during breaks? It's like my body knows when to physically break down, just when I don't have any important work to do. It's like it's saying, "Baby, I've been doing you a favor for the past few months. Now that you will spend a lot of your time leisurely, you might as well do it with alternately-snot-blocked nostrils."

Caught up with an old friend last night. It's amazing how you get to know so many people through the strangest cirumstances and end up letting them take up a sliver of your life. And it's amazing how you also end up liking that fact so much.

Speaking of which, I am meeting a couple of old friends for individual lunches/dinners starting Tuesday. I feel so old.

And to counter the emotion exuded when I typed that last sentence:

Mars' pool party is on Monday! Woohoo! And it's an all-day event, too.

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Okay. Dinner with friend moved to next week. I am considerably calmer now that things have been cleared up.

I just saw Maroon 5's Top Ten Favorite Videos on MTV. Man, you could have changed the title to Margie de Leon's Top Ten Favorite Videos (well, maybe except for that Jay-Z thing). What delicious choices. Some were:

Radiohead's Just (my top choice)
Fiona Apple's Criminal
Coldplay's The Scientist
Chemical Brothers' Let Forever Be

That was seriously an hour well-spent.

Cinema One's showing Jologs tonight at 11. Watchitwatchit. I honestly liked it. I'm also looking forward to Crying Ladies in a week. And for the foreign movies, I'm itching to see Kill Bill (yes, yes, don't have a cow--I'm also watching LOTR). They've been showing the behind-the-scenes thingy for Kill Bill for the past two days and it has hyped me up so much that it's driving me nuts. It looks like a fun movie.

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Tito Gabby burned a copy of The Mongol's Buddha's Pest for me. Hu-what a sweetie.



His nuts roasting on an open fire...

I'm supposed to be out right now, having frigging dinner with a frigging friend (literally). But for some reason, our communication was cut off early this afternoon. There suddenly was no way for me to contact him without getting people into trouble. (Waaaaaaaaaah. I was raring to goooooooo.)

Pasig can be such a bore...

I can't stay in this house long.

Perky tits yet no good dick to blow...

To be honest, I don't feel very Christmas-y. I don't care how many wiggling mechanical mall Santas I see or how much keso de bola I stuff myself with. It doesn't feel like the holidays. I'm supposed to be Christmas kibitzing by now. I'm supposed to be craving chestnuts. I'm supposed to be getting all paranoid about the amount of Christmas carols they play inside Shangri-La. But I'm not.

I'm a sexually-frigid Eskimo...

This break, though still in its early stage, just feels like one long weekend. One long weekend I plan to fill with as much debauchery as my spirit will allow. As Sir Miclat, our Hitler of a houseparent, used to exclaim, "Let's get party!" Ha. Jologs. I never thought I'd ever get to quote him in here. Eck. I-liquid sosa na ninyo ako.

Everybody knows, cold turkey and no mistletoe...

Anyhoo, I do hope that Mars' pool party gets underway.

Help to make the season bite...

Oh, speaking of, Mars gave me such a nice gift: a sippy cup. I've now graduated from sucking nipples to sucking thick straws. I'm so proud of myself. :)

'Tis the season for giving.

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Dumb luck.

This day has existed for me to relieve myself of so many things. Case in point: B O T A N Y.

Tolentino conducted the class with frog throat, which prompted her to postpone the Friday long exam to next year since she couldn't be her usual vague self without her chewy voice. I was pretty happy about that, since I have a Math long exam tomorrow, etceteraetceteraetcetera. AND THEN she said that she was also postponing the first draft of our ethnobotany report to next year as well. The report my group and I have been slaving over for weeks. The report that made my weekend undoubtedly one of my most stressful. The academic nightmare of a report. The one that deprived me of any form of relaxation for many, many nights. That report.

Of course I'm happy that it's postponed since I don't have to juggle anything anymore. I only have to worry about the Math long test and I'm seriously home free. But all those near-tears working on the damn thing. My god. All those moments I felt so near to breaking down and setting the Bio Dep on fire. Or myself. Or every single tree that bears our report's topics--mangos, coconuts, papayas, bananas, pineapples, and guavas. All that fuss over damn fruits of the non-sexual kind. Gasp.

Other things relieved from me: a class in Lit, a class in Botany, a class in Fil. And finding gifts for my beloved blockmates. :)

I'd write about Christmas, but that's for another entry. Systems of linear equations are calling. Eck.

Tish texted me. O-O is in the Inquirer today. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

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My entire block went over to UP to witness the annual Oblation Run. I was actually very lucky to catch snatches of dick amidst the sea of ballistic men, women, and in-betweens (the latter were especially rabid). I also caught Karl, Anna Miggy, Merc, and Feona for a few minutes inside Palma, clothed. (Yes, Karl, I am still distraught that you didn't join that particular frat.) And the cool thing about the entire event? Moscki wholeheartedly agreed to have it replace our Fil class today.

Oh yes, and I finally figured out why my printer's being such a bitch. My beloved mother forgot to take the clear tape out of the colored cartridge. Thus, the tape was responsible for jamming the cartridges and making everything I print out look like a very frustrated squid hand(tentacle?)wrote it. Plus, it was also the reason why I couldn't print anything out in color. And everyone knows color is good. I've been feeling like a monochromatic, technological Neanderthal for months just because of a frigging piece of clear tape.

And my mom has been bugging me about how much I spend on ink and paper. Well, doi. I've been rererererereprinting my stuff because of the damn smudges she was unconsciously responsible for.

Haaaay. Aye, a victim of the modern age, this wench is.

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Good evening, Mrs. Tolentino.

My name is Marguerite Alcazaren de Leon, from your Bio7-A class, class number 8, and, thanks to your teacherly compassion, I am now on the verge of a physical and mental breakdown.

(Margie brings out gun)

*BANG*

(body falls to the floor)

(pause)

(Margie starts backing away in horror)

Oh my frigging god! She's getting up!!!

*BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG*

(body keeps on stumbling forward, a new sheaf of butchered Botany reports in hand)

EHAUGHEUAHEWUHAJEHAJHAHAAAKKKKKK!!!!!!!

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