So in few weeks time, we'd be on our last semester with the weirdest schedule ever assembled.
the ladder sched
Ah, I'm feeling a bit melancholic tonight that I forgot what this blog post's supposed to be about.
the ladder sched
I remember when we used to be with Destiny Cable. We used to have a lot of channels, some of them I don’t even got to watch ‘cos they’re in Japanese. Weird. People also told me that in the wee hours of morning, DC shows porn movies. That I never got to see also. So, have I missed anything? Anyway, as a couch potato kid, my days started with turning the TV on. My channel of choice was (and will always be) MTV, followed by Channel V, then Cartoon Network, then FTV. I don’t care about HBO or Star Movies, even Discovery Channel. I don’t find animals amusing or any action sequence in that matter. I always thought I was the pop culture kid. So go figure.
Dad got DC out and took back Sky Cable, but we kept the TV. If you’ve been to my room, I used to have a flat screen TV, but Papa took it and brought it to his office. SUUUUCKS.
Anyway, back to FTV. I was watching it for almost whole day today, I swear. They were showing Milan Fashion Week, London Fashion Week and Paris Fashion Week featuring S/S collection for 2010 awhile ago. I was captivated. I’m always fascinated on how things work in backstage of a Fashion Show and FTV gave that to me. And they had the Nina Ricci Fall 2009 RTW too, which I’ve got to say is really awesome. And the shoes, KILLER. This collection was designed by Olivier Theyskens.
Clockwise: Sexual Personae by Camille Paglia, Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides, Style from A- Zoe by Rachel Zoe, Influence by Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen, Ways of Seeing by John Berger, Tao of Pooh and Te of Piglet by Benjamin Hoff
"Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up".
Really, there are some people who just can't mind their own businesses.
I thought I've had enough of this, you know, High School drama. But lo and behold, college still has those girls who just won't shut their pork traps, talking nonsense about you. I don't really have any problem with people talking behind my back, you know, it happens. You can't please everybody and I thought, I've had that in HS, why would I be bothered with it now? Good for you if you haven't had those yet, but to someone like me who has gone through four years of living and breathing with girls, I know the game. Really, I thought it's all over by college 'cos it's supposed to be new life, turning over new leaf, leaving childish foolishness.
What I don't understand is, bitch, it's our life. We can do whatever we want to do. We can be together 'cos we love each other. This is not what you think it is 'cos I am not stupid to even go there. Are we bothering you? 'Cos if we do, seriously I don't care. But please, just learn how to shut up because you don't know ANYTHING. Don't pretend like you are aware of what's happening, 'cos you don't. I don't know what's up with you. I am trying to be nice, though I'm not because I just don't want to bother people. All I want is to love him and be with him and suddenly, out of nowhere, you're giving out snide comments about us. Girl, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?
I wish the nature will work its way to you. I hope you pass third year, get a good internship, submit all your articles to The Journalese and find yourself a boyfriend so you would stop bothering people, okay?
BV. Gaah, It's my birth month, I can't tolerate stupidity.