After so many years of trying, I finally got it.  It took less than five minutes to figure out this time.  I guess things come when you're ready.


http://www.magiceye.com/gallery/083007s.html

My favorite oddity of the moment is the Marc Jacobs backward heel.






I think it's genius and a hazard to women at the same time.  But then again, I've never had the privilege to try them on.  I might be wrong for all we know.

I'm at work, groggy with sleep from having only five hours of continuous sleep last night. Simply can't understand how other people can get by with less than 8 hours of sleep at night. Fine, I lie. I need 9 hours of sleep at night, otherwise I'm sure to be cranky and unproductive the following morning, longing for the time I can go home and take a much needed nap. I hate being a sleep hog; I envy people who seem able to recharge quicker. Naturally, I consulted the modern-day oracle, Google, about my character flaw. And this is what it conjured: http://glenrhodes.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=54&Itemid=9

I had to call in an expert to figure this out. (Thanks, Eliza!) Too bad. The scrolling lyrics box (www.lyricsdownload.com) would have best illustrated just how this song is going on and on and on and on in my head. Also, short of my singing bugging you were you within the vicinity, it probably would have stuck it in your head as well.

Huwag Mo Nang Itanong Sa Akin
By the Eraserheads

Performed by MYMP
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/songinfo.cfm?bandid=451746&songID=3219301&from=downloadsong.cfm&referer=http://www.google.com/search?q=huwag+mo+nang+itanong+mp3&sourceid=mozilla-search&start=0&start=0&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official


Hika ang inabot ko
Nang piliting sumabay sa'yo
Hanggang kanto
Ng isipan mong parang Sweepstakes
Ang hirap manalo
Ngayon pagdating ko sa bahay
Ibaba ang iyong kilay
Ayoko ng ingay

Huwag mo nang itanong sa akin
Di ko rin naman sasabihin
Huwag mo nang itanong sa akin
At di ko na iisipin

Field trip sa may pagawaan ng lapis
Ay katulad ng buhay natin
Isang mahabang pila
Mabagal at walang katuturan
Ewan ko, hindi ko alam
Puwede bang huwag na lang
Natin pag-usapan

Huwag mo nang itanong sa akin
Di ko rin naman sasabihin
Huwag mo nang itanong sa akin
At di ko na iisipin

Ack! I always get this. NOT true!


The Fool.


* What Tarot Card Do You Represent? * (INCOMPLETE!)
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I really am not much of a blogger. (Hint: When was the last time I updated this thing?) I was reflecting on this today and realized that I post rather unpostable, at the very least unsavory material. Maybe I should just quit altogether?

For whoever may care, or at least feign to care, the result of this cutesy quiz whose logic I couldn't really figure out-

I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled; Not prone to overstated gushing praise Nor yet to seething rants and anger, filled With overstretched opinions to rephrase; But on the other hand, not fond of fools, And thus, not fond of people, on the whole; And holding to the sound and useful rules, Not those that seek unjustified control. I'm balanced, measured, sensible (at least, I think I am, and usually I'm right); And when more ostentatious types have ceased, I'm still around, and doing, still, alright. In short, I'm calm and rational and stable - Or, well, I am, as much as I am able. What Poetry Form Are You?

Thanks to one of Scriviner's posts, I've been taking these short quizzes for the past 20 minutes. Can't post everything because that would just be embarrassing evidence to this quiz binge.

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you. You'd like to your lover to think you are flexible and ready for anything! You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic. Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.

My head is still reeling; I hadn't expected things to move as quickly as they did when I placed the phonecall this morning at 10am. I just bought my ticket home and the travel agent is delivering them to my door tomorrow!

I am still in a daze that feels like euphoria and, at the same time, being hit head-on by a truck. It feels like a dream. After three of the most painful growing up years, I am finally FINALLY going home! On the other hand, it just makes everything real--the thesis, the defense. Cold fingers of panic splishsplash across my face.

But I am excited EXCITED! I can almost smell the greener grass on the other side of this MS. Could it be that I am almost free of my servitude as a lab slave? Smell that? Must be the sweet crispness of a fresh page of my life...

I'm starving for a good read. Found this list on Amazon.com entitled 'Women On The Verge Of A Nervous Breakdown In Literature.'

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/listmania/list-browse/-/4W4377JQRHJ7/qid=1116054199/sr=5-1/ref=sr_5_1/002-7570893-1605649

Lo and behold! It lists my favorite books and ones that I've been wanting to read.

tsukurimashou.. tsukurimashou.. sate sate nani ga dekiru ka na

My new mantra for my experiments... hehehehe

Yvonne Catterfeld, 25-year old soap opera actress turned singer:

http://www.gmx.net/images/608/591608,h=400,pd=2,w=384.jpg
http://www.gmx.net/de/themen/unterhaltung/musik/bildergalerie/767424.html

Can there be more compelling proof that people aren't made equal? Drat! Why does Yvonne Catterfeld have to be so pretty? Being pretty or petty must be alleles of the same gene. Guess which one I got? Phoooie.

"It's better to have a hen tomorrow than an egg today."

Aaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh! Why is the marshmallow test in real life terms so damn hard?

Kislay, the guy from the lab on the other side of the wing, had a visit from his wife and daughter at lunch today. His daughter is 10-months old and she is absolutely adorable! She did not know me, so she just stared at me with her great big, luminous brown Indian eyes. Oh, how I love big Indian eyes! Soooooo cute!

Leftist/Libertarian. I kinda figured.

http://www.digitalronin.f2s.com/politicalcompass/questionnaire.pl?page=printable_graph&X=-4.25&Y=-1.95

I maintain that everyone is insane, or mentally unhealthy if you prefer, to some degree.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	High
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Moderate
Histrionic:	High
Narcissistic:	High
Avoidant:	Very High
Dependent:	High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

The fortune cookie that came with my lunch said:
"Stop searching forever. Happiness is just next to you."

Coolness.

It happened that in my post-inebriation cloud-headed sleep, I suddenly found myself awake at 2:30 am, just in time for the last half of an STVoyager rerun. In this particular episode, Tuvix, the genetic amalgam of Tuvok and Neelix, was conjured by a transporter glich. By the time the Doctor and Harry finally found a way to dichotomize the mixed-up genome, Tuvix had clearly demonstrated that he was an individual who was distinct from Tuvok and Neelix and possessed his own consciousness. Resurrecting Tuvoc and Neelix would therefore ransom the life of Tuvix.

Amid the throes of moral dilemma of Captain Janeway sparked another one of my suspiciously schizoidal realizations. I was so hung up about some boy, so miserable that I could not be with him nor have the possibility of being together. But it was the paradox of Tuvix that helped me see that it was not for him that I was pining, but for the person that he was when we were dating. The boy that I dated and the boy with whom I am now struggling to have a friendship are not the same. The difference, although not apparent to the outside observer, is painfully certain. My best and most brilliant effort cannot bring the boy that I liked back, unless I risk causing a disruption in the time-space continuum.

I had felt that I was in mourning. Now I know for whom.