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tonight we dine in the airport

Sharing some songs because I am finally packed, oh yeah! -- 5 AAA songs (Hurricane Riri Boston Mari, Dragon Fire, Kuchiburu Kara Romantica, Soul Edge Boy, That's Right) -- J-Pop -- 5 APO songs (American Junk, Awit ng Barkada, Pumapatak ang Ulan, Saan Na Nga Ba'ng Barkada, Salawikain) -- OPM -- 5 happy English songs + 1 extra because it never fails to make my day (Foo Fighters - Times Like These, Iggy Pop - Lust For Life, Kite Flying Society - Love and Seagulls, Miriam Makeba - Pata Pata, Modest Mouse - Fire It Up, Stars - Look Up)
marvin vs CPU

I shifted because there are no such things as Linguistics jokes

Q: What is economics?
A: Everything we know in a language we don't understand.

Q: What's the difference between a finance major and an economics major?
A: Opportunity Cost

Q: What is The First Law of Economists?
A: For every economist, there exists an equal and opposite economist.
Q: What is The Second Law of Economists?
A: They're both wrong.

Q: How many economists does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Eight. One to screw it in and seven to hold everything else constant.
A2: Just one, but it really gets screwed.

Q: How many marxists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
A: None - the bulb contains within it the seeds of its own revolution.

Q: How has the French revolution affected the world economy?
A: It's too early to say.

Pick-up Lines for Economists

1. A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou beside me watching Rukeyser
2. You stoke the animal spirits of my market
3. Let's assume a ritzy hotel room and a bottle of Dom
4. Tell me whether my expectations are rational
5. Further stimulus could result in uncontrolled expansion
6. Let's raise housing starts together
7. You bring the butter, I'll bring the gun
8. What do you say we remeasure our cross-elasticity
9. Despite a decade of inflation, I still dig your supply curve
10. You raise my interest rate thirty basis points without a corresponding dropoff in consumer enthusiasm

If debaters do it "orally in public in groups"...

- Economists do it in an Edgeworth Box
- Economists do it on demand
- Economists do it risk-free
- Economists do it with a dual
- Economists do it with crystal balls
- Economists do it with interest
- Economists do it with models
- Economists do it on Leontief's table
- Economists do it with Slutsky matrices
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    "you can't love what you can't understand," iv thieves.
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they weren't kidding around with the olympics-themed incidental music

Next TRD article: "NDC sees a standing ovation, and this time it isn't in someone's pants..."

Congratulations to UPDS--not only to the very deserving champions, but also to the contingent and to the community. What didn't we do to deserve this? :)

(From your proud karma deflectee.)

P.S. More NDC entries, playing at a Livejournal near you:
Jez, Minay, Wina, Alvin, JC, Miya, Kriz, Mels, Tet, Evette, Claire, CK, Joan, Joe, Bo, April, Nicolo, Anna, Jowee, Jon-jon, Inna.
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    "Is This Love," Bob Marley
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when it rains, it pours

So, we're not getting any younger, right? Which is really just an easier way to say the converse. Yesterday I was thinking, why do this case for BA 101 when it pales in the light of my mortality (besides, there's always tomorrow morning)? Instead of busying myself with BA subjects, I decided to ask myself: How would I divide my assets once I... liquidate?

This mental exercise excited me for around ten seconds. It took me that long to realize that I don't have very much, at least in terms of what other people would want. I could make a case for my Kyle pillow, but then I'm less than willing to part with him, even in death. So then I decided to make a less realistic will and testament, which I happen to know is not weird, given that at least half of my friends already have their funerals planned out and have it their heads to play "Highway to Hell" or "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" during said occasion. With that said, allow me to share the partial list of things I'd be leaving to you after I meet my demise, were it only in my power.

To Aurora: Two Japanese men--one wee and dark-haired, the other an anonymous alcoholic--with a legitimately heterosexual friendship. They will readily don their couch costumes and sing their "Fray! Fray!" song whenever the occasion calls for it.

To Bi: If you're interested, you may avail of 天野喜孝's--whose birthday is in three days, by the way--skills via a l33t coloring pencil or a quill or something of the sort, ala Space Jam.

To Buta: The recipe to KFC chicken, as well as full ownership to the farms and/or laboratories--whatever the case may be--responsible for breeding Hot Shots. For your sake, I hope it's all about the mutant poultry. Bird flu and all, you know?

To Candice: I thought about this long and hard. Bowel movement.

To Debsoc: Residency, preferably in the SE Audi, for at least 6 more years. I assume we'll all have graduated by then, though I know better than to make promises on my part. Additionally, I would like everyone to receive the ADS-specific pheromone that drives adjudicators crazy.

To Greta: Legalization of plural same-sex marriages in the Philippines, socially acceptable to the extent that Mrs. Borja herself will attend all thirty-two weddings.

To Joey: You can tell your mom that it was a gift, you can't refuse those.

To John: For no reason I myself am aware of, you get the sponsorship of eight out of nine Greek muses. No wangst muse for you.

To KAPE: The title of "sole overseer of Oceania" shall go to one of you, preferably either Drea or Loh, as Prit and I have Eurasia covered. (Never mind that I'm supposed to be dead, this is a fantasy will, anyway.) We'll decide what to do about Africa later on.

To Kath & Tina: You shall have... lives? Er. How about a time traveling device that allows your other parallel universe selves to exist simultaneously in one universe, under the assumption that those other Tinas and Katherines don't end up creating a divergent-- Ah, screw it. Lives. That's what you two get. Lives.

To the Ateneans: Everything else, because whenever I think "eagle," I think "deus ex machina" from that third Lord of the Rings movie. Alternatively, I would like to grant you any and all superpowers or WMD's required of you to actualize whatever bloodthirsty fantasies you have involving the Ateneo. To the person who doesn't find that appealing, I would like to grant you an improved set of standards. (Kidding, kidding! Please don't flog me. Besides, jokes are only half-meant. Um. Don't beat me up. Really. What Would the Jesuits Do?) Forgive me, this one's the hardest. OK, I know! Third time's the charm. You guys get to end up with class schedules chock-full of Sir Dave. Cool? Cool.

To the Jewsters: Shiitake mushrooms, not only out of respect for our late Super Mario Brothers rip-off, but also because they're the Castlevania equivalent of tonics and potions. We need the energy exclusively derived from shiitake mushrooms to dominate our respective schools. It's bound happen, of course. It's the only reason why we were rationed out to different parts of the world/Metro Manila.

To the VP's: Self-replenishing liver-donating machines. To supplement this, non-threatening facial hair for Carlo to age him up, but not at the expense of looking like Edmond Dantes at the Chateau d'If. (I was going to say something about the Abu Sayyaf, but I have to cut back on the terrorist allusions despite the fact that it's just so easy to go there.)
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    "we've been had," the walkmen
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T***... I've been passing t*** watching trains go by...

Free Image Hosting at

WHEEEE. (Only for those with pretend-time to waste.)

Now, check if applicable:
<input ... >I am prepared for my Econ exams.
<input ... >The template for the IIDC website has been completed.
<input ... >I have started my Accounting homework.
<input ... >My 180.1 research paper has crossed my mind.
<input ... >I will be physically and mentally able to do work tomorrow.
<input ... >I was bored this morning.
<input ... >The day I finally take time to post an entry is when I'm pressed for time.

I'm so not cool. D:
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Project MER (Mass Eyesight Ruination)


There are some Philosophy books here:
Project Gutenberg

And if you use bittorrent:

Everyone else (^_^),

I know many are firmly opposed to my ebil pirating ways staring at the monitor for hours on end, but I remembered offering a few titles to somebody and I don't recall who. I will assume s/he is in my friends list, but whatever the case may be, I'm posting the list of rarer eBooks I have for whomever may be interested.

07/20/06: (List taken down)

If you want anything, just say so and I'll upload it for you. While I'm still unusually philantrophic.
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The School of Economics is not your friend

Since Kath reminded me how dissatisfied I am with my layout, I felt compelled to waste my rapidly abating free time attending to it. (Or not. All I did was make an image and slap it on the background, but that is a moot point.) To those who are going to look at it, I shall preempt the invetiable question and say this in my defense: No, I was not on crack while I did this. Blame it on the boogie.

Random digression: What's with the word "preempt"? Seriously, look at it. Pronounce it as if you've never encountered the word before. I bet the Powers that Be (in primeval linguistics?) just delighted in all the inconvenience they caused, didn't they? Bunch of twisted sadists. It's enough to drive people like JRR Tolkien to invent alternatives. It's not as if he whipped up Elvish for fun, after all.

Ahem. Let's recap. English words continue to screw with us. Everybody's layouts are changing. Unexpected LJ users are being discovered. What could this all mean for us, specifically in relation to the Apocalypse and the Second Coming? It's madness, I tell you!

...I suppose I should get down to the real reason of all this. Here goes one more lame excuse for today's general imbecility. Ready?

Prior to this, I made a solemn vow not to give myself 3 hour-long breaks anymore.
Of course, it's 3 and a half hours, so I technically made good on that promise. That's probably the worst consolation ever. Anyway, I am aware that I could have it worse. However, I like to complain about my bad luck, even if it's better than yours. Pwahaha. Er.
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Gross-out time! A-one, a-two, a-three. They're all over me, like white on rice. I have yet to find out what's wrong with my body this time around. My groupmates in Art Stud, following the pattern they've established just recently, tried to send me off to the infirmary awhile ago. After our presentation, of course. (In which I gave a very realistic performance as a grotesque monster. For your information, I did have a mask on.) Tina, being Tina, told me I had German measles. Yeah, well, your mom has German measles. YOU'RE a... German... measle. Ahem.

Anyway, don't worry about me, or I might just bite your head off. My parents have been back from Vietnam for two hours and I already wished multiple times that they'd stayed there just a bit longer. I need my isolation. Asking me if I'm feverish every five seconds and barging into my room to stare at my pink-spotted legs are about as welcome as the spots themselves.

My being a rotten daughter aside, I can't afford to be sick right now. More than the fact that I have three exams in the next two weeks, it's finally the culmination of rabbit app season. Deliberations are tomorrow and I might not be able to go because of my measle pox allergies. I thought I wouldn't enjoy my first App period as a member of the organization, but I was dead wrong. Look how much (a.k.a. ways to go wrong in Photoshop). So many brilliant and enthusiastic people, and I respect them so.

...But, really, Collapse )

(P.S. Shared this song elsewhere; I thought other people could use it.)
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a musical comeback

I never planned to upset your expectation of never hearing from my LJ again, but I am merely acting in accordance to the LJ tag system... Blame her, as I am only doing what is asked of me. So, here are six songs I got terribly addicted to, in no particular order:

1. "Such Great Heights," The Postal Service / Iron and Wine
2. "Green Amnesia (Chrono Trigger remix)," Disco Dan (remix); Nobuo Uematsu, Noriko Matsueda, Yasunori Mitsuda (original)
3. "Somewhere Over the Rainbow," Israel Kamakawiwo'ole
4. "Waltz #2," Elliott Smith
5. "Three Libras," A Perfect Circle
6. "If I Handle You With Care," Trembling Blue Stars

(With links, because any one person would be able to sing along with at least half of these, but I'm encouraging you guys to grab the ones you're not too familiar with.)

I'll not burden anyone else with the undying decisions involved with fitting your boundless love of music in six numbers. The madness must stop. (If you're up to it, though, have a go.)

P.S. To those who haven't seen Star Wars, go watch it so you'll know why these two images amuse me.
P.P.S. There's another prerequisite movie for the second picture.
P.P.P.S. Yes, you do have to watch two movies to take part in my awkward sense of humor. Welcome to the misfortune that is my levity.
P.P.P.P.S. On a completely unrelated note, I miss you all. ^^ Yes, that means you.
P.P.P.P.P.S. Except you, Tina. Hee.