| Now Imagine if I Studied... |
[Dec. 21st, 2005|11:03 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | Eraserheads - Maselang Bahaghari | ] |
The thing is, this semester, I'm the happy-go-lucky kind of student. But this time, I'm making sure that at the very least, I'm doing my homework. I don't exactly study much. Especially for French.
Yet for my first long exam, I got a 36.5 out of 40 (a B+) as compared to Carl, the Chinese guy with a thick accent who sits at the back (he got a 39.5 - wow). Good job, Carl.
And I did it without studying much. Now imagine if I studied... Wait, I should study. I'll get back to you when I'm free. Bye. |
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| Plus Jamais - Part 2 |
[Dec. 9th, 2005|11:35 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Counting Crows - Hard Candy | ] |
"What is life, but a series of inspired follies?" - George Bernard Shaw
If you have to do something stupid, you have to do it at the right place, at the right time, with the right people, for the right reasons.
In case I don't remember:
Note to self #1: Even though you feel confident when it comes to French language classes, never, ever, ever feel complacent. Never neglect to read your notes every once in a while. Especially now that you know that there will be at least one (1) quiz every Fridays. Baaah. If you feel like complaining, close your eyes and think of Montreal.
Note to self #2: If Mia says it's not work-safe, then it's NOT work-safe!!! Pass up the temptation to go clicking on every "interesting" link you see on the 'Net. Otherwise, expect the girl sitting next to you to tell her friends how "completely different" you are (yeah, right, like she isn't). Or much worse.
Note to self #3: Take a look at the girl who made that irritating comment. Take a good look at her face. Then remember it. One of these days, you may want to take her out. For good. To seal her lips completely. Now resist the temptation to take her out right now. With the pen in your hand.
Louise... I need your help once more... please. Comment on this if you have the time. |
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| Having "Sex" can be Devastating. |
[Dec. 7th, 2005|12:11 pm] |
Just a note to kids everywhere: Never, ever, ever name your pets "Sex."
The following story should explain why you shouldn't.
Everybody I know who has a dog usually calls him "Rover" or "Boy." I call mine "Sex."
Now, Sex has been very embarrassing to me.
When I went to the City Hall to renew his dog license, I told the clerk that I would like a license for Sex. He said, "I'd like to have one too." Then I said, "You don't understand. I've had Sex since I was nine years old." He said, "You must have been quite a kid!"
When I decided to get married, I told the minister that I would like to have Sex at the wedding. He told me to wait until after the wedding was over. I said, "But Sex has played a big part in my life and my whole world revolves around Sex." He said he didn't want to hear about my personal life and would not marry us in his church. I told him everyone would enjoy having Sex at the wedding. The next day we were married at the Justice of the Peace. My family is barred from the church from then on.
When I got married and went on my honeymoon, I took the dog with me. I told the hotel clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and me, and a special room for Sex. He said, "Every room in the place is for sex." I said, "You don't understand. Sex keeps me awake at night." The clerk said, "Me too."
One day I entered Sex in a contest, but before the competition began, the dog ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just looking around. I told him I had planned to have Sex in the contest. He told me that I should have sold tickets. "But you don't understand," I said, "I had hoped to have Sex on T.V." He called me a show-off.
When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody of the dog. I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married." The judge said, "Me too." Then I told him that after I was married, Sex left me. He said, "Me too."
Last night Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking around town for him. A cop came over to me and asked, "What are you doing in the alley at 4 o'clock in the morning?" I said, "I'm looking for Sex."
Well now I've been thrown in jail, been divorced and had more damn troubles with that dog than I ever foresaw. Why just the other day when I went for my first session with the psychiatrist, she asked me, "What seems to be the trouble?" I replied, "Sex has been my best friend all my life but now it has left me forever. I couldn't live any longer so lonely," and the doctor said, "Look mister, you should understand that sex isn't a man's best friend, so get yourself a dog." |
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| Je suis rappeur homosexuel. Caesar n'est pas homosexuel. |
[Dec. 7th, 2005|11:08 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  refreshed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jars of Clay - Liquid | ] |
Earlier today, we were made to do these little "skits." The situation provided by Mlle. Chee: Groups of three must have one guest, one receptionist, and one conference director. The guest wants to get in, the receptionist checks whether he's registered, and the guest must eventually meet and shake hands with the director.
My role? Dominador Marquez, rappeur homosexuel. Funny and loveable. He's Spanish, too.
Now enough about French. For our grandoise class project, some girls from ComTech decided to murder Caesar - girly-style. Here's a sneak peek on what they have in store:
from "TIME AFTER TIME"
If you're lost you can look for his neon brights
crime after crime
He used steroids to get those buns so tight
crime after crime
we should push him away from the center spot
crime after crime
if you fall you'll get bruises, they will hurt a lot
crime after crime
from "I WILL SURVIVE"
At first I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinking I would never live beyond the Ides (of March)
But then I walk these city streets
On a glorious March fifteenth
And I’ve survived. I have survived, hey hey!!!!
from "LET'S GET PHYSICAL"
Let's get p’litical, p’litical,
I wanna get physical, let's turn into animals
wanna hear senate talks,
Brutus talk… let me hear Caesar talk
Now... I don't think that's the way to do things. If we have to murder Caesar, good Romans, we should do it the right way. Right? Right. |
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| Plus Jamais. |
[Nov. 30th, 2005|07:54 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  soaking wet | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Eraserheads - With a Smile | ] |
Waking up with a bad start, I rush to school anyway, only to find myself smack-dab in the middle of a pileup (oh commuting). Also, I managed to successfully miss two classes in a row.
It's very much tempting to blame the weather, to blame city planning, or to blame even God for that matter, but I'm sure that, again, I am responsible for it. I am accountable. There are ways in which I could have prevented this.
Remember, James - CPA. The things that happen to you, both good or bad, are either created by you, promoted by you, or at the very least, allowed by you.
Nevertheless, I shall take great pains to make sure this never happens again. |
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| Pilot |
[Nov. 29th, 2005|09:43 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Gin Blossoms - As Long as it Matters | ] |
Dr. House: Sorry, up late. Internet porn.
Dr. Chase: How come you’re not in your office?
Dr. House: Because there is a computer in my office. If I log on, romance will ensue. My wrist might fall off.
- from House, M.D. episode 18: "Babies and Bathwater"
So here I am again, back to spill my guts on the 'Net. Whoo boy, this sure is getting a bit too tedious for me, but I'll just keep it up for the sake of the premise.
Not too long ago, we had a little game in French class - it's that "how-do-you-pronounce-that-funny-looking-tongue-twisting-French-word" game. The teacher holds up a slip of paper with a French word written on it, and you, together with your group, must figure out how to pronounce it right.
Well, I did get "Madame Guillotine" right. Rolling heads and all. (Rolling tongues is a completely different story.)
Whenever I get all nervous, I just keep to myself - the girl sitting next to me, on the other hand, needs someone to hold on to. (Un)Fortunately, I happened to be her seatmate.
Well, it's OK. It's just like watching a movie on a date, except for the "movie" and "date" part.
Dr. House: And the reason you want respect...?
Dr. Wilson: To...get laid.
- from House, M.D> episode 14: "Control" |
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| Prelude to Pilot |
[Nov. 25th, 2005|08:49 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Iron Butterfly - In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida | ] |
This is James Sia. You know - guy from biology, proud owner of Sunshine the cat (no longer frisky).
As to why I got a new blog, I'll explain later.
Just keep in mind that this is my new blog. Ta-ta! |
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