I missed it. I was supposed to wake up at 4AM (GMT +8 here) but I got up thirty minutes late. And all that was left was the revealing of the ten finalists. Good thing I can still watch it online.
Anyways, eight out of my ten predictions went through: (1) Aphrodisiac, Greece; (2) Never Forget, Iceland; (3) Zaleilah, Romania; (4) Should’ve Known Better, Denmark; (5) Sound of our Hearts, Hungary; (6) Waterline, Ireland; (7) Lautar, Moldova; and (8) Party for Everybody, Russia. The others: (9) Suus, Albania; and (10) La La Love, Cyprus
It’s not that I don’t like the last two songs but I feel that my other two is better, namely: Would You, Belgium; and Nar Jag Blundar, Finland.
Nevertheless, I think the outcome has been great. The second semi-final’s harder to judge though.
NOTE TO SELF: Wake up earlier. :P
White Gold of the North
Children need the freedom and time to play. Play is not a luxury. Play is a necessity.
-Kay Redfield Jamison
With my summer classes finally done, I can now read those books in my “To be read” part of the shelf. Unfortunately for those, I picked Miguel Syjuco’s Ilustrado. Again.
I stumbled upon Ilustrado on a magazine. It featured Syjuco winning the Man Asian Literary Prize (and I swear he’s handsome in the photo). Anyways, two or three years after, whilst looking at the shelves of National Bookstore in Baguio, my eyes caught the book’s familiar cover and I immediately grabbed one. I paid for it (along with Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol) and read it inside the taxi on the way to the hotel.
To the book now. I wasn’t sure whether it was nonfiction or not. It was confusing. The whole time I was reading it, I kept on asking myself, “Is the book’s Miguel Syjuco the real Miguel Syjuco?”, “Was there a Crispin Salvador?”, “Did this really happen?” It was after eight months did I finally Googled the book. Turns out that the answer to my questions is “Yes”. And “No”.
NOTE: DO NOT GOOGLE UNTIL YOU FINALLY READ IT.
Enhanced desktop :D
I know that my thank you’s will not be enough for everything you have done for me. But nevertheless. Thank you for being there when I am sick. Thank you for being supportive in everything I do. Thank you for scolding me so that I may learn. Thank you for giving me the best of everything. Thank you. Very. Much.
I love you, mom. You know, I’ll always do. :D
Our class had a tour at a Coca-Cola bottling plant yesterday thus the tagline and all. #PangBillboardMaterial #SiyempreJokeLang :P
I started my bad reputation in my law class when I became a personal “researcher” for my seatmate (i.e. feeding him answers during his recitation). Technically, I did not break any rules. I was just helpful. Nevertheless, my professor saw it as something, say, rebellious?
Then there was this time when I contested one of his conclusions. I debated with him. And he did not accept my contention. Talk about being equal in the eyes of the law. Pft.
And last Saturday, we had a make-up class at 9:00 AM. I came in one hour late. Now that’s some serious matter. As a consequence, I got a singko (5.00) on my recitation. Harsh. But I deserved it. Sigh. Good thing my law class is not a baseball game. Strike three and I would be out.
Game of Thrones House Beast and Words Game
- Pick an animal that starts with the last letter in your last name. Then go here and the first quote (or first part of the quote) are your words.
KANGAROO
“I TAKE MY CHILDREN EVERYWHERE”
Lion
“We have too many high sounding words, and too few actions that correspond with them.”
omg can we please talk about the symbolism here
Salamander
“You may be deceived”
RACCOON
“I HAVE LOST FRIENDS, SOME BY DEATH.”
NARWHAL
“Nothing ever goes away”
ZEBRA
“My wish is to ride the tempest”
(Source: osointricate)
During our law class a while back (Yes, I have summer classes. Booo!), my seatmate was asked by our lawyer-professor to recite. He didn’t respond well mainly because he doesn’t have the proper sources. I flipped my book to a page where the answer lies and gave it to him. Hey, I’m such a helpful classmate.
Then he asked him another. And another. And another. He couldn’t answer. I grabbed the book from him and turned it to the proper page. Again. Suddenly our professor remarked, “Wow Mr. *insert surname here*. You got yourself a researcher!” The whole room burst out laughing while I did a facepalm. That comment was either good for me or otherwise. And as my seatmate still struggled I kept repeating to myself, “Bad reputation. Bad reputation.”
But on the plus side, I may be good enough in the legal world. As a paralegal though. :/
Omi + Wings of Tinabi. Flying with a trailing rainbow before Nyan Cat was cool.
As gifts to myself, I bought two books from Samtoy.
L:Jeffery Deaver’s The Blue Nowhere | R:Steve Berry’s The Amber Room
While busy looking for reads I remarked, “I really don’t have much time for reading these days.” And while I was walking home I actually realized that my statement was ironic. Hey, who says that when eventually they’re going to buy books. Ironic. Really ironic.
I like buying books. I love reading them. Frankly, I have more books than pairs of pants and clothes combined. And this obsession caused the increasing stack of unread books.
From T to B: Miguel de Cervantes’ Don Quixote | Virgil’s Aeneid | Kate Wilhelm’s Defense for the Devil | Maureen Daly’s My Favorite Mystery Stories | Agatha Christie’s Halowe’en Party, Sleeping Murder, and Lord Edgware Dies | William Shakespeare’s The Merchant of Venice | R.L. Stevenson’s Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and other Stories
But tonight, I’m not reading any of them (and I find that sad) because I need to review for my exam the morrow. Say hi to Hector de Leon’s The Law on Negotiable Instruments (with Documents of Title).
