http://betch.tabulas.com another armpit of the universe Hi, my name’s Betch and I’m Internetpornaphobic, among other things. Sometimes I feel like Jack Torrance, which is just creepy. Most of the time, though, I can be annoyingly bouncy-happy-touchy-feely and end up using too many unnecessary words (which should always be considered as emphasis rather than redundance). During the times in between I'm most likely catatonic. en Thu, 23 Jul 2009 14:16:47 +0000 Ang landi. "Love is useless unless it is shared with another. Indeed, no man is an island, and the cruelest act of a partner in marriage is to say "I could not have cared less." This is so because an ungiven self is an unfulfilled self."

- Torres, Jr. J Chi Ming Choi vs. Court of Appeals

I think it's little (pun intended) treasures like these that make law school more appealing.

]]> http://betch.tabulas.com/2009/07/23/ang-landi./ http://betch.tabulas.com/2009/07/23/ang-landi./ Thu, 23 Jul 2009 14:16:47 +0000 There goes my Sell My Kidney for an SR11 Backup Plan. I think the almost consecutive onslaught of diseases is karmic damage for Something Potentially Evil I Shall Do In The Future (or at least part of some evil plot to kill me or..*gasp!* not let me graduate this sem). Last Saturday I went home with a headache and fever, which eventually turned out to be cellulitis (read: CELLULITIS, completely unrelated to cellulite) caused by the heat and the jeepney/bus farts in Manila. My mom took me to a doctor, who suggested I get my blood tested to see if anything else is (medically) wrong with me. Apparently there is. He said there's abnormally high levels of creatinine in my blood, which means something's wrong with my kidneys, which means I can't ever rely on selling one of them for an SR11. On the bright side, I'm really enjoying the time off school to catch up on sleep, pretend to work on my thesis, and watch new episodes of Phineas and Ferb.

]]> http://betch.tabulas.com/2009/02/25/there-goes-my-sell-my-kidney-for-an-sr11-backup-plan./ http://betch.tabulas.com/2009/02/25/there-goes-my-sell-my-kidney-for-an-sr11-backup-plan./ Wed, 25 Feb 2009 14:56:24 +0000 I hate unproductive unartistic bouts of depression. Because that's just being sissy and emo.

]]> http://betch.tabulas.com/2009/01/12/i-hate-unproductive-unartistic-bouts-of-depression./ http://betch.tabulas.com/2009/01/12/i-hate-unproductive-unartistic-bouts-of-depression./ Mon, 12 Jan 2009 04:27:30 +0000 Who says I don't plan ahead?

Robert's LAE countdown is driving me insane. Thankfully there's no interview this year, because we all know how Betch gets during interviews. I know I shouldn't treat any test like it can define my overall relevance, but I'm shit scared. I've always felt invincible: if I tried hard enough, I can get anything I want. But the LAE is posing a serious threat to my Overall Awesomeness, and for the sake of self-preservation I've decided to outline a couple of options:

 

Plan A: Overall Awesomeness

Step 1: Take the LAE.

Step 2: Ace it.

Step 3: Become a lawyer, work as a corporate tool until I can afford annual non-invasive fat surgery and get fake abs.

Step 4: Try to reclaim my soul by working pro bono.

 

Plan B: If At First You Don't Succeed...

Step 1: Take the LAE.

Step 2: Fail.

Step 3: Get a fulfilling career somewhere else. Save the world (or rule it, same banana anyway).

Step 4: Retake LAE during midlife crisis.

 

Plan C: Circumvention

Step 1: Fake illness on the morning of the LAE. (Migraine or diarrhea).

Step 2: Become a writer. (On good days, parang tae ko lang ang syntax ni fat Twilight writer lady.)

 

Plan D: Denial

Step 1: Take the LAE.

Step 2: Fail.

Step 3: Retake the LAE the following year.

Step 4: Fail.

Step 5: Reretake the LAE the next year.

Step 6: Fail.

Step 7: Fake own death, claim someone else's identity.

Step 8: Repeat steps 1-7 ad nauseam.

 

Plan E:mo

Step 1: Take the LAE.

Step 2: Fail.

Step 3: Inject Listerine into bloodstream.

 

But seriously, if I pass, magpapainom ako. If I fail, ohwell, Cherry owes me fifty pesos and I can always go to Yale. XD Mishee: I seriously hope nag-alay ka talaga ng itlog for me.

]]> http://betch.tabulas.com/2008/11/22/who-says-i-dont-plan-ahead/ http://betch.tabulas.com/2008/11/22/who-says-i-dont-plan-ahead/ Sat, 22 Nov 2008 12:55:22 +0000 FTW. I'm saving this for posterity and for future "Why Betch Is Awesome" reference.


marc: now that i think about it


marc: you are really similar "personality-wise" with my closest guy friend dito sa diliman


marc: haha


marc: take note: guy friend


marc: you should take it as a compliment coz it must mean you have a personality


betch: damn it you're in love with him din?

 

betch: I KNEW IT YOU ARE GEIGH LIKE REIGH ON A SLEIGH

 

 

P.S. Reigh, as your pretend girlfriend, I can say stuff like "geigh like Reigh on a sleigh".

]]> http://betch.tabulas.com/2008/10/29/ftw./ http://betch.tabulas.com/2008/10/29/ftw./ Wed, 29 Oct 2008 17:10:34 +0000 Curse you, Facebook. I have three more final exams to go, an AVP to shoot/edit, a speech to write and deliver, and three papers (one of which is not crammable). Since I was researching all day I figured I ought to give myself a break (i.e. play a little Packrat) and when I checked my updates, I saw and clicked on this link:

 

http://evilleagueofevil.com

 

I've been staring at this site for half an hour now. Drooling.

 

 

 

]]> http://betch.tabulas.com/2008/09/28/curse-you-facebook./ http://betch.tabulas.com/2008/09/28/curse-you-facebook./ Sun, 28 Sep 2008 13:25:02 +0000 My grades are in the academic toilet. (This is a geek post.) Amartya Sen’s “Development as Freedom” is sucking my soul; initially it was a pretty interesting read, but halfway through the book it was all blahtablesblahdirectinstrumentalconstructiverolesblah. I figure it’s too late to change my thesis topic (I know it’s called a seminal paper now, but same banana, whoever told me that I didn’t have to bother with thesis anymore lied to me and should suck it) and the book really is an interesting take on the subject. The problem is, I have around five virgin books with me (one of them is a crisp and new copy of Murakami's After Dark which I got for a hundred pesos) and I’d rather read about tents and exotics than development and freedom.

I have to finish writing Xela’s yearbook write-up (which I promised I would finish three weeks ago), cram a conceptual framework, a theoretical framework, a review of related literature, and interview samples for tomorrow’s makeup class, and find out if Dashboard Confessional really is playing on Oktoberfest tomorrow.

Flush.

]]> http://betch.tabulas.com/2008/09/04/my-grades-are-in-the-academic-toilet.-this-is-a-geek-post./ http://betch.tabulas.com/2008/09/04/my-grades-are-in-the-academic-toilet.-this-is-a-geek-post./ Thu, 04 Sep 2008 10:39:27 +0000 BETCH WAG KANG EMO. - God I was all bummed this morning because I thought my Walkman was dead--I put in new batteries and tried singing to it, to no avail; I had begun to come to terms with the loss and mentally prepared a Viking funeral. Mishee and Andy were asking if they were invited, and of course they were, I just had to write a decent obit and invite friends and family.

 

Too much fuss over a silly mp3 player, you say? I've had it for at least four years, and the only times anything ever got stolen from me (i.e. those two tragic incidents with my cellphones) were times when I wasn't using my Walkman (I like to think I look less stupid with earphones in my..erm, ears). My Walkman saved me from asphyxiating in classes, countless First Friday masses in high school, the horrors of commuting, and most importantly, from talking to people when I didn't want to.

 

I was composing an epic elegy in my head (because a Viking funeral isn't a Viking funeral without one,) when I dropped my Walkman. I tried to turn it on again, and lo!

 

my klutziness + gravity = LOVE.

 

 

I realized I never got around to properly naming my Walkman, and I figure I should give it a rough and tough name as a testament to all the abuse it had suffered. I'm thinking Lazarus. (I've been reading too much Plath lately.)

]]> http://betch.tabulas.com/2008/08/27/betch-wag-kang-emo.---god/ http://betch.tabulas.com/2008/08/27/betch-wag-kang-emo.---god/ Wed, 27 Aug 2008 14:23:02 +0000 I ate half a box of Apple Rings today and I'm still constipated. With graduation photos only two weeks away, most people have been talking about their creative shots. I'm not totally looking forward to it because I take the WORST photos; my right cheek twitches when I have to stay still for more than five seconds, and I can only do three faces (happy, blowfish, and constipated). Which is why I want a to be sitting on a toilet for my creative shot. Or drinking out of it with a straw. Scratch that--I just want something toilet-related. Toilettoilettoilet.

 

I've been constipated the entire weekend, and since I gave AJ the last of my poopoo tea (because I love him and am supporting his whole lose-weight-so-I-can-go-be-all-malandi thing,) I can't poop. This is especially hard because I've been binge-eating lately (ask my blockmates, I always have baon and still buy lunch,) and now my tummy is as round and tight as a drum. Which might make the Parental Units think I'm pregnant (or lazy, I forget). I've tried high-fiber food, green leafy vegetables, I even snarfed down a bunch of Nesvita things and I can practically hear the water in my stomach sloshing around.

 

]]> http://betch.tabulas.com/2008/08/19/i-ate-half-a-box-of-apple-rings-today-and-im-still-constipated./ http://betch.tabulas.com/2008/08/19/i-ate-half-a-box-of-apple-rings-today-and-im-still-constipated./ Tue, 19 Aug 2008 11:29:13 +0000 Word diarrhea. Me: tae talk talaga tayo (nakanamanputs, ALLITERATION!!!)
AJ Gurl: =)) 

 

I spent the last months writing essays and reports for school, which means they were crammed, boring, and most likely did not make any sense. I just realized how much I miss writing for the pure, sheer heck of it, for that blinking blip on the screen or that scratchy sound a pencil makes on paper.

 

My hands are cramping.

]]> http://betch.tabulas.com/2008/08/11/word-diarrhea./ http://betch.tabulas.com/2008/08/11/word-diarrhea./ Mon, 11 Aug 2008 14:48:19 +0000