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Vanessa Academia
| Main blog: | Petridish Life | | Age: | 23 | | Birthday: | June 19th 1983 | | Gender: | Female | | Race/lineage: | Asian | | Location: | Philippines |
| Astrological Sign: | Gemini (May 21 - June 21) | | Existing as: | Faerykin | | Biography/About: | I dress like a Rorschach Inkblot Test. I have as much consistency as a revolving door. They say I have too much of an imagination; I say, the world has Pavloved me into retreating to my cotton candy thoughts whenever everything starts getting too crazy - or worse, too dull.
Hmmm... I can't think of anything more to say. You know, writing the "about me" part isn't really my thing.
| | Dislikes: | Hairy men. They remind me of Chewbacca. | | Interests: | ally mcbeal's neurosis, anime's philosophy tidbits, art films, astrology, bargain hunts, barbie's cradle, beauty, being braless, big puffy clouds, bizarre dreams, bjork, the color black, "blondeness", bopis, carrot sticks, cats, chocnut, chocolates, mocha frappuccinos, coffee shops, coldplay, cotton candies, crazyness, cynthia alexander, daria, diaphanous dresses, dinuguan, dogs, edna mode, film festivals, finding nemo, freebies, frilly skirts, furry animals, furry coats, green veggies, hiding in obscurity, ideas from mental stupor, imago, insanity, jackets, kissing, laughing, likha-diwa, literature, living in petri dishes, moon, pirating mp3s, museums, ponkan, pixar cartoons, poet-poetan, purple, red, redhorse beer, rivers, ruffled collars, san mig lite, spikey heels, ogling spongecola's vocalist, stars, sugar hiccups, Sarah's, thrift shops, tori amos, up sunken garden, walking on tiptoes, world domination |
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| Books: | i am in love with the written words...i read basically anything (even dictionaries or milk carton nutritional facts...but i draw the line from those books full of numbers though). | | Songs: | I weep everytime I hear Foamy's Squirrel Song. It's just so dang... effective. | | TV Shows: | I have been recently exercising my voyueristic nature by watching 'em reality tv shows. I don't really know how long these kind of shows will be able to entertain me but in the meantime, please excuse me... Imma go watch Wifeswap. | | Movies: | Trainspotting, Keka, Two Can Play the Game, Tuhog, Amelie, My Sassy Girl, Adult Behavior, Y Tu Mama Tambien, The Others, Chicago, Much Ado About Nothing, Anything Else, The Wedding Singer...Films made by Kiyoshi Kurosawa and Mel Brooks.... | | Sports: | Volleyball of Wits, Tennis Innuendoes | | Pets/Animals: | Schroo. He's a dog... the bear-kind. Or a bear, the dog-kind? I'm not sure exactly. All I know is that we own each other. I'm his cat, by the way... Schrodinger's Cat | | Food: | As long as it's edible, I'll eat it. | | Quotes: | "It's terribly narcissistic to quote oneself", Pepperella/Van, in answering the 'favorite quote' section for this profile |
The New Petridish
It's entirely tasking to switch into a new blog especially since you've already established a stronghold of permanence from your previous one. But as I've already told everyone, this petridish isn't doing it for me now.
Here's where you can find to poke the lazy bacteria:
http://notanotherblog.i.ph
P.S.
Still haven't got around putting the links, though. Will do that as soon as I can. :)
Switching Petridishes
After coming back from my hibernation from writing (nonsensical, self-indulgent posts), I noticed that my blog has been invaded my various kinds of adwares (and possibly, low-risk survey/data gathering spywares) disguised as your usual irritating pop-ups. Even the most patient would not be able to stand having their blockers be barraged by outrageously numerous pop-ups. (The computer I once used blocked close to a hundred before I could move my mouse freely).
So, anyway, I was thinking that I should change my blog host. I'm thinking maybe of moving to either wordpress or blogspot.
But...
BS Bullshitology
After two weeks of looking for a cheap rattan furniture maker, battling hyperacidity, and worrying ourselves bald, Yas and I braced ourselves for the greatest task of all: explaining why our television talkshow set looks like a venue for spirit questors in a seance, or better yet, a studio that doesn't like paying electrical bills.
See, the halogen lamp broke down, and we, financially incapable that we are since day 1, have to make do of the four 10-watt directional lamps on hand. We could've done better with better background too, but the thing is, it's hard to do the things you wanted to...
Crapology
"Cholera! Cholera! Cholera!" flashed the Polish subtitles as it translate Mort Rainey's (Johnny Depp in the movie, Secret Window) tirade of expletives that literally means "excrement."
Those are what flashes too whenever I look at myself at the mirror. (What with deadlines looming every nanosecond, and projects burning holes in my imitation CK wallet, I simply have no time nor money to pamper myself.)
Oh, yeah. Them Polish subtitles flashes too whenever I log in the petridish. I'm actually a little worried that I'm finding it hard to start to write up something. Just these three paragraphs...
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| Do you have any particular rituals when you tie your shoelaces? | I would if I have shoes that have shoelaces. |
| Would you consider dating Big Bird? | If he's really a BIG bird... I mean why not? Oh, oh. you mean that sesame street mascot? Hmmm... yeah sure. He's tall. He'll do. Oh wait, he's feathery, meaning, that's pretty much an equivalent to being hairy... But then, he love kids... that ought to count... however - er... could you get back on me, please? this is bound to take awhile. |
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