Friday Dinner on the best table in Middle Earth: Fried Kenyan Tilapia, Munggo with handpicked spinach, trannie taba ng talangka, and itlog maalat. For dessert: handpicked raspberries, suman, honey ice cream, and almond croissants from Lila's favourite patisserie. Afterdinner conversation and gossip stretched to the wee hours of the morning.
I got an invitation for the opening of an art exhibit in Hérouville-Saint-Clair. The invitation was all-white with the title embossed. Cool. Also a mystery. Because for the life of me, I don't remember who the artist is and why I deserve to be in an art exhibit opening. I hate myself for this. I must have met her (or one of her friends) during those drunken drugged up nights in Paris a couple of weeks ago. It's like waking up the morning after a happening party and finding yourself lying next to stranger. (ps: This is only an analogy!) Oh well, I hate mysteries so I'm very tempted to haul my ass back to France. Afterall, those garlic eaters are in mourning (lost to Gli Azurri and all) and some French girl must be needing some 'comforting'.
Oui mademoiselle, I will be going to your art exhibit......whoever you are...
A whole box of unnecessary clothes. Including some pants with the overly optimistic waist size of 28. (I'm a fat 30 now and I've accepted the sad reality that I won't be a sexy 28 ever again.)
I'm moving to the dark basement for the summer while they repaint my room. In fact, because Sarah is leaving (Cue Primal Scream's "I'm gonna cry myself blind") and Fiona is getting Sarah's room and Louise doesn't want to live next to a graveyard, I might be getting the penthouse. Finally! This has given me the opportunity to do some spring cleaning. I've decided I'm really going for the Zoolander Derelict/Zen effect and I want as few material possessions cluttering my room as possible. This includes getting rid of half my wardrobe.
A check of my closet reveals I still have waaaaaaay too many.
My tackboard needs to be taken down too.
It's been so hot in Middle Earth for the last couple of days. The streets have been overrun by summer school students, language school students, tourists, and film crews. (Daniel Radcliffe is back but fortunately all the extras are cgi'd. There is a Bollywood film being shot in St. Giles, now those cast of thousands about to break into song and dance AREN'T cgi.) Fortunately for me, I have a secret place deep in the woods where I can go and an have my siesta in peace.
My secret spot.
I've been informed that my blog is inaccessible from La Salle networks. Really? They read blogs out there, much less know other sites than Friendster? Just Kidding. Anywho, the error message a Green Archer gets after typing my url (Please, the dvd drive is not a cup holder!) is "Access denied. Weighted phrase limit exceeded." Finally, La Salle tech support has to answer a new call that is NOT from St. Benilde and does NOT involve the question "My mouse has reached the edge of the mouse pad na, what do I do na?" Since I am also a Green Archer (albeit from the hipper and more intelligent Canlubang campus), let me expound on this error. Basically this is a simple way of filtering 'unwanted' websites. The contents of the webpage are scanned with each word given a pre-assigned value that is counted everytime the word comes up. These values are summed and if the total exceeds a programmed threshold, page access is denied. Por ejemplo, the word 'rape' could be worth 5 points, 'pussy' 10 points, 'dick' 10 points, and let 'shag' be 15 points. If I wrote on my webpage "My pussy cat named Dick was very wet and covered in rape seeds when he came to play on my shag carpet" my total would be 40 points. Depending on how Catholic/Opus Dei/Ultraconservative-Geek-who-needs-to-get-laid the Network Administrator is, the threshold could be 5. Since I am a total twat, I'm going to give the La Salle network something to count: pussy pussy pussy pussy pussy dick dick dick sexy sexy sexy sexy facial facial facial facial cunt cunt cunt cunt lick lick lick.
The Pornographer uploading web smut.