Noodle post of the day: food we ate, a game I played.

Initially today I was feeling rather lazy to the point of not feeling like attending any classes, but of course I decided not to skip any; the lecture class and then the laboratory class in the morning lasted until about 2:30 (we took a long time experimenting for our research project, which incidentally is about the dynamics of dripping).

Had lunch at Kha's (the Persian place at the arcade) with Jeanne. Keema masala + Persian bread, "That's Not What You Think" (spicy hodgepodge soup) + rice = satiation + spicy burps. Passed by the SC and grabbed a crossword (i.e., a broadsheet, for which we have no other use, really), the Manila Bulletin's, this time. Sat around and did the crossword for a while, but after a while tired of it for some reason - even though it wasn't particularly difficult - and just enjoyed the (relatively) cool, windy afternoon.

I was supposed to have a 5:30 class, but we ended up not meeting today. So Jeanne and I proceeded to SM North, where we walked around and eventually ate at the newly-opened Savory. Pretty good food, especially of course their famous fried chicken, even discounting some sentimental connections on my part (i.e., my dad used to bring home food from a Savory near the office for special occasions when I was a kid).

Apart from eating I flailed around a bit at the (cheap!) arcade upstairs, playing this rhythm game, pretty much Dance Dance, but with your hands. Fun, and I seem to be improving, at least I managed to not make too big a fool out of myself, playing even with both sides at once, hehe, oh no, I seem to be getting hooked on the stuff, good thing tokens only cost 5 pesos each.

End!

Crazy bird

I was looking out my window earlier this afternoon. First time in a while, and now that I have glasses I appreciate the view a lot more - even if it is mostly just of our backyard and of the landscape of middle-class houses beyond.

Eventually I came around to watching these two birds perched on our neighbors' television antenna. On a whim (maybe I had just woken up from a nap, I don't know) I started whistling at them, trying to chance upon some bird-enough-sounding whistles to get their attention, and I don't know, just make them look in my direction or confuse them or something. When all of a sudden the smaller one takes wing and makes to fly directly at my face, but I jerked away from my window and it swerved hard to the left.

What was it thinking?

Yawns, stretches, looks around.

Been more or less slacking off this week. Feeling a bit guilty (from a deep-seated inability to loosen up most of the time, I suppose), but am working on it, trying to enjoy this sudden (if more or less unwarranted) leisure.

For some reason whenever they cook spaghetti here at home (with more or less Filipino-style sauce), I end up overeating. And eating the stuff for both lunch and dinner. There was even some ice cream, happiness. Oh to relive those childhood days when the only problem is what to have for merienda and how to use up the time.

Well, tomorrow's going to be a new day, I expect. Should really get moving again, am feeling flabby. But such is life, more or less. (Some sort of realignment should be in order, I guess. Tomorrow.)

Another meme! (Tagged by Racine)

a. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
b. Tag seven people to do the same.
c. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it."


1. I keep my Gmail and Google Reader tabs open all the time in Firefox. I check them, along with various friends pages, every so often whenever I'm online for extended periods of time, provided I'm not concentrating on anything in particular.

2. I have a rather high tolerance to alcohol (as several people could attest to :P).

3. I guess I can be rather uptight at times, in the sense of overly worrying whenever things don't go exactly as I planned, or about not keeping above a certain threshold of productivity, and things like that. I'm guessing that I seem rather carefree to most people, but I'm not like that all the time.

4. Given #3, I can still be amazingly lazy at times. It's a crazy pendulum, which I have yet to really set at equilibrium, i.e., my balancing skills are still somewhat lacking, but improving.

5. I keep an "organizer" of sorts in the form of 3"x5" index cards held together by a small black binder clip. What it actually is is just a collection of daily to-do lists/reminders that only stretch for a week in advance, at maximum. I've been meaning to rethink its organization to make it a bit more useful, but haven't gotten around to doing so yet.

6. I sometimes snore, a little, I hear from people. But not overly loudly..

7. I love playing RPGs, usually old console ones. I'm no judge of game greatness, I just know what I enjoy playing, even if people might see some of these games as rather flat, repetitive, or boring. I shrug and continue suspending my disbelief of these tiny video game worlds, if only for just enough time to finish with them and move on to the next, until it's over.


Now, because I'm lazy and can't be bothered to come up with seven names and am not sure there are that many people who'll read this anyway, I tag everyone who reads this sentence. Yes, you. Tell us your secretsess.

Just dropping by!

Pretty busy week, with org activities (apps' night last Wednesday, the booth at CAL this entire week) and other, ehem, extracurricular activities (physics people dinner++ last night, Vimmy's despedida later, etc).

Fun times, got to try new things, but I'm feeling a bit guilty about happening to neglect things like schoolwork and research. Ahem.

Well, anyway, I have to be on the go again in a bit. No real rest until tonight or tomorrow, by which time I think I'll be trying to catch back up anyway, but yeah, cheers!

Trashspotting - filthy purple bag.

A roll of masking tape. A small roll of Scotch tape, a bigger roll, a pair of scissors (pink). A stapler (pink). Used index cards (white), unused index cards (purple). Small black binder clips. A calculator whose batteries are dead. Two containers of different brands of mechanical pencil lead (but no mechanical pencil). A "daily refreshener" spray thing, a hair brush (slightly used). A black and pink frilly umbrella. Notebooks, loose paper, readings. Watchmen. A pack of seasoned seaweed strips, packed in threes. Two pieces of finger-sized pepperoni. Some sesame brittle in a Ziploc bag. A bar of Meiji Black (slightly used). Coins, old envelopes, a draft of an essay. Old movie tickets, play tickets. Scotch Brite High Performance Cloth - something to wipe my glasses clean with. (Later: a GTEC pen, an index card organizer thingy, a UP ID. Previously: two wayward PET bottles.)

Watchmen

We got ourselves a copy of Alan Moore's Watchmen recently, and I have to say that it really is some piece of work. It's immersive, richly detailed, populated with complex, interesting characters, clever, and eminently worth rereading. (Which I am doing, once I get it back tomorrow. Whee.)

Moore himself says that structure was one of the major aspects of Watchmen: repeating motifs at various scales, the whole comic-within-a-comic, and so on. But even as a straight story, it would work, on the strength of its characterization and pacing.

(I also have to say that Alan Moore makes a pretty good interviewee; his interviews tend to be lively and engrossing.)

If only graphic novels weren't so expensive - but I'm beginning to see how the better ones might be more than worth it.