meissa: (oh rain)
I am ripping a piece of paper into little squares.

Supervisor: Why are you ripping paper?
Dai: I am ripping my c├ędula. Viva Katipunan!*
Supervisor: o_O?
Dai:...
Supervisor: You're strange.

* The Cry of Pugad Lawin /end history lesson.
** No community tax certificates were harmed. Just a blank piece of paper.
meissa: (life is good)
Since my family's definition of a holiday is the complete opposite of mine, I spent most of the day outside. As an explanation, holidays for me equals sleeping in until I get hungry, eating, and sleeping some more. For them, it usually involves waking me up at an ungodly hour (earlier than when I have to work, even!) and dragging me outdoors.

Since it was raining most of the weekend, however, my father's plans for us to go swimming were cancelled (fortunately, because though I love swimming, I abhor swimming in the nearby resorts which are usually overrun with children). But though today dawned bright and sunny, it was my mother's plans we followed and we wound up going to the mall, where I immediately commenced a shopping spree and I just have to ask retailers this:

WHY IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOUR SIZES SO FUCKING INCONSISTENT?!

I don't get it. Last year, my size would range from small to large, depending on the clothing store. Now? It ranges from EXTRA SMALL to EXTRA LARGE! WTF? Oh, and when shopping from the same boutique, I bought three blouses: one was medium, one was large, and one was extra large. Again, this was the same boutique!

I really miss the days when I was a medium everywhere. What is going on? How can one store's extra small be another's extra large? I DON'T UNDERSTAND. Oh, while we're at it--

WHY DOES IT SEEM LIKE THE DEFAULT DESIGN FOR WOMEN'S BLOUSES DO NOT TAKE INTO ACCOUNT THAT GIRLS HAVE BREASTS?

Unless I'm flat as a washboard -- or have a dent in my chest, maybe -- I am apparently going to have the hardest time buying clothes. There is something wrong going on here! I'm not even very...er...boobular?

I'm sorry if this should not be a surprise, but for the past four years I only bought clothes from catalogues (I'm still a medium in those) or out of the country (which use the number sizes, so idk).

Anyway, that aside. I went to see In Time after my shopping spree and let me just say: IT IS A MOVIE I WILL WILLINGLY WATCH THREE TIMES. ON MUTE. BECAUSE WHO CARES ABOUT PLOT WITH THAT MUCH PRETTY? I mean, Justin Timberlake -- pfft, I don't care about you. BUT MATT BOMER. ALEX PRETTYFER PETTYFER. CILLIAN MURPHY. VINCENT KARTHEISER, HELLO. And Amanda Seyfried is always pretty!

Can I just say that I find it sad that Justin outlived everyone that was prettier than him, though?

The plot was kind of hilarious, though. There were several gaping plot holes and the clock was too much of a Deus Ex Machina at times. And how do you even transfer time just by clasping hands, idk. But who cares? Pretty!

Now, however, I feel about to sink into a food coma because I had too many carbs today (Japanese for lunch, Chinese for dinner). So that's all I have to say about today. Which actually, seems like a lot now. And I have to be up early tomorrow for a seminar, so blargh. I hope I can stay awake through it.

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