Tastes Like Bad Political Thinking

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It’s Saturday evening and once again I’m forced to decide whether or not I should work on my thesis. The problem is I’ve lost a great deal of inspiration to really get started on it. I would blame the fact that my thesis mentor, who is absolutely wonderful and understanding, gives too loose a schedule for me to work with since I lack discipline. Not to mention, the collective sloth efforts (or lack of, rather) of my batch who is undergoing the second stage of thesis writing is not helping my situation. I know I’ve been mentioning my thesis here and there and how awesome it is, though frankly a lot of my research has just involved flicking through images and images of protest artworks and saving them. As far as reading is concerned the most I have done is re-read Gramsci’s theory just to quadruple check that his theory is applicable for my thesis.

Right now I’m actually reading up on Jean-Jacques Rousseau since I’ve been asked to make a poster (and get extra credit for French class, or so I hope) in commemoration of his 300th birthday. I bought myself some really lovely and thick watercolor paper just for the task. Php 215 down the drain, but I believe it was well-spent. I swear, if you ever consider painting to be more than just a hobby, don’t skimp out and buy cheap shit. Spending on good-quality materials is always the way to go. Oh, and speaking of putting money down the drain I went out to East Wood today and came back with these lovelies:

Persepolis 2: The Story of a Return by Marjane Satrapi

I've been trying to find this for a couple of months and seeing this sit idly on the shelf made me go "wheeee" in my brain.

I’ve been dying to watch the animated film version of the graphic novels but I have held it off because I wanted to read the story first. I bought the first back sometime late last year. I only had enough moolah to get one of the books so I wasn’t able to buy the second volume at the time (and there was no way in hell that I wanted to get the compiled reprint which has the movie poster for a cover).

Chicken With Plums (also) by Marjane Satrapi

This was an impulse buy.

I had a feeling at the back of my head that I would regret not getting another one of Marjane Satrapi’s works now and end up searching for this months later (just like I did with Persepolis 2). The cover is beautifully minimalist as without the jacket it is merely the figure slightly off-center behind the plum background. Having a plum-colored graphic novel is quite cool, you guys.

Wormwood Gentleman Corpse Vol. 2 – It Only Hurts When I Pee by Ben Templesmith

When I saw this I died (pun not intended).

If any of you guys know about Wormwood know that I love you a septillion times over and your atoms mean the world to me because I love, love, LOOOOVE Wormwood. ❤ I have been looking for the second and third volumes of Ben Templesmith’s zombie-fantasy-thisisawesomeholycrap comic for ages. And when I mean ages I mean years. I swear, I think I bought the first volume way back early during my first year in college if not before then (which means before I knew a lot of cool people I know now). Anyway, when I saw this I died because I gave up on finding this beauty after a year and a half. Seeing this book after a year and a half of asking bookstore clerks (who either don’t know what the hell I’m talking about or take me to a section that has Templesmith’s 30 Days of Night comic) was as pleasant as getting a 4.0 in a class I constantly cut.

War Child Heroes’ The Ultimate Covers Album

The picture is upside down because I'm too lazy to make it right-side up.

Beck’s doing Dylan

The Kooks are doing The Kinks

Yeah Yeah Yeahs are doing The Ramones

Franz Ferdinand doing Blondie

There was absolutely no way I could not buy this album. Also the CD’s part of this charity project of this organization called War Child. The charity’s going out to protect marginalized children in war conflicted parts of the globe. Good music for a good cause, very awesome deal.

With regards to the title of this post, the story is I was dead set on buying myself a decent-fitting pair of blue jeans. I have clearly failed and opted to buy other wonderful things. I’ll probably try again tomorrow. Hurr.

So, once again on this Saturday evening I am faced with this image before me:

And yes, I am wondering if I should really do thesis now that I have a pile of graphic novels next to me, good tunes, gingerbeer, and this creative itch in me concerning that Rousseau poster.

…yeah, probably end up with the same image tomorrow evening. Probably.

Bundaberg evening to you all.

Here are some pictures I took with my laptop’s webcam. They are mainly random pictures of me, friends, or me with a friend. Hurr durr murr.

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This is what happened.

I did not know about this shit. I swear.

It’s so fuckin’ awesome, you guys. Like srsly. Ask Angie, she was impressed. *does finger wiggles*

Too bad I don’t own a camera/iProduct with camera. I can’t take a picture of it.

According to people it’s so fuckin’ hipster because it has 10 triangles in it. Potatoes gonna potate.

Word.

UPDATE/EDIT: I finally took pictures of my stupid henna. Currently the tattoo is fading away but here’s what it looked like when it was still gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh!

Being all sneaky in French Class when I took this picture with my phone. Hoo ha!

I present to you one of my bestest best friends and the most drama-tastic Llama Lord out there.

BABY HE WAS HORN THIS WAY

HIS NAME IS WEEDMANE AND HE WILL WRECK YOUR SHIT WITH HIS MANE THAT LOOKS LIKE MARY JANE AND PUBES

Dear Carlos, I love you so much bro and friendship is cancer so I’m spreading the organic cancer to the world. ❤

I’ve been very sluggish about my thesis as of late. I’m currently spending my break time in the Malate office doing work/overhearing interesting conversations.

For those who don’t know, my thesis topic is pretty sweet. It focuses on the relationship of protest art and counter-hegemonic culture. Counter-hegemonic culture in simple terms is culture that is against the current societal norms. For an example let’s say that predominant society knows and understands that swans are evil and vile creatures although they really are. The counter-hegemonic culture to that would be something that says that swans are beautiful creatures which symbolize purity and shit like that which is bullshit because swans are really, really evil.

Anyway, so as of late I’ve been looking up images online for protest art ranging from Bolshevik campaign posters to anti-war street art. I’m currently at this process of just saving pictures and hoping to get a huge bulk-load of protest artworks. Afterwards it’s just a matter of analysis using Antonio Gramsci’s Theory of Culture Hegemony. If you have no idea what the what that shit is I suggest you check out my babble on the other mushroomcloudsoup blog.

Right-o. So I stumbled upon this video again:

I totally can’t use this awesome sauce for my thesis but I just wanted to share despite my feeling that a lot of people probably have seen this before. Blu is awesome. Awesome awesome awesome.

In other news I had flan yesterday. It was pretty sweet. I have no idea if that pun was intended or not. Oh well.

Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttttttuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure.

On this day I turn twenty years-old.

I have no idea how to feel because I feel completely the same. I’m currently wondering if I’m going to start questioning the clothes I wore just a year ago. Still dressed up in this really awesome gypsy-hippie skirt which I got for cheap at Forever 21. Today was above-average awesome for the following reasons.

1. My dear friend, Eri, gave me a hand-made birthday card which I totally did not expect. I ❤ you so much for that, dear! 😀
2. I paid for absolutely nothing today (Lunch was on Patrick, which was a Zark’s Jawbreaker split between my good friends, Angie and Olivia, and I; dessert was on Angie, which was awesome strawberry juice pop ice cream; more dessert was on the wonderful Quincy Kang who got me a box of brownies which I shared up at the Malate office with people; even more dessert was on Remil who indulged me with milk and cookies and cartoons; and by dinner I wasn’t hungry so haha).
3. My elective class which I totally don’t do much for is going smoothly because apparently my group is the only one with a decent research paper topic. Awwyeah.
4. Pixie Stix frenzy.
5. A zillion and one greetings from people who remembered my birthday/heard about it from other people WITHOUT facebook displaying my birthday. Hurrah for people who actually remember (and a little hurrah for those who picked up on the bandwagon).
6. I came home to new clothes. New clothes always make my day auto above-average awesome.
7. Vaginas. Cunts. Vaginas.

It’s too dark for me to take webcam photos of all the cool shit I got, but regardless I’ll probably share the swag to you all. By the by, I’m drinking till the drunk this coming Wednesday @ The Collective, Makati. If anyone wants some free boozing just lemme know! 😀 (Shameless birthday celebration plugging/invite)

ENDING SOUND HERE.

I had a realization the other day. While I was listening to the radio this song came up and I liked it a lot so I ended up looking for it again on youtube the moment I got home. Listened to it again before noticing the related videos were a bunch of obscure bands with obscure song titles and pretty neat album/EP coverart. I’m totally thinking, “Meh. I like indie music and it’s been a while since I went song/artist exploring.” so I decide to listen to a bunch of those related videos/songs.

Half an hour later I’m completely sick of it and I can’t listen to a song for more than half-way through before going alt+F4. I now pretty much understand what one of my friend’s mean when he says “Indie music sucks”. I don’t think it sucks that bad but I swear after listening to shit like that in consecutive I end up getting all “eeeehhhhh” and I boot-up iTunes to start playing me something that doesn’t sound like folk pop/techno synth with sickly boy vocals/awkward girl singing over a piano/songs about random shit or really really mundane things.

Right now I’m currently on this fix of listening to songs from Cowboy Bebop, this particular Rookie playlist, and these two songs in between random intervals:

(George Harrison will forever be Father Beardmas/The god of beard.)

On an ending note, I don’t know how I feel about Keanu Reeves playing Spike for the live action Cowboy Beboy movie. I’m leaning towards an annoyed “eehh” sound though.

I haven’t been able to make comments on blogspot posts. I am annoyed.

You guys have no idea how much I want to comment on your shit. Especially your shit, Raph Uy, you’re hilarious. Seriously.

Murr. Going to contemplate on making a blogspot now and possibly doing academic blog posts about power and globalization.