| i'm moving journals. time to wipe the proverbial slate clean.
wait, is that damn slate proverbial?
anyway.
if you're interested in being added, leave a comment. however, i probably won't be adding more than 50 people, i'm having a really hard time keeping up with my friends list.
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| matthew: yeah, my brother was clobbering me when we were playing hero clix today.
jammi: aaww...why? he had a better set?
matthew: nah. i just always do badly at any game against my brother.
jammi: ...then why do you play?
matthew: damn capricorns. you don't like playing unless you win, huh?
jammi: um, why else would i play if i'm not going to win?
matthew: because there's FUN in just playing?
jammi: there's no fun if i'm not winning, baby. | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment  |
| held a focus group discussion last saturday, for my term paper (which is built like a mini-thesis). topic: the simulation of the female in anime. (as in, that baudrillard dude) the thesis statement: ...er? it's pretty much just a study on the animated film perfect blue (which is along the lines of psycho-mind-fuck-thriller)
the FGD went extremely well. there was the film viewing, half of them had watched it previously, the second hadn't. held discussions after, which were extremely fruitful. everyone had something amazing to say. it was a good mix of otakus, blue-mooners and virgins (in terms of anime familiarity).
thank you so much to everyone who went, i really appreciated it. andrew and jeppy, you guys were sorely missed! i would still like to pick your brains though, so i hope to hold interviews. you don't need to have watched perfect blue though.
now on to the hard part. actually writing the damn paper. first draft due this wednesday, ay.
but first:
So, say you were meeting a new person--blind date, new friend, who knows. And you wanted them to have some idea of what kind of person you are, and who you are. But you can't actually tell them in so many words. Instead, you have to give them a box, with a dozen things in it for them to look at/read/listen to/taste/whatever. "What would you put in the box? And a copy of your journal or a link to your LJ would be the same thing as just telling them directly, yourself, so that's not allowed.
1. the elephant vanishes by haruki murakami 2. potato salad (made by my wonderful matthew, of course!) 3. my mix david bowie CD (his older stuff, i.e. my little china girl, life on mars, etc) 4. a mix CD of japanese music (jpop, jrock, anime, etc) 5. some random pictures that i've taken 6. my small notebook filled with theories that turn me on (my thoughts on technological determinism, simulation and simulacra, feminist media theory, etc) 7. one mini disc that fits three songs (dashboard confessional's hands down, the cure's pictures of you and maroon 5's she will be loved) 8. a copy of the movie, CQ 9. one of my ah! my goddess volumes 10. my red-black checkered hat 11. terry pratchett's feet of clay 12. a picture of matthew and me. | comments: 11 comments or Leave a comment  |
| "pictures" from dave's party. more to come, i think.
click on thumbnails to get full views :D

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| as soon as i got down from claire's car, i could already hear leica saying, "oh my god, it's jammi! she made it!". yes folks, it's been that long since i've partied "up north".
there was good food, fab new people, great conversation, and way too much comic geeking between paolo and matthew. and most importantly: royal+vanilla liquor (vodka?). yum. matthew later told me that i tend to dominate conversation, though he says that isn't a bad thing. it isn't? i can't keep my mouth shut when i meet people for the first time.
i'd say more about the party, but leica's eyebrows will kill me!
happy birthday again, leica!
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then later that night (some time after 11pm), claire dropped us off at dave's yes-!-my-fucking-thesis-is-done party...or something. though i honestly believed it was a celebration of the transition between friday the thirteenth, and *stupid day.
met some really rad new people, some of whom i have been dying to meet (i.e. "oh my god, i finally get to suck your brains out" "you're thrillspill, right?" "did you bring your penis?"). for some reason, every two minutes of party time became three hours of real time. beer had never tasted so good, being drunk had never been so much fun. and my clothes have never so badly stank of cigarettes. the mechanical chewing of nummy chicken nuggets kept me from falling off chairs to lie as an inebriated pile of post-midterms-girl.
i wish i could write about it, but there were just too many great things that happened, and i just don't have the words for some of it. but it was the most fantastic thing to happen to me in a long, long time.
and to the new people i met: i apologize for all the misplaced fruedian comments, and all other silly things i may have said. i wish i could blame it on the gin.
matthew had fallen asleep during pingpong(?) a fantasticcrazy japanese movie that i must own. by the start of stacy (which was apparently about japanese school girls who turn into flesh-eating zombies) matthew refused to let me position myself in anything that did not involve holding him. which left me to stare at nothing but matthew hair, which then let the whole week of scarce sleep finally catch up on me.
woke up groggily a little under an hour, to find dave passed out on the couch with the sun rising. pat silently waved goodbye while leaning against the comatose mihk. matthew and i packed our things and shuffled our way out the door, and into what i think was pasig.
half an hour later, in a train heading to makati, i watched the sun filter through the clouds and rest against matthew's skin. i smiled and told him, "happy valentine's day".
the rest was mush and personal, something along the lines of pink-tinged rainbows and fuzzy feelings and a bed that was hard to leave from.
i don't remember the last time i've experienced such uninterrupted happiness.
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* did you know that the greek word for stupid was valentine? i've been telling this to everyone and their goddamn grandmother, because i can't get over it.
hope you guys had a good stupid day! | comments: 16 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Subject: | transit | | Time: | 11:58 am | | Current Mood: | creative |
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taken in singapore, last november-ish. accidentally found the pic, and completely forgot i had taken it. also manipulated it, threw it in my devart page. for the lazy, here's a direct link (with a pretty thumbnail and all):
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| | Subject: | wtf? | | Time: | 01:41 pm | | Current Mood: | FREAKED. |
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| [phone rings]
JAMMI
hello?
PHONE
HELLO. THIS IS PLDT. WE COULD LIKE TO TELL YOU THAT YOUR PHONE BILL OF ___ EIghTh UND reD and FIv EPEsos IS DUE IN FIVE DAYS. THANK YOU.
JAMMI
uh...hello? is there a person behind this machine? hello?
PHONE
JAMMI
hello?
[dial tone]
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i'm jealous. jill and jenna had a photoshoot session yesterday, and didn't invite me! :( sad sad sad. | comments: 20 comments or Leave a comment  |
| Technological animism was the basis for a philosophy called 'resistentialism'. Its leading figure, Pierre-Marie Ventre, declared that 'Les choses sont contre nous': Things are against us. One resistentialist commentator summarizes the Clark-Trimble experiments of 1935:
Clark-Trimble was not primarily a physicist, and his great discovery of the Graduated Hostility of Things was made almost accidentally. During some research into the relation between periods of the day and human bad temper, Clark-Trimble, a leading Cambridge psychologist, came to the conclusion that low human dynamics in the early morning could not sufficiently explain the apparent hostility of Things at the breakfast table - the way honey gets between the fingers, the unfoldability of newspapers, etc. In the experiments which finally confirmed him in this view, and which he demonstrated before the Royal Society in London, Clark-Trimble arranged four hundred pieces of carpet in ascending degrees of quality, from coarse matting to priceless Chinese silk. Pieces of toast and marmalade, graded, weighed and measured, were then dropped on each piece of carpet, and the marmalade-downwards incidence was statistically analyzed. The toast fell right-side-up every time on the cheap carpet, except when the cheap carpet was screened from the rest (in which case the toast didn't know that Clark-Trimble had other and better carpets), and it fell marmalade-downwards every time on the Chinese silk. Most remarkable of all, the marmalade-downwards incidence for the intermediate grades was found to vary exactly with the quality of carpet. The success of these experiments naturally switched Clark- Trimble's attention to further research on resistentia, a fact which was directly responsible for the tragic and sudden end to his career when he trod on a garden rake at the Cambridge School of Agronomy. (Jennings 1960, p. 396)
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from this great site on technological determinism. good read! | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment  |
| update at static heart. finally uploaded the last of the nikon pictures. have already started working on a new layout for static heart, since i'm putting up a new gallery for my ixus 400 shots. wo-hoo!
still have a LOT of pictures to catch up on. phew.
anyway, go check it out :) |  |
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i wanted to write down the adorable dialogue that accompanied these pictures, but words and memory fail me.
you just had to be there.
more pictures to come. soon. all from jenna's smashing SURPRISE birthday party! LOVE YOU JENNA GIRL! | comments: 13 comments or Leave a comment  |
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it's morning. and somehow, we survived this week.
and no matter how many weeks we've been asked to go through...it never fails to feel just as great as the first time when you think
ah...it's friday.
(from left to right: ryu, rod, jrf and niƱa) | comments: 10 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | the darkness, "i believe in a thing called love" | | Subject: | buy me stuff! | | Time: | 03:58 pm | | Current Mood: | this is a GOOD DAY folks! |
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| before i begin anything:
people who have just stumbled onto my journal: i'm usually not this shallow. and materialistic. honest. no really! don't look at me that way! it hurts! it huuuuuuuuuurts~
anyway.
so!
three important things happened towards the creation of this post.
one; my mother bought me a webcam recently (ish sho nice! even let's me take b&w ones)
two; i finally got off my lazy ass and made a wish list at amazon.
three; i just turned 21! it was my birthday last december 29th. i'm sure you didn't miss that because i made a ridiculously big post about it. complete with pictures.
and so! the cam-whoring begins!

( the black and white artsy fartsy stuff. i was trying for sexy, but i kept on falling off my chair from laughing at myself )
and yes, i can afford to be this tactless because DUDES and DUDETTES, i made it to the dean's list! i'm on the 6th slot for the entire damn college, and i'm the only mass communication student on it. teachers and students alike showered me with praise. it was quite difficult walking through doors this afternoon.
so yeah, i'm so celebrating.
help me celebrate!
buy me stuff!
are there enough links for you to click on yet? okay, that's it.
*sneaks in one more link!*
no, that's it really. um, bye now. | comments: 11 comments or Leave a comment  |
| okay, Lj is being kind of bitchy today. i'm trying to be patient and understanding: it could be her period.
(do goats have periods?)
(and yes, it's quite possible that frank is female. don't give me that look.)
so, my previous post got deleted (losing all my comments) and popped up by itself again, a few hours later. hrm.
in case you haven't seen my replies: yes, you you and you are more than welcome to have homes at sputnik sweetheart. e-mail me and we'll talk.
sushi(AT)sputniksweetheart(DOT)com
and yes, hosting is still open. so yeah, just lemme know. please please please read the requirements though. thanks! :) | comments: 24 comments or Leave a comment  |
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even more pictures from baguio. took 130 pictures: and those were just the ones i could fit in my memory card. yowza.
just wanted to announce: sputnik sweetheart is now hosting. details are here. (click on the "hosting" link).
please read the requirements carefully.
hope to hear from you guys soon :) pass it on, if you like. | comments: Leave a comment  |
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my wonderful, wonderful birthday gift from jill: and if a thousand flakes of snow tried their best to blot out your bright face would they, perhaps, feel as futile as the wind brushing at the trees whispering, softly, "there is no way any of us can succeed"?
squee. i have such nice friends that know just how to make me feel loved and special :D |
| thank you so much to the wonderful people who left sweet greetings on my livejournal, my guestbook, my e-mail and my cellphone inbox. i wish i had something profound to say about what it was like being 20, and what i expect from being 21. but i don't. when i was about to blow out the three candles on my surprise birthday cake (thank you so much nicole, i LOVE you to BITS), it took me a while to think of anything to wish for. all that came to mind was: i hope to be always this happy. |
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</td> <td width="50%"> "do you know what destiny is? <p>
it's building a bridge of chances to the one you love." <p>
-- <i>my sassy girl</i> <p>
my new year's resolution is to discover: to walk the fine line between <i>destiny</i> and <i>chance</i>, with my heart out on hands open and reaching, but keeping its strings close and tight between my fingers.
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