To celebrate the end of a "long weekend" (which was really just a regular weekend for me since I had class Saturday), I got called in ALL THREE CLASSES I had today. To add a cherry on top of that, I got my check for October, but then when I got home, the credit card bill came in and uh... *gulp* well, there goes my check. So it's a zero-sum day, it's the start of December so I tediously reconstructed my 10-point wishlist for Christmas, which has a lot of daya on the side, so it's really more than 10. =P

In alphabetical order:

1. Band Hero for the Wii

What can I say? I LOVE Taylor Swift. And the song selections are FANTASTIC. A good (more expensive) alternative would be Beatles Rockband, also for the Wii. =P

( All I want for Christmas is YOU!!! )

Happy December 1st everyone! (=

"So if you care to find me, look through the western sky, as someone told me lately, everyone deserves a chance to fly!"

I have a knack for blogging about my *personal* medical disasters. For those who know me, I am a complete klutz, but never have I hurt myself in this magnitude in the process.

So today, I decided to bring my Macbook, a thick volume of Dean Leonen's casebook, two codals and my other personal necessities, and a 1 kg file case containing my other law school paraphernalia. Out of the sheer fact that I haven't been using the shoes I got for me for my blogniversary, I decided to wear them. The heels were skinny. Like it's near stiletto, but it wasn't quite stiletto in my book. So you get the point.

After Credit class held at Room 308, and due to hunger, my superblockie Aldous told me to hurry up to go to the canteen. When we got to the last flight of stairs, it happened...

I tripped on my heel. And I shout: "Ohmigod!!! I'm falling!!"

( Celeni, you're such a klutz. )

As I aspire to be part of a profession, which according to the Dean, kills one's "literariness", I'm just going to talk about Random Thought in the Shower 39090829850938 (yes, I wish I could recap the last 6 episodes of Glee that I haven't recapped, or my day, or the fact that I saw both Hillary Clinton and Katy Perry last week, but that, that will have to wait =P).

You know how it is said that "all men are made equal?" and in the feminist point of view, they say that "that's offensive!", or on an alternative feminist point of view, "all men are made equal, women are better." Anyway, I kind of believed in the sexually sensitive adage that all men and women are made equal. I kind of thought that it was rather a zero-sum game. If for example the three criteria that makes up a human being are intellect, beauty and wealth, in my mind, the way equality is made possible is that we are all born into conditions where what we're worth as human beings is distributed among those categories. The distribution vary from person to person, but the sum total of what everyone's worth is the same. Symbolically:

Let X = person 1 and Y = person 2
Let i = intellect; b = beauty; and w = wealth

In my mind since all men and women are equal, then X = Y
X = 50i + 27b + 23w
Y = 49i + 11b + 40w
This set of equations show that Y might be slightly dumber and slightly uglier than X, but is compensated by her wealth, so simplifying

X = (50 + 25 + 25)(i + b + w)
Y = (49 + 11 + 40)(i + b + w)
X = 100 (i + b + w)
Y = 100 (i + b + w)
X = Y

I know there's some mathetmatical FLAWS, but you get my point. For the longest time, I believed that. Like, it's okay if someone's metabolism is better than mine, at least I'm smarter. It's okay if you're richer, at least I don't have to put a gunk of make-up or depend on Belo to look presentable (I say that a lot about Jinky, Dionisia, et al). But then you meet people who are better than you in EVERY friggin aspect and you just seriously doubt, is this theory true (or maybe there's some criteria I'm not seeing)? Are all men and women made equal???

Well, the thing that struck me as I was looking at my sad eyebags infront of the mirror and the countless times that I've watched Mean Girls, is that yes, all men and women are made equal. We are all put in an equal state of constant dissatisfaction. You think you'd love to be as wealthy as Bill Gates, but in the end, he's probably not satisfied that Mac has a better OS and better customer satisfaction. Natalie Portman, in all her perfection, would still look at critics who strike her down as a bad actress. And I, I'll just have to deal with my flaws by blogging that no matter how unequal human beings seem to be and that I'm probably in the losing end of the bargain, that I should think again. There's always someone worse-off than me, and sad as it may, it keeps me saner and makes me sleep better at night.