Divine ramblings

I don’t like golf

I was passing by EDSA North Ave today and I was looking at the golf course in Veteran’s. I find the game boring.

What’s the point of hitting a ball and then chasing after it? In the blistering sun? Where silence is preferred? And you play by yourself? I don’t get it.

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Joker

I really want to get one of those stickers. I’m talking about the campaign stickers of Joker Arroyo. It’s cute, funny and eye-catching. Not to mention it’s the perfect caricature of Joker Arroyo. Round face. Grimacing while talking. Buo-buo at tusok-tusok na buhok. It IS so him. (A few years ago he used the same sticket for the campaign, of course, the dragon wasn’t there yet. But I failed to obtain one sticker. Sob.)

I reaaaaaaaaaally want one! *wails*

And the radio ad? HA! I laughed out loud when I first heard the damned commercial. Pag BAD ka LAGOT ka. Hahaha.

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"Enrollment going on"

I could never trust the credibility of any school who announces their availability to accept enrollees as "enrollment going on". It doesn’t sound right. To all those languistic majors out there, is there a fault in the mentioned phrase? Or is it just me?

I mean, would you really believe your kid will learn in a school who announces such important information in an informal language?

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Sad realization

I had realized, after almost 22 years of existence, that I suck at dancing. Here I am ranting that I want to learn how to dance. Then comes oppurtunity, my PE summer class is "Social Dance" and I plain suck.

Sob. Maybe because I’m still uneasy about my partner. Or maybe I just haven’t found MY partner. Who dances to the same rhythm that I do. Or maybe I really just. plain. suck.

Yea, I agree. It’s the last one.

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Campaigns

One of the things I’m grateful for my night shift is that I don’t get to hear those stupid campaign songs. It’s not catchy. It’s annoying. It’s full of lies and the rhymes suck.

Thank God I haven’t heard enough for me to memorize one, else I’d lose precious time for sleep because I would be spending it trying to get the damned song out my head.

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Clumsy

One of the many disadvantages of being a no-boyfriend-since-birth is the lack of experience. To be honest I screw up pretty badly when it comes to rejecting someone. I mean, I cannot give them what they seek, but I wish I at least know the right words to say.

It WOULD hurt but I just hope the cut is clean like sheathing a smooth blade, not like sawing with a blunt bread knife. I’m not being arrogant here, I’m just regretting the words that I shouldn’t or should have spoken. Grrr there are things I am really ignorant of. I fail at this department ;_;

Omg, I can’t stop smiling … Why?
Hajimete Kimi to Shabetta
8th Ending Song (Naruto)

*ack Narutard?!?!?* Lol

*hajimete kimi to shabetta  kimi wa waratte kureta
hajimete kimi to shabereta  boku no kono kotoba de
        I talked to you for the first time, you smiled at me
        I was able to talk to you for the first time, with these words

boku nanka ga shaberi kaketara meiwaku ni omou ka na
sonna fuan o kakaete  yuuki o dashite mita yo
umaku shaberenai boku no fukiyou na hanashi
kimi wa mimi o sorasazu ni chanto kiite kureta yo
    Would you get annoyed if someone like me started talking to you?
    That was the anxiety I carried around with me, but I tried to get up some courage
    I’m not good at talking, and my words were clumsy
    But you gave me your full attention and listened to me

sore dake de boku wa mai agatteru no sa
fushigi na chikara ga karada o tsutsunderu kanji  ima dake sa  dakedo
*
    I’m floating, just because of that
   
I feel a mysterious power enveloping my body now, butE
   
*

kotoba wa itsudemo boku o kurushimete bakari
dakedo sukutte kureru no mo itsumo kotoba datta yo
dareka ni warawareta-tte kanawanai no sa
kimi to shabereta jijitsu ga boku ni wa tsuiteru kara
     Words give me trouble all the time
     But it’s also always words that save me
    
I don’t care if someone laughs at me
    
I have the fact that I was able to talk to you

sore dake de boku wa ukarete shimau no sa
dakedo kimi wa boku nante nantomo omottenai yo ne  setsunai yo 
dakedo … *
    I’m in a great mood, just because of that
    But you don’t think of me in any way … that hurts
    But … *

Basically sums up what happened to me recently~ *ecstatic right now~* XD

I was playing a Wii the other day (no, I don’t own one. Just played the one on display at Toy Kingdom) and it was damn addicting. The strap is wayyyyy better than the wireless controllers those fat dorks are smashing. I’d bet they couldn’t even raise their arm. And they’d probably call us Tech Support just to ask if there’s a way to change discs without getting off the couch. -_-|||

Back to topic, I was playing that baseball game on Wii and everytime I "hit" the ball, the controller vibrates. Feels like there was REALLY an impact. I think I played for half an hour. I was swinging my arm out.

Anyways, it has been two days since then and my arm is still hurting ;_;
I’m no fat dork (anymore) but it has been a while since I strained my arm like that.

Phew. Summer enrollment. Yes. No bloody vacation for me.
Got my grades for the previous sem a few days ago.
Hmmm … not bad. I was expecting a few INC’s and worse, a 5.0, but all of them are fairly high (Well … a VERRRYYYYYY significant drop from the first sem, but heck, I didn’t have a job then)

I already planned the list of subjects I have to take to get a degree. It ain’t pretty.
Basically, whatever I do, I still need at LEAST three sems to graduate. ‘At least’ means two full loads and summer.
I seeked advise from one of my professors and she gave some useful info.

I really want to graduate (slash get this thing over with slash get a master or something). And I want to learn some USEFUL stuff along the way. What really scares me is MAYBE I’m doing all of these hardshiips for nothing … U_U

9am marks the 29th hour since I woke up. Do the math and blame my screwed body clock.

I was literally sleeping while standing up in MRT, I don’t remember the "in-between" getting on and off rides, and my last ride really pissed me off.

There I was, with my ass barely having chair support, tired, body aching, with headache, sweating, damned sleepy and everyone was passing their pamasahe to me. No, not the lady next to me nor the guy in front me. It just HAD to be me.

… TANGINA. In any other given time, I will be more than willing to help others but that morning I was ready to throw those coins back at them. Well, I wish I could.

Anyways, I can sleep now. Thank God.

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On another note, I really dislike men who don’t know how to commute.

I’m not really sure what triggered that thought. It ran in my mind when I was doing everything I can to stay awake. Hmmm … mystery. O_O

Apr 11, 2007

One of our dachsunds gave birth.
6 of them. 1 of them died. So 5.

The color scheme is quite amazing. You see, we have 5 grown-ups:
2 Black and tans (M & F), 2 Dapples (M & F), and a Red (F).

And guess what the puppies’ color scheme is?
2 Black and tans (M & F), 2 Dapples (M & F), and a Red (F).
… hahahahaha. I know! Mind-boggling! x2????

Actually, here’s a history of our dogs.
Original pet (5 years) - Black and Tan (M)
Got 2 dogs (1 yr): Red (F) and Dapple (M)
So the red gave birth to 2 puppies: Black and tan (F) and Dapple (F).
… if you’re going to look at it in another way, the red gave birth to the female versions of the other two dogs. Hahahaha.

And so, we have a total of 10 dogs right now.
… oh crap.

Um … Anyone interested in buying one? Or two? Or three??

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Edited Apr 14, 2007

Sob. 5 out of 6 died. The only one alive is the Black & Tan M. ;_;
My red’s still a bit young to handle 6 puppies at once, I guess. ;_;

April 09, 2007

Araw ng Kagitingan. Also the birthday of my late grandfather.

Coincidentally, he also walked the "Death March" back in WW2, fortunately, he escaped (and lived, of course, else I wouldn’t be here XD).

Happy birthday to you lolo, wherever you are. I miss you so much :’)

I was just watching the said ceremony on TV and my lolo’s comrades, those that are still alive, and I can’t help but think that in a few years, all of them will be gone. What will become of the memories that they left behind? Will the next generation not know of their sacrifice?

On another note, I was crossing the end of Mindanao Ave the other morning when I saw a grandmother crossing the opposite way. I guess it has been ingrained in my bones (or wherever) I met her halfway, went back, and helped her cross. She smiled with gratitude and grabbed my arm for support.

Now, to those who aren’t familiar with Mindanao Ave, it’s four lanes on either side road, turn right to Novaliches, turn left to Blumentritt … with lots of cars and big-assed vehicles like trucks and buses blazing from both sides.

And there I was with this tiny, shaking, grandmother sloooooooooooooowly crossing the road.

Haha, I was kind of feeling apologetic for all those people who had to stop and stare and hope that lola would just a walk a little bit faster.

Anyways, we didn’t hear any honks. Thank God Filipinos still have some respect for the elderly. We crossed the avenue in one piece and lola, out of concern, shooed me off saying "male-late ka na ineng, ok na ko" but also smiled and thanked me and went on her way.

I was really concerned for her and I kept looking back. I didn’t ride a jeepney until she was out of sight.

Yea, I got a soft spot for old people.

Lenten season signifies different things to people.

For some, it’s the true Christmas.
For some, it’s the time for repentance.
For some, it’s the time for outings.

But for some,  who have work at night, like me, it means going to work without taking the MRT.

A few weeks before Holy Week the dreaded announcement was given. Basically says no MRT from Thursday to Sunday due to ‘maintenance’. Oh crap.

Thursday night I left home an hour early, anticipating the long travel.
I never trusted buses. Cutpurses, maniacs, perverts, robbers, name it. They’re there.

Now I’m forced to take one. Or else I will lose all my money taking a cab. (250 bucks one way. MINIMUM).

And so, at 8:30 I rode a bus.
Destination Guadalupe.
Ordinary.
Novaliches to Baclaran route.
Don Mariano.

… damn. It flew.

I wouldn’t be suprised if I look at the back of the bus and see the other passenger’s stuff flying in the air or dropped in the highway. Or even some parts of the bus for that matter. I was a bit disappointed I didn’t see any sparks. 

I prayed we won’t encounter any accidents but I was actually enjoying the thrill of the ride. I was silently laughing and nervous at the same time.

I was expecting to arrive at Guadalupe 9:45 earliest. I got there (in one piece) at 9:00pm. No shit. One end of EDSA to the other. Half an hour max.

And so I arrived at work too early. Wide awake and tossed around like a sack.
At least I came in one piece.
Although I had to rearrange some of my innards back into place.

Then I had to take the bus again in the morning.

… wee.

I find it saddening that some people choose to lower their heads and stare at the dirt in the ground when there are wayyyy better things to look at.

I mean, there are a lot of things to talk about. Good things. Happy things. Philosophical. Religious. Political …well maybe not that. Stupid things. Crazy things. Kababawan. Kalaliman.

I’m not saying that we should ignore the ugly side of life. That’s part of the whole package. But don’t you think it’s harmful, to you and to the people around you, if you let yourself be immersed and corrupted by the evils of the world?

I’m not forcing anyone to not feel what they want to feel. If they want to scheme, gossip, suspect or talk behind anyone’s back, then go. If that’s what make them ‘happy’. Whatever floats their boat.

As for me, I’m smiling. I look forward to everyday and I’m enjoying whatever events happen to me. Good or bad.

I love Yakult. Especially cold ones.

If you’re not familiar with the term (what world did you come from then?), Yakult is "a Japanese probiotic yogurt-like product made by fermenting a mixture of skimmed milk and sugar with a special strain of the bacteria Lactobacillus casei."
(from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yakult >:D)

It ‘promotes digestion’ and ‘long life’. (from fat guy from the commercial)

Well, whatever. It just tastes great to me.

My questions are. Why the hell is the serving so small?
Even the imitation Chamyto (or whatever they call it) is next to zilch.

Is there a recommended dosage of Lactobacilli? Will there be repercussions if I drink more than one bottle?

Don’t you think being aware that you ARE drinking bacteria (even if they’re good ones) dampen some your appetite?

And being lactose-intolerant that I am, why doesn’t my innards do somersaults when I drink one? O_O