It's my Mom's birthday. I think that alone could make my 12th day super duper extra special with cheese on top. :)
But no. This Friday is Freakin' Fracking Fried Day.
Fried because yes, I'm still a walking zombie being awake for 47 hours now, thanks to coffee, soda, Explode, and Sting energy drinks. Never a healthy thing to do. The real question is why did I do it? I didn't just keep myself from sleeping for nothing. I had to finish tasks for Project Management (there were a lot), prepare for the system training and actually conduct it, attend our PolSci meeting, and finish our History project. Oh, I have to attend the forum of the candidates for the presidency. Believe it or not, I didn't have the time to change my corporate attire. I was walking around school doing stuff the whole time.
That's enough drama for me.
Hello, 47 hours.
MORAL: Zombieeeeee mode sucks.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Stagnant Water Breeds Dengue-Carrying Mosquitoes
Don't piss off someone who hasn't slept for nearly 48 hours. Why? 'Cause this someone won't understand what you're saying so the pissing-off attempt will not work. (Fail.)
I don't know how to react (yet) to the forum a while ago. (Maybe after sleeping I could react.) The debate, the questions, the platforms, the answers, the nonsense response, the witty replies, the ho-hum questions, the cutthroat questions, the annoying people, the change in venue, the cool temperature, the sleepless nights, the tripod and camera, and the really intelligent officers.
I use sarcasm not to get my point across, but to express myself and get myself to say things I want to say without hurting/offending people who don't get it. I find solace in sarcasm and well, it has been a part of me since I don't know when. It's like a scapegoat, for personal purposes, like I use it to say what I want to say and get the feeling off my pericardium. If you don't get it, I don't care. Sometimes not caring is fun.
If I want to tell you something, I'll start with either "No joke, (your name), (insert comment)," or "Seriously, (insert comment)," or "Honestly... (insert comment)."
Why didn't I ask questions a while ago? I shared my questions with the Ad Hoc already, but dang it, I spaced out! I mean, sleeplessness won't make you a beach. It'll make you a freaky walking zombie!!! I think I was just smiling or something the whole time. If you probably asked money from me, I'll give you some.
MORAL: Don't step on others to keep yourself on top. 'Cause what happens is that you're still on the same level, and you just made things worse for you.
Also, don't try keeping yourself awake for days.
I don't know how to react (yet) to the forum a while ago. (Maybe after sleeping I could react.) The debate, the questions, the platforms, the answers, the nonsense response, the witty replies, the ho-hum questions, the cutthroat questions, the annoying people, the change in venue, the cool temperature, the sleepless nights, the tripod and camera, and the really intelligent officers.
I use sarcasm not to get my point across, but to express myself and get myself to say things I want to say without hurting/offending people who don't get it. I find solace in sarcasm and well, it has been a part of me since I don't know when. It's like a scapegoat, for personal purposes, like I use it to say what I want to say and get the feeling off my pericardium. If you don't get it, I don't care. Sometimes not caring is fun.
If I want to tell you something, I'll start with either "No joke, (your name), (insert comment)," or "Seriously, (insert comment)," or "Honestly... (insert comment)."
Why didn't I ask questions a while ago? I shared my questions with the Ad Hoc already, but dang it, I spaced out! I mean, sleeplessness won't make you a beach. It'll make you a freaky walking zombie!!! I think I was just smiling or something the whole time. If you probably asked money from me, I'll give you some.
MORAL: Don't step on others to keep yourself on top. 'Cause what happens is that you're still on the same level, and you just made things worse for you.
Also, don't try keeping yourself awake for days.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
On the 11th Day of February
Title: Of Dusks and Dawns
Last night, I was really feeling sleepy after the trip to the supermarket and I retreated to the comforts of mortals. I decided to sleep first then wake up after a few hours to pull not an all-nighter, but an...all-day-er? Bah.
We will never sleep, 'cause sleep is for the weak. And we will never rest, 'til we're all fucking dead.
- Bring Me the Horizon's "Diamonds are Forever"
So my mom woke me up and gave me coffee, biscuits, and the never-ending pesto cheese bread. Not bad. I met the dawn and all of the people starting to go online really early in the morning. People like Lau and DJ are diamonds for me. I can't wake-up in the morning (when the temperature is still conducive to drooling). At 6am, we got news that my uncle (my mom's cousin) died of asthma attack.
It's Theology131 or the Theology of Marriage, Family Life, and Human Sexuality in a Catholic Perspective season again. There are a lot of groups doing projects about homosexuality, masturbation, pornography, and the likes. I got the "I know the TRUTH about Homosexual Activity, DO YOU?" pin while Francine got a pamphlet and CD about masturbation (HAHAHAHA!!!). So of course, we were curious what's inside the CD. Guess what: a program that when installed, blocks certain sites like anti-pornographic sites. Suitable for parents who want to block the family computer from "adult sites" so that their children won't be buying Trojans and Trusts for some time.
The real mumbo jumbo? BELLY FOUND MY EARPHONES ALREADY!!! I miss you, blue Philips earphones! Where was it found? At the bar. -_- My earphones want to be drunk on a weekday.
MORAL: If it's really there, it's really there. Patience is a virtue. Life is too short to do the things you don't want to do.
On the 10th Day of February
I am surprised people actually read this blog. I thought someone just kept on refreshing the page to get the counter up. Haha!
Title: The Fortune
10th day of February didn't disappoint!
The Fort fail moment. I was supposed to go the Fort for some firsthand experience of how to flunk an interview. So there. One hour and thirty minutes before the interview schedule and I was still contemplating on whether to push through with it or not. Turns out my no regrets policy won and I decided to go. Didn't realize that The Fort is just near our place. I mean, considering the accident, ergo traffic, along C5, we were able to make it even if we left late. It's just like going to Ateneo plus 15 minutes. Not bad. The Fort doesn't disappoint.
3 meetings scheduled in a span of one hour and thirty minutes. History, Ad Hoc, and Smart. Eyelove.
Still no signs of the whereabouts of my earphones. Please, please, come back. I don't want to buy a new one because if it ain't broke, why buy again?
First time I ate alone. Well, just in a foodcourt so for me it can't really be alone-alone. It's...alone-many? I am still waiting for the restaurant, "Table for one," moment. Haven't done that yet.
MORAL: All those sleepless nights will come back to you. One cannot be superhuman for so long. Unless you take drugs. Well, it will come back to you as well. Lose-Lose situation.
Title: The Fortune
10th day of February didn't disappoint!
The Fort fail moment. I was supposed to go the Fort for some firsthand experience of how to flunk an interview. So there. One hour and thirty minutes before the interview schedule and I was still contemplating on whether to push through with it or not. Turns out my no regrets policy won and I decided to go. Didn't realize that The Fort is just near our place. I mean, considering the accident, ergo traffic, along C5, we were able to make it even if we left late. It's just like going to Ateneo plus 15 minutes. Not bad. The Fort doesn't disappoint.
3 meetings scheduled in a span of one hour and thirty minutes. History, Ad Hoc, and Smart. Eyelove.
Still no signs of the whereabouts of my earphones. Please, please, come back. I don't want to buy a new one because if it ain't broke, why buy again?
First time I ate alone. Well, just in a foodcourt so for me it can't really be alone-alone. It's...alone-many? I am still waiting for the restaurant, "Table for one," moment. Haven't done that yet.
MORAL: All those sleepless nights will come back to you. One cannot be superhuman for so long. Unless you take drugs. Well, it will come back to you as well. Lose-Lose situation.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
On the 9th Day of February
Title: Appanana
The day started not really as I intended or wished it would be because I woke up at 8am. I have a 9am class and the regular lack of sleep as well as energy drinks and coffee galore are haunting me now. Power naps are not working (nooooo!) and I can't seem to hear my phone alarm anymore. My sister used to be my personal alarm because she's a light sleeper and once she hears the loud upbeat music blaring, she'll get annoyed and start kicking me or hitting me to wake me up. Uhmm, honestly, my sister doesn't wake me up in those ways mentioned. She just nudges me with matching, "hoy ang ingay mo" goodmornings. Eyelove.
Nonsense talking, noise pollution, annoying chatter, all these are now passing through my eardrums and I have no power to block them off. My blue Philips earphones, come back to mama! I just placed my iPod to its dock for charging purposes but then when I was looking for you yesterday, OH NO. I smell trouble. Baby come baaaaaack!
I was kind of nervous as how the day will go because I don't have anything in mind for my ninth day of February. I still managed to go to school and found my Political Science class engaging in a mock impeachment case for the president. The most demanding person called me and the first greeting I told this person, "SINO 'TO?!" in an annoyed tone because this person was calling me while I was in class.
"Hi, are you free right now?"
"Uhm, actually, no. I am in class and just went out to take the call."
"Oh, it's okay. This will just take a few minutes." --> WIN. I was PWNED.
Anyway, the thing here is that I found out I have 2 gay classmates in my last class every Tuesdays and Thursdays. And my world went crumbling down like an avalanche. Tie me in the middle of the LRT tracks! Life is not worth it! To (at least try to) turn the bad news around, my BPR classmates and I ate in Banapple while Joppet is still comparing his envisioned Appanana to Banapple - from chairs, tables, waiting line, Internet, etc.
MORAL: The power of attraction. If you're not creative enough, Banapple is Banana + Apple. And then Appanana (watch out for this baby) is Apple + Banana. I KNOW. We're genius!
The day started not really as I intended or wished it would be because I woke up at 8am. I have a 9am class and the regular lack of sleep as well as energy drinks and coffee galore are haunting me now. Power naps are not working (nooooo!) and I can't seem to hear my phone alarm anymore. My sister used to be my personal alarm because she's a light sleeper and once she hears the loud upbeat music blaring, she'll get annoyed and start kicking me or hitting me to wake me up. Uhmm, honestly, my sister doesn't wake me up in those ways mentioned. She just nudges me with matching, "hoy ang ingay mo" goodmornings. Eyelove.
Nonsense talking, noise pollution, annoying chatter, all these are now passing through my eardrums and I have no power to block them off. My blue Philips earphones, come back to mama! I just placed my iPod to its dock for charging purposes but then when I was looking for you yesterday, OH NO. I smell trouble. Baby come baaaaaack!
I was kind of nervous as how the day will go because I don't have anything in mind for my ninth day of February. I still managed to go to school and found my Political Science class engaging in a mock impeachment case for the president. The most demanding person called me and the first greeting I told this person, "SINO 'TO?!" in an annoyed tone because this person was calling me while I was in class.
"Hi, are you free right now?"
"Uhm, actually, no. I am in class and just went out to take the call."
"Oh, it's okay. This will just take a few minutes." --> WIN. I was PWNED.
Anyway, the thing here is that I found out I have 2 gay classmates in my last class every Tuesdays and Thursdays. And my world went crumbling down like an avalanche. Tie me in the middle of the LRT tracks! Life is not worth it! To (at least try to) turn the bad news around, my BPR classmates and I ate in Banapple while Joppet is still comparing his envisioned Appanana to Banapple - from chairs, tables, waiting line, Internet, etc.
MORAL: The power of attraction. If you're not creative enough, Banapple is Banana + Apple. And then Appanana (watch out for this baby) is Apple + Banana. I KNOW. We're genius!
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Right to Nothing
I have mine, you have yours. This is not like formulating a roster for a Fantasy Draft. This is in some ways deciding on what's going to happen to over 300 people in the next few years. I will pray for enlightenment.
MORAL: Finding someone who measures up to you helps you grow. If you don't acknowledge that presence, I'm sorry, you're stuck in your own perfect world. If it works for you, good. Other than that, some walls keep you in instead of keeping people outside.
MORAL: Finding someone who measures up to you helps you grow. If you don't acknowledge that presence, I'm sorry, you're stuck in your own perfect world. If it works for you, good. Other than that, some walls keep you in instead of keeping people outside.
Monday, February 08, 2010
On the 8th Day of February
Title: Defensive Pose
A ten-point quiz for two articles that are worth reading for a couple of hours. 5 points dedicated for identification while the other 5 for true/false. Crazy shoot day. I'm still suffering from really sore arms and legs, and was prompted to go to the 3rd floor of the MVP Center to finish the presentation with Mr. Broad Strokes of Blue and then go down again to go to the other building to take my History quiz. So after going down from the 3rd floor of MVP, I have to traverse to the other building and go up the 3rd floor once again. I grimaced at every step and I walked like I just had been circumcised. And yes, I was wearing corporate attire all the time. Makes life interesting, eh?
BOOBOO MOMENT STARTS BUT DOESN'T END HERE:
I saw Fatima holding a reviewer for one of the articles we need study. I was surprised she typed one so I kept on teasing her "Nerd! Pa-reviewer-reviewer ka pa diyan!" and made a lot of fuzz about it. To cut the humiliating story short, the reviewer wasn't hers, it was from her seatmate. SO THERE. I even thought her seatmate looked cute. :( Oh well, now the only cute someone I can look at is our dog.
So, after the quiz, I finally studied the slides for the presentation/defense. Last defense for the organization. Went well for me, I mean, I didn't suck-up and felt nauseated though I don't agree with all that they recommended. Hello. What if I apply as an OSA Professional? Ho-hum. Haha. We didn't start as scheduled so the result? I missed my Philosophy class again. I hate it when I miss that class because Philo gives the most "ohh" and "hmm" moments in my life. Frak.
Then again, a lot of politics and issues are still arising for the organization. Radical minds, stick to your decisions.
MORAL: Sometimes, it isn't as easy as 1, 2, 3. And yes, there are annoying female dogs everywhere. Things do not always go your way. Another is that LRT-2 terminals are not differently-abled friendly. I mean, it was really tough going up and down the stairs!
A ten-point quiz for two articles that are worth reading for a couple of hours. 5 points dedicated for identification while the other 5 for true/false. Crazy shoot day. I'm still suffering from really sore arms and legs, and was prompted to go to the 3rd floor of the MVP Center to finish the presentation with Mr. Broad Strokes of Blue and then go down again to go to the other building to take my History quiz. So after going down from the 3rd floor of MVP, I have to traverse to the other building and go up the 3rd floor once again. I grimaced at every step and I walked like I just had been circumcised. And yes, I was wearing corporate attire all the time. Makes life interesting, eh?
BOOBOO MOMENT STARTS BUT DOESN'T END HERE:
I saw Fatima holding a reviewer for one of the articles we need study. I was surprised she typed one so I kept on teasing her "Nerd! Pa-reviewer-reviewer ka pa diyan!" and made a lot of fuzz about it. To cut the humiliating story short, the reviewer wasn't hers, it was from her seatmate. SO THERE. I even thought her seatmate looked cute. :( Oh well, now the only cute someone I can look at is our dog.
So, after the quiz, I finally studied the slides for the presentation/defense. Last defense for the organization. Went well for me, I mean, I didn't suck-up and felt nauseated though I don't agree with all that they recommended. Hello. What if I apply as an OSA Professional? Ho-hum. Haha. We didn't start as scheduled so the result? I missed my Philosophy class again. I hate it when I miss that class because Philo gives the most "ohh" and "hmm" moments in my life. Frak.
Then again, a lot of politics and issues are still arising for the organization. Radical minds, stick to your decisions.
MORAL: Sometimes, it isn't as easy as 1, 2, 3. And yes, there are annoying female dogs everywhere. Things do not always go your way. Another is that LRT-2 terminals are not differently-abled friendly. I mean, it was really tough going up and down the stairs!
Devaluing the Presidents from History
What you're going to read is a result of reading Philippine History from authors that are Nationalist Historians and/or critiques of the olden times which is better known as history.
I used to think that Emilio Aguinaldo was the worst president, I was wrong. Now I think thinking of that was simply ridiculous. Or maybe because he was given enough air time that's why he got the most darts targeted to his name.
Manuel Quezon, took a lot of effort to put the limelight to himself just so Filipinos can vote for him. I mean, he just changed the Hare-Hawes-Cutting Act to Tydings-McDuffie Law. Difference? Just 10% excluding the name. Intense politicker 1.
Manuel Roxas, another intense politicker, wowed the Filipino people with his oratorical skills. Charisma is such a killer. He made the people believe they could get their pre-war money again, even though the country doesn't really have anything left (which Sergio Osmena honestly told). Sorry Serg, apparently this country doesn't like honest people. So whom to vote? Yes, the eloquent Manuel Roxas who died after delivering an allegiance speech in the United States. Karma's such a b....each.
Carlos P. Garcia was the bombshell because of his Filipino First Policy and the whole Central Bank toughness. Then came the eee-deee-yot whose name's Diosdado Macapagal who dreamed about free enterprise and claimed it would be best for our country. The wacko's backed up by the US government and the influence was just too much. Hello decontrol program! Hello, inflation! Hello, burning pit of debt! It's obvious that USA wanted us to remain an agricultural country so that they could exploit us. Poor third world countries, becoming poorer and hungrier as ever.
Hi, Marcos, would I even start with you? First, you didn't reverse the evil freaky decontrol program. Though you signed the Magna Carta and won again because of it, still.
MORAL: Let's devalue the peso! Kiss American feet (or some other 3-letter body part), and corrupt ourselves with our countrymen's money! Hoorah! The future is bright for our country! It shines so bright my eyes are hurting now.
On the 7th Day of February
Title: Muscular OrgasmI pushed my body again yesterday so here with a few scratches and a super sore body. I love muscle pain I don't know why. I can't sit or stand or do anything without having to squint or pull a grimaced face. Still, I don't like taking paracetamol or other pain-relievers just because I somehow enjoy muscle pain. (Note: My mom likes it, too. Really mild masochism - for physical pain only.) And yes, it's still really difficult to move around.
Then today's my dad's birthday so we had visitors over. Hello, cousins! And then my first real full body massage. My mom scheduled it for me a few days back so it was perfect timing.
MORAL: Everyday is a new learning experience.
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