A pup and her fish

I'd hate to break the streak, but I really don't have an interesting story to tell. So, in order to have an entry today, I decided to do a picture post.

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This right here is my adorable puppy, who goes by the name Brandy.

Brandy

She's actually not a puppy anymore, she's already 2 something years old, but I still like calling her Puppy. She's not too smart, so she probably thinks that's her name, because I call her that more than her actual name. Earlier this year, two of my older dogs passed away, and being the only pet in the house, she's been the spoiled little baby brat since. She gets whatever she wants now, she can poop and piss on the carpet and we'd love her all the same. (and she does abuse this benefit)

What's curious about this adult pup, is that she likes watching the fish swim. Yup, she comes out of the cage all excited, tail wagging furiously, tongue hanging out cheerfully, eyes bright and perky. Shortly after, she makes her way towards the fish. She trots happily, looking all over for her fish.




And when she finds them, she greets the goldfish with a happy chirp, and her world stops in front of the aquarium.



She stays put, her head moving from side to side, following the fish crossing the length of the aquarium. Other times, she jumps up and leans on the aquarium wall to get a closer look at the fishies. The fish seem to be enjoying the attention as well, they put on a show for her, swim from end to end repeatedly, but maybe that's because they're nervous the giant face with sharp teeth might eat them. And because I'm afraid she might be secretly plotting to kill them, I constantly remind her the fish are her brothers and sisters, and she should never attempt to eat them or even poke them (like she does cockroaches). I think she understands me well enough, she hasn't attempted anything. Yet.

After a while, she loses interest, swings her head to my direction and then seeing that I do not swim, nor am I orange, and I have a better memory, she places her attention back to the fish until comes the time that she tires of it. Which takes a pretty long while.

And that is the curious case of my puppy and her fish.

Keeping the ball rolling.

I wonder how long I can keep this up, I've never been this active in a blog since.. well, since ever.

Random thoughts of today.

Stranger.
What brings two strangers together? It's not easy to strike up a conversation with a random, you'd be hard pressed to find at least one common ground to be memorable. And we use a fallback when we can't find any, we ask about the weather. I wonder why it's used as a generic conversation starter when it's not all that interesting.

Weather.
Weird weather we're having. It's late March, I was all set to gripe about the heat and the humidity all month long. My brain has been programmed since birth, to think that this month is supposed to be all about the sun and the sand. Today though, started like your typical March summer day, the sun was high, the air was thick, and things were normal. That is, until late afternoon when the heavy rains started and kept on going until long past bedtime.

Peculiar.
I rarely hear the word peculiar these days. Actually, I don't think I've heard it being used often, ever. It's one of those words that you neglect to use, just because there are other words that mean the same thing, but are easier to the ears. It has such a nice ring to it though, that word.

Tagged.
I've set out to add tags on all my old posts, because I haven't used those before, and if I'm going to blog more than once a month, I have to try to keep things a bit more organized. I didn't realize that it would be such a chore. I've added this now to that long list of things that I do not enjoy doing. Like staring at fish eyes when they're cooked and served on a platter.

Fish.
After the freak downpour, the world suddenly smelled like fish. I'm not even kidding, it does, it really does! I used to like the way the earth smelled after the rain, now I'm seriously considerinig taking that statement back.

Plurk isn't working.

Because Plurk won't load for me in the office, I am settling on congesting the office bandwidth with YouTube, Imeem, Twitter, and LiveJournal. Also torrents.

Note: Dear reader, if you are my boss, please know that I am just kidding and I would NEVER think of hogging the bandwidth with unnecessary traffic. I have creative license, for this is my personal blog, and I regularly try (and fail) to make my stories more interesting.

On a totally unrelated topic, it smells like dilis around these parts. Yum.

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DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE YOU'RE IN A RUT?
Or that you're stuck in a place where you can't budge, no matter how hard you try, for lack of abilities and/or resources? That's how I feel now.


I want a new toy (no, not that kind, you freak),
..so I can find enhancements and widgets for it.

I want a new hobby,
..so I can focus on something other than myself and my life.

I want proper internet again,
..so I can do more online than email and chat.

I want a change of scenery,
..so I can distract myself from gloom and gray of daily life.

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I used to get annoyed at my mother for snapping at me and telling me to get off my ass every time I get lazy in the morning. Now I realize I was that affected because I know she's right.

I do have to get a move on.

This is part of my resolve to be a more active LJ user.

Some sap changed the radio station in my car to 96.3, the station that plays "the music of yesterday and today, light classics" when I wasn't looking, and I just never bothered to change it. Cruising (okay, crawling) on the wide roads of SSH on the way home, the intro to Michael Johnson's classic 80's ballad, Doors, started playing, and a lump formed unconsciously and unwillingly in my throat. It's sickeningly emo, but this is just one of those songs that make my eyes heavy enough to actually produce almost-tears and cause my lower lip to jut out to an unforced pout.

Yep, there's something about slow and sincere songs played on the piano that makes me wistful and longing. For nothing, really, the music just carries me to movie-like, cheesy sweet scenes.

DISCLAIMER: The lyrics don't mean anything at all to me. I am not pining away for anyone, nor am I this emo all the time. I swear on Snoopy's mother's grave.

Yes, I'm here.

Hooboy, it's been a while since the last time I directly poured out my own emotions on this blog. I'm not sure if I ever have, really. I mean, sure I've put up some gag-inducing emo posts, but they're usually objective, cryptic, or said in general. I'm not all that sure if I've used this blog the way it was meant to be used. You know? As a direct outlet for your innermost thoughts, a place for writing/talking to yourself or to an audience that's always willing to listen (okay, maybe not a "willing" audience exactly, but an audience who has no choice but to take in your thoughts). You know, like a.. "Dear Diary" kind of an outlet.

Let that be a warning of what the rest of this entry would be like.

A friend once told me that blogs were created so that less people will jump off from windows. That makes sense, in a way. Because here, on the internet, in your own personal blog, no one's allowed to criticize your words (well maybe random jerks might, but generally, it's your haven, it's your little world, no one's allowed to burst your bubble) and you get to be as open and as honest as you want. You can ramble on as long as you wish, about wanting to jump off from windows or whatever. Anyway, reading friends' blog posts prodded me to write one of my own tonight. It's been a while, LJ.

Because I seem to be suffering from a bad case of PMS, and have been an emotional mess lately, it's not all that surprising that I woke up crying this morning. I had a dream that felt all too real, that my tears cruised past dreamland. The dream, to me, felt like it could happen, maybe sometime soon, maybe never, who knows. Do dreams actually mean something? Or maybe they just showcase your fears and/or desires? I've never been a believer of something that cannot be explained, I don't know what to make of dreams.

I realize I'm getting vaguer and vaguer. Oh today, Norbelle said I'm a bit of a masochist (I vehemently disagree); she says this because according to her, I already know what'll hurt me, but I stubbornly do it still (what can I do, im a Taurean?). Having her as my sounding board for things that I need someone's opinion on is good for me though, she keeps me grounded, real, and less crazy than I would have been otherwise. Yea, I've been reading off people's blog archives again. And boy, it was fun and not-fun at the same time. I stopped though, after a while. Norbelle made me.

Oh, I went to Hongkong last weekend with sundaecone. It was a lot of fun exploring the city, it was my first time abroad without relatives. I didn't bring a jacket with me because I thought it would be as hot and humid as it is in Manila. It's spring there, apparently, and it was hella cold. Lesson learned: Check online weather forecast before traveling. I really should be writing more about the trip, but I'm too lazy to sort and upload the pictures, I will one of these days. This be one of my favorite shots of the trip.

sandwiched between blown-up clowns in stilts
sadly, looking like a touristy OFW

Okay, I shall end this post with a thought that is in absolutely no corelation to any of the the words written above. I have a bruise on my leg the size of an old one peso coin. Not the ones in circulation now though, a bruise of that size is teeny and not very blognoteworthy.

And I have to close this post now, as it's been open for more than an hour. Writing like this, without purpose, without a certain topic, actually feels good. Like getting a free taste of alcohol, it's a good kind of surprise, one that makes you feel warm inside. Yep, I'm still here. And I still blog, from time to time. 

 

WARNING: This post was made to deliberately confuse the reader.

Clouds and cheese

My clock currently reads 2:42am. I had a full day, work starts early tomorrow, deadlines are right around the corner, but I can't, for the life of me, fall asleep. There's even none of that light-headed feeling that usually come at this time of the day. For someone who should have slept 3 hours ago, I'm still pretty lucid. Someone told me that this hour is the best time to try and practice opening the third eye, awakening the sixth sense. But yea, I don't want to do that, and because I'm a sissy, I want to stay as far away from that idea as possible so I look for other things to busy myself with. While looking for an old email, I chanced upon an outline of a chick-lit story that I thought of a couple of years back. I wanted to word it tonight, but it seems that my brain is too muddled for that. It feels cloudy enough, now I can show more of my cheesy side.

So in the meantime, I'm posting the first scene as it is, cluttered thoughts. This is romance, my way.
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Character Introductions:

PAUL    - charming, easygoing, magnetic. mid-20s.
             - works part time at his uncle's shop. a freelance artist.
             - sparkling chocolate eyes. 

AMY     - familiar, sweet but strong. has kind but smart eyes. fair, tall, lean,
            simple and regal. mid-20s.
            - junior associate to a famous lawyer in town. is a young lawyer
              trying to make her way to the business.

RITA    - shopkeeper in the massage shop with retail beauty products.
            mid-40s lady.
            - adores Paul as her sort-of son but makes it appear she doesn't.

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SCENE 1:

      SHOP. Morning. Around 9am. Paul visits the shop.

      Three times a week, Paul checks on the shop to see how it's doing.
      Paul checks the files and makes sure that everything is in proper order.

      Shop door bell chimes, signalling someone coming in.
      Rita looks up sees it's Paul. Sighs, appears bored, continues to wipe
      the counter.

      PAUL : (starts gaily) Goodmorning Rita. It's a beautiful day, ain't it?
      RITA : (moodily) Urngh.
      PAUL : Ritaaaa, you know, smiling isn't a sin. It wouldn't kill you to
      smile once in a while. You'll look even prettier than you already are
      if you smile.

      Paul starts leafing through the shop files.
      Rita rolls her eyes but is really flattered at being called pretty.

      Shop door bell chimes again, in comes Amy.
      Paul smiles at Amy. Paul is attracted to Amy and has been looking
      for a good opportunity to ask her out.

      AMY  : Goodmorning.
      PAUL : Hi Amy. What brings you here? (surprised but glad)
      AMY  : Boss needs some more of your eye cream. She says it works
                  wonders on her eyes, even better than the designer brands.
                  (eyes twinkle with mirth)
      PAUL : But of course. (laughs) Your boss needs more than eye cream
                  though. Does she ever sleep at all?

      Paul recalls the bags under Amy's boss's sharp face

      AMY  : Four hours a night at most. (shrugs)
      PAUL : Damn. (Hands Amy a box of eye cream) Here you go, ma'am.
      AMY  : (raises one eybrow, reaching for the box) Thanks.
      PAUL : (touches Amy's hand) You look beautiful, Amy.
      AMY  : (smiles, retrieves the box) Kidder.
      PAUL : (seriously, shakes head slightly) I'm not kidding.
      AMY  : Um hey, I have to go.
      PAUL : Oh. Ok. See ya.

      Amy leaves the shop.

      ..

      RITA : Still haven't had the courage to ask her out?
      PAUL : (sadly) Nope. Can't find the right moment. You heard her, I was
                  gonna ask her for dinner tonight. But she has to go to work.
      RITA : Moment, schmoment.
      PAUL : (theatrically) You gotta wait for that perfect moment
                  when her eyes meet yours and you just know she's
                  gonna say yes. (wistful) Isn't she beautiful?
      RITA : All girls are beautiful to you, boy.
      PAUL : (solemnly) Not all, Rita, not all. Just you and Amy.
      RITA : Yea, yea.

      Rita turns her back to Paul and smiles.

      -End of scene-

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Okay now I'm sleepy and feel light-headed. Not sure how many grammatical or typographical errors I've made, but they're there somewhere, no nitpicking as of the moment. Bedtime now. :)