Hi! It's been more than a year since our first post on this series, but that doesn't necessarily mean that men have straightened themselves out. They're all still out there, doing stupid things.
Exes can be a sore topic in a relationship. It's a tricky thing, talking about exes. Men aren't the most sensitive people on earth, in fact, they can be stupid about things like this. Today, this will be more for the men, we'll talk about exes and what NOT to say about them.
No-no Number 1: Never, in any given situation, tell your girlfriend that your ex is better, in any way.
Girlfriend: What was your ex like? Be honest.
Boyfriend: She was pretty, probably the prettiest girlfriend I've had.
Girlfriend: Oh. (pause)
Boyfriend: I mean, until you came along! That's what I meant! No, really! I promise!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Why I Still Blog
Because of my other (happier) blog, I've been visiting this personal journal less and less frequently.
Until today, I didn't realize that it's been over a month since I last put my thoughts into writing. Perhaps it's partly the reason why I've been feeling antsy lately and have had a few weird ideas (I wanted to try pottery making, for Pete's sake).
Introspection isn't necessarily a bad thing but doing too much of it without a form of release is a vicious self-punishment. You think too much about things, you think about it later, you think about it again tomorrow, and before you know it, it's eaten you up and you're starting to pull your hair out one by one.
And this is why I still keep this blog (I still like my hair). Here, I can spew out the contents of my brain and pick at it from the outside looking in, instead of wallowing in my own thoughts by myself. This exercise keeps me grounded and (almost) sane. Which leads me to the topic that pressed me to want to spill out my guts once again.
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I'm like a goldfish. I got distracted after writing that block of text (in between work) and my earlier string of thoughts is good as gone. So instead of continuing that subject in this post, I'll end this emo post right here and have a whole new post for that other subject.
Until today, I didn't realize that it's been over a month since I last put my thoughts into writing. Perhaps it's partly the reason why I've been feeling antsy lately and have had a few weird ideas (I wanted to try pottery making, for Pete's sake).
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| I suddenly don't want to learn pottery. (photo from here) |
And this is why I still keep this blog (I still like my hair). Here, I can spew out the contents of my brain and pick at it from the outside looking in, instead of wallowing in my own thoughts by myself. This exercise keeps me grounded and (almost) sane. Which leads me to the topic that pressed me to want to spill out my guts once again.
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I'm like a goldfish. I got distracted after writing that block of text (in between work) and my earlier string of thoughts is good as gone. So instead of continuing that subject in this post, I'll end this emo post right here and have a whole new post for that other subject.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
This Valentine's Day
I received the best bouquet ever.
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| A santan bouquet. Have you heard of such a thing? |
Now you're probably wondering why a girl would be so elated to receive such a common flower as gift on the holiday that was made for girls to feel extra special while all the other girls swoon for a dozen roses? I have my reasons.
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| This bunch now sits on my bedside table |
Putting together a santan bouquet takes preparation. Santan wilts quite quickly, so timing is a key ingredient. And although common, not all colors and varieties are present in one garden. He got pots of santan in different colors weeks in advance and waited for them to bloom before arranging them in a bouquet and presenting them to me. I've never been more smitten. Like always, more than anything else, it's the effort that makes this girl's heart flutter.
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| Whoddathought this guy would have a knack for flower arranging? |
Saturday, February 26, 2011
In My Bedroom
Things to take note of for anyone who plan to sleep over:
1. I sleep on the right side of the bed, next to the sidetable where the phone, the router, the glass of water, and the scissors are (in case of a night invasion of zombies and/or aliens and/or robbers)
2. The window blinds always have to be angled upward instead of downard because I like waking up seeing the rays of sunlight on the ceiling (where my glow in the dark stars are).
3. When you feel the need to use the loo in the middle of the night when all the lights are turned off and the room is pitch black, you have to tread carefully because you never know what you might step on (like shoes or, um, deodorant).
4. You have to learn to sleep on one side of the bed because the other side is filled with gadgets, clothes, bags, eyeglasses, remote controls, and other random whathaveyous (they keep me company, I getscared lonely sleeping alone in a big bed).
and lastly,
5. While inside the premises, you are not allowed to say anything derogatory about Fall Out Boy, Bugsy the shih tzu, my cooking ability, and my boobs (my room, my world).
That is all, thank you!
1. I sleep on the right side of the bed, next to the sidetable where the phone, the router, the glass of water, and the scissors are (in case of a night invasion of zombies and/or aliens and/or robbers)
2. The window blinds always have to be angled upward instead of downard because I like waking up seeing the rays of sunlight on the ceiling (where my glow in the dark stars are).
3. When you feel the need to use the loo in the middle of the night when all the lights are turned off and the room is pitch black, you have to tread carefully because you never know what you might step on (like shoes or, um, deodorant).
4. You have to learn to sleep on one side of the bed because the other side is filled with gadgets, clothes, bags, eyeglasses, remote controls, and other random whathaveyous (they keep me company, I get
and lastly,
5. While inside the premises, you are not allowed to say anything derogatory about Fall Out Boy, Bugsy the shih tzu, my cooking ability, and my boobs (my room, my world).
That is all, thank you!
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
The King and I
Now that we're on to the fifth day of the new year, the holiday cheer has almost dissipated. There might still be some tinsel hanging around the house, scraps of Christmas ham to dispose of and a ton of holiday pictures to sort but in general, we've all gone back to the daily grind.
And although I've been back to work for a couple of days, I still find myself slipping into a holiday mood once in a while. When this happens, I fire up the browser and start clicking away, looking for fun reads I can find in random alleyways of the Intarwebz. I almost always just end up spending hours on end numbing my brain and chuckling at lolcats on sites like I Can Has Cheezburger?.
Today though, I stumbled on something that has piqued my interest. Perhaps it's because it's a topic that I've had many discussions about in the past. I find that my belief becomes stronger with each discussion I have. In fact, the more debates I participate in, the more research I do, and the more experiences I encounter, I'm more convinced that there is no such thing they call "god".
Believers of a deity, are you ready to charge at me with fire and the condoms that you so detest? Before you do so, let me finish my story.
What prompted me to write today is this guy named Bruce who recently started a project he calls The King and I. While others do a yearly project chronicling one personal picture a day, his project 365 is to read a section of the bible everyday. It's a common project for most but the good thing about this one is that the blog also encourages people to actually understand the content they read and facilitate a healthy discussion among readers, both believers and non-believers are welcome to join in.
In an attempt to understand faith a little bit more, I've decided to follow in his footsteps. Although I'm a few days late, I've downloaded the Logos Bible on the iPod and will start from there.
Devotees that I encounter (who also swear by the bible) explain everything from grand gestures to the minutest details in their life to be caused by the supreme being they believe in. That's just silly. See, I'm not a science buff, nor do the intricacies of technology particularly interest me but what I do know and believe in is that everything has an explanation (and no, it's not God).
An earthquake happens in Chile! Nope, it isn't because the Lord Almighty is angry and wants to punish his people for whatever sin it is that they committed. It happened because the rocks under the earth moved. Science explains things for you. You slipped and broke your hip! Nah, God doesn't want you to rethink your faith, it's because you're clumsy.
A few nutsos believers of the Bible say that judgment day is on May 21, 2011 and the end of the world will be on October 21, 2011 (amazing how they have exact dates, eh?). It's a little difficult to take them seriously becuase they're also saying that if they're still here after the said dates, it doesn't mean their belief is wrong, it just means that they were not "saved". I mean, come on.
It's things like this that make me skeptical of religion and faith to the point of being almost an agnostic. Despite the absurdity of some beliefs, I try to keep an open mind and take in as much information as I can. And this is why starting today until the end of the year (or the world, whichever comes first), I'll start reading the King James Bible one section at a time.
You can-
o download the iPod/iPhone version of the Logos Bible here
o read more about the 2011 end of the world here
o join discussions and prove your faith at The King and I here
And although I've been back to work for a couple of days, I still find myself slipping into a holiday mood once in a while. When this happens, I fire up the browser and start clicking away, looking for fun reads I can find in random alleyways of the Intarwebz. I almost always just end up spending hours on end numbing my brain and chuckling at lolcats on sites like I Can Has Cheezburger?.
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| ..and I find funnehs liek this. ~_~ |
Believers of a deity, are you ready to charge at me with fire and the condoms that you so detest? Before you do so, let me finish my story.
What prompted me to write today is this guy named Bruce who recently started a project he calls The King and I. While others do a yearly project chronicling one personal picture a day, his project 365 is to read a section of the bible everyday. It's a common project for most but the good thing about this one is that the blog also encourages people to actually understand the content they read and facilitate a healthy discussion among readers, both believers and non-believers are welcome to join in.
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| *sighs* |
Devotees that I encounter (who also swear by the bible) explain everything from grand gestures to the minutest details in their life to be caused by the supreme being they believe in. That's just silly. See, I'm not a science buff, nor do the intricacies of technology particularly interest me but what I do know and believe in is that everything has an explanation (and no, it's not God).
An earthquake happens in Chile! Nope, it isn't because the Lord Almighty is angry and wants to punish his people for whatever sin it is that they committed. It happened because the rocks under the earth moved. Science explains things for you. You slipped and broke your hip! Nah, God doesn't want you to rethink your faith, it's because you're clumsy.
It's things like this that make me skeptical of religion and faith to the point of being almost an agnostic. Despite the absurdity of some beliefs, I try to keep an open mind and take in as much information as I can. And this is why starting today until the end of the year (or the world, whichever comes first), I'll start reading the King James Bible one section at a time.
You can-
o download the iPod/iPhone version of the Logos Bible here
o read more about the 2011 end of the world here
o join discussions and prove your faith at The King and I here
Friday, November 19, 2010
Without Words
Dear Brandy,
It's been more than two months since you've gone on and I can't say I've moved on already. We have a new dog in the house and his name is Bugsy, he's quite the rascal but I bet you'd have liked his company. You'd have enjoyed having someone to play with that's just as hyperactive as you were. It would have been a riot.
I miss you, puppy dearest. Today I was just thinking of your last days on earth. That night, when I arrived at the clinic where you were confined, you mustered up enough energy to stand up when you saw me, wagging your little tail weakly, surprising the vet because you had not stood up willingly for them during the day.
It's been more than two months since you've gone on and I can't say I've moved on already. We have a new dog in the house and his name is Bugsy, he's quite the rascal but I bet you'd have liked his company. You'd have enjoyed having someone to play with that's just as hyperactive as you were. It would have been a riot.
I miss you, puppy dearest. Today I was just thinking of your last days on earth. That night, when I arrived at the clinic where you were confined, you mustered up enough energy to stand up when you saw me, wagging your little tail weakly, surprising the vet because you had not stood up willingly for them during the day.
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| You liked fishies! |
The people at the clinic said you stayed curled up in the corner of the cage, not paying them any mind even when they were trying to comfort you, completely ignoring the food that you used to gobble up in minutes not two days before. You were weak, the dextrose was your only lifeline. But you stood up and wagged your tail for me, silently telling me that you didn't want to be there.
I scooped you in my arms, carefully working around the needle on your small leg. We stayed in that position for a long while and I was stroking your head, your back, your little paws, whispering that you'll be better.
And then I needed to leave because they were closing, to my surprise, you pushed your weak body as hard as you could to that nook of my arm you loved burying your nose into whenever you were on my lap. Without words, you told me not to leave you in that dark cold room for the night, alone and in pain. But I did. I went home and thought leaving you there would be for the best. There were people who could monitor how you were doing in the middle of the night and call for the vet in case anything drastic happened.
And then I needed to leave because they were closing, to my surprise, you pushed your weak body as hard as you could to that nook of my arm you loved burying your nose into whenever you were on my lap. Without words, you told me not to leave you in that dark cold room for the night, alone and in pain. But I did. I went home and thought leaving you there would be for the best. There were people who could monitor how you were doing in the middle of the night and call for the vet in case anything drastic happened.
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| You had such a cheeful face :) |
You had your first seizure right before I left, in the cage. I panicked and frantically asked the vet what should be done. He calmly said that seizures would really happen because of the malfunction in your kidney. I was ignorant and didn't press on for further action because you seem to have calmed down after a while and the vet seemed sure that it was a normal reaction and we should just let it pass.
I left you there in the hopes that you would get better and that they can take care of you better than I could. I tossed and turned that night, worrying about what might happen during the dark of the night. Warning bells were clanging in my head, telling me that there was something amiss.
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| Always curious |
The next morning, I called the clinic right when they opened so I can ask about how you were. I was horrified when they told me you've been having seizures since before dawn, the intervals getting shorter with each one and the vet got in just five minutes before my call. You didn't recognize me anymore though I called out your name and looked into your glazed eyes. I had no choice but to agree to put you down because you were in much pain.
There are so many "should haves" that night. I should have rushed you to a better pet hospital with better equipment and compassionate veterinarians who might have taken a more aggressive approach to your situation the night before. Rather than you having to endure your pain in a dark room by yourself, your designated watchers just letting you have seizure after seizure without notifying anybody, it might even have been better if I just took you home and kept watch over you and hugged you tight when the pain was unbearable. I know I should have. I feel guilty and helpless every time I remember.
There are so many "should haves" that night. I should have rushed you to a better pet hospital with better equipment and compassionate veterinarians who might have taken a more aggressive approach to your situation the night before. Rather than you having to endure your pain in a dark room by yourself, your designated watchers just letting you have seizure after seizure without notifying anybody, it might even have been better if I just took you home and kept watch over you and hugged you tight when the pain was unbearable. I know I should have. I feel guilty and helpless every time I remember.
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| Missed forever |
Brandy, I'm still heartbroken that you're gone forever. I miss your happy face, inquisitive eyes and perennially wagging tail. All your life, you brought me nothing but joy; I'm sorry that because of me, you had to go painfully. You couldn't say what was hurting you then, you couldn't say what you wanted. But without words, you tried to. And in many words, although it won't bring you back, here I am telling you that I'm sorry.
Love,
Love,
Your human
Friday, October 8, 2010
I Need A Job / How To Write A Good Article
Kids, having a job isn't as fun as you think it is. Yes, you would have cash to call your own and you can spend it the way you want to. While your pupils have morphed themselves into dollar signs and all you can hear now is kaching-kaching-kaching, I'm sorry to have to break your greedy happy little bubble.
There's one thing your fantasy forgot to show your cute little brain. Honey, it won't be all about parties, booze, and all the ice cream you want. In the real world, besides the fun stuff, you would also need to spend on the boring but essential "adult" things in life like rent (boo!), electricity (boo!), and water (boo!), among many other things (bigger boo!). Sorry, guys.
In line with this, I'm looking to get Job #2. Why? I'm old and I have bills that need paying. Because Job #1 ensures that most of my day is filled up, what I'm really looking for is a sideline. One of the jobs I applied for required an entry with an article based on their given topic.
I know I'm not the best writer in town (my grammar's shitty) but I spent a good few hours putting my thoughts in writing. So for posterity's sake, here's what I spat out-
There's one thing your fantasy forgot to show your cute little brain. Honey, it won't be all about parties, booze, and all the ice cream you want. In the real world, besides the fun stuff, you would also need to spend on the boring but essential "adult" things in life like rent (boo!), electricity (boo!), and water (boo!), among many other things (bigger boo!). Sorry, guys.
In line with this, I'm looking to get Job #2. Why? I'm old and I have bills that need paying. Because Job #1 ensures that most of my day is filled up, what I'm really looking for is a sideline. One of the jobs I applied for required an entry with an article based on their given topic.
I know I'm not the best writer in town (my grammar's shitty) but I spent a good few hours putting my thoughts in writing. So for posterity's sake, here's what I spat out-
Monday, October 4, 2010
Paalala
Ito ay naisulat para sa mga taong higit pa kay Willie Revillame kung umasta. Sa mga taong kinauukulan, sana'y magsilbi itong paalala. Maari po lamang na itatak ninyo sa inyong mga lumobong ulo ang mga sumusunod na pahayag.
Una, ang pagiging bihasa sa wikang banyaga ay hindi sapat na dahilan upang inyong isipin na kayo ay nakalalamang sa iba.
Ang paggamit ng ibang lenguahe ay karagdagang kasanayan lamang na maaaring makatulong sa iyong hanapbuhay o pang araw araw na gawain. Hindi ito sapat na basehan ng kagalingan o katalinuhan.
Pangalawa, ang ganitong pagiisip ay nagpapakita ng kamangmangan.
Kung sa iyong palagay ay dapat isamba ang marunong ng salitang banyaga at liitin ang mga hindi bihasa, ikaw ay nagkakamali sa pagpili ng idolo. Kagaya ng nasabi ko sa aking unang pahayag, kailanman ay hindi ito basehan ng kagalingan.
Pangatlo, ang pangmamaliit sa kapwa sa kadahilanang hindi sya bihasa sa salitang banyaga ay ugaling dapat kasuklaman.
Marahil ay hindi tuwid ang aking pagiisip at maikli ang aking pisi sa araw na ito. Gayon pa man, ito ang aking mensahe sa lahat ng maarte, mayabang, at mapangliit sa kapwa: Nawa'y alalahanin ninyo ang tinuro ng inyong mga magulang nung kayo ay musmos pa. O kung hindi naman, sana ay isaisip na ang karunungan sa salitang banyaga ay hindi dahilan upang magmalaki. Kung hindi pa rin, sana'y kunin nalang kayo ni Lord.
Una, ang pagiging bihasa sa wikang banyaga ay hindi sapat na dahilan upang inyong isipin na kayo ay nakalalamang sa iba.
Ang paggamit ng ibang lenguahe ay karagdagang kasanayan lamang na maaaring makatulong sa iyong hanapbuhay o pang araw araw na gawain. Hindi ito sapat na basehan ng kagalingan o katalinuhan.
Pangalawa, ang ganitong pagiisip ay nagpapakita ng kamangmangan.
Kung sa iyong palagay ay dapat isamba ang marunong ng salitang banyaga at liitin ang mga hindi bihasa, ikaw ay nagkakamali sa pagpili ng idolo. Kagaya ng nasabi ko sa aking unang pahayag, kailanman ay hindi ito basehan ng kagalingan.
Pangatlo, ang pangmamaliit sa kapwa sa kadahilanang hindi sya bihasa sa salitang banyaga ay ugaling dapat kasuklaman.
Sabihin natin na ikaw ay mahilig manood ng mga palabas na banyaga kung saan ginagamit ang ibang lenguahe at sa iyong palagay ay bihasa ka na sa paggaya sa kanilang pananalita. Hindi ito sapat na dahilan upang isiping ikaw ay mas nakahihigit sa iba.
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Marahil ay hindi tuwid ang aking pagiisip at maikli ang aking pisi sa araw na ito. Gayon pa man, ito ang aking mensahe sa lahat ng maarte, mayabang, at mapangliit sa kapwa: Nawa'y alalahanin ninyo ang tinuro ng inyong mga magulang nung kayo ay musmos pa. O kung hindi naman, sana ay isaisip na ang karunungan sa salitang banyaga ay hindi dahilan upang magmalaki. Kung hindi pa rin, sana'y kunin nalang kayo ni Lord.
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