shamegleness

Answer to Norina's Ironic Blog.


I think we should form a club. SHAMEgleness (from the root words shame and single) club. I'd be willing to nominate myself as the club president, but that of course after you declined. I have so much respects of you.

I think we need to accept the reality. We're not good at everything. We're stuck at being pretty and that is just painful!

Too bad you're a girl, we could have made a pact like every bestfriends do when they're bored and that is to marry each other at the age of 40 (given if each one is still single). But no matter how hot and classy you are, you're not that lucky to change me from being straight. hihihihi.

It's a shame we're not snails, coz I heard that they can screw everyone else, no gender to worry about. I could have choose you for that matter. *Pause*. That is just disturbing!! But I'm trying to make a point here! Now, I'm jealous to snails.

I'm drunk. Sorry!

another one of those moments

I'm so hungry I could eat a person alive. And what's worse? I can do nothing to mend it. In case you don't know, I'm on a diet and it's killing me. Really, Nothing could top this. It's worse than death.

Now, I'm looking forward to go home so I can eat a whole piece of sweet ripe banana as a dinner, and that is the greatest mockery i could get by far. I couldn't think better, my mind is dull coz I'm HUNGRY. No, STARVING will suit better.

Everyone here is joggling food after food, cookies. bread. chips. And what have I got? A banana that is still in the future. Now tell me, where's the justice here?!

Unya mag sige pa ta ani?

a gay event

There's an inter-town festival competition happened in CICC (Cebu International Convention Center), and Oslob's Tuslob Festival was one of the contingents. There's 39 other competing contingents, that makes them 40 (yay, I'm good in Math). The event lasted roughly for 3 days. These includes preparation, street dancing and the showdown, the highlight of the event. My sister, who happened to be the municipal engineer in Oslob, along with some of the municipal employees, was tasked to guard the props and requested me to help. Kind that I am (aherms), so I obliged. But my story isn't about that!

We stayed in the CICC basement for two days. We practically slept and ate there. I could see that everyone's unhappy to this jaunt except the mosquitoes. Thanks to them, I'm wearing a red polka dot on my skin. All in the love of my town!

On my second night sleeping in the basement, I was awoke at 3AM. I needed to pee but there's no comfort rooms in the vicinity. Well, there were, but they were closed! Though, the bushes nearby looked inviting, but I did not take any chances, people were everywhere. So, I needed a 300-meter sprint to go to a [temporarily build] public CR at the gate. Being 50% percent of my eyes only open, I walked lazily and sleepily into the lesser crowd. That's three in the morning and the showdown ended already, so, the only people left in the area were those who were waiting for the announcement of winners, which in our case, we didn't bother to do so. We prefer sleeping. We didn't expect to win anyway.

To the governor: You know, people have bladders, so, next time you'll hold events like this, open your goddamn precious toilets!!!! so, we don't need to hide between bushes or walk a mile!

As I walked in a pack of people near a pick-up truck, I heard someone's calling my name. I ignored it at first but he called my name again, so, I went nearer to their group. I didn't wear my spectacles, so, I need to go dangerously close to the person to see his face. Anything 5 inches from me were blurry. That was awkward on so many levels. When I was an inch close to his face, I recognized him already. He was my classmate in college whom I didn't see for five years already. We exchanged hellos and greetings. After minutes of talking and looking at his face, I noticed something's different. Then, I thought "Wait, did he pluck his eyebrows? As far as my sleep deprived brain remembers, only girls do that thing - or there's a major fashion statement breakthrough that had happened during my 2-hour napping that I didn't know of?! Yeah, that must be it. Maybe for the the last two hours, fashion evolves and that boys pluck their brows, too". That's desperate and I was. Jeez, he was my friend's boyfriend way back college! Life, you never fail to surprise me! My, his brows are thinner than mine. Suddenly, all the sleepiness in my brain washed away and I totally forgot my full, angry bladder!

And the hair! Oh, it was wavy and long and I prefer to stop there! Looking at my messy woke up hair, oh, never mind!

And just a small trivia, I learned from a friend a month ago that one of my high school classmates has gone the same way. Why is everyone turned into a girl?! 

See, how can everyone's expecting me to get married?! Men that surrounds me are disintegrating from my very own eyes. Com'on, there's a shortage here! The ratio of women to men spikes up. There's a good reason polygamy was practiced in other cultures. 

This is a bad omen. I am not gonna marry.

Good heavens, all I wanted was to pee.

PS: Dear Lord, you might misunderstood me when I said in my blog before that I love gays. Coz some of the men I know sprout to being one. Please spare a handful men for me to choose from. A girl could use a straight one.

- I do love gays. I have so many gay friends. They are funny and loving and they make a good friend.

This is why I dislike people with cameras!

day 10

i am on my 10th day of this goddamn diet and is still perfectly sane, surprise, surprise! i started to dislike that word - diet. i think it shouldn't be consider being a word. i wanted to form a union and convince people to omit it from dictionary or wherever.

now, i feel like the neurons in my brains are dying already. and if anything the diet brought to change me at all, it is my judgment call. so, forgive me if i'm gonna choke someone and consider it as an expression of love. and who'll ever say that they have the toughest job in the world? haven't had tried diet. huh! this makes me think of the hungry children in africa. and watching dwight on his second round of rice is like adding insult to injury.

Lord, in my next life, could you give me dwight's metabolism. i'd kill for that.

worst is, i haven't notice shrinkage in any part of my body except my patience. my patience is so thin, i'm gonna snap by just looking at someone having a hearty meal.

yeah, i'm bitter.

my mother offered me torta (kinda cake) and it took an enermous amount of energy for me to say 'no'.

i need to stop blabbering now, before i'll broke my keyboard. coz i noticed that i pounce it harder than necessary. i must have used the poor thing as a channel for my frustration.

bookworming

Where should I start?! Yeah, books... I love them! Like in a really, really big. You know how they said that a person who reads books are boring... that is just crap! I certainly am not boring. Okey, I wont go all ballistics and paint a clown face, but thats not make me boring. i. am. not. boring.  I just like to be alone sometimes, so, I don't go out a lot. *Pause*. Okey, I'm boring. All of my friends said that to my face. But that's not the point.

The thing is, I love books. I like to sniff on it. I like the sound it produced as I turn a page. I camped in libraries at school. I had the most worn-out borrower's card during college. I had to secure another borrowers card coz the first one overflowed already.

I had this creepy habit that when I go to a person's house, the first one I'll looked for is a book shelf.

Inset: Am-am, wa pa nauli ang isa nimo ka book, heheheh. Marriage2 man to oi, di ko ka-relate :P

I finished my first book when I was nine. I was so shock of the bed scene that I brought it to school the next day and let my classmates read 'that' part. Ha! I couldn't forget the terror in their faces, too!

There are books that are so good, you don't want it to end, yet, you wanted to know how it ends. There are some that you just read coz everybody reads it. And then, there are some that you just read coz there's nothing else to read.

I love it when the book ends as what I imagined it would be. Then, I could say "I knew it" as a bright kid would be. I love it more when it ends farthest from what I thought. It's like riding a car and you didn't notice the blind curve so it took an unexpected swerve. I love authors who could surprise me.

I'll know a book is good if it wouldn't leave my hand no longer than an hour. My eyes stung, and it feels like it'll double my eyes' grade, but I gambled, coz it's too good, it'll kill me to stop!

Most of the time, I can not remember who wrote what, it just the story that stung in my head. It must be a good book when I remembered the author of it, scan his works on the next time I wander a library or a bookstore.

With 9 of his books, I think John Grisham holds the record of the most books I had read. Then Nicholas Sparks came a close second.

If you'll ask me what my favorite book is, I'd say, it's The Firm, I guess... or Da Vinci Code... I remember, it's A Walk To Remeber... no no no, A Little Princess is better... or maybe A Girl in Amber... And the list won't stop! Truth is, I couldn't put it in order. They are good in their own ways.

So, I'll just tell you some of the books that I couldn't forget.

There's this novel that I read when I was 14, it's about slavery, it took place when slavery was still a hit business in America. It's too gory that I could almost taste the bloods pictured in the story. It's the first time my eyes were opened on what people could do for money. The harshness of it was too much for my young brain to bare that I couldn't sleep for days and I couldn't read another book for weeks. I can't remember the title and the author of the novel (told ya!) and at that time I did not consider it as a good book. The violence and the inhuman portrayed in it, made it my least favorite. But thinking now, story-wise, that's the book that I considered the most... NOVEL! Though, it's fictional, but it mirrors similar stories that had happened sometime ago and just by the thought of it, makes me sick to my stomach. (note: I'll post the title and author of the book ASAP)

My Sweet Audrina by VC Andrews. This is one of the most disturbed stories I've ever read. The plot was very dark and I couldn't recall a happy passage of the book. It's a story about a girl, Audrina, who claims she is seven years old, although it is later revealed that her memory is unreliable and that she is 2 years older that she thought she is. She lives in virtual isolation, her only real contact with the outside world being her older cousin, Vera. She is frequently confused about the exact passage of time, leading Vera to mock her for being insane. She has a 2-year-older sister with the same name and birthday as her's, who was gang-raped and died. The First and Best Audrina, as everyone in the house said. Later on, when Audrina is old and already married, her father relents, confessing that the First and Best Audrina never existed. It was Audrina herself who was gang-raped in the woods. Because her father had always told her that she was pure and good, unlike the evil and dirty Vera, the rape left her so traumatized that she attempted suicide. In an attempt to save Audrina from herself, her father subjected her to electro-convulsive therapy, trying to erase the memory of the rape. - from wikipedia

A Time To Kill by John Grisham. It's a story of a 10-year-old black girl who was viciously raped and beaten by two white racist. Her father then murdered the two rapist out of great anger. He was put unto trial and after a lengthy deliberations during which a massive pro-acquittal demonstration is held, the jury acquits him by reason of temporary insanity. This is the first time I heard of Klu Klux Klan organization. Racism is no joke! I can't help but to take side of the father, coz if I was in his shoes, I'll do the same.

The Long Road Home. A story of a priest and nun's forbidden love. Much said.

Johanna Lindsay's and Julie Garwood's books. They are my BFF's favorite's. Norin introduced it to me and I became obsessed with them since on. I could still remember the first book she made me read. Castles by J. Garwood. The book opens at year 1819 and I almost positive that a grunt escaped from my mouth out of desdain. This is a romance book and I'm sure that somewhere in the yellowish pages, will happen in which the hero will kiss his lady. It's not the kiss that I contempt. I'm all for the kissing. It's just that mouthwash and toothpaste wasn't invented at that time. That's my problem. Colgate was commercialized no sooner that 20th century (I think). So, you see, kissing with all the bacteria, it's not that romantic... not at all... unhealthy, even. But, what I like about their books is the setting of the story. It's about cowboys and cowgirls, princes and princesses, saloons and taverns, castles and ranches. It's when pirates and piracy were still at seas and not about selling dvds. It's refreshing... Learning about the ways and tradition in earlier centuries. It's informative, even.

The latest book I finished: Harry Potter 3 - The Prisoner of Azkaban

Currently Reading: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

I know, I know, I'm a little behind, I'm just too proud to admit that I like fantasy books, too. It's childish but heck! And it's true, JK Rowling is genius.

Now, excuse me, while I have some Hogwart's spell to cast. Oh! Ron, why you always make me swoon. I love you more and more, if that even possible.

diet minus t

today my diet starts officially. this would be my... i don't know, 1232764328479579387th attempt, i guess?.

i had tried all kinds of diet techniques. all-protein diet, 6 to 6 (no eating after 6 in the evening til 6 in the morning), fibery diet. they didn't work. or maybe i stopped too soon before it even works. some diet lasts longer that i thought and some ended before i even started.

i don't know which is harder; watching what i eat or what my seat-mate eat.

i need to eat a lot of fruits, so, i bought bananas with dwight. turns out, it's not as good an idea as what i thought. coz we ended up buying banana cues - it was covered with sugar and was deep fried. dear lord, why do everything synonymous to delicious are sugary and fatty. *sigh* this is forgivable right? that should be okay, or else, my diet ended less done 24 hours.

so, other than that, i think, i past the test today... okey, minus the coke that am2 offered this afternoon.

am, you're not helping!!

i'm just... you know... being nice to her. after all, "to refuse an offer is an insult", right? (palusot)

so, today i promised to myself (as i always did) that i will take this diet very seriously. and i hope (i think you, too) that this will last longer than it'll take for me to finish and post this blog. because, looking at my sisters eating those corned beef with egg is slowly tearing every damn part of my being and i need to physically restrain myself to not take a spoonful of those sinful thing. man, i'm heartbroken and it's not even about men!!

it's my first day and it feels like forever. so, self control, i badly need you now, don't let me down.

now, i'm gonna sleep, food deprived. oh, wait! tomorrow, the pack is planning to dine out in "siomai sa tisa". it's.gonna.be.a.looooooooooong.night! and for sure, you already know what i'll be dreaming tonight! yeah, that's it! don't get me started...

ps: to those who ask. i'm not doing this to look good. i'm doing this to be healthy... that's all... okay i'm doing this to look good. like blake lively-look good. that's too much but i'm trying here. beside this diet thing might end before the day ends. coz, seriously, those corned beef in front of me couldn't look more tastier! oh, this is torture!!

i don't have any intention to post this publicly, not at the moment at least, but heck, i'm hungry!! hunger can make me do awful things!