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Dear mouse,
IT is a waste of bandwidth when a blogger spent one whole blog to speak ill of other
people. There are a lot of topics to explore and to record for posterity about you, about the
country, about what you see and what you observed.
Blog about you, what goes on around you and how you perceive events and issues.
BLOG ABOUT YOU :
You do not have to present your resume. The people will be more interested in your
characters to which they can relate.
A. THIS IS ME according to my blogs when I started less than two years ago; half of which was just blog-blog- no links, no sitemeter and no photos.
1.I should congratulate myself. The carpet in the bedroom is still clutter free. Whoaaa.
Must be that I am not reading. The books are in the shelves. Oops, there are two under my pillows. Must be that I am on-line most of the time. . Not into chatting. Like a cigarette, this is
habit-forming. I AM BLOGGING.
2. Indeed, it is nice to have a CAT as a
friend, a friend who will simply walk away
in order to pave the way for a complete
reconciliation of friends whose relationship
suffered a crack, as to what caused it is
entirely beyond the Cat’s comprehension.
3. I cannot use a stronger word than
STUPID and I do not want to use more derogatory
word other than SH… I can blame my family’s
stickler for moral uprightness for my inability to
use an F word…There, I let it go.
4. Ako ay patron ng Art of Being Vague. Yon bang I VAGUE YOUR PARDON and your point is?
4. When I am pissed.
They say hatred is self-punishment. I am consumed by hate since last night. I punished
myself by washing the refrigerator inside-out. I scrubbed, rinse and wiped until it is
sparklingly clean. I learned a lesson today. The color of my refrigerator is WHITE and not
cream. By the way, my hatred is directed to my mouse. I was copying some posts and the
mouse just went into a shock and froze.
5. I am not religious but I do believe in God.
There is no act of lovingkindness that is too small or inconsequential. A flower picked
from the roadside and is given to a depressed friend. A thank you note for a gift that was
received in any occasion. A call to ask how is one doing when the person feels so alone.
A 100 bill from a brother while in-between jobs. A touch to an ailing person and soothing sssssh for those in pain. Yes, dear mouse, all these acts have only one message. I love you LORD.
6.My short term lapses
Now where is it ? I probably put it my coat’s pocket.? Or in my tote bag? Or in my purse ? I better call myself. Ringggggggggggggggggggggggg Got it. It is under the heap of clothes
lying around my hamper for laundry. My cell phone. Now where is that darn TV remote. These are reminders to jolt my memory that I cannot write in the post it notes. BTW, where did I put that bright chatreuse-colored post it notes ?
7. When I am on a pensive mood , I try to recall happy errrm funny moments in my life
a. Nawala pati ang mga malalaking serving spoon sa lamesa.Kinuha ng ibang guests na katulad ko ay gutom na. Lumaki sana ang kanilang bibig. Ang tao pag gutom, nawawala ang pagkasibilisado. Ako, na tagahanga ni Mc Gyver ay alam ko ang gagawin ko sa sitwasyong yaon.Kumuha ako ng tahong, kinain ko ang laman, mayroon na akong kutsara. Wala pang
limang minuto, ubos ang tahong.Wala na namang kutsara. Problema na nila yon, basta ako busog na. burppp.
b.Kindergarten class. I found my classmate’s long braided hair beautiful and a good pencil holder. She sat in front of me. The two braids can hold two pencils. Cool. Then she stood up. Her mom was picking her up early. My pencils. They’re gone.
c. . ouch
I remembered my MCGyver-mom putting cigarette to an open wound minus the wrapper to stop the bleeding. My bro used to tease me that the food I eat would come out of the wound leaving me weak and hungry all the time. I imagined myself emaciated and dying because of the small wound. I got scared. Kids…they are cute and silly …even during the fearful moments in their lives.
8. My dad
I have no photo of my dad. Somewhere in between changes of residence, the albums of the family were misplaced and never were recovered. From my mom’s description.. he looked like a movie icon, tall, dark and handsome. He got high bridged- nose and deep set eyes. In my memory, I would imagine him as the tall guy who would put me in his shoulder in order to cross a stream or to reach a fruit in a tree; a tall guy who stood in the crowd waiting
for me to appear in stage with my awkward dance costume of a duck or balancing lights in my head and my hands while dancing in the tune of Pandanggo sa Ilaw. A tall guy who would stoop to pin my first medal and the other medals to come. A tall guy who would appear in my dream to pin my medal from the battles of life that I have won. Looking back and looking forward, there are challenges and difficulties to overcome but my father left
us values that we can use to emerge victorious.
9. Mom
10. Brothers
When one of the twins got married, the other half was the best man. The groom-to-be and the best man were standing side by side at the foot of the altar when the priest walked in to start the ceremony. He gave the signal to the organist to start the march while he motioned to the not-the-groom-twin to step closer. The priest failed to see the groom-to-be-twin stooping to pick up something from the floor. Seeing the mistaken-groom-twin stubborn to move closer , the priest approached him. When he was a few inches away from the twins, the groom-to-be sprung up from his bent position. The audience laughed when the priest could not figure who was the groom-to-be. Seems like the comedy of errors. My mom said that
the twins were born in the succeeding generation. My other twin brother is still single If ever he marries and has children, there should be twins, a boy and a girl. One, I will name Denise and the other Denephew. Mwehehehe.
MY SISTER, EM. Very short name for a sister taller than I am. She had her nursing internship at the UP-PGH. She used to commute from Taft to our place in Quezon City. The moment she was seated near the driver’s seat, she always fall asleep. The driver who knew her already would wake her up telling her. Oy nandito ka na. She would reply. EM ? But frankly, she is fond of MM, not the the singer, the cute lovable round choc candies.
B. What goes on around you
1. In a beauty parlor
Gosh..this cat wished she had a masking tape. She was so incensed of the chatter-box that she closed her eyes. And boom….when she opened her eyes, she could have cried “murder” or declare war unilaterally. The bangs were cut 2 inches shorter ..making her looked like Uma Thurman in that movie Pulp Fiction with that ugly hair piece or she could be a Chinese doll except for the fact that she is not fair skinned and her eyes are bigger than those Japanese animated cartoons.
2. In the street
I saw a pigeon in the middle of the road. It won’t fly. It won’t move. It was just there.
It seems saying, kill me. It was looking at what appeared to be the remains of another pigeon
that might have been run over by a car, as to when, who knows.Only a few feathers left.
The pigeon looked like, it cannot get over the death of a friend or a lover. The grief must
be so intense that it did not bother if it too would be the victim of a hit-and-run driver.
We waited until it finally walked to the side of the street. It did not fly. It must be
thinking of coming back for the fallen friend. The fallen bird was loved; some people aren’t.
I forgot to tell you that the next morning, I saw a dead pigeon or dove on the same spot where
the first bird was. I am not sure whether it was its mate or another bird. Regardless of the
negative thoughts about pigeons as “rats with wings”, poop all over the place, noisy, dirty
and spread diseases, this CAT was gripped by a sad, sinking feeling seeing the dead bird.
I need to make a visit to that place where humans are addicted to some substance and
stuff, they call coffee. Oh, its been a while that I have not visited these people who would
chat about topics randomly as an excuse to drink coffee.
3. In the airport
… So, finally, the cat found an empty seat in the boarding gate area…more than
half and one hour of waiting to fly; it was not the ideal time to start a book with
all those people chatting endlessly; some ladies walking bent in their stiletto shoes
with heavy fake LV luggages,(haah, don’t they read tips about traveling?); children
crying and fighting with their siblings and some youths with their backpacks noisily
talking in their cell phones. One young girl tripped as she run after the father. The
father picked her up, uttered some tssk tssk and on he went to wherever he was intending
to go before the mishap. The girl was comfortably perched on his shoulder. The same girl deprived me of my sleep in the cabin.
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4.In a party
The two new mothers compared notes about “kabag”. I watched the disgusting noon-time show, amused by the two ladies dancing in the background while emcees were trying
to look cute. If not for the old woman with us, I could have change the TFC channel. But I enjoyed dancing with the one year old kid.
C. How you perceive events and issues
I can write my vague opinion about world issues but that would make other people yawn. I am ready to sleep. I may do that sometime but allow my IQ to play yoyo. I like it when it is at its lowest, I become funny and lovable.
1. Ang mga demonstrador ngayon ay hinaharap lamang ang hose. Utang na loob,kung gusto ninyong maligo, magdala kayo ng sabon.. OOOps.
2. The military is highly politicized. The men in uniform simply skip the check and
balance using the conspiratorial style of management. It is easy, especially for those who graduated from the elite military school. Camaraderie and fraternal order that were shaped and formed in the school become unwritten recruitment, selection and promotion strategies
in the military units where these leaders occupy the high echelons of the organization. They are found everywhere; in the legislative bodies, in the justice department and the executive department of the government. They can assume roles; one is the renegade, the other is a mediator and the other is the object of grievance
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