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This ain't happening! Pusangina! I think I wrecked our second DVD player! Why oh why?? Huhuhu. I do something out of the ordinary and look, everything's messed up! I'm shouting now! The last thing I watched was "You Got Served" -- I studied the dance moves to prepare for the Freedom Camp I mentioned previously. All I did was select the scenes with the routines and play them over and over, sometimes in slow motion. Now our player won't even read ANY disc. Indeed, as the Frencd proverb says, "it is disgraceful to stumble upon the same stone twice." But why? Oh why? Am I stupid or the machines just can't withstand the operations I demand? This is really agitating. The weather's hot, I have a cold, and now this? All for the Freedom Camp? Which reminds me. I need to pay the Levi's pants I bought from Ebay. Unwillingly. I fear its delivery won't make it by this week. The camp is on Sunday. Good luck to me, I'll probably borrow Ma's decade-old Levi's 501. How fortunate. And yeah, I had a bad night's sleep, with a dragon called "Rabbit" chasing me and a friggin' doll rotating its friggin' head at our old house, plus my wanting to see my grandfather again (so sad). You know what I need? Pond's Early Defense System. Pronto!

My favorite professor is in the front page of the Inquirer today!!! Gawd I miss Sir Te... Teddy teddy teddy. He handled the Leo Echegaray rape case. You can read more about his stand as a death penalty abolitionist here (and see his picture too!).

Is this for real? Levi's® is having a Freedom Camp open to anyone who is 15-25 years old and has a Levi's® jeans (which I am yet to acquire at eBay). It will be held on April 1 and 2 at Market! Market! @ The Fort. The activities are:

1. Freestyle Dancing
2. Freestyle Basketball
3. Freestyle Football
4. Zipping
5. Free Climbing

And there are competitions for the first three events with mondo cash prizes! Not to mention the cool gifts they will be giving away for the cutest in Levi's® jeans ~*wink*~. You can register at any Levi's® store. Sali na!

Oh goodie. I sprained my right ankle yesterday on the road home. Just when I thought things couldn't get any better. Yesterday I was pretty downcast, with how things at work, at home, and at my face (nasty little zits) are going, you know. But just before I went to sleep, an old friend of mine texted me. Shall I say she was "heaven-sent"? Her name is Miracle after all. She said things that made me rethink my stand against life -- I was beginning to think it was cruel. I really appreciate it Kaye, thank you.

ANNOUNCEMENT: To all office workers who are completely stressed out like me: read Cory Quirino's Inside Out article today at the Lifestyle section of the Philippine Daily Inquirer. She talks about the reasons why you feel you are dog -tired. And to know why it's good to blog, read the Pugad Baboy comics. The housewife there quotes Oprah saying that blogging is cathartic (i.e., emotonally purging).

If I were a bear, I won't be an ordinary one... I'll be a "bipolar" bear.

Too many highs and lows these past two days (you can add today, too). I hardly survived. Good thing I was with my family. I went home because it was Christina's birthday. But days with them feel like I'm the one who's celebrating. I'll take every opportunity to get a break from work and from my mother-dementor. EVERY opportunity. When I saw our somnambulist baby Chloe again, I was elated. I dearly missed her and her antics; I love everything she does, even if she asks me about my pimples, except for her habitually saying the awful word 'tanga.' When I left the doggie bag in Jollibee, I was devastated; the family dog almost didn't get dinner because of my absent-mindedness. When we played tag in Chachi's room, I screamed my head off. My cousins and I were like a cyclone confined in a 12ftx12ft area that brought disaster upon the puzzle mats-floored room; I rolled over behind Raniel and then fell over from the bed to the table with a big glass bowl -- luckily nothing got broken. When RJ asked me to solve a math problem, I was depressed; I seemed to have forgotten my multiplication. My brilliant 12-year old cousin Ciena helped me solve it later.

I should actually be home now; instead, I'm still at the office blogging. I arrived with 10 other officemates from a meeting/workshop with the boss about 45 minutes ago. It was about the CD exercises that my team made (composed of me and Joy -- what a big team huh). It turns out we didn't meet the criteria. Or met them but barely passed. Nuckin' futs.

Umibig na naman ang tarantadong puso.

What a nice slogan for a jeep eh? I encountered that five minutes ago while hurrying off to work (I took a tricycle straight to our office which costed me P18.00 so I can save five minutes of walking which would mean I can go home for Dollar's bath appointment approx. 10 minutes earlier than Ma expects). I'm in a bad trip today because Ma dabbled with my alarm clock again to wake me up. I'm wearing black today and I'm sorrowful for my yesterday's blog entry absence. I made it a point that since I've got very very light workload I must blog everyday. Yesterday I was pissed off by something not worth mentioning here that's why I missed it. I think all my life I've been an absent observer of my triumphs and follies. Now I feel I'm too old for anything. Everything's bull now. Sorry. Can't help but be in a bad trip. Okay, I'll tell you a little secret of mine. The only time I really fell in love was with Taekwondo -- not with anyone IN Taekwondo (both in Bataan and in Diliman) but WITH Taekwondo. I gave it up finally three years ago. And I've been a wreck since.

lethargy

a state of comatose torpor (as found in sleeping sickness)

inanition: weakness characterized by a lack of vitality or energy

languor: inactivity; showing an unusual lack of energy

Well, the above definition basically describes what my state is now. Must be due to the waning of the moon. Or watching the Season 5 premiere of Smallville last night (gosh, was that Buffy's Spike in the next episode?). Either way, I will be unconscious the whole day. So goodluck to my pending work.

2pm meeting with ma'am tess about teacher training. Wow, marshmallows! Two saucers filled with colorful mallows. Ma'am tess eating, apologizing for being like a kid (pertaining to her eating the mallows). Ida kept looking at mallows. Still ma'am tess forgets to offer the mallows. Colorful mallows staring back at me. Listening to meeting but looking at mallows as well. Alright! She asked. I'm the second one to take a mallow. Yes. Haha. Was it ten minutes already? I was able to wait for her to offer the mallows. Then sir metz came in and told us to give him mallows. Ida pawed the saucer away from him. Three pieces fell. They laughed. Ida pushed saucer back and nearer to sir metz. He picked one (or some, can't really remember). Ida sleepy. Ida ate again and again. Approaching the end of the meeting, ma'am tess noticed I was silent. Two last mallows na lang po e... =p

I want to do capoeira!!!

One small thing can shake me out of my shell. This noon, it was the faulty numbering of exam questions. Why the hell did those s#it escape me? Now that I've said a bad word (somehow), I feel much better. Errors have no place in my work. No place at all. Not even in my bladder. Excuse me, but I have to pee. Brb (be right back). My pee smells like oranges. That's because I ate one. But then it should smell like 'orange' without the 's.' Whatever. I've eaten one a day this whole week. And I've devoured Viol's salad for dinner the past couple of days. Healthy living, like Ate Jovi (the drummer of Matilda) used to say. No smoke, no booze. No vodka, especially. I declined an inuman session for today (tentative sked). Alcohol undoes my sanity, my wits, and all the other sense of order that I have. I just would like to say -- a tipsy world is not for me. Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away... haha kidding. Yesterday, I thought the world has changed. Its color was rosy, and there were a lot of people on the streets. I looked at my watch, it said quarter to six. Another one bites the dusk huh. I am so neurotic. I just strained my back rearranging the super OC arrangement of my documents, keeping together 10 lessons with one paper clip. Alright, gotta get back to work...

Bursting through the door (or so I imagined) was an old woman asking for money. As plain as that. I didn't hear her knock (because of my headphone that isn't exactly mine?), she just came in and told us she needed to buy her medicine. I was dumbfounded -- I was halfway through removing my headphone -- I didn't know if I should give her something or not. I pondered for about a minute, aware of the reverberations of such an act of "altruism." I gave her P20. My reason is that I have extra money, I'm proud that I can give it to her, and not because she could be my grandmother or because she's sick. I wasn't being kind... I was being egoistic. It was an act of pure selfishness, if I may add (note: this is worthy of an Ayn Rand reader, which makes me prouder).

MAY LESSON 9 KA NA?? I asked brian yesterday. He seemed shocked. So I told him, "MAYROON NA SI ALEX, ONE PAGE." I removed my headphones because I heard some jeering, such as "Huy! Kala ko nag-aaway na kayo. Easy-easy lang," then brian said, "Anlakas ng boses mo." I think everybody in the office laughed except my seatmate who is just as engrossed in listening to mp3s as I am. I laughed the hardest. Perhaps loudest, still having not modulated my voice. Hehehe. After our conversation, I was still giggling inside. That's my anecdote for the day. Ciao. Don't bother me, I'm listening to radio VH1 (Crunch). Btw, here's a link to tons of free mp3s. =)

I like the Standard fan commercial because I can relate to it. Every morning I dry my hair with an electric fan so that when I go to the grounded place called our office, I won't generate that much static and therefore my hair won't fall off (the way it did until January, before I idiotically discovered the cause of my hair loss). I like the pretty woman in the commercial, too, because she did not have super straight hair -- it was somewhat wavy when it was finally dry. This commercial was much better than the Pure Poison cologne by Dior that aired after it yesterday at the Oscar special of RPN9. The model in the Dior commercial looked like she's not seducing you but is trying to vomit. And the hiss? Is she a puma or a snake?

Dollar and I were a few steps from home when a junkie from across the street asked us about something. Well, sorry for him I didn't think he was talking to us. It was Ma who said to him, "'Wag niyong lapitan, may aso." The junkie kept talking. Dollar and I kept unnoticing. He was saying something like "Papaputol niyo ba 'yan?" So we proceeded home, wanting nothing to do with that bum; that's when I heard him say, "Sira ata ulo nito, kinakausap nang matino ayaw sumagot." Look who's talkin'.

I took a sick leave last Friday. It was the day (night) I discovered that my right wisdom tooth had emerged. Ma's comment: "No wonder you had no wisdom all these years." It was a Hahaha moment, supposedly. The thought behind it struck me just yesterday when I found I have nothing left to do -- at home and in my life. The most depraved type of human being is a man without a purpose. It says so in Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged. What have I acquired through all these years? Nothing but the capacity to hate. Hate that I cannot do more to further the ambition that I lack; hate that I've done less for myself, being the iskolar ng bayan that I am. I was so busy with my little life. So busy. Earlier, I was awaken by my cousin King in a dream -- I caught myself laughing through my nostrils. Then I remember this problem about myself. Before Ayi and I watched Brokeback Mountain last Thursday, over an untasty tuna sandwich at Subway, she told me "Mag-Beda (Law) na tayo Ida." I do not want to become a lawyer, but that's what my momma told me... that I should have been one (that I don't deserve a box of chocolates until I can afford to give her a jacuzzi). The odd thing is, I am not confused. I know what I want: to be at peace, in isolation if possible. Don't get me wrong, I don't find this world cruel. Only a bit crazy, like me (get it, sick? not all sickness is physical).