48--- should i celebrate or what?

i woke up this morning to find out that my body is aching so badly. i must have really played hard badminton yesterday. i guess this is what happens if you don't get to move your muscles constantly. what do you expect from a programmer? we only move our fingers and out brains... move brain... move...






anyway, today is a sunday and good individuals like me (yup i'm good, no need to comment on that) celebrate mass (yes that's celebrate according to the priest long ago). and we were late so we have no place to sit. this is not unusual though since we always get late and most of the time it is my fault... yeah i am slow... yeah... i have many things to do ok.




during the communion we followed the queue patiently. there were only few people in front of us so it really wasn't that long a wait. now, two women started to make another queue beside us. now there are three lines. why can't they just fall in line? why do they have to make their own line? this really pissed me. why are they in a hurry? all of us will eat the host so why should they come up in front as if the hosts are not enough? gosh this really sucks... why are there people who doesn't follow simple common sense rules? if there is a queue, its common sense to fall in line at its tail. isn't that obvious enough?




things came into my head. if this happens in front of god, more so when its outside? these people are the murmurers of the society. all they do is complain but they themselves are not doing their part. if simple rules like this is easily broken, then more so are laws. i just can't imagine what is so important in having the host before others... why can't they just line up? they are really creating a fuss... the nerve of those women. they look educated enough but they certainly don't have discipline. it would have been better if they inserted and somewhat people on the line gave way to them but no they didn't... they made a separate queue...




let us be disciplined ok.... they surely took the road less traveled (referring to the poem) but that road leads down to hell.... rot in hell and never come back... (what a reaction.)








ps: i watched uaap cheerdance and hurray to the up pep squad for bringing home the bacon... i will surely take a bite... wahahahha...






ps2: i just realized that it has been a year since i started blogging... and the first of which was in friendster... hurray to friendster...

47---- the new office

yup you read it right; im on a different office now which is far away from home... im still on the same company but on a different office... with a twist of fate, i was transferred south... gosh... i live up north and im working south... it would have been better if south office was located somewhere where civilization is sprouting... over here, there is no food... there is no canteen nor a bakery nor a cafe to eat to.... no bank nor atm to withdraw money from... there is no vending machine... there is no easy access to transportation...


i just had a deja vu...


its 15 minutes to 5 and still im lazy...

clueless.... (46)

as the title suggests, i'm so clueless today... i don't know what to
do... i don't even know if i should be doing something... all my
teammates are busy with our project, but i am not... it's as if i have
no deadline to meet... i don't even know when our deadline is. it's as
if i was left behind, like i blended well with the surrounding to the
point that they can't see me any longer... as the days pass, i feel
like I'm taken for granted... i know i should not be feeling this way
but i am... i know that i should be happy to be given a breather but i
am not... it would have been better if i have a new movie in my pc but
i don't. i don't want to surf the internet. i need a human being to
talk with. i need to open my mouth and communicate. but in this
stressful environment, no one likes to talk... i want to talk guys...
talk nonsense with me... i want to exercise my mouth... oh God help...
i need to be busy doing something... i don't want to die of boredom.
this silence is killing me.


(same as the one i posted in multiply.... this only shows how bored i am... i can't even make another one for friendster....)





(note 2: change of color for a comments sake... wahihihihi)

45------health is wealth

Friday night was the start of it all... i drank a Laxative (foods, compounds, or drugs taken to induce bowel movements, most often taken to treat constipation.) because of obvious reasons...

Saturday came the result... was very happy at 5am because of the relief it gave me... i went out with a friend and the unexpected happened twice... though it was unexpected, i was prepared... and i has happy it happened...

Sunday came and everything was normal... bought a gallon of ice cream for my dad (happy father's day papa).. we were only 4 in the family so i ate the least of two mugs... that's way too much i know but its good to indulge sometimes... and then came the pain. the joy was short lived... i slept thinking it was indigestion....

it's Monday and I'm back to work... the pain was still there and this time it was more pronounced... i felt so bloated and ready to burst... and i was so anxious because the pain was on my right side... i researched on appendicitis in the web, wishing it isn't what I'm having... as i skipped through, i continued to tell myself that it must not be... but the pain continued and my work suffered... it's really hard to think and feel pain at the same time... my work just gave me more stress...

i decided to have a medical check-up when i went out at 7pm... I'm glad that my doc has consultations at night (convenient for the working populace)... i was #17 and the first on the queue just came in... i was hurting and the line was slow... two hours passed and still i was waiting... i decided to have dinner and just thought of an excuse when i come back and my number passed... but when i came back, still i was waiting; the number in was 13... finally its 14... two more and it will be me... but the phone rang and the doctor answered it... minutes passed and she was still on the phone... deep inside, i kept cursing--thinking of ways on how to make her put down that god damn phone... after 25 minutes, the phone was down... and after 40 minutes more of the excruciating pain, it's finally my turn...

i told the doctor of my pain and she too had a thought that this might be appendicitis.. i told her everything and she said that this can also be because of the laxative. upon hearing this, i was thankful... she gave me medicine and suggested a natural and safer laxative, prune juice....

and now everything is normal...thank god everything is fine...

melodrama........44

They say that Filipinos love dramas. I have no idea how they
were able to come up with it. But now I just realized that yes, maybe they do:
maybe we do.

I am not fond of dramatic movies. In fact, I would rather watch comedies and
horrors rather than drama. I just can’t stand the drama. But as I was watching
a non-dramatic TV show (WOWOWEE) today, I just cant believe how affected I was.

The show was held in Reno and Filipinos in America gathered and filled the
stadium. There was a part in the episode where they showed their past
contestants as a tribute to all tfc subscribers who helped the show. It was
also an appreciation of the Filipino spirit who always smiles even in the midst
of a storm. It started with clips of past winners who jumped with joy, filled
with laughter, then of clips with little tears but still smiled after it all. There
was a man who got reunited with his mom after having no contact for decades,
there was woman who expressed her love for her husband after decades of staying
silent. Then there was a taho vendor who vowed to continue his studies now that
he has won an amount. All of them had tears in their eyes. Now as the clips
rolled, I became emotional. Tears started to form.

Then there was a boy who expressed his gratitude to his dad for raising him and
said that even though they were poor, he is still thankful for everything. By
this time, I was now rubbing tears from my eyes. I just can’t take it
anymore. I'm not really the emotional type but I have soft spots for real life
people telling their stories of guilt, affection and appreciation.

Then there was a disabled child (sorry for the term) who even with his ailments
has always stayed cheerful. He sang "hawak kamay" with all his heart
even though he could hardly open his mouth and pronounce the lyrics. It was
just an inspiration. His mom tried to hide her tears and you can see that they
were happy but wished that it could be better. More and more tears are now
forming in my eyes watching that scene. I was smiling the whole time but my
heart was torn and inspired at the same time.

I have no idea why every time I watch scenes like this, this always happens. I
can always think of how miserable their life is; easily gladdened by things I
usually took for granted. It always reminds me of how lucky I am, that I shouldn’t
even be complaining because I have what others don’t. If only my life would be
simpler then I guess I would have appreciated more things. From the stories of
these real people, I would appreciate the beauty of my life. Hopefully, I can
start making this world a better place to live in as well.

Melodramas....