This you gotta watch

This week, I saw this video from one segment of the June 13 Episode of Party Pilipinas. It gave me goosebumps.

Very Nat King Cole and Natalie moment!

I still feel that the Magalonas and my family share a common "enemy" which took someone very special to us. For that, I always have to restrain myself from hugging any of them whenever we cross paths.

And I although I never met the Francis Magalona in person, I've heard first hand accounts as to how great a man he is...or was. Kiko's family has a reason to be proud of the master rapper who, to them is Pop. :)

Psycho Series

i can't let psycho win even if the thought of psycho pushes me off-track. ruins my day. ruins my day.

once again, i look the way i feel...crappy! of course i blame psycho for this. but this has got to stop! because it's not good for me. i can't let psycho win.

there are somethings one just can't run away from--that includes "psycho." i'll just think of this as a test of character. psycho is the obstacle.

I'm calling her "psycho" and I swear I will never talk to her until she realizes how much of a psycho she's been. nasty, nasty, psycho. tsk tsk.

nasty. really nasty! I just wish I'd NEVER inherit that nasty gene! Tsk tsk.

whatta shame!

twas nasty what she did. and i feel nothing but shame for her.

as much as I would like to hate her, i won't. otherwise i'd be no different.

and the last thing i want is to be her. i may have her genes but i won't be her.

i won't be anything like her.

math problem

we used to play charades--2 teams, 1 host. but 1 left leaving 4 behind. then another flew, farther than any plane can reach, landing on the heavens, leaving 3. now, another exits so now we're down to 2...

...down to 2.

real bit

Haunted by her inability to write, she opened a book given by a friend who stood by her back in the University where she first attempted to explore the power of her pen, back in the time when she faced the same state of constipation.

Inside the book was note which says, " For Tyrene: Constipated people don't give a shit...."

And so, she smiled.

Spectacular, Spectacular! A Spectacles Story

1. Clip-on shades - what-is-left-of-my-first pair of eyeglasses. The eyeglasses that made scribbles on university blackboards look clearer. The eyeglasses which I lost during the day of my graduation.

2. Brown metal with shaded lens - The spectacles that accompanied me during my job-hunting days. Even saw me through my first few months on my first job.

3. Black plastic - First time I invested a semi-fortune for a pair of eyeglasses which, as it turned out, was not a very good investment at all. A friendly advice: avoid eyeglass temples or is it...ear hooks...made out of rubber--doesn't mesh well with, well, human sweat. Contact lenses saved the day!

4. Maroon sunglasses-turned prescription glasses - Cheap frame; high-quality lens. It is the way to go. Except that in the middle of my stay in a foreign land, during its first year with me, the upper rim decided to snap. Maroon eyeglasses is witness to the hardest times of my life. I guess, it caught the most tears.

5. An attempt to a barely there glasses - Impossible to achieve, I tell you. It's either you are wearing eyeglasses or not. This pair served me for a long time. Saved me in my stay in the said foreign land. Had to give it up, though. My eyes needed more reinforcements.

6. Brack - Brown na black, the latest member of my visual companions. Hope to see a better future with it. :-)

So I guess, it's not my day. It hasn't been for many days now. Therefore, nasa akin ang bagua.

Hindi ako nakapasok; wala akong nagagawa masyado dahil mostly natutulog lang ako, as if may naitutulong ang pagtulog sa sana'y paggaling ko other than hindi ko maramdaman na may masakit; humihilab ang tyan ko--nakakapraning; pinapagalitan ako ng kapatid ko sa di umano'y pagpapabaya ko sa katawan at sa hindi ko pagpapadoktor; nung nagpa-doktor naman ako nasermonan ako ng slight ng doctor dahil bakit ngayon lang daw ako nagpagamot...paano daw kung food poisoning nga at kumalat sa system ko ang "poison"; tapos pumayag ako magpa-CBC winarningan ko ang med-tech na may isang shot lang sya, ayun at kaliwa't kanang braso ko ang tinira niya; I'm several hundred-peso poorer--maaring lumala pa depending on the result of my CBC & fecalysis, that is if I do produce the specimen na ilalagay sa cup...na argh good luck; no pay ako dahil absent at x2 pa yon--kung bakit, don't ask; at sa gitna ng mga waste na ni-let-go ko--involuntary pa nga na hindi ko na i-de-detail dahil it was such a mess, hindi man lang ako pumayat.

So ang masasabi ko lang, looking back, sana...sana lang talaga, nag-World Chicken na lang ako.

Nasa huli ang pagsisisi.

This is exactly the reason why I avoid doctors and hospitals and clinics when I know something's wrong with me.

So good luck na lang sa cup na ito.