Some Very Random Thoughts...

1) If Dennis Roldan really did kidnap that kid, well, I hope he spends the rest of his life rotting in solitary confinement. Don't kill him. Just send him to some dungeon with nothing but rats and spiders to eat and talk to. If he didn't do it, then well, hope he gets set free.

2) The Valentine's Day bombing at the MRT station just feels weird. I would be so brazen as to say that the President may have done it herself to further her war against the Muslims. They say they got suspects, how on Earth did our INCOMPETENT policemen catch these "INTERNATIONAL, AL QAEDA TRAINED" terrorists so fast? It does not add up. You'd think that these "terrorists" would be professional enough to not get caught. They got caught too easily. It just doesn't feel right. It feels like another random arrest of Muslims.

3) Mon Fernandez finally got dumped by his wife for spousal abuse and philandering. Death to all disloyal husbands, I always say.

4) ABS-CBN is no longer worth watching. Their news is biased. Their shows stink. Most of all, they got Dong Puno and Korina Sanchez. 'Nuff said.

5) On the National ID system, it could work, but only if the government quits marketing it as an anti-terror tool.

6) I want to quit my job! I lose money instead of making it since my salary can't cover my costs. Maybe I should just put an ad in the village paper and become a tutor. Anyone knows what a good hourly charge would be?

7) When is SNK gonna continue the KOF series? They stopped at 2003 and never made one for 2004. The way 2003 ended, it just begs for a sequel, arguably more than all the previous annual installments.

8) If John Cena pulls a Randy Orton in Wrestlemania, I sincerely hope he'll get to hold the belt longer than a month.

-Let's keep it at that.

From Reader's Digest: "The Last Word"

Hello. I stumbled upon the June 2001 issue of Reader's Digest, and in it they featured a short collection of excepts from last wills and testaments. Entitled "The Last Word," it was first featured in The New York Times, compiled by Jeff Stryker. These wills and testaments are rather funny, and as the author put them: "...the authors couldn't resist the chance to throw one final zinger from the grave." Here're those "zingers" he spoke of:

"I give to Lieutenant-General Cromwell one of my words, which he must want, seeing as he hath never kept any of his own." - Philip, Fifth Earl of Pembroke, seventeenth century

"To the worst of women, Claude Charlotte de Grammont, unfortunately my wife, I leave five-and-forty brass halfpence, which will buy a pullet for her supper." - Henry, Earl of Stafford, 1719

"To my monkey [I leave] the sum of ten pounds sterling per annum. To my faithful dog Shock, and my well-beloved cat Tibb, a pension of five pounds sterling. On the death of all three the sum appropriated to this purpose shall become the property of my daughter Gertrude, to whom I give this preference among my children, because of the large family she has and the difficulty she finds in bringing them up." - Mr. Garland, 1828

"I leave Parson Chavasse (Maggy's Husband) the snuff box I got from the Sarnia Militia, as a small token of my gratitude for the service he has done to the family in taking a sister that no man of taste would have taken." - William Dunlop, 1842

"Before anything else is done fifty cents [is to] be paid my son-in-law to enable him to buy for himself a good stout rope with which to hang himself." - Garvey White, 1908

Stupid eh?

Bagong Tula

Unang una, wala akong pinatatamaang tao sa tulang ito. Sadyang na-tripan ko lang magsulat nang kalokohan tungkol sa pinsan ni Hello Kitty na nakatira sa 'Pinas. Ang pusa sa kuwentong ito ay hindi nakabase sa kahit sinong taong kilala ko. Nakakatuwa lang talaga ang pangalang ito dahil halatang pinirata ang pangalang "Hello Kitty."


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Isang Babala sa Mambabasa

Ako ay tutula
Isang tula na walang kuwenta
Ngayo'y babalaan na kita
Wala ka ditong mapapala.

Maari'y ika'y matawa
Mapaiyak, o ma-buwisit pa
Pero wala na akong pakialam pa
Sa anumang iyong madarama

Pagka't ako'y hindi makata
Isa lamang akong tao na
Nung nabato sa trabaho'y
May kagaguhang nai-akda.

Si Hola Pusa

Dati'y may isang pusa
Si Hola Pusa
Ang Ina niya ay Haponesa
Manilenyo naman ang ama.

Nakatira siya sa Marikina
Sa isang maliit na eskinita
Sa tabi nang isang villa
Nang isang mayamang pamilya.

Si Hola Pusa
Ay inggit sa pinsang artista
Na isang pusang Haponesa
Na may sariling palabas pa.

Hello Kitty ang pangalan niya
Mas kyut siya kaysa kay Hola
Na kung titingnan ang mukha'y
Tila duming-kubeta.

Kaya buwisit tuloy si Hola
Sa pusang Haponesa
Sinubukan ni Holang tapusin na
Ang buhay nang pinsan niya.

Buhay nang pinsan na
Mas Sikat pa sa kanya
Nag nagkataong noo'y
Napabisita sa Marikina.

Ititira na sana
Ni Hola Pusa
Ang isang munting bala
Na gawa para sa pinsan niya

Malsa lang niya
At sablay siya umasinta
Tumalbog sa pader ang bala
At bumalik ito sa kanya...

Kaya tapos na ang aking tula
Tungkol kay Hola Pusa
Na hindi mabutng halimbawa
Para sa mga bata.

My Job and Some Other Musings

I finally began work yesterday. What was the job like? Well, I get to work as a medical transcriber, an outsource job for American doctors looking for cheap Philippine labor, kinda like call centers only you get to work in the daytime and get paid less. My specialization at this point is with court depositions regarding medical cases. I can't mention specifics beyond that, it's a medical worker's vow never to take doctor's confidentiality lightly, even if the doctor I work for is miles away in America. It's a double-whammy in my case because I work for some distant lawyer too.

Anyway, I prbably won't get too rich doing the job, but at least I get to earn an honest living until teaching opens in SR.

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Some months back during a YM session with Carla ages ago about thesis writing (or something like that) she introduced to me the idea of writing a story based on some underground organization operating in Manila. After reading all those legal papers at the workplace, I may just have an idea on how to translate that into a workable detective story. Thing is, thanks to my job, I am lacking the time to write it. Anyway, I hope Carla doesn't mind me actually using the concept someday since she technically came up with it first. If by some chance I can't use it, I have a backup plan of sorts anyway.

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Also, while bored after work a while ago, I thought of come silly comments to some popular sayings. Here's some:

"The pen is mightier than the sword"
-Granted your handwriting is legible.

"An apple a day keeps the doctor away."
-A doctor a day mean's you're seriously ill.

"The early bird gets the worm."
-If the worm woke up late, he would still be alive.

"Roses are red, violets are blue."
-...Damn I'm pretty, what happened to you?

"Go forth and multiply"
-Not "multiply and go forth." (Thanks to Rocky Dinopol of DLSU Manila for this gem)

Yan na muna.

Some Love Humor

This is for all you singles who have no one else but themselves to hug this Valentine's. This humor site is maintained by Al Lowe, the creator of the Leisure Suit Larry adventures from the good ol' days of PC adventure games. Don't worry, the humor is not all nerdy, and even non-Larry fans will find some lovin' here. Al has some really nice ones for everyone. Here're some for the love-deprived:

http://www.allowe.com/Humor/book/Romantic%20Or%20Not.htm

Here's but one of the quips to expect:

"My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life"

I hope you have as much fun with it as I had. If you're not in the mood for love humor, the rest of his site also has some other nice jokes.

Another one...

Enjoy :)
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Leo del Gordo

There was this boy Leo
Leo Castillo,
Who in his entire life,
Ate nothing but mayo.

He learned to eat mayo
From his dad Gino
Who spread it on bread,
Stuffed with Adobo.

However, this boy Leo
Leo Castillo
He threw away the bread and Adobo
And ate only the mayo

So this boy Leo
Leo Castillo
Became what they say in Spanish
"Un hijo muy gordo."

He was so huge he got stuck on doors
And his mere steps would crack up floors
"Go on a diet," Were his mother's tidings,
"Go on a diet, my sweetest of darlings."

But Leo did not follow her word
He kept on stuffing mayo into his hole
Till the day came he could stuff no more
For death was knocking right at his door.

The end.

A Tale of Spam

Firstly, I take back what i said aboutcutting down on updates. I still have to mail my aunt again about the job.

Anyway, this post is about spam. Lately my tagboard has been full of talk about spam. So, I decided to write something about this glorious meat product.
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The Boy Who Cried "Spam!"

There was once a young boy named Sam.
This boy Sam, he loves to eat ham.
He would eat not just any ham, he would only eat spam.

'Tis only spam that this boy would eat.
He considered it his favorite tasty treat.
He would eat nothing else all day and night.
And he ate it so much he gave his mom a fright.

He ate it along with his bread and jam.
He would even feed it to his pet dog Cham.
Whether it be smoked, sweet, or spicy,
If it was Spam, he would be happy.

And so it went until the day he ran out.
At this he looked at his pantry in doubt.
"Where'd the spam go?" he asked with dread,
For he feared that without it, he'd soon be dead.

His mom told him nicely: I took away your spam.
It's not nice for a boy to eat only spiced ham.
The worst part is, you feed it to our dog Cham,
Who is now so fat, he could clog up a dam.

But Sam was sad, for he needed his spam.
So he went to the shop, and asked for his ham.
The shopkeeper told him, as nicely as he could say,
That he would not have any spam for Sam that day.

At this Sam despaired, for he would get no ham,
With which to eat, along with bread and jam.
Ham with which to feed his cute dog Cham,
even though he could now clog up a dam.

Sam became sad. "Why must it be this way?
Why would they take my true love away?
I love spam alone, she has loved me so much,
and eating her makes me very happy as such."

No one ever saw Sam come home again.
He apparently was seen walking into some guy's den.
He was asking, begging for some cans of spam.
But this guy unfortunately, did not give a damn.

This guy took out his gun, and said while cussing:
"Get out of my house, for you are trespassing."
But Sam stood firm, and was shot in the head.
For his love of spam, he is now dead.

The End

Quickie Update: Just got a job

What a difference having connections makes. immediately after e-mailing my aunt about a vacant medical writer post, she calls me up from the US and begins questioning me over the phone about my plans. Starting salary, work hours, when can you start, the works. If all goes well, I can begin by Monday. God is good, must be his way of saying "thanks for confessing after all this time."

So people, I am formally going to cease from updating this blog on weekdays starting next week. I am also going to change by blogger status beginning my next update.

Ranting (Warning, gets very sappy towards the end)

1) Firstly, the graduation practices are tiring. Really tiring. Wearing a toga makes me look neat but also makes me sweat like a hog. There is also the issue of me losing my college pin, but the help desk assured me it was not absolutely needed. If there are two good things that came out of this day, one was that I finally got to confess afteer 2-3 years of not doing so, and I finally got my medal for Honorable Mention. At last, I can put my LaSalle days behind me...until I need to get my transcript or something :D

2) Speaking of my student life, I will really miss it. All those friends I made I will miss immensely. The camaraderie we shared as we trudged through endless hardships imposed upon us by merciless profs, all the blood and tears we wept in the fierce battlefield of student life, all the laughs we had, man, I will miss those. I will miss the sensation of constant uncertainty over grades and the profs, even the bad ones. I will miss Eda's matchmaking. I will miss all those times Diana and Alan shared with me as we sang limericks like there was no one watching (until Dr. Lua came in time to stop our rendition of "Please Don't Touch my Birdie"). I will miss all the talks with JF and Carla about topics as silly as Dr. Mario and pro wrestling and as serious as Plato and his definition of love (in a fit of poetic justice in fact, my mom got me from Athens a small bust of Plato to display on my desk--which I do since it sorta reminds me of the day my heart grew up). I will miss the talks on anime and other more serious issues Kathy and I had, the intellectual discussions shared with Gene, the Christmas Party with the gang.

Bottomline, I really will miss you guys. Soon we won't be seeing each other very often, and I fear the day we get either married, the day we migrate, or whatever, then break off all physical ties. But I at least hope that we can keep that day from coming.

Ok, this has gotten too sappy, and it no longer sounds like me. So I'm ending it now.