in honor of valentine's day
posted on February 9th, 2006 (09:02 AM) in Chronicles of a Lost Girl in the Metro
Entries for February, 2006
guess the nursery rhyme
posted on February 10th, 2006 (07:15 AM) in Chronicles of a Lost Girl in the Metro
my friends in school came up with this thing. added some up. try to guess from which nursery rhyme they came from.
A nursery rhyme about...
...an engineering mishap which left many damsels in distress.
...a little girl stalked by a carbon-base quadruped wherever she goes.
...a careless, little boy who suffered traumatic brain injury after a fall from a steep landform, and the girl that did a triple axle somersault after.
...celestial bodies lighting up a darkened galaxy.
...a scandal involving a dairy product and a royal family.
...an infant left in a high a place at the mercy of nature.
...three visually-impaired rodents who had an unexpected amputation.
...a young rain man’s invocation to change the current weather.
...a geriatric individual suffering from arthritis of all joints.
cravings
posted on February 11th, 2006 (04:00 AM) in Chronicles of a Lost Girl in the MetroWhen people see me, they almost always automatically assume that, (a) I am in a steady relationship, (b) I had been in a steady relationship, (c) I am some sort of a player, or (d) I am actively dating, or at least constantly dating someone regularly. Nothing can be further from the truth. It’s not that I look really pretty (slight lang… hahaha!) or irresistible... I actually have no idea where they get these thoughts. This is prolly the usual first impression of people who hardly know me, or have only seen me from afar. My friends, however, know better. I have never been in a steady relationship. For some reason, I seem to be incapable of holding on to a relationship. All my pseudo-relationships crashed before it even took off. The ones that did were actually doomed from the start. If people have this strange perception of me, how could it not be my reality?
What’s wrong with this picture?
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Wanna’ know what I’m really craving for right now? (I’m asking as if you have a choice? Hehehe). Remember Alpine? The thin, white chocolate bars with striations and the word Alphine on the bar itself. Its covered with white paper with a picture of snow-capped mountains. I am soooo missing that chocolate. And for some reason, I couldn’t seem to find any anymore. HELP!
in spite of being cliche, let's talk about the stampede
posted on February 12th, 2006 (01:46 AM) in Material Girlmasama na kung masama. elitista na kung elitista. but as much as i woud like to blame abs-cbn and their cohorts for the stampede in ultra, hindi ko pa rin maitatanggi na may malaking kasalanan din ang mga taong nagpunta rito.
oo, maraming tao sa Pilipinas ngayon ang naghihirap. oo, marami ang hindi nakakakain at walang tirahan. oo, maraming pamilya ang walang trabaho. at oo, madalas ang kondisyon na ito ay inaabuso ng mga politiko at kapitalista. pero naisip mo rin ba na it works both ways? walang mang-aabuso, kung walang nagpapa-abuso.
oo, hindi mo piniling maging mahirap. ngunit, anong ginagawa mo upang makaahon sa kahirapan? naghahanap ka ba ng disenteng trabaho? hindi ka ba umiinom at nagsusugal sa kanto mula umaga hanggang gabi? may ginagawa ka bang iba para sa iyong asawa maliban sa pagpaparami ng anak na hindi mo naman kayang pakainin, pag-aralin at bigyan ng marangal na buhay?
balik tayo sa stampede. bakit nga ba nagka-stampede? ayon sa balita, nagkagulo raw ang mga manonood dahil ina-nounce ng tauhan sa wowowee na limitado lamang ang bilang ng taong makakapasok at makakapanood sa programa. nagtulakan di-umano ang mga tao upang makapasok sa maliit na daanan. sa sobrang tulakan, natumba ang harang at marami ang nadapa, nahulog, nasugatan. at dahil pababa ang kalsada sa may ULTRA, nagkaroon daw ng domino effect kung kaya't napakarami ang napakhamak.
pero kung iisipin mo, baket nga ba nagka-stampede? dahil nga ba pababa ang kalsada sa ULTRA? dahil masyadong naging sakim ang mga taga-abs at huli na nang sinabi nilang kaunti lang pala ang maaaring pumasok? o dahil likas na walang disiplina ang mga tao? kung gusto mong iaasa ang kagaganda ng iyong buhay sa isang game show, karapatan mo yan. ngunit dapat ay magkaroon ka ng innate na disiplina at matutong pumila. gaano ba naman kahirap ang pumila? at kung inaasahan mong maraming tao ang pupunta, kailangan ba talagang dalhin ang mga maliit mo pang anak? siguro marahil ay walang mag-aalaga sa kanila sa bahay. kung gayon, bakit mo pa sasayangin ang ilang araw mo para pumunta sa programang hindi ka naman nakasisigurong pagkakakitaan mo?
sana ay makita ng mga tao ang leksyon na ito. at hindi lamang tingnan ang idinidiin nilang kasalanan ng mga negosyante.
it's all in the head
posted on February 13th, 2006 (05:09 AM) in Material Girljust finished reading prozac nation.
it was depressingly good.
gave me a thought though.
the author used her depression to get away with alot of things. she blamed her depression for her inability to function normaly, or even to follow social norms of interaction; saying depresion is a pathology. so it's really not her fault. she's sick.
i watched this episode before in discovery about how a serial killer's brain wave is different from that of a normal person. in a normal person, there's a change in the brain wave pattern when shown the words love, hate, blood, death as compared chair, table, house. however, in a serial killer's, none was noted.
so, if you think about it. why they kill is just something that comes naturally in their nature. they don't have the concept of it being morally wrong. in fact, they really can't see how it can be wrong. the problem's organic. of course i'm not saying they should be set free. they are still a hazard to the community. but it would make death penalty all the more wrong, because no matter how evil his crimes may be, the root is organic.
put it in a religious sense, does it mean that serial killers with organic brain problems shouldn't go to hell for the simple reason that it was not their choice?
snipets
posted on February 25th, 2006 (03:57 AM) in Chronicles of a Lost Girl in the Metro
Do you know what one of the worst feelings in the world is? It’s when you really, really have to pee but you’re stuck in a bus in the middle of a traffic-jammed expressway and has nowhere to go. You start to perspire, get goose bumps all over, and then your brain starts to go to hyper drive. What would you do if you suddenly can’t hold it anymore? Why didn’t you go to the restroom when you had the time? Why can’t the bus go any faster????
When I was in high school I actually saw a graffiti on the bathroom door something like “malandi si grace” (I forgot what it really was). I know that’s so common, but there was a line beside it with the words “I second emotion”. And a line from it saying, “me too!”. Neta. My friend and I couldn’t resist correcting. It’s second the motion stupid. Isa ka pa.In my high school, the boys’ restroom is just one room on the side of the stairs. One sink and a toilet. But sometimes, going up or down the stairs, I’d see like 5 to 7 of them coming out! What the hell do guys do there all together anyway?
Our family and my dad’s officemates with their families rented a pool one time. I dipped a little in the pool but I didn’t stay long. So I went to the shower room. For some reason, the sign on the door did not make sense to me. It was those stick people with a skirt and a no skirt. Basic right? But it did not register in my head. In the middle of my shower, a guy’s head suddenly popped on the door. Thankfully, I still had my suit on! My first thought was common shower??? Apparently, I entered the wrong door. Duh!
My first time in the gym, I didn’t know where the shower rooms are. The girl in the front desk just told me to go down the hallway, and I’d be sure to see it. So, I walked to the end of the hallway and opened the fist door that I saw. The moment I opened it, I saw this guy fixing his hair in front of the huge mirrors. I stayed rooted in the spot and stared. I have no idea why, but my brain seems to have ceased functioning. I was standing there for a minute, think, when the guy suddenly spoke up, and told me that the girl’s shower room is on the right side. I shut the door quick and left. Thankfully, I couldn’t remember his face and so I could not spend my life in the gym trying to hide from him.
Moral of the stories: never leave your brain behind when entering the shower room.
I’m sure you’re all familiar with the pink urinals by BF all around the metro. No, I am not against the color. I adore pink, and I don’t like that pink but I couldn’t really care less. What I don’t get is why is it so… open. Would it be so hard to close it? Anybody passing by could see you in there and know what your doing. Don’t guys like their privacy as well?
tidbits 2
posted on February 28th, 2006 (06:57 AM) in Chronicles of a Lost Girl in the Metrohere's a conversation between a friend and I.
"when mo ba plan mag-thesis?"
"hopefully, next year. shet! sana wala ng defense."
"anu ba?! mas hirap kaya write kesa defense."
"i suck with oral eh."
"hmm... is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"uh... in what context?" *wink, wink*
tee-hee!
bad mouth. baaaaaaaaaaaaaad!!!!!!!!!!!!!
