I feel exhausted. Got home, and great, early for a change.
I checked the world’s current top social networking website and saw some posts by people in college. Again, I am reminded of why I hated college. And I saw a classmate I did not like and will probably never like.
Oh, I hate my life right now.
Just logged in after some time, the elections was a disappointment, not that I was expecting different… but since I started voting, I hate what the outcome was always. It actually made me cry, seriously. I hate all of them ALL OF THEM. Sana magkaroon ng convention lahat ng politiko sa isang lugar at bagsakan nawa sila ng BULALAKAW.
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Today, I rendered 2 and a half hours of overtime, working on another lousy transcript. I don’t mind working for 8 hours without rest, O just don’t like OT’s. I don’t like it when people are leaving and you see strangers from the evening shift sitting beside you. Then, the thought of being in line for an FX ride, today 40 minutes, then the hour-ride home, cramped in an awkward sitting position with stinky people.
I can endure that if I have the knowledge that I can spend more time sleeping, reading, browsing the Internet and stuff like that. I have hardly no time for myself anymore. And I love my ALONE times!
Your supervisor tells you to not compromise the quality of my work. I say, “OK.”
Anyways, sitting there, irritated and cranky, I try to relax, take deep long breaths, stop thinking of anything home-related… it works for a while then I get angry again. Repeat: relax, take long deep breaths, stop thinking of anything home-related…. repeat as necessary.
Tapos na ako bumoto! Yahoo!
So we woke up early, left the house at 6:30 AM. We were given numbers, I was number 68. I am beginning to hate being give numbers. And we were able to sit down and vote at around 8:30.
Not minding the long lines (or the absence of it), the humid weather, the noisy people, the drunk man at the upper floor in the balcony who picked a fight with blood dripping from his lips, the the shouting, the senior citizens (who are still very strong) who wants to be in front, the people who can not understand simple instructions, the familiar faces of people I can no longer recall a name with, so far, it was OK. Maybe because we got there early.
Last time, I went straight to the precinct. Now, we have to wait. Last time, I wrote the names. Now, I shaded the circles. It was faster now, as far as filling out the ballot. I think that they should have more machines to accommodate the people. And I wonder with all the issues they have with the manufacturers and technology the machines have, why can’t they just use the same technology they used with PCSO’s Lotto system. Nakatipid pa sila! Hehehe.
On the way home, outside the elementary school the government used, natabig ng tricycle ang Nanay ko. She was angry kasi napakasakit pero naawa sa driver. So ayun!
Sasha, our dog gave birth to puppies. After much delay, We decided that it’s about time we give some away. Eight dogs in a household is a lot, and they are growing fast. Meow’s sister’s daughter wanted a puppy. Living in Bulacan, we would have to travel.
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My parents gave one of the puppies the name Penelope. I don’t know why. She also happens to be my favorite, so it was sad to see her go. She’s really nice and that is one of the reasons why we’re gonna give it to child, para madaling alagaan. And she is pretty, too.
Meow’s apartment is in Cainta. So I rode a jeep to get there. So we rested for a while. Then off we went to Cubao, where the bus terminal for Malolos is located. We rode another jeep, with Penelope on my lap. She’s a well-behaved puppy, not the type that whines a lot. It took some time to get there, for a Sunday morning, the jeep has to re-route due to some Fun Run event.1 So we were making fun or chatting about Meow’s ridiculously superficial co-worker, when Penelope threw up. Siguro nahilo sa bigla-biglang liko ng jeep!
This blog has been down for quite some time, according to the host when it came up, due to attacks. I hate them.
I am always in no mood lately. Now that the elections is drawing close, I am always in no mood. People are talking about politics a lot. I admit I talk about it when I get the chance but I talk about other stuff, like there are more things to life. Politics is never a filler for silent and awkward moments. Talk about politics gets me worked up, because I have strong opinions on people that I don’t necessarily want to talk about. Not because I am shy, but because I get into trouble with it. And because I hate them all.
Together with religion, politics is something you don’t talk about with people you are not close to. And even if you are close to people, it still could get into an argument. Like there are times I want to hit people when they just won’t shut up.
I can be tolerable with people with different opinions, I just don’t appreciate it when they shove it up my narrow-minded brain. I’ve come to an age when I don’t feel like being argumentative at topics as pointless as politics, not meaning to make it sound unimportant because it is, it’s just an argument that could go on and on…. and I’ve grown apolitical.
I was catholic schooled until high school. Most of the time, I have cool Values Ed (it was at some point called CLE for Christian Living Education) teachers, except maybe for Sister Josefa.
I guess it was because of them that I have learned love the RCC as a religion, and even now that I became agnostic (or whatever), I still have this soft spot for the Roman Catholic Church.
When I was in 2nd grade, that was the time we had our first communion, Sr. Josefa was in charge of the batch that will be having it. I think it is a big deal for catholic schools. It is after all, part of the seven sacraments.
I am not having a good day, make that three. Yesterday, I wrote a long tirade about how irritating life is, of how hard it has be a cog in a bureaucratic machinery, of how hard it is to make money… then I posted it. Then, something happened and made me unable to access this blog site.
You know how they say if things are not working well for you, something good is about to happen. Something good better happen! I lost the jacket I had for three years, I miss it a lot. I am broke. I am poor, it is not funny, not even remotely close to amusing.
Then I login to this post and see 45 spam messages. I need some cheering up.
If I were rich, I would have a bookstore, unlike the ones they have here. It will be a small one that sells good books, not popular books, and I will try to sell it to people who deserve them at reasonable prices. I will look for hard-to-find books and have them sold to people who really appreciate it.
I will not be one of those businessmen who would greedily put ridiculously high prices to signed books, because I won’t sell signed books. I am, after all, selling the things inside the book.
The thing when you wake up after a night of drinking, even if it is not as much as you used to anymore, is you get a sense of surreality. It beats drinking a lot because you feel you’re not really there while dealing with the throbbing of your head. But today, all’s left is this feeling of neither here or there, must be like Limbo or what?
There I was, minding my own business, when my sister watched Made of Honor starring the oooh-so-charming Patrick Dempsey from Grey’s Anatomy(crappy TV series, if I might add).1
I am sorry for all you lovestruck people but it was a scary, spiteful movie.
For a country which prided itself with racial diversity, the American movie poked fun at Scotland’s rich culture, from kilts, to bands and bagpipes which they found irritating. With the expertise of Hollywood’s subtle touch for political correctness, it was crafted to not appear so. Or they think.