Friday, July 10, 2009

Stay healthy...

When was the last time I was hospitalized? Can't remember... because that was eons ago, I was in elementary I think. During highschool and college, I didn't really have any major sickness.. I got the occassional flu and what nots. But shit happened last week... I was diagnosed with Pneumonia - Community Acquired. The very same kind of Pneumonia (are there other kinds of em?) that my sister got while she was still in college. I was like, "what?", why this. Only weaklings get Pneumonia... So I thought. One consolation thought, everything was for free. My company paid for it all! Hell yeah!

The judgement...

Rest
No airsoft, frisbee and parkour (for a month or two)

Life sucks, but it rocks too...

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Oh.. It's raining again...

I know you know what it feels like when you're prepared for something and you are all excited about it but then someone or something ruins it. It sucks, right? Well, that just happened to me. I wanted to go out. Have fun, enjoy, be wasted and just be plain old me. Then an opportunity came, Gig for a Cause, June 6th. It's a Saturday, I don't have office, so this means, I can watch! Oh yeah! You know how time seems to be running super slow when you're waiting for something to happen, that exactly is true. The last week seemed liked a month, but then, Saturday came. Oh yeah! Talked with my girlfriend, told her that we would watch the gig, maybe eat somewhere, have a drink or two, and cuddle up till morning. She said yes, so, everything seems to be in place. Since my work ended Saturday morning, I decided to go home first, eat and then sleep. I plan to wake up at aroud 5 or 6 pm. That would give me a lot of time to prepare. So I slept. 7 pm, I woke up. Ok, a little bit late, but still, it's "early" for a gig to start, especially here in Iloilo. I then got a text message from my girlfriend, it reads "ga ulan oh. talaka mag gwa. ti ano?", I replied, "hulawon ta lang, panyapon ta anay eh", she then texted back, "cge ah", then something aweful happened, it rained. It's not just your normal rain, it's your motherfucking RAIN! Shit! So here I am, at 3 in the morning. Drying my balls. Jeesh...

Friday, April 24, 2009

Bedsheet

Having no house help means that you would have to do all that dirty shit around your house. Especially your room. I just clean my room once a week, or whenever I feel it. The part which I find most annoying are matching bedsheets and pillow cases. Fuck! No words can describe how I feel everytime that time comes. I usually spend around 20 effin minutes just deciding what bedsheet to use, and after I have chosen one, I would spend another 30 minutes looking for the matching pillow case. Jeesh...

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Most Boring War... ever...


Sunday. Sunday. The day of the week where I get to be someone I admire. Someone who shot at people for a living. Someone who gets to shout "FUCK!!", and yet no ones dares correct them. Someone who runs around with other sweaty men. Every sunday, I turn into that someone, and that someone is a Soldier. Yes, I turn into a soldier every sunday. A soldier who can't live without KFC and Kusina Tsina. Once a week, I allow my inner child to just let loose. Some sundays are fucking awesome, some are so boring, like what happened last sunday.

I was so freaking excited upon reaching our war site last Sunday. I brought my new gun, hoping that I could shoot at someone with it. But something happened, its not functioning. I asked one of my team mates to have it fixed, after 30 minutes of tinkering with it, we gave up. Shit happens anyway. I still played, luckily I brought my extra AEG.

Here's come action, so I thought.

First Game:
I was on the assault team. I really had a hard time reaching the objective building. After 20 minutes of crawling, finally, I arrived. Two other guys were with me, we were planning to finally run into the building and shoot at everything living thing that we see, we were about to do our "super assault move" when we saw some of the assault team coming out of the building, and one of them was carrying the box that we were supposed to retrieve. Ok, game is over, we won. And I was not able to fire my weapon. Ok, I'll get them next time.

Second Game:
Again, I was assigned to the assault team. I suggested to my team that we go way around and surprise the enemy bunkered up in the Kill House. Ok, seems like a good idea. We then reached a clearing, I took a piss, which almost all of us did. After that, we planned on what we were going to do, then, we heared gun fire, we immeadiately ran to the Kill House, upon reaching it, we noticed that there was no one inside, we asked one of the guys, "Tapos na?" and he sheepishly answered, "Oo". Damn, we were late for the war.

I will not write in here what happened to the two games that happened after. You just guess. As always, shit happens. Boring.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

April Rain

The last day of my 4 day vacation. Didn't really go somewhere, just stayed here at home. I actually cleaned my room. I slept at around 11.30 last night, too tired to finish the episode of CSI: New York my sister and I are watching. Sleep came to me instantly... then I woke up, it was already 6.30 in the morning, my sister was already preparing to go to work. I sat on my bed, arguing with myself whether to wake up or go back to sleep, then something wonderful happened. It rained! I went outside and sat on our porch. I just sat there, I tried to relax, I tried to forget about work, about my little problems, I just want to enjoy that moment. Then someone broke my concentration, someone shouted breakfast... I'm hungy... enough of this, I have to eat. :)

Thursday, March 26, 2009

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Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Cleaning out my closet....


I went home earlier than usual. Upon entering my hell hole, something came inside me. I had this urge. Ok, I had this urge to clean my room... or at least, my closet. Hhhmm... It is packed! With clothes! 80% of them I don't even wear anymore. What to do?? While listening to RATM's Bullet in the Head, my brilliant grey matter suddenly came up with solutions.

  1. sell my old clothes
  2. donate them to charity
  3. use them as fuel
Okay... option numbah 1... I admit it, I am... a horizontally challenged person... :) so my clothes are big... who the hell would buy it? Maybe some lady would be interested, and they could use one of my shirts as a window curtain, or maybe a car cover... I don't know... oh wait, maybe a bedsheet. I just realized, my old clothes can be recycled in a trillion ways.

Number 2. Yes. Donate to charity. Bantay Bata? Asilo de Molo? Who needs it more? 2-3 little children can fit in one of my shirts. And that will save soap and water used for laundry. Ayt?

I scratched option 3. I don't want to add more carbon gases to the atmosphere. So, nada.

As I rummaged through my clothes, I was amused, or maybe, terrified. I still had my taekwondo kimono that I used when I was still a player in highschool, and that was like 7 years ago. I just prayed that I won't find my old elementary uniforms. Cause I know that it will bring back terrible memories. God help me.