Quirky Neurons Strike Again

It’s amazing how the human mind works. Yesterday, mine gave me another jolt.

Yesterday was Tio Tec’s internment. I attended the mass at the Basilica Minore. In the Gospel reading, the priest focused on this passage:

I *Heart* Mama

Sure, I am interested. Thank you for the tag Tew! Doesn’t matter if it’s too late now. I’m still going to “heart my mama.”

I have discovered a problem though. It seems that I don’t have digital pics of me and my mother together. I always seem to be holding the camera when pictures of mother are being taken. Old photos would have been great, but they’re at home in Oas and I don’t have time to scan pictures anyway. I just spliced our pictures. I hope it’s fine. And I had to reduce the size because of poor resolution.

Bad Google

What’s happening, Google?  Is it only me (the whole house actually) and some of my friends who can’t access Google or is it everyone’s problem?  I am really hating Google right now.  It’s my favorite search engine but it has been days since the problem started.  I’ve tried accessing it and other Google-related sites daily without any success.

Darn!  I only feel half alive without Google.  Bring it back!!!!

Qoutable Quotes

I’ve noticed that some people come to my blog looking for quotes. Not wanting to disappoint, I’ve listed some quotes here which you can use for your diaries, online journals and, oh yes, fraudster – err – friendster shoutouts. These are quotes I made myself (clap, clap, clap) Enjoy!

[Note: attribution, please ]

My Happy Marbles

If you have watched Peter Pan movies, then you have also probably heard of the claim that happy memories sprinkled liberally with fairy dust can make you fly. Well I don’t know if anybody has every been successful in achieving flight this way much less found some fairy dust to begin with, but I do know that like one of the characters who pulls out marbles out of a bag to remind him of how to fly, I sometimes pull out happy memories out of my head to help me sleep. Of course, this is done with a liberal amount of chuckling, too (which I’m always careful not to do too loudly in case my mother barges into my room with a crucifix in her hand).

As we grow older though, there is always the offhand probability of loosing our happy marbles. Just so I wont forget, I’ll keep them safe in here in my blog. For the people who are associated with my happy marbles, apologies in advance.

Lesson Learned from Ugly Betty

I watched Ugly Betty and I learned something new. I have always despised people who prioritized being “fashionable” over being practical. I mean, I still have my clothes from high school – and I still wear them. I even wore them at the university where I taught. (You got it! I did not grow much – he he, if at all – and yes, I am the old jeans-and-shirt-and-leather-sandals type – i.e. really unfashionable).

There was this scene where Betty was crying over losing her Gucci bag

Kili-Kili (Armpit) Preoccupied

Life has become much better and more colorful since I started blogging about personal stuff. I’ve become more observant - particularly of matters and events that are a tad bit peculiar. My friends say I have certainly not become more sensitive because of it. I beg to disagree. Just so it’s clear: I am sensitive to nuances and I can make “pakiramdam” as much as anyone. I just choose to ignore such nuances if I can. I mean, hey, I’m not naming any names so as long as I’m not hurting anyone, let’s enjoy other people’s foibles through my “interesting people stories.”

So here’s one of my people stories. I attended a seminar training recently. One of the participants was armpit or kili-kili preoccupied (KKPO).

Important Announcement

I know most of you are busy to maintain your own blog. This doesn’t mean, however, that you’ve got nothing interesting to blog about. So why not become a contributor to my blog? If you’re interested, do email me at jinkkyjinks@yahoo.com for details, ok? I’ll add you to my contributor list. you’ll have to sign up for a username with WordPress.com (just a username will do) through the invite URL that will be sent to your email address. After that, you can start writing posts and submit them for my review. They’ll then be posted to my blog after that.

I’ll look forward to hearing and reading about your own stories.

- Jinky

Taxi Extra “Service”

Do you know that the going rate for casual sex with a taxi driver is P500 per person?

Anyhow

I went to Morayta yesterday to buy some “contraband” - ask me what it is if you want to know; too dangerous, you know? On my way to Cubao from Morayta, along E. Rodriguez Sr. Ave., I saw this funny restaurant tucked in beside the Asia Trust Bank.

You’d Better Believe It!

Do you know that this blog has been nominated for Ms. Janette Toral’s Top 10 Emerging Blogs for 2008? I know, how can that be, right? You’re probably thinking; “yeah, I enjoy reading your blog, Jinky, but it has certainly not influenced the way I think or speak or act. Not really.”

Dance Brown Monkeys, Dance!

You have probably read my post about the Papaya Dance. I’m specifically referring to the post entitled “Papaya Dance: Get a Load of This” where I show vids of people dancing the Papaya.

Well, have you read this post lately? If you have, you’ll read this quite inflammatory comment from an anonymous being who was not brave enough to leave a name, a real email address or a website address where he or she can be reached. Here’s his or her comment in its entirety:

Credit Card: Status Symbol?

I am normal (yes, I really am). In the past, I also wanted to have a credit card.

It was fascinating, the way some people presented only a piece of plastic to pay for their purchases. I’d look at their faces and, on some of them, I’d see a mixture of satisfaction, haughtiness (in your face!) and glee. They were satisfied because they obviously earned enough to get approved for a credit card. They were haughty because they felt their credit card set them apart. They were gleeful because while they only had to flash their plastics, others had to pay with (yuck!) cash.

On Epitaphs

I renamed my “Recent Posts” box into “Epiphanies - or Not!” This got me thinking of another word that sounds just like it: epitaphs.

All right, I admit. They don’t really sound alike. However, both start with “epi.” Whatever the reason, I always think of epitaphs whenever I think of epiphanies, and vice versa.

Anyway, I got to thinking. What would my family inscribe on my grave, I wonder? Yes, I assume it’s going to be my family “sending me off” to the next life (how euphemistic; “sending me off,” he he) and not some anonymous people down at a public morgue (shudder).

Then I started thinking about some interesting epitaphs I’d want inscribed on my grave. I think I’d leave this list with my Last Will and Testament - if I ever get rich enough to need a Last Will and Testament, that is. This way, my progeny will simply have to chant “innie minnie miny moe” then pick whichever entry the pen lands on when they finish reciting the verse. Anyway, here’s my partial list of epitaphs:

• Going UP or DOWN? Bet Now! Progressive jackpots at stake.

• Environment Friendly: Biodegradable

• Organic, All Natural fertilizer. She’s good for you!

I’ll Have the Crown, the Necklace and the Money, Too

What will you do if you found yourself in this kind of situation?

Imagine winning the top spot in a prestigious beauty contest. You smiled oh-so-prettily for the camera, waved with gusto until your arms felt like falling off, and cried buckets of happy (yet still dainty) tears for effect. Then three days later - after countless victory parties, press conferences and intimate interviews - you got a call from the beauty pageant’s organizers, telling you that there has been a mistake. You were told something like this:

On the Most Cruel Line and Friendster Shoutouts

We were in one of our Magic Sing moments. No, there was no beer this time although we had pulutan aplenty - Sugo nuts (I love ‘em, especially the red one) and “Isaw” (yummm! I miss the isaw near Ilang dorm - that isawan is now at the parking lot in front of the Law building).

The intro of a familiar song suddenly played. I am not good with lyrics so I just waited for the blinking countdown to reach 0. It did, and the most cruel line I’ve ever seen in a song flashed on the TV screen.

It’s been a while

He he, I missed my blog and (you, of course). I was so busy time flew, and I had to work 48-hour shifts, straight just to finish all the things on my plate. Things are looking normal again, thank God.

I promise to update my blog at least once a week…

I promise to update my blog at least once a week…

I promise to update my blog at least once a week…

Hey guys and gals, I will be in Manila on April 28 up to (I think) the first week of May. See you then!

Blog Heaven

I have just upgraded my WordPress platform (not this blog but my credit and finance blog, although it’s nice to see the automatic upgrade here at wordpress.com). I am currently in blog heaven. I’m as happy as swine in mud.

On another note, Mill would argue that there’s a great deal of difference between the quality of happiness that I and the above-named animal can feel. Of course he would have a point; but as far as “levels of happiness” are concerned, I think the swine in mud and I with my WordPress blog are both at the highest levels of happiness that we are capable of feeling - albeit we have different capacities for happiness (just repeating myself to make sure you understand that I have “finer sensitivities” than swine; can’t have you thinking otherwise).

Oopss… does this mean that I am not going to achieve perfect “utility” - i.e. perfect happiness that comes from making others happy. Got to think about that for now, he he he.

Papaya Dance: Get a load of this!

Filipinos are a fun-loving and happy people. In fact, some studies have shown that Filipinos - though certainly not the happiest - are among the happiest people in the planet. Perhaps this is the reason why we can dance the Papaya Dance without looking absolutely silly (yes, we look a bit silly but not absolutely, you understand? he he he)Now, get a load of this Papaya Dance craze that’s sweeping the country and, now, the world. Some would say this is cause for celebration - that we should be proud of being able to induce people of other nationalities to dance the Papaya. Is it really a feat to be proud of?

Janina San Miguel’s New Groove

This song drove me crazy. I was in an Isarog single-seater bus. The bus has just arrived at the Naga City terminal when this song aired over the bus’ speakers. This song is the reason why the porters looked at me strangely and gave me a very wide berth. Who wouldn’t? I had on a sappy yet evil-looking smile on my face when I finally disembarked. The porters must have thought I was going to pull a knife from somewhere and turn on them any minute.