Googling Google?

July 18, 2008

Got this from Kendi[again.] Yeah, I’m a copycat! Well, you can copy this as well. It’s quite fun, actually. Oh well, the instructions are simple. Pull up a browser, and Google these! Voila!

1.) Type in “[your name] needs” in Google search:
–  Rex needs a Vacation, too. (Who doesn’t? duh! i want be out, enjoying the beach!) 

2.) Type in “[your name] looks like” in Google search:
– Rex looks like he spat his dummy out. (wahaha! what am i? a baby? how cute. 😛 )

3.) Type in “[your name] likes” in Google search:
– Rex likes to kick puppies and kittens. (Nah! I so love puppies. But kittens? well, that can be quite possible. hehe. )

4.) Type in “[your name] says” in Google search:
– Rex says that he’s different from everyone else. (Well, everyone is unique; just like everybody else. haha! )

5.) Type in “[your name] wants” in Google search:
–  Rex wants his bed back or else Rex wants to kill. (I am sleep-deprived, so give me my pillow back! Don’t bother waking me if still want to breathe!)

6.) Type in “[your name] does” in Google search:
– Rex DOES NOT always talk about his restaurants. (because I DON”T freakin’ have a restaurant.)

7.) Type in “[your name] hates” Google search:
– Rex hates a smart ass.  (Uh, I so hate the know-it-alls! Argghh! Not that I’m envious, but they just give me the creeps.)

8.) Type in “[your name] goes” Google search:
– Rex goes on trial. (Ahmm, lemme guess: murder? no, multiple murder! hahah!)

9.) Type in “[your name] loves” in Google search:
– Rex loves the rain. (Definitely! Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams. Let it wash away my sanity.)

10.) Type in “[your name] is” in Google search:
– Rex is talking to himself again. (how the hell did you know? 😆 )


Libran at its Finest.

March 12, 2008

 As I was soul searching, I stumbled upon Pravs World. This is a site that opens your mind and touches your heart with words that make a positive impact. It describes your personality through your horoscope. As usual, bolahan na naman ‘to.

And so, let’s see what Librans get.

Librans love the concept of being loved, therefore are constantly searching for the perfect mate [nasa’n kana ba? where are you now? hehe]. They also love romance and consequently are good at it [wow. good in bed. i agree. hehe. walang kokontra. this is my blog! ]. Filled with personal dignity and elegance, you may find Libra to dazzle and captivate you time and time again. [charming! woooH! 😳 ]

They have many interests like theater, antiques, decorating, art, and themselves [i have to agree. i love art , especially paintings. ]. A Libra’s best quality is the art of conversation. They are fantastic conversationalists. Although, when discussing any subject, you may find the conversation leading back toward their favorite topic of interest, as they put a little bit about themselves into each conversation, placing the spotlight exactly where they want it. [ngeekss.. pahingi flashlight, este spotlight pala! 😆 ]

When out on a date with a Libra be sure to pay them a compliment. If it’s sincere, they will most definitely be charmed by you. If you pick out a restaurant, make certain the atmosphere is classy and don’t skimp on any of your plans [classy jud? ahak! pwede pungko-pungko lang? ]. A Libra wants to be treated as first class and does not like to settle for less, as they feel that their pleasure is well worth it. They want a partner that has good taste and quality [dapat lang. may taste yata ako. toinkz.]

As they adore luxury [maluho ba ako? lemme think.] and love to be pampered, impression will get you everywhere, so go all out, and don’t hold back.

With an easy going nature, you will find a Libra pleasant to be around [korek!]. This zodiac sign of partnership needs a companion who will understand, appreciate, and perhaps even idolize them [ngeekss. inde ako Diyos. wag nyo ko sambahin!]. If you’re searching for a partner that is socially outgoing and affectionate, you’ve found them [andito na ako! i’m all you need. paghati-hatian nyo nalang! wahaha! 👿 ].

They love to go to parties and enjoy a glittering extravagant social life [kamusta naman ang nightlyp ko? hmmm]. Although the Libra may be indecisive about making a commitment, once committed to a relationship, you will find harmony and peace with them [kaya, commit na. i’m single and available! 😕 ].

 At nagpapaniwala naman ako sa mga pinagsasabi ng hinayupak na ‘to. Kunsabagay, some of them are true. We can’t really deny that some superstitions work for us. We believe in superstitions because we are smart enough to know that we don’t have all the answers. Like, I don’t know why I’m good in bed. Or, why I’m good looking. Wahaha! Ang hangin!

And so I was wondering if all Librans have the same trait or personality. Well, I think I’m just too bored to believe all these.

Rubik’s Cube

March 12, 2008

I’ve been through a lot of things lately. That’s the main reason why I had to stop blogging for a while. My mind was preoccupied with a lot of things. All of them want to be written, so I ended up writing nothing.

Pregrancies.No, I’m not pregnant! How can I be? LOL. My mom is already 44 years old. And she’s got a baby in her womb. That dude there would be the 7th member of the family. It was hard for us to accept the fact that she’s heavy with child, at first. Isn’t she scared of high risk having a baby at her age? Amf. Well, they said it’s a blessing to have a child. So, we just shut our gob up. You think it will be cute and winsome when a baby is bawling in the middle of your forty winks? We have no choice. Oh, our youngest is 18 years old, by the way. So, I think it’s time to have a baby playmate at home. Hmmm.

And, not only my mother is pregnant, but my 18-year old sister as well. Shocking? Yeah! Jaw-dropping. She’s 18 and still studying. Goodbye nursing career! And the father? Well, that would be too much of an information. That would be a very long story. I digress. 

I hate you premarital sex! I hate you lust! I hate you libido! You ruin lives!

Then again, we didn’t know what to do. We have no choice. So, that makes it two babies. Quite cool, huh? Synchronized crying. Synchronized poopoo and pee. Arrghhh. Sorry little angels, but I have to say this. I hate babies! I just don’t know. Maybe because I don’t want to touch their delicate and fragile bones, their soft skin, their soft head (?), or even to hear their cry. These are signs of weakness. And, I hate being weak. Babies remind me of my inner self. Char!

But I love kids. I love it when they start to walk and talk. I love it when they giggle for small things. Run here, run there. Talk here, and talk there. For me, these are signs of strength. Signs of trying to live. Struggling to survive. Kids remind me of who I want to be. care. hehe.

Grey’s Anatomy.Well, I have spent free time reading Grey’s Anatomy Script. Yeah. From Season 1 to Season 4. All the Episodes. That’s quite a lot, I know. I enjoy it. Really. I love it when they say morphine, barbital, demerol, cardiothoracic, neuro, psych, neonatal, mesenteric teratoma, tumor, cancer, necrotic bacteria, flu, syphilis, and all other medical terms. Somehow, that made me want to become a doctor. A surgeon at that. 10-blade scalpel. Suction. Drill. Suture. Whip stitch. Aren’t they wonderful? That’s why I got hooked up reading the script. I hate you Grey’s Anatomy. That’s because you make me build castles in the air! I hate you because you make me feel so frustrated in life that I want to practice surgery on my own brain! Toinkz.

Breakups. Okay. The word says it all.

New Projects. Yeah. I’m busy. I love new assignments. They make me think that life isn’t that boring after all. So, keep ’em comin’.

Caffeine. I did not have coffee or coke, lately. Abstinence. A vow of celibacy (?). Kidding. The absence of caffeine makes me feel like got out of the wrong side of the bed. Bad-hair day. So, I wouldn’t be in the mood to blog. Somehow, I want to have my own vending machine. What do you think? A good idea!

Well, life is like a Rubik’s Cube. There are innumerable wrong twists and turns. But when you get it right, it looks perfect no matter which side you look at.

Now, I remain alive. And I’m back in the game. Isn’t that great? I don’t think so.

Rain, Rain, Go Away!

October 24, 2007

I must have been paranoid, thinking of what to write. Honestly, I don’t have anything in mind except the thought of me, having a soak in the rain yesterday. The weather was not fine enough for working out of doors. It was raining cats and dogs.

I really hate rain. Besides the fact that it makes me shiver, it turns my white shirt to brown. It makes people stupid as well. Imagine, a guy who was about to get off the jeepney opened his umbrella just before he barreled through the door. The result, he wasn’t able to get out. A stupid woman followed the man and did the same thing. Wasn’t it ridiculous? (A man who stumbles at the same stone twice is a fool. She’s a woman, anyway.)She must have seen the man who was stuck in the door, trying to block his way with his own umbrella. No excuses! Then, another woman realized that she should not open her umbrella before she gets out, so she didn’t do it. Unconsciously, she got off the vehicle and forgot to open her umbrella anymore. She ended up getting soaked in the rain. How stupid can they get? “Geez, those are stupid reactions. I was dumbstruck,” I told myself, laughing under my teeth.

Another stupid thing a man did was bang his coin to stop the jeepney within the junction box. Unknowingly, the stupid driver, after hearing the clang, stopped the jeepney making all other cars blew their horns horridly making my eardrums split. That’s why I hate rain! Does the rain make people not use their mind and react so idiotically? Does it really have to do with rain or people are just stupid in their own ways?

When we arrived at the stop, everyone was running to the tips of their toes, including myself. I ran like a ninja, floating on the mud-covered streets. It took me like ten quick seconds to reach SM’s hallway. My hair was wet and I saw polka dots on my shirt caused by raindrops. I hate the time when the people looked at me in bewilderment. It as if they saw “basang sisiw” in the desert. So, I wiped every droplet on my skin and made myself dry. But, I couldn’t escape the people’s conclusions because of the spots on my shirt were perceptible. They were strong pieces of evidence that I was drenched in rain. To hell with them, I flaunted it. I made it to the point that it looked like designs on my shirt. I didn’t mind their suspecting eyes, though I wanted to poke them with Jollibee fork I was holding that time. I stayed for long and the air conditioner dried up my shirt, eradicating the flecks. Gawd, I hate you rain!

And oh, by the way, rain makes the population of Philippines go up. So, you should also hate rain like I do, unless you want to see bunch of kids hanging on a jeepney, singing Jingle Bells in mid-October. 😀

coffee break…

October 10, 2007

I hate coffee! I will hate coffee! I started guzzling coffee when I was in first year high school and now, I cant get rid of it. And do you have any idea why I hate it? It is because it doesn’t keep me awake! Even if I pour one or two spoonful of its coarse granules, my eyelids still felt like one or two kilograms heavier than a sack of rice. I felt like coffee is adding weight to my eyeballs and makes me feel like a zombie. I want my coffee black, but I always feel like I’m in my bed floating with all the feathers tickling me. It feels like dreaming about the wonderland, death, sex and all other sweet dreams (keeping it dry, though 😀 ).

I don’t care if people from Ethiopia would hate me from loathing their one and only bean. Well, I’ll tell them that they’re not sleepy when they discovered coffee. And that, they’re not used to its bitter taste. And that, they were just surprised when they first touched their tongue to that bean. And that, it’s not really working as stimulant. And that, it doesn’t open my eyes like that of The Grudge’s. Well, for once, it did. I’m sorry.

I once love coffee, but now nah-ah! Promise, from now on, I will never drink coffee. Just once! Or, I’ll have coke. It’s sparkling effect on my stummy will keep me awake, I think. Oh gawd, I need caffeine very badly. Else, you’d hear a spindly human being snore like a piggy bank. Do piggy banks snore? Waaahh! See what coffee did to me? It is giving me hallucinations and all the four-times-heart-pumping imaginations. Even from a single beep from my phone, I freak out. Really! It feels like the Ethiopian ghosts who discovered coffee wants to have me tormented or something. Now, that will surely keep my eyes open. Maybe, that’s how coffee really works – keeping you awake by making you nervous to tips of your heart every nanosecond. Well, I’d say that works for me.

I’ll drink coffee and in a day or two, I’ll be in a mental ward.