So I recently got started on this whole running thing. It started out last year actually. After seeing some of my friends (Noelle, and a bunch of other people not on the internet) join a couple of marathons, I idly mused about the possibility of doing it myself just to see what it would be like. Apparently, the Universe heard me, and is holding me to that promise. I swear, the Universe has no sense of humor whatsoever. Also, arms; but that’s not the point of this post.
Anyway, running didn’t appear to be all that hard. I mean, I have been running since I was born (after food, away from dogs; then when I got older, away from cops). But then when I got started on the treadmill, no amount of imaginary burgers or hotdogs in front of me could get me to run for very long. So I had to redefine running to be “the act of walking at a pace fast enough to feel a slight breeze, but slow enough not to cause me any physical discomfort.”
I’d spend an hour or two working out like that and I was OK. (Let it be said that I have also redefined working out as “the act of spending the minimum amount of time in the gym so as not to let my gym membership go to waste, while not doing any real working out whatsoever.” I guess these months of “working out” at the gym have deluded me into thinking I was ready to join my first run.
I won’t even attempt to describe the event in words. Suffice it to say that while the weeks (or months if you’re my sister and mother) leading up to the wedding were very emotional, they couldn’t compare to the actual event.
It was a perfect wedding, and nobody deserved it more than my sister.
Congratulations Leah and Emer. We’ll try to keep mom and dad laughing while you’re on your honeymoon. But nobody can do it better than you. Come back soon.
Lunch offered me a selection of fried chicken and nilaga. Assessing the situation, I decided I needed to prioritize my options. I mean, while I fully intend to eat as much as I can from both dishes, I am going to have to face the fact that there is only so much awesomeness I can fit in my belly. Choices had to be made. HARD choices!
While chicken is always awesome, I have been having it on a semi regular basis thanks to the McDonald’s right outside my house. So nilaga it is. But not so fast! I do not want it to think that I’m too eager to eat it. Mind games like this needed to be handled delicately. You let it get the upper hand once, and next thing you know, you find yourself eating fried chicken everyday while thinking about the nilaga who up and left because it got it in its delicious, juicy head that it’s too good for you. ALL BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO EAGER!
It was Thursday, around 9:30 am and I’ve been at the MSI-ECS offices since 8:45 am. It’s been a daily routine since Monday : I’d arrive, wait for someone to notice me, ask for help, get told to wait, I do so, for an average of 30 minutes, and then told to go back the next day.
It all started when I accidentally short circuited my laptop’s keyboard last Sunday. It wasn’t my fault really. I mean, how was I supposed to know that water/juice/tea/coffee could do that to electronics? That kind of thing should me on the manual. Anyway, bgecause I was gbetting tired of typinhgb like thnis, I decided to have it fixed as soon as possible. A quick Google search revealed that MSI-ECS was the nearest authorized service center to me.
In conclusion, let me just say that Facebook doesn’t care if you hate the new layout or not. So I suggest you stop your bellyaching and get used to it, because chances are, you won’t have to use it for long.
I’ve always been fascinated by stand up comics, and while I enjoy all kinds, I prefer all those comics who can deliver killer one liners. Mitch Hedberg, Demetri Martin, and Mike Birbiglia (Youtube these guys, you won’t regret it) are just some of the many comedians I try to emulate whenever I Tweet and/or update my Facebook status.
Below are just a couple of the stuff I came up with that got generally positive reactions from my friends. Some of these are reactions to whatever’s going on in current events, and that dates these jokes. But I still believe that despite that, they can stand on their own:
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Sometimes, I like to leave a piece of chocolate lying around. And then take it away after a few minutes. Just to give ants false hopes.
I don’t believe in using knives. If that piece of meat is too big to fit in my mouth, then my mouth will have to be the one to adjust.
When Chavit Singson first met Che Tiongson, he said “I’d hit that.” And then he did.
I think the worst place to have an epileptic seizure is at a rave party.
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. But I don’t think it should be too cocky. It only had to beat two other meals.
It’s getting harder to meet new people now that they put dividers between urinals.
I can satisfy a room full of women at the same time. Just by leaving the room.
You know what sucks? Vacuum cleaners.
How the fuck am I supposed to read the Bible if these fuckers keep posting spoilers?
I finally found out guys’ equivalent to PMS, and it’s called “Credit Card Bill Day.”
Sometimes I wish I lived in a vacuum. I don’t mean in isolation, but an actual vacuum. That would be awesome.
While Twitter was down, I had a hard time telling random people what I had for breakfast.
I like my women like I like my coffee: full of drugs.
Wasn’t expecting a good turnout considering the nation buried its most beloved president just a few hours earlier. In fact, if I hadn’t bought the tickets months in advance, I would have chosen to just stay home and watch the internment.
Good thing I ended up coming anyway. The show was awesome, Trent Reznor was in top form, and they played most of my favorite songs. (I would have loved to have Happiness in Slavery included in the playlist, but you can’t have everything).
I also took several videos, unfortunately they can never see the light of day because some idiot (me) was singing over Trent and therefore ruined the videos.
Today we say goodbye to the adopted mother of the Filipino people. Goodbye Cory. You have always been a shining light for me. I’d like to say that you will always be with us. But knowing that you will no longer be physically with us is going to be very hard to get over.
You were a good mother to us. And now it’s time for us to strive to make you proud.
