spread the love, spread the virus

It’s quite a humiliation that I am the one getting a sore throat this time. All week long, I’ve been the one to pester and annoy my friends (three of them with the common fever + sore throat) that they’ve been hit with the A(H1N1) bug. To irritate them even further, I’ve always been the first to put out the alcohol when they’re around and make it known to their faces that they’re virus-carriers and ought to be avoided. Haha.

Of course they’re not really with the swine flu. I’ve just been having the greatest kick out of them –-it’s what great friends do, nay? I aggravate them, they retaliate, and that’s where the fun starts. It’s simply about playful bickering; sometimes it gets physical (what with the batukan, paluan and all) but nothing ugly that would send any of us to the emergency room of the infirmary. We love each other too much to inflict permanent damage, I suppose. :))

Nevertheless, driving each other barmy is still a mutually pleasurable deal to us all. So, when they had the fever and sore throat to boot, and I got to tease them to no end, I thought I was winning. Wrong. Because now that it’s my turn to have a sore throat, it gave my friends the orgasmic bliss for having the opportunity to get even with me. Durrr. Now, they’re laughing at me! Those smug little witches! Epic fail on my part, oh boohoo.

They got the last say –-Ara, particularly, got the last say:

"nel. pagtatawanan kita pag nagkasakit ka dahil promotor ka din sa pagkakalat na may swine flu kame!"

Why, nasty bitch*, hmpp. I could only hope this won't progress to a full-bloom flu.

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*bitch, over time, has become some sort of endearment among us. Nothing offensive, I assure you. :))

by extension

I hate cryptic posts; yet here I am, doing exactly that. Does that mean I hate myself, too?

Of course not! :)

CRS rocked!

Okay, so here again is my customary post about my enrollment and CRS. I WAS LUCKY –so damn lucky I got all my necessary subjects during the first run – FIRST RUN, imagine! It never happened to me before! And for that, I have nothing but love for the CRS Team. I love you, guys. More than words can wield the matter, dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty… Whoops, getting a tad carried away there. But seriously, while everybody (including most of my friends) was on the edge of resorting to violence and bloodshed just so they could have their heart-desired subjects, I was simply there consoling them but not without the air of my splendid SMUGNESS. Now it’s my turn to be the consoler rather than the consoled –and I liked it a lot. Wooot!

You see, our CRS team is a rather vile thing. It feeds on the miseries of the students; and for the past three years, I was one of its top victims. Durrr. I used to suffer fatally from having only two subjects out of my required six, so more often than not, I wound up doing the manual enlistment, other times e-prerog, both of which requiring non-human endurance and a barrel of patience: endurance and patience which I used to lack but eventually managed to master because of repeated experiences like waiting in long killer lines and standing for long killer hours. This semester, however, CRS, to my immense pleasure, was on my side, giving me all 15 units in one go! Yeehaw. Gratitude, CRS! ;)

nothing of grave importance

I’m simply enjoying this laid back Sunday. The weather is perfect. I guess the best way to make the most out of a rainy day is when you’re just at home lazing around, watching a cheesy movie or a silly sitcom, and making a pig out of yourself. Sigh. Yeah, I’ve been doing a lot of that as of late so consider yourself warned because the next time we meet I’d probably be sporting excess fats everywhere. My friend, in one of his brutally honest moods, even declared me ‘fat & bloated’ though I told him afterward that ‘adorably plump’ would be a better, more preferable, less tacky description. No?

Speaking of plump, the other day I was watching Bridget Jones’ Diary, though it was hilarious in general, I still couldn’t help but cringe every time she’s represented as this brainless-pretending-to-be-brainy, sex-crazed, miserable singleton, smoker, and alcoholic whose trip was to parade around in her knickers while running after this aloof, overbearing yet exceptionally hot bloke. That somehow sent my indignation flaming because not every female is silly like Bridget. Although I admit I was impressed by Renee Zellweger. How the fuck did she do that looking so sickeningly glamorous despite the fats? She put the bulimic, insect-thin models of runways to shame, honestly! Durrr…

lalala

Sharing this adorable video with that adorable animation.
And the song --well, it's from THE BEATLES, need I say more?

mindless musing and not

What do you think is the best way to please my mom?


a. for once, should I wake up early? (maybe it would make her happy to know that her daughter's body clock is not hopelessly abnormal)

b. bear hug

c. sexy lingerie

d. how about cleaning the house? (though my mom would not be tricked into believing this as long as our housekeeper is here)

e. erm, male stripper/s? (what and never mind my dad? this is suicide, I'm telling you)

f. breakfast in bed (that is, if I could get up in time for *breakfast*)

g. c and e (suicidal again)

h. I'm feeling generous --all of the above

i. oh, to hell with mothers' day --none of the above!



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Still,

HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!!!

The truth is, I don't have anything up my sleeve other than that bear hug above; but that doesn't make my greeting to my mom any less sincere and loving than if, by any chance, I really have that sexy lingerie for a gift.

for the header

I have a new header! A little nod to Wendy Cope. Before today, Being Boring is first a title of her poem from the book, If I Don't Know (2001). I realize that Mrs. Cope is someone who is very very (like super!) spiky when it comes to copyright infringement; and I could possibly get myself into trouble for what I am about to post. But please, please, please. Allow me to do this, just this one time. Ok? Don’t sue me. I’m just a penniless university student, who’s got nothing but a charming face to support myself should the responsible authority decide to take the legal action. So,

On with the poem:

If you ask me 'What's new?', I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it's better today.
I'm content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.

There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion-I've used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last,
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.

I don't go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don't need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I've found a safe mooring,
I've just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.

Light verse poems are cool. They're gay, and humorous, and fairly understandable by mere mortals.