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Bloghopping

As a newbie on Weblog, I decided to bloghop on Filipino bloggers hoping for their profundity to rub off on me. After several blogsites I have gathered several facts about blogging...

♥ most blogs are either deleted or outdated

♥ most blogs were not created because bloggers don't know what to do with their spare time. They actually have a cause - be it politics, religion, environment, animals, traveling, music, family, or food.

♥ there are blogs that reveals the blogger's character and emotions.

♥ there are blogs that diss other bloggers

♥ some blogs receive donations for their site thru paypal

♥ blogs that use video recordings are called vlogs

♥ having a blogsite is a good way of finding new friends... or lovers

♥ there are numerous blogsite domains to choose from but the most used are (aside from .net and .com sites) blogspot, wordpress, and live journal. I'm still not sure if multiply should be included here.

♥ the blog title either describes the blogger or the site. or both

♥ anything can happen on blogging

Now, some bitter realizations on my blog...

♥ I have no cause. I am part of the some that created a blog just because. Reading all those blogs made my blog a shaaaallow blog. Which made ME feel like a shaaaallow blogger, which is SOOOOO opposite of the real me. Hey, I can write all those deep stuff about politics or religion or whatever! I'm just not... into it right now. Sheeesh.

♥ I'll try to add other bloggers on my site. Who knows, maybe Nurse Jonald is also a blogger. Like I said, anything can happen *wink*

♥ I still don't know how to write words with overhead underline something. It's still one of the mysteries of cyber-life for me.

♥ this post will be my 5th this month. And at the rate I'm going, I bet there's one reader out there who's itching to support my senseless endeavor thru monetary assistance. Hmmm... now how do I add that paypal sidebar application here...

Nurse Jonald

Our love story began on the 5th floor of a public hospital. The first time I laid eyes on his short, shiny, curly hair and clear functional eyeglasses and blue mysterious mask, I knew that he's the one. My heart stopped beating normally. It started beating louder and in a romantic rhythmic manner. Butterflies started flapping their wings crazily. Sweat on my forehead was building up. The signs... THE SIGNS!!!!

OH MY GULAY! This is it! This is really IS it! The moment I secretly sing, "I think I'm in-love... I thin I'm in-looooove..... with yoooouuuuuu....."

As destiny permits, Nurse Jonald was one of the nurses attending to my lolo on the fifth floor. But why, oh why, did it had to be the day when I intentionally not put any make-up on? Destiny is playing with me. Here I am, in front of my prince charming, and I look like crap. Greeeeeaaat. But I guess he didn't notice how crappy looking I was since he talked to me..

Nurse Jonald: (While checking for my lolo's blood pressure) Nagwowork ka na ate?

Lazy B: (Gulay naman oh. ATE????!!!!) um... naghahanap pa po.

Nurse Jonald: Ah. Ano bang natapos mo?

Lazy B: (Uy... getting personal...) Political Science po. Kaya medyo mahirap humanap ng work.

Nurse Jonald: Ok lang yan. Mahirap talaga humanap ng trabaho. Pahinga muna noh..

Lazy B: (Shit. Ang labo ng ID nya. Hindi ko makita yung apelyido.) Oo nga po eh.

Nurse Jonald: Pag malapit nang maubos yung dextrose ni lolo, pakitawag na lang ako sa nurse's station ha.

Lazy B: (Ok. Cell number mo o kaya landline? Para madali kitang matawag.) Ok. Salamat.

Yun na yun? Oh Jonald, Jonald, Jonald... Why did you not ask for my number? or friendster add? Are you shy because my lolo was there? Don't be. I'm sure he'll understand. Why were you so torpe? I am trying to be conservative here. Please don't make it hard for me.

Now that my lolo's out of the hospital, there is little chance for us to continue what was supposed to happen. *sigh* Don't worry my dear, our conversation of love will forever linger on my mind...

bilingual sports announcers

While watching NBA finals with my whole family, my grandmother asked in her most innocent tone...

Nanay: Bakit marunong silang magtagalog?

hehe. Bakit nga ba? =p

22

I have less than 30 minutes to go to my interview appointment at Ayala. On the second jeep I rode, an unfortunate event happened...

Place: Along Kalayaan avenue, Makati City

Characters: Mr. Driver, Mr. Nice, Ms. Righty, Ms. Confused, Ms. Late (me).

Setting: Mr. Nice was seated in front of the jeep. Ms. Confused was seated on the left side while Ms. Late and Ms. Righty were on the right side.

Along the way, Ms. Righty gave her fare to Mr. Driver. Since I was near the entrance of the jeep, I asked Ms. Righty to pass my fare of P50.00 to Mr. Driver. Ms. Confused also gave her fare to Mr. Driver. As accustomed to the unwritten code of giving changes, Mr. Driver first gave Mr. Nice his change since he was the first one to give his fare. He also gave my change of P42.00. Ms. Confused thinking it was her fare, asked Mr. Driver for her change..

Ms. Confused: Manong yung sukli po sa isang singkwenta?

Mr. Driver: Ilan po itong bente?

Ms. Confused: Singkwenta po yung pera ko.

At this point, seeing that there IS a commotion building up, Mr. Driver stopped the jeep along the road. Patiently, Mr. Driver explained the situation...

Mr. Driver: Eto lang kasi yung pera dito, dalawang singkwenta at isang bente. Yung isang singkwenta siya yung nagbigay (looking at Mr. Nice). Yung isang singkwenta at bente, galing na dito yan sa likod.

Ms. Righty: Sa kanya yung singkwenta (looking at Ms. Late). Sigurado ako dun kasi ako yung nag-abot.

Ms. Late: Akin po yung singkwenta.

Ms. Confused: Singkwenta din po pera ko.

Ms. Righty: Hindi. bente lang pera mo miss. Sure ako dun. Nakita ko bente lang yung binigay mo. Bente lang talaga miss.

Ms. Confused: Hindi po, singkwenta talaga pera ko kasi sukli yan sakin sa taxi.

Mr. Nice: Baka naman mali yung sukli sa inyo sa taxi.

Ms. Confused: Hindi, kasi tinignan ko pa nga yun eh.

Mr. Driver: Bente lang talaga yung isang pera. Kung susuklian kita, abonado pa ko nyan. P22.00 pa abono ko. Bigay ko na lang sa yo yung pera mo tapos wag ka na lang magbayad.

Ms. Confused: Singkwenta talaga pera ko.

Ms. Righty: Hindi miss. Bente talaga.

Ms. Late: Bente po talaga. Nakita ko din po kasi yun yung binigay nyo.

Ms. Righty: Hindi naman namin siya kaanu-ano kaya bakit naman namin siya kakampihan. Bente lang talaga miss. Hindi naman kami nagsisinungaling.

Ms. Confused: (Looking for her money in her pockets) Hindi rin naman ako nagsisinungaling. Singkwenta talaga pera ko. Kasi yan yung sukli sa kin sa taxi.

Ms. Righty: Hindi talaga miss. Bakit naman kami magsisinungaling... Kasi miss tignan mo, bariya lang yung kinikita niya tapos magaabono pa siya.

Ms. Confused: Singkwenta talaga...

Ms. Righty: Bente lang talaga miss. Baka mali sukli sa inyo nung taxi. (To Mr. Driver) Bente talaga yun. Siya na may problema dun kasi mali sukli sa kanya. Problema na nya yun. Ibigay nyo na lang ho yung pera nya.

Mr. Driver: O miss, sila nagsabi nyan. Sila nakakita. Ibibigay ko nalang pera mo. (Getting the P20.00) O, eto...

Ms. Righty: O, ayan oh (She got the bill and put it on Ms. Confused's lap).

Mr. Nice: O, eto miss, hati na lang tayo (He gave Ms. Confused P10.00).

Ms. Confused: Hindi, may pera naman ako.

Ms. Righty: (Got the P10.00 and put it on Ms. Confused's lap) eto oh.

In the end, Mr. Driver lost P8.00 fare of Ms. Confused but it's better than paying P22.00 as her change. Ms. Confused still thinks her money was P50.00. She's not very happy about it. Mr. Nice lost P10.00 since he gave it to Ms. Confused to make her feel better but it did not work. Ms. Righty continued to talk to someone over her mobile phone. Ms. Late was late for 15 minutes. But she has a gut feeling she'll get the job.

Here I go again

Tada!

My nth blog for the nth time. Actually, I don't know what to write on this first post. Writing is one of my weak points. I have to wait for the bulb over my head to light up or my heart to burst an artery before I do magic with my keyboard. I'm such a retard at this.

Be patient with me.