The last person I’d want to be stuck in an elevator is my doppelganger! OMG! She won’t look presentable at all — no make-up to hide the blemishes of her combination skin and uneven skin complexion, no sense of style for hair (which was cut too short that it makes her looks “boyish”),clothing (which is really meant for the senior citizens) and accessories (which doesn’t match with her mostly gold jewelry and one stainless steel watch she ever owned), and no perfume, meaning I’d smell her malodorous presence as would a devil (or the aromatic smell coming from my favorite garlic and onion).
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Topic #92: Who is the last person you’d want to be stuck in an elevator with? And why?
Tag: personal
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20110402-Daily Post
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20110328-My Bad
“Don’t let anything bother you!” advised Maw tonight while I massaged her painful muscles. “Why? Are you worried about me? If so, you do care but you need to take care of yourself first.”
“But I do worry and take things personally. That’s why at night you’d hear me “gnashing my teeth” — the sounds of crunchy peanuts.” I replied to the “teacher”.
You see, it’s my paternal trait. We do NOT like to be clowned. We will blame you for pointing out our faults. If it weren’t for these “human-made” laws, we’d use our weapons very well, without fear and without remorse. It’s typical of our “bayan”: So don’t tread on us.
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20110328-My Bad
It’s amazing how generous the client allows us usage of internet time. It’s also quite suspicious considering they are supposed to be known internationally. I wouldn’t be surprised if the cubicle slaves monitor my activities online. That’s good because their activities are being tracked by, you guessed it, TPTB!
Maybe, I’m the problem and don’t know how to say the right words, laugh at the appropriate time or know genuine humor of “humans” from the more satirical side of “demonically possessed”. I’m still learning the dynamics of teamwork and trying my best to get along with different personalities. My social skills are still poor because I’m an introvert. And because of my bad hearing, my understanding of normal conversation is fair.
Whatever is going on, I’m left clueless and mostly speechless. By keeping most identities anonymous, that practice ensures privacy issues are still intact and that freedom of speech is still valid under the 1st Amendment of the U.S. Constitution. Plus, blogging keeps frustrated people like me from going insane during these friggin’ down times at this “temp job from hell”!
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20110325-My Bad
For the most part, my weblog is about clowning others, portraying them less significantly as using the toilet daily. In this “segment”, I shall title these post entries as “My Bad” to designate my dark side — bad and ugly and everything else not loving or light-hearted. Bahaha!
Let’s see. Where do I start? What do you expect from a spoiled brat whose got a good life, raised by loving parents and didn’t struggle much except experience “body dysmorphic disorder”, meaning I hate how I view myself in the mirror and expect nothing but perfections of the resounding “ooo’s” and “ahh’s” from others?
Well, according to those who are already married (or divorced) and have children, they admitted to preferring to remain single and childless. Touche! I say! The grass is greener on my side of the spikey fence! And yet here I am making too much noise online. No one really cares except the trolls and pals.
Although TPTB took away my freedom financially and will pay their karmic dues in hell’s eternal fire and brimstone, I will proclaim being more than a millionaire spiritually. I’m still trying to deny ignorance and breaking free from fear of being without money, food and a home. And true freedom is knowing the truth.
And since I’ve already been giving my answers beyond quantum physics in various forms, thanks in part to my prayers, intentions and promises, to hell with the rest of you! I cannot explain since mere words cannot describe the advanced technology employed by the military and government.
So if the rest of you want to mark your territories and make a big stink to prove your worth, y’all wasting your time. My time is well spent humoring myself via this weblog at the expense and true-to-life experiences of others surrounding my airspace.
Just die. I mean it. You’ll be happier and in heaven. Everything else is a joke. In the meantime, I’m going on another break — walking to get another mug of hot water to further “melt” the hot chocolate swill lying on the bottom.
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20110324-Me Smart
I’m smart. But today and for most of my life, I’m a dummy. My comprehension has been compromised, thanks to my bad DNA and clogged arteries, which are supposed to be clear to transport vital oxygen via my red blood cells.
My stupidity has been further apparent after I hit my head many times and fell down twice flat on my back and once on my side, knocking me almost unconscious. The anger within has risen as a result. Usually injury to the head does that to a person.
So there you have it. Me smart, now.
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20110313-Me Fugly
About six days ago, I had accidentally turned on my webcam. Lo and behold, I saw my face: It was frowning! The “laugh lines” around my mouth has become more pronounced. And thanks to gravity, I no longer have the will or strength to keep the corners of my mouth from turning downward! That’s right! My face is sagging and my smile is unhappy!
I looked at my hair! I hate my hair! I want it long again! My forehead with too long — it looks like a damn dome! I need my bangs to grow back so I could hide my high forehead. (For the Chinese, a high forehead is auspiciously “good luck”.) The waves in my hair make the part of my hair crooked! The bangs will not conform to hide my forehead well!
I hate my ears and need long hair to hide these damn shriveled things! No wonder I’m not feeling good! Something doesn’t look good: It’s my appearance! I’m fat and ugly, too! My upper arms are flapping in the wind. My skin has an uneven tone and it’s hairy too! I don’t like what I see! But I cannot help to feel yucky inside! Yucky! Yucky! Yucky!
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Challenge: Conduct an interview for your blog
Challenge: Conduct an interview for your blog
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Below is a mock interview to myself:1. Can you tell us a little about yourself?
Click here to read the answer.
2. How you first got involved in with blogging?
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3. What do you find most challenging about blogging about your topic?
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4. Tell me about some of the people you’ve met while working on your blog?
Click here to read my answer.
5. How would (someone) describe your blogging style?
Click here to read my answer.
6. What do you do when you aren’t working on your blog?
I either dream or pray: Click pages on dreams and religious.
7. Are you a full time blogger? How did you get into blogging and why?
I’m not a full-time blogger but rather a “part-time pain in the butt” (per a cool T-shirt). Click here to read the answer.
8. What networking do you do that you feel helps your blogging business?
I don’t actively network but rather operate behind the scenes.
9. How do you keep coming up with material/content for your blog? Many people struggle with coming up with different articles/posts and they only have one blog.
My sources vary from current events via news articles online to ideas from DailyPost.wordpress.com. Depending on the nature of each blog entry, one day I’ll feel moody and blog with much pessimism. Other times, I’ll be feeling great and blog about the beauty of nature.
10. Whats your strategy with your blog in general?
There is no real strategy other than “blogging on the go”. Whenever random thoughts occur and depending on how sharp my memory, I’d blog as much as possible. As long as there is eletricity, the computer and the internet, the more I blog, the higher my blog stats. It’s that simple. I thrive on my imaginery audience.
11. Do you think Pagerank plays a vital role in a blog’s life?
I never heard of Pagerank.
12. What would you prioritize? Content? SEO? Traffic? Readers?
I love traffic. By that I mean when there are readers that means my contents are rather good enough. I don’t know what is a “SEO”.
13. What’s the best thing a blogger can give to his readers?
By blogging, I’m sharing a part of me — a piece of my mind. And depending on how influential my blogs, sometimes peace is good. Other times, my mind is at war with information overload. A blogger can provide some perspective in reality.
14. A lot of people are interested in blogging for the money earning potential. What are some tips for people interesting in making money from blogging? What are some realistic expectations in regards to what can be made?
I don’t blog for money. You will have to ask the experts. Mine is done purely for fun and entertainment. And for those who know me and what is really going on with this world, there contains deeper meanings in my blog entries.
15. Do you think Pagerank plays a vital role in a blog’s life?
Once again, I don’t care to know what is this Pagerank.
16. What has been your strategy for creating visibility to yourself and your blog?
Once again, there is no strategy. Blogging can be anonymous, which I why I could blog just about anything. Why would anyone want to blog about their privacy when family, friends and, yes, current and future employers could lurk online and learn too much unnecessary details? It’s not worth the risk at all.
17. What was the most challenging moment in your blog content development process and why?
Depending on the blogger and the writing skills, getting started is the most challenging aspect of blogging. Writer’s block get in the way and so does the occassional brain burping in the middle of sentences. Sometimes that happens.
18. Everyone has a favorite/least favorite post. Name yours and why?
My favorite posts are social issues. Politics are included. But my least favorite post are interpersonal dramas with family, friends and co-workers. My views are more general and broad, by the way.
19. What’s your take on sponsored reviews?
I don’t know why anyone would want to review my blog. It’s at best amateur.
20. Name some of the bloggers whom you look up to and why?
I don’t look up to any blogger. It’s a creepy factor to put a complete stranger high up on a pedastal and worship that person as a god or guru. As a matter of fact, I look down on some of their views, especially when it is too far-fetched to believe.
21. If someone was interested in blogging, what would be a few things you would suggest?
- Sign up with WordPress.com.
- Keep your blog private until you feel it’s the right time to go public.
- Determine if you want to blog anonymously as a pen name or let the whole world know about your private activities under your agent name.
- Keep your blog focused on at least one topic or one purpose.
- Update your “About” page and “Hello world!”
- Add a new post and start blogging!
- Important: Review TOS and learn netiquette.
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20110211-More Spooks
During mass this morning, a couple sat down behind my parents, not normally but today they did. They look like ordinary, friendly couples and greeted my parents in the parking lot en route to the church. But my protective, spider-sense would be tingling about the two.
The old lady looks Hawaiian but greeted a normal, burly Mexicano in Spanish. The old guy is Filipino with white hair, too. She is thinner. He is taller. They came to my parents during the Christmas morning celebration and talked. The old lady was very inquisitive of my parents’ background. The old lady didn’t speak Filipino, by the way. You could see her eyeballs barely protruding out — an early sign of thyroid problems.
I got pissed because I expected the two old farts to say to me: “Peace Be With You”. They did to my parents. I mumbled under my breath: “Bitch” when I looked twice to see if she would look but wouldn’t. I flicked her off by scratching behind my right ear. Then when we were turning to line up to receive the Eucharist, she cleared her throat very loudly that I immediately cleared mine loudly, too. Of course, Maw got startled in front of me.
I also was about to scratch my right buttock and flick her off again but controlled myself. As I rounded the far-left aisle of the church, I saw Manong Ben grin at me. He was looking at me sideways to his left. I looked at him and said in my mind: “Crazy people”.
Then I saw a Gook look at me. Usually, these type of people have “strong senses”, too. And she turned around and looked at me long and hard. From her her seven o’clock position, she continued to look at me but gave me second look. I told her in my mind that you’re crazy too and flicked her off with my left finger by scratching my left temple. Her eyes are beady, her face and nose are long and her hair is slightly curly and sheen today but usually disheveled.
So one day, I’d like to proclaim to the former usher that people at my local parish are all nutters! All religious zealots are nutters from fundamentalist Jews, Christians and Islamic forces alike! These people keep praying to the air!
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childhood crushes…
While all the reindeers played,
one was left out in the cold
of winter, ice and snow.But the sun always
shined for her.
And in its ray,
she made hand puppets.No one could hurt
her shadow friends
no matter how much
they stomped on her.Reference: Sponsored by the Letter ‘F’
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first for everything…
First Kiss
A second chance
in life came from
a machine that
filled her lungs with
fresh, warm air.First Car
No horse powered her ride,
except in the arms
of her loving parents.First Love
An agreement was made
between two parties to
love and so was
a testiment of
their firstborn child.
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20110205-Daily Post
For a person, it was a spook — tall, blond hair and blue eyes! He and I would have gotten married but he was smelly, like a dirty rat, just like all the other Reptilians I’ve encountered all my life.
For a thing, it would have been my lost teddy bear. It was no ordinary teddy bear. He was small, soft and cuddly. His fur was like that of a tiger — black and orange. His eyes were black as two buttons and his nose was a small and round. Plus he had whiskers, too! But I’ve lost him long ago at the vile hands of a sneaky baby sitter!
For an idea, it would have been a God or at least a God-like person or guru, who knew me inside and out! That’s right! It’s someone who mirrors my inner soul, not someone who physically looks, dresses or acts like me, but someone who knows my purpose in life, wants and desires and is able to fulfill my every needs, such as cooking, cleaning and plucking my gray hairs.
For anything else, it’s my hopes and dreams for everything else not yet imagined. That’s redefining a void in my heart and creating something out of nothing — to recapture that which has been lost — the interest in loving and to love in return. Pooh!
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Topic #37: Describe the one who got away. It could be a person, a thing, an idea, anything. -
20110120-Daily Post
My laugh sounds loud and hearty enough to echo and resonant within the uninsulated ceiling and stucco walls at home and mostly done out of insecurity about subject matters, uncertainty to people’s reactions, bad timing to stories and in response to tasteless jokes. Since no one at home really laughs out loud like I do, the sound of “Aha!” from the back of my throat definitely sounds similar to Paw. The rest of my laughter may be from Maw.