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Two years ago today, I had no inkling that in less than three months, Poodle would be dead, and everything would fall apart. The last time I visited Poodle’s gravesite was on the 17th, Lola’s death anniversary. It just felt like the place to go, for some reason. Today, I needed a quick fixer-upper (I’ve been having anxiety attacks lately), so I decided to visit Cute Overload — my happy place. And I saw that hamster in the photo above. More cuteness inside. Read the rest of this entry »
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As if it was ever in doubt, the latest media frenzy over Mike Arroyo’s health finally puts to rest the issue of whether or not he is a public personality. Gripped as I was over his ordeal — yes, that’s 3 parts sarcasm right there — I can only conclude that the First Gentleman is as much a public figure as Kris Aquino ever was. And even less entertaining.
Seems he’s well on his way to a full recovery, which brings up talk of “masamang damo” but that’s just in really poor taste, isn’t it? Then again, if ever there’s a bastion of poor taste, I’m it. Kicking a man when he’s down isn’t just despicable; it’s easy. I mean, I hate to do it, he’s right there, on the ground, right beside my foot. Sometimes resisting the temptation is all I can bear.
But my, they’ve spun this one quite well, haven’t they? Ermita must be grinning from ear to ear with all the sympathy and well-wishes headed GMA’s way. Even hard-core oppositionists are “praying” for Jose Pidal’s — err Mike Arroyo’s — speedy recovery. After all, there’s nothing enlightened or praiseworthy about being an asshole, and Alan Peter and Ping can afford to be gallant.
I can’t, though. I couldn’t care less what happens to the First Gentleman, and I’d be a hypocrite if I said I wish him well. You see, several things keep coming back to me that get in the way of me going all humanitarian. Araw ng Kagitingan just came and went, albeit a victim of the long holiday apathy for some. But for me, it is a yearly reminder — righly so — of our veteran’s heroism and sacrifice. And of the shoddy way the government has treated them. I had a grandfather who died of an aneurysm. He was a veteran. So no, I can’t really sympathize with Mike Arroyo. Color me illogical, but add a dash of I-don’t-give-a-flying-shag too.
So there.
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A couple of days ago my mother had a panic attack, thanks to a friend speculating that I had diabetes. Seems he noticed that I went to the li’l boys room a bit too often, but never factored in the fact that I drink copious amounts of water (over 3L a day) and the inordinate amount of Vitamin C I intake. As a result, I am on a coke diet — despite having normal blood sugar levels. Better safe than sorry, they say. But darnit, I miss my coke fix.
Another funny thing — it’s been noted by more than a couple of people, so I guess I’d better put it to rest — I am not on hiatus. Although I’d have to admit, it’d be very Jorge, quitting after winning. But no, to clarify, I meant to blog this Holy Week, but Prison Break got in the way. I still can’t believe it lasted two seasons, much less starting on it’s third this fall. Halfway through the first season I was like, come on! Get it over with! I mean, seriously, the amount of crap the inmates have gone through is insane, to the point of inanity. Season 3’s tagline may very well be Prison Break: Murphy’s Law. That said, it’s addictive! Some things:
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