Murphy’s Law in my random day

It is true! FML.

Last friday, we had our practice marathon in rockwell as a preparation for the Run for Pasig 2011. Who would have thought you need to practice running. Who doesn’t know how to run anyway? I want to know. We had to jog around powerplant five times which was weird cos I only registered for 3K in RfP2011. Mas mahaba pa yung practice keysa sa actual? Namaaan.

In exchange for waking up early and getting tired, we get to have a half day offset. Fair enough. 

So night before, I prepared my things for the jog. I slept a bit tipsy (different story) and prayed that I’d have the willpower to wake up early. There were countless of times that willpower failed me so I really need divine intervention here, big time. Just before sleeping, the last thought I had was Murphy’s law. I had no energy so I didn’t bother panicking. What’s Murphy’s law? Google it.

God was extra nice that day, he let me woke up at 4:00am. Spent 30minutes self-pitying for waking up early then hit the shower at 4:30am. Five o’ clock I was on my way to Makati. Time management. Bow.

I rode a jeep from Dimasalang to Dapitan, then Dapitan to Espana. So far so good. Until I felt for my pocket. At anak ng pokemion oh! My wallet was missing, not sure if it was stolen or I left it. After cursing everyone I saw, I had no choice but to return home.

And this is where Murphy decided to make himself known.

Dear God, when I asked if my day could get any worse it was hypothetical question, not a challenge.

My money was 16pesos (which I spent in the ride already) and 1k (inside my bag which is for emergency purposes). Nakakahiya naman magbayad ng 1k sa jeep. So I had no choice but to walk/jog/run from Espana to Dimasalang to get my extra money (and hopefully my wallet). It took me 15minutes. Good thing, my wallet was there. No more time, I decided to ride the taxi instead. 

The marathon was fun. More of walk than jog, had a free breakfast and got to wash after. 

I availed the offset in the afternoon and went to Moonlit bazaar with friends. Great food, great place, overpriced things (demmit!). The best was prolly that old music player which the owner said was owned by Gen. MacArthur. He played it and I got a little bit creeped out. Parang may sumpa yung player, pang horror movie lang.

Then went to UST afterwards to train debate.

All in all it was a fun day.

Updateee.

Sorry, I wasn’t able to update as much as I used to. So busy at work. Well, not really cos all I did was listen and sit. They call it “the learning curve”, I call it “pa-chill chill lang muna chong, not complaining” mode. Iloveit.

Today we had our tour in Rockwell. We visited the Grove, West Block, RBC and the model units. Listened to a three-hour lecture about “communication” and “proper attire” in Rockwell. LOL Plus a talk from the VP, she discussed how to excel in the workplace (i.e. promotion and foreign trips). I like her, she’s so great! I feel so at home with the company already, everyone is so nice. Ang kapal ko mag-feeling kahit three weeks palang! LOL

I’m so tired. My feet hurt. Bye.

HappyLife

I was lucky. I discovered early on that happiness is a choice, that it is not permanent and that it’s not equated with money.

I did things that would make me happy. I partied, I got drunk, I arrived late in class just for the sake of being late. I watch porn, I masturbate, I don’t attend mass just because don’t feel like it. I randomly comment on statuses of elementary classmates I haven’t seen for ten years. I text people I miss them, I tell my parents I love them and I call my friends just to tell them I hate their name. I got drunk inside the campus, I tried smoking, I say fuck you to authority. I wake up late even if there’s work. I pay double in the jeep because it’s pay day. I stare unashamedly to my crush. I flirt because I know true love will come anyway. I randomly jump from serious to jovial thinking. I read the Economist magazine yet I watch pokemon. I laugh and I debate. I hate religion yet I pray for the betterment of the world at night. I know how fvcked up life can be but I know how great it can be too.

This is my life. I choose to be happy.

Not a bad day.

Spent the day

• sitting idly
• reading matter
• counting
• observing passers-by (self-guessing if they have sociopathic tendencies by their walking style)
• watching Efren Bata Reyes play billiards live (against an american player)
• bought a wheat bread cos I’m trying to be health conscious
• i just love bullets (not the ampatuan definition)

<icarepromise>How was your day?</icarepromise>

Tiresome.

This day was tiresome (or is it tiring?).

Anyway, I woke up late and moved so slowly that I was three hours late. OMFG. We were all supposed to meet and debate at 8am inside the Civil Law. My teammate sent me lots of text messages asking where I am. I answered nagbibihis na then went back to sleep. I got there around 11am. FML.

We debated about incest, robots, ugliness, magical schools and many more esoteric topics.

I’m so tired I’m just rambling in this post.

I’m so tired I can’t even finish this sente

Buhay buhay.

Nagising ako ngayong araw ng maaga. Sa sobrang aga, mga 30 minutes bago ang alarm. Pero dahil kailangan sundin ang schedule natulog ulit ako. Kailangan kasi gigising ako sa alarm eh 6:30am pa yun. Balik sa pagkakatulog.

Tumunog yung alarm, snooze button agad. Tumunog ulit, snooze button ulit. Hanggang sa 7am na ako nagising. Wala akong coins so kailangan kong bumaba at bumili sa store ng pagkain para masuklian ako. Sinubukan ko na kasing magpabarya, wala daw sila. Nung bumili naman ako, meron. Ewan ko sa kanila. Baka ako ang mali.

Naligo ako, matagal. Nakalimutan ko kasi yung lyrics ng breakeven habang nagshoshower kaya nagsayang ako ng maraming oras kaka-isip ng lyrics. Nakuha ko rin pero yun, napatagal ako sa loob.

Dali daling nagbihis at nagpabango. Kinuha ang baon sa first floor at sumakay papuntang Greenhills. 

Walang nagawa ang “personal schedule” ko, late pa rin ako. Sheeeet.

Love, world, random.

I woke up today and the first thing I thought was, OMFG I’m not doing anything worthwhile in my life. So off I go … to Iraq! Kidding, I like working in the magazine but I want something new. Maybe I need to fall in love.

The world, as usual, is in disarray. The Sri Lankan government is becoming evil. It recently enacted a draconian law for terror suspects. Too bad, I kinda like the Tamil Tigers.  Meanwhile, Muammar Gaddafi vows to fight till the end in the Libyan war. Just assassinate him NATO, you lousy-outdated-bully-organization, move! The chinese Quran are littered with errors according to the Quran oversight office. PNoy joked during his visit in Beijing that his lovelife has turned from coke regular to coke zero. People tried to laugh. He is the President after all. 

Then I thought if Karma is real. Like, if you do good, good things will come and vice versa. Then I decided it’s not true.

The Greeks got it right in their tragedy stories. For the Greeks, real tragedies are circumstances that happen to a person (usually an important one) that is wholly undeserved for its harshness. Like a king who was stabbed by his wife or a son who was disowned by his father because his step mother committed suicide or daughters murdering their father believing it can bring him everlasting youth. Tragedies happen no matter how good you are as a person.

In the word of modern rap, world’s fvcked up yo!

Pelias’s daughters cutting him up into pieces and putting his body parts into a cauldron to be rejuvenated.