The 3 Rs of Blogging

The internet is getting crowded and is becoming populated with a lot of activity. We’ve reached the point where we get cranky if we’re unable to check our emails, plurk or maybe do some online gaming during our breaks. 

Yes, we’re becoming so attached to our cyberlives that sooner or later reality will beckon. And we’ll have no idea what’s real and what’s not. Scary shit. No, maybe I’m just being paranoid.

But seriously, let’s just get back on track–on the subject of blogging. Blogging or wriiting an online journal is  easy as preparing a cup of coffee. I’m sure everyone has a blog by this time and are  even seriously making money out of it . Lucky bastards.

Writing is easy and won’t really be a pain in the ass once in a while if you’re not doing it for a living. So for people like me–who’s just one of those who just spreads havoc in the blogsphore- with rant fests—-blogging is primarily a hobby. 

There are blogs which I constantly  follow because most of their entries are really entertaining and sometimes it makes me  question my writing skills.  Their  posts are always fresh .And yet there are other blogs which, I felt like leaving a nasty comment. But then again, why should any of my opinion matter?

So being the wuss that I am, I just simply ignore it.  I’ve observed that lots of blogs practice the 3 Rs of blogging. In as much as you want to keep your ideas new and perhaps engaging, there comes a point when your creative juices run out. And you start to question the main purpose of maintaining a blog. There are times when you’re running low on mojo so you tend to:

1. REUSE - In my opinion, MEMEs are fun. You simply cut and paste the entry and replace them with your answers. No brainer. You can either have fun with it or take it seriously like the Math aptitude exam that I should have answer with utmost care but failed to do so because a.) I Hate Math. b.) I don’t do MATH.

It’s a simple deductive reasoning, you don’t do math. You skip the whole process and go straight to the solution. Nothing brilliant, just another post to pass the ongoing writer’s block or perhaps to break the ice because you’ve been posting alot of serious thoughts on what clothes to buy, where to shop, what gadgets to check out, or the latest porn maybe? Whatever internet dickery it is the main thing about the revolutionary REUSAGE of blogging material such as MEMEs add spice to your dying or sedentary blogging style.

2. RECYCLE - Sometimes you get a little to emotionally unstable. You start searching for your favorite sentimental songs and starts posting them in your blog or you check other people’s blog and find that their post hits the right spot right THERE. And so being the cretin that you’ve become, you suddenly find your fingers simultaneously hitting the ctrl + C buttons. And viola! REDUNDANCY.

Yes,even if you really share the same sentiment with the author. There is no such thing as ‘being in the same shoes’ as that person.  You are unique just like everybody else. Sometimes, RECYCLING can be a form of PLAGIARISM. And nothing is more insulting than plagiarizing one’s work.Sure you probably idolize people’s writing abilities and they tend to inspire your posts. No harm done there.

Most important thing is you don’t  slip Cinderella’s glass shoes Otherwise, you just might have the worst blister next to last time you wore that pair of black stiletto and ended up bleeding your toes out.

3. REDUCE. What can I say? It’s when you basically hit rock bottom. You suddenly ended up saying this on your post OH SHIT. And then magically, you hit the publish button. It could have passed as a plurk. It could help if you add a photo or maybe make up some mushy poetry but no. You just happen to blurt out two words or even an onomatopoeia *aaaarghhhhh* *aaaaawooooo* *aaaawwww* *boooooooo*, etc. Moments of precious anguish,joy, sadness, excitement and all the colors of rainbow combined to rouse captain planet. Whut??

Basically, you are reduced to a one word punchline. FAIL. It’s either you frolicked your way into dead end or just passing internet time or too retarded to come up with a decent post, the thing is t happens. SHIT HAPPENS.

So we’re probably guilty of doing  this. So what? Why should our opinion matter? Isn’t there enough internet space to cover every single rerun that we can think of? Hey, at least , we’re not doing drugs or pushing our liver’s capacity to the limit. Uhmmmm.

OR NOT!!!!!

So yeah …together, let’s make the world a better place.

Moment of Shamelessness

a.k.a. Self-flagellation

Alright. I normally oblige to doing MEMEs.  Well, unless they’re really stupid and full of self-absorbed questions.  Oh no, wait. Anyway, thanks Peachy Let’s see. Tag rules are as follows.

1 - Each player starts with eight random fact/habits about themselves. 2 - People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
3 - At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their name.
4 - Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged and to read your blog.

Eight Random FACTS about me:

1. I’m photosensitive. I always wear dark sunglasses not because I’m always incognito (okay, it’s part of the drama). But actually, my eyes hurt and eventually I get a migraine if I’m exposed to bright lights. The price you pay for being a nocturnal.

2.  I know most of my friends abhor me for playing those loud music and to top that sing along with it. But way back my formative years, I planned on meeting TAYLOR HANSON and asking his hand for marriage. I was one of HANSON’s biggest fan.  Well, me and my cousin were.  We used to watch their concerts in VHS, have a sacred wall dedicated to all their posters, bought all their albums,magazines, wrote fan letters to them. You basically get the idea. Yes, we’re fangirls and did the whole nine yards of adolescent geekery. Shame, shame, shame.

3. FUR ELISE by Beethoven was the first major piece that my father taught me to play. But now, I can probably just do some SAKURA plucking.  Yes, I suck that way. Note to self: Must buy a guitar.

4. One of the huge fights I had with my Mom was when I was begging her to buy me that Stonecold Steve Austin shirt. She was very adamant and was contemplating on asking our Parish Priest to pray me over. She refused to buy me another shirt that says “FUCK FEAR, DRINK BEER”. But in the end, I got one and it made my adolescent life complete.  However, I was banned to watch RAW from that day on because it coincides with her soaps.  On the otherhand, I knew of the replay schedules (and they’re not during prime time). So, it was a win-win situation.  Parental Control… they don’t exist.

5. I saw my highschool prom date once. I gave him the finger behind his back…….and my dad saw it.  FAIL.

6. One time I sat in in one of Dad’s class. I was probably 9 then.  I was doing my usual thing–minding my own business, coloring stuff until one of his students said the magic words. FAT.GIRL. He ended up in the infirmary and I got a huge scolding.  From what I remember  that was the first of the 3 major scolding I got from the father and also the first time I realized  I might just have a potential in boxing.  Fancy jab, I might add.

7. I didn’t stop asking for my grandmother to sleep in my bed until I was in 7th grade.  There… I said it. You can now officially label me a freak of nature.

8.  At age 11, I “borrowed” a 100 peso bill from my grandma’s purse. I intend  to pay her back, BTW. That same day, she gave me the same amount (for some reason). And so to wash my guilt away, I donated 20 pesos to church and bought her a card.  And so remembering that made me realize: 1.) Sometimes, guilt gets in your way and ruins everything. 2.) That also proves Karma’s concept of what goes around, comes around because I now live a poverty-striken existence.  Badass, Karma. I despise you and your bad timing.

I’d have to tag eight more right? hmmm. I am not tagging people for nowt because they don’t normally do it. They’re either busy or probably nursing their way out of a bad hangover.

I am now officially living below poverty line.

Mark this day. For I only have 200 bucks in my account. Yes, two one hundred peso bills. Friday! Can I make it until Friday? IF it doesn’t rain I’d probably survive. 

Why did I ever chose independence? Times like this, I wish I could have just stayed at home and be a bigger mess that my dad has to fix.  Tsk tsk tsk.  Choices. choices. choices.

MEN are schmucks.

What???  I’m just stating a fact. 

And by men, I mean SOME men who sits across the bar and sprays some beer on your friend’s back (I even got a little something something on my right thigh) and says a snotty sorry.

Sorry’s all you got? N O he actually said, “Sorry, sorry, sorry”. Not the apologetic way but the “I said Sorry. Now, move on with your lives” kind. 

Whether it was intentional or not (the beer spraying part), it was just plain rude. You owe my friend a drink, bud.  Is that asking too much? I do not expect you to rub her feet and kiss it. No, not with you anyway. 

And to think that  it was her birthday celebration. But of course, you all don’t know that.

And by schmucks, I mean JERKS.

Yes. I don’t want to be a sexist. But at times I just want to throw an upper cut right at their fancy faces. It might help if you look like Brandon Boyd. But needless to say. some are just plain insensitive. I don’t know if it’s the absence of estrogen or whatever.

All you need is to read between the lines, man. And the world might just be a happier place to live in.

There, I said it.  Kill me now.

Saturday Night Sports *hik*

Woohoo, I’m back baby! Finally, after months of having no weekends and on the brink of insanity, I am now officially rid of extended office hours!!! Or so I thought. But o well, what the heck. *Cheers*

So last Saturday, my friend had her post-birthday celebration. It’s always worth it if you spend Saturday night with your friends. They never fail to cheer you up and vice versa.

And so we tried sports for a change. Enough of the same old movies/dinner/booze.

First stop LASER TAG. I’ve been hearing alot of rave reviews on this new fad. And quite frankly, I was scared at first. You know how I’ve always been apprehensive about FIRST times….But o heck, life is about taking risks. And at 24, it’s about time I cowboy up!

So we went to MARKET! MARKET! We also met up with some of the housemate’s bf’s friends. And all in all it was a GIRLS vs GUYS match. Hoorah!

But before I tell you how the game ended.Just a little primer on how things work:

1. There  is a waiver that you need to sign–and it basically says whatever happens to you inside, it’s all your fault. You need not to sue LASER XTREME for any broken bones and stuff. 

2. There’s a briefing on what goes on inside rules are as follows:

a. No running. - uhm, yeah. But where’s the excitement? When you’re entirely seeing blinking lights and partially color blind. You gotta do what you gotta do. 

b. No climbing on walls - Yeah, coz there’s this thing called stairs. And I doubt that I’m commando enough to do the wall-climbing part.

c. No Offensive language - What??? I can’t believe that’s part of the rules. So what are you going to do tazer me?.

d. There are different points depending on which part you hit - 200 points - chest, 100 - back and I guess it was 50 for each shoulder.

e. You must hold on to the gun with you both hands. Otherwise, you’ll be a walking target.

f. If you get hit, you’ll hear sound and your blinking lights in the vest will die. They will be reactivated and you’ll see that in the lcd screen in your gun. Once reactivated, you can fire until you get shot. KILL OR BE KILLED. Nuff said.

Ok. Moving on….

After the briefing, the gates opened and we all geared up. And for some reason, the color that was assigned to us was PINK! Whatta stereotype. First and foremost, I don’t know how we got the team names because no mentioned about it. And I was also wondering, did they ask us for our aliases? Uhm…That was the part that got me going “Ok, I must have missed something.” And lastly, the suit was kinda sweaty and Ron’s having hygiene issues but anyway we had our game faces on. FOR GLORY!!! VOLTRON V.S. PINK

After all the horrahs and peeew, peews, We all got PWND. By two kids named, SKATER and NIMROD. Yep, their not playing fair. Just when we’re getting activated, they start shooting me again. And they’re not on either teams. They’re bloody double agents.

But all in all it was all good fun. By the time we got out, we’re all sweating like pigs. We’re probably do it again. Yes, we will!!!! They haven’t seen the last of us I tell you! Nimrod and Skater, be afraid…be very very afraid.

Before, we headed to our next stop we grabbed a bite at SBARRO. It was all a blur. Next thing I knew we we’re heading to E LANES.

Yep, BOWLING!!!  I don’t have any idea on how the scoring goes. There’s  this part where  you need to switch lanes. It’s really good that we were in the last two lanes because we were really rowdy and we’ll all put the pros’ mad skills to shame if we were playing somewhere in between two teams who seemed to be battling it out.  What matters is we all got to hit the pins.  And we had our fancy moves like those pros on our side. At the end of the day, it’s not about winning, it’s how you play the game…..YEEEEEESSS!! 

Damn, those balls our heavy. I think I’ll have carpal tunnel syndrome. Seriously.

I discovered that aside from her hysterical laugh, Bax has a promising career as a BOWLER. It’s true, you should have seen her suave moves. 

And for the finale, DRINKING SPREE at GRILLA. You know, if drinking were a sport, they’d be all pros.  There we bumped into a friend’s brother and uncle. Yep, Greenhills is the place to be ladies and gentlemen.

Also, bumped into the love sucked drinking apprentice - Gico, who bought us another pitcher of MAI TAI just when we’re all spitting incohorent thoughts and shot glasses magically find its way to the floor.

Yes, shots were fired that day as we talk about our past, present and future.

The night was very fruitful. And we decided to keep on doing this.  Yes, aside from the drinking and  sports, we need to keep on trying things out. 

Anyhoo, I am grateful to my friends: Prinz for the treat, Gico for the love of booze (at such a tender age…tsk tsk tsk. Liveraide is awaiting), Ron for reminiscing old flames, Ariane- drunken master moves, and Bax. Ultimately, you could have a very promising career ahead of you as bowler, but  then there was drinking. I say stick with the pros, man. Stick with the pros.

LIVE. LAUGH. DRINK.

Until the next, I heard POLE DANCING is the next stop. *Gulp*