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July 20, 2006

<insert a picture of a burning rat or a burning Elmer Fudd>

They say that anger is like burning the house down to kill a single rat. What’s wrong with that? The satisfaction of imagining the rat roasting, squeaking in pain and pondering over its inevitable death is priceless. And savoring the knowledge that it’s real and not just mere imagination. <insert evil laugh>I’m feeling good already. <insert thoughts here that would relate to the next paragraph>

I am a grouch during mornings. That fact added with some bad news early in the morning has the makings of rage. I was ready to kill our company driver. He was supposed to get something from me back in Davao but he with his small brain, forgot about it. When he approached me this morning without the package, I verbally assaulted him like some palengkera <insert translation>. I rarely get mad, I mean I get mad a lot but I just don’t verbalize them coz I don’t want to say things I’ll regret in the end . I also find it awkward to apologize or accept apology. But there are just times that I can’t help it. He tried to apologize but I cut him off with an “oh shut up!” After I was finished with my tirade I gave him the silent treatment. A few minutes later after breakfast, he sent me a text message and continued to apologize. I want to stay angry at him but I can’t. How can I stay angry at someone who looks like Elmer Fudd? Or to someone who’s just plain stupid? It’s like training a cat to develop distaste for a mouse. It’s simply pointless. I’m quick to anger and quick to forgive but forgetting is another thing. <insert here a witty ending or something that would not make the reader (note:singular form) regret reading this totally senseless post and would make him/her come back for more>

Currently: attempting to make a decent post and get out of the devil’s butt blogger’s block

song in my head: three blind mice

Mincing words

Sometimes there are words that you thought you have to say but the moment you let them loose they sound foolish and they lose their meaning. Sometimes words really do get in the way. Or maybe I just didn’t find the right words to say. I talk of abyss and self preservation when a simple “I like you” would do. Now why do I feel the need to say that? I don’t know. I blame it on the movie, my flair for drama, my Cinderella or whatever complex is it I’m suffering right now, sex starvation, blowing things out of proportion and acting on impulse. Or maybe I don’t like to be called a Schizo and want to get back by really acting like one. There are a lot of excuses I could think of right now; I’m the queen of excuses and . . . STOP! Here I go talking in circles again. All I really wanted to say is that “let’s forget the words and let’s get on with the friendship”.

P.S. This is actually not the first time that i almost died of embarassment due to the words I said. I even remembered a time that i wanted the earth to swallow me on the spot or get out of town or get a Toronto plastic surgery and alter my face so nobody would recognize and perfect my face at the same time.And like i said, i’m talking in circles again….damn!

currently:in the middle of nowhere

song in my head: How soon is now by The Smiths