I Need to Brag!

Sorry, I can no longer contain it. It happened exactly seven days ago.

(I'm a brag but I'm coming out as a hardcore braggart this time.)

At the University Auditorium of my alma mater.

I was on stage with the university president, deans, department heads, professors, and VP for academics.

The university chorale at the left side of the stage. Students filled the auditorium.

I was the guest speaker.

It was 3 PM. The speaker before me (the university president who talked for 20 minutes) lulled half the audience to Z-land. And I needed coffee lest I fall asleep hearing myself speak. It was a dream coming true. I couldn't ruin it for the world.

My turn. I brought my reliable tiny netbook to the podium with my speech in full screen reading. I needed to see the first line of the paragraphs to give the impression I've memorized all my 20-minute long inspire-the-interns speech. And I couldn't help adlibbing. Argh. Then came the applause. Then the next. And the next. Until I stopped counting.

The audience laughed and smiled and beamed. It was paradise.

The speech ended. And more applause.

My former professors bragged I was their former student. The others wished I was.

They presented me with a certificate of appreciation inserted in the university document jacket. (Later that night, I discovered there was an envelope with money inside. Wha? They even had to pay me for a dream-come-true experience? I was floored!)

I came down the stage and walked past the students in the audience. They stayed put to greet me with a smile as they bowed their heads. Some wanted to say something but was too shy to speak. I wanted to encourage them but the professors around me where talking all at the same time.

Wow! I really, really got it made. Not with material things but with the things that matter.

This morning, the services officer presented me my new Macbook.

For lunch, I'm having spaghetti with chicken romano with white sauce and cream dory in butter and lemon sauce. And green tea.

Life is perfection!

Females, what's with hair?

Ang buhok na walang malay!

From a Yahoo article on Harry Potter's Hermione, Emma Watson's cutting her hair:

"But at 20, the British star seems to be letting go of that image and moving on from the role she stepped into before she was 10 years old (the saga's next-to-the last film comes out this November). And as with most breakups, looks like the inevitable first thing to go is the hair."

Right, so what again is with this "cylindrical, keratinized, often pigmented filaments characteristically growing from our epidermis" particularly on the head?



Is it a matter of cutting one's nose to spite one's face? Or is there really a more profound reason only the Nobel Prize Laureates can explain?

Honestly, I've done the same several times. Poor hair, poor locks, poor crowning glory, poor thing!

You're depressed, therefore, you get a bad hair day. As long as you're depressed you suffer a bad hair day. You look in the mirror and you see your hair a big mess. The hair, not you - a big mess. You're heartbroken. Your hair is limp and dull. But it's your heart that's broken, not your hair, right? Kaya bakit ba lagi na lang pinagdidiskitahan ang buhok?

So perhaps, next time, let's start telling our men, "Oh please, promise you won't break my hair!"

"Hair" definition from freedictionary.com.

As I Lay Dying

One can't talk about death while she is seriously dying. She will be too busy either worrying about life after death or the lack of it or thanking the Lord that the end is near and the beginning nearer.

But death is not always physical. Death comes in every loss. Any loss. Death comes with pain,too. Almost all of the time.

As I lay dying refusing to think of the why's of my decisions, the mistakes brought about by my actions and inactions, I let everything fall freely to crush me. I don't believe in fighting death. I believe in acceptance. No, not abandonment, but the sweet surrender to the inevitable.

It is over. What is there to analyze?

Back on the Driver's Seat

Finally!

I thought sufferings will never end but lo! miracles do happen!

The car looks sleek again. Cursed be the one who dares de-immaculate it!

I'm tired sharing a ride with overweight people who would squeeze me to a pulp in a jeepney that pretends it is an Airbus A380. Perhaps I shouldn't blame the overweight people. But come on! You know you weigh 250 lbs, shouldn't you at least pay for two? Have mercy on people like me who hardly make it to the 110 lbs-mark. And the men! What in heaven's name are you thinking? What seems to be so fragile between your thighs that you have to spread your legs so? If you can't squeeze it in a little bit, then with all humility, you too, pay for two: for you and your thing!

Those among other things.

No, I don't have since-birth driving privileges but when you experience something good, you wouldn't want to go bad.

It is like meeting a perfect guy and losing him. You wish you've never met him so you could sleep soundly at night not knowing there is someone like him out there.

That one is a very poor thought transition. I admit.

But I'm back on the saddle! Yahoo!!

Random Thoughts Ba 'Ka Mo?

Not one less. Chinese film about teaching and education. Mga Munting Tinig. Ferris Bueller's Day Off.

Nape aches.

Heavy rains caught my room unprepared. Open Windows = Soaked curtains, bed sheets and pillows.

Salem bed isn't waterproof.

My most recent Ex- requested me to add him as a friend. Ako naman si tanga, in-add s'ya!

At 41, someone died of cardiac arrest at 5 AM and was cremated at 2 PM the same day. WTF!! Didn't he have friends? Family? Did he actually live?

Robin Padilla almost got himself married to Vina Morales, but he got someone else pregnant so he married the latter instead. Very news worthy indeed!