Today is yet another happy day. Life is good - for now. Or maybe today is better than the other days I've had lately.

(Forgive me if I won't give specific names. I don't feel like doing so.=P Anonymity is good.)

Ice cream is good for you, especially when you're upset. I know this for a fact because I was upset just a while ago and my brother was kind enough to hand me a cup of ice cream. Yum. Maybe ice cream doesn't mean anything to you. But when you eat ice cream when you upset, the sweetness of it reminds you of how life is still good and that life will never leave you without pleasure, and while the ice cream melts in your mouth, you can almost feel all your sorrows melting away with it. The sweetness and the coolness of it all is a metaphor on life. (This is what sugar does to me. I'm no poet, but *sigh* things as good as ice cream transform me.)

You know what's even better than ice cream? No calorie-count!=P I felt that I should pamper myself, even if it's just for today, for all the miseries I've been having lately. And I felt that it's simply not right to deprive myself of the things that make me happy at a time like this. Maybe when my life starts fixing itself (although I doubt that it will do that on its own =P) I'll lay off the sweets na ulit. Mahirap nang tumaas ulit ang blood sugar. No matter how good sweets are, diabetes is never a good deal for it.

I made one of those two-frame cartoons you draw in your notebooks when you're bored. It had a girl who was rolling her eyes.=P It was cute as hell and I thought it was pretty funny. Made my dearest brother smile.

I miss that. I miss making him smile. And my heart was warmed by that. When I have time, maybe I'll draw some more two-frame cartoons. (Right now, I'm wondering whether he was smiling because the cartoon was good or because it was bad or maybe he thought i was being stupid.=P)

I made someone else smile today, but I can't tell you who (Sorry. Can't post it here. You can ask me through YM though.). Anyway, it felt good. Really good. For a minute there, I felt special. I'm glad I still have that effect on people. I thought I've lost that kind of magic, but I guess I thought wrong.=P I'm happy that I made someone happy, or at least, smile. Wow, it's all just a wheel of joy.=P (Hey, that can be a name of a future game show. LOL. *sings to the tune of Wheel of Fortune* It's the wheel of jo-oy...=P)

"hey, i hope you don't mind me reading your blog.. read that you're gonna migrate in the u.s.. just wanted to say that im praying that all of your dreams will still come true, and i believe that they will.. god i believe, gives the most obstacles to people who he believes can grow and make a difference after overcoming such trials.. i have no doubt in my mind that you're one of those people, like me lol! anyway, be safe ayt? don't make me worry bout you lol"

Someone sent me this message through YM. It made me feel good. I feel that God sent me, in the absence of my best friend, someone to remind me that this too shall pass, and once it's over everything's gonna be great.

To you, if you're reading this, thank you. It is because of people like you that I stay sane. Beyond that, it is because of people like you that I know good people do exist. There are only a few on my list. You are one of them.

I miss my best friend. Uwi ka na kasi! Patravel-travel pa kasi eh! Pasalubong ko ah.=P

I had another discussion with someone about how I want to be the president of the Philippines. Some dream, eh? I must be crazy!But I really want to be the president of the Philippines because there's so much to complain about, and I must be the change I want to see in the world. Anyone can complain, but only a few have the courage to do something about it.

*sigh* Thing about is it that I want to be the president, but I don't get to decide on whether I will be the president or not. The masses do. I know another aspiring president who already has a head start. She (Yep, the other aspiring president's a girl too.) decided to go into media first. Smart, eh? Get exposure through the media, and then run for politics. It's a classic!=P Bet she's gonna be the president one day.=( wait, I'm suposed to be saying that about me!

Anyway, I already thought about this and I figured If I ever do get into politics, president or not, I'll probably be without a family. I think I've already said how most of our poloticians go bad (And bad is an understatement.=P) because they want so much to provide for their families, but the salary deprives them of the chance to do that. I don't want to be a bad politician. If anything, I want to be the best that there ever was.

*crosses finges* Bahala na si God!=P

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What do you think is the hardest job in the world?

I was thinking about this a while ago and I came up with a weird but justified answer. It must be hard to be a mascot.

Here's a list of why it must be hard to be a mascot. I'll discuss them later.

1. Costume


2. Annoying kids


3. Pay

Okay. Now, don't get me wrong. Mascots are cute. They really are! But underneathe that is person who, by some unfortunate circumstance, is "trapped" inside. If you've ever tried touching a mascot, you'll find that they're pretty soft. Layers over layers of stuffing. No matter where you live, wearing layers of anything traps heat. Can you imagine how hot it is in that costume? (I'm shivering at the idea.) To make matters worse, you can't take off the friggin' costume. You have to wear it until the thing (I'm being inarticulate again.) is over, even if you're literally dying of the heat. Talk about occupational hazard.

Another down side to the costume is that its so big. My guess is that the mascot bumps into more things when he's wearing the costume. And what if you get stuck with an ugly costume? OMG. Too bad.

Annoying kids. If you were a kid once, you'd know how the big kids'll always say that there's a real person inside the mascot. Now, that's okay coz there really is a real person inside the costume. What's not okay is that these kids come up to the mascot and shake and kick and punch and bite and climb the poor thing. And when I say shake and kick and punch and bite and climb, I mean shake and kick and punch and bite and climb. And what's worse is that the kids who come up to poor guy do that while shouting "Hindi ka naman totoo eh. Tao lang naman an eh. Tao lang naman yung nasa loob niyan eh." Imagine the experience. Another occupational hazard.

Now we come to the most annoying part, the salary. I found out that here in the Philippines, the mascots get paid Php 500.00 per party. That's per party. That means if you only have one party to go to for the week, that's all you're gonna get. In my opinion, the poor things (I think I mean people.=P) are really not compensated for work they do. It's a good thing we don't have to see the faces of the people inside the mascot. If we could, we'd probably see them frowning.

I'm being weird, I know, but I think there's no job harder than a mascot's. I should start an support group.=P

PS The player's down, I think. Sorry about that. It's a problem with the server. Enjoy yourselves with the entries na lang.=P

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As of 7.59pm [that's right now] my dearest Anti-virus has only scanned half the files it's supposed to scan. My computer hasn't been running well and I figured I must have caught some virus so I'm scanning.

Anyway, I have nothing to do right now so you'll have to forgive me because the romantic me is about to step-in...

Don't you just love the rain? It is another one of Nature's poetry.

I always love it when it rains. It always reminds me of the day I fell in love with... well, I can't tell you who. Anyway, the drops of water, as they fall from the sky, never fail to remind me of that fateful day under the rain. *sigh* *play Tuwing Umuulan at Kapiling Ka by The Eraserheads*

The rain is just so beautiful. It's always gentle and cool, and it always holds the promise of a brighter tomorrow. Today was the best day to rain, and it did.

You know what else I love about the rain? The pitter-patter. It's like a whisper of ILU (Yun naman pala. ILU naman pala kasi. Sinasabi ko na nga ba't inlab ako.=P). It's just loud enough to let you know it's there. And sometimes, it's even a song, a lullaby that rocks me to sleep.

I love staying under the rain. It doesn't matter what I'm doing or what I'm wearing. Whenever I get the chance to stay under the rain, I do. I find it comforting, even therapeutic. It is when I feel I am most one with myself and with everthing around me. And you know what, the rain literally drowns all my pains. *sigh*

Sometimes when I can't go out into the rain, I just watch it through windows. I love the way it hits the glass and rolls down... It's almost like it's crying. Aww.
kitten posted @ 7:51 PM