MUCOLYTIC

LiveJournal visit, harharhar

I’ve just visited LiveJournal blogs last night, so this should explain today’s entry.

Current mood: Je ne sais quois

Current music: Gladys Knight and the Pips’ ‘Neither One of Us’ (T.’s latest find)

Current food: Sarciadong tambakol

Want to see Oplan Noel (no elections scenario) happen? Let’s all vote Eddie, just Eddie, and everything will be declared invalid.

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Current mood: Argumentative ad misericordiam

Current sound: The Manhattans’ Let’s Just Kiss and Say Goodbye (T.’s latest find)

Current poison: Instant coffee

A lot of people must be smarting from the pain or exploding in hellish resentment when I said that XXX’s writing of late aggravates me. “Truth is never out of fashion,” XXX's fan base in the United States reacted. But that’s the point, I retorted. (I said something worse which I regret.) XXX's hatred for Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, for one, is just so unbelievable. Gloria may be guilty of politicking, but which politician is not? Can’t XXX see how much she’s giving her best? (I wish I was in Gloria’s payroll.)

Nevertheless I didn’t fail to acknowledge that XXX is one of the best things that ever happened to Philippine essay writing/opinion column writing.

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Current mood: Hakuna matata

Current noise: Michael Jackson’s She’s Out of My Life

Current food: M.’s Gingko biloba juice (which almost made me faint)

I took an allegedly scientific IQ test from Emode and guess what. I got a score that would make you envious. And I was declared to be an “insightful linguist.” To think that I did the test half-asleep. And I skipped the math, giving only random answers.

So why can’t I get a job that I like, like, a government position? Okay, it was an America-centric IQ test, which is a pretty dumb thing. Among other things, it illustrates one of America’s flaws – understanding other people and cultures on American terms. (Remember that infamous ‘developmental’ curve for ‘civilization’?)

Current mood: Doggoned, doggish

Current trip: Polyphonic white noise

Current chow: Alpo

For the longest time I’ve been missing this rich-kid friend of mine in whose company I’ve become kinda spoiled because I hitch a ride on his dad’s Expedition and his Benz all the time and I literally and figuratively go places. The reason? Their business is financially hard-up these days because of the bad investment climate. He’s still officially their company’s COO (more of SOO) but he needed to find another job. Now he’s into this call center thing which pays a lot but demands a lot as well, like, you’re asked to work the graveyard shift. Imagine a rich kid slaving for others! In short, we couldn’t hang out anymore the way we used to.

We could easily be mistaken for a sponsor-and-boylet pair. (Aaack!) You know how malicious people think these days. Can’t blame them, though, I mean, this is a country where a presidential daughter announces on national TV that she caught VD…(!). But more than the three cars he drives around, I miss his evil way of rationalizing everything that I consider wrong. (Guess what his college course was?) He has this strong tendency to say something that’s bunkum but he is never never boring. What’s more, he occasionally listens to what I have to say.