Long Overdue

As of press time, I probably have around 5 more tags to do so might as well start my first before it increases any further. The very long vacation has got the ningas-cogon in me going so just when it is almost over, I finally found the time (heheheh)to do it.

I was tagged by Ms. Ester of My Days In My Mind. She was , I assume, interested in seeing my desktop so here it is.

Now a little explanation about the desktop, I was actually in senti mode the past weeks and I felt like it (desktop) should be a representation of my mood. Although I am happier these days, again the sloth in me never got the chance to change my desktop.

For the hard part, I am passing this tag to my pareng Fer Bert. I am only passing it to one because I feel like everybody else has done it. Hehehe.

[TAG STARTS HERE]My Desktop Free View Instruction:
Upon receiving this tag, immediately perform a screen capture of your desktop. It is best that no icons be deleted before the screen capture so as to add to the element of fun.
You can do a screen capture by:


[1] Going to your desktop and pressing the PRT SCR(located on the right side of the F12 key - I used key Snipping Tool of Window Vistasince my print screen is not working -).

[2] Open a graphics program (like Picture Manager, Paint, or Photoshop) and do a Paste (CTRL + V).

[3] If you wish, you can “edit” the image, before saving it.

Post the picture in your blog You can also give a short explanation on the look of your desktop just below it if you want. You can explain why you preferred such look or why is it full of icons. Things like that. Tag five of your friends and ask them to give you a Free View of their desktop as well.(Don't forget to notify them by any proper means so they'll know you tag them)


Add your name to this list of Free Viewers with a link pointing directly to your Desktop Free View post to promote it to succeeding participants.Desktop Freeview Participants: iRonnie, Thess , Rebecca,Knoizki, Rino, Beng, Melai, OFW Life,Ester, crazed_heck [your link][TAG ENDS HERE]

Red Panda Love

Humans often fall short of showing how they really feel. We become preoccupied with daily tasks that even the simplest of pleasures are no longer appreciated. Why don't we follow these red Pandas from Japan? Despite their dwindling number, they never fail to show they care for each other.

Who is Inday?

Out of nowhere sprouted a young and new champion of the masses. She possesses the eloquence of a royal princess, the grace of a prima-ballerina and the intelligence of Einstein. Who would have expected that a house help (often ridiculed for not having mastered tagalog after being shipped from the province) would rise up to the challenge, speak four languages and even beat Katrina Halili as the sexiest woman of the world?

Well it happened and she has joined yet another medium - Blogging.

Catch her blog here.

A Potent Cure for Those Days

Hahahaha. Parang brand ng sanitary pad ang title ko.

There are those days when you wake up and you are pissed like you've never been pissed in your whole life. With easy provocation, you could possibly toast anyone as if you could breathe fire through your nose. The feeling of blood rising as fast as the mercury on any gauge drives you into cussing at the slightest mistakes, at your neighbors who despite this early has found the guts to sing their hearts out in full volume (sa bohay kong itu!, i would have laughed my head off on a normal day if I heard this), at your dog for greeting you good morning and at just about anything.

Instead of sulk and be consumed with anger, I visited the website of one wacky friend. True to any testament, a good laugh would wear away any traces of one's sour mood. At least for me it did. I am now able to perform my activities of daily living (nurse po ito dapat ADL's talaga). I have managed to let free the wrath that has been slowly consuming me. So now, I am up and about, ready to face the world with a renewed mood.

Salamat Pareng Fer Bert!

Spongebob Dance

While browsing through Yahoo, I happen to chance upon an article regarding my fave cartoon character, Spongebob. I would have expected the video (it was with the article) to be resembling of the all yellow, green and blue surroundings of bikini bottom but was surprised to see real people. It turns out, the article was about the dance step that spongebob, quite unknowingly, started and is now taking the hiphop scene by storm.

See How Happy He Is?

Gramps

Lucky me, I have never had an encounter with the third kind, with creatures of the dark, with souls who stray due to unfinished businesses and other what have yous. I am fortunate but one of my friends is not.

In the spirit of the All Hallows Day, I am going to share one of her story.

As a child, they had yearly vacations to Zamboanga for family reunion on her paternal side. All cousins meet together and play in the ancestral house of her family. On one seemingly uneventful year (she was 6 or 7 then), she opted to stay upstairs instead of doing the usual mingling with relatives and other immediate family members.

While busying herself with playing on her own, she, quite inadvertently, chanced to gaze upon the open capiz window by the bedside. To her surprise, she saw a beaming figure of an old man smiling radiantly at her. Instead of getting scared, she curiously checked out the man because he looked utterly unfamiliar. She felt like there was a force of some sort drawing him to her. With her intent look, she examined the man's features: typical Spanish Mestizo about 70 years of age with a fair complexion and somewhat pointed nose. She thought maybe it was one of her relatives because of thier Spanish ancestry. As she pressed closer to ogle at him some more, she realized that somehow he was floating. Still it did not matter to her because it could very well be the usual finesse of second generation Spanish mestizos. An inch closer, she , finally, saw his feet and to her horror, he was indeed suspended in the midair. She was stuck for a moment consumed by surmounting fear and overwhelming confusion. Sweats have started to trickle on her young forehead. In minutes, it was pouring like a pounding rain. When she came back to her senses, he was still there - still beaming, still smiling. With all the energy she could muster, she ran as fast as she could and traversed 20 steps of the stairways in split seconds. She did not realize she could even do that but heck, she'll go as far as where the man is that moment.

With her panting like a dog, she reached the sala. Her relatives were somehow unmindful of the obvious fear in her face. They did not seem to show the littlest of concern.

One even said, "Ingon ana jud na siya day. Imo tong lolo. Namatay siya before paka nataw." (He's always as playful as that. He is your grandfather. He died before you were even born)

And it was the beginning of her numerous encounters with the unknown. She has grown used to it that even their anguish, their moans, and their pleadings for help didn't scare her anymore.

Note: I am happy I am not one of those who has an opened third eye. The scariest of my encounters was when a big brown moth flew by me on the same day my own lolo was to be buried. I was not able to attend the interment because of pre-scheduled things to be done in school.