Another Mr. Snowman produced tonight! There’s not much difference from the previous one. But, look:
It’s too early to sleep but these insects are too bothersome already. I really gotta find something against these bloodsuckers. Coils are not an option.
Apparently, I don’t have to be so useless between 4:00 and 5:00 pm. This is a good thing. It appears, I just have to start moving and my brain eventually wakes up.
Not that it’s much of an improvement. Four pm has always been fairly good to me. I need to learn to make myself activate as early as 3:00 pm.
I wonder if I can. It’s just that 3:00 pm is that hour when… Well, I hope you get the picture already. Plus, the temperature between 12:00 pm and 4:00 pm isn’t suited for anything that requires me to be fully awake. Still, with the proper motivation, maybe I can activate at 3:00 pm. I just need to find that motivation.
Speaking of Filipino…
I’ve kinda forgotten about its difference with Tagalog. Was it that Filipino was the national language and Tagalog was the local dialect? Still, what’s so different between the two?
I should look into that.
At times like these, I could wish that the President always did his speeches in English.
Why did I have to be so used to it? Even my thoughts are in English. I remember a very brief period when I was thinking in Cebuano but that was over so quickly. Besides, that still doesn’t really count since I’m not native to Cebuano. I speak Waray.
Then again, fluency in English has mostly benefited me. Actually, it’s always been a boon. It’s always been a good thing for me.
But the consequence of that is a lesser familiarity in Filipino. If Dr. Jose Rizal could see me now, he’d probably make me an example of the people he was talking about when he said, “And hindi marunong magmahal sa sariling wika ay higit pa sa mabahong isda.” Or something like that.
I don’t hate Filipino. I just don’t use it as often as I think I should. And, yes, as I write this, I’ve been thinking in English and didn’t have the need to translate my thoughts from my mother tongue to this.
Really, my job right now would be much easier of President Noy did his addresses in English. All of them. Of course, that is rather selfish since it would be harder for a lot of other people to understand him.
Anyway, I should just… Yeah, whatever.
#NowPlaying Demi Lovato‘s In Real Life from Unbroken
For some reason I couldn’t fathom, despite the fact that deadlines are upon me, I’m so buoyant today. So light. I’ve been laughing and having fun a lot.
Although, I should say, I think I have an idea.
But, really, there’s such a void in this space. (This blog, that is.) It’s because of the storm. I can’t do anything without power.
And I feel like Sunday.
But on days like these, I really hate feeling like Sunday. I lost two… Make that, three days to extra-curricular activities. It was all good fun. Still.
This is amazing. I can’t believe I saw a house getting lifted and moved. It’s been ages since I last saw one.
And why didn’t I get out there and took a picture? It would have been a really good one for today. With a subject we hardly ever see anymore.
Say, @jolisupport, last time, you said you weren’t certain yet about when a new release was gonna come. But, can you even tell me whether it’s gonna be this year or the next? If you can, please, give us all a hint.
Also, please tell me that you’re not abandoning support for older systems. I mean, I still want Joli OS to work on my old Asus Eee PC 701. I really do.
Hey, @jolicloud guys! Thanks for the stickers. Got them today. They’ll look so cool next to my Ferrari sticker. So awesome! Makes me want to put Joli OS on more systems so I can slap on those stickers on them!
The poster didn’t do it any justice. Neither did the summary I read from the movie guide from the cinema. I really thought it was gonna be some high school girl drama with just a little singing added. Sort of like a Mean Girls + Glee.
Apparently, not. Well, at least, that’s not what the trailer told me. It looked rather cool. Then again, I haven’t seen the movie yet and trailers sometimes… OK, maybe, more than sometimes have too much cool factor in them which the full movie ultimately lacks. I can’t lay down final judgment until I see it.
Everyday the need for some things keep mounting up. The need for a new system keeps rising. It’s no longer a matter of want. It has gone way beyond that. It’s already a matter of need. A need that could possibly make me fail in more ways than one if not fulfilled.
My mother is listening to that stupid radio show again. It’s pretty melodramatic. It’s that type where people send in letters of stories of their lives, the DJ reads them and gives advice, and listeners participate in the show by texting or calling in their comments, advice, greetings and whatever else.
More often than not, as far as I’ve had the displeasure of hearing this show, the DJ is crying while reading the letter. Sometimes, even while giving advice. I don’t like it. Any of it. Not at all.
I might be the type to be amused of people’s misery, especially the self-inflicted sort, but I’m not the type to enjoy it when people make money, people make a profit, people make a business out of other people’s misery.
Then again, just about everything in this world today has been decreased into nothing more than business. It’s not pretty a sight, neither is it happy a sight. But that’s the reality we have.
Also, I’m not quite sure about the religion of this DJ. See, for instance, today she’s talking about souls going to heaven, or not being quite able to go there because of earthly attachments. However, I’ve heard her talking of reincarnation before. Like, how people should do good for a better next life. Or something of the sort.
I don’t like these sort of shows. At the surface, it’s all good. But dig deeper and there’s nothing but the opposite of beautiful.
Things like these don’t usually happen here.
You know, things like accidents. Especially ones where the police had to come around, catalog stuff and ask questions.
People are bound to talk about this for days.