Its not ice cream. Its better than ice cream!

Just not our year as an epidemic is spreading around... Well, at least it was a good year for one of us... Ngess hu na lang..

Red pill or Blue pill? Hell, take 'em both. See if I care..

I feel a blog coming.. And I’m sure you share the same feeling with me. So here it is, hate to disappoint you. The oracle saw this coming and I don’t want no albino twins going after me. Though I won’t mind Monica Bellucci firing at me. Pating! Pating! Hahaahaa. Sorry private joke.. Anyway, life progressed ever so slowly these past few days. The extra workload didn’t help matters either. But I got through that, in case somebody from work reads this. And as the smoke finally cleared and ammos were exhausted, a dawn of realization came over me(m feeling poetic, so what?). A series of encrypted numbers in an incomprehensible algorithm in a string of permutation in a logical progression suddenly formed an image so clear that even I wouldn’t miss. Do I appear stupid trying to sound intellectual and techy? I bet your nodding your head right now...

Everything is clear now. Clueless and feeling dumb at first (so what’s new?), I realize that everything has a reason for happening. X is on a bus traveling northbound 80km/h. He likes to sit on the window seat and sticks his head out causing a slight friction on the bus' aerodynamics with initial velocity of 10gazillion of whatever metric system. Y meanwhile is on his bike traveling southbound 60km/h. Its downforce measures -37googlitrillion of martian metric system. If both person are 1000km from each other, what time would they pass each other given that Y’s Tag Heuer imitation is 10minutes late? Answer: they wouldn’t pass each other. Y would die from exhaustion before they even catch a glimpse of one another. So what’s my point posting this math problem? No point. Nada. Pointless. Moo point as Joey would call it. Cause you see, there’s always a reason why shitty stuff happens to us. There a reason why Y got on a bike and mindlessly travels southbound when he doesn’t know his south from his north. An action triggering a series of reaction. Even a slight dent on the mathematical progression called timeline can cause an altered 1985, requiring you to travel 88mp/h to have the Flux Capacitor work just to correct the discrepancy. And just as the little green numbers traveling downwards (or is it upwards? Sorry, short memory span), I was able to understand why everything happened. I know now how Morpheus’ sunglasses stays on his face despite the lack of support seen. I know now why I slept through Matrix’ second installment. Though I still don’t know why Trinity, aging and all, still is hot. Maybe some things are better left unexplained. But still, as some episodes in my life unfolds, things got clearer. I was able to effortlessly pluck a bullet fired at me while the camera rotates around me. I know now why Trinity had the hots for Neo. Why-questions were answered, though not directly. Shots were fired, but I wasn’t aware that I was firing blanks. Nothing landed. Or some might, though were ignored just as well. Or maybe she had the realization even before a shot was fired? That she’ll not let anything land because she knows her purpose and had already decided even before I shot my blanks. No glitch was detected. Though I might have twitched a bit cause I never saw this coming. I might have an inkling, or was that just a dejavu on my part?

answering the call

i always think of something smart to say here during the most inappropriate time. like when im in the bathroom, doing whatever 'task' is needed to be done in there. or right before i go to bed, after switching the light off when all of a sudden this tiny light bulb above my head mysteriously flickers. yup it doesnt get to light as often as i want it to, and only flickers when it does. so there, i get all mentally blocked and blanked while typing this.

speaking of typing, you'll notice that ive been blogging quite often lately. and you're thinking, 'this dude has got nothing better to do than broadcast unsolicited meaningless thoughts'. getting me to think 'hey, this reader has got nothing better to do than painstakingly read this unsolicited meaningless thought disguised as a blog that i just wrote...'. but no, dont go.. i appreciate you reading this. and besides, dont tell me i didnt warn you!

and while we're in the topic of appreciating (and yes, this blog has somehow managed to develop a topic..), you've got to start being thankful for the little things. you say 'now you've got me confused, ryandude. just some previous blogs ago, you were complaining about the little things..'. yes i know that, duh.. and i wasnt complaining, i said i was just bothered that im bothered with them. anyway, there were a lot of things that i missed for quite some time. yes we often argue. yes we often take shots at one another whilst a salesman pretends not to hear so as not to create an awkward situation (mind you, this is done in good humor, the arguing that is). yes we expect so much from one another, expecting nothing less than what an inmate expects when a soap drops (minus the sexual message this comparison denotes). but this (whatever it is. 'chemistry' perhaps?) is what makes us tick. i love the fact that we can set aside our differences even for a while (like 10 minutes before we finally lash out at one another again..) when the situation calls for it. and what situation/s may this be, you would ask. like when i get thirsty playing when suddenly i realize i forgot my freaking freebie water tumbler and you're the only one i can ask for irrigation... hey, i made up for that. i gave you movie passes remember?? see what im doing, im even arguing with myself just writing about our bickerings (again, writing this is done in good humor, if ever there is such a term..). or for a more serious situation. i know that we can settle everything, cause thats how we are. we've laid a strong foundation over time that we can get over even the most complicated hurdle that comes our way. i should know, been there.. (speaking of which, whats with the 'i never say im sorry' thingy? didnt you hear me during the time when we blah-blah and when this stuff happened and blah-blah-blah.) *note: specifics were edited for best results.

so there, i appreciate everything you've done for me. dont ever think im never sorry when i screw up, cause i am. though i may not say it as often as you want me to, torturing me in fact just to blurt it out a couple of times, but it was meant when said. i appreciate it when i dont want to talk about something, you dont squeeze it out of me. i appreciate it that when i ask you to talk to me, you just do. i mostly appreciate it that even only through the magical technology of text, we've managed to be a source of cheering-type of help to each other (i notice a slight irony to this. hmmm..but thats another topic). in times of need, we've been able to deliver despite our quarrelsome bond. no matter how 'little' this sounds, its huge in my book. because when it does matter, this little thing doesnt get me bothered.



i miss these two gays err ladies...

i guess it does matter.. not to me though..

well, it sucks to be me... it normally does, but it reallyyy sucks to be me right now... oh well...