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System Malfunction

Prepare to suffer the wrath of my acidic barf!

I’ve been sick for 3 days last week. I had a serious diarrhea that I pooped nothing but only water and carrots, water and carrots, and water and carrots. It’s like Libya has taken the hell out of my entire digestive system and “Muammar Gaddafi”, the culprit of this chaos, is yet to be found, exterminated, and yes, pooped.

For those days, I’ve been eating like chicken — several grains of rice, a pinch of meat, and some vegetables. My body is draining like hell and my appetite has gone somewhere else. I’ve been drinking gallons of Gatorade with Hydrite to replenish the lost liquid. With all the empty bottles in the kitchen, I think I can replace Michael Jordan in the Gatorade commercial. Oh, he’s out? Retired? Since when?

Common diarrhea is caused by bacteria in the digestive track, making the system go loco. With this I was made to drink Yakult. The body now has 80 million Lactobacilli Shirota Strain to fight the virus.

Son playing with tatay

And because yaya is out, the man cancelled his band practice and took care of the kid as I hid under the sheets, nursing a tummy ache the size of Africa.

P.S.

No, don’t take anti-diarrheal medications as such will only hinder the toxins from getting flushed out of your body. Let the upset stomach heal itself and keep on replenishing your body with liquids to avoid dehydration.

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A Hero for all Seasons

“Our role is to fight for the people. Whether they will show gratitude or not — immediately, later, or never — should not enter into our calculations. That is our fate — to fight for what is right.”

We like thick rimmed glasses not because we’re trying to be hippies. But more of a reverence to a person whose intellect and love for country has got democracy back to our land.

Too bad the mastermind of his assassination is still to be identified, defrosted, and buried.

Forever a Ninoy fan.

P.S.

You might want to read the book Ninoy Aquino The Man The Legend and know what was Ninoy really like — a man of flesh and blood, full of fault as well as virtue.

 

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It’s a Smurfin’ Day!

Wednesday is the finest day of the week — less people at the mall, shorter lines at the grocery, and more available tables in restaurants. It is also the man’s day off so we have all the time in the world to play Angry Birds, watch yet another 3D animation movie, or just be plain lazy at home.

It’s the time of the month when the hub and I go out for our monthly movie and dine-out. Sounds wholesome, right? Or strange, perhaps? But gone are the days when we would drop by The Outpost thrice a week or any liquor store at the corner and get wasted along the gutter. For two people who were best beer-guzzling buddies for years, the idea of spending the night watching cartoon movies, without any drink in hand, sounds weird. We, too, find it strange. It’s the obligatory and ever compelling justification of when you have a child, expect great changes in your lifestyle that encompasses this new habit. I won’t even break it down as you might fall into the labyrinth of mundane domestication.

So, where were we? Ah, the Wednesday plus the payday. Continue reading

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Moving Out

Bragging rights

Simplify things — that is the rule of the thumb. Filter your thread or news feed, eliminate contacts having issues, and stay away from hypocrites even if he/she often treats you for coffee.

After an intensive discussion with the hub that lasted for 2 minutes, we decided to deactivate our Twitter account any time today. Facebook is not an option, we’ve been out from it since time immemorial. Aside from being such a great distraction from work, Facebook amplifies your anger to the world with its rants and floods from users posting photos of their cats, dogs, and duckfaces. I often find myself wanting to shave my head after reading all the angst in the feed. Yes, nonsense is sometimes fun but not when you’re beating the deadline. Although Facebook has improved my stalking skills, it’s not good for the now-self.

I’ve been in Twitter for more than a year now and I admit it has been a fun time there. The great thing about Twitter is that it challenges you to share what’s on your mind in 140 characters — a good avenue for witty one-liners. But when I feel that my small realm is crowding up, there’s the need to get away. So here I am, starting to move out, setting up a home at Google+.

Twitter is asking you what’s happening, Facebook wonders what’s on your mind, and Foursquare wants to know where you are — the internet has turned into a paranoid girlfriend.

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The 12 o’clock duo is back

Urban walks at noon, ginabot at the heart of uptown cebu, sinugbang isda at downtown, and the best hopia at Super Delicious Bakery, Inc. at Colon — all are now possible again, thanks to the yaya and the amazing breast pump given by Yowee and the gang.

It all started when two pairs of feet decided to wander. The then-partner and I enjoy long walks along the urban streets of Cebu, mostly clueless on our destination. When the next appointment is an hour away, we walk to kill time. On rare, well, some occasions, we stop by at a local store ordering ice cold beer to replenish the liquid lost. We’re not a fan of fast foods and fancy restaurants, we enjoy a hearty meal at pungko-pungko and carenderias.

The name 12 o’clock duo surfaced because we often find ourselves wandering either at noon or midnight, looking for cheap lunch or a cold Red Horse beer before bedtime, which has turned into a nightly routine. This couple has been a familiar face among many tambays at Colon and pimps in Kamagayan. I think that’s the reason why nobody has tried to harass us — we blend with the community, appearing like one of them.

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Of marriages and learning to live with it

Samantha Lamb Photography / Getty Images

Relating from a 20 sec. read by Paulo Coelho:

Nasrudin spent the entire autumn working his garden. The flowers had blossomed in the spring – and Nasrudin noticed a few dandelions appearing, which he hadn’t planted.

Nasrudin tore them up. But the pollen had already spread and others began to grow. He tried to find a weed killer which only killed dandelions. A specialist told him any type of poison would end up killing all the other flowers. In despair, he went to ask a gardener for help.

– It is like a marriage – said the gardener. – Along with the good things, a few little inconveniences always appear.

– What can I do? – insisted Nasrudin.

– Learn how to love them . Although they are flowers you did not count on, they are still part of the garden.