Book Dilemma

I really don’t know how to manage my time now. The sound of the latter sentence seemed like I’m too busy. As a matter of fact, I don’t have anything to do at home but to get my self fatter and fatter each day.

The only thing that keeps me busy at home is pore over my books. If I could only read nonstop without hurting my eyes and my posture, I would really do it. So, I gotta stop for a while, relax my pitiful eyes and sometimes, do other mundane tasks.

What keeps me problematic nowadays is how to read all of the books I want. Isn’t it a bit unclear? Let me give you my specific scenario. I’m currently reading a novel entitled skyhook and I’m supposed to read my textbook on the Philippine constitution, and my father and I had just borrowed a book from our scientist friend a book entitled Natural Cures “they don’t want you to know about by Kevin Trudeau and my father wants me to take important notes from that book. I also wanted to read it too.

Now, I don’t know how to divide my time into reading those books. I have to finish reading Trudeau’s book before I go back to school.

I’ve gotta choose which book to give up to have more time. I hate choosing.

Don't Read - This is rubbish

I feel like writing something, so I sat down and faced our shabby computer set once again. Before settling down, I was out for a bicycle ride again with those kids playing around. You can’t expect me to join them, do you?

Whenever I’m alone, out on that bicycle, anyway not completely alone. . . It’s more like I have my own world whenever I ride my bicycle. . . Well, anyway, lots of stuff runs down my mind, and I really feel like jotting it down. So, those thoughts ruin my bicycle momentum and send me pedaling my way towards home, start up the wretched computer, lay my hands on the dusty keyboard, and stare at the blinking cursor with a blank expression on the screen for ages. Why? ‘Coz the ideas I was about to compose dissolved in this who-knows-where space of my brain.

Anyways, once I started my free writing stuff just like this one, lots of ideas come up again, which gives me the problem which-one-should-I-do-first? This free writing stuff ends me up in writing nothing but rubbish. That is why my page is named MYTRASH. Sounds right!

Tadaaaa. I’ve got nothing to type now. I’m tired of starting up another composition. I’ll end this thing up before it gets too long again. Chuckle.Chuckle.Chuckle.

P.S, I’m craving for mangoes dipped in soy sauce and sugar. Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum! Delicioso!

i was just freewriting

You know what? I hate myself for writing too long whenever I post a blog. I really wanted to make it short so that it wouldn’t be so boring to read. As if anyone cares if I post here or not, right? Haha. So I would punch the keys as long as I want, put my thoughts to words, and create a post as long as I want. Read it if you want. I don’t care as long as I put everything I here. To make the space in my brain a lot wider for other more substantial ideas. (char eh). Haha. This post might make my readers obliterate my site of their sites. Well, suit yourselves. 

The lame me

I just realized how lame I am. . . How I missed everything. . . and how late it is to cope.

One drizzly afternoon, after reading a novel, I went off to a bicycle ride at a nearby drier to rest my exhausted eyes. I saw kids, including my sisters play a game called tumbang preso with my father coaching them with what to do. It was my youngest sister’s turn by then and my dad was anxiously screaming commands at my sister. Then I realized that he was telling my sister to move out of the speeding slippers way by not standing behind the can. But my sister ignored it and stayed at her damn place with a somber look.

The kids and my father often yell “standing” and shout commands to run and catch someone. I truly don’t understand this game though I know some of its rules. But if you put me to test with my knowledge by playing it, I probably would just stand and watch in bewilderment.

Not only tumbang preso but loads of other pinoy games too, except patintero, though I can’t say I’m skilled with it. Maybe, or more likely this is because I haven’t enjoyed my childhood that much. I wasn’t allowed to play with other kids around. You know when I learned to play patintero? It was when I stepped in high school. I can’t play that kind of games in a private school I went to during elementary. We were disciplined to the bones that we only play during Fridays and with barbies, toy cars, jacks, badminton, and skates. It’s pretty lame. I only enjoyed skates and jacks, then when thought I grew bigger for those, I resorted to reading a book during our playtime.

Well, well. I’ve been talking too much again. Bye now.

Blogging Crisis

I can’t be on the net for 24/7 like in Iloilo. This is why my net hobbies were restrained. I can’t post blogs whenever I got something up in my mind. What I do is start up our beat up computer and type randomly on Microsoft Word 2003. I can’t do it in my laptop ‘coz my keyboard’s defective for the meantime. I’m still looking for someone whom I trust to fix it. I heard rumors that some computer technicians steal spare parts from laptops they fix and pretend that they can’t do anything for your doomed device.

When I get the chance to set off the town, I go to the internet cafes at once. I once went with my sister Che Che and let her play with some other PC. This is I post the blog/s during the days I wasn’t on the internet realm. I put them in flash drives ‘coz I wanna do everything quick. Writing needs substantial time in order for you to express everything. I get pressured whenever I do my blogs in internet cafes, and I couldn’t think of anything to write.

This is quite hard but I really have to do this in order to maintain my sanity. Why? Because not expressing your thoughts with any means might lead you to insanity. This is my last resort since I’m not fond of texting anymore, nor do I have someone sensible to talk to in this house.

I have not posted blogs for quite a long time. I really wanna do it again and as frequent as I can. Why? ‘Coz I think my English grammar and vocabulary is going a bit rusty. I have not done free writing for a long time. I hope it’s not that bad though. Bear with me my readers.

Monkey Eating Black Beans

Oh, here’s Gelai, my youngest cousin. I miss her so much. She’s more than a year old now. Everyone’s so fond of our little Gelai. Anyway, her real name’s Abiella Marie. She’s named after our late uncle Abiel.

Well, Gelai came with Uncle Totot and Aunt Nida on the way here at home. I saw Gelai last January during our gathering. She stopped being familiar with me since I left for college. She cries whenever I get near her. She doesn’t know me anymore. But just this morning, she came. I cuddled her and showed her our animals. I showed her our puppy, Iskamirat, our pigs, carabao, chicken, cow and goat. Gelai could utter words now, but the funny thing is, she just speaks the last syllable. It goes this way:

Me: BA
Gelai: Ba
Me: Boy
Gelai: Boy
Me: Baboy
Gelai: BOY!

She’s like that! She’s so ridiculous. I can’t help my self but be amused. Manok becomes Nok, Baka becomes Ka. She also speaks the words “So What.”

She also has some spirit in eating. She ate Otap, lollipop, steamed banana and the most amusing of all is black beans. She eats on top of the table placing the saucer of black beans in between her spread short legs and picks up a bean one at a time.

I just find Gelai so cute with this though she has been so shambolic and greasy after eating her black beans.