Friday, January 8, 2010
Random Things That Made Me Go "Whee!"
There are many bad things in life. But I believe that at the end of the day, the good things far outnumber the bad. Some people say that one should count his blessings but that's just impossible! Would it be really be possible to give a finite number to something that's infinite? Silly, isn't it? And I think it'll be stupid to try.
So there I was one night, lying in bed, trying to think of some of the good things that made me love life. There are some that made me laugh. There are some that made me weep for joy. But then, there are just those that are so silly and childish, they made me go "whee!". And this made me wonder. Despite the jadedness and the experiences, the inner kid in me has never really gone and probably will never be. He' still there, occasionally bonking me in the noggin' and trying to knock some sense of humor back into me.
Some things that made this little kid happy:
Cute Animals and Silly People. It's an addiction. Whenever I log onto the internet, there's never a time that a window of icanhascheezburger.com or failblog.org is never open. I always check these sites for updates and they have never failed to give me a chuckle. How can one just not love those lolcats, even if they don't love you back? (awww...) Or not laugh at people's random silliness, and I mean laugh in a good-natured way not the point-then-laugh kind?
Gag Shows. While I do enjoy comedy shows that make you think, sometimes you just wanna dumb things down, relax your mind, and enjoy some mind-numbing fun. First show I can think about? Bubble Gang. It's been over a decade and somehow they still manage to churn out fresh jokes. Some of the jokes and humor formulae are old though, but who cares? Yaya and Angelina, anyone?
Amusement Parks. I love amusement parks. It's too bad I haven't visited one in years but the memories still put a smile on my face. Food? Check. Adrenaline-pumping rides? Check. Weird souvenirs? Check. Hmm, I'm not a sucker for hardcore rollercoasters and I probably wouldn't want to ride one again, even though they were fun. If I do go visit an amusement park again, I'd probably have more fun riding the carousel. Or maybe Ocean Park's cable cars.
Good Food. Ice cream. Cakes. Pies. Pancakes. It is pretty obvious in my previous posts that I love food. The best time to eat them? When you're depressed about something. The worst time to eat them? When you're depressed about something. But hey, no matter your mood, they will always taste good! Good food is man's best friend, in my opinion... with all due respect to dogs and dog-lovers. =)
Video Games. My all time fave. So what if I'm a nerd, you got a problem with it? =P My current favorite: World of Warcraft, but I'm planning on taking on something less hardcore in a few months. The $15 a month subscription fee is a PitA but it's really a hell lot of fun! Besides, who doesn't like to roleplay a giant walking, talking cow that can transform into a bear, two types of cats, a seal, a giant owl bird, a raven, or a tree? Hmm?
Life is so much fun. I feel bad for those people who dwell too much in misery. I could only hope that one day, a lolcat will wander their way and make them realize how much they're missing.
Whee...
Photos from mattwardman.com, wikipedia.org, whoateallthepies.tv, funfairgames.net, moderateinthemiddle.wordpress.com
So there I was one night, lying in bed, trying to think of some of the good things that made me love life. There are some that made me laugh. There are some that made me weep for joy. But then, there are just those that are so silly and childish, they made me go "whee!". And this made me wonder. Despite the jadedness and the experiences, the inner kid in me has never really gone and probably will never be. He' still there, occasionally bonking me in the noggin' and trying to knock some sense of humor back into me.
Some things that made this little kid happy:
Cute Animals and Silly People. It's an addiction. Whenever I log onto the internet, there's never a time that a window of icanhascheezburger.com or failblog.org is never open. I always check these sites for updates and they have never failed to give me a chuckle. How can one just not love those lolcats, even if they don't love you back? (awww...) Or not laugh at people's random silliness, and I mean laugh in a good-natured way not the point-then-laugh kind?
Gag Shows. While I do enjoy comedy shows that make you think, sometimes you just wanna dumb things down, relax your mind, and enjoy some mind-numbing fun. First show I can think about? Bubble Gang. It's been over a decade and somehow they still manage to churn out fresh jokes. Some of the jokes and humor formulae are old though, but who cares? Yaya and Angelina, anyone?
Amusement Parks. I love amusement parks. It's too bad I haven't visited one in years but the memories still put a smile on my face. Food? Check. Adrenaline-pumping rides? Check. Weird souvenirs? Check. Hmm, I'm not a sucker for hardcore rollercoasters and I probably wouldn't want to ride one again, even though they were fun. If I do go visit an amusement park again, I'd probably have more fun riding the carousel. Or maybe Ocean Park's cable cars.
Good Food. Ice cream. Cakes. Pies. Pancakes. It is pretty obvious in my previous posts that I love food. The best time to eat them? When you're depressed about something. The worst time to eat them? When you're depressed about something. But hey, no matter your mood, they will always taste good! Good food is man's best friend, in my opinion... with all due respect to dogs and dog-lovers. =)
Video Games. My all time fave. So what if I'm a nerd, you got a problem with it? =P My current favorite: World of Warcraft, but I'm planning on taking on something less hardcore in a few months. The $15 a month subscription fee is a PitA but it's really a hell lot of fun! Besides, who doesn't like to roleplay a giant walking, talking cow that can transform into a bear, two types of cats, a seal, a giant owl bird, a raven, or a tree? Hmm?
Life is so much fun. I feel bad for those people who dwell too much in misery. I could only hope that one day, a lolcat will wander their way and make them realize how much they're missing.
Whee...
Photos from mattwardman.com, wikipedia.org, whoateallthepies.tv, funfairgames.net, moderateinthemiddle.wordpress.com
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Courtney Love vs Gollum
Viewed from 10 yards away, it's really hard to tell which is which.
Photo from totallylookslike.com
Somniphobia
The fear of sleep.
Dealing with this fear has been quite a struggle ever since I had a major breakdown about two years ago. My life changed that day. I found myself unable to live all by myself as I used to. Unable to be left alone for fear that I would die all alone. Unable to sleep alone at night. Getting heart palpitations. Rushing to the ER every day and every night for fear of having a heart attack. It was a total nightmare. Life came to a terrible stop. And I was left feeling vulnerable, unable to do the simplest things in life.
Sleep became a chore. Weeks after the breakdown, my mom had to sleep by my side so that I would feel safe. And even then, it would still take a while for me to sleep. She would have to massage my back so as just to make me feel relaxed and be able to feel drowsy and sleep. Some nights, I had to take strong sleeping pills just so I would be able to sleep. Waking was no comfort either. After a night of weird dreams, I would spend half the day trying to analyze my dreams and desperately seeking for explanations for what they could have meant.
What were the dreams like? Often they were about death. Murder. The occult.Scenarios where I would die horribly. Or perhaps me murdering someone else. I could remember one of me being riddled by bullets a few seconds before waking up. People from the past, dead relations, they were in my dreams. And then you'll wake up wondering if they were there to pick you up because you were dying in your sleep.
The phobia led to insomnia. I wouldn't fell asleep until the wee hours of the morning. If I do fell asleep earlier at night, I would get really anxious if I wake up too early, say between 2-3am, feeling that I didn't get enough sleep but couldn't get myself to sleep again either. I also had a weird fear of 3am, the "witching hour", somehow believing that waking up at the hour was brought about by something paranormal.
Things then led to parasomnia. Night terrors. Waking up but being unable to move. You just had a dream involving death, you try your best to wake up and stand up, but you're unable to. It's as if something supernatural is pinning you down. Perhaps this is where the legends of succubi and incubi came from? It sure felt that way.
So I sought help. And thanks to the shrink, things had been a lot better. But the scars of the experience still haunts me to this day. I'm still an insomniac. And I developed some pretty weird habits before I could sleep, such as having restless legs or having to know what my heart rate is lest I find that my heartbeat is way too slow or fast. Hell, I even had to have the clock removed from my room because I couldn't stand the ticking.
If sleep is indeed a wonderland, I have long not known what that wonderland is like. But having experienced the worst, I'm sure things would only get better from there.
...If only so that my eyebags would no longer be as large as Vince Vaughn's.
Photo from projectvisual.net
Dealing with this fear has been quite a struggle ever since I had a major breakdown about two years ago. My life changed that day. I found myself unable to live all by myself as I used to. Unable to be left alone for fear that I would die all alone. Unable to sleep alone at night. Getting heart palpitations. Rushing to the ER every day and every night for fear of having a heart attack. It was a total nightmare. Life came to a terrible stop. And I was left feeling vulnerable, unable to do the simplest things in life.
Sleep became a chore. Weeks after the breakdown, my mom had to sleep by my side so that I would feel safe. And even then, it would still take a while for me to sleep. She would have to massage my back so as just to make me feel relaxed and be able to feel drowsy and sleep. Some nights, I had to take strong sleeping pills just so I would be able to sleep. Waking was no comfort either. After a night of weird dreams, I would spend half the day trying to analyze my dreams and desperately seeking for explanations for what they could have meant.
What were the dreams like? Often they were about death. Murder. The occult.Scenarios where I would die horribly. Or perhaps me murdering someone else. I could remember one of me being riddled by bullets a few seconds before waking up. People from the past, dead relations, they were in my dreams. And then you'll wake up wondering if they were there to pick you up because you were dying in your sleep.
The phobia led to insomnia. I wouldn't fell asleep until the wee hours of the morning. If I do fell asleep earlier at night, I would get really anxious if I wake up too early, say between 2-3am, feeling that I didn't get enough sleep but couldn't get myself to sleep again either. I also had a weird fear of 3am, the "witching hour", somehow believing that waking up at the hour was brought about by something paranormal.
Things then led to parasomnia. Night terrors. Waking up but being unable to move. You just had a dream involving death, you try your best to wake up and stand up, but you're unable to. It's as if something supernatural is pinning you down. Perhaps this is where the legends of succubi and incubi came from? It sure felt that way.
So I sought help. And thanks to the shrink, things had been a lot better. But the scars of the experience still haunts me to this day. I'm still an insomniac. And I developed some pretty weird habits before I could sleep, such as having restless legs or having to know what my heart rate is lest I find that my heartbeat is way too slow or fast. Hell, I even had to have the clock removed from my room because I couldn't stand the ticking.
If sleep is indeed a wonderland, I have long not known what that wonderland is like. But having experienced the worst, I'm sure things would only get better from there.
...If only so that my eyebags would no longer be as large as Vince Vaughn's.
Photo from projectvisual.net
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Things Horror Movies Taught Us
The plot is not important.
How good-looking the main characters are is what counts.
The scary looking guy isn't the bad guy.
The guy helping you is the bad guy.
The jock always dies.
The cheerleader dies.
If the jock and cheerleader had sex, they will die faster.
The virgin never dies.
The funny black guy never dies.
The hispanic weird guy dies.
The cute puppy or kitty will die horribly and violently.
The guy who said "Let's get out of here!" won't be able to.
The noisy guy will die noisily.
Never bother looking behind you. Just run!
No matter how fast you run, the bad guy will always catch up.
Peaceful, soothing music means something scary will pop out in less than 10 seconds.
If it looks dead, it isn't.
If you're hiding under the bed, the bad guy won't bother looking under the bed.
...But if you breathe a sigh of relief, the bad guy will suddenly look under the bed.
If you're not under the bed, the bad guy is under the bed. Don't bother looking, just get the hell out.
It's pointless to hide under the sheets.
If the house looks haunted, don't enter it!
Nice comfy suburban houses are just as haunted so stay away from them too. In fact, just sleep in the streets.
Your flashlight will always fail.
Your cellphone will always lose reception or be out of juice when you need it.
The chainsaw is a dangerous tool. Stay away from it.
Spoons are deadlier than you think, stay away from them too.
Stay away from the swimming pool.
Holy water won't kill the bad guy, voodoo mumbo-jumbo will.
The protagonist is related to the bad guy in some way.
The protagonist might actually be the bad guy.
The bad guy is immortal, it's pointless to try killing him.
If the bad guy says you will die, you will.
If the bad guy doesn't kill you in 5 minutes, you'll probably live.
It's pointless to beg the bad guy to spare your life. Just accept your fate.
The bad guy is a good singer.
There will always be a twist in the end.
Sequels will suck. But you'll watch it anyway.
You'll find yourself laughing more than screaming when watching a horror movie.
Photo from sodahead.com
How good-looking the main characters are is what counts.
The scary looking guy isn't the bad guy.
The guy helping you is the bad guy.
The jock always dies.
The cheerleader dies.
If the jock and cheerleader had sex, they will die faster.
The virgin never dies.
The funny black guy never dies.
The hispanic weird guy dies.
The cute puppy or kitty will die horribly and violently.
The guy who said "Let's get out of here!" won't be able to.
The noisy guy will die noisily.
Never bother looking behind you. Just run!
No matter how fast you run, the bad guy will always catch up.
Peaceful, soothing music means something scary will pop out in less than 10 seconds.
If it looks dead, it isn't.
If you're hiding under the bed, the bad guy won't bother looking under the bed.
...But if you breathe a sigh of relief, the bad guy will suddenly look under the bed.
If you're not under the bed, the bad guy is under the bed. Don't bother looking, just get the hell out.
It's pointless to hide under the sheets.
If the house looks haunted, don't enter it!
Nice comfy suburban houses are just as haunted so stay away from them too. In fact, just sleep in the streets.
Your flashlight will always fail.
Your cellphone will always lose reception or be out of juice when you need it.
The chainsaw is a dangerous tool. Stay away from it.
Spoons are deadlier than you think, stay away from them too.
Stay away from the swimming pool.
Holy water won't kill the bad guy, voodoo mumbo-jumbo will.
The protagonist is related to the bad guy in some way.
The protagonist might actually be the bad guy.
The bad guy is immortal, it's pointless to try killing him.
If the bad guy says you will die, you will.
If the bad guy doesn't kill you in 5 minutes, you'll probably live.
It's pointless to beg the bad guy to spare your life. Just accept your fate.
The bad guy is a good singer.
There will always be a twist in the end.
Sequels will suck. But you'll watch it anyway.
You'll find yourself laughing more than screaming when watching a horror movie.
Photo from sodahead.com
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
The Four Temperaments
I'm not one to make grandiose and elaborate plans for my life. But I don't believe that one should go about in life without a clue of what to do or how to do it. It's the start of the year and I thought that perhaps it would be a good idea to do a little self-analysis, just to get a general picture of what the pros and cons of my personality are. Some gits and shiggles out of it wouldn't hurt either.
Browsing the web, I found OneIshy.com. The test they have isn't what I would call definitive or scientific. But it's a hell lot better than those braindead quizzes you see on social networking sites. Taking the test puts one under any of four temperaments (a personality classification system that has apparently been around since the Middle Ages):
Choleric - (upper right emoticon in pic) The Doer. The natural-born leader.
Melancholic (lower right) The Thinker. The philosopher/artist.
Sanguine - (lower left) The Talker. The life of the party.
Phlegmatic (upper left) The Watcher. The relaxed guy.
The test classified me as Phlegmatic. Pretty interesting considering that that was the answer I was expecting before taking the test.
The Phlegmatic
The Introvert | The Watcher | The Pessimist
Strengths
The Phlegmatic's Emotions
Low-key personality
Easygoing and relaxed
Calm, cool and collected
Patient well balanced
Consistent life
Quiet but witty
Sympathetic and kind
Keeps emotions hidden
Happily reconciled to life
All-purpose person
The Phlegmatic As A Parent
Makes a good parent
Takes time for the children
Is not in a hurry
Can take the good with the bad
Doesn't get upset easily
The Phlegmatic At Work
Competent and steady
Peaceful and agreeable
Has administrative ability
Mediates problems
Avoids conflicts
Good under pressure
Finds the easy way
The Phlegmatic As a Friend
Easy to get along with
Pleasant and enjoyable
Inoffensive
Good listener
Dry sense of humor
Enjoys watching people
Has many friends
Has compassion and concern
Weaknesses
The Phlegmatic's Emotions
Unenthusiastic
Fearful and worried
Indecisive
Avoids responsibility
Quiet will of iron
Selfish
To shy and reticent
Too compromising
Self-righteous
The Phlegmatic As A Parent
Lax on discipline
Doesn't organize home
Takes life to easy
The Phlegmatic At Work
Not goal oriented
Lacks self motivation
Hard to get moving
Resents being pushed
Lazy and careless
Discourages others
Would rather watch
The Phlegmatic As a Friend
Dampens enthusiasm
Stays uninvolved
Is not exciting
Indifferent to plans
Judges others
Sarcastic and teasing
Resists change
Amazing how ~80% of it is true. I'm not a pessimist though, more like indifferent at certain times. But it's good to know that I could probably make a good parent. =P
Now I just need to work on how to maximize my strengths and work around my weaknesses.
So, how about you? What's your temperament?
Photo from wikipedia.org
Monday, January 4, 2010
Tooth Fairy
And I thought I have seen everything.
Was watching TV when I saw the promotional for this film. Made for one nice WTF moment.
Photo from mannythemovieguy.com
Confucius McPufferfish
Sunday, January 3. Last day of the holidays.
The guilt free excuses for excessive eating is finally over. Tomorrow, Monday, heralds the beginning of the unofficial Lent season. Yep, from the hams, chocolates, cakes, pasta, pies, muffins, waffles, eggnogs, roast chicken of last December, this January has only one thing on the menu:
Nope. You can't put milk on it, although skim milk might be okay. Just add hot water and you're good to go. Sugar's not allowed either. You could probably have a banana, orange, or apple after. Nothing fancy. My penance for December's gluttony.
Amazing how despite the many motivational speeches you recited in your head to convince yourself not to indulge too much in eating binges during the holidays, you still end up doing it. But what can you do? Eating is human instinct. Would you seriously ignore delicious food when it's laid out in front of you, begging you to "Eat me!"?
But it'll all be good. I'd rather eat an apple than look like a walking giant apple.
As additional punishment to myself, until I've lost the couple of pounds I gained over the past few weeks, I demand that people call me:
Confucius McPufferfish
This is gonna be awesome.
The guilt free excuses for excessive eating is finally over. Tomorrow, Monday, heralds the beginning of the unofficial Lent season. Yep, from the hams, chocolates, cakes, pasta, pies, muffins, waffles, eggnogs, roast chicken of last December, this January has only one thing on the menu:
Nope. You can't put milk on it, although skim milk might be okay. Just add hot water and you're good to go. Sugar's not allowed either. You could probably have a banana, orange, or apple after. Nothing fancy. My penance for December's gluttony.
Amazing how despite the many motivational speeches you recited in your head to convince yourself not to indulge too much in eating binges during the holidays, you still end up doing it. But what can you do? Eating is human instinct. Would you seriously ignore delicious food when it's laid out in front of you, begging you to "Eat me!"?
But it'll all be good. I'd rather eat an apple than look like a walking giant apple.
As additional punishment to myself, until I've lost the couple of pounds I gained over the past few weeks, I demand that people call me:
Confucius McPufferfish
This is gonna be awesome.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
A Case of Hobbits with Bad Hangovers
The holidays are over. And unlike previously when you don't want the holidays to end, I am actually finding myself longing for Monday and see the gears turning and churning once more.
Sure, not doing anything for about a week could be fun and relaxing. But it does feel quite too long. And seriously, Filipinos have this habit of having too much holidaying. The old "if it's a -ber month it's already Christmas" thing is seriously getting too old. I suppose this is why this country won't take off like Malaysia or Thailand (both of which by now are on their way to first world status like Singapore)? But that's another topic.
Like I told a friend, these days when I look at people, it seems like I'm staring at small, fat, lazy, curly-haired hobbits the morning after a long night's eating party frenzy feeling all bummed out with raging headaches the like of which would have made this ordinary human's head explode. This can't be. I need activity! I need my brain to churn and work!
I am even amazed that I managed to think of all this and write them all down. Oh well. Bring on the work! 'Nuff of the holidays already. . . .
Perhaps I should pull someone's wisdom teeth off. That would actually be very interesting and break the monotony. Who needs dentists when you have an ultra-bored bohemian waiting to do some nastiness?
Sure, not doing anything for about a week could be fun and relaxing. But it does feel quite too long. And seriously, Filipinos have this habit of having too much holidaying. The old "if it's a -ber month it's already Christmas" thing is seriously getting too old. I suppose this is why this country won't take off like Malaysia or Thailand (both of which by now are on their way to first world status like Singapore)? But that's another topic.
Like I told a friend, these days when I look at people, it seems like I'm staring at small, fat, lazy, curly-haired hobbits the morning after a long night's eating party frenzy feeling all bummed out with raging headaches the like of which would have made this ordinary human's head explode. This can't be. I need activity! I need my brain to churn and work!
I am even amazed that I managed to think of all this and write them all down. Oh well. Bring on the work! 'Nuff of the holidays already. . . .
Perhaps I should pull someone's wisdom teeth off. That would actually be very interesting and break the monotony. Who needs dentists when you have an ultra-bored bohemian waiting to do some nastiness?
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