Previously on facebook, I liked ‘Screaming “Die!” at a bug when I spray it with bug spray.’ Raise your hand if you do that (then go ahead and like it on fb), too! If you didn’t, I’m sorry you had a lousy childhood and I hope you get to hold a can of baygon (or alcohol and matches) next time a flying ipis threatens you.
Earlier today, I watched Legally Blonde (again, for the umpteenth time) and figured how I like Elle Woods’ character but would probably dislike someone like her in person. And then it dawned on me that I do not like a lot of people in general, period.
This also made me realize that I have memorized most of the lines in this movie and that I can say them out loud in the same manner they were delivered. I’m a geek. Sue me.
Whenever I try to make sense of my thoughts, process them, sort them out through patterns, I tend to ‘hang’ (as in the computer term for processors that refuse to function altogether) and the wires in my brain erase all the memory and then I cannot remember any more. I need to be reprogrammed. But how?
When did I stop writing? I used to like to read about myself. Yes, I am self-centered that way. I’d always say that whoever gets to read my journals would have a field day laughing out loud at the inanities I felt were too real to be forgotten.
I would comment on the events that happened last week but I hold back and think my words through. Much has been said anyway. A lot of experts (on hostage resolution, foreign affairs, media ethics, police issues, tambay at usisero) have been rattling on and on about what could have been done, what should have been done, what would have been done. Even Aling Tasing by now is an expert at crises handling. Ang dami dami pala nating alam eh. Just the same, my heart is broken and for a minute there I wondered what I should have been doing as a Christian who happens to be Filipino.