Monthly Archives: June 2008

I’m a sinner

One of the joys of taking the public transit is you get to encounter different types of people. And probably the strangest you will ever come across with are the self-proclaimed clairvoyants. You know these types, they claim they can foresee the future. These quote, unquote clairvoyants literally berate and tell everyone to confess their sins for according to them, the end of the world is coming in less than a week. Unfortunately, while on my way home yesterday, I happened to encounter one.

I was patiently waiting for the train to arrive when this lady, probably in her late thirties, approached me. It freaked me out, actually. See, I don’t want strangers to come up to me and ask for my number or whatever. So I scooted a bit away from her. But the lady was so persistent. I thought of giving her a chance, maybe she really wanted my number. Just as I was about to give the lady my number, she suddenly burst and her voice boomed out, “You are a sinner and you are damned to burn in Hell until you beg forgiveness and purify your soul!”

Instead of getting irked at the lady, I was actually surprised and amazed at how much she knew about me. I got interested in what she had to say, so I listened to her babbling. She talked about the end of the world, she told me she was once a sinner but already asked for purification and all. I was impressed, honestly. Maybe they’re really saying the truth. Maybe they can really foretell what’s going to happen. Maybe they’re really clairvoyants.


This goes with that

A few weeks ago, someone gave me this small toy contained in a glass capsule-ish thingy. You know, the ones you get from vending machines. When I opened the thingymabob, it was actually a robot from the Japanese anime, Gundam, at least that’s what the picture said. Which, of course, made me really ecstatic. But the toy wasn’t assembled yet, I still needed to piece every part of it. So I unpacked the toy capsule. What’s usually included in this kind of stuff is an instruction booklet. This would technically make the assembling process easier and faster. But I, being the maverick individual that I am, chose to not scan the instructions. 

Instructions are for lunkheads who don’t possess the magic touch. They are written by overly smug nerds to explain to dummies how to assemble and operate certain machineries which will probably never work anyway. Referring to instruction booklets would only show a sign of weakness. After all, you’re not putting together a very complicated nuclear reactor.

Was I successful? Yes. The joy and excitement that I got from assembling the robot without referring to the manual was unexplainable. Phenomenal, actually. 

Prevision; pre-analysis of 2008 Summer Olympics

I’m going to make a very logical prediction regarding the 2008 Summer Olympics. Not only will China obtain the most number of golds, but it will also decisively cream its top competitors. China is currently ranked 15th in terms of the number of medals won in both Summer and Winter Olympic Games. I guess by the end of the tournament, China would probably be already ranked 10th or 9th. (Side note: Philippines is 97th on the list.)

To arrive at this prediction, I considered a couple of points. Since all Olympic games will be held in Beijing, sending out athletes would definitely not be a problem for China. They don’t have to arrange flights and stuff for their athletes. Moreover, they could send as many athletes as they can. Plus, get this, they don’t need to qualify for the events; they’re already automatically seeded. I also considered the fact that China has been preparing for this for the past few years. So hopefully, we could see the hard work they have been exercising.

As for the Philippines, I just hope Lady Luck’s on their side. Blah.

Why she hates cutting her fingernails

Nail Bitch: “I really hate cutting my fingernails. It’s difficult to shift the button thingy on the top side of my iPod.”

Ken: “I know! Well, it would be easy if you have two incredibly large front teeth.”

Nail Bitch: “Right! Haha!” *throws her iPod* “Crap! I’m fucking pissed off!”

Ken: *whispers to myself* “Good thing I never cut mine. I just let them come off when they’re ready.”

A quadrant of their own

A reminder to myself: Stay away from people who are deeply engrossed in listening to mp3s on their iPods. Apparently, through some metaphysical process, they transform into another type of life form who happen to exist in a distant universe whenever they are preoccupied with their aforementioned habit.

After careful deliberation…

Hiatus ends here.