Madam: I did it MY way
Okay, things have quite gotten a bit interesting at camp minus prison. Seriously, one madam is going nuts and is shooting EVERYBODY. EVERYBODY I tell you! Heck, she is not a serial killer, but she has become one spree killer. She is taking everybody down in one big BADABOOM! Dramatic much? But that, my friends, is the truth.
I would be a fool if I claim these complaints as my own, but heck, everybody else is laughing out loud. Well, in my humble opinion, at least she is taking everybody down in one huge blast. Surprisingly, after the spectacle of me and my mess, I am still intact.
Yesterday, while we were in the intense state of boredom after being in a pseudo-solitary confinement state, madam motioned for us inmates to approach her one by one. [Un]fortunately, my mind was busy doing things by itself, that as soon as the first inmate made a move towards madam, I started singing, “…and now, the end is near, and so I face the final curtain..” To my feigned dismay [as if na dismayed], little poil joined in and sang with me! Next thing I knew, the whole department burst into song, and we all did the Can-Can in honor of madam.
Okay, obviously that was just made up – us bursting into song I mean. See what boredom and information overload can do to your brain? Anyway, Poil and I actually did sing a bit, and we ended up completing the whole Frank Sinatra song.. which ironically became fitting of our current predicament as we face the spree killing of madam.
Just so you know, I did a Google of “Funeral songs” and I ended up on a website which cited “I did it My Way” as a funeral song. Perfect, right? Anyway, for those who can understand what we are going through, here is the whole song with some edits and side comments. Pardon me if I include some bisaya words.. It just does not retain the humor if I take away the bisdakness of it all.
Frank Sinatra’s “I did it My Way” side comments my way.. 
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My very first M-E-M-O
Here’s the tale of the tape: My dear fellow inmates and I have been asked to do MANDATORY Overtime for give or take 3 months now. Prison camp wardens claim that we have mountains upon mountains of laundry work to do, and that is why we have to put in extra hours – yes even on Sundays.
Imagine this: Normal work days span from Mondays to Saturdays. Every other day in those work days, we are asked [more like forced] to do mandatory [definition: adj : required by rule; like I said, FORCED!] overtime or ELSE we get a MEMO/written reprimand/suspension.
Being the little obedient inmates we are, we try to do our best to love our Wardens and our duties. *yuck!* But that was until one by one, each inmate fell. The inmates started disappearing for days – mainly due to flu, fever, hypertension, all sorts of sickness. STRESS. Yet some still pushed on as the warden did not take out the ugly sign that said “OR ELSE MEMO!”
To top it off, they have put up those b*tt ugly firewalls to keep our weary minds from replenishing itself with happy thoughts. I think it is a bit stupid, but I cannot really say that to the warden’s face as I might have to be sent to isolation. *sigh* And so we trudged on. Most of the inmates did what they could – they did overtime as best as their bodies could take them. Like myself, I did some overtime, but not their prescribed 12 hours on workdays and 8 hours on Sundays. What? Have we no life after prison? x(
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August 5: I was happy today. We got our paycheck and everything. Obviously, that is not all I received. Yes dear friends, I received my first ever MEMO! Whoohoo!! Thank you for the cheers! I am so touched that the great Warden of all Wardens, the DeathEater of prison camp has awarded me such an honor to be suspended/reprimanded/memo-ed for not completing the 12 hours per workday, 8 hours on a Sunday OT. *thank you!* I am so touched. You have made all my nightmares come true!
My Rage Against the Machine (You Can’t Get The Best Of ME!!)
Note: You are about to see is what Master-Joh lovingly calls black propaganda. If you are not up to reading something that might ruin your day, I’m sorry, perhaps I will be able to post something happier after 2 p.m. PHT.
Contrary as what others may think, I have not disappeared into nothingness. Neither have I been busy, bored, or melted into the woodwork. This Wicked W(B)!+ch is still alive and kicking.
Last night, I was happily playing Sally’s Spa, while researching for PLR articles, while uploading themes, while looking for songs to stream on the Dumaguete City BisdakFM/WildRideFM Internet radio, when I noticed a full CP inbox. I had forgotten to clear out the messages from Globe after sending GCash. Anyway, as soon as space was provided, messages started to flood in. The second SPied mom was airing some news that made my happy disposition turn sour. I instantly wanted to throw-up (yes, I get that way when I’m upset – so sue me). As it turns out, the Machine at prison camp has been setting up FireWalls that would prevent us from looking out the window. Of course, they have been trying to block our vision of the outside world as we are supposed to stare at bars and nothing else – heck, we can’t even talk with other inmates. I think they have this vision of wearing blinders/blinkers (those things you see on the horses to prevent them from looking at the side or something…).
I think, perhaps, that this time around they are making some progress. But I would not count on it. The second SPied mom reckons I/WE should expect a certificate of excellence in delinquency that might be our ticket for a FORCED prison break. I am not sure of these developments, but who knows what lay on the horizon. For now, I can really see the FireWall that the Machine has oh so sneakily put up.
Yeahp. I think I might as well bend this time… Take note, THIS TIME. But that does not mean I am going to shut up. Obviously this is the only way the Machine can get us to look at this effing bars for a while… yet this will not last. I assure you. You cannot simply stare at bars without going nuts. Sadly, I’m afraid I am one who has a problem standing still or keeping my hands to myself. I believe I have what others call the DeeDee sickness described as “Ooohh! What does this button do??” We shall see.
And now I leave you with this last few thoughts. As Elle Woods once said, “Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands…” Well, if you change “husbands” and insert something there, then I think you will get my idea. I just hate being caged. I doubt if I was ever meant to be caged. Perhaps these are the signs that I was looking for. I secretly believe that I was meant to be my own boss. LoL..
Lastly, I dedicate this song to the Machine, and all the wardens, prison guards: Cypress Hill’s “You Can’t Get the Best of Me”.
YOU CAN’T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can’t, you can’t hold me down)
CAN’T GET THE BEST OF ME (you can’t hold me down)
Painting by Nikolai Getman
Delayed Reactions of the Flabbergasted Mind
Yesterday and today gave me one state of mind: Flabbergasted. As you can see in my cool mood indicator on the upper right of the page [if you're reading it today, who knows what it will indicate tomorrow], I am utterly, utterly flabbergasted. I am speechless with surprise, confusion, surprise, confusion, and confusion. Throw in a little of depression, manic tendencies, chronic schizophrenia, and perhaps we are good to go. No, really.
Ahh but days like these seem to go on forever. I’m happy for (a) little blessings of today, and (b) for being heard without realizing it. Little did I know that I was being heard all across the universe. But of course I knew it, silly me. I knew that I get visitors, but I never thought those visitors were people I knew. 
So first off, let me welcome two people into my blogroll: Earnest Hope, and Master Joh! *applause* Please take a seat and enjoy the show.
Another surprise that drove me almost to the asylum is the fact that my PageRank went down 2 notches. I would give hand and foot to raise it back up since it would most definitely get me another hand or foot if it stayed there! But what could I possibly do about it now that it has plummeted down into the depths of the sea? Oh well, might as well flood this blog once more with posts, rants and information to help boost its status into the exosphere. Am I right? Or am I left? Talk to me…
In other news, here is the official start to the other blog of mine, the one I was talking about. Although I have some unposted entries at my personal database, I am still in the process of debating myself crazy whether those posts should come out by now. Do keep visiting and see if I have posted more. I promise you, more posts in a couple of hours or days.
I seriously do not like posting useless stuff. Unlike before when all I could post was the useless stuff. Not so much these days. Still, I’ve learned to dig through my archives and uncover some good stuff I had unconsciously coughed up in my quest to type my fingers to the knuckles.
Now I go in search of a centralized tone to deal with this increasingly plummeting blog. Do not go away, please. As I said, have a seat! Just don’t take it anywhere with you, okay?
Latez!!
little to no improvement
Well, so far, the kiddies have some improvement.
Frankie has managed to overcome the frightful fever had is now as active as a baby coming out of sickness. At least he has recovered a bit. I wish I could say the same for Sophie. Unfortunately, just as we thought she was out of the woods, cough and cold got her sick – again. In her weakened state, her fever came back, and now we are facing a new battle. I pray that she will be okay by tomorrow. Between Frankie’s minor sniffles to Sophie’s constant crying, and my endlessly growing hole in the pocket, I honestly do not know how much further I can go on.
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In other news, I have created yet another blog. Teehee. This is a sickness, I know. After almost 3 years or so of blogging, I am still as addicted as the day I started. In fairness, though, I believe I have improved a bit.
Just in case you are wondering where I have set up tent this time, it is at http://gonehealthy.blogspot.com. I thought of separating an interest in the health field. hehehehe do check it out…! and click some ads… and do the same at http://neverdainty.blogspot.com!! God knows I need the MOoolaHH!!!
