Grammar Police—If Not We, Then Who?

I can't sleep.

Well, technically I got a few hours of zzzz's but then I had to get up at 1:00 AM to go to the bathroom. And now, I am writing this—at 2:23 in the morning.

But that's not the only thing I'm doing. I'm also googling. What about? The Elements of Style. Grammar, usage tips. Grammar police memes. Why? Because that's what I've suddenly become —a grammar police. Look, I even have a badge to show for it.

Absolute Joy

The other night, I had a realization. But prior to that, 4 days before to be exact, I had this conversation with a friend:

Friend: Have you ever longed for something, and when it finally comes, you realize that the joy you had anticipated while waiting for that something to happen is several notches lower that when what you're longing for finally comes true? 

Me: I guess... Does getting excited over my Mac count?  And when I finally get it, I find that the excitement isn't as 'exciting' as I imagined it... 

Friend: I asked Sr. Mary about it, and you know what she said? 

Me: What? 

Friend: God doesn't give us absolute joy over something or someone so we will be reminded that only He can give us that joy.

Trite as it may sound, I would have to agree.  That conversation really got me thinking about... things.

Going Back to Your First Love (Or, some post-Valentine's Day thoughts from a single girl)

Sigh... what girl doesn't remember her first love?  Certainly not me.  Call it lame, but you have to admit, first love can make or break a girl.

So, what's this über-post Valentine's Day post on first loves trying to drive at on this last day of February?

REMEMBERING AUGUST 22

Today is a special non-working holiday.  Why?  Because it’s been 20 years since the great Benigno Aquino Jr. was felled by a single gunshot wound at the tarmac of the Manila International Airport. 

Actually, yesterday, August 21, was the real anniversary of Ninoy’s death.  But since the historic date fell on a Thursday, good ol’ GMA decided to move the commemoration of Mr. Aquino’s heroic death to a Friday. (The better for us working people to enjoy the long weekend, I guess.)

So, what makes the day special, anyway?  An extra day to sleep in and wake up late?  For most people this day may just be one of those holidays.  But definitely not for me.  Because today, I grieve.  For exactly a day after Rolando Galman allegedly shot the great senator, in the middle of a nationwide blackout, my mother passed away.

Restless Mind

"Mixed feelings, like mixed drinks, are a confusion to the soul." -George Carman

Although my body feels tired from playing badminton earlier, my mind is exactly the opposite.  Somehow, there seems to be a hint of restlessness inside my head that I couldn't quite explain.

Confusion?  Maybe... I tried to explain it by looking for a suitable quote on the internet. And that one on top is what I found.

Yep, that could be it.  I could be feeling a bit confused.  About what?  Hard to say.  All I know is I have a lot of "why's" swirling inside my skull.  I don't even know if all this is worth it, but I guess I'll stay here and swim in the swirl for a while.

http://lateralaction.com/articles/mind-maps/

I know I'm just blabbering, and I know no one would give a hoot about this rambling.  But I felt I just had to ramble.  This kinda gets things out of my head.  Until the next time when the source of my perplexity shows up again.

Maybe I should do mind mapping.  Will it explain the confusion?  Probably not.  But it could be fun.  Might even take my mind off the muddle for a while...

Total Customer Satisfaction

I woke up this morning thinking, "I'm ordering breakfast!"  So I got up, turned my laptop on and proceeded to order online.  However, after about half an hour, I had this feeling that my order wasn't coming.  So I dialed the delivery hotline.  What happened next is not what I would consider blog-worthy, so I'll just leave it to your imagination.

Dancing in the Rain

I hate the rains.  Rainy weather makes me feel sad.  But now, thanks to my new rain boots, I don't have reason to be sad anymore.  I'll just wear them, and sing and dance in the rain!

My striped rain boots... now the rains can be fun!