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I just realized Bebert is my good 'ole human alarm clock. He's there to counter the big sleepyhead in me (I can take 4 hour naps). He wakes me up when I literally can't wake up because of hypoglycemia (or low blood sugar). Tengkyu dudong...And yes I love the songs of Maroon Five.

Meron Five

1) Friday Magic Madness and Remote Control Weekend become more meaningful as one gets older. Songs played here seem to sound more beautiful. Was happy when I heard "You and Me" (Wannadies) and "Californication" (Red Hot Chili Peppers) on NU last week. And these songs aren't even that old.

2) I never thought old ladies' singing voices, echoing through a quiet chapel, could soothe on a Friday night. Maybe we lose a love to find something greater. I don't know how that's possible but I suppose it is.

3) Why is it that when we ask we're told not to ask? And if you were given a reply, would you be able to handle it? More important, would you be able to do anything about it? Sometimes, would you rather not know?

4) I've never won a single battle with my danged alarm clock. I set the alarm at 5:40 am, snooze a million times, and get up about 45 minutes after for crying out loud. What's worse is pressing "stop" instead of "snooze", waking up and realizing in horror that you had overslept and would be late for work. Again.

5) Why does it have to rain right after you had your car washed?

Of mice and men

Somehow I empathized with that poor little mouse. But I have to tell you I loathe seeing them; they make me squirm and give me goose bumps. My family knows this well, and so does Bebert. I really don't know why I feel that way, but I just do.

Anyway, going back to my story. Bebert bought mouse traps last week and placed 3 of them in our room. Just a few minutes after, a little mouse started shrieking, Bebert started whooping in victory (hahaha, huli ka!), and I started wincing. Thank God he promptly got rid of the mouse.

Last night I didn't know my slipper nicked into a portion of the trap until I actually wore my slippers. Boy was it sticky; danged sticky I tell you. I thought my slipper would be permanently stuck to my left foot but I'm so grateful it wasn't. Soap and water did nothing for my icky, sticky toe. Good 'ole baby oil saved the day, or should I say the night.

They say face your fear. In this case I would rather not. What are you guys afraid of?

P.S. There was a place called Rodent World in Zoobic and yes I was jumping up and down to see it, oozing with enthusiasm.