Bits Of Information You Really Need Not Know (Except For The First One)

 


     Basing on recent developments, there’s a huge possibility that the Philippines' incumbent vice-president, Sara Duterte, daughter of Former President Rodrigo Duterte, will go to jail (she’s being investigated by congress on corruption charges and by the NBI with regard to her (death) threats against the president), aside from the prospect of being impeached and disbarred (she’s a lawyer). It’s a triple whammy, yes, but then, she's vicious, and she's not even trying to hide it. I'll categorize this info as happy news.

     Instagram doesn’t allow screen recording anymore. I’ll categorize this as bad news.

     Just learned today on Facebook that a woman’s most private part could be categorized as either innie or outie. Who says Facebook is useless when it comes to dispensing pertinent information? Lol.

     Saw this Facebook video about the Top Twenty songs on Billboard in 1980 and realized that it was a great year in music. The top three songs were “Call Me” (Blondie, #1), “Another Brick in the Wall Part 2” (Pink Floyd, #2) and “Magic” (Olivia Newton-John, #3). The rest of the songs include Queen’s “Crazy Little Thing Called Love,” Paul McCartney’s “Coming Up,” Air Supply’s “Lost In Love,” and Styx’s “Babe.” Today’s music suck, yeah.

     Our dog, who’s been suffering from allergy (he’d be so itchy and every day, he’d scratch like there’s no tomorrow, resulting in wounds on his body, and we and the vets couldn’t determine his allergen), is finally, we hope, getting well. He’d been calm for the last four days without medications, this after we thought that he was already allergic to life.

     Today, my order of chia seeds arrived. 

     Lastly, it's the last week of November, the perfect time to start hunting for Christmas gifts. I'd probably buy a pair of couple rings for me and my girlfriend and--- wait, I don't have a girlfriend. Tch. I'd probably just buy myself a mug.

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