One lazy Tuesday afternoon, while browsing on the net for some updates on the coup 'd etat ( i am still not giving up hopes of getting work called-off because of another mammoth protest-rally along Ayala Avenue) and my friend Cristine ferociously typing on the keyboard her 'to do list', we ended up talking politics... ayayay... sus... hindi bagay.
Knowing me and Cristine, our usual tittle-tattle revolves around work, the latest fads, shoes, bags, movies, her 'K-Portal', my 'AQ' (both referring to persons actually), making fun of Wayne (the Chinese guy who logs off at exactly 5pm everyday) or our dearest Ka-Ching. It must be the chocolate mousse and the sylvanna that we consumed a while ago; yes, it must be the sugar rush and the excess seepage of glucose in our systems.
That little conversation went something like this:
Thet: Ano ba yung proclamation 1017?
Cristine: E di yung State of Emergency ni Gloria...
Thet: Alam mo kase yung pag-declare ni Gloria ng State of Emergency is a subtle way to suppress... (thinking)... hmmm... yung malayang pamamahayag...
Chin: Yea... hmmm... (nods)
Thet: Yea, kase pag ganun, hindi sila basta-basta pwede maglabas ng kung anu-anong balita... may rason ang gobyerno na basta na lang sila damputin...
Cristine: Kase ang problema sa Pilipinas, masyadong lax ang constitutional law...
Thet: OO nga...
Cristine: Unlike sa China, kahit communist, may control ang mga tao sa government kahit pa'pano...
Thet: But hey, you know what, di ba yung mga Pilipinong komunista, idol si lolo mao (tze dong)... because of his principles... sana ganun din dito... i prefer that actually...
Cristine: Syempre bakit...
Thet (joining in) ... pulitika pinag-uusapan natin...
Sabay tawa!!! haha...
Really, what's happening to the world?! (",)
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
Cynicism bit my head off
i wonder if it's this book -- Beijing Doll by Chun Sue -- that i am currently reading that's giving me this cynical mood today. I mean, with all the things that have been happening lately, especially the never-ending political woes and the society's irrepresible trip to disparagement, it is becoming pretty hard to face the world with a bright outlook and an encouraging smile.
I was watching the news late last night and everything it offered was still about the coup attempts, the finger-pointing in the government, Malacanang washing its hands with the recent arrests of some popular figures that were very transparent about their dislike of how things are being run by the government -- the subersives and the 'filibustres'. I AM one of them.
Cynicism, I guess, is spreading like wild fire in a forgotten forest. We are the dried twigs that one spark of malady could ignite a thousand folds. How sad it is that barely a month has passed since this nation felt whole, felt proud with the 'Manny Pacquiao and Bryan Villoria victory'. It's as if everything just evaporated into thin air. Now, all you hear are bouts of anger and disappointment, cruel wishes to let the battle begin and let the coup happen. Even thoughts of Malacanang burning with all the "trapos" helplessly trapped inside. Then, Ayala is so full, confettis are scattered in the streets while thousands of people convened to stage another rally. Yes, I must admit I can see those thoughts vividly. I AM guilty of entertaining them. Then maybe, work would be called-off again; I can go home and sleep.
Oh, Work. I am having a hard time remembering what it means. It's only a four-letter word, yet it's that powerful that it can make a person cry, not sleep and kill himself eventually. I never imagined that would be such a pain in the a$$ until I stopped doing what I love to do -- write.
Good heavens, please let there be another rally...
I was watching the news late last night and everything it offered was still about the coup attempts, the finger-pointing in the government, Malacanang washing its hands with the recent arrests of some popular figures that were very transparent about their dislike of how things are being run by the government -- the subersives and the 'filibustres'. I AM one of them.
Cynicism, I guess, is spreading like wild fire in a forgotten forest. We are the dried twigs that one spark of malady could ignite a thousand folds. How sad it is that barely a month has passed since this nation felt whole, felt proud with the 'Manny Pacquiao and Bryan Villoria victory'. It's as if everything just evaporated into thin air. Now, all you hear are bouts of anger and disappointment, cruel wishes to let the battle begin and let the coup happen. Even thoughts of Malacanang burning with all the "trapos" helplessly trapped inside. Then, Ayala is so full, confettis are scattered in the streets while thousands of people convened to stage another rally. Yes, I must admit I can see those thoughts vividly. I AM guilty of entertaining them. Then maybe, work would be called-off again; I can go home and sleep.
Oh, Work. I am having a hard time remembering what it means. It's only a four-letter word, yet it's that powerful that it can make a person cry, not sleep and kill himself eventually. I never imagined that would be such a pain in the a$$ until I stopped doing what I love to do -- write.
Good heavens, please let there be another rally...
Friday, February 24, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
On horoscopes, clairvoyants and the likes...
i don't have anything to write and it pisses me off. It's like reminding myself that my life ahora is one big bore. This scares the hell out of me. I just wish something interesting would come my way.
Boredom kills me above anything else. And I don't wanna die useless. It's funny how I become too melodramatic sometimes that I think highly of myself -- an ultimate creation that someday I will die a hero.
Anyway, just when I thought I couldn't blabber any farther, I was suddenly reminded of a very interesting horoscope forecast about me yesterday. It says something about me having 'a sudden bolt of affection towards someone that i just met'. Ngii... I wonder, ano na naman ito? Hehe. Not that I really believe in astrological stuffs like this. Sometimes, it just really amazes me. Have you ever been in that instance where you are actually convinced that your horoscope might just be true because it fits in the current situation? Actually, I don't really rely on the stars when it comes to my fate. Horoscopes are just fun... something to think about when you're mind's losing it all. And hypocrisy aside, it kind'a boosts your ego when your reading is in your favor.
Then there's this clairvoyant named Sara Freder who keeps appearing in my mailbox, saying things like how my luck is very nil and how she holds the answer to having every wrong in my life go right. I really wanted to believe her. If only her fee will not cost me a whole month of my salary... hehe. nevermind, I think I can handle my life well, go through it without any mystic interventions and still be the happy-feeling-lucky me that I am.
Boredom kills me above anything else. And I don't wanna die useless. It's funny how I become too melodramatic sometimes that I think highly of myself -- an ultimate creation that someday I will die a hero.
Anyway, just when I thought I couldn't blabber any farther, I was suddenly reminded of a very interesting horoscope forecast about me yesterday. It says something about me having 'a sudden bolt of affection towards someone that i just met'. Ngii... I wonder, ano na naman ito? Hehe. Not that I really believe in astrological stuffs like this. Sometimes, it just really amazes me. Have you ever been in that instance where you are actually convinced that your horoscope might just be true because it fits in the current situation? Actually, I don't really rely on the stars when it comes to my fate. Horoscopes are just fun... something to think about when you're mind's losing it all. And hypocrisy aside, it kind'a boosts your ego when your reading is in your favor.
Then there's this clairvoyant named Sara Freder who keeps appearing in my mailbox, saying things like how my luck is very nil and how she holds the answer to having every wrong in my life go right. I really wanted to believe her. If only her fee will not cost me a whole month of my salary... hehe. nevermind, I think I can handle my life well, go through it without any mystic interventions and still be the happy-feeling-lucky me that I am.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
incomplete memoirs
this afternoon, while looking after my mom's store, i had fun watching these little children do some crazy things while playing. it brought back memories of my own childhood; they never fail to amuse me.
while we believe that kids say the darnest of things, i'd say they too perform the craziest of antics. take these two young lads that were staging a breakdance in the middle of the street, for instance. neither knows how to really dance but both looked really eager to outscore the other. one did a somersault while the other watched in awe. by then he knew that he's defeated. a minute later and he was asking his other playmates to come up with another game.
then there were these two girls who were debating over who's going to be the "mom" in their bahay-bahayan game. neither was willing to give up the role. i wondered why. then i found out that John, this new balikbayan kid was playing the 'dad' role. both has a crush on him. tsk... kids today.
i asked myself: was i like this back then? i was afraid of the answer. i seriously hope not.
what i was before was a normal kid who was easy to please. i played fair and never had a crush until i was in grade six. or was that not normal?
while we believe that kids say the darnest of things, i'd say they too perform the craziest of antics. take these two young lads that were staging a breakdance in the middle of the street, for instance. neither knows how to really dance but both looked really eager to outscore the other. one did a somersault while the other watched in awe. by then he knew that he's defeated. a minute later and he was asking his other playmates to come up with another game.
then there were these two girls who were debating over who's going to be the "mom" in their bahay-bahayan game. neither was willing to give up the role. i wondered why. then i found out that John, this new balikbayan kid was playing the 'dad' role. both has a crush on him. tsk... kids today.
i asked myself: was i like this back then? i was afraid of the answer. i seriously hope not.
what i was before was a normal kid who was easy to please. i played fair and never had a crush until i was in grade six. or was that not normal?
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
A cup of coffee and the infinite tantrums
The past few days have been a spiral of blurry images that I refuse to just flush down the drain. I am the type who wants to document everything that has happened at a day's work -- be it worthy or not. Having something to look back to is one of the most precious possessions someone could have.
Lately, I've been seriously contemplating in turning yet another leaf in my life. That is to say I'm getting bored in the routinary things I've been doing lately. I sleep past 12 midnight or sometimes, when the good Bathala turns his pitying eyes on me, lets me sleep a little earlier like 10 pm. I a convinced I am an insomniac. I usually come around at 5 am, annoyed by the incessant beeping of my mobile-turned-alarm clock, only to snooze it and go back to deep slumber. And so my day starts an hour later, thank God I get to witness another day of miracles and wonders and leave a promise that I'll be nicer (or atleast try to be). Work starts the moment I'm beyond the confines of my domicile. Since I'm a little over my budget, I try to commute through the good old reliable Ayala loop FXs and see the real world through my co-commuters' eyes... a.k.a. long queue to the FX stand, morning rush, heavy traffic and traffic police scalawags who are preying on colorum vehicles [usually the one that I'm in] for some "blessings."
At work, I race myself against the red asterisk our HR manager loves putting beside our names in the log sheet at the strike of 8:30 am -- a palpable sign that we're late. I turn on my PC, my speaker and listen to my morning hymn -- the Pachelbel's Canon in D or sometimes when I crave for them, the Prayer of Jabez songs. I yawn, slouch on my bon-bon chair, yawn some more and curse myself for being such a sleepyhead. My cup of coffee always does the trick. I am such a heavy coffee drinker that I could drink up to four mugs a day. Oh, and yea, I also get a lot of scolding from Cristine whenever I get those severe palpitations from too much caffeine in-take. My a$$ is glued to my seat the rest of the day, trying to figure out my next step for the damned magazine project that I am currently handling: Call this, call that, email this, email that, write this, write that, reasearch this, research that, God, I can go on and ramble about this for like eternity. A third of my total workload ends in procrastination; half is accomplished amid the groups' occassional laughing fits and Ka-Ching's cigarette breaks.
When I get tired staring at my monitor, my brain cells would automatically give signals to the nerves in my palate-- by then, I'd know that I'm hungry. Honestly, I am always hungry and I have this assumption that I was a fat, no, an obese man, in my previous life. And so, we'de go hunt for food, slightly elated by the fact that I have an excuse to see the outside world. I'd crave for all kinds of food -- from manang's squid and chicken balls to mini stop's hot loops, to jamaican patties (this often irks the hell out of my posse... the jamaican pattie stand is quite far from the office but since they love me, they often give in to my juvenile whim). I glance about a dozen times to my monitor clock, half-euphoric that the day would be over soon and half-dismayed that I haven't done anything to boot ("according to me").
The clock would strike 5pm and Wayne, the new Chinese guy in the corner, would get up from his seat to log-off... or is it the other way around? Wayne would log-off and the rest of the office people would know that it's already 5pm... hehe. We often tease him about it. By this time, my day "officially" starts. My momentum to work would suddenly sky-rocket as if it's only seven in the morning. (Refer to my friendster blog, "Tag-Praning...During such moments") I'd work to my capacity, make up for the wasted time of staring at a blank monitor screen for hours during the day. By this time, I am predisposed to writing novel-like blogs without feeling guilty for doing so.
Who said I had an 8-5 job? It's actually an 8-to-whatever-time-I-feel-like-going-home type of job. Take this for instance. It's 12 midnight and we're still here in the office. The Solutions graphic artists finishing some designs for the K-Transfer project with Vida's supervision, Cristine finishing a powerpoint presentation, Ka-Ching helping out and me, finishing an agenda for tomorrow's Asian Quality meeting while writing this blog.
Tomorrow at 5 am, my mobile-turned-alarm clock would beep, its naturally annoying ring tune tearing my serene slumber apart and I'd go through the whole routine all over again.
Lately, I've been seriously contemplating in turning yet another leaf in my life. That is to say I'm getting bored in the routinary things I've been doing lately. I sleep past 12 midnight or sometimes, when the good Bathala turns his pitying eyes on me, lets me sleep a little earlier like 10 pm. I a convinced I am an insomniac. I usually come around at 5 am, annoyed by the incessant beeping of my mobile-turned-alarm clock, only to snooze it and go back to deep slumber. And so my day starts an hour later, thank God I get to witness another day of miracles and wonders and leave a promise that I'll be nicer (or atleast try to be). Work starts the moment I'm beyond the confines of my domicile. Since I'm a little over my budget, I try to commute through the good old reliable Ayala loop FXs and see the real world through my co-commuters' eyes... a.k.a. long queue to the FX stand, morning rush, heavy traffic and traffic police scalawags who are preying on colorum vehicles [usually the one that I'm in] for some "blessings."
At work, I race myself against the red asterisk our HR manager loves putting beside our names in the log sheet at the strike of 8:30 am -- a palpable sign that we're late. I turn on my PC, my speaker and listen to my morning hymn -- the Pachelbel's Canon in D or sometimes when I crave for them, the Prayer of Jabez songs. I yawn, slouch on my bon-bon chair, yawn some more and curse myself for being such a sleepyhead. My cup of coffee always does the trick. I am such a heavy coffee drinker that I could drink up to four mugs a day. Oh, and yea, I also get a lot of scolding from Cristine whenever I get those severe palpitations from too much caffeine in-take. My a$$ is glued to my seat the rest of the day, trying to figure out my next step for the damned magazine project that I am currently handling: Call this, call that, email this, email that, write this, write that, reasearch this, research that, God, I can go on and ramble about this for like eternity. A third of my total workload ends in procrastination; half is accomplished amid the groups' occassional laughing fits and Ka-Ching's cigarette breaks.
When I get tired staring at my monitor, my brain cells would automatically give signals to the nerves in my palate-- by then, I'd know that I'm hungry. Honestly, I am always hungry and I have this assumption that I was a fat, no, an obese man, in my previous life. And so, we'de go hunt for food, slightly elated by the fact that I have an excuse to see the outside world. I'd crave for all kinds of food -- from manang's squid and chicken balls to mini stop's hot loops, to jamaican patties (this often irks the hell out of my posse... the jamaican pattie stand is quite far from the office but since they love me, they often give in to my juvenile whim). I glance about a dozen times to my monitor clock, half-euphoric that the day would be over soon and half-dismayed that I haven't done anything to boot ("according to me").
The clock would strike 5pm and Wayne, the new Chinese guy in the corner, would get up from his seat to log-off... or is it the other way around? Wayne would log-off and the rest of the office people would know that it's already 5pm... hehe. We often tease him about it. By this time, my day "officially" starts. My momentum to work would suddenly sky-rocket as if it's only seven in the morning. (Refer to my friendster blog, "Tag-Praning...During such moments") I'd work to my capacity, make up for the wasted time of staring at a blank monitor screen for hours during the day. By this time, I am predisposed to writing novel-like blogs without feeling guilty for doing so.
Who said I had an 8-5 job? It's actually an 8-to-whatever-time-I-feel-like-going-home type of job. Take this for instance. It's 12 midnight and we're still here in the office. The Solutions graphic artists finishing some designs for the K-Transfer project with Vida's supervision, Cristine finishing a powerpoint presentation, Ka-Ching helping out and me, finishing an agenda for tomorrow's Asian Quality meeting while writing this blog.
Tomorrow at 5 am, my mobile-turned-alarm clock would beep, its naturally annoying ring tune tearing my serene slumber apart and I'd go through the whole routine all over again.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Moonriver makes me cry
Sunsets...
Aesthetically kill me.
The cry of the moonriver digs upon my soul. From it
The water that periodically heals my heart
Now flows upon the soil of thy silence. No more beating.
Serene.
Aesthetically kill me.
The cry of the moonriver digs upon my soul. From it
The water that periodically heals my heart
Now flows upon the soil of thy silence. No more beating.
Serene.
regrets? I surely hate this word.
hah... i was browsing on my blogs at myspace when i came across this blog that i wrote when i had given up my journalism career... I don't exactly know what to feel after reading this:
see? hmm.... sorry, can't help but shrug my shoulders and *sigh* for the -nth time...
Sunday, June 19, 2005
 | the first time i quit (my job) i'm counting the days and alas, i will be free!!! don't get me wrong... actually i'm a little sad about this thing. well, you see i just quit my job to move on to what they call as "greener pasteur." i just think it's about time... my friends think too and just about anyone agrees with it... even my cat, Sparkie. In less than a month, i will be transferring to a new office, a posh structure (not really, i'm kind'a exaggerating here) in the busy streets of Ayala Avenue -- the Manhattan prototype in the Philippines... atleast in my opinion. Then, i would have to actually get used to glue-ing my ass from 8 to 5 a day at the office. I will sooo miss those times when i can be lax at work, having my own schedule and everything and also the fact that i could just run and hide, hibernate for all i care in the middle of it all, hide some place (safe) where my editor can't reach me... hehe! just kiddin'! I would no longer be the 'glorified corporate gossip' that i've always claimed to be. i will miss the people whom i have work with in the three progressive and productive years as ... much less the people who made my life a scorching hell in this span of time... i still wish them to rot alive. so what made my decision? i would be such a hypocrite if i'd say it's just for personal development, although it is partly because of that. i just felt that this is one hell of an opportunity that i can't just flush down the drain. if i do, it would hunt me forever and i'll end up dying anyway. the fact is that the compensation is great (think: monthly bills, credit cards, etc -- i need a higher pay!), the company is in good standing and most of all, i just needed something new. i couldn't help but compare myself with Sophie Kinsella's shopaholic girl sometimes -- not that i'm a shopping sucker, but we do have the same dilemmas... cut back or earn more. i choose the latter. so it's up to me now. to show the world that i'm beyond just a newspaper person. i can live in the corporate world. i just believe that once i've put one foot forward, there's no turning back. i just had to take that giant step and see where it would lead me. wish me luck =D |
okay see? hmm.... sorry, can't help but shrug my shoulders and *sigh* for the -nth time...
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Mga Pusang Gala
They made me smile like this ---->>> (^_________,^)
"People who hate cats will come back as mice in their next life... "
"The cat has too much spirit to have no heart..."
Why do i have to work on a Saturday? (^,__,^)
I wish they would just declare Saturday as a non-working day. I sooo miss spending Saturdays at home with my pop, waking up at noon, watching Unwrapped, Iron Chef and Look for Less while curled up on the couch all afternoon. Then by 2 pm, I'm snoozing again, I only get up to take a bath, get something to munch on or if i get so tired lying down. hehe... i am practically a bum A$$ when at home. Except when miracle happens and I feel like doin' something, I'd do all the house chores.
This is one Saturday when I feel like doin' all that. I wish I am home. Or somewhere far... watching the sunset.
This is one Saturday when I feel like doin' all that. I wish I am home. Or somewhere far... watching the sunset.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Trip
haayyyy... i finally had my long-awaited vacation last weekend. My sister brought me and my kuya (a.k.a vinz) in her 'official' business trip to bacolod and iloilo. I was elated by the mere thought of going far away... from work... from everything that has something to do with Asian Quality. I just wanted to get out from the real world. As Olivetti put it: "I live in the real world... I get to see its ugliness everyday..." And I wanted to see something new.
And so, at 12o0 hours last Friday, we were already aboard Negros Navigation's St. Joseph the Worker bound to Bacolod with a bunch of oldies (my sisters' business guests). The trip lasted 20 hours or so but I didn't really mind because being aboard a ship is one of my most favorite things... sad though, i didn't get to watch the sunset 'coz i was asleep the whole afternoon. i just woke up in time for dinner.
At exactly 9:30 am the next day, the ship docked at the Banago Port in Bacolod. Whew... when was the last time I've been there? A year ago? Yea, it was my mom's birthday and my sister and I were away in the South with my friend Tere. I was really looking forward to the day's trip. The first trip was in Victoria's Milling Sugar Refinery-- the Azucarera Victoria where I literally walk atop a mountain of [unrefined] brown sugar. You know what was the big question in my mind at that time? Where have all the ants go? If I were one, I surely would love to put up my own community there. It's a bad thing cameras were not allowed inside the facility. I was really pissed because I wanted to document the whole thing -- from the hundreths of trucks loaded with sugarcane that were lined up en route to the actual refinery up to the mountains and mountains of sugar stocked in big warehouses. They smelled delicious -- I can't help but taste them... hehe...
We then had lunch in this old roadside canteen -- i just wish the food had satisfied my palette well. The place was nothing really fancy and the food, I must admit, tasted like I (yes, me) cooked it. Hey, but they were free so why complain?!?
I was in-touch with my friend Cristine the whole time, checking if the real world still does exist.
The next stop was in the Balay Negrense where I saw my dream house for the very first time. It was an ancestral home owned by a certain Gaston family. I swear the house has its creepy feel in it but it was so old that you'll get the feeling you want to live during the pre-hispanic era.. forgive me but history has its wonders that perpetually amaze me. Well, I didn't actually enterd the house. the keeper does collect a P40 fee and I was feeling really kuripot at that time so I just lingered down the porch and den area. i thought that was enough. I saw enough and one day, when i get filthy rich, i would built a replica of that house at the heart of Makati City... Bwahahaha!!!
The rest of the afternoon was spent worthlessly reading my 'Angels and Demons' pocketbook while being eaten alive by mammoth mosquitos in 'Las Palmas'. I swear I am praying hard that there isn't any outbreak in Bacolod, else I might have been infected. My insect bites are larger than a ten peso coin and they are so frigging itchy i wanted to peel my skin off.
The night in Bacolod was like any other night outside of Manila. Eight O'Clock was like 12 midnight. Nobody wonders off and most establishments are already closed. We ate dinner at this infamous Bacolod Manokan Country where I once again proved that there's nothing like Chicken Inasal but in the city it originated from -- a quarter of authentic chicken inasal and my night was more than complete.
Sunday: 5 am -- All the 'trippers' were up and ready for the one-hour ferry ride that would take us to Iloilo City. I was excited. Apart from the fact that it was actually my first time to visit the place, memories of my good old buddy Mark came flooding my mind. It was his hometown and I miss him heaps.
We joined the Dinagyang parade 'accidentally' because my sister's company is a sponsor. They were all wearing this white shirt NN uniform and me and my brother looked like we just went out of bed, straight to the streets and decided that we wanted to join the parade. It was fun though knowing people were thinking "who the h*** are we?" I mean I was literally in my pambahay attire. If there's one thing I'll never forget about the place, it was the warmness of the people. I swear I'll come back.
The entire day was spent roaming around the streets of Iloilo, finding treasures that i never would back here in Manila and ignoring some people that were not happy that we were there with them during the trip. hell i care...
show you some pictures next time.... mwah!
And so, at 12o0 hours last Friday, we were already aboard Negros Navigation's St. Joseph the Worker bound to Bacolod with a bunch of oldies (my sisters' business guests). The trip lasted 20 hours or so but I didn't really mind because being aboard a ship is one of my most favorite things... sad though, i didn't get to watch the sunset 'coz i was asleep the whole afternoon. i just woke up in time for dinner.
At exactly 9:30 am the next day, the ship docked at the Banago Port in Bacolod. Whew... when was the last time I've been there? A year ago? Yea, it was my mom's birthday and my sister and I were away in the South with my friend Tere. I was really looking forward to the day's trip. The first trip was in Victoria's Milling Sugar Refinery-- the Azucarera Victoria where I literally walk atop a mountain of [unrefined] brown sugar. You know what was the big question in my mind at that time? Where have all the ants go? If I were one, I surely would love to put up my own community there. It's a bad thing cameras were not allowed inside the facility. I was really pissed because I wanted to document the whole thing -- from the hundreths of trucks loaded with sugarcane that were lined up en route to the actual refinery up to the mountains and mountains of sugar stocked in big warehouses. They smelled delicious -- I can't help but taste them... hehe...
We then had lunch in this old roadside canteen -- i just wish the food had satisfied my palette well. The place was nothing really fancy and the food, I must admit, tasted like I (yes, me) cooked it. Hey, but they were free so why complain?!?
I was in-touch with my friend Cristine the whole time, checking if the real world still does exist.
The next stop was in the Balay Negrense where I saw my dream house for the very first time. It was an ancestral home owned by a certain Gaston family. I swear the house has its creepy feel in it but it was so old that you'll get the feeling you want to live during the pre-hispanic era.. forgive me but history has its wonders that perpetually amaze me. Well, I didn't actually enterd the house. the keeper does collect a P40 fee and I was feeling really kuripot at that time so I just lingered down the porch and den area. i thought that was enough. I saw enough and one day, when i get filthy rich, i would built a replica of that house at the heart of Makati City... Bwahahaha!!!
The rest of the afternoon was spent worthlessly reading my 'Angels and Demons' pocketbook while being eaten alive by mammoth mosquitos in 'Las Palmas'. I swear I am praying hard that there isn't any outbreak in Bacolod, else I might have been infected. My insect bites are larger than a ten peso coin and they are so frigging itchy i wanted to peel my skin off.
The night in Bacolod was like any other night outside of Manila. Eight O'Clock was like 12 midnight. Nobody wonders off and most establishments are already closed. We ate dinner at this infamous Bacolod Manokan Country where I once again proved that there's nothing like Chicken Inasal but in the city it originated from -- a quarter of authentic chicken inasal and my night was more than complete.
Sunday: 5 am -- All the 'trippers' were up and ready for the one-hour ferry ride that would take us to Iloilo City. I was excited. Apart from the fact that it was actually my first time to visit the place, memories of my good old buddy Mark came flooding my mind. It was his hometown and I miss him heaps.
We joined the Dinagyang parade 'accidentally' because my sister's company is a sponsor. They were all wearing this white shirt NN uniform and me and my brother looked like we just went out of bed, straight to the streets and decided that we wanted to join the parade. It was fun though knowing people were thinking "who the h*** are we?" I mean I was literally in my pambahay attire. If there's one thing I'll never forget about the place, it was the warmness of the people. I swear I'll come back.
The entire day was spent roaming around the streets of Iloilo, finding treasures that i never would back here in Manila and ignoring some people that were not happy that we were there with them during the trip. hell i care...
show you some pictures next time.... mwah!
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Random thoughts
Last night i was writing on my journal and i kept wondering why is it that when I am writing on my blog, i can't seem to translate my words into a cohesive piece but when i write on my journal, thoughts kept coming like a tide on a windy day. The old journal trick still does it... I was thinking about the most beautiful thoughts that could make my day while cursing the office aircon for giving me a torturing headache (it was literallyblowing on my head).
So what are these thoughts?
> Me, bumming around 'til sun-down at the beach
> Me, getting a good massage and a body scrub
> Or, me at the beach having a good massage (forget about the body scrub) =)
> Me aboard a ship going somewhere South (watching Sunset on the ship's deck)
> Having dinner with my friends at home or at a friend's place after a busy day at the office
> A looong vacation with friends... (like the Puerto Galera thingy!)
> Me in my room reading a heart-wrenching novel
> People-watching with my people-watching buddies, Tere and Chin-Chin
> Me, staring at an empty space for hours
> Me and my cup of coffee
> Me, movie-marathon-ing on a Saturday night
> My cat Sparkie returning home (she ran away... ) =(
> My mom and pop celebrating another year of being together
> Vida doing the 'May Jowa na Ako' dance steps (hahahaha!!!)
Waittaminute... I've been writing forever, and all I can read was ME... Okay, let's be superficial and think about the others...
> George W. Bush, Jr. and Osama Bin Laden 'kissing and making up'...
> The same with Erap and Gloria
> Or better yet, Susan Roces and Gloria Arroyo
> Manny Pacquiao's glorious winning moment
> Mayor Duterte for President [i can just imagine]
Okay, I ran out of thoughts already...
So what are these thoughts?
> Me, bumming around 'til sun-down at the beach
> Me, getting a good massage and a body scrub
> Or, me at the beach having a good massage (forget about the body scrub) =)
> Me aboard a ship going somewhere South (watching Sunset on the ship's deck)
> Having dinner with my friends at home or at a friend's place after a busy day at the office
> A looong vacation with friends... (like the Puerto Galera thingy!)
> Me in my room reading a heart-wrenching novel
> People-watching with my people-watching buddies, Tere and Chin-Chin
> Me, staring at an empty space for hours
> Me and my cup of coffee
> Me, movie-marathon-ing on a Saturday night
> My cat Sparkie returning home (she ran away... ) =(
> My mom and pop celebrating another year of being together
> Vida doing the 'May Jowa na Ako' dance steps (hahahaha!!!)
Waittaminute... I've been writing forever, and all I can read was ME... Okay, let's be superficial and think about the others...
> George W. Bush, Jr. and Osama Bin Laden 'kissing and making up'...
> The same with Erap and Gloria
> Or better yet, Susan Roces and Gloria Arroyo
> Manny Pacquiao's glorious winning moment
> Mayor Duterte for President [i can just imagine]
Okay, I ran out of thoughts already...
Monday, January 23, 2006
so?
hmmm... i wonder if altering my working area would cause a change in my working habits... my new place is kind'a exposed to the entire ECCI community that I wouldn't have the nerve to catch some Zzzz's during working hours (my favorite pastime at work... hehe!) Anyway, I like the fact that I am facing a wall instead of a bunch of moving heads; they're kind of distracting anyway. I just miss having the view of the outside world...
Thursday, January 19, 2006
work-related dilemmas
*sigh* and i thought this day could be a little more friendlier to me. It's still more than an hour before I could end my agony... this is a bad sign, is it?
Work and fun used to go together. It was an equation. I don't know what happened but it seems they've decided to go separate ways now. It's either work has no room for fun or fun just doesn't want work involved. Whatever it is, I just have one thing in my mind right now -- I wish they would reconciliate soon.
Work and fun used to go together. It was an equation. I don't know what happened but it seems they've decided to go separate ways now. It's either work has no room for fun or fun just doesn't want work involved. Whatever it is, I just have one thing in my mind right now -- I wish they would reconciliate soon.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
'Coming Through'
Yesterday, I bought Jim Chappell's latest album 'Coming Through' and I haven't stopped listening to it until now.
I am not a music critic or anything like it but I'd say his piece is one thing that is worth listening to. I especially like the 'Lark Story' and 'Heartless Love'. But still, nothing compares to his saddest piece, 'Almost Goodbye'.
I really don't know but I can't remember when I get started liking piano pieces or the sound of soft musical instruments like violin and cello for instance, more than the usual loud and aggresive alternative rock music I have grown accustomed listening to ever since highschool. Am I really getting old?
I remember my friend Chin-Chin listening to a bunch of piano pieces one lazy afternoon in the office and how I teased her about feeling like we're in a hotel lobby, and even worse, in a department store. But since then, I fell in-love with the music.
It fascinates me how the sound can paralyze me and take me far from the trepidations of the real world. I am awed by its capacity to put me into slumber, efface my worries and soothe the scarred emotions I've been masking with the most blissful smile I could ever master.
When I listen to these pieces, I could feel that I'm whole, intact and worthy. I can see life in all its colors and wonders; I know that I am boundless. So, for what it's worth, I am thankful I have found my music.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Insensitive...
My friend Kay says this song hits the bull in the eye. What do you think? (^_^)
How do you cool your lips
After a summer’s kiss
How do you rid the sweat
After the body bliss
How do you turn your eyes
From the romantic glare
How do you block the sound of a voice
You’d know anywhere
Oh I really should have known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your eyes
Your casual good-byes
By the chill in your embrace
The expression on your face
That told me you might have some advice to give
On how to be insensitive
How do you numb your skin
After the warmest touch
How do you slow your blood
After the body rush
How do you free your soul
After you’ve found a friend
How do you teach your heart it’s a crime
To fall in love again
Oh you probably won’t remember me
It’s probably ancient history
I’m one of the chosen few
Who went ahead and fell for you
I’m out of vogue, I’m out of touch
I fell too fast, I feel too much
I thought that you might have some advice to give
On how to be insensitive
How do you cool your lips
After a summer’s kiss
How do you rid the sweat
After the body bliss
How do you turn your eyes
From the romantic glare
How do you block the sound of a voice
You’d know anywhere
Oh I really should have known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your eyes
Your casual good-byes
By the chill in your embrace
The expression on your face
That told me you might have some advice to give
On how to be insensitive
How do you numb your skin
After the warmest touch
How do you slow your blood
After the body rush
How do you free your soul
After you’ve found a friend
How do you teach your heart it’s a crime
To fall in love again
Oh you probably won’t remember me
It’s probably ancient history
I’m one of the chosen few
Who went ahead and fell for you
I’m out of vogue, I’m out of touch
I fell too fast, I feel too much
I thought that you might have some advice to give
On how to be insensitive
'Surreal but... errr.... nice?'
Was it nice? Hehe...
Yea, I think seeing someone (that you are not expecting to) after some time is like seeing that person for the first time. I was awed by the brevity of the situation and the impact it had on me that up to now, I can't erase that little encounter off my mind. Maybe I was afraid that it might feel a little awkward (knowing what happened the last time we saw each other) but I was happy it wasn't that way. Yea, it was a nice experience altogether. And I can look back at it once in a while and just smile.
Yea, I think seeing someone (that you are not expecting to) after some time is like seeing that person for the first time. I was awed by the brevity of the situation and the impact it had on me that up to now, I can't erase that little encounter off my mind. Maybe I was afraid that it might feel a little awkward (knowing what happened the last time we saw each other) but I was happy it wasn't that way. Yea, it was a nice experience altogether. And I can look back at it once in a while and just smile.
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