This Blog is an outlet for the random thoughts of an amateur opinionator.
What's an opinionator?
An opinionator is somebody who has power without responsibility, and the ability to spout off on any subject without worrying too much about the consequences of what comes out of the mouth. All you need is an opinion and the opportunity to voice it.
TV is full of professional opinionators. The internet gives the amateur his chance.
> i'm jusT so haPpy..
Author: aLmich
I'm posting this kse tuwa lang ako sa gawa ko.
Many people would like to be able to do things they picture out of their minds but can hardly execute it. And I'm just so happy there's this one thing I can now busy myself with.
Salamat sa adobe!
Pampatanggal stress!
Many people would like to be able to do things they picture out of their minds but can hardly execute it. And I'm just so happy there's this one thing I can now busy myself with.
Salamat sa adobe!
Pampatanggal stress!
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> why bLog?
Author: aLmich
I was talking a little about blogging today and I was mentioning to this 2 friends how some people blog about everything -- cam whoring, pictures of food, daily activities, conversations with friends and *er, more cam whoring. They totally don’t understand blogging. Actually the idea of blogging, or broadcasting of thoughts, it’s sometimes just for this feeling of satisfaction, of encouragement, of someone caring about what you do.
I blog for a mixture of reasons. But one of the main reason is satisfaction. I get thrilled to see visitors and it makes me happy that the article I posted actually helped them. I used to post more personal stuff but after a while I just realized that nobody’s really interested I guess.
Eventually I switched to funny stuff that I see everyday that made me smile. And I want to remember the moments that I feel happy seeing a YouTube video, angry that the world isn’t fair, proud when people find my posts useful.
And thus I blog. It’s hard to describe the feeling. I just concluded to them that they should try it. Try blogging for a little while, get your friends to see your blog. It’s quite a good feeling for me and it may be for you too.
I'm glad Nates is starting his own now.
> iyaKin ako ngayOn
Author: aLmich
Sometimes I just can't help but cry
When I think of what we've become
Like a soldier lost in the night
Forgetting all where he has come from
But the mud will soon become dry
And the sun will rise again
And the shadows in our eyes
Will fade away down to lower plains
Cause' You have one wing and I have another
Seeking shelter like sister and brother
Through the winter and through the summer
Like one angel we'll Fly far away
Nates just called me now. I'm at work but I took his call. Didn't mind if I'll be caught. What can I do? I miss the guy... I miss his presence and understanding ear. I'm through a lot now and his voice will surely help me soothe everything away.
Kakabaliw... masaya ako pero naiyak na naman ako... When I saw his pix sa friendster, I cried.
I hope I'm making sense here, I hope people can still understand. I just hope...
> buhaY nga naMan : GUILTY si eraP!
Author: aLmich
The Sandiganbayan anti-graft court has finally handed down its verdict on the plunder case against former President Joseph “Erap” Estrada today September 12, 2007.
Estrada was found “guilty beyond reasonable doubt” of plunder and was sentenced to reclusion perpetua, or jail of up to 40 years however, Estrada was found not guilty of the perjury charges against him. The former president’s son, Sen. Jose “Jinggoy” Estrada, and lawyer Edwardo Serapio on the other hand, was found innocent of the charges.
Estrada is charged with plunder, which is made up of four counts of corruption, involving diversion of funds amounting to about P4 billion ($85 million). He was also charged with perjury.
The charges include taking commissions in the purchase of shares by government insurance funds, payoffs from gambling lords, diverting tobacco taxes for personal use and maintaining a bank account under a false name. The perjury charge relates to misrepresentation on earned income.
In the meantime, the court allowed Estrada to return to his Tanay, Rizal resthouse, instead of being hauled off to jail.
> jusT tireD and wasTed
Author: aLmich
I am really tired of going through the same routine day in and day out. I am just tired and burnt out. This job is just mind numbing and nerve wrecking.
There is no real happiness for me anymore, and it looks like a vacation to escape from work would be something I should be really considering. I want something that I can be more relaxing because I've been doing this for the past [4 years? - 5 years?], I am tired of it.
I’ve applied for many jobs in the interim. Had some interviews but didn't pursue. Either its not paying well or too many of the questions I've asked didn't get answers.
I come in to work, already fed up even before I walk in the door. The thrill of coming to work is not there anymore. Its like getting a new game- you play it and play it until you get fed up of it and the thrill is gone. I am still continuing on my ”quest” to get through each day but my mind is cursing everything that comes my way.
*Paksyet!
> confUsed, hurt, troubLed...
Author: aLmich
Where we see, but we don’t see, where we cry, laugh, sing, dance, but don’t remember why. Is it for an interest, for a familiarity with another? For that enjoyment? pleasure? pain?
I cannot figure it out, how a person can feel pleasure from pain. But, then again, I shouldn’t be one to talk. The oppressor cannot and will not admit to what he does, yet, everyone around him knows… they know that what he does is wrong, and will not stand up, fight, die, revolutionize on behalf of the oppressed.
Do you see it? your inability to speak?
You will not acknowledge how you are, you will not claim you beliefs and suffer the consequences, you will not accept or allow foreign ideas into your mind or life, you will not hear it, yet you express what you feel is the only right.
Call me a hypocrit if you wish, but know that I have you figured out: you’re comfortable, unnaccepting and often-times critical of others, but no, you do not admit it, you do not swear by it, you just talk talk talk, hoping that the world listens and agrees. But, when one dissagrees, stomp them down! they aren’t worth your time.
We inhale this stench, only to forget it, stop your face from contorting! you do not smell anything, hear anything, see anything. Blind eyes, all of you!, closed noses! how can you breathe?! how can you not acknowledge your surroundings this way?! forget it.
tell yourself, “forget it”.
I admire your strength, and detest your indifference. not only you, but them as well. no voices, only the buzzing, buzzing like worker bees, drones, following, acting, only from the hormones, instincts.
How can this be? that we are human without humanity. No longer do we feel, or act, or love, or hate, or smell, or sense anything, we are stone, no, not stone, I am too kind to offend them that way. we are shit. feces, the putrescence of the earth, rotting away, eroding our surroundings, and we smell, the aroma of our skin decaying under the sun. We ignore it, avoid it, refuse to acknowledge it still, until we are, truly, the shit that we excrete, sunspots, liverspots, melanoma, cancer, aids, hiv, all those, from our own, and we still refuse to see it, smell it.
Sanitize your surroundings now!
you cannot bear it!
exterminate!
the ingrates!
it’s all their fault!
they are more close to shit than we are! stop them!
how close does this sound?
don’t stop me.
because you know,
that even though, I smell too,
you will not acknowledge me either.
And I will rot away, just as you do, but I will go, enlightened of my world,
just
how
I
left
it.
I cannot figure it out, how a person can feel pleasure from pain. But, then again, I shouldn’t be one to talk. The oppressor cannot and will not admit to what he does, yet, everyone around him knows… they know that what he does is wrong, and will not stand up, fight, die, revolutionize on behalf of the oppressed.
Do you see it? your inability to speak?
You will not acknowledge how you are, you will not claim you beliefs and suffer the consequences, you will not accept or allow foreign ideas into your mind or life, you will not hear it, yet you express what you feel is the only right.
Call me a hypocrit if you wish, but know that I have you figured out: you’re comfortable, unnaccepting and often-times critical of others, but no, you do not admit it, you do not swear by it, you just talk talk talk, hoping that the world listens and agrees. But, when one dissagrees, stomp them down! they aren’t worth your time.
We inhale this stench, only to forget it, stop your face from contorting! you do not smell anything, hear anything, see anything. Blind eyes, all of you!, closed noses! how can you breathe?! how can you not acknowledge your surroundings this way?! forget it.
tell yourself, “forget it”.
I admire your strength, and detest your indifference. not only you, but them as well. no voices, only the buzzing, buzzing like worker bees, drones, following, acting, only from the hormones, instincts.
How can this be? that we are human without humanity. No longer do we feel, or act, or love, or hate, or smell, or sense anything, we are stone, no, not stone, I am too kind to offend them that way. we are shit. feces, the putrescence of the earth, rotting away, eroding our surroundings, and we smell, the aroma of our skin decaying under the sun. We ignore it, avoid it, refuse to acknowledge it still, until we are, truly, the shit that we excrete, sunspots, liverspots, melanoma, cancer, aids, hiv, all those, from our own, and we still refuse to see it, smell it.
Sanitize your surroundings now!
you cannot bear it!
exterminate!
the ingrates!
it’s all their fault!
they are more close to shit than we are! stop them!
how close does this sound?
don’t stop me.
because you know,
that even though, I smell too,
you will not acknowledge me either.
And I will rot away, just as you do, but I will go, enlightened of my world,
just
how
I
left
it.
> i'm tiRed of you EJ!
Author: aLmich
It has been going on for a month now. I can't penetrate on my calls, can't judge my contacts correctly, can't say the correct words, rebuttals... Haaaaa!!! I'm just too tired. I feel like retiring.
What burdens me most is the fact that I don't like some of the people I work with. Especially that damn Exorcist Ju-on! How dare him! Doesn't he know that he look like QUASIMODO walang MODO?
Even if you love your work, there will be times when it no longer fills you with passion and energy. You feel emotionally exhausted and cynical. Your health suffers as stress mounts. You wonder whether you have the resources, internal or external, to meet your responsibilities.
Callcenter people like us are especially prone to burnout in this hyperconnected world. That damn headset’s always around, waiting with calls at the ready.
I know that burnout is as much about your dreams as it is about your work, because burnout is the gap between your expectations and your ability to meet them. But the thought of these people trying to be somebody, doing power trips and being that oh so panget all the while exhaust me. Punyeta!
Whew! I need a breather. I just need it please!
What burdens me most is the fact that I don't like some of the people I work with. Especially that damn Exorcist Ju-on! How dare him! Doesn't he know that he look like QUASIMODO walang MODO?
Even if you love your work, there will be times when it no longer fills you with passion and energy. You feel emotionally exhausted and cynical. Your health suffers as stress mounts. You wonder whether you have the resources, internal or external, to meet your responsibilities.
Callcenter people like us are especially prone to burnout in this hyperconnected world. That damn headset’s always around, waiting with calls at the ready.
I know that burnout is as much about your dreams as it is about your work, because burnout is the gap between your expectations and your ability to meet them. But the thought of these people trying to be somebody, doing power trips and being that oh so panget all the while exhaust me. Punyeta!
Whew! I need a breather. I just need it please!
> ziT ranT
Author: aLmich
I have an enormous pimple on my forehead.
I'm not that young anymore and I still get zits.
I think it's worse when your skin is otherwise relatively clear and you've just got that one big honkin' zit right smack dab in the middle of your face. Though... it's really more like on the right, not so much the centre. But the point is, no amount of concealer is going to cover that thing 'cause it just comes off as this bump on your face that wasn't there the day before... or maybe it was but it's just bigger today and more noticeable.
And maybe the smart thing to do would be to leave it and let it go away on its own instead of maybe aggravating the situation further by adding makeup onto it, but at this age, you'd think your body would just cut you a break already and leave the zits behind.
I may not be making sense here I know but that's what I fel like writing. And these type of feelings have hurt people too. I am sorry for at times I just write what I feel like writing. Maybe we could just settle on the fact that I'm not that bad pa naman.
So I wanna take this opportunity to say sorry to those na nasaktan ko through these rants.
To nates, rain and everyone, sorry talaga.
I miss you and I love you always.
I'm not that young anymore and I still get zits.
I think it's worse when your skin is otherwise relatively clear and you've just got that one big honkin' zit right smack dab in the middle of your face. Though... it's really more like on the right, not so much the centre. But the point is, no amount of concealer is going to cover that thing 'cause it just comes off as this bump on your face that wasn't there the day before... or maybe it was but it's just bigger today and more noticeable.
And maybe the smart thing to do would be to leave it and let it go away on its own instead of maybe aggravating the situation further by adding makeup onto it, but at this age, you'd think your body would just cut you a break already and leave the zits behind.
I may not be making sense here I know but that's what I fel like writing. And these type of feelings have hurt people too. I am sorry for at times I just write what I feel like writing. Maybe we could just settle on the fact that I'm not that bad pa naman.
So I wanna take this opportunity to say sorry to those na nasaktan ko through these rants.
To nates, rain and everyone, sorry talaga.
I miss you and I love you always.
> saTurday's parTy
Author: aLmich
Saturday night's party was a blast: plenty of good people, good food, good drinks and of course, good conversations.
Mangyans from oriental and occidental swarmed the place.
So much praises had been said pero salamat talaga kay Ate Erlynn.
I wish to write more about the party pero I feel so drained.
Let the pictures do the works then.
Mangyans from oriental and occidental swarmed the place.
So much praises had been said pero salamat talaga kay Ate Erlynn.
I wish to write more about the party pero I feel so drained.
Let the pictures do the works then.
