ramblings, random musings, fascinations, rants, raves and revelations

Since it's a Saturday again, like I'm licensed to, I binged. Had dinner last night before I left for work, had Marianne's food for 1st break, joined the QA's for bachetto meals and after the shift I waited for Myah and Gretch for another sumptuous banchetto.

OMG I'm not starving. I'm not.

With the Academix girls in tow, we made our way to the crowd. That was when we talked about the yummy calamares Myah bought. Kate saw us and mentioned about the danger of eating calamares nowadays.

The fried breaded squid or calamares that we all know today is sold in almost every corner of Manila. As the street food industry’s newest addition, it has gained greater popularity due to its very economical price and extraordinary taste. It’s worth a penny, as some would like to put it. But a friend disputes the entire ruckus and thinks that something fishy gloomed the flourishing business. I’ve tried to ask the lady who sells calamares near our place about her business but to no avail. She seemed to be clueless about the raw products’ origin. The reason for my inquiry is because a friend from YM warned me about the possible danger of eating the street calamareses again. These addictive foodstuffs, he said, are imported from China and acquired in a very low price. How were they able to preserve the products when they’re shipped from afar? The secret, he added, is formalin.

I knew nothing of formalin so I won’t attempt to give you details about it but you can click here to read some info]. What I know is that formalin is hazardous. An ABS-CBN news report said recently that one died from accidentally drinking formalin.

Is BFAD [Bureau of Foods and Drugs] taking this matter seriously? They better should, because if this fishy… or squidy business is positive of formalin, thousands of lives will be at stake.

However, if this is just a hoax from someone who’s bored of his own life… well, man, I give you my finger.

Peace out.

Spooky Halloween times are here upon us. Some say it is the best holiday of the year even though we don't get the day off work. It's a little brighter this year but that won't stop the fun. Below are some 2007 Halloween pictures with friends.

I get incredibly addicted to anything that's new, and has a microchip in it. Especially if it has a lens as well... Besides, sitting at home with a cold, there ain't much better to do than posting pictures taken almost everywhere [as evident of course on this blog site]...

To simply put it: this innovation has allowed us to capture the “best of things,” “the worst of things,” and “everything.”

Like any other technology, camera phones can be abused. But its power to capture fleeting moments is undeniable. At the same time, it is also the meanest invention that can break people’s hearts since it can easily invade privacy.

Video clips captured by today’s camera phone-toting crowd have varied from the mundane to the extraordinary. I remember one of my supervisors before capturing her bed moves [*hehehe] which made it's way to almost everyones cellphone.

Remember how the video clip of Saddam Hussein’s hanging taken by one of the witnesses using his camera phone sparked controversy worldwide? The camera phone and the power it wields reminds me of the lesson Peter Parker learns as Spider-Man: “With great power comes great responsibility.”

But for us? With great pose comes great pictu-bility.

Earlier today, I went to Quiapo to have some of my phone pictures be printed. Bakettt walang trapikkk?? [*traffic jam] Nagulat talaga ako. Then I realized, botohan nga pala. Okay, sana lagi nalang botohan.

Did I ever mention that I love Manny Pacquiao? Oh yeah, like every other living and breathing Filipino. However, I love him for a totally non-romantic reason [*oh please Jinky, get real!]. I love Manny Pacquiao because he is the only person who can achieve what the MMDA has failed in. He can make all traffic jams disappear!

You see, I get to visit St. Joseph,Pasig everynow and then because my boy friend - Ryan Feliciano [yes! kami na ulit!] lives there. And even though if it's a Sunday, the traffic is horrendous. And I am sure you have heard of this phenomenon called “traffic in Ortigas ext”. I have lived in Sta. Mesa area for quite sometime and I consider traffic jams normal but 'yong sa kanila? astig! walang makakatalo! Wala 'yong sa Lolo mo!

But on the day when millions awaited the result of the Pacquiao vs. Barrera boxing match, the whole country stood still. There were very few cars on the streets. There was little to none jeepneys cutting across the thoroughfares. No one waited under the pink MMDA waiting sheds. The usual 30 minutes it takes for me to drive home to boy friend's house turned into 15 minutes. And my driver [*taxi] wasn’t even driving that fast.

I can only wish that Manny has a match every day. It might just solve the county’s traffic problems.

I love you Manny Pacquiao!! I love you Ryan!! [*wahahahaha]

I was watching the late night news when one of the old stories they flashed was when our soldiers had an encounter with the rebels down south. I've always been fascinated of hearing stories like these. I don't really know why. Maybe because my Dad was once a victim of NPA kidnappings. I don't know, I really don't know.

It's quite often we get to hear news reports of encounters between AFP forces and NPA or MILF rebels, or Abu Sayyaf terrorists. Most of the time, there's the body count of how many soldiers are killed and/or wounded. The military always claim that the other side also had casualties. Usually, more than what the government suffered. Or so they say.

But as is often the case, no bodies are shown to the press, to prove their claims. Their almost-automatic excuse is that the rebels or bandits were seen to have dragged the bodies of their fallen comrades.

I just find that hard to believe.

If I were a rebel. And I know that forces are coming after me, chasing me. Would I take the time to carry the body of a dead brother-in-arms? All that weight slowing me down; and exposing me to greater risk of capture, or even death? Where is the logic in that?

Or is the military just embarassed to admit that while they suffered some casualties, there is actually no proof that they inflicted similar injuries against their opponents?

To vent their anger, the turn against the civilian populace --- the villagers. They accuse these people of supporting and harboring the rebels. Then, they resort to intimidation, harassment, and even murder.

It's sad.

Such intricate web of lies to mask an ugly truth.

Now I'm wondering, ano ang totoo sa Glorietta 2 tragedy?

I woke up this evening to the sound of Briney Spear's "Gimme More."

Turning over, I let my left hand reach out for my mobile.

My phone's waking my senses like crazy. I usually set it on a 7:30pm alarm because my work starts around 9pm. It's become a habit of late out of fear of not being able to wake up early.

I can't have that right now, of course. Not when for the next couple of weeks, I'll be on a training mode at work. During this times, I will have to contend with rising up to meet the moon god that's come to fetch and bring me to terms with a path I was very reluctant to take in the first place.

Talk about talking about irony in a most inappropriate setting.

My fingers gently graze across the sheets, clawing at every possible obstacle it would come upon. Each one turning out to be every printed training mateials I could have possibly slept with, except for the phone I'm trying to find.

A highlighter which, fortunately for me this time, I remembered to put the cap on before dozing off. Hooray for the sheets, I say. They live for another day. This one, at least.

My sunglasses, which has developed a knack for surviving tremendous pressure under the weight of a big fat slob of a lazy person like me was the next thing I laid my hand on. It's a survivor. That's all I can say about it.

Finally, I get to it. I find it lying on the floor, but still within reach of my arm that's actually begun to tire.

A few seconds was all it took to exhaust all the energy of one lazy arm attached to one lazy body. The same one where you find two lazy eyes too lazy to open up to have made the recently-ended search that much quicker to accomplish.

It's 31 past 7.

It's "Gimme MOre" once more. I must have my phone's alarm on "mangulit" mode.

There's still time to waste so I shifted to dreaming.

We're already friends but can you please give me more? Gimme more, gimme more. I just don't want plain friendship. Gimme more please.

Hah! crazy me. Crazy love.

For indeed, I would give you my time, the world won't matter.

To this fellow. Not just yet.

I'm falling for you my "Lord".

Haayyy... hirap ma-in love.

It really feels good to be with people whom you can trust, make-kuwento and laugh your hearts out. With kate, mike [her super cool hubby], Ryan and Myah, inin-joy namin ang gabi. Sarap! daming kuwento, tawanan at okrayan.


I got home at around 3am, and went ahead to sleep.


A day before that, a friend celebrated her 21st birthday as friends and relatives from different directions flooded into her crib. Yet again, the night was spent with almost the same scenario as before, only that this time everyone looked dearly familiar and loved. With OneWorld friends in tow? Astig!


Thanks to Kate and Mike for inviting us over.