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> bencH 3suM
Author: aLmich
I was on my way to SM North Edsa one sober morning and since I was coming from the extreme end of Sta. Mesa, I had to take LRT2 ride from my point of origin to Gateway Mall Cubao first, before riding another LRT going to SM North. [That SM mall is one of the world’s ten biggest!] I’m one person who reads everything I could see – the newspapers, magazines, labels, signs, billboards, and even faces [I could even remember Mom scolding me because I used to just grab anything with letters or pictures along the way for reading]– so there’s no way I would miss that gigantic billboard just atop that footbridge in front of that mall.
Although this time, the first thing I noticed wasn’t the letters encrypted therein but the almost naked Adam … and another picture of one almost naked Eve … and another almost naked Adam. That’s three gynormous billboards arranged from top to bottom. Call it a threesome. I forgot seeing a single word at all but I can certainly guarantee they’re another Bench schemes. Those three generous models [Jake Cuenca, Francine Prieto and Bruce Quebral, if I got ‘em correctly] bared too much skin to have their fans [me included] and bulge-hungry faggots human beings celebrate life. Looking at them was like praising the gods of naked bodies particularly when the background illustrations were blue skies and ice crystals.
While we may celebrate or pant over those hard-ons and tits, I wonder [I love to wonder!] how they would appeal to the young minds. I may sound like a total KJ right now, but I still think that this new series of Bench ads are excessively unsuitable for public exhibition. Spreading those through magazines like FHM or Icon is perhaps more appropriate. Is Bench running out of ideas to sell more but through sex-inducing images?
[That’s something to ponder over this weekend.]
I have to thank Tita Nhia also for telling my Mom that intelligent people do those things. Picking up trashes as long as there's something interesting printed on it. The way she quipped it - "Si Medel din ganyan, pinupulot kahit ano basta may mababasa."
And I just wanna share this too :
"Devil wears Prada, beggars wear Bench" *hahaha not that I stand by this cruelty, I just think it's so kulit.. FYI I have Bench underwears and I love 'em!
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> neW frienDs
Author: aLmich
This afternoon I was grousing about a colleague whom I got offended and a friend who just went too far from joking [*dinuro duro ba naman mukha ko] but we'll be okay I know. I love her... just that she over-acts and goes way too bitchy at times.
Upon hearing me whining over, Chris quipped:
"Be nice to people, Hon. They outnumber you 6.5 billion to one!"
Good one! [BTW - He didn't make it up. He just read it in a book and was all too happy to share the wisdom with me!"].
And yeah, I'm too excited to post these pictures. They're my new friends from SQ department.
> merediTh greY
Author: aLmich
"At the end of the day,
when it comes down to it,
all we really want is to be close to somebody.
So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other,
it's usually a load of bull.
So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to,
and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by.
No matter how much we hurt them.
The people that are still with you at the end of the day,
those are the ones worth keeping.
And sure, sometimes close can be too close.
But sometimes, that invasion of personal space,
it can be exactly what you need."
> sexuaL confuSion
Author: aLmich
When did this happen?
And why it did?
When did the sexes get all confused?
Somewhere between gen X and Y, they blended and made XY...
I'm not even sure bisexuality exists.
I'm not even sure bisexuality exists.
Although I claim to be one.
Or we just over use it?
Or we just over use it?
I think it's just a layover on the way to gaytown.
Everybody who is not straight means gay.
Isn't that next to Ricky Martinville?
Or Michael Alley?
I think it's great.
I think it's great.
We're open to all experiences.
We're evolved.
It's hot.
It may not also be that hot.
It's greedy.
We're double dipping.
Is sexual flipping the wave of the future?
Is sexual flipping the wave of the future?
> deraiLed hearT
Author: aLmich
I have both eyes opened but I’m still lying on my bed with the right side of my face dropped on the sheets. The pillows are gone, that was already expected. All things that were on my bed before I slept are either gone [you can find them under the bed] or in totally different position as if Milenyo just mercilessly blustered the place. That’s all because I usually sleep like a cyclone, always startling. I heard knocks but I’m still too drained to response to the disturbance. I laid still, no movements but my eyes.
I heard whispers and I realized the radio is still on in my phone. I checked its screen and I could see JC, Chris, kate and Myah staring back. I bet my shuffle is still connected to the USB port. I was that pooped earlier when I got home that I just fell asleep leaving all disorganized.
I know I should be thankful because I managed to get off of the crazy feeling [*or at least trying] before it hit me big time. Bakit kse napaka-charming ng gagong 'yon?
There are people na may mas malaki problema sa puso. Myah, whatever happens I'll be there for you. Fuck you ka Rhea!
> LeMme do iT my waY
Author: aLmich
> cusTomeR serVice
Author: aLmich
Since I'm working for a different department now, I can't help but to reminisce those funny yet kabuwiset moments being an agent. Here's a dusty old post that I found laying around in the corner of drafts file about a bad customer. I thought it should come to light before I turn out the lights for good.
"Today was one of those days that working in customer service makes you hate humans in most of their forms on this planet. I spent the day being abused by people as I tried to collect money to pay for their mistakes.
Its amazing that people can be so ingratiating at the start of a transaction, but then when things go wrong, how few people are able to really keep their cool. They become petty, mean, abusive and downright nasty.
A customer had a transaction that went way wrong. When I called him to explain why he had lost so much money he explained to me that he cancelled that transaction and should not have to pay for it. When I asked him for a confirmation number, a time, a name of a person he spoke to, he had none of that. I reminded him that our calls are recorded and ever entry is time stamped as notes are put in the computer and there was nothing to back up his claim.
He would have to pay.
If he refused willing payment, his escrow would be emptied and he would be banned from any further transactions with us. He explained that he did so much business with our company that would never happen. He was going to call the vice president of operations and I would be sorry.
"Fine. I don't care who you call. I called the vice president and HIS boss before calling you. No one in this company is going to change this."
"We'll see!" was followed by a loud click and the asshole was gone. "
I felt very tired, very sad, and very ready to hit the door. It's not grumpiness that really gets me mad, I can handle that. It is the continual dealing with these, "people" that think customer service means I am in a lower caste than them. That it means I want to be abused by them, and the money they possess entitles them to act any way they want.
If you are grumpy and having a bad day, I can understand that. If you explain to me in direct tones why you think this is unfair and speak to me as an equal, I may even go out of my way to help you. But when you speak down to me and explain how the rules never have to apply to you and that you are probably the single most important and valuable customer that ever pried a dollar out of that titanium tight wallet of yours, well, I think less than charitable thoughts about you.
But the thing that gets me every time is that these same people think there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.
I imagine some fat-cat, robber-baron type in a charcoal pin-stripe suit with a Trump-wanna-be haircut appearing in vapor before me to explain why its ok...
"Because it's simply the way business is done. Its simply the bottom line, don't you understand that son? Maybe if you took business as seriously as I do you would not be a call center employee, and instead be a captain of industry like me, feared by men and adored by women, even if I do have a sloppy combover."
He grins slyly and disappears into nothingness...
Yeah...
Being a good man or woman of business does not negate being a good person. If you are a liar and cheat who refuses to keep their promises, you still suck ass as a human being no matter how much money you have.
Extra sweet ending-four months after writing this post, after the company actually stood up to this schmuck and refused to do any more business with him, his assistant called me and sheepishly paid all the penalties and we reinstated their account after they agreed to abide by our practices. It was a good day.
"Today was one of those days that working in customer service makes you hate humans in most of their forms on this planet. I spent the day being abused by people as I tried to collect money to pay for their mistakes.
Its amazing that people can be so ingratiating at the start of a transaction, but then when things go wrong, how few people are able to really keep their cool. They become petty, mean, abusive and downright nasty.
A customer had a transaction that went way wrong. When I called him to explain why he had lost so much money he explained to me that he cancelled that transaction and should not have to pay for it. When I asked him for a confirmation number, a time, a name of a person he spoke to, he had none of that. I reminded him that our calls are recorded and ever entry is time stamped as notes are put in the computer and there was nothing to back up his claim.
He would have to pay.
If he refused willing payment, his escrow would be emptied and he would be banned from any further transactions with us. He explained that he did so much business with our company that would never happen. He was going to call the vice president of operations and I would be sorry.
"Fine. I don't care who you call. I called the vice president and HIS boss before calling you. No one in this company is going to change this."
"We'll see!" was followed by a loud click and the asshole was gone. "
I felt very tired, very sad, and very ready to hit the door. It's not grumpiness that really gets me mad, I can handle that. It is the continual dealing with these, "people" that think customer service means I am in a lower caste than them. That it means I want to be abused by them, and the money they possess entitles them to act any way they want.
If you are grumpy and having a bad day, I can understand that. If you explain to me in direct tones why you think this is unfair and speak to me as an equal, I may even go out of my way to help you. But when you speak down to me and explain how the rules never have to apply to you and that you are probably the single most important and valuable customer that ever pried a dollar out of that titanium tight wallet of yours, well, I think less than charitable thoughts about you.
But the thing that gets me every time is that these same people think there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.
I imagine some fat-cat, robber-baron type in a charcoal pin-stripe suit with a Trump-wanna-be haircut appearing in vapor before me to explain why its ok...
"Because it's simply the way business is done. Its simply the bottom line, don't you understand that son? Maybe if you took business as seriously as I do you would not be a call center employee, and instead be a captain of industry like me, feared by men and adored by women, even if I do have a sloppy combover."
He grins slyly and disappears into nothingness...
Yeah...
Being a good man or woman of business does not negate being a good person. If you are a liar and cheat who refuses to keep their promises, you still suck ass as a human being no matter how much money you have.
Extra sweet ending-four months after writing this post, after the company actually stood up to this schmuck and refused to do any more business with him, his assistant called me and sheepishly paid all the penalties and we reinstated their account after they agreed to abide by our practices. It was a good day.
> sHave my pu**y
Author: aLmich
> 911 - TribuTe
Author: aLmich
I don't wish to promote alcohol kse may batang nagbabasa nito yet, I do want to pass this video on. Budweiser produced this commercial soon after 9/11. It was only shown one time during the Super Bowl in 2002 as a tribute to those people whose lives were touched by the tragic event.
> sharkY
Author: aLmich
> harDware girL
Author: aLmich
Kahapon nagpapatulong ang buntis na si Kate na ikabit ung jack ng headset sa CPU niya, I obliged naman. Malay ko ba namang makikita ko nalang siya sa ilalim ng table at magmamagaling? Eto panoorin natin siya sa Bitoy's Funniest Home Video *hik hik hik...
Galing no? Kayo din, send in your entries.
> ja-fUn jaPan!
Author: aLmich
We were in our usual adventurous mood to hunt for new good eats last sunday. We skipped makati where we usually hang around in and headed over to podium instead. We decided we wanted japanese. The pick and choose process for a place to eat dinner took a bit of a heedful thought for there was quite a lot of japanese restaurants to choose from. After a while, we walked in to yaku. Of course, we ordered our all-time favorites — sashimi, chicken teriyaki, yakitori, maki rolls and we were pleased! We will definitely come around again as they have a variety of appetizing choices on their menu to sway back customers for another go, unlike sumo-sam, that we've sworn off. We had dinner at sumo-sam in Shangri-La once and we were disappointed. The food didn't taste as good as they looked in the menu. Also, sumo-sam can be too crowded that it can almost give a food court feel. It was April fool's day when we went there that’s why we now have a good laugh thinking that the whole sumo-sam experience was a big practical joke.
> giVing him uP
Author: aLmich
Romantically, I choose to move on an easy, carefree tempo because I subscribe to the whole “choose your love wisely” way of thinking. The last thing I want is to feel rushed and to get things serious fast. I also used to think that being preoccupied over one person would screw up my chance for becoming a more interesting person.
So there, I was happy to be going out but I was careful not to let love dip. My peers could not get it so they relentlessly tried to curb my semi-attached convictions. Still, the greater the pressure they put on me, the longer I temporized within the confines of my self-protective barriers.
Until one evening, they found me a good-looking, creative and snobbish guy who cunningly played it cool. Heedlessly, I was smitten. How shrewd.
Soon after my love and I settled on becoming just friends [*or should I say - I stopped dreaming, there's no way he'll consider getting serious with me], I voluntarily boot myself out of the dating game but of course I have to put up with some friendly-stalker messages from ex-flings. Actually, there’s this darn, boring fling who sort of tried to lodge some niggling doubt in my mind after finding out that I was already hooked-up. He annoyed me so badly that I had to dismiss him ruthlessly *sigh.
Of course being happily solo is a cool idea. I have dated untiringly and had loads of fun doing it. Now that I have stopped dreaming myself waking up next to the man who greets me “ I love you” as his eyes flutter open each morning of our lives, I guess I can already rest easy in the hope that the search is over or at least for the mean time.
> douGhnuTs and dieTing
Author: aLmich
Ring doughnuts, stuffed doughnuts, vanilla glazed or the old-fashioned, sugar coated doughnuts, chocolate or cream filling, long or twisted.
I just love doughnuts. Eating doughnuts calms me down.
Its my comfort food. I eat doughnuts when my mood swings to extremes. When I’m too excited or when I’m beset by stress. I crave when I’m feeling unappreciated and underpaid. I’ve been eating doughnuts lately. Yes, I’ve been stress eating and It's got my love eating, too.
I don't know. I should not be eating. I've made it this far on dieting. I have not been eating rice on weekdays for almost a month now and yet I crave for doughnuts. I just had one last night, and a siopao the morning after. Whew! the pain of dieting.
See? I was supposed to just accompany them at 711... another whew!
> sweeT keLLy
Author: aLmich
> tianGge / diviSoria
Author: aLmich
With Christmas season looming, tiangges have been sprouting all over. Tiangges, or bazaars/flea markets are definite crowd-drawers for the opportunity they give for some Christmas shopping that does away with hopping from one mall to another, or worse, braving the frenzied crowds in Divisoria and Tutuban.
Honestly, I'm not much of a tiangge person. It is more convenient to shop where there are dressing rooms, credit card consoles and the guarantee of a return policy. Of course products at a tiangge have lower prices precisely because of the inconvenience, but sometimes the quality is questionable, and, I'd rather go to Divisoria.
But I plunge headlong and experience the tiangge rush, gladly, twice a year, during the third week of November. It is fortunate that both the tiangge I go to are held during the same week, and during the happy time when the Christmas bonus is safely in my pockets, albeit raring to be spent.
I make exception and go to these bazaars because of several reasons. First, convenience. Second, most of the vendors in these tiangge are present every year. So I've acquired some suki, and I've developed some trust as to the quality of their products. I still smile every time I see the tie-dyed dusters for DJ- bought at one of these bazaars for barya, as they have survived about seven years of being tossed and stretched by the washing machine and still manages to be decently wearable, not having faded at all. And a friend, who marks his birthday in November, still raves about a long-sleeved polo from the tiangge which I gave him as a birthday present some five years ago.
Third, aside from the novelty items, the tiangges mostly offer products that are real necessities. Fourth, familiarity. The products on sale are the same every year, with changes only on the style front, following current trends. And fifth, most of the vendors do not have stalls elsewhere, or are located so out of the way.
So I actually look forward to these yearly events, anticipating what to buy and limiting my shopping during the rest of the year for the household items that I could buy, at steal prices, at the tiangges at least for inaanak’s and some pinsan’s gifts.
And yep! When I got home this morning, I joined Roan and Kuya Resty in braving the crowd of Divisoria. He’s getting married this January so his invitations are being readied. See how we enjoyed the day despite the heat and the crowd?
Panalo diba?
> wHen Life throWs yoU a curve baLL
Author: aLmich
“I can't change the direction of the wind, but i can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.”
-jimmy dean
Just when we thought that everything is going as planned, life throws us a curveball that left both of us badly shaken. After getting over my initial shock, I know that it was up to me to decide ow we're going to deal with this challenge. We can take it negatively and consider it a problem or look at it positively as an opportunity. We choose the latter.
Life is unpredictable and maybe curve balls are thrown our way to keep us on our toes all the time. To train ourselves to be flexible, to teach us to let go when things don't go your way, and more importantly to teach us not to avoid the curve balls but to grab a mitt and try to catch it instead.
> biTTersweet suRrender
Author: aLmich
I haven't blogged in a while because I don't want to fill this blog with depressing things. There are so many things I am blessed with and for that I am grateful. There are also some things happening in my life that are challenging and sometimes, even if I try not to dwell on them it gets me down. And for most part, I feel that there are no words to describe the happiness or grief that goes along with the surrender to what is.
And now, I feel like I need to surrender. I hate to be hurt. I hate love.
> sQ
Author: aLmich
> bagUio dweLLer & Lover
Author: aLmich
Due to pressure, lack of sleep and the new environment [not to mention the paranoia I'm feeling-- I just feel like some of the iPrint people, ayaw sa 'kin] I'm working with, I thought of having a break. I even asked Agnes [my co-QA] for us to at least go somewhere far, maybe out of town. She then suggested that we go to Baguio. To which I immediately agreed to.
I'm a Baguio lover. Volante, Legarda, Nevada, Camp John Hay, Citilights, SM, and the market near Magsaysay - 'yan ang mga paborito ko. I used to visit the place anytime I feel like going. I don't know... there's something about their pasta, the coffee, of course the weather, pizza, omelet, ethnic cuisines like native chicken, mountain rice, strawberry wine presented in creative ways and the people soothe whatever hardships or problems I'm going through.
When I was still in Winsource, I have some clothes rested in my locker. So when the itch of going out of town hits me, It's Baguio straight ahead. This is one sanctuary that is specially reserved as a watering hole when my very good friend Lester invites me to come over. Im really a Baguio dweller... A staple favorite is Ruins' Coffee-- reasonably priced at 25 bucks, I could have a maximum of three servings. I usually go on food quests. The criteria would be [not necessarily in particular order] taste, price [the deal I get], and ambiance... I actually have successfully replicated the same taste as the one in Ruins' coffee. Just looking at the picture makes me want to mix one, right now. To Cafe by the Ruins, may you forever be a staple fixture that distinctly makes life in Baguio all worth it!
Suggestions?
Bliss Cafe - Leonard Wood Road - awesome vegetarian dishes.
Cafe by the Ruins - Otek Street.
Eve's Garden - Lamtang Road - finding it is an adventure in itself and definitely worth the trip with 10 varieties of organic lettuce freshly picked from Evelyn Bond's garden.
Little John's - Camp John Hay - must try their chocolate fondue with strawberries, banana and marshmallows.
O'Mai Khan - Otek Street - the old favorite Mongolian barbecue place with lots of crisp highland veggies.
Palizzata - Porta Vaga - a quaint little Bistro with a great view of Session Road. Their Tandoori chicken is a personal favorite.
Pizza Riccio - Governor Pack - you must try Bob's fantastic lasagna. All I can say is that I can eat his pizzas everyday.
Pizza Volante - Session Road - with 24 hours dine-in and delivery service. Great pizzas and pasta at very good prices.
Rito's - Marcos Highway - cheap bulalo and crispy pata.
Rose Bowl - Harrison Road - One of two great Chinese restaurants with family-style service.
Star Cafe - Session Road - The other great Chinese restaurant famous for their Star Rice and Joey Rufino's personalized service.
> bancheTTo's caLamareS
Author: aLmich
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.
> haLLoween ' 07
Author: aLmich
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.
And since SQ's didn't participate, I thought of grabbing HR's pictures.
And here with JC after we had coffee. I'm missing Gretch and Myah here [*magkaaway kse sila].
> aSian disCriminaTion
Author: aLmich
> giLigan'S
Author: aLmich
> jC
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> anniV
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> for graB
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> cameRa addicTs
Author: aLmich
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.
> phoTos : what's with the cLicks?
Author: aLmich
It is not too often but I do tend to pause every now and then when taking someone else's picture. I have never given photography that much thought before. The process that goes on behind it. Much of which occurs only within the confines of the photographer's mind. Nowhere else.
Now, every moment is captured even through my cellphone's camera lenses. It might not be that superb but the thought or memories that goes with it matters much.
Like any other medium of art, it has its own unique qualities. And unless you treat them with the respect that they truly deserve, no matter how good an illustrator you are, or writer, or actor, or dancer, you will never be able to come up with engaging photos much like the works of art you are used to creating in your other --- perhaps chosen --- artistic endeavors.
And then there is the beautiful notion that by taking a photo, one is not merely putting in to print the external features of another human being. One is actually capturing that other person's wide range of emotions, and even state of mind, at that exact moment before one hears the "click."
There is a sense of power in there. and of this feeling of being privileged.
So I have here some of vacation photos with my friends. I'll try to collect some others so I'll be editing this once in a while. I'm just missing the feeling. I miss you guys.
> i Love yOu pekYaw!
Author: aLmich
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]
> whaT's the trutH?
Author: aLmich
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?
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?
> waKing up anD beinG in Love
Author: aLmich
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.
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.
> mayfieLd sesSion
Author: aLmich
I was wedged in one corner thinking aloud — a diversion a friend thought unhealthy. But as someone who always defends himself, I tried to explain that I was only listening to some music. We were inside Mayfield's spending the night with San Mig Super dry, one ala-callboy-dancing guy from another table, chips, chicken na mala-Andoks and sisig — a good escape from the week-long drama as workaholics. There’s absolutely no room for silence, and that time, a halloween party just ended so a group of magkakabarkada-slash-kapitbahays were still partying the night away. Kulit nila.
[* bumPy dapat 'yan, tamad lang ako mag-edit...]
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.
> beckY.. my becKy
Author: aLmich
> Let's danCe
Author: aLmich
Have you ever danced inside an elevator? I'm doing it and enjoying it's ecstasy with Gretch as my partner. Trip lang. Even if it's crowded, I'll play "Last Night" on my phone and then we will dance to the beat as if in a disco. The funny thing, we have these lines to quip : " Hi, have we met in some place before?", "Can I buy you a drink?", "Can I ask you out?", "Hi, I'm Al" and vice versa... to the amazement of everybody on board.
And I still do even alone, so long as it’s an elevator without a camera. I especially like to dance up until the very last second just before the doors open. It’s the thrill of almost getting caught dancing inside an elevator, alone.
Why do I dance solo? Maybe because I just want it *hehehe. As a kid of around 5, I was not confident with my body. Dancing in the dark was where I first started, behind the door leaf. During parties in Grades 1 to 3, I envied my other classmates who knew how to dance the swing; if you knew how to dance with a partner, you were an instant hit at the party. I never had the courage to learn how to be a dancing queen. By Grade 4, folk dances for school programs gave way to new wave; there was no need to lead a partner anymore. It was more about getting the steps and the movement right. I started dancing with myself when I got the time. I’d lock the door and dance to my heart’s content; I’d pretend I was performing solo on stage in front of an adoring audience.
During my earlier Malate days [back when it was smaller and more packed] I always wanted to dance on the ledge—I used to have the body to dance with my shirt off. So I contented myself with dancing the whole night away; it even became a matter of pride for me that I could dance non-stop for almost an hour, even more. Dancing became a way of expressing myself to a general audience. Even when someone would dance with me, it is often more about just matching his movements, not really a genuine give-and-take communication. I’d like to think that there are people like me; they dance alone. Still, I wanna dance with somebody. But I have yet to meet that someone who, if it were just the two of us in an elevator, would turn to me and say, “Let’s dance." Party hard people!
> i haD foursoMe!
Author: aLmich
A very cute friend invited me for a foursome. It was a really good experience. How 'bout you try it too?
I’m compelled—not pressured, don’t worry—to go on all fours for him. Oooh!
FOUR JOBS I HAVE HAD
• Smart Assistant [kabuwiset kse marami Japayuki Nanay's na pa-party tapos akala mo kung sino, tapos kelangan ko mag-Ingles kse doon ako nka-assign]
• Helper [sa photoshop ng Tita ko]
• International Sales Representative [to simplify - call center agent *wink]
• Service Quality Analyst [still]
FOUR MOVIES I HAVE WATCHED OVER AND OVER
I don't wanna explain why
• Titanic
• Tanging ina Mo
• Star Wars
• Superman Returns
FOUR TV SHOWS I LIKE TO WATCH
• Heroes
• Sex in the City
• QAF
• Everything National Geographic or Discovery
FOUR PLACES I HAVE BEEN ON VACATION [at least the memorable ones]
• Baguio
• Batangas [with highschool friends]
• SAGADA [with highschool friends
• Boracay & Hong Kong [alam ko lumampas but I just need to]
FOUR OF MY FAVORITE FOODS
• Pasta!
• Sardines! [totoo 'to]
• Barbeque!
• Fried Chicken!
FOUR PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT NOW
• In my bed
• Mindoro
• Baguio
• In somebody’s arms pero I can't allow it [secret!]
FOUR PEOPLE WHO WILL ANSWER THIS MEME
• Four MY sake! Bahala na kayo!
> TiT for taT
Author: aLmich
It saddens me when some people—gay and straight—believe that once a straight man has had sex with another man, then he cannot be considered straight anymore, that he has “turned gay” already. I’ve heard and read people express this idea, that once you “taste” your own gender you will become gay and the change is irreversible. Like getting bitten by a vampire. Worse, they say it with such a dismissive, negative tone.
Sigh.
Either they’re narrow-minded or they lack exposure to the diversity of reasons why people do what they do. Is it so inconceivable that a straight man will have sex with another man for reasons other than sexual attraction? Like perhaps financial desperation—in Filipino, “kapit sa patalim”? Or perhaps they do it with their gay manager as part of an “under-the-table” [or more like “under-the-sheets”] deal to get ahead in their career?
The human heart is capable of so many secrets, even to itself.If ever someone—like Robert Redford’s character in 1993’s Indecent Proposal—will offer me a million US dollars [!] to have sex with his wife, I will. Believe me. [Although why they’d offer me of all people, I have no idea, *hahaha] But here’s the thing: even if I have sex with a girl, that won’t make me straight believe me I've tried it.
How many gay men have married and had sex with women and conceived children, all for the sake of keeping up appearances?
So whenever straight male friends of mine kid me and tell me, “Ei, why don’t you try and have sex naman with a girl, just so you know what you’re missing? Malay mo, you might like it!” I always respond with, “Eto na lang________, why don’t you try and have sex with me naman [mas lalo na kung type ko yung guy, di ba?], just so you know what you’re missing? Malay mo, you might like it!”
Tit for tat. That always shuts them up.
> earPhone pLease
Author: aLmich
Gretch, Myah and some of my friends are also guilty about this rant but let me post it still. I just thought about this since we were issued new headsets for QA department last night.
I can understand the use of earphones. Sure, one can choose to use them to block out the world, but in general people use earphones so that they can enjoy whatever they’re listening to in private, without disturbing others around them.What’s funny is when the volume level is raised so loud that people in close proximity of the earphone-wearer can actually identify the song and maybe even sing-along to it. It kinda defeats the purpose of the earphones, right? I find especially embarrassing the following situation in a crowded elevator: everyone is minding their own personal space, keeping quiet and trying to make no unnecessary noise as possible… and here’s this one guy thinking he’s the only one listening to his music but actually everyone can hear the song blaring out of the small speakers.
What’s even funnier is when one realizes that the guy—this towering hulk of a man who looks like he can just pick me up with one hand and nonchalantly toss me out of the elevator just because he can—this, this… mammoth of a man is actually listening to Whitney Houston’s “I Have Nothing.”
*Oh my.
> cHeap hurTs
Author: aLmich
I grew up listening to DWLS FM and used to just listen to Chico and Delamar at RX93.1 on my way to the office. I, Roan and a couple of guys I knew just love them dearly. Dian, a friend of mine and Bessy have heard my entries being played and read on air. It has been my secret thing to join their games and trivias before.
I know something's wrong with me but I realized it’s just their banter that I enjoy; the rest I can skip. So I switched stations whenever the two fell silent, and that’s when I discovered Mo Twister’s show at 89.9WTM. There they were more talkative. But I noticed I could tolerate Mo’s schtik for only so long; after a while his put-on bravado was off-putting and grating to the ears [especially when he performs a tirade]. So again I looked for alternatives, and lo and behold, I discovered this classical music station. When Chico and Delamar weren’t talking and when Mo and Mojo weren’t funny, I’d listen to strings and wind instruments.
But then one morning I stumbled upon this particular radio duo: Chris Tsuper and Nicole Hiyala on 90.7 Love Radio. They are the morning “Tambalang Balasubas at Balahura.” They are hilarious. Nicole plays the baklang babae who says things like “Ka-lurkey!” and laughs at all her punchlines; Chris plays the straight man [literally too] in this comedy duo. He laughs along with Nicole at all her jokes. Sometimes they laugh at their own laughter. They have a particular schtik: they say things in unison, like one would say, “Based on…” and both of them will chime in, “…experience!” [that’s one of their favorite phrases].
After listening for three mornings I discovered that they aren’t on the whole morning; in fact, I think their tandem comes out in portions during the morning timeslot. Which is just as well, I guess; pakinggan mo sila ng tatlong oras, sasakit ang inyong tenga sa ingay at panga sa katatawa. I know this won't last long and I'll go back to my true love : RX93.1 but I just wanna enjoy the moment. Try it, then tell me why I said all these. Cheap hurts, at least the pain is on my panga, tiyan and puso lamang.
> yeLLow caB treaT
Author: aLmich
> toma-Han
Author: aLmich
> UP isaw
Author: aLmich
> hypoThesis
Author: aLmich
Every now and then I come up with a hypothesis that sounds correct and has the added benefit of being totally impossible to verify. That’s almost as good as knowledge.
My hypothesis for today is that a person’s need for social interaction is inversely related to the quality of his or her imagination. In other words, if you have an excellent imagination, you might enjoy people, but you’re equally happy to be alone with your thoughts for large stretches. To put it bluntly, you fascinate yourself.
A key part of my hypothesis is the assumption that people have widely different powers of imagination. This seems likely. People are all over the map for every other mental ability. Whatever is happening inside the mind of the person with the worst imagination on earth is clearly very different from what’s happening in the mind of the most creative.
Presumably, if you have no imagination whatsoever, you need to get all of your stimulation from the environment, mostly from other people, or at least TV shows about other people. You wouldn’t want to be alone with your thoughts for more than two minutes because your thoughts would bore the living piss out of you.
On the other end of the spectrum, if your imagination is extraordinary, interaction with other people will just get in the way of the incredible experiences you could otherwise be having entirely in your head.
Your question of the day: Do you have an unusually good imagination? If so, do you enjoy being alone more than most people?
My hypothesis for today is that a person’s need for social interaction is inversely related to the quality of his or her imagination. In other words, if you have an excellent imagination, you might enjoy people, but you’re equally happy to be alone with your thoughts for large stretches. To put it bluntly, you fascinate yourself.
A key part of my hypothesis is the assumption that people have widely different powers of imagination. This seems likely. People are all over the map for every other mental ability. Whatever is happening inside the mind of the person with the worst imagination on earth is clearly very different from what’s happening in the mind of the most creative.
Presumably, if you have no imagination whatsoever, you need to get all of your stimulation from the environment, mostly from other people, or at least TV shows about other people. You wouldn’t want to be alone with your thoughts for more than two minutes because your thoughts would bore the living piss out of you.
On the other end of the spectrum, if your imagination is extraordinary, interaction with other people will just get in the way of the incredible experiences you could otherwise be having entirely in your head.
Your question of the day: Do you have an unusually good imagination? If so, do you enjoy being alone more than most people?
> deniM
Author: aLmich
> sTupid hearT
Author: aLmich
Stupid love. Stupid me.
“Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.” ~Judith Viorst
I recently started dating someone. He is handsome and funny and smart and successful and sweet and considerate and quirky and incredibly, incredibly [did I say, incredibly?] sexy. Just the thought of him right now sends a tingling sensation up my spine (yes, he is that good). All of that should be a good thing but quite frankly it scares the Hell out of me.
“‘Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.” ~Lord Byron
A little about me... so that this all makes sense: By nature, I follow my gut reactions. I dive right in. I wear my heart on my sleeve. And because of that, my heart has been broken several times because I don’t take things slow. I trust that when someone says they love me that they mean that the same way I do. I think what is said is what is felt and what is felt, if it be honestly felt, will be felt forever.
“Before I met my husband, I’d never fallen in love. I’d stepped in it a few times.” ~Rita Rudner
So along comes this guy who I had known just few weeks? [I was somehow attached back then, so we were just friends]. We met at a party/night out and he called me the next day to see if we could get together again. He's way too far from being serious [I think] nevertheless, I gave in. We went out few days later on a date that I wasn’t even sure was a date at first.
Until, that is, we kissed.
“Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.” ~Zora Neale Hurston
And that is when I got scared. Not that I haven’t kissed anyone after C. Just that I have not felt that way about a kiss from anyone again [actually, even before that but that is a whole ‘nother story].
“Love is the poetry of the senses.” ~Honoré de Balzac
To say it took my breath away would be an understatement. My immediate reaction was: wait. This is not in my plan. This will be complicated. I could get my heart broken.
My next reaction was: don’t stop.
My relationships before this one have had one single thing in common: me loving men incapable of loving anyone but themselves. I fall for that guy in the middle of the circle of people at a party meant to jest a goody-goody party. The guy who laughs easily and knows exactly what to say and when to say it. I am attracted to charm. Unfortunately, the men I have found thus far have been all charm, and very little substance [bitter].
This quote from Catcher in the Rye sums up my relationships with boys.
“I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.” ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
So - with my mended heart still planted right there on my sleeve - I dived in once again.
Hoping this time I fall softly, and stick the landing.
> hit That threaDmiLL
Author: aLmich
Binge-ing has long been my problem. And what to be expected of course is that disgusting feeling every time you hit the weighing scale. When my Ate was still pregnant, we laughed at the thought that we're gaining weight because we can afford to. Few months passed and she had already given birth. And now she's starting to lose those calories, what's left is ME struggling to be the same. I feel so conscious everytime I can't wear my clothes anymore. I need to lose weight now! I have to!
Big news -- obesity is the health crisis du jour, as evidenced by the recent flurry of headlines. What's the latest advice for those combatants in the battle of the bulge? Instead of counting carbs and calories, try nibbling flaky croissants and foie gras. Yes, according to lore and a new bestseller, if you really want to kiss your flab goodbye, take a lesson from the French. They don't diet, and they don't spend hours at the gym. So what's their secret? They eat for pleasure, savoring every bite. Now, that's some news we can really sink our teeth into!
> oh pLease don'T stoP it, oh pLease don't, oh pLease, Oh...
Author: aLmich
> for my new sTation
Author: aLmich
> eLevator sCene
Author: aLmich
> anoTher biTch encounTer
Author: aLmich
Ryan mentioned her name again. I dont want to hate her again. I just wanna forget her.
So, you know how Oprah did a segment on The Secret?
Okay, maybe you didn't know that. Maybe you don't watch Oprah. I mean, I don't even watch Oprah all that often. I'm just getting off at work when it comes on and religiously programming it just seems kind of...well, lame.
The thing is, this whole business about positive thinking...well, when you have a negative thought creep in [i.e. this morning when you're still groggy with sleep and it's another Monday morning and all you can think is, "Is this my life?"] it's easy to see how that snowballs.
The woman who sits next to me inside the FX is extremely negative. I don't wish to listen but she talked too loud for everyone to cover their ears.
It's kind of annoying.
I hate it when someone's such a Debbie Downer.
Why can't people just suck it up, you know? Just get on with your life, instead of whining ad nauseum about it all the time. I mean, you're just asking to be punched in the face at that point.
I also find it annoying when people refuse to try things, but feel like it's perfectly okay to bitch and moan about it. Like, how do you know something sucks until you've at least tried it out first, you know?
God.
People are so fucking stupid sometimes.
Like this one person whose name popped out again, who for some unexplainable reasons enjoys bitching and shitting around.
Hello! It's common courtesy to at least realize how your friends been good to you, and that they have your secrets so give them a head's up at the very least. Like, what the hell? Were you raised by a pack of animals in the wild or something?
I hate Rien Adducul, I'm supposed to just forget about her and forgive her but her shittiness still roams like venom, ready to wear out anyone.
And well, there I got again with the bitching and moaning.
I swear to God I'm not this tedious in real life.
So, you know how Oprah did a segment on The Secret?
Okay, maybe you didn't know that. Maybe you don't watch Oprah. I mean, I don't even watch Oprah all that often. I'm just getting off at work when it comes on and religiously programming it just seems kind of...well, lame.
The thing is, this whole business about positive thinking...well, when you have a negative thought creep in [i.e. this morning when you're still groggy with sleep and it's another Monday morning and all you can think is, "Is this my life?"] it's easy to see how that snowballs.
The woman who sits next to me inside the FX is extremely negative. I don't wish to listen but she talked too loud for everyone to cover their ears.
It's kind of annoying.
I hate it when someone's such a Debbie Downer.
Why can't people just suck it up, you know? Just get on with your life, instead of whining ad nauseum about it all the time. I mean, you're just asking to be punched in the face at that point.
I also find it annoying when people refuse to try things, but feel like it's perfectly okay to bitch and moan about it. Like, how do you know something sucks until you've at least tried it out first, you know?
God.
People are so fucking stupid sometimes.
Like this one person whose name popped out again, who for some unexplainable reasons enjoys bitching and shitting around.
Hello! It's common courtesy to at least realize how your friends been good to you, and that they have your secrets so give them a head's up at the very least. Like, what the hell? Were you raised by a pack of animals in the wild or something?
I hate Rien Adducul, I'm supposed to just forget about her and forgive her but her shittiness still roams like venom, ready to wear out anyone.
And well, there I got again with the bitching and moaning.
I swear to God I'm not this tedious in real life.
> happy burp-day candY!
Author: aLmich
> rO and rain's birThday
Author: aLmich
> miSsing minDorO
Author: aLmich
> Burp-day
Author: aLmich
> mOod shifTs
Author: aLmich
Life these times as they say is worth all the trouble. Even if there is a greater world that awaits us beyond this polluted planet, still living on Earth is a blast. I don't mean to be a wordly creature [don't get me wrong Lord God], I just want to be thankful.
Gosh... my mood swings are terribly swinging... *heheheh. Out of sorts. Last week, it was off. But now, I sort of like my life again. That's how life goes! And that's me maybe.
I'm just thankful that once in awhile, when the drama queen inside me would vent and cry out loud, there are friends who would keep me sane and struggle with me.
Despite my paranoia and my obsessive-compulsive behavior, I still feel loved. I am thankful to God for giving me people who can put up with my tantrums, who can live up with my nagging... etcetera, etcetera.
Once in a while we feel down and depressed. I for once thought I have manic depression. Somehow, I thought it's just our angels knocking our hearts to see that we have someone to run to. It can be directly God, but sometimes he'd send someone to make our frustrations bearable. Someone who would make us feel safe, someone who would make us feel beautiful, someone who would make us feel worth all the trouble.
And that is why LIFE is worth all the trouble. Because there's God. Because he sends angels that would carry us when we're about to fall the shit hole of life.
> surVey
Author: aLmich
1. WHAT CURSE WORD D0 Y0U USE?
~ PI, PI! paksyet!
2. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO NOW?
~ Umbrella : KC concepcion version
3. WHO IS THE PERSON YOU TALK TO THE MOST?
~ Ate Erlynn
4. WHAT TIME IS Y0UR ALARM CL0CK SET?
~ 1:30am
5. DO YOU WEAR FLIP FLOPS WHEN IT'S COLD?
~ yeah and dopie too
6. W0ULD Y0U RATHER TAKE THE PICTURE 0R BE IN THE
PICTURE?
~ be in the picture but since I take good picture ako palagi taga-kuha
7.WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE Y0U WATCHED?
~ Rush Hour 3
8. D0 ANY OF Y0UR FRIENDS HAVE CHILDREN?
~ A lot of them
9. HAS ANY0NE EVER CALLED Y0U LAZY?
~ Naman!
10. D0 YOU EVER TAKE MEDICATI0N T0 HELP Y0U FALL
ASLEEP?
~ Litec - courtesy of Mikee
11. WHAT CD IS CURRENTLY IN Y0UR CD PLAYER?
~ I just hame mp3s on my phone
12. D0 Y0U PREFER REGULAR 0R CHOCOLATE MILK?
~ Regular milk
13. HAS ANY0NE T0LD Y0U A SECRET THIS WEEK?
~ Gretch... juicy ones!
14. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HAD STARBUCKS?
~ Yesterday, 1 from Gateway Mall and another sa Adriatico
15. CAN Y0U WHISTLE?
~ Yup,singaw nga lang
16.D0 YOU THINK PE0PLE TALK AB0UT Y0U BEHIND YOUR
BACK?
~ I think think this is everyone's favorite hobby
17. DID Y0U WATCH CARTO0NS AS A CHILD?
~ Sobra!
18. WHAT M0VIE D0 YOU KNOW EVERY LINE TO?
~ I want you to paint me like... - Titanic
19. D0 YOU 0WN ANY BAND T-SHIRTS?
~ No
20. IS ANY0NE IN LOVE WITH Y0U?
~ Sabi niya
21. DO YOU DO YOUR OWN DISHES?
~ Most of the time
22. EVER CRIED IN PUBLIC?
~ Yeah, this girl even offered me peanuts so I'll stop crying... as if I'm a kid that can be bribed with candy.
23. ARE Y0U 0N A DESKT0P COMPUTER 0R A LAPTOP?
~ desktop sa office laptop sa house
24. ARE Y0U CURRENTLY WANTING ANY PIERCINGS 0R
TATTO0S?
~ Yup! 1 more on my right ear and tattoo on my left arm
31. WHAT'S THE WEATHER LIKE?
~ Humid
32. W0ULD Y0U EVER DATE S0ME0NE C0VERED IN TATTO0S?
~ Maybe
33. WHAT DID YOU DO BEFORE THIS?
~ Update www.babyearwood.blogspot.com
34. WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU SLEPT ON THE COUCH?
~ Last thursday
35. H0W MANY H0URS OF SLEEP D0 YOU NEED TO FUNCTION?
~ 5 hours
36. D0 Y0U EAT BREAKFAST DAILY?
~ Yeah!, my shift starts at 3am so breakfast is at 5am
37. ARE Y0UR DAYS FULL AND FAST PACED?
~ Full and fast paced
38. D0 YOU PAY ATTENTION TO THE CAL0RIES IN THE
FOOD YOU EAT?
~ I'd like to
39. D0 Y0U USE SARCASM?
~ A lot
40. H0W 0LD WILL Y0U BE TURNING ON Y0UR NEXT BIRTHDAY?
~ I stopped counting at 20
41. ARE Y0U PICKY AB0UT SPELLING AND
GRAMMAR?
~ Uhum, but I commit the same
42. HAVE Y0U EVER BEEN TO SIX FLAGS?
~ I'll be
43.D0 YOU GET AL0NG BETTER WITH THE
SAME SEX 0R THE OPPOSITE SEX?
~ Both
44.BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND?
~ Boyfriend
45.D0 Y0U SLEEP 0N Y0UR SIDE OR BACK?
~ Either
46. D0 Y0U WATCH THE NEWS?
~ Everyday
47. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET
IT?
~ Right knee [bakokang sa province]
48. WH0 WAS THE LAST PERS0N T0 MAKE Y0U CRY?
~ Rien Adducul
49. D0 YOU LIKE ANYB0DY?
~ Friend-like [Jc], Love-like [Chris]
50. HOW'S THE SURVEY?
~ Tedious
MORE...
1.first 2 words/letters that pops in ur mind now?
~ none
2. name 3 of your crazy friends
~ Rain, Gretch and Cez
3. what's your favorite number/s?
~ 7
4. what was the first thing you did after waking up?
~ Checked my phone
5. last number of your cell number?
~ 2 and 5 [i have two]
6. who was the first person that came to your mind
as you woke up this morning?
~ **
7. who was the last person to make you feel kilig?
~ **
8.what song is on your mind right now?
~ Wonderful
9. who do you want to call on your cellphone?
~ None
10. Are you in love?
~ I think
11. what color/s do you like?
~ I just love colors so lahat
12. last song that you sang:
~ Catch me I'm falling.. - to tease Gretch
13. do you like to sing?
~ Yeah
14. have you ever been to Baguio, Phils?
~ A lot
15. what was the last song that you danced to?
~ Can't remember
16. favorite songs:
~ Now? Christmas songs
17. bakit mo sinagutan ang survey na ito?
~ Trip
18. asan ka ngayon?
~ Home
19. last person you e-mailed.
~ Myself
20. have you been to disneyLand?
~ Yes, HK Disbeyland
21.how often do you buy load?
~ 7[p300] per month
22.who's the last person in your phonebook?
~ 2putok
23. if you were given a chance to visit another country?
~ I will shop to death
24. name the person that you want to fall for you
at this moment?
~ **
> in BED with JC
Author: aLmich
I thought I'd be having a boring Saturday night. After the gimik with my new friends [myah, gretch, ryan, sir knowel and the newest - Jc], I woke up with a serious hang-over and a series of shaking and perspiring moment. The night's ka-booze plus the fact that I haven't slept for almost 2 days drops my knees. I opened my eyes and saw that I was inside my room and my head cracking and pounding like crazy. Suddenly, the party we had came flashing back. Actually, I was having second thoughts of going to Jarvis' birthday party, number one because my work ends around 12 and that the party starts at 4. Second, I have nothing to wear and third, I'm so tired to party and I would just like to doze and slumber on my bed the whole day. But I have to go because that's Diana, one of our ka-buenas.
And so I found myself, giggling and enjoying the night after the birthday party. I have not been going out for quite sometime. I suddenly bacame a stranger there. Malate crowd didn't change that much but I felt I really missed it. After Giligan's drinking session, the BED party was a blast. I somehow felt strange and alone but Jc made sure we'll enjoy the night. And for that, salamat! *hehehe I know the post' title will be gathering some raised brows but I don't care, try to get a life!
> breaKinG monoTony
Author: aLmich
Worrying kills you... well this is the mantra that I keep on repeating to myself each day. Aside from talking [*okray], I guess this is one of my greatest talent! I worry about lots of things from the smallest detail to the biggest creation in the world. Who can I blame? Bad experiences? They say charge it to experience... you bet! You learn from these things... I learn nothing but to worry. Even when I'm happy, I worry. I worry that after laughing out loud, I'd cry the next day. Pathetic huh?
Sometimes my worrying worries me... see?! Like when I ride the bus, whenever someone hides his hands in his jacket, it gives me the feeling that he has a gun or a knife. I even thought I saw someone pick-pocketing someone. Either that or I'm delusional!
There are more to that story, which at some point is an advantage because I'm vigilant and alert. But it causes me a great deal of trouble. I worry riding buses along EDSA, I don't ride "bulok", "mahinang ilaw" taxi cab, I don't ride tinted FX, I don't ride jeepneys which have small windows and goon-looking men... and the list goes on and on.
This "worrying thing" or it may come close to paranoia- is also affecting my personal relationship with other people and with myself. I worry about my future, I worry about my family if their safe, I worry if my friends are safe and if they are really "true" friends, I worry if my boyfriend is loyal to me or not... I worry about anything under the sun.
Right now, I'm worrying because I'm happily inlove. It has never been like this before, trust me! Life hasn't been to good to me in this aspect of life. But now that it seems like I have found the right one, I am worrying again... worrying that tomorrow it's a different story. Though
I trust the guy [as in I really do] this monster lurking inside my brain is slowly killing me.
I don't want to be afraid of riding the bus, jeep, or taxi. I don't want to live afraid that my loved ones are not safe. I don't want to constantly think if I turned off the gas or if I pulled the plug of the tv. I dont want to be afraid of loving too much, I don't want to worry about losing him.
I just want to live in peace.
Whew! Fidgety
ME.
Good thing of course that we still have things in life that could somehow break this monotonous way of living. Yesterday, I went out to attend Diana's Jarvis' birthday. It was so cool and I really enjoyed it. Gretch, Myah, Ryan and Jc kept me company. The good day didn't just end there. Soon we headed to Giligans Makati with Sir Knowel joining us. After couple of drinks, Ryan left for he has previous commitment to attend to, Jc followed through. The remaining group then continued the night over a cup of coffee at Starbucks Adriatico. After a while, Jc rejoined us to a bar - BED. Imagine what perspired? that I'll leave to your imaginations *hehehe.
And ooppsss.. Here's some.
Sometimes my worrying worries me... see?! Like when I ride the bus, whenever someone hides his hands in his jacket, it gives me the feeling that he has a gun or a knife. I even thought I saw someone pick-pocketing someone. Either that or I'm delusional!
There are more to that story, which at some point is an advantage because I'm vigilant and alert. But it causes me a great deal of trouble. I worry riding buses along EDSA, I don't ride "bulok", "mahinang ilaw" taxi cab, I don't ride tinted FX, I don't ride jeepneys which have small windows and goon-looking men... and the list goes on and on.
This "worrying thing" or it may come close to paranoia- is also affecting my personal relationship with other people and with myself. I worry about my future, I worry about my family if their safe, I worry if my friends are safe and if they are really "true" friends, I worry if my boyfriend is loyal to me or not... I worry about anything under the sun.
Right now, I'm worrying because I'm happily inlove. It has never been like this before, trust me! Life hasn't been to good to me in this aspect of life. But now that it seems like I have found the right one, I am worrying again... worrying that tomorrow it's a different story. Though
I trust the guy [as in I really do] this monster lurking inside my brain is slowly killing me.
I don't want to be afraid of riding the bus, jeep, or taxi. I don't want to live afraid that my loved ones are not safe. I don't want to constantly think if I turned off the gas or if I pulled the plug of the tv. I dont want to be afraid of loving too much, I don't want to worry about losing him.
I just want to live in peace.
Whew! Fidgety
ME.Good thing of course that we still have things in life that could somehow break this monotonous way of living. Yesterday, I went out to attend Diana's Jarvis' birthday. It was so cool and I really enjoyed it. Gretch, Myah, Ryan and Jc kept me company. The good day didn't just end there. Soon we headed to Giligans Makati with Sir Knowel joining us. After couple of drinks, Ryan left for he has previous commitment to attend to, Jc followed through. The remaining group then continued the night over a cup of coffee at Starbucks Adriatico. After a while, Jc rejoined us to a bar - BED. Imagine what perspired? that I'll leave to your imaginations *hehehe.
And ooppsss.. Here's some.
