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.
> the secreT
Author: aLmich
You ever have one of those mornings where you just feel like... like you're not okay, but you can't put your finger on why you're not okay. It's not that you're sad or angry or irritated... you're just not happy.
Who knows? Maybe it's a bit of boredom, too...and maybe a touch of fear that maybe things will always stay the same and nothing will ever move forward.
See, the thing is, even though listening to those people on Oprah talk about "The Secret" was kind of inspiring, it just feels so bloody hard to lift yourself out of a blah mood and to stop yourself from thinking, "I don't want to do this. I don't want to be here."
I always think about that Gwyneth Paltrow movie, "Sylvia", and that one scene where she's talking to a friend and you can tell she's in this really bad place in her mind. It's just the way she talks, you know? That dull acceptance of how weary her life is... it's so different from just being depressed, because it's like this whole other layer of defeat.
I guess I'm not really making all that much sense right now.
It's Ate Erlynns baby shower and birthday party and baste batch mates are coming... so I'd rather try perking up...
My pinsans : Olee, Ron, On and Pet are online now and we're on a conference... I guess that's one thing I should be happy about right?
I just have to keep telling myself that it's just one bad day... just one bad day to get through...
*wink
Who knows? Maybe it's a bit of boredom, too...and maybe a touch of fear that maybe things will always stay the same and nothing will ever move forward.
See, the thing is, even though listening to those people on Oprah talk about "The Secret" was kind of inspiring, it just feels so bloody hard to lift yourself out of a blah mood and to stop yourself from thinking, "I don't want to do this. I don't want to be here."
I always think about that Gwyneth Paltrow movie, "Sylvia", and that one scene where she's talking to a friend and you can tell she's in this really bad place in her mind. It's just the way she talks, you know? That dull acceptance of how weary her life is... it's so different from just being depressed, because it's like this whole other layer of defeat.
I guess I'm not really making all that much sense right now.
It's Ate Erlynns baby shower and birthday party and baste batch mates are coming... so I'd rather try perking up...
My pinsans : Olee, Ron, On and Pet are online now and we're on a conference... I guess that's one thing I should be happy about right?
I just have to keep telling myself that it's just one bad day... just one bad day to get through...
*wink
> viva caLingasan!
Author: aLmich
Weird as it may seem but I haven't met some of my cousins since birth.. salamat sa technology nagkakila-kilala kami.. here's a pic of what took place last week..
I'll be updating more of what have beens next time..
> barFy and my new cLaimed BF!
Author: aLmich
I'm kinda feeling barfy this afternoon when i woke up.
Well... every afternoon for the past week, I've woken up and dry heaved into the sink. Today I actually threw up and it oddly made me feel a little better.
Yeah, so I think that it's better for me to dial things back a bit, 'cause I feel like I'm a little too open and honest and blabbermouth-like when it comes to things in my life. It gets embarrassing when things don't work out.
*sigh
I don't know.
When a friend called last night, I just didn't feel like getting into anything and I was sort of distracted when she was telling me about how she'd finally met her boyfriend's mother.
I should be happy for her, right?
Then how come all I feel is nothing [except the urge to barf all the time]?
You want to know what the weirdest thing is? It's not like I feel depressed and unhappy. I just feel like... nothing.
It's a weird state to be in.
I mean, I haven't even had anything to bitch and moan about in my journal... and usually, I always have something to bitch and moan about.
Earlier, when I went to ML for Ate's kwarta padala, I almost freaked out sa teller sa daming kaartehan. Good thing I managed to be composed. I don't even know the person who sent Ate the money and to avoid so many more questions from the teller, when asked how am I related to the sender, I replied - Boyfriend ko. [ *nagulat ang mga tao! ha ha ha ]. What I'm gonna do? kse tatanungin pa kung bakit di pareho apelido namin kung sasabihin kong kamag-anak ko siya at marami at marami pa. Eh kung boyfriend? eh di malicious smile lang *he he he. The hell I care.
I was listening to this song the other night --- I'm almost embarrassed to mention it, but it was from that Canadian Idol winner, Melissa O'Neill, and it was her first single.
I actually found myself listening to it and thinking, "Yeah. She makes sense. You've just got to put yourself out there, 'cause even if you fall down, at least you'll know you tried."
I don't know.
Maybe I'm seriously cracking up.
And oo nga pala, aliw ako gumawa ng mga layouts these days. Here's one.
> basTe '98 : inuMan na!
Author: aLmich
> RSVP
Author: aLmich
> mag-tagaLog munA!
Author: aLmich
Kagabi may nang-away sa isa kong kaibigan sa net, so ako naman pinagtanggol ko... ang reply sakin nung salarin? eto "hoy kaw bakla ka tigilan mo kakaingles saken dahil di bagay sayo...muka ka namang bisaya gyud!" Aray!
Masaya ang inuman kagabi, birthday ni Ayeng. Lasingan talaga. Ako, roan, bessy, car and bf [jon], dai, bj, ate [di uminom]. May umiyak, may okrayan, pero siyempre mas marami tawanan. May mas tumibay na friendship,may mas na confirm na pagkakaibigan.
Basta masaya talaga kahit na maraming kaibigan ang namimiss na talaga.
Nakakatuwa lang.
Salamat sa isang gabi ng inuman.
Salamat sa mga kaibigan . Kay rOan na nagtanggol at naiyak kakatanggol daw sakin dati nung pinagtutulungan ako nila ikoy, nates at yayeng. [ wala akong sama ng loob ha] Natuwa lang ako sa sinabi ni Bessy, " Al, kahit ano mangyari, si roan, di ka iiwanan".
Kay bessy na kung di pa nagkahiwalay sa boyfriend di ko pa makikita ulit.
Si car na maingay pero sobra inlove sa bf.
Kay ate na always understanding and cool.
Kay dai na may bf na pangalan ay eugene.
Kay ayeng na di daw pababayaan si roan.
Kay bj na pa-kwela.
Haayyy...
> aYeng's biG day!
Author: aLmich
It's rOan's haniku's birthday! just wanna post the pic or I'll be tamad na *he he he... details will follow..
hapi bertdi ayenG!
> coFFee it iS
Author: aLmich
Naka - relate ako dito so I tried posting this...
A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university Professor.
Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.
Offering his guests coffee, the Prof. went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups : porcelain, plastic, glass, some plain-looking and some expensive and exquisite, telling them to help themselves to hot coffee.
When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the Prof. said "If you noticed, all the nice-looking, expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. That all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the better cups and are eyeing each other's cups."
"Now, if Life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it".
So friend, don't let the cups drive you... enjoy the coffee instead.
Now I'm missing Nates, Rain, Emman, Au, Car, Bitoy, Gene, Ikoy, Roan and the rest of the gang.
> Love letterS
Author: aLmich
Earlier this day, before Ate Buntis went out to make ninang to a friend's baby, we were chatting about funny moments and stuffs. We then came to a certain topic - "love letters".
While still in the province, I have this bitchy attitude of reading my pinsan's love letters. Tawang-tawa siyempre ako because they have this pattern that goes like...
"Una'y ngiti, pangalawa'y pagbati, pangatlo'y pangangamusta at sariwang alala.. " - as introduction. It felt so weird and hilarious. One more funny thing, even Inggrid knows this... *ha ha ha... I thought sa Occidental Mindoro lang, meron din pala sa Oriental. Phenomenal pala!
Go lover boys!
Then came the question...
How do we define smart and sweet love letter?
Read this "HATE letter". It is so funny and creative. This is a love letter from a boy to a girl.... However,the girl's father does not like him and wants them stop their relationship... and so... the boy wrote this letter to the girl. He knows that the girl's father will definitely read this letter first...
1 "The great love that I have for you
2 is gone, and I find my dislike for you
3 grows every day. When I see you,
4 I do not even like your face;
5 the one thing that I want to do is to
6 look at other girls. I never wanted to
7 marry you. Our last conversation
8 was very boring and has not
9 made me look forward to seeing you again.
10 You think only of yourself.
11 If we were married, I know that I would find
12 life very difficult, and I would have no
13 pleasure in living with you. I have a heart
14 to give, but it is not something that
15 I want to give to you. No one is more
16 foolish and selfish than you, and you are not
17 able to care for me and help me.
18 I sincerely want you to understand that
19 I speak the truth. You will do me a favor
20 if you think this is the end. Do not try
21 to answer this. Your letters are full of
22 things that do not interest me. You have no
23 true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me,
24 I do not care for you. Please do not think that
25 I am still your boyfriend.
"So bad!! However, before handing over the letter to the girl, the boy told the girl to "READ BETWEEN THE LINES", meaning-only to read 1.3.5.7.9.11.13 [Odd No.]
So... please try reading it again! It's so smart & sweet.
> Love wHispeR
Author: aLmich
Whispers
by Liza Marie
As I lie here in your sleeping arms
No words spoken
No sound made
Just lying here with you says enough
With your arms around me
Your breath whispering across my face
So warm
Yet so cooling
Your comfort and
Your love surround me
You mean so much to me
I've never felt love so strong
I love looking into your heavenly eyesBut not as much as
I love to gaze upon your angelic face
It fills me up inside
With emotions too great to express
I want to give you my all
Everything I have inside
How can I prove my love to you
Words just aren't enough
You're what I've been waiting for
I've been lonely for so long
But when I'm with you
I know in my heart; my soul, it was worth the wait
The stillness breaks
Your body awakes
You turn over towards me
Your eyes open
They look into mine
They make me glad to be alive
To breathe the same air as you
To touch you
Your soft lips meet mine
They whisper words
I could live forever in"I love you"
My heart melts
I return your kiss
And the words you speak
I return your love
And all that you've given to me
I love you, my sleeping baby.
> missiNg naTes
Author: aLmich
A friend of mine is missing, he suddenly disappeared, the only trace he left behind were the numerous laughs he shared with us, his words, and a farewell text before he was gone. In the meanwhile, I'm home, didn't report to work last night because of the bagyo.
In solemnity, I asked this: How lives can be so limited to the individual that's leading them...
We miss you, Nates. Let's get drunk, just one more time, please. Come back and I'll buy you a drink. Come back and let's talk.
> inLove and siRa
Author: aLmich
I can be such a sucker for love.
I love falling in love, I love rolling in the mud that is the love not answered yet. Maybe, who knows. Maybe he will take me just the way I am. Maybe he won't mind if my kisses aren't what he figured they would be like. Maybe he won't mind if my jokes aren't that funny. Maybe he won't mind I'm not like all those guys he has ever looked at and dreamt about, all those guys I already feel jealous of.
I just hope I can hold him, bury my nose in his hair and slowly dance on the loveballads that make me smile like sira. Headphones and you, that's all I need to be happy right now.
> Love is baCk!
Author: aLmich
After almost ___ months of absence, this post is almost like a visit to the attic, or a peek at old pictures of times long gone. Alienation, recognition, curiosity, nostalgia,.. are a few of the nouns that come to mind: building blocks for a customized sentence yearning to be formed in your head.
"Love, love... has come my way..."
Whatever the sentence, whatever its syntax, its meaning will undoubtedly be true. Here I am, on my nth relationship, fulfilled with the very human and therefore somewhat cute belief that this day marks the beginning of a new phase in life. Although in reality this day is no different than yesterday or tomorrow, I cling to this institutionalised momentum to convince myself of its truthfulness. And while these words and thoughts are almost martially forced onto my current state of mind, I feel their power gradually building up inside me. They march through my veins, fill me with energy. Believing = wanting to believe. Aaaah, the good old battle between reality and idealism. It most definitely is one of my life's themes.
On a sidenote: I've always been inlove with the thought of loving, just thats I can't live it.
I'm back!
> i'M in LOve and LovinG iT!
Author: aLmich
> am i naZi?
Author: aLmich
You know how on Grey's, they call Bailey "The Nazi" behind her back? [And just an aside here, but how great was Chandra Wilson's acceptance speech at the SAG awards? It actually made me tear up a little!]
Don't you sort of feel like the term "Nazi" has started to take on a different meaning altogether? Like, we'll call anybody who's anal, uptight and blunt and harsh-sounding a "Nazi"...which I think is really stupid.And why is it that, if you're super organized and meticulous and detailed, you get called "anal"? Like it's a negative thing.
You know what I really hate?
I hear myself saying things like, "Yeah, I'm a little anal" in a self-deprecating way, as if admitting it upfront makes it seem less bad. Why do I even think it's bad in the first place? I like the fact that I'm organized and thorough and meticulous and on top of things. I think of it as stepping up when so many people like to fall back and defer to others, instead of having an opinion, voicing their opinion, and just getting their act together.
It's all just so stupid.
Good thing Roan and I got hooked sa Grey's Anatomy na yan.
> on thiS rainY daY
Author: aLmich
So, I'm reading a friend of a friend's blog --- he wrote it down for me and asked me to check it out --- and I'm shaking my head and going,
"Oh, no...."
I guess because you have no idea how I sound, you might not hear the groan, the sarcasm, the are-you-kidding-me? intonation injected into the "Oh, no..."
I know I keep saying this, but, man, that Beatles song, "Eleanor Rigby" with the haunting refrain, "All the lonely people...where do they all come from?" floats into my head every now and again. My life is just one endless soundtrack...there's a song for every moment, every day, every person, every experience. It's raining outside and it's one of those grey days where it'd be easy to sink further into a deep depression. But you know what? I feel okay today. I just don't feel like doing anything. I'm listening to Shakira's whatever, whenever, shit ever *hehehe and lying on the couch, reading and feeling kinda sick. That's the story of my life, isn't it? I'm always feeling "sick"... though, if I were to probe a little further, I'd admit that it's more of this weird feeling at the pit of my stomach... like the sense that something's about to happen.
I don't put much stock in it anymore 'cause I always seem to feel like this, you know? Like something's always on the verge of happening... and I'm there, just waiting and waiting... and then nothing happens. A friend of mine texted me this morning. She finally broke up with her boyfriend --- the crazy, stalker psychopath guy. Let's see if she'll be able to make it stick this time around.
Sometimes, I think we've come to this stage in life where... after being single for a long time and then finding someone, we get scared of going back to being single... and it's easier to be with someone you don't quite love simply because it feels like it's better to be with someone than no one at all.
> Let me miNd my owN rainboW
Author: aLmich
*sigh*
Sometimes, it's like you can actually feel your brain rotting.
Or maybe it's just me.
Okay, definitely just me.
Let's not go down that oh-so-familiar road of why I feel like my brain's rotting --- because, when I complain about it, I invariably get a comment berating me about how I seem to just sit on my ass and do nothing but bitch and moan. [And whenever I get comments like that, I always think, "Hold up. How do you know I've just been sitting on my ass, doing nothing but bitching and moaning? There's a whole bunch of other shit that I don't bother writing about down here...so just fuck off. Who asked you to read this anyway?])As some of you might have been able to suss out, I keep more than one blog. Usually, there'll be at least one news item for the day that just pisses me off. [Yes. That required italics just to emphasize the level of disgust and pissed off-ness that certain things inspire in me.]
So, yesterday, I discussed [oh-so-briefly] "worms and my own rainbow".
See, I'm not pathetis, but I believe in appreciating little things. [Okay, hold up. Digressing a bit here... what is up with this woman? There's a woman at work who seems incapable of going anywhere by herself. Like, not even to the washroom by herself. She'll come around and gather up one or two of her buddies to accompany her to the washroom or to go get water from the servery. What's up with that?] And there are these people na wala ng alam ibuka ang bibig kung hindi palibre... I mean, come on... nanglalamang ka na. Mahiya ka naman. Anyway, back to the worm-slash-rainbow thing...yeah, so, my thinking is this: I don't really care what everybody else believes in. Whatever gets you through the day, right? But then someone comes along and is all like, "That statement doesn't make any sense."Whatever. Maybe I should stick to bitching about little things... like how I think women who wear fake finger nails and who dye their hair are just tacky.
> peT me
Author: aLmich
I got home early today. Took a cab home with Vannie and Allan. Braved the "kasungitan ng bagyo at ni Manong Driver na ayaw kami ihatid pauwi". What a morning to start everybodyss day, while we try to get a sleep. Whew! hirap talaga graveyard shift no?
I need to buy something so while on my morning walk, down the strip of road that led to a dead end. This even-steven road with no tricky twists and turns came after two uphill climbs and a downhill run in between, so this is where I had like a resting-strut before a final climb and a final downhill run after which I headed back home
On this road, just before I turned right at the corner, the sprinklers came off and I saw my rainbow. Well it wasn't really a rainbow. It was an arch of colors caught in the prism between the water and the sunlight. Nobody else could see it because it was just at that spot and I was the only one there at that exact minute. So I claimed it as mine. I watched it a while, wondering if I'd catch it on film.After a few minutes, I went on my way. Now, down this road too, the pavement would often be littered with the curled-up, stiff bodies of little earthworms. The sight of these things didn't really bother me, I didn't find them icky at all. But this morning, for the first time since I started taking these morning walks, I saw one little worm crawling towards me. I stopped and squatted to watch it for a while, I would even have petted it if I didn't abhor slime. Yup, definitely a non-dead, non-curled-up, non-stiff, crawling little worm.I'd say... the world has come alive for me today.
Well, 'Good morning, Manila!'
> afTer Long hiaTus
Author: aLmich
After a long hiatus, I am itching to start writing again. I have a lot to say about some exciting prospects I'm seeing [*duh], some exciting projects I'm seeing [and working on], some pains I'm coming across in the space [and my thoughts to solutions], and finally some really exciting new announcements.
Stay tuned!
> hayskuL LiFe
Author: aLmich
Found some old high school pics when I stumbled upon my high school batch’s group site… Boy, the memories just started flowing…!
Thought I’d share them with you guys… see if you can find me in the images… hahaha! You can probably see me sporting an eighties hairstyle and that oh so mangyan look on one of them… aarrrgghh!
Ah yes… High School days! Wish I could revisit some of those moments!
Don’t we all?
> soLace
Author: aLmich
It’s been about __ days since I made my last blog post. A lot has happened since then. The past few days has had its share of unfortunate events… and timely revelations. Yet I find no comfort in the fact that these revelations have ultimately helped me realize what I know now, but which I have been blinded to for the longest time.
Everything you gain in life, be it knowledge… experience… or wisdom has a cost. A price to pay. Some even come at an expense much higher than others.
I value my relationships… relationships strengthened by trust through the course of time. Friendships … and I mean “true” friendships in particular are the ones hardest to come by. You may sometimes want to make yourself believe that most bonds are “keepers”. But such is not the case as I’ve learned the hard way.
It seems that when you think you’ve figured out the formula to being able to recognize a true and honest friendship, you suddenly fall flat on your face… and hit a dead end. Back to square one, Al!
I’d rather that someone come up to my face and tell me whatever he or she feels rather than avoid the confrontation and invite the confusion of hearsay. But more than anything else… it is most painful when a friend of so many years… a very trusted friend… one whom you’ve considered to be more like family… and someone whom you’ve helped out more than once in every capacity possible, deceives you… betrays you and backbites you just to save his/her skin.
As you can tell by going through this post, I am shooting at all directions… wandering aimlessly… going nowhere. That’s exactly where I am right now… nowhere… lost. Lost to the fact that someone can actually be so true and so false at the same time.
Ahh… such is life and all its twists and turns. How can such things can still hurt you while it's been years already?
As for you, my “two-faced, double-tongued” so-called friend for so many years… it was good knowing you then. I have found solace… knowing now what I didn’t know then… the “real you”.
I believe there’s a lesson to be learned here somewhere… I just know it. Maybe I’m just too hurt right now to be able to figure it out.
Maybe in time…
…in time.
> can'T we just Text it ouT?
Author: aLmich
I remember the first cell phone commercial that promoted the idea of texting. I had the same reaction to that commercial that I had to the Apple ad before promoting personal computers to be used at home. That idea will never fly.
Good thing no one consults me for the technological future.
To me, texting equalled a retreat into darkness. Telephones made people not present, present, through the ease of talking, voice, intonation and all that stuff that makes it feel like you have the person right with you. The only thing missing were visuals, which the Jetsons and Bell telephone assured us were just around the corner.
So what happened to the video phone?
It tumbled into outer "failed idea" darkness and instead, text messaging crawled from the murky depths... the next link in technological evolution.
But the middle aged among us all ask: why would someone go to the trouble of typing on tiny keys [with inscrutable letters], navigating the triple alphabet per button to convey what could be expressed in ten seconds directly, without waiting for a reply?
Apparently the answer to that question is: safe distance.
A Sunday Service at Makati Baptist Church before, tackled that this generation of freshmen is less confrontational than any they can remember. These kids avoid conflict and refuse to express what they need/want in person, directly, eye-to-eye. They've been raised in an era of diversity and tolerance and know that people with character ought not to judge. They know this not as a Sunday school lesson, but as the essential social rule that they must obey, or at least appear to obey.
Instant Messaging [first] and texting after it led to a way to communicate hard things: gossip, insults, praise, flirting, I love you, racism, homophobia, want to go out? and more. You could appear to be courteous, friendly, "not interested" and tolerant in person, but unleash that other side of self through typing. Somehow the dark side of each person's soul had an outlet... an accepted one that didn't tarnish your public reputation.
Addtionally, flirting became a much lower risk endeavor. Saving face, much easier.
Texting also led to communicating with lots of people at once. No more were you forced to keep going with one person on the other end of the phone, enduring the awkward silence, deciphering what that long pause meant. If the IM conversation with one person peetered out, you had four more cooking along to replace it. If the texter suddenly had to climb into that orthodontist's chair, three more conversations were still demanding your attention.
I still remember two disgruntled dorm mates who sat directly across from each other in the same room texting angry messages over roommate problems until the landlady shouted: Stop! and required them to put down their phones and learn how to communicate what was bugging them in words, eye-to-eye. That's where it's gone. No one wants to appear angry in person. So they resort to texting instead. JB, my ex is really very good in texting and fights me like a soldier using his cellphone but cannot do so infront of my face. Unfortunately, I'm not the texter type.
I do respect that people at times plunge into texting like in a marathon. What I don't get is when people tend to send you all the quotes, group texts, watevas all at a time or every now and then. My cousin Grace texts me everyday in dozens! Forwarded messages of quotations, simple rants, simple expressions like sighs, boredoms, *he he he, hellos and all craps. I love the idea that she remembers me but she was doing that without considering if I might be sleeping or specially if I'm at work. I kept it to myself, just trying to understand her incessant texting but one day, I just exploded. I advised her not to include me na lang on her group texts muna kse bawal sa office or minsan natutulog ako. Nagalit siya. See? I don't turn off my phone because I don't wanna miss important messages or maybe if there's an emergency. Pero, yong tadtarin ka ng mga messages na di naman talaga sila gumawa at not really meant to converse? Come on.
Siguro wala kang magawa, bored, o mahilig lang talaga magtext pero hello! ako nagtatrabaho sa gabi, tulog sa araw... And you're texting like that? Consideration naman. Magigising ako pag natutulog or magtatago sa table kapag just to check my message pero ang laman eh "may 2 lalake, ilan ang paa?" *Grrrr... or "ei! who's awake? lolz, im outta here.." *Duh!
In our house, the only place you have "Globe" signal is outside or at our window, so imagine how many cellphones sit by the window. Tapos tutunog cellphone mo, babangon ka sa pagkakahiga, pag-check mo joke pala galing kay Mami Chu, after few minutes, toot toot, bangon ka ulit, "happy fekfek day" okay..., toot toot ulit, "Anak: tay, bakit po naririnig ko umuungol kagabi si Inday? Tatay: kase anak, kinain ko siya... " oh my siguro binangungot na kase di na alam kung natutulog pa siya or gising sa dami ng texts na puro jokes lang pala or forwarded *he he he. I love Mami Chu and I do appreciate the fact that when I asked her na tanggalin ako sa group messages eh naintinduhan niya. Pero yong pinsan ko? Well, may newborn baby siya at siguro nga bored diba? Haaayyyy....
Sana lang kasabay ng pagpindot sa keypads yong bilis ng ikot ng utak para naiintindihan naman nila kalagayan ng ibang tao no?
There are rules in texting. When I asked a friend to call me and closed with a period, she thought I was angry. I thought I was using proper punctuation. According to Johannah, periods mean you're bugged. Jb is also guilty on this. He doesn't know how punctuations are used.
A greeting without an exclamation point means that you're in a blue mood. All caps mean you're shouting.
Typing with misspellings has fallen into disrepute among upperclassmen in high school and college students. Abbreviations like "u r" and "LOL" are shunned because they're so junior high. These "near adults" pride themselves on spelling properly [and all the English teachers cheered!].
College kids will not answer their phones even when they hear them ring and have nothing else to do, but will text you back in the middle of class, a date, during a movie or while driving[!].
And those camera phones! DJ sends me photos when she shops for clothes to get my advice. Luke sends me photos of things that make him laugh. I send photos of the kids to Luke because he lives away.
I'm about the laziest text-er to ever inhabit a modern society. But I'm committed. The best thing about texting that I can see is that it's instant and brief. If I need that moment-by-moment touch but haven't got time for a long conversation, texting fills the bill.
Texting and camera phones. If you invested way back then, I'll bet you're rich. Next time you need technological foresight, ask me what I think, and do the opposite.
> wHo neeDs chaOs?
Author: aLmich
“You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.” ~Nietzsche
If that be the case, I have given birth to an entire universe of dancing stars. My life seems to be defined by chaos. But I have come to realize that I would not want it any other way. And perhaps chaos is not the right word to use, because it has such a negative connotation. It is really just change. Perpetual motion.
I say all these just to excuse the fact that I have not been posting as often as I would like [plus the fact that our Globe broadband has been in chaos for almost 2 weeks now] and I expect that will be the case for the next month or so. You see…
1) I'm starting to get used to my new campaign - Superpages.com;
2) I have a good feeling that I'll meet someone today or maybe the next's;
3) I started learning again the art of Photoshop and have committed myself to immersing myself in the experience as much as possible;
4) I have to research and write a humongous paper for a friend and because I want it to be super-duper scholarly and impressive I might need to spend a little bit of time of it.
That said, I am really looking forward to all of the events listed above. The Superpages thing, which one would think would be the most planned-out decision on the list [because it's the most dreaded and avoided], is actually quite spur of the moment. But then again I have always made life-altering decisions that way. I will be obsessed for days about whether to buy blue drapes or brown drapes but I will tack up for buying the next thing I laid my eyes on with hardly a moment’s quibble. I ordered my new cellphone last week although I still have one without further consideration to my expenses and debts. Some might say that is tad impulsive. Yeah, I know they will be right [been through a lot of these].
But my life has changed so much over the last year. My focus has changed. I moved to a new apartment with friends thinking that I “needed” to live somewhere else. That I “needed” a cute new place with lots of character. I was going through an identity crises - who is this single ME? This "divorcee"? Who am I? As with most processes, I focused first on outwardly expressions. I felt compelled to move as a way to express all of the changes going on in my life at the time. I had an intense need to redefine. On my own terms. I needed to be out of the place I shared with my cousin for quite sometime, out of the campaign I used to love. Out of the neighborhood, of the "MX" team. I would have even moved out of the city if an opportunity came [Baguio?].
Things change.
I was making a lot more money than I am now and I had an ex who's pissing me now. I'm in a new home in the middle of everything. Location. Location. Location. Friends.
Things change.
I might be in a new set of people, befriending everyone, kissing everyone who wanted it... sometimes I feel so "new" and "OP" but that gave me my life back. My ex decided he no longer wanted to be "nice" and that oh so perfect-bait guy and that he did not really mind falling into the category of “deadbeat ex.”
And most importantly I changed. I realized now that I don't really need to stick to some of my friends just to be hurt. That friends really go and go against you. I realized, I don't need to be that martyr just to be happy. And I will be much less stressed out if I can save at least every month in living expenses.
So here I go, downsizing my outward life in an attempt to create more inward harmony.
It feels good to let go of material things. There is real power in the act of surrender.
Things change-D.
> PMS
Author: aLmich
Hurting All Over
Oh God.
I can feel it starting.
I wrote about him before. Through my "snoring" post. That Mr. Dubai thing.
The whole please-strike-me-dead feeling, which makes me think that dealing with the onset of PMS *[Post Mr. Dubai Syndrome], with the depression and wild mood swings and whatnots, is a walk in the park compared to all these office craps that I go through everyday. I mean, on a good month, all I feel is being safe, happy and away from too-pressuring- work and that bitchy whore sa office. But this? This makes me feel like I'm going through heroin withdrawal.
And to make matters worse, punyeta sa lamig ang office namin *[sirang thermostat? o balat kalabaw talaga ang mga tao?].
I can feel in my bones that I'm going to wind up one of those old broads who has arthritis one day. And I'm feeling so fucking cold that I can't seem to stop shaking --- which just makes me seem jittery and high.
Okay.
Think about something else.
Um... I'm sneak-reading "A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey sa net sa office. God. I've never done drugs, but I get what he's going through. Lucky me. I get to go through this every night at work without having to abuse drugs or alcohol. My work just do this to me... and it makes me feel intensely sorry for myself.
And earlier, someone made abot this "Donate Your Kidney" fliers. Whaaattt? Early morn, tired from work, naglalakad sa Ortigas -- eto matatanggap kong invitation? Man, I need a fuck! *[pun may be intended]
> snOring eXcuSe
Author: aLmich
In one episode of the old television series Batman, Batman and Robin are in their bat cave and a lovely Catwoman is in their Batmobile, sleeping. Both tights-clad men watch her with a quiet admiration, such a beautiful sight, this peaceful innocent slumber.
How romantic to be seen sleeping like that, I thought to myself, a young ME at the time. How beguiling.
I imagined that if anyone saw me sleeping, it would be like a lilting aphrodiasic. Sweet, lovely ME and his gentle slumber. They would be powerless under this magical spell.
Slowly, over time, reality bitch-slapped me.
First, I came to know that I sleep with my mouth open at times and I mean "at times" lang. Blame it on allergies, but I'm primarily a mouth breather. My gagong friends from college took a picture of me sleeping on an airplane flight to Cebu and the sight of my open-mouthed stupor made me gag a little.
Second, while sharing a log cabin with 7-8 other "alternative" Baguio friends during a wilderness experience in 2006, a friend joked that someone was sawing logs.
Ahem.
That was apparently me.
And ohhh, of course that Sagada trip with Bitoy, Au, Emman and Rain confirmed that I really do the "train-chug-thing" at times.
The shock of learning that I snored- and this, the first time I was hearing of such an unME thing [remember, I am a maarte man when it comes to sleeping behavior?] sank a small corner of my self view buoy. A snorer! Gah! How uncouth.
And so began my self-consciousness over my unconsciousness.
During any collaborative sleep session, "Did I snore?" Sometimes the answer was good. Sometimes not so much. I wondered what made the difference. What made for a snoring day and what made for a dignified silence. Unmedicated allergies, yep. Alcohol, yep. Extreme fatigue, yep. Back sleeping, yep!
One night, I had to share a tiny call room with an intimidating male/crush/officemate/at Winsource during system down time and the awkwardness and self-consciousness of it all nearly killed me. I ouldn't really sleep than plus the fact na binabangungot ako palagi dun sa sleeping quarter na yon. In the morning, I asked nervously if I snored. He said, "You were quiet as a mouse." Sweet Relief! Glee!
But of course, I've been with him for quite sometime din. He's a light sleeper who must have NO SOUND. I mean, like NONE. I try not to be too hurt when I wake up at night to find him stuffing a 3rd pillow over his ear. And that's on top of his industrial-grade ear plugs.
And, apparently, getting sick is the worst thing that can happen to my upper airways and it got pretty bad last go-around. Hell of a stuff I'm sure, but also that extra neck and throat mass probably didn't help matters.
I'm going nowhere here... I hope you can still relate. I don't know if I'm missing HIM or I just want "snoring" be my blog. Hell yeah, I just miss him. Nasa Dubai na siya with her GF. [*hurts... terribly]. Mariaanneeeee! <-- she's our witness... Maybe I need ENT surgery or a Cardio o Cardiac ba? *rain, which is which?
> tayO'y mag-TIPID
Author: aLmich
Last night? Well, since I'm starting to try making tipid, I decided to take the FXtaxi to work. I just thought, why should I spend one way/Php130 every night while I can just spend Php20? I did some calculator-ing yesterday and found out that I'm just living somehow a more expensive life than I really should. Considering that I'm not really earning that much this time. I miss the old days.
Having so, It made me realize that I just need a little adjustment on my time schedules. That maybe, I just need to wake up and prep to work a little bit early than usual so I can still find an FXtaxi that is Megamall bound [my office is located nearby anyway]. And that I should try getting used to small walks even at night. So there I was.
Unfortunately, when I hopped in to one last night, It was just so full and there was only 1 seat at the back that was unoccupied. Next to me was this so uneasy/fat ass "jock"- *[feeling cool na paalogalog ng ulo kasabay ang mga taba niya sa katawan at leeg] who didnt seem to care he's just too big para sumabay pa sa tiyempo ng ipod niya while I was there siksik na siksik na sa sulok. And there also this guy who sat infront of me who totally stank of weed. Like, I felt like I was getting high on the fumes coming off his clothes.
But you know what surprised me?
When a seat beside him opened up, he tapped me lightly on the arm and asked me if I wanted to take it. I looked at him --- really looked at him --- and was startled to find he was really, very good looking in that scruffy, unwashed way. He had beautiful blue eyes and sharp features. His hair was kind of dirty and unkempt, but he was good looking.
I had my headphones on. I couldn't hear him. But I shook my head and said it was okay. He kept telling me that it was no bother 'cause he's dropping off nearby anyway. I resisted but somehow
I realized...
That was kinda nice. At least diba? may pakialam siya sa dillema ko.
I wanted to write that down in a bid to release my memories in here.
Sort of like Dumbledore and his pensieve.
> jusT pLayiN
Author: aLmich
> hoW are yOu on a FridaY?
Author: aLmich
"Today is a good day"
"How's it going?"
"It's a Friday!"
"It's a Friday!"
"Thank God it's Friday."
"I'm proud member of the TGIF club."
"At least it's payday."
For years I've heard people answer the above question with the above answers or not even pay attention to the question and answer with an "OK" in passing. Sometimes people would answer as if I had asked, "How you doin'?" That made me realize that they don't care enough to hear the question. I found myself doing the same thing more often than not.
I don't remember when but one day I realized that I was tired of the life I was leading myself into. Part of it was probably related to hearing the Chico and Delamar radio program. When asked by a caller how he was doing Chico answered "Better than I deserved." He thought about the answer so I decided to answer it myself.
How are you Al?
I thought about the negativity in most answers and decided to be positive. I started out by thinking about the crappy stuff that was making my life less than it should have been.
I found that my life was pretty good. I have an awesome family. A job I love. Friends. Leisure time. Hobbies. I had a good life. The things in my days that were negative were fleeting. After some light research, I found that amongst time with family, time working, time sleeping, and general crappyness, most of my day was good. Very little was that bad. Okay, so most days are good days.
I found that my life was pretty good. I have an awesome family. A job I love. Friends. Leisure time. Hobbies. I had a good life. The things in my days that were negative were fleeting. After some light research, I found that amongst time with family, time working, time sleeping, and general crappyness, most of my day was good. Very little was that bad. Okay, so most days are good days.
Then I came up with an internal scale of days. A great day on my scale is a day of "payday". Another great day is when I was in love. The terrible day on my scale is when we found out that Eric had lung cancer. I know days can get worse, but that's my current scale.
Most days on that scale are pretty good. I have a good life filled with good days.
Most days on that scale are pretty good. I have a good life filled with good days.
So now, when people ask me how I am doing or a related question, I stop and think about the day so far. I think about the my expectations for the rest of the day. I think about my scale. And I answered, "Today is a good day", or at least I'm prompting myself to.
It's amazing how many people stop after hearing that response. Then they ask me why. It's easy to find something that made today good. Some days it may be that I woke up alive again. I have days like that too.
I've been doing this for few months now. And I am hearing other people say it now. And I am seeing people smile when they say it; when they hear it.
The real point is that I am reminded by my own response every time I say it.
The real point is that I am reminded by my own response every time I say it.
Today is a good day.
Ate Erlynn and I had itlog and pancit canton for breakfast, Roan with her Haniku doing the pamamalengke, Venus Williams and Sharapova on cable, Dai cramming for school... what more can I ask for? Saya ng buhay, buksan mooooooo...
Happy... it's so nice to be happy... it's so nice... [the music plays on and on and on]
> whaT's on a TuesdaY?
Author: aLmich
What's on a Tuesday?
What is a "_a_n_s_w_e_r_"?, this is from the "Jeopardy" game we usually watch at home.
I think I've been using this phrase too losely in the past. I can honestly say that there hasn't been enough time in the day for the past month. Moving to my new company at the same time moving in to a new place has got to be the biggest undertaking of my "trabahador" life. Emotionally, I knew it would be but boy... I hadn't really realized that physically it would be as well!
It has caused me to realize that we often take advantage of time. We either waste it in front of the t.v. because we are "tired" or we simply put off having dinner with friends or that old officemates for the next week when suddenly next week is no longer there.
I have discovered this while trying to sift through all of my "stuff". It looks like a tornado has gone through our room. I've got piles for goodwill, garage sale, garbage, storage and then finally "payatas" pile of laundry! In reality the only things I've accomplished since I moved to our new place is my self. I wish I hadn't put off going through this stuff 2 months ago when I had enough time in the day!
All of these while trying to have dinner and/or drinks with every friend and family member that I care about. Since I've accomplished good friendship with people, I can tell you it's more people than you'd think. I've eaten out so much in the past month I look like an overstuffed pig. And working out? Forget about it - where's the time?
Oh, and try using the " i have dyspepsia" - excuse on a Tuesday night while you should be out there working. And what do you call that time you sneak yourself into "ministop" for 3 bottles of San Mig super dry? You definitely drink more when you are weepy, I've discovered. For the record, I do not recommend drinking a bottle of wine on a Tuesday night unless you are on vacation. All this while still holding a job. Oh, life has been interesting...
Good thing I'm just so happy and thankful that I have Ate Erlynn, Roan and the rest of the gang sa bahay. Masaya. Parang bahay-bahayan. Whew!
So the purpose of my rampage? Don't put things off. Before you know it, a life change will come your way and you'll be left holding a bottle of wine and an empty box with your hair on fire!
> baby ALEXANDER on the way...
Author: aLmich
Oh, a new "Gift from God" is on the way,
Come join us on this special day.
Balls and trucks and toys galore,
Don't be afraid we have room for more.
Doc says, "it's a Boy" but didn't write it in ink,
We hope he's right since we've bought nothing pink.
Baby's not here yet but already spoiled,
Pockets are empty, but our heart's full of joy.
We kept trying and trying but the stork wouldn't show,
So we just kept it up until a baby started to grow.
God answered our prayers just soon enough,
And soon we'll have a baby that we can show off.
Burp rags, bibs and stinky diapers too,
Soon we'll be changing them, we hope you'll help too.
We know there will be crying and screaming the first year,
But it's not the baby; it's Mom and Dad that you hear.
We've been reading and reading about babies that's true,
Nothing we've read says it's easy to do.
We've seen all the latest movies and even cruised along the shore,
Since we know that after baby comes this we'll do no more.
We've watched other parents and just shook our heads,
We're glad their not ours is all that we said.
We'll teach him respect and all that implies,
So that every day he'll put love in our eyes.
As we grow older and dwell in the joy,
We'll thank God for this little boy.
> mY madOnna
Author: aLmich
Another week starts tomorrow. I'm a little bit pressured because of the new campaign I'll be calling for. I've tried calling for Verizon before but that was like 3 years ago already and so many changes already took place.
It’s going to be a long day and there’s a lot to do tomorrow and I know I should be going to sleep but I can’t seem to. There’s just so much going on in my head and I need to unload before I go to sleep so here goes nothing...
I caught a documentary [I think] of Madonna’s latest concert tour. Man, I miss watching Madonna! I’ve been a fan since I was a little child… dancing and singing along to her music, copying her moves and her look at the back of our front door. Minus of course the ripped stockings and rubber bracelets and everything!
Madonna may not be the best singer out there and her music has changed a lot throughout the years [which is probably why I’m not that obsessed with her anymore… my tastes have changed] but I can still say that she is one of — if not the best — performers out there. Even for her age, she can outshine a lot of those younger ones in terms of performances — the energy, production, choreography…Madonna’s a pro at it, that’s for sure. I’ve loved her shows [although I have not had the honor of seeing them live]. Di nakakasawa.
The thing I loved about seeing Madonna again on TV was that I realized how much she has changed and grown... not just as an artist but as a person. I mean she’s wife and mother now, who would’ve thought back then that it would actually happen?
One of the things I admire about Madonna is that she continuously reinvents herself. She changes and grows everytime people see her. I like that she pushes the envelope with every change that she makes with herself. She’s not afraid to challenge the norms and step out of her [and everyone else’s] comfort zones to grow into her own or to be able to search for who she is and who she’s supposed to be.
I wish I could be as brave to challenge what’s generally accepted to see what is best for me and discover to the fullest who I really am. This woman seems to live on the mantra “No regrets.” I try to live on the same way of thinking but from time to time I still have things that make me back off from doing things I really want to do.
OK, I’m rambling and I’m not sure if I’m making any sense. This whole train of thought seemed alright when I was on my way home after watching Fantastic 4, but now I'm not so sure.
> FantastiC ME
Author: aLmich
Sorry for being a little non existent here throughout this week. I have been so tied up at work and I've been coming home and wanting to just chill. I just had a hard time adjusting to my new work sked and of course new campaign [Superpages.com]. Now, things have seemed to calm down and I'm ready for the week ahead or am I?I spent the afternoon watching Fantastic 4 : Rise of the Silver Surfer with Migz at SM Centerpoint. The movie started off well, the opening scene was cool; it was in outer space, the scene slowly glided past planets until it came up to what seems to be a world breaking up, slowly, with bursts of gigantic explosions protruding out of its surface; the planet then went dark and died.
PLOT
The Silver Surfer, a herald of Galactus – The world Devourer, swoops into earth on an excavation expedition with the intent to preparing the world for consumption by his master; and where ever the Silver Surfer goes, the world destroyer is not too far behind, off in the distant bringing with it death and destruction. Our heroes are defeated on their first meeting with the Silver Surfer; with some valuable information provided to them by their arch nemesis DOOM they succeed in capturing him on the second attempt, and the prisoner is turned over to the army. Realizing the DOOM has just used everyone to get what he really wanted, the Silver surf board which was the source of the Silver Surfer’s power; the team helped the surfer to escape and retrieve his board before he then goes out and does a kamikaze and destroys Galactus, his master along with himself, thereby saving the world.
MY THOUGHT
The acting was lame; everyone was just full of themselves. The movie plot was very weak, a battle between good and evil; a misguided convert that saves the day in the end; a wedding that has been postponed several times; a super heroe losing his cool and powers when he need it the most; and finally, the writers should have known, Galactus is too big an adversary to be used in a movie this short.
I liked the special effects though, and some of the laughs but it was not enough to justify going to see it in the cinema.
It was Ok, not great.
ADDITIONAL THOUGHT
Good thing they have Chris Evans [*yuM]
> quiaPo sundaY
Author: aLmich
Today was another fun filled day. First on the agenda was to prep my laundry so that it'll be ready for pick up, have some grocerying-[*if there's such a word] be done,and visit my Ate Bangge and Ymamao sa Quiapo. This was an interesting task for I've never been there for quite sometime now. Darell accompanied me. Dami tao, siksikan and mainit yet worth it. And since I'm too tired and lazy to write, let the picture speak for itself.
> my TOOTH faiRy
Author: aLmich
The tooth fairy comes when a child has lost a tooth. Commonly, she is very small, and she comes in the middle of the night. The child is to leave the tooth under his/her pillow, so that the tooth fairy can take it during her visit. Once she has taken the tooth, she leaves monetary reimbursement under the pillow, anything from ten cents to a dollar. [This action is done by a parent]. The teeth are then taken to her tower, and used for her purposes.
Yeah, so the evil tooth fairy took my tooth yesterday and when I felt under my pillow this morning, nothing. All he left me with is a swollen face [again] and an insatiable hunger. I'm allowed nothing but pudding or yoghurt today and *woo hoo!, tomorrow I get to have warm soft food like a bowl of noodles or oatmeal. Wait, I see I'm allowed a can of fruit cocktail. Huh? When were these instructions written, in 1950?
However, the evil tooth fairy's agent --my oral surgeon-- did give me a prescription for Codeine so that tells you what kind of pain was involved. Now here's something you would have thought I'd have learned by now: Never read the paperwork that comes with your prescription or you will make yourself nuts...or, in my case, even more nuts.
"Codeine can cause drowsiness or hyperactivity".
Okay. Which is it, then? Even in my worst [and much younger] partying days, I only indulged in things of a hyperactive nature for a brief time. A few episodes of my heart skipping a beat and imagined trips to the emergency room where I'd be instantly arrested was enough for me.
Now those drowsy drugs...*mmm... but I suffer from insomnia and natural hyperactivity so that's why they used to appeal to me but these days a SanMig Super Dry and dinner is all I really need.
Oh God...dinner.
Yeah, so the evil tooth fairy took my tooth yesterday and when I felt under my pillow this morning, nothing. All he left me with is a swollen face [again] and an insatiable hunger. I'm allowed nothing but pudding or yoghurt today and *woo hoo!, tomorrow I get to have warm soft food like a bowl of noodles or oatmeal. Wait, I see I'm allowed a can of fruit cocktail. Huh? When were these instructions written, in 1950?
However, the evil tooth fairy's agent --my oral surgeon-- did give me a prescription for Codeine so that tells you what kind of pain was involved. Now here's something you would have thought I'd have learned by now: Never read the paperwork that comes with your prescription or you will make yourself nuts...or, in my case, even more nuts.
"Codeine can cause drowsiness or hyperactivity".
Okay. Which is it, then? Even in my worst [and much younger] partying days, I only indulged in things of a hyperactive nature for a brief time. A few episodes of my heart skipping a beat and imagined trips to the emergency room where I'd be instantly arrested was enough for me.
Now those drowsy drugs...*mmm... but I suffer from insomnia and natural hyperactivity so that's why they used to appeal to me but these days a SanMig Super Dry and dinner is all I really need.
Oh God...dinner.
> paanO kita iLa-LOVE pioLO?
Author: aLmich
Welcome to Heaven's Resort, where you can rest — in PEACE,... forever!
Welcome to Heaven's Resort, such a lovely place, such a lovely place...
I can’t help but laugh whenever I remember how that line was delivered by the hilarious Eugene Domingo in the Regine-Piolo film - Paano Kita Iibigin.
I had the chance to watch the film earlier with rOan and her haniku,and darren. I have to be honest in saying that I wasn’t quite sure if I would like the movie. I have liked a Regine movie here and there but I was a bit skeptical about the teamup [even if they were effective on TV before]. Lucky me, it was a movie that was worth watching when you're waiting for your newly extracted tooth's pain be gone — and I’m not just saying that because I got to watch it for free. I think everything just came too short and fast... Seems like it was supposed to be a 6 hour movie shrunk to a 2.5 hour scene. Thanks to some selected parts like :
Piolo himself. For too long, he's been playing the goody-goody knight-in-shining-armor role. But here, he goes the bad boy route with his motorcycle boots and 3-day stubble. And it's not just the look—there were several scenes in the movie wherein Piolo was actually believable as an overbearing manyakis who attempts to seduce the sweet Regine—now that's something for the ladies.
In her "most daring" role ever, Regine frolics on the beach with her leading man in a two-piece bikini. Add to that a love scene that might just be the most graphic and visually enticing love scene the two stars have ever made in their careers. Seriously though, Regine has never appeared in a bad film [and this film is not an exception]. She seems to know what works for her, and in a genre where the tendency to go over-the-top is tempting, she plays it just right every single time.
The movie, from the first scene to the last, immediately and unabashedly aims for the heart. And if its overflow of sentimentality doesn't kill you, Eugene Domingo's scene-stealing performance will.
My favorite line [as said by both Eugene Domingo and Piolo Pascual] was such a riot. And I now love hearing the words “God is good” because it reminds me of the movie. And then there’s the “durian” line over breakfast with the daing with "mapulang hasang" parinig and the “pakibatukan ako” scene. *hehehe… I won’t go into detail for the benefit of those who haven’t seen the film yet.
To sum up, here’s what I think of this film:
Eugene Domingo – Hilarious!
Regine — Kaiingit.
Iya – Ouch! That hurt!
The kid who plays Liam — adorable.
Jet Pangan — Who knew? *hehehe!
Piolo – *sigh - akin ka nalang...
All in all [sum up na yan ha!] from our place to the movie house = mabahong taxi, salesman na walang alam, makupad na Wendys crew, di kagandahang movie, kending hubad memory and rOan'g nagmama-Regine and as always papa-ble MY PIOLO!!!
