Friday, July 29, 2005

Double Lost In Translation

o end the week, lets try something different, shall we? Ever got very early DVD copies of movies that won't be showing for months ahead? The kind that comes from the ever reliable source of piracy (big brother China)? Its a two-in-one. Whatever genre you got, append a comedy to it.

Action/Comedy
Love Story/Comedy
Drama/Comedy....you get the drift.

Not in the content, but in the subtitles. English to Chinese characters, then back to English.

The original source was from a blog friend, winterson.com (which is already down), to whom I am in awe in his effort....the captions are all mine.

Ladies and Gentlemen..the curtains now unfold.



Oddly, kahit nakasulat na sa logo wrong spelling pa rin.

at iniba pa ang grammar.

In Chinese, walang word na Sith. At oo nga naman, pag nag stroke ka pabalik
para kang gumaganti. Mahusay.

Anakin: This is where the fun begins


Obi Wan: "Let them pass between us" (kinaya mo ba ang dichotomy?)

Obi Wan, like, the battle strategist.

Pagalitan ba si R2?

Ayy!! Daks daw! ahaha.

At sabay sagot na gusto niya ng daks. Chancellor = Mr. Speaker, why not?

Hayop sa intimidation tactics no?


That's Chancellor Palpatine speaking, talking about Obi Wan. Again,
walang Obi Wan in Chinese, Good Elephant lang.

Ang cute niya sa pic na to, pero kaka turn off ang
sinabi niya (in the subtitle at least).

Astig sa retort e no?

What? Uhm, talking about his crowning glory siguro?
Alam mo na yan, punta na kay Mother Ricky!

Premonitions? Premonitions? (panalo ito!)

Hmm...sounds like something Yoda WOULD actually say.

cue song: These dreameses come true when I close my eyeses...

At pinatulan naman ng lolo mo ang pluralization.

Kanina pa tong dalawang to sa innuendo ha. Parang I smell something...

Napaisip ako ano yung Presbyterian Church. Actually in this scene
Anakin was referring to the Jedi Council. Panalo na naman!

Anakin: "Obi Wan, may the force be with you". Tambling.

Aha! Sabi na e. Puro na lang cuck ang nasa isip!

C3PO tells the couple to get a room. In Chinese.

Obi Wan is confused. So am I.

Yoda insists..

...and explains that the person he once knew noed longer is.

Geologic change. Tambling.

I'm not into strong and big, I can't walk with you evar!...at
least ang pagkakaintindi ko sa sinabi niya sa baba.

LIER KA RIN!

I have heard enough!

Darth Vader: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! (hindi ko na kinaya talaga
ang translation.


Palakpakan.



[Music of the Moment: Shake It Off- Mariah Carey]
[Mood: ]

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Akihabara, Tokyo, Yokohama

got such a shock just a while ago. Pag log in ko sa office, routine na for me to check everythang- emails, personals, blogs- pero nagulantang na lang ang pagkatao ko (haha. I exaggerate) nung nabasa ko yung isang tag sa blogspot account ko.

Ron: cool bog, I never thought u really had the talents to do this. my blog is trash when i visited ur site..

(oo na gets ko ibig niyang sabihin, pero hindi yun ang kinagulat ko)

It was Ron, a former Don Bosco schoolmate. Ron! Grabe. (O.A. na ba ako? Pasensiya na. Emotional lang e.) Kasi naman, I miss him a lot. All I can say is he's been one heck of a good friend. Early bloomer siya. Isa siya sa mga kaibigan I found the "formative" years of my life. Grabe, mega flash back naman ang utak ko. Ron was one of the most prominent "divalettes" way back when. Ka-level niya noon sila Toshi and Martin (from previous posts). Kung pwede nga lang mag long gown at mag suot sila ng korona at magdala ng scepter gagawin nila.

Nuong mga panahon na yun, confused pa ako. Iniisip ko pa ng masinsinan kung bakit parang naaatract ako sa kapwa ko. Sila, kilalang kilala na nila ang mga sarili. Kaya nga palaging mainit sila sa paningin ng administration. Sumbong to the highest heavens ang mga teachers kaya mega higpit ng mga prayle, este pari, sa 'min. Palagi kaming nira-round up, The Crucible-style (at ako si Wynona! Ha!). Ang edict nila Father Rector/Mother Superiora e parang "Kami lang dapat ang mga naka long gown dito!".

Pero papahuli ba naman kami? Siyempre hindi. We always found ways to convene. Diba nga may kasabihan? Mas exciting pag may sense of danger (of being caught)? Kaya ayun. While the mayordomas are looking the other way, the little girls had their fun and play. Haaaay. Those were the days. Sad nga lang at he left us sometime in Highschool.

Fast forward to college. Remember ko, ROTC pa nun (oo na! Nung 2001, required ang ROTC! Che!) nung bumulaga sakin ang mukha ni Ron. Nagpaka green mamang may pana din pala si Ganda. We had a choice kung anong ROTC kukunin namin, either the regular one or the Community Service. Being the civic-minded zzzitizens that we are, we chose the path less-trodden. We regretted it later on. Napasubo kami.

Pero it was fun naman kahit papano. Nagtransform kami into student teachers for the little kids of a district in Caloocan. Yes, Caloocan. Can you imagine the commute time from Taft to this far flung place? Peste nga yung mga ka-group naming mga straight guys (literally, flowers among the thorns kami). Kung ano anong excuse for them to not to go to the place. Kaya ang labas namin ay dalawang misyonaryong dalaga. hahah.

And then there was graduation.

The 2 years and some months after that I've been working, we'd only seen each other once or twice. The latest being just a few months ago.

Kaya nga ang laki na lang ng ikinagulat ko nung binasa ko blog mo!

Anong bandila na ang pinagmamasdan niya sa bawat araw?

Sagot nga ba...?


Magkahalong inis at great pride ang naramdaman ko. Nainis ako sayo, bruha ka, kasi hindi ka man lang nagpaalam. Naglaho ka na lang parang bula dito, tapos biglang sulpot a thousand miles away. Dahil diyan, di kita mapapatawad!

....choz.

Actually, I'm so proud of you. I know your living your dreams now. Small step pa lang yan. You've got the rest of your life ahead of you.

ps:
You HAVE got to teach me how to read/speak/understand Nihonggo. Para naman yung obsession ko for anime and Japanese made products (and siguro men na rin. haha) e magkaroon ng justification.



behind him is the Queen's Tower and the Tokyo Ferris Wheel.
(o ayan, teeny weeny na ang pic mo ha. walang angalan).


"Tayo po ay magpalakpakan. Isa na namang Pilipino ang masasalba sa kahirapan!"

But seriously, this birthed a whole lot of meandering thoughts for me. What am I still doing here? What has this country left to offer me? I've already given enough of me to it, I guess its about time for me to ask something in return. Will this country forever look up to other nations and never the other way around? I have made a compromise with myself. The year next would be the deciding factor. If things do not pick up still, I just have two things to say:

Sayonara Manila, Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu Tokyo!


[Music of the Moment: Devil In Me - Utada Hikaru ]
[Mood: looking out my (local) window ]

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

We Did It Again

ne of my officemates (from the company that cannot be named) - a true, red blooded screaming homosexual -and damn proud of it- had reached a new level of celebrity.

After the ChonaMae Banaag fame (c/o Francis, another P.S. luminary), someone had once again risen to the spotlight. Itago na lang natin siya sa pangalang Mel C., the domain master of THIRDSEXINTHECITY.blogspot.com is one proud daddy/mommy. What started out as a blog to vent out his frustrations, turned into a massive hit. He told his story - his loves, his sexual fantasies, his sexual escapades, his everything. Theres a ton of gay related sites out there (ahem, this being one, ahem) but he took on a new twist. Rather than shying away from using the gay lingo (gaysplook, if I may) at the fear of alienating straight people, he went for it. Half the fun is trying to decode what he's saying. (Yes, he authored the now infamous STARIRAY WARS that you might have recieved thru email) I, for one, who has a Summa Cum Laude in Gaysplookology could not reach his PHD level in the vernacular. Aside from his life stories, he took on movie scripts, and even political satire and added a dash of pink to it. And look where it got him.

He just landed a movie contract for his blog. Read: A freakin' MOVIE DEAL. Although, I'm not allowed to speak about which studio it is, nor what the details are, let me just say that this studio took a liking to his blog's universal appeal and they wanted to include it as a part of their family.

Ang galing mo, sister! Nung isang araw nagla-lunch lang tayo sa Kitaro sa RCBC at tinatarayan ang shonga shongang waitress (dahil nung sumenyas tayo ng bill, binigyan tayo ng tissue), ngayon celebrity ka na! If I may, please make sure you have a say in the casting department. Kunin mo si Dennis Trillo as the protagonist. Or Luis Alandy. Or some fresh new talent basta drop dead gorgeous to take a stab at the homophobic sector of the society. That would be so...hot.

Hay. Ako kaya. Ang blog ko kelan? hahah. Dream on!

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In other matters, lovely Aggie had just joined this contest. Please, please, please click on the banners below. (if they do not appear, click on them anyway. I assure you, its bug free.)


Themes & Motifs

Themes & Motifs / Wedding Expo Philippines


Prizes at stake. And if she wins this, there's a huge possibility that her wedding pix would be COVERED ON THE WEDDING MAGAZINE!
Love you, girl! Hope you bag this.

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shet. eto pala feeling ng napapalibutan ng celebrity. kakainggit. hehe.

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EDIT: I HAVE TO SAY THIS!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GARCI CARLO!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GARCI C.J.!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GARCI Bovine Diva!!!


Isang tao lang yan. Tatlo for goodluck and more blessings in life. Carlo, you're one heck of a person, even if other people (ahem, Es...., ahem) think otherwise. A jewel in any person's friends list. You surely are in mine. Kahit na walang lakad natin ang natuloy ever, We love you, mother! :)


[Music of the Moment: Behind These Hazel Eyes - Kelly Clarkson ]
[Mood: (surrounded) ]

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

La Gloria Magnifica

You might be living under a rock if you haven't heard about GMA's latest SONA. It was concise, mataray and glaringly short. How apt. How becoming.

At dahil halos lahat na ng blogger sa kanayunan would ramble on about what part of the SONA irked them- whether the Cha-cha movement, or the apparent avoidance of the allegations- ako let me just blog about something more mundane. Something more profound...ng slight.

Let me talk about the baro't saya ni Gloria.

Its blue. Elegant blue, with sequins like theres no tomorrow. It provided a sharp contrast to her Filipina skin tone. Blue is a symbol of bravery and defiance. Its also the color of peace. It says "leave me be".

And did you notice her jewelry? Sources told me that these were in fact, family heirlooms. Specifically, prize possessions of Eva Macapagal (GMA's mother) who, in her illustrious tenure as the first lady, she was often billed as the Empress Dowager of the Philippines. A litten kitten projecting an image of a tiger. She roars.

However no matter what she says now would fall on brittle soil. The rot is seeping through. We see groups here and there sashaying their banners and chanting their battle cries. They refuse anything the government gives them, they find fault in everything the government does. That enthusiasm could have been used for more productive endeavors. They're dissatisfied that the government isn't giving them any livelihood? Why don't they just pool whatever they have and start helping themselves instead of relying on an institution that is useless to begin with?

When I open the T.V. and happen upon the news channel, my mind fires up its defense mechanism and automatically drowns out the garbage that is spewing from the frothy mouths of Pro- and Anti- organizations. Too much of which would contaminate my mind as well. This country is going to the rabid dogs. What Rizal referred to as social cancer is now a full blast debility and we are being eaten alive from within.

Just you wait. In 5 years, this country would be a wasteland (not that it isn't, at present, but I mean a REAL wasteland.)

I guess I'll never live to see the golden days.

Magnificently Macabre!

[Music of the Moment: I Love You, Goodbye -I might take this song literally, and just pack my bags and leave this hell hole. ]
[Mood: the dream is dead ]

Friday, July 22, 2005

Boiling Water With Your Birthday Candles

Just a thought. If we put a candle every year on our birthday cake, how much water can it boil? Far off, no? I've got way too much idle time on my hands. Coincidentally, I found a link that answers exactly just that:

You entered: 11/30/1982
You were born on a Tuesday -->ironically the day I despise the most.
under the astrological sign Sagittarius.
Your Life path number is 7.

The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2445303.5.
The golden number for 1982 is 7.
The epact number for 1982 is 5.
The year 1982 was not a leap year.

As of 7/22/2005 5:51:53 AM CDT
You are 22 years old.
You are 272 months old.
You are 1,181 weeks old.
You are 8,270 days old.
You are 198,485 hours old.
You are 11,909,151 minutes old.
You are 714,549,113 seconds old. -->how's that for accuracy huh? Upon the time of posting I grew x milliseconds older. Eew.

There are 131 days till your next birthday
on which your cake will have 23 candles on it. -->they just have to include this.

Those 23 candles produce 23 BTU's,
or 5,796 calories of heat (that's only 5.7960 food Calories!) .
You can boil 2.63 US ounces of water with that many candles. -->
and this.

Your birthstone is Citrine
Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewlers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)
Yellow Topaz, Pearl, Diamond --> duh. Best friend ko yun e. choz.

Your birth tree is

Ash Tree, the Ambition
Uncommonly attractive -->(haha. like aliens?), vivacious, impulsive, demanding, does not care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent, talented, likes to play with its fate, can be egoistic, very reliable and trustworthy, faithful and prudent lover, sometimes brains rule over heart, but takes partnership very serious. -->ahem. yes, yes and yes. Eeriely accurate.

There are 156 days till Christmas 2005!

The moon's phase on the day you were
born was full. -->cool. Warrior princess anyone? :)
Tuesday, November 30, 1982
Moon's age (days): 14
Distance (Earth radii): 57.01
Percent Illumination 99.84%
Ecliptic latitude (degrees): -2.67
Ecliptic longitude (degrees): 60.10


Come. Get yours here.


Happy weekends everyone.

[Music of the Moment: Burn - Usher playing looped to eternity ]
[Mood: idle ]

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

D.G.O. (Dog Gone Ode)

When you first stepped into my life, I didn't like you. You were a hog for attention. Everyone kept on wooing you, kept on repeating how adorable you are. You responded with those big, black, button eyes. You left your mess about the house, yet no one seemed to notice. I abhored you. You weren't even well bred.

But then you got to me.



Little by little you warmed up to me. I mean, heck you still crap like crazy, you still hump our legs (ala Fockers), you still eat like a pig - but hey. You're one little ball of fuzz that can not be unloved.

I love you for the fact that you have a penchant for posing in front of the camera. (Sounds...familiar). I love you because my sisters love you. I love you because my mother loves you a whole lot (eventhough she gave you this name that you must bear in shame for the rest of your canine years).

Every time I come home, you're ugly mug greets me - no matter what time of night I walk up the stairs. You would even bring me my slippers (if only you can tell which slipper matches which).

The break of day would be the only time of rest for you. Understandably, this is the only time when the house seems empty. This is the only time when you could nuzzle up in some comfty spot somewhere in the house, never leaving your favorite blanky, of course.

You've got a construction worker's name, thank my mom for that, but who cares? I call you by a different one anyway. Often when I look at your mug, I see an askal. But sometimes when I squint good enough, I see a golden labrador. Labraskal. Why not? Pwede rin Askalador, juxtapose a letter and you get Alaskador. Cool, huh? At least you don't have existential issues (or at least, I hope you won't).


But for whatever reason you were shoved into my life, I care not.
Here's a cheery thought for you. I'd rather see your sneering, ugly mug than some person I know. And that's saying a lot.

I hate you. Yeah. I do. Really. ;P


ps: Its odd I know, I've been blogging about you for the longest time
yet this is the first time I'm showing the world your mugshot. I know you won't mind, you cam-whoredog, you.


[Music of the Moment: A little tinkling bell meant to signal something ]
[Mood: doggy-style]

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Comment Of The Week

Thursday Night behind (the company that must not be named) Center - Ayala, Makati.

(on a lunch break. Choosing between the two KTVs behind the building...yes...KTVs..)
Garci* Paolo: Oh! Saan niyo gusto?
Garci Derrick: Dun na lang sa enclosed para hindi naman tayo langawin. haha.
Garci Candy: Sige! dun na lang.
Garci Paolo: Naku! Dami pala nagiinuman. Look.
Garci Derrick: Dun na lang sa open air, no choice.
Garci Paolo: Eew! Meron din. Paano yan? Baka paglabas natin gumigripo na ang tagiliran natin.
Garci Candy: Oo nga! Scary!
Garci Derrick: Deadma na. Ayoko na rin dito. Malamang kelangan uminom ka. Sa iba na lang bukas, lunch time ulit.
Garci Paolo: Hindi pwede, wala na akong pasok. Rest day ko na, nho.
Garci Candy: Sa lingo na lang kaya?
Garci Paolo: Heller, may pasok na ako sa Sunday.

Garci Derrick: Lam ko na: Saturday night! Sa Synder. Ganda dun. They have the works. Sound system, price, ambiance...winner!
Garci Paolo: Check ko sched ko. Pero Pwede! Why not? Rest day ko naman.
Garci Candy: PwEs! MaG-aBsEnT kA!
Garci Paolo & Derrick: ???@@@!!!

Labs you, Candy girl! Sikat ka na. :)

*Garci = Badinggarci. Move over "Becky". May kapalit ka na sa vocabulary ko. :)



[Music of the Moment: Hello Garci ringtone ]
[Mood: Lolzing ]

Monday, July 18, 2005

Starting Right

Do you smell the Monday air?

For some it reeks. For me, it just feels...right. It the complete antidote to a weekend of whorish fun.

The weekend that had past was for me a study of the colorful tribe.

Friday
I had two boys at the same time...Ha! I mean to meet up for the night. Martin texted me just a few hours before the end of my shift that he wants to drive around. I said yes...forgetting the fact that I said exactly the same thing to Jayzee, who texted me an hour earlier. Oh well, I thought this would be good. You could never find two people who are more situated on the opposite sides of the spectrum than these two. And I was not disappointed.

Jayzee was a former officemate of mine. He left (the company that must not be named, lest internet spiders pick it up and I get a subpoena for Insider Trading violations) on a sad note. I miss him a lot.

Martin (from a few entries back) is a highschool friend. He's a looker, alright, and currently he's trying to find his place in the (showbiz) sun. But the catch is, he's as pink as a fairy.

Jayzee believes that we are made to play around, Martin believes that we should pay to go forward. Jayzee likes 'em boys ruff and straight actin, Martin loves 'em..well, straight. Jayzee is the one who leaves 'em boys cryin, Martin does the drama special. Jayzee is butch, Martin is a queen.

Despite these contradictions, surprisingly, these two jived well. And Greenbelt 3 can not be more of a perfect setting for our midnight rendezvous. Looking forward to the next cup of coffee, ladies.

Saturday
Saturdays are usually couch potato time for me. I just lounge around the house, catch up on DVDs, shows, my games and whatnots. But this Saturday was different. Val and Poy was celebrating their (gasp) 33rd month together. Do the math. They're just 3 months shy of 3 years. And this was an important event for them, hence they wanted to make the night special. Of course, I was honored to have an invitation from them. These two are the sweetest, most beautiful (gay) couple I've seen. And it can't get any more real than this. They've been through a lot in their lives. Ika nga, subok na matatag. Short background lang, their love affair blossomed while they were in their teens in Davao. They told me, gay men are different in Davao.

In Davao, gay men, in our point of view, have a more conservative view on life. I guess that's expected, however, looking at the big picture, its not actually a bad thing.

We went to Malate that Saturday night. No, not to mingle with the mindless superficial drones there, but to visit Synder (a bar where you can consider us stock owners by now. Ha!) These two have the same passion for singing. The place was packed to the rafters however, Ian and I was able to get a room. So the four of us spent a while doing renditions. I just have to note this here for posterity's sake: Val can do a fake-whistle (actually, its more like a real whistle, yet make it sound like its his voice) that no one I know can match. He can really hit that high note...in a way. Its so convincing, some beautiful boy (whom I'll never name) in Malate fell for him. Head over heels. Yes, because he can sing. I can see those bewildered looks. Believe you me people, weirder things have happened in Malate that may never get to writing.

We then headed for a late night Comedy bar session. Fortunately, they took me to this place with really good performers. I'm not really a fan of Comedy bar humor (sorry, Val and Paolo, I just have to say this) because I don't dig the substitution of sexual innuendos and incredulous behaviour as funny. I've been scathed by a lot of these bars before, I held on to my seat expecting the same fate. However, Bassilica really brings it. I'm not saying that they don't have 'those' types of performers, however they have the right mix.

And I fell in love with one of the performers there. Well, not love-love, but love-in-an-admiring-kind-a-way love. He was lackluster in the funny department, but when he opened his mouth to sing, I almost fell to the ground. He can put Martin Nievera out of business. Having someone's voice isn't necessarily a good thing, but I don't care. He swept me off my feet. And technically, he's better than Mr. Nievera (comin from a Martin fan, thats VERY hard to say).

The show ended sometime around 3am, and 3am is still way too early for us vampires. We headed back to Synder, but had to wait for a room. Luckily the ever accomodating manager Aiko (unique name, and quite hot) told us that he'll personally reserve a room for us. Nice. While waiting, we lounged at the second floor Val looked out the window out to the crowd below. He asked this miss universe-lite question: In a place like these, where you could almost smell the raw sexual energy emanating from people who, although dressed differently, look exactly the same - in stance, in positioning, in the goal to get laid - how do you stand out?

Ha! Answer it yourself. However, while we're waiting, I noticed this guy who kept on flashing them beamers at little old me. So, instead of waiting for a room to be vacated, I had to do something. I approached him and asked if we can share the room. He was more than welcoming. With him in the room are 2 other, equally hot boys. Waiting over, room acquired, and potential hook ups laid before us. This is so much fun.

I however could not wait till they leave the room to us. haha.

The night/day ended on a (bad pun alert!) high note. Val and Poy headed home to rest them tushies, while Ian and I went to Pancake House in beautiful Greenbelt (its the only place thats open) and had a delectable breakfast.

Overture:
Monday may be a bitter pill, but its a perfect anti-climax. I went to my office with a huge smile on my face.


[Music of the Moment: The Search Is Over - from Vital Signs by Survivor ]
[Mood: on the inside looking out ]

Friday, July 15, 2005

See How It Pours

The rain.

It's humbling. \ Little drops

That can restrain you
... to stay.

Bound.
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Have a good (preferably dry) weekends everyone!


[Music of the Moment: This Used To Be My Playground - Madonna ]
[Mood: |-me-| ]

Thursday, July 14, 2005

I've Got The Best Of 'Em

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Much to the chagrin of the office IT personel, I've found my wormhole to blogging dimension again! Take that, fools!

This calls for a celebration.
(to start with, I've flooded you guys with back entries. Feels good writing again)

p.s. Salamat Val! Ibinalik mo sanity ko! :)

[Music of the Moment: Heartbreaker - Mariah Carey ]
[Mood: celebutante ]

Going Back To Basics (part 2 of an undetermined number of parts)

Nasa kalahati na ng taon. When you think about it, walang pakundangan ang time no? It rushes past you in blazing speeds. Good luck na lang sayo kung maiwanan ka. Sige isa na namang cliche: Time is what you make of it. Haaay. True. And I'm so glad I've blazed the trail so far.

Here's a thought: I think my life is not just a silverscreen blockbuster, isa na rin itong best-seller na novel at the same time. Pano ba naman, I got a hefty budget from the Executive Producer e kaya may offshoot na. And since inuulanan ko naman ng cliche tong post na to, maka gawa naman ng sarili kong qoutable qoute: "Your life is the greatest movie that can never be filmed". Look about you, you'll be in such a fantastic set, under superb lighting, a very unpredictable and well written script and you'll be interacting with a stellar cast.

Speaking of stellar, may napupuna lang ako. As some characters get booted off my show, there is always that plot twist na may dadagdag na bago. A few entries back, I was dramatizing the fact that one of my eternal shebang girl friends (Cris) would be leaving the company (THAT can not be named!). Siguro, hindi na siya masyadong type ng mga producer at syempre the guys from the scriptwriting department had to write her off, of course without the histrionics like: car falling off a cliff; or acquiring and dying of some exotic disease that has no cure; or having to go to another country because her rich tita had just kicked the bucket and she was left with a hefty mana. Syempre no! Hindi chepangga ang mga writers ko! De calibre! Ayun, we still keep in touch naman. Every Sunday is considered our girl out session.


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So a chapter closes, another season begins. Enter stage right dalawang nilalang: Val and Paulo (i-lilink ko sana mga blog nila kaya lang, they value their privacy...choz). Lovers extraordinaire and dalawang ito. My concept of forever is 6 months thanks to Mr. Wonderwall (uy, nagno nostalgic chenes!), but these two..these two have been together, ika nga ni Julie Andrews, as old as the hills (with matching vibrato like theres no tomorrow). In a few months, they'll be breaking the 3 year threshold. Grabe no? In our world, or as I happen to say to one of my shebang girls: in gay years (parang dog years) thats times 2! Imagine 6 years? Isa lang masasabi ko: ladies, you are made of sterner stuff.

When I first saw these two, natarayan ako sa kanila. Pano ba naman, they keep on talking in their native vernacular na -in all truth and fairness- nakaka-alienate. Oh, let me rephrase that. Para silang from another planet and they want to see our leaders! Sila ang alien! (Peace tayo, dalawang dilag!) However there was this one time that forged a friendship between the lovers and me. Alala mo yung mga commercial ng Chevron-Texaco (locally known as Caltex) sa Discovery Channel? Theres always that Defining Moment that changes the route of your journey. Rumampage kami. (more on that in future entries)

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Overtime:
What's with all these rallies spewing absurdities left and right? People Power 3? Ayala People Power 1? Bakit may number? Ibig sabihin ba nila, they'll make sequels na kakaboog pa sa trilogy ng Lord of The Rings or six-ology ng StarWars? Baka naman gusto nilang gawing Roman Numerals para pormal? What's happening to our society? Mob rule?

Think about it, the rallyistas on the streets led by Rez Cortes (and the conniving politician in the background) number in the thousands. The mandate given to GMA in the electoral process was given to her by people numbering in the MILLIONS. Kahit sabihin nating nandaya siya, you could only move votes in the thousands or even hundreds of thousands if your a really efficient lowlife. Pero millions are millions. Kasama dyan ang collective voice ng Visayas at Mindanao. Bat napaka smug ng mga taga Manila that they are the "voice of the people"? If I can see a rally ng at least a million taxpayers, then siguro may substance pa yang kilusan na yan.

At speaking of the obvious lack of taxpayer representation, let me echo the question of Makati workers like me (our new building -company that can not be named- Center, is deadsmack at the head of Ayala Street): BAKIT ang mga nagwawalang mga rallyista ay mga mukhang nandun lang para manggulo? Worst yet, mga muka silang hinakot from somewhere, transported to the venue, and got paid for a day of "civic service"? To all the Trapo politicians out there hear this: there are people in this city who weren't born yesterday. We can smell your scum from a mile away. Ang cheap ng mga tactics niyo to make it appear na there are a number of people who support your ungodly cause! Nakaka perwisyo kayo sa trabaho namin. While we work our asses off to fill the coffers na kinukurakot niyo, ito igaganti niyo samin! And WHY AYALA, MAKATI? Hindi ko ba nabasa ang memo na may office pala dito si GMA? (sarcasm) Asan ba ang Malacanang? Diba MALAYO sa Makati? Bat dito kayo naghahasik ng mga idelohiyang bulok? Hindi si GMA ang pagreresignin niyo pag pinagpatuloy niyo pa to. Foreign Investors (which our country sorely needs)!

Hay! Tama na!



~and that rant was brought to you by the letters P and I. bow.


[Music of the Moment: Sobra Na! Tama Na! -chanting in my head ]
[Mood: nostalgic and looking forward at the same time]

Now Ain't It The Sh*t?

MEMO TO ALL EMPLOYEES:


In order to assure the highest levels of quality work and productivity from employees, it will be our policy to keep all employees well-trained through our program of SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (S.H.I.T.).

We are trying to give our employees more S.H.I.T. than anyone else. If you feel that you do not receive your share of S.H.I.T. on the course, please see your supervisor.

You will be immediately placed at the top of the S.H.I.T. list, and our supervisors are especially skilled at seeing you get all the S.H.I.T you can handle.

Employees who don't take their S.H.I.T. will be placed in DEPARTMENTAL EMPLOYEE EVALUATION PROGRAMS (D.E.E.P.S.H.I.T.).

Those who fail to take D.E.E.P.S.H.I.T. seriously will have to go to EMPLOYEE ATTITUDE TRAINING (E.A.T.S.H.I.T.).

Since our supervisors took S.H.I.T. before they were promoted, they don't have to do S.H.I.T. anymore, and are all full of S.H.I.T. already.

If you are full of S.H.I.T., you may be interested in a job teaching others. We can add your name to our BASIC UNDERSTANDING LIST of LEADERS (B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T.).

For employees who are intending to pursue a career in management and consulting, we will refer you to the department of MANAGERIAL OPERATIONAL RESEARCH EDUCATION (M.O.R.E.S.H.I.T). This course emphasizes how to manage M.O.R.E. S.H.I.T.

If you have further questions, please direct them to our HEAD OF TEACHING, SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (H.O.T.S.H.I.T.).

Thank you,

BOSS IN GENERAL, SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (B.I.G.S.H.I.T.)




P.S.: Now send this S.H.I.T. to 5 people who need S.H.I.T. in their life, just not the same person who sent you this S.H.I.T. They have already had their fill of S.H.I.T.!!!

Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,

DIRECTOR UNDER THE MAIN BUREAU OF SUPER HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING

(The "D.U.M.B.S.H.I.T.")


(thanks Marco)

[Music of the Moment: That Banana Song by Gwen Stefani]
[Mood: B-A-N-A-N-A-S!]

Going Back To Basics (part 1 of an undetermined number of parts)

Andaming araw na na hindi ako maka pag update ng matino. This is getting on my nerves. Hanggang ngayon, ayaw mag-give way ng IT department na i-unblock ang mga sites na pinupuntahan namin. Hay. Anyway, I just have to jot this down for posterity's sake.

Umuwi ang tito, tita at cousins ko from that little known country to the west. You know, that country that controls 80% of the world economy lang naman? They've lived there for the better half of their lives. Dati, sobrang adamant ko sa stance na hinding hinding hindi ako pupunta dun, kahit i-alay pa sakin ang green card na naka-inscribe ang pangalang Derrick Andrus B. Daniel at nakapatong sa gintong plato, na buhat ng dalawang matipunong binata. Hinde. Pero sa pag-inog ng mundo at paglipas ng panahon, parang go na go na ako. Ang bigat ng feeling na ikaw mismo ang maggi-give up sa sarili mong bansa. Pero parang wala na talagang pag-asa e. And here I was holding out for that proverbial "Golden Age" ng Islas Filipinas, pero baka naaagnas na ko 6 feet under the ground, hindi pa rin dumating yung araw na yun.

Hay.

Pero as of now, ang mga ito ay pawang mga pagmumuni muni muna. Nothing major pa naman. In retrospection naman kasi, I'm still loving my way of life here e. O sige na, selfish na. I do not take into consideration the majority living in substandard conditions. Minsan kasi, we all live in our bubbles where anything outside is just a void. Para san pa ang kasabihang "all the world is a stage" kung hindi naman ikaw ang bida, diba? Just this year, andami nang things to look forward to. First off, I'm now semi-independent. Semi- being the operative word. I do things my way, I earn a hefty sum, I do with it as I please, yun nga lang I still live in "the house" that my grandfather built stone by stone. Semi-independent because, may isang isolated room sa kabahayan na ito na halos walang koneksyon sa iba at parang nakatira ka na rin sa ibang lugar. Weird no? Pero totoo.

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One thing that makes semi-independence possible? Lahat kami sa bahay ay may kanya kanyang Time Zones. Ako ang De Meridian, oras ko, wala nang gising. I walk in seemingly hallow walls. I'm free to do whatever, whenever. Meron ding Mom Eastern. Well, yang time mejo erratic because she got used to staying up till all of her young 'uns had come home. When the brood is secured, that's the only time she sleeps. Then there's Dad Mountain. Bakit mountain? Well by this time, I'm used to NOT seeing him at home at all. Parang he lives somewhere high up in the Himalayas (malay ko kung andyan ba talaga sya). Marami pang iba. Andyan pa ang mga sisterettes ko. Pero I just have to mention this. May bagong addition sa Daniel Time Zones. Ito yung Jun-Jun Central. Yes, ladies and gentle women. Jun-Jun as in our dog. Que anong oras kami magsi datingan sa White House-slash-Malacanang, alive and kicking ang asong ito. Para siyang uminom ng isang batya ng kape sa pagka-hyper. Ang saya saya.
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Nagbabasa ka pa rin ba? Sana naman. Pero kung tamad ka na ok lang. Mahaba habang kwentuhan ito e. Pasensya na, ganyan talaga pag ilang araw ka hindi nakapag-blog. Parang sex, its better when all the pent up energies are released...ay ano ba yun. Erase erase erase. Baka magalit si Mother Superiora.

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Sabado, Linggo. Isang taon ko na rin ito naging scheduled restdays sa trabaho. Looking back, it was the best. Grabeh, call center na Sat Sun...Sun ka pa? Pero I have a foreboding feeling. Parang kelangan ko na gumawa ng A FAREWELL TO..uhm, pagiging anak ng diyos. Sa susunod na rotation (yes, after a full year) malamang hindi ko na matatamasa ang mga araw na ito. Nagkaroon kasi ng ramp-up sa department namin. Kaya lang ang mga "new blood" na ito ay lumabas na mataas sa rankings. Am I talking jibberish? Ganito kasi sa company ko (whom I must not name na, kasi maraming mga krung krung na legal repercussions daw pag minention namin online in any form), ang scheduling ay parang grading system sa paaralan. You work to get a good grade sa schedule. At the end of the 'semester', your grades are compiled and you are given rankings based on the grade that you got. The higher you rank, the more you get the liberty to choose your sched from the pool. In short, you work hard not for the money...but for the restdays. Sadly, out of 12 people in my department, I'm ranked 9th. (insert collective: HUWAAAT?! here) Thats what you get when the only difference separating your score from the others would be a minuscle percentage (think: 0.02% or the like). Para ngang gusto kong magpalipat dun sa kabilang department na sandamakmak ang tao, at magiging dyosa dyosahan ako sa ranking. Tsk.

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Pero sino nag sabing ayokong itry ang ibang restdays? Siguro kakaririn ko na lang ang Thurs-Fri, or Sun-Mon. But Lord in Heaven wag naman sana makakuha ng MATRONA NIGHTS sched (read: Tues-Wed or Wed-Thurs - araw ng mga ballroom dancing). Sana. Sana. Sana. I'd say bring it on, man!

to be continued...

[Music Book of the Moment: Letters To A Young Poet - Rainer Maria Rilke]
[Mood: wanting to hurl stones to the rallyists outside my office]

Sunday, July 10, 2005

The World Cries With Us, But For Different Reasons

I'm noticing a trend.

Everytime something like this happens, I happen to be up, sleepless in the wee hours of the night.

CNN once again.
At first I thought, its another diorama of "what could have been's" (much like what I felt during 9/11).

It was, actually.

London Terror Bombings Kill 37, Wound 700
By ROBERT BARR, Associated Press Writer

LONDON - Terror struck in the heart of London on Thursday as explosions ripped through three subway trains and blasted the roof off a crowded red double-decker bus. At least 37 people were killed and more than 700 wounded in the deadliest attack on the city since the blitz in World War II.

British Prime Minister Tony Blair blamed Islamic extremists and said the bombings were designed to coincide with the opening in Scotland of a G-8 summit of the world's most powerful leaders. Foreign Secretary Jack Straw said the bombings — which came the day after London won the bid to host the 2012 Olympics — have the "hallmarks of an al-Qaida-related attack."..

the rest of the article, here

Prayers.

Sometimes, I just want to have a button much like on the TV remote, to shut off the garrish reality of the events:
-Malacanang debacle
-G-8 terror preemption.

Can't we just confine ourselves to little flights of fancy? Saving the fishies from the frying pan seems a whole lot saner than what is happening elsewhere. I think we need to put our Chin-chins on.

[Music Book of the Moment: Seasons of Mists - The Sandman Chronicles]
[Mood: rhetorically cryin' ]

Breaking The Silence

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I've missed blogging so much. In the office, the stuck up IT personel have noticed the ever increasing bandwidth being spent for blogs online, hence they deviced these infernal Surf Controls aimed for specific sites. At first, it was tolerable. But then one by one, the sites I was visiting was going behind the wall. First the personals sites like My Space, Friendster and Guys4Men. Then followed the media sites like Gamespot, IGN, IdolMedia. Now the icing on the cake was when BLOGSPOT blipped off the radar.

That almost broke my soul.

Well, not really. But not being able to write would be sheer torture for me. I've missed a whole lot of entries. And sadly, those memories would better be left gathering dust in the nooks and crannies of my mind.

Its ironic that Blurty.com was left unscathed by the Surf Control freaks. Probably, most of them have accounts here as well. Oh well.

For every silver lining, a dark cloud lies beneath it.

[Music Book of the Moment: Seasons of Mists - The Sandman Chronicles]
[Mood: blurtin]