Friday, July 14, 2006

Moments Like These

I'm at your back door
with the earth of a hundred nations in my skin
you won't recognize me
for the light in my eyes is strange

it was years ago, god knows
when you strained to tell me your whole truth
that you were not mine to save
that you could not change

carry the weight
i'll carry the weight of you this time
carry the weight
i'll carry the weight of you

would it be enough to go by
if we could sail on the wind and the dark

cut those chains in the middle of the night
that had you pulled apart

would it be enough to go by
if there's moonlight pulling the tide
would it be enough to live on
if my love could keep you alive

i've built a lot of castles
i've built a lot of blazing speed-of-light machines
but it doesn't matter, you know
they all crumble in the winds of change

so i turned back to breathing
i learned a few good reasons to cry
and i finally called home
praying you weren't out of range

so will you let me come in
mosquitoes have found me
and they're crowding 'round my blood
at least offer me a drink
or a breaking of the ice
i'm wanting your anger
i only want to see if i can
shake you out of sleep
and bring you out under this flooded sky

at any price

so carry the weight
carry the weight of me in your heart
carry the weight
carry the weight of me

would it be enough to go by
if we could sail on the wind and the dark
cut those chains in the middle of the night
that had you pulled apart

would it be enough to go by
if there's moonlight pulling the tide
would it be enough to live on
if my love could keep you alive

~Enough To Go By
Vienna Teng


Raining profusely. Our roof had sprung a few leaks here and there. The wind howls outside my window, almost eerily like a wailing child wanting to be let in. Lucky I have my pillow to keep me warm.

I haven't been out of the house for a week now. If you don't count accompanying my mom to the Mall Of Asia (which is literally a few steps outside my door) for a round of bingo, then I haven't been out for 2 weeks. To me feels like a year.

Don't you just love and hate the rain in equal proportions?


Let me just say, I LOVE BROADBAND!

I've been satisfying my online cravings for the past few days. As a matter of fact, I think I'm running out of Hard Drive space. My music files are filled to the brim, the porn is unrelenting, the missing ebooks now found, and the movies are streaming lightning fast. [tee hee I just said porn somewhere up there.]

Heck, I might even turn this into a profitable venture. The black market is always a viable option. :)


My mom and I was happily traipsing thru the mall when several meters away, we saw someone wearing a shirt that's identical to a shirt my dad has. He has my dad's gait, my dad's hair and they even have the same semi bulging waistline (although, he's not guapo). He was holding hands with this bimbo and obviously they went a-shopping.

I asked my mom as a jest, what if it was really my dad and his slutty mistress that we bumped into, what would she do?

Her response?

In a jocular tone "Oh I don't mind. I would just look at the bitch from head to toe then just walk ahead. He just better call it even when the time comes and he catches me in the arms of a man of my own."

You go Ma! hehe. Why get mad, right? Get even.

I don't really mind, my sisters and I are all mature enough to realize that there comes a point wherein we have to accept things like this. I'd rather have a blushing, blooming mother who's genuinely happy than an emaciated, bleeding heart wimp who's rending her clothes and hair in bitterness. There's no use wallowing in despair. Drama is for those who can't.

If men can do it, women can too.

That's why I went un-straight.


Yesterday, I was in the kitchen, cooking up another recipe of mine. Whoever thought that a mishap could turn out to be majorly delicious?

Taking a page out of br0wn_c0w's cooking misadventure, I was attempting a beef stew with subtle Japanese-sorta-like-terriyaki flavor topped with buttered mushrooms.

I marinated the sirloin in my own blend of secret ingredients (well, mostly hard to look for spices) and then prepared the buttered mushrooms on the side. I left the beef in boil because I wanted to bring out the broth.

However, as I was waiting it, I was distracted by this show on Jack TV. 25 minutes later, our maid ran to the kitchen panicking coz she knows the beef is burning.

I ran like a crazy fool and found out that it didn't really burn. Just a bit singed on the sides because the broth had either evaporated or had been absorbed. Its something akin to being fried and grilled at the same time.

I know, its weird. But then with the sauce and spices all absorbed, it has this really garlicky, sorta steak like taste to it.

The household gobbled it up. They were asking me what it is. I told them I don't know yet. I'm still coming up with a name.

Next time, I'm going for a "controlled" burn. hehe.

[Music of the Moment: Waking Hour - Vienna Teng]
[Mood: busog]

Monday, July 10, 2006

Get Together

Seen this vid?
fancy no?

Eventhough I'm not digging the granny Madonna vibe, I like how this video looked. Very doobie-induced-nirvana-kinda-retro-ey and I love, love, love the colors. Amazing. Makes me wanna make one of my own. Or implement it on my blog layout/

And you gotta admit, 20 years were taken off Maddona's face. Well, since all you see is effects and all.

Props to the producer of this vid.


Ok, Madonna fans, start defending:

"[Inspiration] is about paying attention. For instance, I saw David LaChappelle's movie Rize, and it has incredible dancers in it. I found out who the dancers were and put them in my next video. I have an insatiable hunger and curiosity to find out about new things. Inevitably those things find their way into my work. I think that's what we all do as artists and creative people: We're all plagiarizing!"

- Madonna tells the new issue of U.S. OK! magazine.

Ahaha. So she finally admits it.


In a crazy fit, Donita Rosario and I went to SM Mall of Asia for a day of gallivanting and pigging out. As I blogged before, she's moving to a different company. Its that little well known company owned by that little known billionaire, Michael Dell. Yup. Small time.

For anyone who's not yet aware, their office is located on the entire 2nd floor on the North Wing of SM Mall of Asia. Its huge, I tell yah. However, I've always been put off by the idea of having your office situated inside a mall but M.O.A. is a different story.

We went there on the pretext of availing the freebie of Dell to their employees: free tickets to the IMAX showing of Superman Returns. You read that right, I-freaking-MAX! Lucky bastards.

Actually, I've seen the movie already and since Roan - I mean Donita - is not a fan of the silver screen, we decided to just spend the day rummaging the mall. We gave the ticket to her hubby, Marvin who happily obliged.

Since this is Donita's first time in the mall, I toured her around. And boy, our feet wanted to bitch slap us for making them walk to death. Donita kept on asking "are we there yet?" hehe.

One thing about M.O.A. that can never ever be rivaled by other malls? The seaside al fresco restaurants. If you're not really scrimping on your budget, then its got a whole slew of ritzy establishments set in a perfect location. I can imagine seats will be as rare as honest politicians here during the late afternoons, especially during sunset. Perfect date place.

And since I didn't want to go overboard in spending we just headed to the most affordable resto we can find, Gerry's Grill. When we went in, it was still 11am yet its almost at full capacity. You know one thing I hate when dining out? Waiters/waitress suggesting where you sit. I mean, I know they have to factor in the possibility that others would come in, 'but I'm here, right now, nobody else is still occupying that seat, and I want it.' That doesn't sound unreasonable, does it? I know, I'm a brat. But hey, its a window seat, so back off.

Anyway, the food was great. Pusit, Bicol Express, veggies, crab rice...yum! Of course the chizmis session can not be far behind. Pigged out on food and mongering. hehehe.

Looking forward to our next session here. There's like a bazillion restos more. :)

[Music of the Moment: no, definitely not Madonna. Slow Down - Morcheeba]
[Mood: restday mode]

Rosario, DSL and Other Files

Mr. Paquiao (sp?) is getting a whole lot stand offish lately. I think his head's bloating from all his wads of cash.

Why can't he just suck in his gut and just say that "Yeah, that hurt a bit." instead of that "Wala yun. Parang nagtraining lang ako." Why can't he take a page out of that popular Filipino boxer of bygone years who uttered: "I just got luck [sic]" followed by a toothless grin.

Manny, just so you'd know, humility pays a lot more dividends in the long run than your cheesy product endorsements.


Roan (or as her alter ego, Donita Rosario) is the older sister I never had. I met her in the office just last year. She was this very outspoken lady who is always in the center of attention. At first, I didn't think we would jive because everytime I see her she's with her "posse" of "anak-anakans". I, for one, am not really into those games people "play" wherein just because somebody's a bit older than them, they call them kuya/ate, or gasp, even nanay/tatay. I don't see anyone in brackets. I just tend to see them as what they are to me regardless of weight, age or whatever status.

When we were assigned to sit beside each other, we noticed we had the same tact. The same views. The same mindset. Most importantly, the same panache for verbally abusing a person behind their backs. In short, pareho kaming laitera. hehe. The first conversation we had started when we noticed this heinous outfiit of this other girl in our account. And the rest was history.

It came as no surprise that we have a common group of friends. She's a fag hag in every sense of the word. But more than that, as our friendship grew fonder, I learned that she's a proud mother of four, a loving wife of a very papa-licious husband and a very shrewed operator. She wouldn't let you down and if anyone is bearing down on you, expect her to come to your side. And boy, this girl talks the talk.

She taught me a lot of things. Lessons I'd treasure for the rest of my life. When my bestfriend Criselda left the company, I really thought that fate is unkind. However I was wrong. The muses are good to me. Loving people surround me.

We had a lot of happy moments together. We had a whole bunch of mischievous ploys that we managed to pull off. Just recently, she came upon a decision. She's leaving the company for greener pastures.

We all have to go our separate ways one time or the other. I'm just a lucky guy, I think, because life or that higher power up there always place me in collision with amazing individuals. It's twisted when I look at it this way, the more people pass by, the more I find myself and become better.

And the most comforting thing? Its that they don't really leave. They are just there. Spatial distance is the only thing separating us.

Time to move on again. Sis, you will be missed.


mydslI was just telling Macky (ang dyosa ng duhat) about the time I felt I was phone scammed. I was at home one early morning when I got this call from Charito, a supposed agent from PLDT who's selling me myDSL. At first I was hesitant, but then, being a veteran of phone pranks, I asked her a whole slew of technical questions and by george, she even had a mini lecture on what type of architecture they use.

If this was a scammer, she sure did her homework. The thing that made me go "I'm sold" is when she confirmed my dad's billing info (the phone line is in his name). Every damn detail. So I said, yeah I've been dying to get a fatpipe to handle my streams (read: porn, i mean, music, ebooks, vids, etc). She told me she was gonna drop by our house that afternoon to have me fill up a form. I just need to submit a copy of my dad's valid ID and a utility bill.

So I called up my dad to ask permission. He consented in the condition that I assure him I foot the bill. He gave me his SSS ID number and since I forgot to ask for a payslip, I got my bank statement number instead. Afternoon came and she still hasn't arrived. Then around 5pm, she called me and told me that she is stuck in a meeting and can't come anymore, but if I wanted I can just give her the information over the phone.

This was my GMA moment. Lapse of judgement when I gave her the info. Hastily, I might add, like a kid drooling for candy. Can you say I'm desperate for broadband?

And that was it. For 4 days, I didn't hear anything from her. Damn. I felt like such a buffoon. I should have raised the red flag when all of a sudden she can't come to my house. And in a little bout of lucidity, I remembered that little moment when she fudged up my Dad's name. She thought Daniel was his first name (the same thing I encounter each and everytime I fill up a document, people tell me that I got the First and Last name interchanged, which is usually met with a blistering retort from me like "I'm sorry if my last name doesn't reek like yours does." or something to that effect.)

4 days later I was trying to console myself into thinking that she can't do anything with my bank statement number, because, hello, its just a statement number and as for my dad's SSS id: this isn't the U.S of A. where your whole life can be stolen just by knowing this. The most they can do with is is steal his monthly contributions. Which I even doubt is possible. However I had to suffer the barrage of my mom's nagging asking me how can I be such a numbskull to fall for this.

But on the 5th day?

I came home, my mom, who has this ridiculous grin on her face, called me to the room where we have the PC, and told me to type in any multimedia intensive site. Ok, so I went along. I typed in (which is a daily bible for me). And for something that took a day and a half to load on 56k (try jumping to that site right now), it took an amazing 10 seconds! Cool. We're hooked up.

"They came to connect it a while ago." she said (in my mind, with a toothless grin).

If you may excuse me, I have some internet loving to do. :)


House DvdOh, and the moral lesson of this story of this is: there is more good in people than we would want to believe.
Kinda like that episode of House wherein Dr. House, in his usual cynical self wanted to have his senator patient (who's running for President) 'fess up to being gay because he's got AIDS. To rub salt to the injury, imagine being forced on your deathbed to 'fess up to something you're not. It turned out his patient was telling the truth and he was just relapsing from a rare form of chemical toxicity. This caused the bitter cynic to have a change of view about how he deals with people.

Darn it, why can't they make more of these shows?

[Music of the Moment: Sundial Dreams - Kevin Kern/ Any Day Now - Missy Higgins ]
[Mood: sunday squeamish]

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Look! In the Sky, Its a, Its a, Its...

Brandon Routh's crotch!

crotch withheld for the kiddies

Haha. First blog entry in quite a while and I'm already oogling crotches. I'm sorry blog baby.

Went out with Ian yesterday to catch Superman Returns at the Promenade in Greenhills (still the best cinema for me). We were supposed to watch it at the Gateway in the Globe Theater. You know, the Lazy-Boy cinema. However by some stupid design, they do not have seats available for walk in customers because apparently, its been sold out -for the whole week- through online reservations. That wouldn't be as dumb if they could actually be sure that these reservations would be occupied. Why not take only a certain percentage for reservations, then the rest for walk ins? I think the concept eludes their brilliant minds.

So in frustration we decided to rush off to 'used to be ghetto, now soullessly-spanking new" Greenhills to watch it at the Promenade instead. But before that we dropped by at Taco Bell to grab some munchies. I don't get why America's so gaga over it. Its not that good. Add the fact that you would have to have a disposition of shamelessness because eating it so damn messy.


And so it happened. One of the things I've been fearing.

My bestfriend just made me a godfather.

A PRINCIPAL one at that.

I've always been on the defensive side whenever conversations between me and my friends (who will be having children) goes into the, ahem, extended family category. I tell them offhand that they shouldn't bother inviting me because I'll be the worst ninong ever.

Theres an old midwives tale that its bad luck to refuse. So by asking them not to invite me equates to not refusing, then its a win-win situation, right?

But dang, she's my bestfriend. And she's got the cutest baby on the face of this planet. Shiloh Nouvell Jolie - Pitt who?


Superman was good.

No cancel that, it was satisfyingly good. It was grand in all the right places. And no, I'm not talking about Brandon Routh's physique.

Its definitely one of the better movies of the year but its not perfect.

I reaaaaly love Kevin Spacey, however his role as Luthor is soooo unnecessary. Heck, he is not even villanous, just plain crazy. What a pity because Spacey can give so much more. His character must be the dumbest villain ever with the most idiotically contrived world domination plan. I won't spoil what it is, but bottomline is, its just plain assinine.

Ok, this can't be avoided. Let me ask this:
==spoiler alert, stop reading if you don't want me to mess it up for you==

Although I didn't see the "Lois got pregnant with Clark's baby thing" coming (mainly because, its one of those unnecessary plotlines), I feel that its just so tacked on. Executives must have thought that just the Man of Steel alone doesn't equate to profitable sequels. There should also be a Son of Steel! Barf.

That aside, I really enjoyed the rest of the movie. Bryan Singer makes amazing action sequences. And the movie is all about the emotions set forth by the characters. He brings Superman closer to home by showing his vulnerable side, his humanity. I really like the hospital thing.

Oh and Cyclops (James Marsden) was killed in X-Men 3 because he jumped ship! heheh. Although he's a babe himself, in this movie, he looks an average joe when he's beside the greek god Brandon.


This bothers me:
What brand of hairspray (or in his case, hair CEMENT) does Superman use to preserve that "kiss me" (that curl in the middle)?

He got banged up, stabbed, fell from dizzying heights and its still perfectly curled.

Its virtually indestructible.


Greenhills is a mutant. Its half new, half Bohemia. I just found out yesterday that there's still a portion of old Greenhills tucked away in the seams. That alone gladdens my heart.

[Music of the Moment: Blue - Joni Mitchell ]
[Mood: zipping through the skies ]