Sleep all...sleep all day!!!
Musings of a Somnambulist NocturnalMonday, October 31, 2005
Sa Jack's Loft: Ang Muling Pagkikita =)Sorry if I had not blogged for the past week. As usual, work was atrociously crazy and had demanded much of Yours truly’s attention. Other than that, I was also busy with organizing this masquerade and “trick-or-treat” party for the employees’ kids. I’m glad, though, that the event was a success in spite of the deficient manpower.
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It was late in the evening when I left the office (that was around 9) to meet some of my dear college friends at Eastwood. Sad to realize that ever since we changed work locations, we had been physically out of touch, so it was heartening to know that they had gone the distance to spend some quality time with me (and Joanne na rin).
It had been 5 months, too, since I last partied with them, and it felt really weird that I wasn’t ingesting alcohol that evening. In their absence, the night would be booze-packed with either workmates or high school buddies. Later did Anj exclaim that I was with “too-wholesome-to-be-cool (mala-DKU)” friends. Kaya yun, we shared desserts at this cafe called Fuzion.
I wasn’t really in the mood for sweets, so I took their pictures na lang. hehe! =)
Fria, JC, Rosey, and Jo (Acting lang 'yan!)
Ang Pinagkaguluhan
At dahil di nakasama si Anj sa picture...
JC and Jo =)
EHS: Don't worry, guys, I'll send the other pictures through the e-group. Nga pala, I won't be able to join you at EK this Friday. =(
Monday, October 24, 2005
Nature-tripping
Must-see waterform in QC
I never imagined that about a 15 minute drive from our house would lead us to this breathtaking natural spectacle. I’ve lived in the suburbs of QC (Planet Nova to be particular) for the last 20 years, but it was only this afternoon that I ardently set off to experience the splendor myself. up:gucci handbags
Boys and bi’s, girls and gays…we’re talking here of the reputed La Mesa Dam Ecopark right in the navel of Quezon City. I had long wanted to pay a visit after I heard fine testimonials from my parents and childhood friends who have frequented the place ever since. I recall that my mother, in particular, had wanted the whole family to have a Sunday picnic at the lagoon grove. But for some unfounded excuses, this plan never pushed through. Besides, when I was a kid, the thought of going to La Mesa never stirred me up; thus the reason why we never went there. It was only this afternoon that I realized how much time I had foregone because of these silly alibis. Oh well, at least, I’m feeling really blessed that I found this place even before I set foot at some far-off locale. Menos gastos!
***
Boys and bi’s, girls and gays…we’re talking here of the reputed La Mesa Dam Ecopark right in the navel of Quezon City. I had long wanted to pay a visit after I heard fine testimonials from my parents and childhood friends who have frequented the place ever since. I recall that my mother, in particular, had wanted the whole family to have a Sunday picnic at the lagoon grove. But for some unfounded excuses, this plan never pushed through. Besides, when I was a kid, the thought of going to La Mesa never stirred me up; thus the reason why we never went there. It was only this afternoon that I realized how much time I had foregone because of these silly alibis. Oh well, at least, I’m feeling really blessed that I found this place even before I set foot at some far-off locale. Menos gastos!
***
I was calling up high school friends past lunchtime to ask what their plans were for the rest of the day. Ken, being the most spontaneously on-the-go member of my high school circle, was the first one I called. It was his brother who answered the phone and when I learned that at about half an hour past lunchtime he was still off to dreamland, I told his brother to wake him up. I assumed he couldn’t fail me at that critical instance when I needed to get these feelings of boredom out of my system. It was a good thing that I convinced him to go along with me. Next goal was to convince Tintois, who is a fêted Senorita Laquachera herself. Unfortunately, she couldn’t make it because her family would head off to Galeria to watch a movie. I didn’t make an effort to contact Rhea and Leng, because they couldn’t make it for sure. =) Anyway, Ken and I resolved to go there na lang even without the company of our so-called friends.
We met at Starbucks at around 3pm (as Ken was late for about an hour!) We had to buy food and drinks just in case hunger strikes. Then we set out for La Mesa.
***
The way to the Ecopark was easy. Just follow the map…
And if one doesn’t have a ride going there, one can simply take a 5minute-trike ride from the Winston gate of East Fairview Subdivision. Fare costs a reasonable PhP25.
The stairs lead us to the dam lake...
Anyway, we reached the place at around 3:40 and paid the entrance fee (that’s 40 pesos for adults). We had planned to go for a dip in the pool, but (Darn it!!!) gates to the swimming area close at 3:45. =( So we just decided to take a stroll around the picnic grove and into the orchidarium.
The lagoon and picnic grove
Into the Orchidarium
One of the very few lotus blooms 
Surrounded by hundred year-old trees
There weren’t a lot of activities being offered besides swimming and picnicking. However, taking a protracted meander around the eco-park was enough to soothe our techno-stressed minds and bodies. Furthermore, no one in the city sees such calming scenery on a daily basis.
There were hundreds of different species of plants in the area. For sure there were a hundreds of animals out on the wild as well. (Sorry to say, we were too busy taking photos for our very own gratification. =))
My favorite spot would certainly be the lake. I would only see it on TVC’s and music videos. I could not even believe that 15 minutes away from our house I’d see a waterform as grand as this one. With the cool winds’ giving us a tender embrace and the sun’s flushing warm hues of red and yellow into our flawed skin, what more could I ask for?
Lake Placid
An hour wouldn’t be enough to read about the beginnings of this environmental project or even examine the elements of its wildlife. But I had a wonderful time and I promise to pack my swim gear because we’re going back soon!
For those who live quite close to Fairview or QC, I suggest that you see this place, too. Nature-tripping doesn’t have to be luxurious, so to speak. Furthermore, spending a day would be an enlightening one. It doesn’t take a whiz to decipher the obvious message – that we need to start thinking long term; that we must examine our ways and recreate it (if need be) for our beloved Mother Nature’s and the future generation’s sake.
And with that, I say farewell, and see you in Santiago, Chile!!!
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Drained
I'm back to slaving off in the office. This is one of those nights that I can't avoid to go overtime due to a number of systemic customer issues. I had a tremendously stressful afternoon after pacifying a seriously fuming client with whom I spent a considerable amount of time explaining the root-cause of the problem and the key steps to get this resolved in no time. Although mentally and emotionally draining, it was good to talk this over so both sides get heard right then and there. up:gucci handbags
For the past months, I've been very tamed as I've made it a point that nobody gets offended by my words or actions. Albeit this afternoon was just different. I unleashed the dozing fighter. Regardless of how this business values its clientele, I wouldn't let anyone of them dismiss a clear systemic issue into a case of individual neglect. This is butchery of my character! My words instantaneously came out like fireballs without giving her a bit of chance to fire back (it had always been her talking, anyway).
I rested my case. She humbly apologized. Hah!
Hay...at the end of the day, all I needed was a filling dinner and a few good laughs.
Syet, sana weekend na!!!
For the past months, I've been very tamed as I've made it a point that nobody gets offended by my words or actions. Albeit this afternoon was just different. I unleashed the dozing fighter. Regardless of how this business values its clientele, I wouldn't let anyone of them dismiss a clear systemic issue into a case of individual neglect. This is butchery of my character! My words instantaneously came out like fireballs without giving her a bit of chance to fire back (it had always been her talking, anyway).
I rested my case. She humbly apologized. Hah!
Hay...at the end of the day, all I needed was a filling dinner and a few good laughs.
Syet, sana weekend na!!!
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Nakakabagot!
I am getting peculiarly jaded. For some strange reason, I long for something to bring smudges of neon into my monochromatic life. Not that I devote a big chunk of my time to work and the daily rituals that go along with it. In fact, I have been promising at observing a work-life balance; that for the past weeks I’ve managed to make it to our weekly after-work Hatha Yoga classes and swine out at new restaurants around Eastwood on Friday nights. Nevertheless, the experience doesn’t seem to completely please my hankering to embark on an escapade as overwhelming (but not essentially as grueling) as the one we had going to Batad. up:gucci bags
I’ve looked forward to the long weekend/holidays come the end of this month. But I haven’t decided yet where to head off. Getting stuck in the house for days could transform me into an extra bored stiff mortal. Haay, it’s not easy being a born-nomad. =(
I’ve looked forward to the long weekend/holidays come the end of this month. But I haven’t decided yet where to head off. Getting stuck in the house for days could transform me into an extra bored stiff mortal. Haay, it’s not easy being a born-nomad. =(
Monday, October 17, 2005
The name's Blond. James Blond.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
GET A LIFE
Jose Dalisay Jr., PhD
Address to the Graduating Class
UP Baguio, 23 April 2005
Former UP President (Francisco) Nemenzo - whom I was privileged to serve - was frankly not too fond of the phrase “iskolar ng bayan” to describe the UP student. We are all, of course, scholars of the people in this university, in the technical sense that our studies are subsidized by the sweat of the poor, whose hopes we bear upon our shoulders.
But the President's point was that scholarship remains a distinction to be earned not merely by scoring well in an entrance examination, but by adopting a lifelong attitude of critical inquiry and rational judgment.
This, sadly, is something that many of us lose upon our entry into the University and our immersion in its life - not only its intellectual and academic life, but also its social and professional life. The curiosity ends, the magic fades, the writing dries up, and we retreat to a cocoon - to a dimly lit room marked "Me & Myself" - there to spend the rest of our career sulking over the next fellow's promotion and so-and-so's research grant.
"Get a life" has been one of my lifelong mantras. I have always believed that while a formal education is a wonderful thing, what I call an active life - with all its serendipitous detours and little accidents - is even better. It is a cliché by now to say that there are many things we can never learn in school - but for those of us who are in school, it is even more important to remember this.
Some of the best things happen when we step outside of our own lives and begin to be engaged in those of others. Often, the answers to our own problems lie in others, and in their larger predicaments. While involvement in a great cause can also create its own kind of blindness to everything else, I believe that, at least once in our lives, we should embrace a passion larger than ourselves; even the disillusionment that often follows can be very instructive, and will bring us one step closer to wisdom.
One of the best ideas I ever heard came from a friend whom I used to play billiards with until the wee hours of the morning: "Everyone," he said while cleaning up the balls on the table, "should be entitled to make at least one big mistake."
I would not have been the writer I became if I had chosen the safe path and stayed where I was supposed to be. It took me two years to finish my MFA, and only three to finish my PhD. But before that, it took me 14 years to get my AB.
At 12 - like your chancellor - I entered the Philippine Science High School. As my parents never tired of telling anyone who cared to listen (and even those who didn't), I was the entrance-exam topnotcher of my batch, No. 1 of about 6,000 examinees. However, what my parents didn't say was that after my first year in Science High, I was going to be kicked out - with a 1.0 in English and a 5.0 in Math.
What happened? Well, you might say that I got a life. From the grade-school nerd who read two books a day in our all-boys Catholic school, I suddenly discovered girls, parties, and fun. What did I do? I used my 1.0 in English to save my 5.0 in Math, by writing a letter of appeal that began with "At the outset, let me say that I bear malice toward none." I guess it worked, because they put me on probation for a year, and I survived PSHS by the skin of my teeth.
At 16, I entered UP as an industrial engineering major - and promptly got a 5.0 in Math 17, for too many absences - the bane of the arrogant Science High graduate, even the perennial flunker like me who thought he already knew more Math than he needed to know.
At 17, still a freshman, I quit college - over the tears of my mother, whose fondest hope was for me to graduate from UP just like she did. I wanted to join the revolution, like many of my comrades; at the same time I was impatient to get a job.
At 18, I was working as a newspaper reporter covering hospital fires, US embassy rallies, suicide cases, factory strikes, and typhoon relief operations.
I spent most of my 19th year in martial-law prison.
At 20, I was a husband and father.
At 26, I took my first foreign trip.
At 27, I learned how to drive - and went back to school.
At 30, I got my AB, and decided that what I wanted to do was to write and teach for the rest of my life, so here I am.
I have been shot at, imprisoned, and worst of all, rejected by more crushes than I care to remember. Aside from my abortive career in journalism, I once worked as a cook-waiter-cashier-busboy-janitor, cutting 40 pounds of pork and chicken every day before turning them into someone's dinner.
Much earlier, I worked as a municipal employee, checking the attendance of Metro Aides at seven in the morning, and then I studied printmaking and sold my etchings cheaply by the dozen in Ermita. Incidentally, it was at that printmaking shop that I met my wife June, who's here with me today, and for whose patience with my colorful moods I am forever grateful.
Some of these events have found their way to my writing; most of them have not and never will. I believe that creative writing should generate its own excitement, beyond whatever may have happened to the author in his or her own life. But neither can I deny that my outlook has been influenced by what I have seen out there, as bright, as indelible, and as disturbing as fresh blood.
If we are to abide by the Phi Kappa Phi motto to "let the love of learning rule humanity," we should first ourselves be ruled by the love of learning - learning from books, and learning beyond them.
On the other side of the equation, let me observe that there is, today, a nascent but disturbing strain of anti-intellectualism in Philippine politics and society. The vulgar expression of this sentiment has taken the form of the suggestion that we can dispense with brains and education when it comes to our national leadership, because they have done us no good, anyway.
It is easy to see how this perception came about, and how its attractiveness derives from its being at least partially true. Many of our people feel betrayed by their best and brightest - the edukado, as we are called in our barangays - because we are too easily bought out by the powers that be. Marcos and Estrada had probably the best Cabinets in our political history, well-stocked with prestigious PhDs from places like Oxford and Stanford; but in the end, even they could do nothing against their President and his excesses.
For us UP graduates, the seductions of power will always be there. Power and wealth are also very interesting games to play, and few play them better than UP grads - the power side more than the wealth, as I suspect that Ateneans and La Sallites are better at making money than we are.
But even these can put you out of touch. I have friends in Malacañang and Makati who seem to have lost all sense of life, thought, and feeling on the street, beyond what their own commissioned surveys tell them. Worse, they seem to have lost touch with their old, honest, self-critical selves. They forgot all about Sophocles and poetry and mystery and music you can't buy at the record store.
To be a UP student, faculty member, and alumnus is to be burdened but also ennobled by a unique mission - not just the mission of serving the people, which is in itself not unique, and which is also reflected, for example, in the Atenean concept of being a "man for others." Rather, to my mind, our mission is to lead and to be led by reason - by independent, scientific, and secular reason, rather than by politicians, priests, shamans, bankers, or generals.
You are UP because you can think and speak for yourselves, by your own wits and on your own two feet, and you can do so no matter what the rest of the people in the room may be thinking. You are UP because no one can tell you to shut up, if you have something sensible and vital to say. You are UP because you dread not the poverty of material comforts but the poverty of the mind. And you are UP because you care about something as abstract and sometimes as treacherous as the idea of "nation", even if it kills you.
Sometimes, long after UP, we forget these things and become just like everybody else; I certainly have. Even so, I suspect that that forgetfulness is laced with guilt - the guilt of knowing that you were, and could yet become, somebody better. And you cannot even argue that you did not know, because today, I just told you so.
Address to the Graduating Class
UP Baguio, 23 April 2005
Former UP President (Francisco) Nemenzo - whom I was privileged to serve - was frankly not too fond of the phrase “iskolar ng bayan” to describe the UP student. We are all, of course, scholars of the people in this university, in the technical sense that our studies are subsidized by the sweat of the poor, whose hopes we bear upon our shoulders.
But the President's point was that scholarship remains a distinction to be earned not merely by scoring well in an entrance examination, but by adopting a lifelong attitude of critical inquiry and rational judgment.
This, sadly, is something that many of us lose upon our entry into the University and our immersion in its life - not only its intellectual and academic life, but also its social and professional life. The curiosity ends, the magic fades, the writing dries up, and we retreat to a cocoon - to a dimly lit room marked "Me & Myself" - there to spend the rest of our career sulking over the next fellow's promotion and so-and-so's research grant.
"Get a life" has been one of my lifelong mantras. I have always believed that while a formal education is a wonderful thing, what I call an active life - with all its serendipitous detours and little accidents - is even better. It is a cliché by now to say that there are many things we can never learn in school - but for those of us who are in school, it is even more important to remember this.
Some of the best things happen when we step outside of our own lives and begin to be engaged in those of others. Often, the answers to our own problems lie in others, and in their larger predicaments. While involvement in a great cause can also create its own kind of blindness to everything else, I believe that, at least once in our lives, we should embrace a passion larger than ourselves; even the disillusionment that often follows can be very instructive, and will bring us one step closer to wisdom.
One of the best ideas I ever heard came from a friend whom I used to play billiards with until the wee hours of the morning: "Everyone," he said while cleaning up the balls on the table, "should be entitled to make at least one big mistake."
I would not have been the writer I became if I had chosen the safe path and stayed where I was supposed to be. It took me two years to finish my MFA, and only three to finish my PhD. But before that, it took me 14 years to get my AB.
At 12 - like your chancellor - I entered the Philippine Science High School. As my parents never tired of telling anyone who cared to listen (and even those who didn't), I was the entrance-exam topnotcher of my batch, No. 1 of about 6,000 examinees. However, what my parents didn't say was that after my first year in Science High, I was going to be kicked out - with a 1.0 in English and a 5.0 in Math.
What happened? Well, you might say that I got a life. From the grade-school nerd who read two books a day in our all-boys Catholic school, I suddenly discovered girls, parties, and fun. What did I do? I used my 1.0 in English to save my 5.0 in Math, by writing a letter of appeal that began with "At the outset, let me say that I bear malice toward none." I guess it worked, because they put me on probation for a year, and I survived PSHS by the skin of my teeth.
At 16, I entered UP as an industrial engineering major - and promptly got a 5.0 in Math 17, for too many absences - the bane of the arrogant Science High graduate, even the perennial flunker like me who thought he already knew more Math than he needed to know.
At 17, still a freshman, I quit college - over the tears of my mother, whose fondest hope was for me to graduate from UP just like she did. I wanted to join the revolution, like many of my comrades; at the same time I was impatient to get a job.
At 18, I was working as a newspaper reporter covering hospital fires, US embassy rallies, suicide cases, factory strikes, and typhoon relief operations.
I spent most of my 19th year in martial-law prison.
At 20, I was a husband and father.
At 26, I took my first foreign trip.
At 27, I learned how to drive - and went back to school.
At 30, I got my AB, and decided that what I wanted to do was to write and teach for the rest of my life, so here I am.
I have been shot at, imprisoned, and worst of all, rejected by more crushes than I care to remember. Aside from my abortive career in journalism, I once worked as a cook-waiter-cashier-busboy-janitor, cutting 40 pounds of pork and chicken every day before turning them into someone's dinner.
Much earlier, I worked as a municipal employee, checking the attendance of Metro Aides at seven in the morning, and then I studied printmaking and sold my etchings cheaply by the dozen in Ermita. Incidentally, it was at that printmaking shop that I met my wife June, who's here with me today, and for whose patience with my colorful moods I am forever grateful.
Some of these events have found their way to my writing; most of them have not and never will. I believe that creative writing should generate its own excitement, beyond whatever may have happened to the author in his or her own life. But neither can I deny that my outlook has been influenced by what I have seen out there, as bright, as indelible, and as disturbing as fresh blood.
If we are to abide by the Phi Kappa Phi motto to "let the love of learning rule humanity," we should first ourselves be ruled by the love of learning - learning from books, and learning beyond them.
On the other side of the equation, let me observe that there is, today, a nascent but disturbing strain of anti-intellectualism in Philippine politics and society. The vulgar expression of this sentiment has taken the form of the suggestion that we can dispense with brains and education when it comes to our national leadership, because they have done us no good, anyway.
It is easy to see how this perception came about, and how its attractiveness derives from its being at least partially true. Many of our people feel betrayed by their best and brightest - the edukado, as we are called in our barangays - because we are too easily bought out by the powers that be. Marcos and Estrada had probably the best Cabinets in our political history, well-stocked with prestigious PhDs from places like Oxford and Stanford; but in the end, even they could do nothing against their President and his excesses.
For us UP graduates, the seductions of power will always be there. Power and wealth are also very interesting games to play, and few play them better than UP grads - the power side more than the wealth, as I suspect that Ateneans and La Sallites are better at making money than we are.
But even these can put you out of touch. I have friends in Malacañang and Makati who seem to have lost all sense of life, thought, and feeling on the street, beyond what their own commissioned surveys tell them. Worse, they seem to have lost touch with their old, honest, self-critical selves. They forgot all about Sophocles and poetry and mystery and music you can't buy at the record store.
To be a UP student, faculty member, and alumnus is to be burdened but also ennobled by a unique mission - not just the mission of serving the people, which is in itself not unique, and which is also reflected, for example, in the Atenean concept of being a "man for others." Rather, to my mind, our mission is to lead and to be led by reason - by independent, scientific, and secular reason, rather than by politicians, priests, shamans, bankers, or generals.
You are UP because you can think and speak for yourselves, by your own wits and on your own two feet, and you can do so no matter what the rest of the people in the room may be thinking. You are UP because no one can tell you to shut up, if you have something sensible and vital to say. You are UP because you dread not the poverty of material comforts but the poverty of the mind. And you are UP because you care about something as abstract and sometimes as treacherous as the idea of "nation", even if it kills you.
Sometimes, long after UP, we forget these things and become just like everybody else; I certainly have. Even so, I suspect that that forgetfulness is laced with guilt - the guilt of knowing that you were, and could yet become, somebody better. And you cannot even argue that you did not know, because today, I just told you so.
Been really crazy slaving out in the office over the past week. So to bring back my sanity, I answered this meme. =)
I can't believe it's Monday again! Oh boy!!!
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***
1. DO YOU SNORE?
No
2. ARE YOU A LOVER OR A FIGHTER?
Both. I could be a lover and a fighter for love.
3.WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR?
Gracing a fiesta in a barrio of "aswangs" (tapos kakainin ako ng mga aswang). Crazy, but it really is my worst fear.
4. AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO MANIAC?
Yeah!
5. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF "REALITY" TV?
It's unsuspectingly addicting...
6. DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?
No
7. WERE YOU A CUTE BABY?
I don't think so.
8. IS THE SINGLE LIFE FOR YOU?
Maybe for now, it is.
9. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR KEYBOARD?
Black at the office and white at home
10. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?
A lot! It's a routine.
11. HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED?
Not yet. I'd die just thinking of free-falling hundreds of meters from above the ground.
12. ANY SECRET TALENTS?
Atin-atin lang 'to ha...I have a "secret" acting ability!
13. WHAT'S YOUR IDEAL VACATION SPOT?
The beach...with an amazing seascape of powdery white sand and pristine waters
14. IS JAY LENO FUNNY?
I don't get to watch his show often.
15. CAN YOU SWIM?
Yes.
16. HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE "DONNIE DARKO"?
Nanalo ba ito sa Sundance? hehe.
17. DO YOU GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE OZONE?
Yes. But I don't do much about it.
18. HOW MANY LICKS DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOSTIE POP?
Depends if there's some sort of suction involved. haha!
19. CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS?
Only when forced to do so.
20. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON AN AIRPLANE?
Ah, yeah..
21. ARE YOU AN ONLY CHILD?
Nope.
22. DO YOU PREFER ELECTRIC OR MANUAL PENCIL SHARPENERS?
Manual. I'd love the vintage-looking sharpeners
23. WHAT'S YOUR STAND ON HUNTING?
I set double standards..It's okay for "primtive" (sorry..i can't think of a more politically correct term) people, but certainly not for city people who abuse the wildlife.
24. IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?
I'm not even sure if I'll ever want to settle down.
26. WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO?
Pollution!
27. WHat WAS THE LAST (Significant) THING YOU SAID?
Addressed to my friends..."Which sex would you desire to ultimately settle down with (as in marriage or domestic partnership)?" (...and we heard noteworthy responses! hehehe)
28. IS TUPAC STILL ALIVE?
No
29. DO YOU CRY AT WEDDINGS?
No
30. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?
Which eggs? =)
31. ARE BLONDES DUMB?
Stereotypically, yes. lol.
32. WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK END UP?
Sorry, I don't get it.
33. WHAT TIME IS IT?
7pm
34. DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?
Yes.
35. IS MCDONALD'S DISGUSTING?
Sometimes. Just think of "Super Size Me."
36. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN A CAR?
This morning.
37. DO YOU PREFER BATHS OR SHOWERS?
Both. But if I'd have all the time in the world...bath ito! =)
38. IS SANTA CLAUS REAL?
I can't say.
39. DO YOU LIKE TO HAVE YOUR NECK KISSED?
Syempre naman. hahahaha!
40. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?
Depends on where I'm at.
41. WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO?
Blogging, I think.
42. CRUNCHY OR CREAMY PEANUT BUTTER?
Like it creamy...
43. CAN YOU CRACK YOUR NECK?
Oh, yeah. And I love it!
44. HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN AN AMBULANCE?
nope.
45. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH Today?
Just once (this morning)..amoy sibuyas na hininga ko..haha!
46. IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?
Sorry, I'm doped. hehe!
47. ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER?
Only during the weekends
48. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?
Dark Brown
49. HOW DO YOU SNEEZE?
Short and sweet..haha!
50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE?
Pwede na =) But of course, I'm constantly striving for the better.
51. WHO'S BETTER: STONE COLD OR THE ROCK?
The Rock because he has crossed-over to the silver screen (labo!).
52. ARE YOU PSYCHIC?
Slightly
53. HAVE YOU READ "CATCHER IN THE RYE"?
Not yet. Weird no? hehe!
54. DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS?
Piano and other instruments..hehe!
56. CAN YOU SNOWBOARD?
Sana lang merong snow 'no
57. DO YOU LIKE CAMPING?
Never went on camping..Pero mukha naman syang masaya.
58. DO U SNORT WHEN U LAUGH?
Sometimes I can't contain it. hahaha! hnggok!
59. DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?
Got to believe!
I can't believe it's Monday again! Oh boy!!!
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***
1. DO YOU SNORE?
No
2. ARE YOU A LOVER OR A FIGHTER?
Both. I could be a lover and a fighter for love.
3.WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR?
Gracing a fiesta in a barrio of "aswangs" (tapos kakainin ako ng mga aswang). Crazy, but it really is my worst fear.
4. AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO MANIAC?
Yeah!
5. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF "REALITY" TV?
It's unsuspectingly addicting...
6. DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?
No
7. WERE YOU A CUTE BABY?
I don't think so.
8. IS THE SINGLE LIFE FOR YOU?
Maybe for now, it is.
9. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR KEYBOARD?
Black at the office and white at home
10. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?
A lot! It's a routine.
11. HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED?
Not yet. I'd die just thinking of free-falling hundreds of meters from above the ground.
12. ANY SECRET TALENTS?
Atin-atin lang 'to ha...I have a "secret" acting ability!
13. WHAT'S YOUR IDEAL VACATION SPOT?
The beach...with an amazing seascape of powdery white sand and pristine waters
14. IS JAY LENO FUNNY?
I don't get to watch his show often.
15. CAN YOU SWIM?
Yes.
16. HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE "DONNIE DARKO"?
Nanalo ba ito sa Sundance? hehe.
17. DO YOU GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE OZONE?
Yes. But I don't do much about it.
18. HOW MANY LICKS DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOSTIE POP?
Depends if there's some sort of suction involved. haha!
19. CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS?
Only when forced to do so.
20. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON AN AIRPLANE?
Ah, yeah..
21. ARE YOU AN ONLY CHILD?
Nope.
22. DO YOU PREFER ELECTRIC OR MANUAL PENCIL SHARPENERS?
Manual. I'd love the vintage-looking sharpeners
23. WHAT'S YOUR STAND ON HUNTING?
I set double standards..It's okay for "primtive" (sorry..i can't think of a more politically correct term) people, but certainly not for city people who abuse the wildlife.
24. IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?
I'm not even sure if I'll ever want to settle down.
26. WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO?
Pollution!
27. WHat WAS THE LAST (Significant) THING YOU SAID?
Addressed to my friends..."Which sex would you desire to ultimately settle down with (as in marriage or domestic partnership)?" (...and we heard noteworthy responses! hehehe)
28. IS TUPAC STILL ALIVE?
No
29. DO YOU CRY AT WEDDINGS?
No
30. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?
Which eggs? =)
31. ARE BLONDES DUMB?
Stereotypically, yes. lol.
32. WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK END UP?
Sorry, I don't get it.
33. WHAT TIME IS IT?
7pm
34. DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?
Yes.
35. IS MCDONALD'S DISGUSTING?
Sometimes. Just think of "Super Size Me."
36. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN A CAR?
This morning.
37. DO YOU PREFER BATHS OR SHOWERS?
Both. But if I'd have all the time in the world...bath ito! =)
38. IS SANTA CLAUS REAL?
I can't say.
39. DO YOU LIKE TO HAVE YOUR NECK KISSED?
Syempre naman. hahahaha!
40. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?
Depends on where I'm at.
41. WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO?
Blogging, I think.
42. CRUNCHY OR CREAMY PEANUT BUTTER?
Like it creamy...
43. CAN YOU CRACK YOUR NECK?
Oh, yeah. And I love it!
44. HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN AN AMBULANCE?
nope.
45. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH Today?
Just once (this morning)..amoy sibuyas na hininga ko..haha!
46. IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?
Sorry, I'm doped. hehe!
47. ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER?
Only during the weekends
48. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?
Dark Brown
49. HOW DO YOU SNEEZE?
Short and sweet..haha!
50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE?
Pwede na =) But of course, I'm constantly striving for the better.
51. WHO'S BETTER: STONE COLD OR THE ROCK?
The Rock because he has crossed-over to the silver screen (labo!).
52. ARE YOU PSYCHIC?
Slightly
53. HAVE YOU READ "CATCHER IN THE RYE"?
Not yet. Weird no? hehe!
54. DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS?
Piano and other instruments..hehe!
56. CAN YOU SNOWBOARD?
Sana lang merong snow 'no
57. DO YOU LIKE CAMPING?
Never went on camping..Pero mukha naman syang masaya.
58. DO U SNORT WHEN U LAUGH?
Sometimes I can't contain it. hahaha! hnggok!
59. DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?
Got to believe!
Saturday, October 08, 2005
No Ordinary Morning
If there was nothing that I could say
Turned your back and you just walked away
Leaves me numb inside I think of you
Together is all I knew
We moved too fast, but I had no sign
I would try to turn the hands of time
I looked to you for a reason why
The love we had passed me by
And as the sun would set you would rise
Fall from the sky into paradise
Is there no light in your heart for me
You've closed your eyes, you no longer see
There were no lies between me and you
You said nothing of what you knew
But there was still something in your eyes
Left me helpless and paralysed
You could give a million reasons
Change the world and change the tides
Could not give me the secrets
Of your heart and of your mind
In the darkness that surrounds me
Now there is no peace of mind
Your careless words undo me
Leave the thought of us behind
You could give a million reasons
up:gucci bags
...Chicane
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Not your ordinary turo-turo!!!
Discovered this new barbeque-han somewhere in the Project 4-Katipunan area that serves really good pork barbeque, isaw manok, isaw baboy, and all other baboy and manok parts.
up:gucci handbags
Call this place DANNYLICIOUS!!!
Heto mga pictures nang magtreat si Hanzel (isang officemate) kani-kanina lang. =)
Galit-galit!
Ganito talaga pag pinausukan ka sa ihawan.
Mukha pa ring fresh. =)
Mukha nang busog...
Si Tomas at si Ligaya (la lang!)
Heto ang birthday boy!!!
up:gucci handbags
Call this place DANNYLICIOUS!!!
Heto mga pictures nang magtreat si Hanzel (isang officemate) kani-kanina lang. =)
Galit-galit!
Ganito talaga pag pinausukan ka sa ihawan.
Mukha pa ring fresh. =)
Mukha nang busog...
Si Tomas at si Ligaya (la lang!)
Heto ang birthday boy!!!
Sunday, October 02, 2005
You're positive outlook is endearing, but your tales are far-fetched. Which Tim Burton character are you? Edward Bloom
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In this lifetime
Thanks, Bugsy! I finally got something to write about. =)
***
20 years ago…
We were living in a modest two-storey apartment in Tandang Sora. All I remember doing was play, eat, and practice my handwriting. My brother and I were probably Mama’s biggest headaches because we’d always come home soiled and injured.
1985 was the year when I lost my two-front teeth from a horribly bloody accident, again, involving my brother and I. The next years were even more tormenting as I endured my playmates’ and cousins’ constant repartee just because I was “bungi” and my case seemed hopeless. up:gucci bags
15 years ago…
I was in first grade, and two-front teeth started to come out.
I would elatedly come home and proudly show those perfect exam scores to my parents. I was consistently in the elite Top 10 of the class, but still felt insecure for not being appointed as an officer and not finishing first in the year-end academic ranking.
It was also in 1990 when I first experienced the wrath of Mother Nature. Our teacher was about to dismiss the class when everything around us just started shaking and swaying. I was noiselessly trembling at one corner while cries and screams echo all over.
10 years ago…
I had wet dreams. ‘Nuf said.
5 years ago…
My first time to be listed in my college academic probation list…I had to struggle for one semester to lift my probationary status and at the same time redeem my honor by becoming a college scholar at semester-end.
One day after Erap was impeached, we marched to Mendiola to clamor for the President’s ouster. It was the first time in about 20 or so years that our college (known to be moderate on campus and political issues) assumed an active role in this historic episode of our country.
3 years ago…
I was a part-time student and full-time officer-member of UP EcoSoc. I guess we preferred creating marketing proposals and signing event sponsorship deals over testing multiple linear regressions for the thesis. For this, thesis partner and I got an INC from Dr. Alburo. We had to stay for another semester and bear our parents’ constant nagging to finish our thesis. Well at least we got a final grade of 1.5!
My first try on the corporate life…
I worked at a call center during my final term in college. It was stressful, but I’d get my daily comic relief from teammates. It felt lonely spending Christmas away from home while irate customers yelled at you. I terribly missed living the normal life. Soon, I resigned.
Last year…
I was depressed.
I hated myself.
It was a year of personal struggle.
This year…
I rediscovered blogging and its cathartic elements. Moved from Joeuser to Blogspot for that matter.
Perhaps, I regained my self-esteem, acknowledged feelings of gloom, and finally accepted my imperfections.
Found absolute gratification from seeing new places...I am more than thankful to have visited Kyoto (the most charming place in the world!) and trekked the heights of Batad. I reconnected with my other artsy-fartsy self which helps maintain a healthy level of sanity within me.
Still hoping I’ll have better prospects in my career soon.
Yesterday…
It was a typical Friday. Too much of our clients’ anticipation for the weekend, I suppose, reduced our workload.
The company announced a new client deal. I’ve considered moving to this new account.
Last Night…
Music 21 sessions till sunrise!!! Singing Matchbox 20’s “Push” bared my Rockstar INXS talent…hehe!
Today…
Listening to D’ Sound and Utada Hikaru…I kind of missed humming their more popular tunes. Time-off from Saturday night happenings.
Tomorrow…
Wake up early and head for the gym.
Hopefully, I could also buy shirts that I can wear to work, a 256 MB flash drive, and a 128 MB memory card for my camera.
Planning to stop by the Megatrade Hall to see a transport show that Ken and workmates put up...
Next year…
Take up units in Graduate School. Not sure yet if I’d take up MBA or enroll in an entirely different course. (As you know, I’m quite interested in the culinary arts and I’ve resolved to learn cooking adobo and pasta at least before the year comes to an end. =p)
5-10 Years from now…
Have a personally and financially rewarding career or a successful business.
I would have experienced the tranquil land and seascapes of the Philippines by then (Panglao is on the top of my list).
Digital photography will be a major creative diversion and a part-time profession!
Not sure if I’ll desire to settle down. Hmmm…may be I won’t.
***
Go tag yourselves!!!
***
20 years ago…
We were living in a modest two-storey apartment in Tandang Sora. All I remember doing was play, eat, and practice my handwriting. My brother and I were probably Mama’s biggest headaches because we’d always come home soiled and injured.
1985 was the year when I lost my two-front teeth from a horribly bloody accident, again, involving my brother and I. The next years were even more tormenting as I endured my playmates’ and cousins’ constant repartee just because I was “bungi” and my case seemed hopeless. up:gucci bags
15 years ago…
I was in first grade, and two-front teeth started to come out.
I would elatedly come home and proudly show those perfect exam scores to my parents. I was consistently in the elite Top 10 of the class, but still felt insecure for not being appointed as an officer and not finishing first in the year-end academic ranking.
It was also in 1990 when I first experienced the wrath of Mother Nature. Our teacher was about to dismiss the class when everything around us just started shaking and swaying. I was noiselessly trembling at one corner while cries and screams echo all over.
10 years ago…
I had wet dreams. ‘Nuf said.
5 years ago…
My first time to be listed in my college academic probation list…I had to struggle for one semester to lift my probationary status and at the same time redeem my honor by becoming a college scholar at semester-end.
One day after Erap was impeached, we marched to Mendiola to clamor for the President’s ouster. It was the first time in about 20 or so years that our college (known to be moderate on campus and political issues) assumed an active role in this historic episode of our country.
3 years ago…
I was a part-time student and full-time officer-member of UP EcoSoc. I guess we preferred creating marketing proposals and signing event sponsorship deals over testing multiple linear regressions for the thesis. For this, thesis partner and I got an INC from Dr. Alburo. We had to stay for another semester and bear our parents’ constant nagging to finish our thesis. Well at least we got a final grade of 1.5!
My first try on the corporate life…
I worked at a call center during my final term in college. It was stressful, but I’d get my daily comic relief from teammates. It felt lonely spending Christmas away from home while irate customers yelled at you. I terribly missed living the normal life. Soon, I resigned.
Last year…
I was depressed.
I hated myself.
It was a year of personal struggle.
This year…
I rediscovered blogging and its cathartic elements. Moved from Joeuser to Blogspot for that matter.
Perhaps, I regained my self-esteem, acknowledged feelings of gloom, and finally accepted my imperfections.
Found absolute gratification from seeing new places...I am more than thankful to have visited Kyoto (the most charming place in the world!) and trekked the heights of Batad. I reconnected with my other artsy-fartsy self which helps maintain a healthy level of sanity within me.
Still hoping I’ll have better prospects in my career soon.
Yesterday…
It was a typical Friday. Too much of our clients’ anticipation for the weekend, I suppose, reduced our workload.
The company announced a new client deal. I’ve considered moving to this new account.
Last Night…
Music 21 sessions till sunrise!!! Singing Matchbox 20’s “Push” bared my Rockstar INXS talent…hehe!
Today…
Listening to D’ Sound and Utada Hikaru…I kind of missed humming their more popular tunes. Time-off from Saturday night happenings.
Tomorrow…
Wake up early and head for the gym.
Hopefully, I could also buy shirts that I can wear to work, a 256 MB flash drive, and a 128 MB memory card for my camera.
Planning to stop by the Megatrade Hall to see a transport show that Ken and workmates put up...
Next year…
Take up units in Graduate School. Not sure yet if I’d take up MBA or enroll in an entirely different course. (As you know, I’m quite interested in the culinary arts and I’ve resolved to learn cooking adobo and pasta at least before the year comes to an end. =p)
5-10 Years from now…
Have a personally and financially rewarding career or a successful business.
I would have experienced the tranquil land and seascapes of the Philippines by then (Panglao is on the top of my list).
Digital photography will be a major creative diversion and a part-time profession!
Not sure if I’ll desire to settle down. Hmmm…may be I won’t.
***
Go tag yourselves!!!
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