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Monday, November 27, 2006

Christmas cheer

The breeze this morning made me realise that Chrismas is getting closer. The anticipation is slowly builds up my excitement each day. At the office, Alvin and the Chipmuks' Christmas carols are blaring at our speakers.

When I was much younger, our family used to go shopping at Cubao and be spectators of C.O.D.'s Christmas presentation held at their facade during the evenings. Parents and kids of all ages watch in awe. We attend mass an hour before Christmas, wearing new clothes. And when Media Noche(12a.m. of Christmas day) culminates, my cousins and I, hold on to the biggest box of gift given to us, and open it at the same time.

Now, our family has a new reason anticipating Christmas, for my sister and her husband, now from Caticlan, takes a vacation at Manila. We scour through the tiangges of Greenhills and Tutuban, from the morning 'til our feet are sore.

Being with my family is the best gift I always get from God during Christmas. And nothing makes me feel complete than having my family seating at our small round table eating to our heart's content.

P.S.: Dear Santa, if ever you're reading this blog, I've been a good boy this whole year. Hope you grant my wish...
 
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Monday, November 20, 2006

Blogs I enjoy

Blogging is a keyhole for undiscovered talents. I really enjoy doing wildcard searches at blogger and not surprising to find so many talented people around. These guys could express themselves so well that I find myself smiling, nodding, or reflecting while reading their posts. I just hope such talents would continue to write and inspire people by sharing their thoughts.

Check these great talents: Addicted to Ink [by Amber], Soothsayings [by Cielo], My so-called love life [by Mood Indigo]. I also see to it to read Jessica Rules the Universe, by Jessica Zafra, Philippine literary pop-icon. Few other blogs I also find interesting are Lorelle, Kiddley, and Designers who blog.

Let's all share the experience.
 
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Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Forty Winks

I felt like an elephant with superglue stuck on my feet. That is how I am after a couple of weeks without weight training. Although I run during weekends, nothing beats pumping iron and the sweet pain of DOMS(Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness). So last night, I was headstrong to give my muscles the jolt it needs, for me to be more agile.
The pressure was intense not to lie on the couch and watch TV. So I took coffee, and lit a smoke(people warned me about this already, so there's no need to comment about it) After an hour, I was doing bench presses, dumbbell curls, and laughing at Seinfeld's antics. I was done at around 11:30pm. I was fulfilled that I achieved my objective to train.
In my room, I relieved my exhaustion by reading a health mag I just purchased(so pathetic), but kept on taking a piss due to the large quantity of liquid intake I had. When my eyelids felt giving in, I suddenly feel to take another visit to the john. Haah. When would this stop? After around five to six times of the latter scenario, it was cloud nine. My muscles were no longer exhausted, my mind was calm, and the start of the Chrismas chill made me grin. The feeling was sooo comforting.
Purgatory. I was 60 percent away from getting a complete sleep, and 40 percent awake. Suddenly, I heard a catfight outside my window. My heartbeat grew faster that usual. I was so disappointed being awake. Time? 1am. I lost my urge to sleep. As if the nap I took was already enough. I know I need to sleep. I don't want to feel grumpy the following day. But sleep just won't visit me. So I lit another smoke. 1:30am. Sleep, sleep, sleep...(I felt like Ralph, the main character from the novel Insomia by Stephen King) Where the hell did that come from? It's past two and you remember a novel? What a dillema. I did enjoy that novel, though found the ending quite disappointing. But I still need to sle...zzzzzzz.

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Sunday, November 12, 2006

Touch my hair and you die

A bald man took a seat in a beauty parlour. "How can I help you ?" asked the stylist.
"I went for a hair transplant." the guy explained, "but I couldn't stand the pain. If you can make my hair look like yours without causing me any discomfort, I'll pay you $5,000."
"No problem, " said the stylist, and she quickly shaved her head.

Familiar with Mr. Clean? Yes. It's the detergent with that sinister smiling bald guy with humongous arms, and blonde eyebrows. How about the eccentric friend of Jerry Seinfeld George Costanza? LL Cool Jay? Vin Diesel? Michael Jordan? Find anything common? Yes. Baldness. Self-inflicted or biological setbacks.

Having a bald head or having ones hair cut to look quite bald(zip-zip-zip), is common to men here in Manila. I give you a bet, for every establishment, you'd probably find one or more of the likes. Some of them in a suit, while others in a monkey suit complete with their bling blings. Making eyes burn, just like staring directly to a solar eclipse.

Being bald has many benefits i.e.: less spending on shampoos, hair waxes etc., less time spent with the barber, resignation that your face won't differ at any cost, there are no bad-hair days, the list is endless. Humidity is also a factor. A bald guy would definitely be more fresh compared to Howard Stern in this heat.


I got nothing against balding or bald guys. My dad is close to baldness, while I'm starting to exhibit thinning hair. What I'm trying to imply is, we could still show a little creativity in carrying our hair. Blessed are those with thick black hair, for a lot of things could be done in terms of styling. And I think US President Bush agrees.

Maybe I'm just suffering from baldophobia.

“A man can be short and dumpy and getting bald but if he has fire, women will like him.”
~Mae West
 
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Friday, November 10, 2006

Borat, Billboards, Bryanboy, Blondes and everything in-Between

Kazakhstan's sixth most famous man Borat, came to be no.1 in the US Box-office with the movie Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan on the US-charts.The movie Pinoy Blonde would have achieved the same prestige as Borat if only Mang Pandoy took the lead.
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Bryanboy, a Filipino, sparked some controversies on a blog entry he made. It depicts a Brit guy holding a bag and saying Jesus is our fuckin homeboy! Such a confused fellow we should pray for. He even has issues about his name...isn't "Bryangay" more appropriate?
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The MMDA(Metro Manila Development Authority) instructed billboard owners to take down their infrastuctures due to the hazards it imposes to motorists. After a few days past the super typhoon Milenio, you could see people taking these billboards down. If you ever pass by EDSA-Guadalupe you'd see the tarps already taken out, while some are neatly rolled down. But the steel frames are still present. Reminder: The tarps are not the one causing extreme damage but the steel frames, don't you think? It's been months....
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A you-tube post Jollibee Scandal made JFC(Jollibee Foods Corporation) execs furious when they saw Twirlie and Jollibee mascots seeming to depict sex acts. Finding the employees responsible for the action, they were terminated immediately.
Give the bee a break. He's now on his puberty age and just wants to sow some pollen.
On the brighter side, at least we could now confirm Jollibee's gender.
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NBI(The National Bureau of investigation) denies the accusation of giving Charlie Atong Ang a VIP treatment during his arrival. And they got 50 security escorts to prove it.

 
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Thursday, November 09, 2006

A brew of my life

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Have you been bitten by the rush?

There's a Filipino myth that when a a young person already drinks coffee he/she won't grow up to his/her potential. Which is why at an early age I was not allowed to drink it, leaving me with no other choice but choco.

During the late 70's and eary 80's you could hear people proudly say "...yes, he even took me out for a coffee at the Manila Hotel," Probably due to the extravagant price of coffee at that place, coffee became a recreational activity and at the same time a status symbol. But nowadays, coffeeshops grew like mushrooms. So when you're going to meet someone, this came to be the best place. Or when you don't wan't to be disturbed, want to enjoy bossa, read a book, and all the hundred personal reasons we find ourselves heading for that cold cup of iced latte, or the brewing steam of hot moccha. I realized that some of the important things in my life involves a huge amout of coffee. It served as the paint in my canvas of life.

1979, Province of Pangasinan, 4 years old
I greeted my Aunt Linat the usual pleasantries and found her busy managing the coffee pot at the kitchen. The coffee was made of roasted rice grains wherein its aroma filled the morning air. She took out an old jade-colored cup and filled it halfway, reminding me that I should not take too much, for I'm too young for it. I felt a jolt and found a new friend.

1982, at home
My first coffee cup was from the container of a Blend 45. My parents made me use this glass to discourage me from drinking coffee at a very young age,

1998, college student
Le Couer de France, SM West
Brought Liza,(not her real name)my girlfriend, to run away from our peers and have a private conversation on our own.

1999, college student
Cafeteria beside the University, theater class
Our theater class converges at this cafeteria where we enjoy cheap instant Nescafés prepared by an old couple. It's there where we hangout with our peers with coffee and smokes in hand. Aspiring to be another Brocka or Bernal.

2001, at home
Bought a coffee maker and tried to imitate the taste of The Coffee Experience with Liza. After a few months we broke up.

2002
Have a new relationship with Andrea. She just can't stand brewed coffee. All she needs are three cups of Nescafé Instant coffee, and her morning is complete. She only drinks coffee in the mornings. Seldom during the days entirety. And these are the mornings that we get to communicate without speaking.

2002, July
Became hyperacidic due to excess coffee, spices, and cigarettes. Could you imagine how my body reacts to those things that I ingest? So no more coffee for quite awhile. During those initial attacks Andrea thought that I had another woman at my place because of the squeak of my bed. Honestly, there was none. We parted our relationship that night, but got together after a few months. Who crawled back to whom? Hah!Me.

2003, October, SM Manila/Padis Point
Received the paycheck I got from my freelance work with an NGO. Guess what we did? we got our cappuccinos and devils cake at Figaro. Afterwhich, went to Padis Point where we drank beers for almost seven hours. By the way, that drinking binge started at around five. So you get to picture how much beers we consumed.

2005, Seattles Best E. Rodriguez, 9:25pm or later
I fetched her from work at Cainta. We were both tired from the day with our jobs and were slowly feeling to be distant towards each other because of our jobs. So we decided to grab some coffee and talk for awhile. We ended quiet the whole evening staring at the passersby and yawning the night away. It just didn't worked that night. And eventually broke up the following year.

2006, Starbucks Glorietta
It was the birthday of my godson. We celebrated it at the same area. I was fresh from a breakup with Andrea, but I could not find any reason not to enjoy myself. I invited a friend whom I would like to know better that time for some coffee, and she acknowledged. Had the usual chat and everything but nothing intimate. Just plain catching up. She ended not being able to sleep that night. Not because of thinking about me. But due to the caffeine. How I wish I was caffeine to keep women up all night.

2006, Starbucks Glorietta (again)
After watching a movie, me and my blind date, Maria, decided to have coffee to end the night. She was persistent on taking the tab for our coffee, so I let her. She ordered tall frozen cappuccinos. The catch? I dont like my coffee cold. I want it painfully hot. She really enjoys her coffee but is suffering from hyperacidity too. So she battled tummy aches the whole night in her bed. While I watched TV lying at our couch at home. We still go out, but I no longer invite her for coffee.

2006, November, Starbucks Tomas Morato
Me and my cousins had a blast after watching The DNA Rock band at 70's Bistro. After the band's set, at around 1:30 am the following day, we agreed to continue our binge at Xymaca. Unfortunately, the band Brownman Revival had already ended their set. Nothing to do but have coffee. I was a trojan horse that night. The only one who ordered something that's hot. It's been awhile since we all got together. And that night was special because we were with ate Auvi, visited from the US, and my sis Ana Vic who is now based at Boracay.

2006, present day
Instant coffee while at work combined with pan de sal. I'm too lazy to brew the expired coffee from my former officemate Dona. I'm still waiting for the 3in1 coffee from Rachael...

Photo courtesy of Grayscale. Thanks, man.
 
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Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Untitled 2

I told you that I could make it
make it all alone.
Before you said that I was
building dreams made of sand

Now I try to never look back again
From what we might have been

I feel alone but free
No need to change the real me
at times I may be unhappy
But it's something I expect me to be.

Awake at night and it's you
who fills my weary heart.
Awake I just realised
that we're already apart.

Angry words could never be taken back
And mere apologies could never mend it

Packed up your bags
Left the ring by the bedside
And I woke up alone
I know that you've gone...
 
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Monday, November 06, 2006

Mood swings

These are the days when I wake up and got nothing to say. It's not my usual self but I get this feeling that it would be appropriate for me to just zip my mouth intead of forcing myself to blurt out mindless syllables. If you only knew the effort I put myself just to smile, you'd better yet leave me alone.

Few call it mood swings. Hell, I never experienced such(probably don't admit to it, as well). I'm not a transparent person, so when I get take the ride during these moments, only a few would just notice. However, I got an excuse, they just regard it as an artist's moodiness, which I dislike.

But being in that state feels a little rewarding. Deep thoughts play in my mind, thus giving me more time to ponder about life. I get to be a better listener and observant with the environment.

I do agree–the less you talk the less mistakes. But the more mistakes we create, the more we learn in life. Quite ironic, isn't it?
 
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Thursday, November 02, 2006

Angels in the street by 8 pm

I spend four hours or more of my time during workdays riding on a public transport. These hours I try to spend as fruitful as possible whether reading books, contemplating my work, or simply surveying things that surrounds me.

I was heading home one night and noticed a couple of kids selling sampaguitas at EDSA-Kamuning. If you're not familiar with EDSA–this hi-way is notorious for the prescence of erratic bus drivers, and over speeding cars. They were just probably 3 to 4 years of age wandering the busy hi-way, knocking on windows of private cars to sell their sampaguitas. I began to wonder: where are the parents of this kids? They're selling sampaguitas but do they already know how to count their change? Why such fate at a very young age?

Di ako marunong bumasa o sumulat,
at di ko rin inasam na matutunan pa.

Sa humintong dyip dagli-dagliang sumampa
baka sakaling may maawa.
Gumapang sa pagitan ng mga sapatos at sa mga paang pagod sa maghapon
Agad na pinunasan ang bawat isa sa mga iyon.
Hanggang sa umabot papalapit sa tsuper
aking tiningala ang lulan nya.

Sa mata nila iba't-ibang emosyon ang aking nakita.
May inis, awa, paghamak.
Pero ang aking ipinagtataka
ay yung mgataong di ako nakikita...
Alam ko ako'y nasa tabi na nya
Pero ni lumingon ay di nya magawa.

Ayan ang aking hanapbuhay sa edad na apat.
Marahil makakabuting ako'y magpahinga muna.
Masakit na ang aking lalamunan at likuran.
Bukas naman ulit...
 
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