(--,)

Forgotten in 2011 Part III

2012-01-03T22:06:00.000+08:00

Part III of Forgotten in 2011: Conclusion. 2011 went by so fast I hardly even noticed it happening. Like I said, it’s a good year but I don’t think it will have its own volume in my history books. If there’s one thing that I’m taking away from last year, it’s I grew up in 2011.

Along with turning 25 is the inevitable quarter-life crisis. I anticipated it, and prepared myself for it. And it happened. I questioned my purpose of existence, I felt the abandonment of my friends, I’m not in the state that I know I should be and I was constantly alone. All these symptoms I’ve experienced, and in able for me to cope with all the stress, I had to grow up. So I did.

Maybe because I believed 25 is old, so I started acting my age, dressing my age and dealing with situations in a mature manner. I understood things better. And by doing so, I was somewhat successful in my 2011 resolution. I did not find happiness but I did lessen my anger. Maybe I did not completely eliminate all my resentments but I’m getting there.

But loneliness, that’s something I should work on for this new year. You know, I actually know the solution for this one. It’s so easy. If only it were up to me. But alas, I can only hope and wish that things actually go my way this year. But not too much. I may be all smiles but getting disappointed is never fun.

Might as well write it and ask for it: please, please, please let me get what I want this year.

While I’m in my right state of mind, here are some things I want to do in 2012. I’ma be healthy, by eating right and lessening things that ain’t good for me. I want to enroll in a gym actually. It’s just, I’m not yet that convinced to shell out that much. Maybe second half of the year. Here’s what I should do for 2012. I need to let my guard down and start living. Lessen my rationalizing and calculating everything. It’s not sexy. Haha!

Seriously, I’m ending it here. To finally conclude, here are the 10 hashtags to describe 2011: #ABANDONMENT, #ALONE, #BELONGINGNESS, #CLARITY, #COMICS, #FALLING, #FASHION, #MATURED, #RESPONSIBLE, #WAIVERING. (--,)

Forgotten in 2011 Part II

2012-01-02T23:41:00.001+08:00

Part II of Forgotten in 2011. As promised, I am going to indulge you with the insignificant but you’re going to read them anyway activities of mine for 2011. Let’s start with...

January: a good friend got married and I actually caught the bride’s garter. Cool, right? Had my mind was clear and I was actually there in my A-game. Unfortunately, someone decided to stay in my head and refuses to leave. Also, I threw a grand party to celebrate my 25th year of existence. It was fun. It was the first time I was able to bring together all my circles: high school kada, some of the boys, village kids and office all-stars. I gots to admit, it was a blast. By the way, it was in January that I tried to “grab a spoon.” I failed.

February: Month of the hearts. Not that I joined the festivities. Too busy fixing my own. I, however, found myself and the T&C All-Stars on the sands of Puerto Galera. Awesome, is what it was. Made a fool of myself by trying water sports. City boy here. Not to be used for water. As if I needed more awkwardness. But I found that I am a very responsible friend in this trip. And, hello, iPhone 4.

March: Third time’s a charm. Or so I hoped. Not even flashy confectioneries worked. I think it was in March that I finally started to see things clearly.

April: April was awesome. Busy month: Hannah’s Italian birthday; Mendiola Holy Week homecoming for me, Diana and Mary Grace and tour for Dinah; Nuvali tour for the Venturas courtesy of Uncle Petes and late dinner at Tagaytay during Good Friday; and T&C’s Highest of Fives, fifth year anniversary of our “beloved” account. The spoon-grabbing was absent this month.

May: The long-awaited, years-in-the-making April MeanBoys celebration finally happened. My best buds: Cyrus, Lawrence and Ralph’s joint birthday bash at Astoria Plaza. It was in this event that I realized that we weren’t that group of idiots who will always be there for each other. We are grownups now. Most of us needs to be home for their families and others have someone waiting for them. I was the only one left to spend the night with Cy and Aimee. Very sad, I know. And the happy couple would have preferred to be “alone.” Sorry, guys. Ha-ha. It did not end there. Merville celebrated its annual fiesta and the village kids had their after-party here at our clubhouse: good times. My adorable cousin Bea also had her ballet recital at Ateneo. Clubbing night at Seventh High for a Cosmo event courtesy of one of my favorite in-law, Pau. I was so totally cured of the infatuation. I thought.

June: Being that my friends are now living their own lives and I am totally “over” my predicament, I had to find something to keep myself sane. And that’s where I turned over to the geek side: comic books. My second half of 2011 was dedicated to reading and starting a small collection of comic books. I’ve always liked it but was never really this serious. Say what you want to say, but it really made me happy and kept my sanity intact. Oh, and Dallas Mavericks got their first NBA championship at the expense of Miami Heat.

July: Only three things comes to mind: the end of the Harry Potter films, NBA players visits Manila and Iya’s despedida. Iya finally had her U.S. application granted and by the end of this month, left for California to stay with Ninang Cathy and the family. The NBA visit semi-brought out the 2005 me. Then again, I think it’s already an annual thing. I’m gonna go through that every year but it won’t last very long.

August: Marked my five years working in my company. Half a decade, who would have thought? A milestone, I’m sure; but considered an achievement, on the fence. My dreams will never come to fruition if I stay here for another five years. Spicy Fingers became my favorite Happy Hour hangout in this month. And sadly, I missed this year’s VanessaPalooza because of typhoon Mina, who caused a lot of damage up north. With the departure of Iya, lots of changes in the household.

September: Ah, yes. September. The king of months. The one month I can always count on. Important people celebrating their birthdays. And it always delivers. Mom and I celebrated her birthday at Manila Ocean Park. She always wanted to go there so we finally did. Cool place. And of course, Bes’ annual birthday bash: the party of parties! The one event where we go all out and we go home with smiles on our faces. It was definitely a night to remember, and let’s just leave it at that. For months, I tried very hard to be all rational and to not open that door. After that awesome night, I turned the knob.

October: Look. I was in my very-hopeful-and-happy-but-utterly-naïve mode by this time. I laughed at my first quarter of 2011 self. I cannot believe I was that person. Here’s someone new who is more in my league. Challenging and complicated, yes; but someone who I’ll be able to relate to more. But after a few weeks and one special occasion, my pal failure comes a’knockin’ yet again. But what’s this? An actual MeanBoys nightout took place this month. AJ’s daughter, Ajee, celebrated her 2nd birthday and most of the boys were there. Nightout ensues after the party. I got lambasted by the boys for not being able to do anything when the opportunity presented itself. I told them there was nothing there. They did not buy it one bit. They just know me too well. Well, at least it got me thinking. Good thing Cy’s out of the country. And we certainly can’t forget, Back-to-back championships for my San Beda Red Lions, and I was there to witness the victory.

November: I think I finally accepted my fate of being alone and just decided to make the most out of it. I started not expecting from my friends, lessened my anger and resentment towards not having anyone, and just be awesome instead. I just realized, maybe Mom knew how I felt and planned this whole dine out in a new restaurant every weekend thing. It worked. I was actually enjoying her company and that abandonment feeling left me. Yes, expensive food is very therapeutic. Who says money can’t buy happiness? There was also this team bowling activity--that was fun. And just when I thought everything is going to be okay, the last day of this month proved otherwise.

December: Holiday season. Who doesn’t love Decembers? Fresh from the last day of November, that first-quarter me is back. It’s just the holidays. Then comes the team’s year-end party. I took point, so that the party will be awesome. That means, just like year, which really started it all, the vicious cycle will be repeating itself. But I’m not complaining. It’s just the holidays, right? The Party God made an appearance this month as his year-end party was a success. Also, I found love from my teammates. Suddenly, we ain’t this boring group of individuals anymore. We actually started going out, weekly, which I can honestly say one of the highlights of my year. They knew all along that my feelings never left me and I was just good at keeping it, and eventually it will return. Bastards! But it’s just the holidays. Oh, there are so many worthy moments for this month, but aside from the year-end, Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve, there was one particular night that made me very happy. Still, it was just the holidays. It was nothing. And let me contradict and be truthful to myself by saying, for me, it was everything. And I’m kinda carrying that feeling as of this writing. This month, Uncle Alex and family started to move in to their new mansion, so that’s where we celebrated Christmas and New Year’s Eve this year. The Holidays are so much better this year.

How many of your precious minutes did I waste? You’re welcome. Do not fret, there’s still part three, the conclusion of my year-end review. Wait for it. But don’t hold your breath for it.

It’s not just the holidays, after all... (--,)

Forgotten in 2011 Part I

2012-01-01T23:38:00.001+08:00

Abandoned. Kimberly asked me to describe 2011 with one word and I, without hesitation, Tweeted to her “abandoned.” Did I suffer through a breakup or got dumped? No. I would have welcomed the breakup over the abandonment issues I went through for this year in a heartbeat. Why abandoned? Emo much? Because “abandoned” sounds so much better than “napagiiwanan.”

What do you mean, “napagiiwanan?” In this time and age, when you reach mid-twenties, settling down is already an option. My titos and titas and family elders would raise their eyebrows with that statement. “Ang bata bata mo pa.” No, kins. I’m not. Sure, I’m years away from the ideal marrying age, but shouldn’t I at least be with someone I can possibly bring to that moment? “Darating din yan.” When? I’m in the peak of my life and I’m not having fun. When I’m old and wrinkled, when I look back at my prime, what will I see? A sad, young fool who never took a risk. Scary thought!

Again, what do you mean “napagiiwanan?” Exactly how it sounds. This year, even Erwin, the one friend we never got tired of making fun of that he’s gonna grow old alone, is in a committed relationship. Imagine my gasp and holy-fuck moment when he told me that he got his “Yes.” Hey, I’m very happy for my friend. I really am. He deserves to be happy, from all the crap he got over the years. But, how can I not be affected? Out of all the boys, I’m the only one who don’t need to ask permission from anyone with whatevers. Tomcat, the only remaining single schmuck from the bunch. I used to laugh at people my age who think their worlds are crumbling and they gonna die alone. Not so funny now that I’m in their shoes, huh?

What made it worse for me? The boys finally fixed their own personal priorities and became always unavailable. Out of 52 Fridays of 2011, I am probably home, very early, 45 of them. I really felt like I had no friends. It’s like seeing or hanging out with them is a luxury. Of course I had to understand. One by one they’re getting married and starting their own families. Can’t argue with that. But that doesn’t certainly make me feel better.

I did found new friends. From someone who is a regular in my writings. Her annual shindig is something I look forward to. Like I imagined, her friends are very cool. Albeit, young and wild, but that’s how I like my lifestyle. Or at least I did, until the latter part of the year. And their company and my delusion of actually being part of her circle lasted for a couple of months, enough for me to go all classic, yet again, with one of them. And we all know how I like them: complicated and impossible. As expected, it didn’t lead to anywhere. Not a big deal though, really. For she, um, well, she kinda plays both sides of the court.

2011 was supposed to be the turning point of my life. I told myself back in college that I should have earned my first million by the time I’m 25. Look, I did. Problem is, I’ve spent all of it over the years, while earning it. I should have been more specific. But what can I say? Our lives do not exactly turn out as we envisioned it back in school.

Okay. It’s not all bad. In fact, I actually view 2011 as a memorable and positive year. Compared to my friends who had lots of deaths in their families, major breakups that shook our whole worlds and just plain fucked up lives, I cannot complain.

I just had an epiphany. And that is I will split this year-end review into parts. Because I have so much I want to share but not enough time to get to all of them. So, kiddies, this is the first part. Tomorrow, let me indulge you with my monthly adventures, however insignificant they may be and how I can proudly say that I have matured in 2011. Happy New Year, loves! (--,)

On High Schools and Destinies

2011-09-26T22:49:00.003+08:00

Around a decade ago, I was in high school. (Yes, a decade ago. Bah!) High school should and could be the best and worst time of one’s life. It should be the best if you were at the top of the food chain: athlete, cheerleader, student council member, thick wallets. Worst if you’re a misfit or just plain dork. High school was, for me, well, it was more of a memory than a phase.

I kinda never gave a damn about high school, or school per se for that matter. We were taught that if we go to school, study hard, not miss classes, excel, et cetera, we will succeed in life. Elders, tito, tita, tell that to the jazillioners abroad who created this little networking site called Facebook and now owns everyone’s time and attention. Hey, doing good in school does give you an edge when it comes to the real world. And I cannot really preach about this stuff if I myself never excelled in my institution. But I did finish and graduate. That means I did something right, yes? So why am I stuck in a dead end job? Because I foolishly believe and placed my so-called fate in motivational garbage like “Everything is possible once you put your mind to it,” or “Dream big,” “Reach for the stars,” “May the Force be with you...”

Fate and destiny makes it easier for us to live. It gives us hope, blind hope. It’s a vicious circle. You want to succeed? Find a rich relative. You want to be loved and matter? Be rich.

Do I sound like half-minded bitter idiot? I probably am. Am I making a point? No, not really. I don’t even have any goals here. I just felt the need to write. I, however, was trying to connect high school life with what I’m feeling right now. That feeling of wanting to belong. And I miserably failed. Even my transitions sucked!

Now that that’s off my chest, I still feel horrible and spiteful. Yep, still got it! (--.)

Shall I Compare Thee...

2011-03-26T13:56:00.003+08:00

"Hmm... her pancakes are much better than yours." No matter how secure we are with our present, one cannot help but think about what used to be. It's just how we are programmed. Whether we hear a song or we pass by somewhere, we suddenly remember something, no matter how obscure it is.

Comparison. This is something that I strongly believe should be included in the seven capital sins of, for the lack of a better word, love. Comparison will never ever bring you peace. It just strengthens that proverbial what-if and reminds you how foolishly happy you once was. Tell me thinking about how she used to save all the orange gummi bears for you or request for extra butter for your popcorn when you know she's figure-conscious does not make you go hmm, and smile a little. Not that the current one is a disappointment. Oh, no. She's a gymnast and takes up yoga classes. You stock up on your Red Bulls and Gatorades and Alaxan whenever she sleeps over. But like I said, the littlest and stupidest things triggers that comparison.

Here's the fun part. The harder you try to not compare, the more you do. You just gotta love the irony. But it really is not healthy. How do you think your current will feel when he or she finds out you were thinking about someone/thing else when he or she something for you and it did not meet your expectations? How would you feel if you fail to meet your girlfriend's expectations? I'm not saying you should divert all your energy on eliminating this destructive trait. You can't. It is futile to resist. But what one must do is absorb, smile then think about the reason why that thought is only a memory, and focus on what is making you happy this very moment. Provided you are happy. If you're just reminded about something without your partner triggering it, then it's not comparison. You're just sad.

This all came out of nowhere. Well, actually, a friend and I were talking about some almost-perfect-dork finally committing. But he committed to chick who is not-so-perfect. "Tagumpay," as I would like to call it. Emphasis on the almost-perfect trait of the dork. Now, my friend is accusing me of comparing that chick to our chick who has this thing for almost-perfect-dork. I, of course, denied because I really wasn't. It is not in my nature to compare, except maybe for prices. But off the record, if ever, that not-so-perfect chick is going to eat our chick for breakfast. (And what an inappropriate yet awesome image that is.)

Regardless of how not-so-perfect chick will destroy our chick in a heartbeat, if I were in almost-perfect-dork's expensive shoes, I'd choose ours without thinking twice. But that's just me, the Foolish Party God. (--,)

Needy Much?

2011-03-23T00:27:00.004+08:00

Look, I know the odds are against me. And she ain't about to even the scales any time soon. And with my track record, possibly never at all. Call me foolish for hoping for some affirmation, but can you really blame me? Genuine appreciation will do. Not the obligatory and polite ones. Yes, one should never expect. But do sane people really never expect? So easy to say, "Never expect. That way, you won't be disappointed." Testify! And it's certainly very easy to reply, "Oh, I don't," complete with the sheepish grin. And maybe, we really don't. But is there really a difference between hoping and expecting? "Not expecting but hoping." How annoying is that statement? Especially if you believe in it.

I get it. The timing's all wrong and off. And I respect that. So I'm playing the waiting game. And for those of you who really know me, I am what you would call a grandmaster when it comes to waiting games. I know it's too much, but, I'm gonna have to ask, again, for a little reaffirmation. I'm slightly needy. There I said it. I am. But for someone who have never, ever got who he wanted, I'd think twice before throwing rocks at my direction. I apologize for wasting your time. I'm just hurt. (--.)

Banchetto

2011-03-12T15:57:00.000+08:00

When we were exiled and thrown to what most people call Ortigas, there was only one silver lining, and that is the glorious grub-filled markets of Banchetto. Going there was easy as cake served there, right?

Wrong! They are only open on Fryday nights, till the wee hours of Saturday morning. Them creature of the nights I call my friends don’t have any problem at all sampling every cholesterol-infested goodness that paradise has to offer as they are in the office every Fryday night. And they always rub it in my face every chance they got.

30 Frydays and seven months later, take that you magnificent bastards. Hah! As expected, t’was a foodgasmic experience. My buddies Ralph and Erwin will attest to that. Although, they were enjoying the non-edible eyecandy vendors more than the monster burgers and kebabs.

Even delivered food to the office just because I am the best and most outstanding friend they have, only that and for no other reason. Really. Great stuff! Banchetto, I shall return. (—,)

The 2011 T&C Media Puerto Galera Experience: Return to Transcription

2011-03-12T00:10:00.001+08:00

Things I brought home with me from this trip:

- “Don’t Stop Believin” by Journey will never apply to me because I have been, am, and will always be a city boy. I can’t and don’t swim, ‘kay?!

- I don’t think I’ll be riding any inflatable water contraptions for the meantime. I wasn’t trying to impress. I did it because I wanted to try out things I don’t usually do. #notaprettysight

- Fruits go well with rhum. And I think I made Professor Flitwick proud. #charms

- The people I was with are some of the best individuals out there. Already knew that, but they really are. #waitingtogetpaid

- I am responsible. #OhyesIam.

- I really hate long trips. :|

- Some things are so close but still so far. #Saklap

All in all, it was an awesome, awesome weekend. And I wouldn’t mind doing it all over again. Might tweak some scenarios here and there and bring stuffs that weren’t brought, or even the reputation-changing mishap, I ain’t changin’ nothin’. Another round, all-stars? After Holy Week, yes? (—,)

Never Again, 2010

2010-12-31T17:49:00.006+08:00

Temper. I had the worst temper for 2010. It was probably my angriest year yet. And I haven’t had the slightest idea why I was so upset. The little things, as in insignificant things ticked me off. I was even scared sometimes that I might do something regrettably wrong. Fortunately, I did not and kept myself sane. However, I might be looking at a heart attack if I don’t calm myself soon. Calming myself soon is making progress, especially in the last few weeks. But that’s a whole nuther story.

2010 kinda sucked for me. And there’s no one major reason. It just did. Why? Here why:

- First off, my favorite talkshow host, Conan O’Brien, and his show were controversially dropped by those evil networks.

- Missed Avatar in IMAX because that placed is cursed.

- My favorite short book, Vince’s Life, concluded really bad. Stupid ending!

- The Tagaytay birthday trip was generally fun, but the turnout wasn’t that commendable. Thank you, so-called friends.

- Most of my weekends were spent home being pathetic and miserable.

- Charley’s got a couple of scratches because of idiot drivers and the most useless and stupid transportation: motorcycles.

- My favorite American Idol finalist, ever, Didi Benami, barely made it to Top 10.

- One of the best TV shows ever, it’s in my Top 10 all-time favorite list, Legend of the Seeker, was axed after two seasons.

- Richard Gordon didn’t even accumulate a million votes and the people believed a golden (or should I say yellow) boy will do a better job of running the nation.

- Lost, the TV show, ended. It was the most exciting and saddest 2 hours of my TV life.

- Boston Celtics bowed to LA Lakers in 7 games. It was a worthy and exciting series.

- WORST MOMENT OF 2010 GOES TO: transferring to Ortigas. I think that move was the catalyst for my being upset 24/7.

There were, however, some moments that are worth mentioning, like:

- Lots of christenings this year. AJ’s daughter, Ajee and I was godfather twice to the babies of colleagues, Akee for Renee and Sebastian for Roi. They somehow trusted me enough. But the best baptism of the year, and possibly ever, goes to Lexi’s Christening. Mobile bars, swanky dinner, hot patrons--good freaking times!

- This year, I probably spent more time in front of the screen than any other year. Downloaded so many stuffs, mostly TV shows that I follow. I guess it kept me sane for most of 2010.

- By summer, the boys and I were able to go to Lucena, Quezon for the infamous Pahiyas Festival. It was my first native festival and my buddies and I really enjoyed our time there.

- I was featured in Cosmopolitan Magazine. Yay!

- My beloved Red Lions and Red Cubs won double championships in the 86th season of NCAA. The Lions made history with their 18-0 sweep of the tournament and the Cubs winning back-to-back titles. I have to say that the celebration was off the hook for this one.

- Like last year, there were still lots of parties and events that I graced my presence with. Can’t say that they’re much or less fun than the others because of my belief that a party is a party, whether it blows or not. Went to my first worship concert this year to support Hannah and I actually enjoyed them. And no, I did not burst into flames.

- She’s birthday and 2010 Holidays. These two are my favorite moments of the year.

I admit, not all bad. But I cannot fathom to put the year 2010 and the word Awesome in a sentence together. The conclusion of my lady best friend’s four-year relationship scared me because for a moment there, the 2005 emerged and that year wasn’t also good on me. But after several depressed sequences and emo situations, and with the help of a new disaster waiting to happen, I, for the first time, felt there’s really nothing more there. We are just really, really good friends and I am genuinely happy that we are. I find that I’d be more happier with this semi-new character in my life. Caution to self, though: seriously challenging.

For 2011: I have but one goal--try to be truly happy. Don’t care how or why, I just don’t want to be angry anymore. I’m tired of being upset with every thing that isn’t even important to me. Maybe study. I remember saying I will definitely go all serious about my career when I reach 25, so I tried to save in 2010 to further my studies and that one’s actually very possible.

Okay, this is a lengthy one. But I did have lots to say. After all, I don’t write anymore these days. So again, disappointed for 2010 and hoping to be not angry for 2011. Seven hours before the year ends, bring out your noisemakers, kids. It’s time to drink and be merry. (--,)

Jess James & Lani Pillinger | Party Girls

2010-09-04T12:30:00.004+08:00

Jacinta “Jess” James (27) and Lani Pillinger (27) | Party Girls

Here’s our bet for the fourth and newest season of Amazing Race Asia. Well, one of our bets anyways. But let’s face it, the other team’s a pair of athletic guys screaming doucheyness all over.

Jess is a tattoo artist and Lani is a model. And I’m sure they have much more achievements than what the AXN website gave us. Both are Aussies. But I’m certain they won’t pull off what Marc and Rovilson did from their season. Let’s just hope they come close, possibly the Dustin & Kandice of Asia.

Party girls. Right. Here’s hoping that the bikini bodies work and charm their way to the finish line.

PS: Been bitchin about getting a tattoo for the last month, and methinks Jess will be the solution. I wonder is she’s, well, gentle. (—,)

Tsaktra

2010-07-10T02:06:00.002+08:00

Creepingly awesome. Two words that I will describe myself this very moment. I am awesome because I always deliver. I made it my mission to find this certain person in Facebook, and after months and months of determination, I finally did. Creepy because (see last sentence). But please, lay down your stones and restrain yourselves from aiming them at me. I actually have a good back story for this one.

See, this chick is a 10. It is rare to impossible to actually have a co-worker who is a 10. Don’t believe me? Come Monday, I want you to spend the whole work day observing officemates and company personnel and see if you can spot a 10. (Good luck succeeding at that!) Most 10s are untouchables. They either own the company, the daughter of the owner of the company or they are screwing the owner of the company (I don’t judge!), hence, untouchables. But let’s get back to my point. You see, Tsaktra, (not her real name. Tsaktra is too cool for us to know her real name!) is the particular 10 in this story. She is what one might call an exotic Asian delight. She literally stops traffic every time she crosses the street. One time, a friend almost caused a scene by tripping on one of the busiest avenues in the country, just because she (yeah, she’s female. what?) got distracted by Tsaktra. And the hearts of every dude in the office skips a beat every time she’s in close proximity. Best thing about this is, I feel that she may actually be touched, in a good-natured and totally appropriate way.

Let’s pretend for a moment that we are in a cheeseball movie and I introduce myself to Tsaktra and tell her that she’s a 10. Let’s also pretend that my fictional me will not crash and burn and Tsaktra actually finds me amusing and interesting, possibly cute. Awesome. Pretentiousness rules! Now let’s get back down to earth and stay a good two feet away from the doll.

Now, here’s my point: if you really, really want something and your heart is kind and pure, chances are you will not get that something that you really, really want. This is real life, kids. You don’t get to be happy. You only get to be visually satisfied. That’s what social networking sites are for. (—,)

Didi Benami

2010-03-31T22:46:00.003+08:00

Vered Didi Benami

What does become of a broken hearted? Well, I, for one, am. Such a sad, sad day for me as my personal American Idol, DIDI Benami leaves this season. Words cannot express how depressing this is and how frustrating the season has become. DIDI is different. She ain’t just a finalist that I’m rooting for this season. I will go as far as saying that she is my favorite Idol ever. She may not be the best, but there’s just something about her that melts me every time I hear her captivating voice and that oh-so-perfect smile.

In the past seasons, whenever my favorite leaves the competition, I swore to not watch Idol anymore but ended up not missing any episodes anyway. Probably because I consider meself a true Idol fan. But not this time around. It’s oh-so-different. Countless proclamations of this season being the worst ever. And I agree with them. And the one saving grace for me, DIDI, was sent home packing. Why bother? I have no one to look forward to. At least in the past, when a good one goes home, there are still other finalists who might be less deserving but will be more than happy to piss off everybody by bringing “moments” week after week. Not this year. I do not see anyone that will blow me away the way DIDI did.

DIDI was the first Idol hopeful who I believe the judges actually considered using their save for. It’s just that to use the save this early in the competition is highly unlikely. Regardless, I feel screwed.

Thank you, DIDI Benami for auditioning and making it to American Idol. You gave me something to look forward to on Wednesdays and Thursdays in the three months that you were on air. Please continue your music career as you will always have a fan, supporter and an admirer in me. Yes, indeedy, DIDI! (—,)

Coffee Mate - Inspired

2010-02-28T11:37:00.003+08:00

Nescafe always delivers awesome advertisements. And I must say that this is by far my favorite. The 34-second video captures the simplicity and purity of a sophisticated couple. Those of you really know me will be thinking, “You hypocrite bastard. You do not believe in all this absurdity.” Quite true.

But, here’s my take on its message: young couple, enjoying each other’s company, not fully committed, living on their own, and no pesky kids around. Now that, for me, is the perfect way to live. Awesome!

Won’t hurt too if the girl in this one will be the same in my version: Solenn Heussaff! (—,)

Catch-22 Celebration

2010-01-10T17:14:00.002+08:00

I hate new years. Well, I don’t hate-hate it; I just do not love the idea. See, when a new year starts, it signifies that my current age will end as well. Obviously, I do not like growing a year older. Upon reaching 18, I wanted to stop growing older. I was of legal age and let’s leave it at that. But no!

The other reason why I feel miserable on Januaries is because in the recent years, I was never able to decide on what to do for my birthday. When I was younger, bringing loot bags to school makes you an elementary god. Swimming parties and theme parks makes a kid say, “This is the best birthday ever!” Lunch and dinner with the family is a safe bet to celebrate my birthday, but then again, I have been doing that since I’ve started this whole birthday celebration thing. Not to take anything away from them because I am eternally grateful for all the parties and events held in my honor. But it has come to a point where I want to do something unique and different for my birthday.

For the coming weekend, I planned on going up to Baguio but then I realized I won’t have anyone to go up with. I’m still contemplating on whether I should travel by myself. It might actually do some good for me. Or, one of my uncles just offered a certificate for an overnight stay in one of the best resorts here in the country. But I still want to go with people in my age group. Maybe I should do something extreme to make this a memorable one.

What I really want to do though is simple. It’s so simple that it will sound really pitiful. What would really make me happy is a simple date. I just want to spend my birth day eating, hanging out and doing ordinary stuff with someone awesome. But, that’s wishful thinking. I have no one to go out with.

I swear... This will be the last year I will feel this way before and on my birthday. Next year, I’ve been in this world for a quarter of a century. That needs some serious celebrating. I will throw one of the biggest parties that I guarantee people I invite will bow down to the Party God! That is, if I do not have someone to share my birthday with someone, well, awesome! (--,)

Personal Top Ten Songs of 2009

2010-01-09T00:08:00.016+08:00

In 2008, I finally succumbed to party tunes and welcomed urban music. That kinda continued to 2009 but my selection consists mostly of pop tunes. They’re mostly singles from chicks, but, who cares? I said personal. I enjoy pop music.

Glee also played a big part on my music last year but since it did not release any original songs, they don’t make the cut!

10. Miley Cyrus - Party In The U.S.A.
The first Miley Cyrus song that is actually good. Listened to it just before the year ended so it still counts, right?

09. Black Eyed Peas – I Gotta Feeling
This might be the number one song of the year, so obviously, it’ll show in everyone’s charts. Didn’t really “feel” it that much though.

08. LMFAO feat ‘Lil Jon – Shots
Shots shots shots shots shots... shots shots shots shots shots... shots shots shots shots shots... Everybody!

07. Pussycat Dolls feat A.R. Rahman - Jai Ho
India’s best soundtrack song of 2008 gets a pop makeover from the Pussycat Dolls. This track spawned much love for the Indian culture.

06. Taylor Swift – You Belong With Me
How can you not include Taylor Swift? Seriously, she’s the breakthrough artist of 2009 and you just can’t help but relate to the message of the song.

05. The Fray – You Found Me
The only manly song in my list and might be the soundtrack of my year, if that makes sense.

04. Ke$ha - Tik Tok
Ke$ha will go places in 2010. Trust me. People who brush their teeth with a bottle of Jack always succeed in life. And she’s hot.

03. Keri Hilson feat Kanye West, Ne-Yo – Knock You Down
Might be the most underrated song of 2009. Wait, it does feature Kanye so, snubness accepted! But I still really loved this song.

02. Cobra Starship feat Leighton Meester - Good Girls Go Bad
Blair Waldorf, the Queen Bee herself, sings in this track! Is that not reason enough? And keytarist Victoria Adams also appears in my hottest people in 2009.

01. Paradiso Girls feat Eve, ‘Lil Jon - Patron Tequila
Aria Crescendo. This is a girl that I can totally see myself enjoying with. Oh, right, about the song. It encourages girls to drink tequila and somewhat awesome advertisement for Patron. Why is it number one? Aria Crescendo and it’s about alcohol! Put ya drinks up!ü

Music for 2010: Mash-ups and Remixes. And more from Glee!

Up Next: Top Ten Movies of 2009 (--,)

Don’t Stop Being Awesome

2010-01-01T23:45:00.001+08:00

I never did!

Happy New Year! Now that my obligatory greeting’s out of the way, I can go about my business of welcoming 2010 with my first hurrah.

AWESOME...is the word I was looking for last night/year when I felt like I had to write something just before the year ends. Indeed, 2009 was an awesome year and not just because I’m awesome, but like I said, there were lots to be thankful for from the year that just passed.

For 2010, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just take 2010 one day at a time. I will not set any goals since I don’t accomplish them anyways. The Mayan Party God saw light in 2009, and he shall still rule in 2010.

Don’t stop believing... another thing I am not capable, I’m afraid, of not doing! (--,)

It was Fine, 2009

2009-12-31T22:27:00.003+08:00

After a four-month hiatus, maybe I should write a short tribute to 2009. After all, it did bring lots of great things for me. The thing is nothing really comes to mind when I try to think of one. Was 2009 that awesome that I forgot how it passed by?

To sum it all up, 2009 was a very eventful year. Totally eventful as I’ve been into numerous events that made me more awesome than I already am. I promise to do a year-end review before I go back to my normal self after the Holidays and maybe the top 10 awesomest events and parties I’ve been to.

Wasn’t even able to write that much and I blame it all to my busyness as a Mayan Party God. LOL! That’s why I’m thankful for my Tumblr account. I kinda gave updates about me the last two months through pictures and one-liners.

Five memorable words about 2009: PARTY. CAREER. WEDDINGS. DEATHS. MOVIES. (--,)

PS: I just realized that my 2009 goal was to gain weight. Idiot! Setting goals that are not achievable. LOL!

August

2009-09-13T20:51:00.013+08:00

The start of August was devastating for all free Filipinos worldwide. Our beloved Ex-President Corazon Aquino passed away leaving behind a legacy no other Asian might achieve for a long time. Wrote a separate entry here. But, aside from Tita Cory’s death, August made 2009 fun and worthy again. August boasts of awesome parties that included a contender for Event of the Year, memorable nightouts, a glorious wedding, birthdays of important people, et cetera. Trust me, I loved it.

August 1, 2009 | Ex-President Corazon Aquino Passes Away

Related entry: Thank you, Cory

August 1-2, 2009 | Maritime Academy of Asia and the Pacific

If there was another event other than the sad one above that I was not jumping for joy for, it was this one: a mandatory visit to Dad and his new career in the Marines. The campus grounds were seriously awesome. State-of-the-art equipment and Eastern technology, so for a very, very, very brief moment of disillusionment, I actually considered enlisting for the Marines. I’d probably die on my first day of training. Dad seems to be really adjusting with provincial life so that’s good. In conclusion: I will not survive provincial life!

August 5, 2009 | Ex-President Corazon Aquino Laid to Rest

In a ceremony similar his late husband and unofficial National Hero, Ninoy Aquino, Cory Aquino was laid to rest with over half a million people following the procession from Manila Cathedral to her final resting place that is Manila Memorial Park, beside Ninoy. It took almost 10 hours but she reached there peacefully. It was a fitting end for another National Hero.

August 7, 2009 | T&C General Assembly
& Third Year Anniversary

I know not much about the general assembly except that I was awarded a Certified Captionist plaque and that they played some sort of game and there were free donuts. My superior decided to speak with me one-on-one because my superior feels there’s something wrong and I need to share. Fine, I did. I was honest and I couldn’t care less. We’re fine now, at least I think we are. This day also marks my third year in the company. Big whoop.

August 8, 2009 | Home Depot Session with the Mean Boys

What a memorable night. Never would have I ever imagine that I will forget my ATM pin, thus, making me moneyless the whole night. What’s worse? It was before we started our session making me sober and alert. Sheer stupidity on my part. Went to this bar in Home Depot, Ortigas, too bad I forgot the name of the place. We did win a bag full of condoms and other Frenzy swags. Awesome! Transferred to Sidebar Café at El Pueblo after and met with old friends, but still without any funds, we weren’t able to go to the “after-after-party” which would make all one’s woes go away. “I Never” was introduced in this session.

August 14, 2009 | Registered Voter

Because I am such a responsible citizen of my country, I have decided to register for the upcoming 2010 elections. That, and because the registration committee decided to personally visit our village and allow residents to register in the convenience of their own area. Never thought there are so many unregistered people. Just think how much vote these people are.

August 15, 2009 | G.I. Joe: The Rise of the Cobra

This day started with me scouring the northern area of Metro Manila for the perfect formal coat, or at least a coat that will fit me. I did find one in SM Megamall, it was like it was tailored for me…so yay for that. Finished early so I decided to pick up O and we watched G.I. Joe in SM Mall of Asia. Yes, it solidified my undying love for Sienna Miller and that movie might actually the movie of the year for me. We’ll see. Ate dinner at Roasters afterwards with some shocking revelations for dessert. LOL!

August 18, 2009 | Enterprise Breakfast with Mamee and Diana

Well, I got me meself an iPod shuffle just for eating breakfast with Mamee and Diana. Woohoo! Thank you, Mamee. Never knew there were some very interesting and hot patrons in that building eating very early. Must meet and dine there more.

August 20, 2009 | Authentic Korean Haircut

After like two months, I decided to have my hair cut. It needs volume and shape and I also need to look presentable for the upcoming wedding that I am attending. I did not want my usual style so I decided to try out this Korean salon near our office. When I say authentic, your hair stylists are really Koreans who I had a hard time communicating with, because they only respond to yes and no and hand gestures. I liked the result though. And it’s cheaper than my regular stylist, so.

August 21, 2009 | Makeshift MeanBoys Session
at Pier One, The Fort

With the weather really bad and no plans whatsoever, I decided to dial up some friends’ digits hoping for a night of drinking and hooking up. Indeed, we got together to drink. As expected, just to drink. Like I said, it was short-noticed so not much happened, just exchanged silly stories and went home earlier than usual. We did not win condoms that night and there aren’t any after-after-parties.

August 29, 2009 | Roi and Maricar’s Wedding

Months of preparations but years in the making. Uncle Roi (as I fondly call him) ties the knot with his long-time love, Maricar. Surprised as I am for them asking me to be a part of their entourage, I was really excited and totally grateful. They chose Mary Immaculate Nature Church at Las Piñas as the place to exchange vows. The road to the site was known for its heavy traffic, which made my supposed less than one hour trip to be two and a half. I did not make the pre-pictorials for the entourage, which I am really apologetic for, Uncle. Anyway, the wedding went off without a hitch and it ended well. Met some interesting Southern people and discovered that a real uncle of mine is a very famous individual in their province. Cool! Enjoyed the wedding. Now, I’m off to the second part of this epical day: VanessaPalooza 2009.

August 29-30, 2009 | VanessaPalooza 2009

As if a grand wedding isn’t enough, it’s also Vanessa’s 25th birthday party and she decided to throw a party of ultimate proportions. Why the ultimate proportions? Because the party was held in her and O’s hometown: Cavite, the one place I try to avoid for reasons that Cavite is a different region and bad things happen to me when I travel there. But, in the spirit of camaraderie and just because I wouldn’t miss an event such as that, armed with Vanessa’s personalized map, I drove there, from Las Piñas to Cavite, all by myself, and I only got lost, like, a couple of times? Made it in one piece. My arrival was grand, of course, as I was wearing my wedding clothes. The guys are already there but it was only when I they felt my presence that they decided to kick off VanessaPalooza, at least, according to O. Great food, free-flowing drinks which is unusual for me because beers were the first one to go before the Cruisers. Swanky! We played “I Never...” a drinking game O and I were dying to play with friends. Lots of revelations and some friendly bantering which ended up into some controversial alienation. LOL! Vanessa’s rented videoke machine comes with a mic stand, it added drama. Anyway, most of us slept there because the party lasted until breakfast, thereafter, a long drive home. Thank you, Vanessa. See you in the next VanessaPalooza 2014! Hahaha!

August 31, 2009 | TriNoma Lunch and Merienda with Parents

For some reason, yet again, Dad’s been itching to spend his money on us and we are more than happy to oblige. It’s just that we were so busy the whole month that even long weekends (which does to not apply to my loser job) are luxuries. Finally, we found time to be with him. We ate at Gerry’s because he loves ‘em native cuisine and I treated them to Five Cows Resto and Ice Cream Bar. Awesome way to end an awesome month.

My word of the month is “Awesome,” obviously. I’m purposely including it in every sentence or phrase that I say. It’s gonna be big, I tell you. Awesome. Awesome August. Yeah! I did miss Bino’s birthday session start of the month…that sucks! And on the same night as VanessaPalooza’s, August-born Mean Boys threw a huge party and Paul O. called for a session/meeting with the old bankers for night of seafood and cocktails. Obviously, I cannot split myself into 4 so I wasn’t there. But as you have read, there were other marvelous celebrations that compensated for that.

Shoutout of Happy Birthdays to: +Papa Pedro. T.Lisa, Bugal,Tonichi, Loti, Soffy, Kimi, Anita, Paolo G., Val, Jio, Cuyeg, Tatz, Don J., Biboy Chris, Nyce, Nikoy, Vanessa, Eunice, Talla and to my loving cousins: Bea and Angelo

So those were some of the best moments of August 2009. I hope people enjoyed the month as much as I did. Funny, August always seemed boring to me. Nothing much happens. And it never tops the following month, which is my favorite of the year, the month that lots of life-changing things happen, where only three days of this month I know no one of celebrating their birthdays, marks the start of the “-Ber” season: September. (--,)

July

2009-08-23T18:14:00.003+08:00

True enough, June was but a fluke in this glorious year. July was not as worthy as the first five months of ’09 but it will do. All in all, the proper adjective for July is…bittersweet!

July 3, 2009 | Neng’s 24th at Music Match

Okay. So the King of Pop died on Neng’s real birthday but she contests that the since we are one day ahead of the Western Civilization, the world was not mourning the day she should be celebrating. Anyway, great way to kick off the month: sing, sing, and singing. Solos were performed, duets were sang, people were emotional after hearing certain tunes (LOL!) but all in all, good times! Happy Birthday and Thank You, Diana!

July 5, 2009 | Maggie’s 11th Birthday

My ultra smart and cartoon-loving cousin celebrates her 11th year on earth in a very unusual way: ice skating. Just because we love her so, the whole family gave in to her demands and there we were in SM Mall of Asia’s skating rink. But before the kids go all smooth and slippery, a hearty and another unusual lunch…at Hooter’s. Would you believe? Yes, it is possible. Well, my Ninong, Uncle and I enjoyed the meal very much. LOL! After lunch, Maggie’s plan commences. I, of course, was too chicken to step on the ice so it was Camille’s job to accompany the birthday girl whilst we stayed on the stands, waved stupidly and took pictures. I love you, Maggie. Happy Birthday!

July 7, 2009 | Pepper Lunch, Rockwell with Odette

Ever since Odette and I found out that we follow Ms. Chuvaness’ blog posts, we decided we will eat at her resto: Pepper Lunch at Rockwell. As this day was one of them rare voluntary time offs day, we felt…it’s time. The meal was pricier than your average restaurant, but, I’d definitely say it’s worth it. If only I had time and energy to write a review, Ms. Chuvaness would be proud of my pitiful attempt to praise her food spot. I found a new term of endearment for O = Honey Brown! :)))

July 9, 2009 | FHM Philippines 100 Sexiest Women 2009

The title is pretty much self-explanatory. Did I stutter? Do you seriously want to hear my experiences or just ogle at 100 lovely ladies? Thought so.

July 12, 2009 | Iya’s 76th Birthday

We’re celebrating Iya’s birthday this year with a theme: simplicity. LOL! Last year, it was her 75th so we went all out and threw her a glamorous luncheon. The family was contented with just being together and eating great food. So long as we’re all there. Happy Birthday, Iya. Ü

July 16, 2009 | Stranded Home

My first unplanned leave of the year. To play hooky? To go meet up with friends? To go out of town? Not even close. Try being stuck at home because all exit points of Parañaque: Nichols, Bicutan, Moonwalk…all flooded. What can I do? It wasn’t my fault but the office made me feel that somehow it was. Great people, they really are.

July 17, 2009 | Harry Potter & The Half-Blood Prince with Talla

One of the most anticipated movies of the year, and I have a real live person to watch it with. I liked it. Piece of advice: do not watch a 2-hour and 30-min movie sitting in the front row. It’s not that I did not enjoy it, but the splitting headache afterwards begged to differ. Thank you, Maika for taking time out of your busy schedule and going with me for movie night. I kinda hoped it will be the start of many more to come.

July 18, 2009 | Lola Vir’s 90th Birthday

There was a mass before the party started and in the homily, the priest asked a series of questions. Who among here are 10-20 years of age? Then 20-30, so on and so forth. And then, only one hand was raised when he got to 90 and above. Seriously? 90 years old? I’d be thankful if I reach 40, with the rate we’re going? Lola Vir was as bubbly and strong as a 50-year-old. One can’t help but admire her outlook in life. Fun night and delicious dinner. I got to wear nice threads too. That’s always worth mentioning.

July 21-22, 2009 | Home/Sick

When it rains, it pours. After calling for work the week before, my reason for absence for this one: sickness. Finally, after weeks of preventive measures to keep myself healthy, I succumbed to a flu-like state but nothing grave. I wasn’t feverish but my joints all hurt and I had a serious cold where I was so close to throw my nose out the window. I got well, obviously, or I wouldn’t be writing this, would I? Two days of no work, sitting or lying all day in front of the TV and laptop…probably the best two days of this month!

July 25, 2009 | Accomplished Physical Exam

Before this day, it was the worst 50 days or so of the year for me. Always been vocal about hating medical and physical exams and I personally believe that they are useless. But I got by, like I always did. There’s a separate entry for this (it was that huge). Click here: ReAPEr.

July 25, 2009 | A Wedding

Somebody got hitched. Congratulations!

July 29, 2009 | Chef d’Angelo with Mamee, Neng, Zelle

Monthly thing. Dinner with Ces, Neng and Zelle at Chef d’Angelo. Zelle just left the company making me and Neng the only surviving two in this group. Godspeed to her.

July was pretty eventful. I just realized that most of I mentioned are bordering on a little off-putting to downright negative. But I survived, didn’t I? 100 Sexiest Women of 2009 more than compensated for my sickness and being stranded home. Time with family was more than enough to give me strength for my greatest fear ever. So, I must say, good times.

Shoutout of Happy Birthdays to: Iya, Maggie, Viveca, Bams, Nikka Bianca, U.Caloy, Bino, K.Winston, Kibi, Carmi, Antonella

Seventh month of the year. One more and we welcome the “-Ber” months. August promises to hold lots of parties and a sort of appetizer for the extravagant that is September. I love the number eight and August is the eighth month, which means basically nothing. But I know thy shall deliver. I should know. Why? Look how late I wrote this entry! (--,)

Thank You, Cory

2009-08-06T17:57:00.003+08:00

We are running out of icons.

Last Saturday, August 1, 2009, I was not generally eager for my weekend as I was obliged to visit my father in Bataan. The depressing weather and leaving very early that day did not help at all. It could not get any worse. It definitely could. It was all over the news: Ex-President Corazon Aquino passes away. I was devastated.

Thank you, Cory! Thank you!

I could write about her achievements and how great she was…but I would rather not. If you are a Filipino, you know what made her who she was. I will say this though: no death of a person affected me this much. Which is weird for an EDSA Revolution baby on grounds that it is obvious that back then, I was not yet aware of what was happening in our country. Maybe because she was the president I grew to love when I was finally coherent. Or maybe because she was that lady who always wear bright yellow outfits and never failed to smile on her every image. I also have the utmost respect for a female commander-in-chief and heads of states, so that may very well be it.

I cried when I was watching this documentary about her. I cried when they shared the love story of her and Ninoy. (A Scholastican and a Bedan…perfect!) I cried when they showed clips from the People Power Revolution back in ’86. I shed a tear and saluted when her remains passed by Ayala-Buendia. I cried when her family and close friends gave their eulogies. I cried when the AFP gave her the funeral honors a former commander-in-chief deserves. Like I said, I was devastated.

After five days of serious Philippine mourning, things are back to normal. Filipinos are mostly back to not caring about anyone or anything than their own selves. Crimes and negativity are yet again apparent and main themes of news reports. People are enjoying themselves by discussing showbiz gossips. Politicians are using Mrs. Aquino’s death for their own political gain. Individuals waited for her to be laid to rest before writing negative thoughts about her. Blah, blah, blah.

President Maria Corazon “Cory” Sumulong Cojuangco Aquino was, is and will always be my favorite president. Thank you, Cory. Thank you!

Record Breaker

2009-07-26T17:22:00.007+08:00

A couple of days ago, whilst preparing for my return to the office, I was scanning the radio and came across a catchy party tune. Cool! Must be a new Lady GaGa single. Very fitting too as she’s going to be performing here two Saturdays from now. Or maybe even Britney getting her magic back and actually coming up with a proper dance song. It was that appealing and engaging that it’s definitely going into my playlist. Imagine my surprise when the radio voiceover said it was the latest jingle of this local brand of shampoo and it was sung by a local but very popular artist.

The song Record Breaker is the latest single by Sarah Geronimo. Weird, huh? Well, like I said, I was surprised that it was OPM but not really with the one who came out with it. I may find her a little corny at times but one cannot deny the pipes of this girl. I’m impressed, really. Now, if only she keeps making this type of music and staying true to the pop persona, she might even gain the same success in the international scene.

The problem with our society is that we get too comfortable with subtleness and are easily satisfied with what works. Perfect example would be singer Kyla, dubbed as the Philippines’ R&B Princess. And yet, she keeps coming out with ballads and mediocre revivals. When she released MJ’s Human Nature as a single, I had it on continuous play for a long time. Sure, it wasn’t original but the song still falls into the R&B genre. And she was totally awesome in that song. Recently, she released another song, Back in Time, a duet with colleague Jay-R. It had what I was looking for…that R&B flavor. She really needs to keep doing this kind of songs and hopefully, not losing her R&B swagger. Methinks she’s the only one who can really pull it off.

Going back to Record Breaker, I seriously wish Sarah considers doing this kind of music from now on. Of course, she cannot drop her hosting duties in that Sunday afternoon variety show at it helps in her success but she may want to stay away from those group performances where singers are made to sing contemporaries. She’s much better than that. She needs to be true to her moniker of being the Popstar Princess. Dedicate your talents to pop, nothing wrong with it.

Watch her “Record Breaker” birthday performance in ASAP ‘09
from her official website...

...and Kyla and Jay-R’s Back in Time performance
in the 2009 MYX Music Awards:

ReAPEr

2009-07-25T22:49:00.008+08:00

Do not mistake my confidence with courage. I’m not some little sissy girl but if I can avoid physical conflicts or any conflict for that matter, I shall! I can probably talk my way out of most things, again, not involving courage; definitely attributed to confidence. So, it’s just normal that I have phobias. Never really gave it much thought and just try to get by it if need be. But for the past 50 days or so, this being terrified of sharp objects reached gigantic scales.

A visit from GREAPER2

Annual Physical Exam, what else? Some things I dread annually: that random two weeks I will be seriously sick, my birthday (reason being I age but I love the festivities), and the worst: company physical exam. I hate sharp objects, okay. It’s not the pain nor the blood; it’s the whole thought of being poked by a needle and your precious blood extracted. Gory and uncomfortable, I tell you. But, as the law applies to all or none at all, I have to comply. Every year, I get by fine. Good, right? You’d think I’d be jaded by it after all these years. Well, I thought so too. It’s different as the deadline approaches.

It was announced early last month, June, that we have to undergo the damn thing. What can I do? Simple: prolong my agony by procrastination, which is actually stupid because it prolongs my agony. So, for almost or beyond 50 days, I was terrified mentally, exhausted physically, and seriously ill-tempered. I would say that it was worse this year than the last two as I felt like it really affected me personally. It’s over though. I had accomplished it this morning. Like last year, a few seconds and my dilemma is effing over.

What do you know, two of my most dreaded annual moments happened within the month as I also had that “very sick state.” Wow. I must have really pissed off those people in-charge or someone who dictates my fate. I may be skeptic about you, destiny, but nevertheless, I’m sorry. Please do not stick sharp metal objects into me again.

P.S.: and someone important got hitched this afternoon.
Well, that’s that. Congratulations!

Sickening

2009-07-21T14:34:00.004+08:00

Second blog in less than a week, something must be really wrong with me. Oh, yes. I am stuck home yet again. This time around, I am sick. Gots to give meself credit. I have dodged viruses and disease-stricken teammates for a month or so. Thing is, once I come down something, I’m useless, well, more than usual.

Sore effing throat matched with dry cough is never fun. I usually dismiss these petty ill feelings by thinking that it’s nothing and I’d be well in no time. It will need much more than some minor sickness to make me miss work day. (No, not loyalty. Please! More concerned with the repercussions I will suffer after as companies such as ours does not really care that much about the health and welfare of their employees, well, at least if they don’t follow SOP). Not today.

I followed SOP. It’s just that I missed the “call-two-hours-before-shift” rule by nine measly minutes. And with that, it’s my second insubordination in less than a week. I feel honored. But what can I do? Our work force people were born to annoy and make matters worse for us. So do not give me that “just-doing-their-job” thing. In Jamie’s words, “I do not give a flying fuck.”

I miss my past superiors. I feel they care more and handle the team properly. One of us gets sick and you actually believe they genuinely care and will do everything in their power to make sure this sickness of yours is not used against you. That’s a leader right there. Nowadays you get sick and it’s your fault that you did not anticipate you being not well and you should’ve followed SOP and you should do this and you should do that and you should follow this…again, not giving a flying fuck!!! Hate being sick so much, it sickens me!

Stranded in Merville

2009-07-16T10:11:00.005+08:00

Wow. Actual free time write to something. And wouldn’t you know it, I have nothing interesting to share. So I’m stuck home, on a work day. Here’s why. All Parañaque service road exit points: Nichols, Bicutan, Moonwalk…flooded! And I mean ridiculously flooded. I was already in the comfort of a Besta van shuttle along West Service Road, for an hour and a half, to no avail. Even trucks are not risking it. Chickens! So I just went home. Why is it that every time I wear my light brown socks, they always get wet from water pools and flood?

I think I saw a bald monk running towards the bell tower...

Lots of people are envious of my situation as I get to rest or watch DVD the whole day. Damn straight I can. But then again, I can already feel the memo and reprimanding of the T&C council members tomorrow. We all know how sucky BPO policies on emergency leaves are. You’re already bleeding to death or your legs decapitated and you still ain’t excused, unless you call! “It is not our fault that you did not anticipate what you experienced!” I wonder. Let’s say you work in the outsourcing business, same rules and policies apply. For some reason you’re a suspect and is detained. You only get one phone call. Do you call your attorney or your company’s workforce? Obviously, your lawyer. But admit it, for a split second you were considering calling your office, right? Bah!

So I just wasted a perfectly normal working day doing nothing. Ah, yes. Exactly how absentness should be spent.

I just realized. Heaven forbid, there is a zombie attack on where I live, and there’s a massive storm like now, I’d die! We’re trapped. Like I said, all points! I’d be eaten. Tsk!

EDIT: It’s already 5:00 pm and only an hour left before my supposed shift ends and our work force is still busy! Impressive, most impressive!

June

2009-07-05T17:50:00.004+08:00

June may be the first disappointment of 2009. Yes, harsh, but it’s the truth! This month even includes one of the worst days I have ever experienced in my 23 years of existence. I spent most days complaining and moping than actually enjoying. Weekends were especially terrible as I was a prisoner of my own rest days.

Maybe it’s them Gregorians telling me I had too much fun last May and I need to cut back on all the fortunes and blessings I have been receiving. But of course, I am not taking away everything from good ol’ June. It had its moments. Inconsequential but still noteworthy.

June 1, 2009 | The Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien Pilot

Starting one’s month highlights with a TV show is a sign of doucheness. Regardless, it’s Conan and I am a devoted fan! Conan O’Brien finally moves to the West Coast and took over The Tonight Show. Will Ferrell and Pearl Jam were his first-ever guests.

June 2, 2009 | Uncle Alex & Tita Gee’s
19th Wedding Anniversary

Their family was supposed to go to Palawan this year for their annual out-of-town celebration but for reason I do not know, they did not push through. They opted instead for a hearty and heavenly dinner at their house complete with grilled foods and cold treats. 20 years next year, interesting!

June 5, 2009 | One of the Worst Days Ever

June marks the beginning of the rainy season. Morning of this day, Mom was suffering from her usual chest pains and fatigue, so she went to Makati Med to have herself checked up. The shuttle driver going there did not help as he was really, effingly slow! Counting his money over and over again. It did not stop there. Chocolate souvenirs are to be picked up by these customers that are family friends so it should be okay, right? Wrong. They are not familiar with Makati and we simply cannot agree on the time and place. That’s two boxes of fragile treats! The least they could do is make it easier for both parties by being able to compromise! And as if the day could not get any worse, by nighttime, I was stranded in the office because the stupid and useless rain flooded Parañaque service roads which made it hard for shuttle services to return to Ayala terminal for second and third trips. I got home around midnight too drained, felt like going through the seven circles of hell. But...I did get to fulfill one goal of mine: I was able to leisurely walk in the city amidst the pouring rain. Just like one of ‘em music videos or coffee commercials. LOL!

June 12, 2009 | Sir Olidan’s Homecoming Dinner
with Classic ABE

Olidan was our junior year adviser and tax professor back in college. He tried his luck in Dubai and just recently went home to fix some things. Good thing he had time to meet up with his former students and share stories and reminisce. Mind you, these are Classic ABE, not the usual Mean Boys. Nevertheless, it was great catching up with these guys! Oh, and the food, awesome and epic! Best of all: they’re free!

June 14, 2009 | Vince’s Life: The Next Chapter and Shopping

So I finally got my much anticipated adjustment, one of the better things to share this month. Mom said that I need to buy something to remember this “momentous” time. Bah! I hate shopping for pants but I need pants so I bought pants! What? You think I’m wasting my earnings with a new gadget that I will hardly use nor need? Best purchase of this day: Vince’s Life: The Next Chapter. I had waited for four long years to the sequel for my favorite book of all-time: Vince’s Life. And yes, it delivered because it affected me and made me think. Just like what the first book did way back in 2004! LOL!

June 17, 2009 | aVeneto Dinner with Diana and Mamee

Simple dinner. We were supposed to go Chinese but Z wasn’t with us as usual so we scrapped the Asian cuisine plan!

June 26, 2009 | Goodbye Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett

Okay. The month may have sucked for me but it was nothing compared to what the world felt and experienced with the surprising demise of the world’s greatest entertainer, the King of Pop: Michael Jackson. Yes, I am a fan so the news was hard to accept. As of this writing, speculations surrounding the death of MJ are still being discussed. Also, four hours before the world learned about the tragic news, another pop icon, Farrah Fawcett, succumbed to her battle with cancer. Two icons in one day is just too much for mankind to handle.

June 27, 2009 | NCAA Season 85 Opening Ceremonies

The Red Lions’ bid for Four-Peat begins on this day. As reigning and defending champions of the league, we are still tagged as the team to beat and the Lions solidified that title by massacring the Mapua Cardinals by 33 points in the opening game. Making sure the collegiate world knows that even with the Big Three: Ekwe, Menor and Escobal’s departure, the Red Lions will not miss their services as their replacements are more than capable to bring home another championship trophy to Mendiola. Photo credit: RedLens

June 29, 2009 | Transformers II: Revenge of the Fallen

I have said before that Transformers II: Revenge of the Fallen may be the only movie that stood a chance against Star Trek for 2009! Regardless of the harsh criticism the movie is getting, I stand by my decision that I was, as expected, correct. They said the flick was the highest grossing B-film ever made and people should check their brains at the entrance of the theaters. Okay, critics! You’ve made your point. Now, do you have $400 million for profits? Will you ever have a chance of scoring with Megan Fox? I pray that these people realize that this film was made for entertainment, not to go against Benjamin Buttons and Slumdog Millionaires, or they meet Devastators. By the way, I still say this film should be titled: Megan Fox and Transformers II: Revenge of the Fallen.

June did not sound that bad after all. I just did not enjoy it that much. I missed one of the concert events of 2009: Pussycat Dolls Live in Manila, and the annual and most social event party event was postponed!

Shoutout of Happy Birthdays to: Kads, Ma-Anne, Kimberly, Vince, Uncle Man, Nina, Neng, Ronn, Ta-Ta, Tito Paul, Bobby

The H1N1 virus reached the Philippine shores and spread very rapidly, making our country having the highest victim count in the Southeast Asia. Another thing, several wedding announcements were made this month, which led me to the conclusion that there are two “in” things right now: get sick or get married. I think six people from the office are getting married this year. Isn’t there a law that makes these ceremonies not okay? Sukob, anyone?

Hey, June. You made it bad. Took a sad song and made it worser.
Remember to let her into your heart. Then can you start to make it better.

Good riddance! I only hope that July delivers better. I have several plans and maybe even resurrecting my urban wanderings. Family birthdays celebrations are guaranteed so that’s something to look forward to. And I’m resisting the urge to have a haircut! Peace! (--,)

Intelligent Scorpio Thinker

2009-06-21T15:30:00.007+08:00

Perfect afternoon: the sun shining brightly, people treating their fathers to malls because it’s Dad’s day, lots of things to do...and yet, I wasted three hours of my “rest day” Facebook-ing. Sheesh! Answering pointless quizzes, commenting on posts of friends, exchanging stupid nothings with online people, yes, it actually kills precious time. But the afternoon was not a total waste. I refuse to see it that way because that is three hours of precious life I will never get back! LOL!

Facebook quizzes are generally senseless but one has to admit that it’s actually fun and sometimes, it kinda makes you think. Let me share two of them quizzes I decided to take a while ago. If I had known better, I would say the explanations were taken from my own thoughts.

Timmy completed the quiz “Who is your “perfect match”?”
with the result: Intelligent Thinker.

Your perfect match is someone who is kind, creative and quiet. This person is a thinker, someone who enjoys observing and analyzing the world. This type of person is content to let you do all the talking, yet is intelligent and bright and can contribute a wealth of knowledge to any conversation. While this person might seem aloof or even shy, once you get to know them, they are incredibly interesting, full of life and their serious side will compliment your more out-going nature. The top traits they are looking for in a mate include someone who is supportive, compassionate and understands their introverted nature. While this person might be somewhat skeptical that love exists because they are not big risk-takers and they choose their friends cautiously, deep down they are ready and eager to fall in love and will fall deeply for you, forming a deep and eternal bond.

I don’t know about quiet but calm and collected, I would take. Sounds like the perfect girl for me. I guarantee that we will have loads of fun together. And yes, I know it’s only a match and matches may mean a lot of things, but hey, who knows, we might actually hit it off! Honestly, I have someone in mind!

...and...

Timmy completed the quiz “Who is your lifetime match?”
with the result:
They are born between 24th October-22nd November.

People sometimes find you cold and reserved. They don't know you well enough though because in reality you're warm and passionate with sensitivity to nature and natural beauty. But you hide your feelings. You're a natural worrier and as soon as you fall in love, you're afraid of being deserted. It's this fear that too often prevents you from committing or doing what feels right deep down: for example, leaving someone you love through fear of them abandoning you one day. But over time, you gain confidence in yourself and your relationships have a better chance of lasting. Hidden agendas don't exist with you pair, as you both expect honesty and loyalty from one another no matter how brutal it may be. You complete one another, with these people you are able to have an intellectual debate or those deep intellectual conversations which you crave. The sexual chemistry between you to will last a lifetime and you only improve with age. They respect your reserved nature as they are a big believer in privacy themselves and will allow you to naturally come out of your shell. Finally, you would have met someone who matches your stamina in and out of the bedroom...but not just in the bedroom of course. They will go the distance with you. Just listen to your heart more instead of doing the most sensible thing all the time. Listen with your heart.

Cold and reserved...two adjectives that I will put beside the brand name if ever I was being sold in boxes as products. This explanation is right on the money. People keep asking why I do not share my life with someone, well, here you go. Read it! It may not rationalize the whole thing (believe me, long story) but you get the gist of how I go about my life. Notice the commitment dilemma? Nice, nice. Call me stubborn, but I do not want to listen to what my heart says! No good will come to those who let their hearts take over! Maybe in time, God forbid! And importantly, I do not know any prospect who was born between the said dates! Damn!

One more thing. One of the questions from the second survey had this line as an answer and I am officially turning it into one of my identity psalms:

“You are a free spirit who enjoys the chase
more than the prize…”

So effing true!!!

If You Seek A You!!!

2009-06-11T01:12:00.005+08:00

If I ever get to be an old person, I mean just like those old guys who smell funny and have loads of stories, I think I’d be the totally grumpy kind. My mother says I got my petulant trait from my Lola Tits and probably from Uncle. I get irritable easily that little petty things tend to annoy me so much. Ever since forever, I distinctly remember being ill-tempered for no apparent reason. I’m not impatient. At least, not anymore. I used to be really intolerant of whatever situation I am in. But I got over that. Then again, impatience is very much different from annoyance.

For the last three weeks, my irritableness just reached gigantic proportions. “With great power comes great responsibilities!” F*You, Spiderman’s Uncle! I do not have great power, just added responsibilities. When they finally gave me the opportunity that was rightfully mine for the longest time, they think they can do anything they want as they have me on leash. Hah! Apparently, they can!

You see, I am very much grateful for believing in me but that doesn’t mean I will be happy with whatever it is you people deem necessary and good for me. This is about my schedule, yes! Bumping me up for a later shift and actually moving me to weekdays, what the hell were they thinking? Are they even making their noggins work? For 25 days I’ve been ranting and hating thinking about it, trying to accept it to no avail. It’s becoming a problem actually. Small and feeble instances will tick me off even if I understand that I shouldn’t be reacting that way. I fear it might put strains to whatever relationships I may have with those who care.

I believe that...
...their decision-making sucks big time!
...the weather’s making everything worse.
...people need to ask me out on weekends as boredom is depressing!
...commuting was invented by the devil to make people suffer!
...people are generally bad individuals because they are not good!

“Stop being a bitch, Tim! There are far more major problems people are facing everyday than your pathetic feelings towards your schedule!” “Well, fuck you! First of all, I do not give a damn about other people’s problems as I have my own dilemmas to tend to. Secondly, I just seriously don’t care.”

SON OF AN EFFING BITCH!!! If I could, I would seriously shout nasty words at the top of the tallest building in the city. If it’s possible, I would gladly throw and break freaking dishes as they say it is actually therapeutic. I just know these things will help big time. Do I need anger management? No. I am still in control. But do I need to take it easy? Definitely. All these resentment: not good for the health! I swear, my rage will do me no good!

May

2009-06-06T18:00:00.001+08:00

Action-packed is the adjective I will use to describe May. I honestly believed that it would take a couple more months before April gets unseated as “the” month of 2009. Family-wise, April still holds that honor but on a personal level, May deserves the recognition. And...so much happened in May. That I never expected in a month that is of no importance to me that much.

May’s highlight would be this life-changing opportunity and some unforgettable events were held within the span of 31 days. The month also marked finales of my favorite TV shows, which I shall include in this list just because I consider them huge deals and also, they provided momentarily excitement. Of course, I probably forgot some minor noteworthy days but the special ones will surely be written. Here you go...

May 1, 2009 | “ME” Day

I remember Kristine telling me that for me, everyday is “ME” Day! And I of course I agree because it’s true. But there are certain days that are better than most...like this day. It was Labor Day and I decided to go ahead and avail the holiday option. Had my haircut and treated myself to Mexican lunch (amidst the swine flu scare).

May 3, 2009 | Sleeping Hitman

This day marks the first time I’ve ever watched a boxing bout. I never really appreciated boxing because I feel they’re too violent. Wrestling is different since they’re fake and scripted. Oh yeah, the fight was between Manny Pacquiao against Ricky Hatton, with Pac-Man knocking out Hitman in two rounds. Waste of time, really.

May 4, 2009 | Sbarro

Just one of them dinners after shift with Mamee and Diana. We were really hungry but we still did not finish what Sbarro had to offer. Tsk! Z’s already in the morning shift but she’s “busy” so she’s not in this one.

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May 10, 2009 | Mother’s Day

Initially, my plan was to take Mum and Iya out to lunch on some Italian restaurant. Was worried though that lots of restaurants will be full of celebrations. Good thing Mum thought that inviting my Ninong and Ninangs over for lunch is a better idea. It is. It saved me from an expensive bill and it’s always fun to have my cousins over. Happy Mother’s Day!

May 12, 2009 | Star Trek

It’s official. This day made me a Trekkie. Never really much cared for Star Trek because I felt it was too complicated as it had too many series and characters. But the latest movie, oh wow! One just has to watch it to understand. I can honestly say that Star Trek will be “the” movie of 2009. Only Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen stands a chance against the awesome Spock!

May 13, 2009 | Mangan

Yet another after shift dinner, this time though, Z is present. Starbucks Coffee after because we had coupons. Hooray for coupons.

May 13, 2009 | Kodak Easy Share C913

Okay. This is totally unexpected. Sure I wanted a new camera but I never thought of getting one. I’ve never hidden my trait of being a caveman when it comes to technology, and if my current gadget is working, why replace it? But I will never refuse a free treat! I may not know the special features or how awesome my new toy is but it takes pretty shots. Thank you to my Ninang for this magnificent gift! Woohoo!

May 15, 2009 | Special-ish

A general meeting was called by the boss to announce the latest happenings in our team. We welcomed two new additions, top performers were honored (ehem, ehem) and they announced newly promoted “Specialists” (just a fancier word for Editors). Two years and eight months and four IJAFs later, finally, overlooked no more! It would have been better though if I get to share this honor with two special individuals.

May 15, 2009 | Angels & Demons

Friday Night is Movie Night. The movie gave me a new dream job. Symbologist or physicist, you might say. I was thinking, more on the lines of being the Holy See or at least, the Camerlengo. LOL! Very cool movie. Not much historical references and some major points from the novel were left out but no one could have done it better. Action-packed and fast-paced for a controversial flick is nothing short of a miracle.

May 17, 2009 | Lola Internment and Visiting Tits’ Resting Place

Caloocan...is far but we have relatives living there and so we have obligation to visit them once in a while, especially, when one of them dies. Lola is with the Lord now and is guaranteed everlasting happiness, I’m sure. We also had the chance to visit Tits’ ashes in Our Lady of Grace Columbarium.

May 21, 2009 | New American Idol

I would not have requested for my schedule to be changed on this day had I known the conclusion of American Idol’s eighth season would be the most disappointing and shocking moment of Idol history...ever! Kris Allen pulled a major upset against the hyped and sure bet Adam Lambert. How he did that, people will never really understand. Not to take anything away from Kris, but even he was expecting and hoping for Adam to take home top honors. Do not crucify the guy. It was the voters who are to blame! Oh, well...

May 21, 2009 | RoNyce

An after shift session with my new favorite couple: Ronn and Nyce. Yes, you heard it right. After almost three years, our favorite supposedly platonic couple suddenly became not-so-platonic anymore. This may come as a shock to most people, even I had an OMFG moment when it was confirmed, but we were kinda expecting this will happen...just not this soon, right? Nevertheless, we’re all rooting for you two! Hihihi!

May 22, 2009 | Renee’s Lola’s Internment and Mendiola Tour

Most of the time, Renee’s the most annoying friend we have. But I also have the utmost respect for this bozo! Amidst all the trials he is going through, he still manages to have that sunny disposition and continuously entertain/annoy everyone with his antics. That’s why it is just proper that we pay our respects to his Lola Maria. Without her, we wouldn’t have met this idiot! Hehehe. And it just so happens that the wake took place near Mendiola, one of my favorite places ever. Together with Diana, we toured Rai around the consortium and even ate at one of our hangouts during our college days. Missed my beloved school!

May 24, 2009 | Night at the Museum II: Battle of the Smithsonian

The first movie was a success, and it will stay that way. Don’t get me wrong, the sequel is still worth the ticket price and I still say you should watch it. It introduced new characters and had much more historical reference than the former. Still, I very much enjoyed my movie experience with the first one that I probably expected too much for its sequel. One good thing I got from this: I now appreciate Amy Adams. Such an awesome red-haired woman!

May 29, 2009 | Binsent’s Homecoming at Jay-J’s, Ortigas

What’s not to love about this night? I can think of one thing but I’m not letting that spoil this wonderful session with the Mean Boys. Vinchy’s officially stationed in the metro again, so he decided to round us up to celebrate. Turn out was unexpected as lots of my college friends made it on such short notice. Felt like we are really getting old as Teri’s already in the second trimester of her pregnancy. But what really surprised us that Boyds’ new girlfriend (whose name still eludes me) is also in her second trimester and a month ahead of Teri. Okay! Shocking news it was. Long story, but it still is actually. Again, what’s not to love? There were seven of us, Mean Boys, but all-in-all we were 13. Gets?

May 30, 2009 | Bowling and T.G.I.Fridays’

A month would not be a success without an event with my beloved teammates. It’s been a while since the last time we participated in any sporting event as a team and we felt that we needed to go bowling immediately, so we did, with Diana taking Kads’ spot. Had a lousy game perhaps due to my gimik the night before, thus, giving Anthony top honors. Boo! As promised, I would bring the team to T.G.I.Fridays’ to celebrate my being special, but not to pay the whole thing. We all know the similarities of pickpockets and Fridays’: they leave your wallets empty. But we did have fun and I could not think of a better way to end May.

Wow. It’s still about May, right? I feel like I’m writing about December, being lengthy and all. But I am not complaining and I am definitely thankful for it.

Shoutout of Happy Birthdays to: Johann, T.Joey, Camille G., L.Diegs, U.Mon, Nathan, T.Josette, Butch, Karen M., N.Rey, Shaila, and Lolo Angel +

Season finales were one of the main themes of this month. My favorite shows ended and people are to wait for months to know what happens for those who chose to end their seasons with cliffhangers. Supernatural, Lost, Heroes, Chuck and Gossip Girl. Prison Break had the best ending from all of them, probably the best finale since F.R.I.E.N.D.S ended five years ago. I would have included it in the list but I have already shared my two-cents worth and because it deserves a separate entry.

Okay. I just have to mention this. This was taken from the Mean Boys’ session. Like I said, there were seven of us but our total headcount were 13. Still don’t see my point? It means everyone had plus ones and I was the only single bastard in that group! A head’s up would be nice, Vince! Big deal! Yeah, I know. I should not be bitchin about it, but one can’t help but feel something when placed into those kinds of situations. Solution: might not go out with kada anytime soon! LOL! What? You think be with someone? Please!

To conclude my April entry, I was thinking twice about May. I honestly thought it wouldn’t deliver. Hell, it more than delivered! Maybe I should be discourage myself with June too. But, June holds the annual and most social party event that I am invited to. The kind of event that one needs new threads and probably another haircut: Paulooza 2009! Can’t freaking wait! Thank you, May! (--,)

We’re All Free...

2009-05-31T16:34:00.004+08:00

It’s been exactly five years since I felt this way. That’s when Ross turned around from his answering machine, opened his apartment door, and seeing Rachel outside with her uttering these very words: “I got off the plane.” I distinctly remember somewhat feeling dehydrated and soaked Kleenexes all over my room. Now before you worry, the reason behind my “hagulgol” was not a matter of life and death. It wasn’t even directly relative to me. And no one close to me died, just so we’re all clear. I just, you know, watched the final four episodes of the TV show “Prison Break.”

Series over. Season four was the final season, which gave the great show its conclusion and wrapped up all the loose ends from all those years. I don’t want to go into details on how it all went down because you should watch it to truly appreciate it or, in my case, cry like a damn little girl from all the drama. But I must say, the writers outdid themselves by serving us a spectacular finale. We got to see familiar faces and old favorites that made the show impossible to miss! My viewing experience went from total excitement from every scene to, well you know...

I still stand with my belief that the show kinda went downhill after its sophomore season and even on some parts of its final season. And it’s about time we end all of this breaking from prison! But, after giving us the conclusion, Prison Break will go down in history as one of the best shows ever. And I firmly believe that I am not the only person in this lifetime who feels that way.

Right about now, I should be writing my “May” entry and believe me, it’s gonna be a long one. But instead, I’m still sniffing ridiculously and my chest feels like someone decided to play drums inside it. Fitting will be the word I shall use to describe the ending of Prison Break! Michael, Sara, Linc and all those involved...thank you for giving four years of action-packed, drama-filled entertainment.

We’re all free...

Dear You’s

2009-05-03T23:01:00.007+08:00

Let’s thank/blame my favorite cousin, Hannah, for introducing me to the wonderful, dramatic, somewhat emo world of “Dear You’s.” It is supposed to be very therapeutic for the mind and heart. Tidbits of feelings expressed in short sentences directed to individuals concerned. Beer makes me sleepy so let’s see if this one works.

Five… four… three… two… one…

Dear You’s.

• My very first “you” is dedicated to you just because you used to be the most important person in my life. And who knows, someday you might regain that title. I’m pretty sure you will.

• Right now, “you” are the most important individual for me. Taboo? I don’t think so. I have weird taste, I know. But there’s something about you that is bringing out the fool in me.

• I missed “you.” I’m sorry I overthought things. I really thought we could be something special. But of course, I did nothing and now you are happy. I’m okay now, by the way. I really am happy that you are happy.

• So, a ghost returns. Do I turn “you” away? If you’re bringing something I want, then I certainly won’t.

• I need a new secret-keeper to replace “you.” Sure I have people in stock but what do you know? I value your opinion and your perspective. I can’t just kick it with them left.

• “You,” I am thankful for. Like I said, we’re not so much different when it comes to these things and I know you understand silly old me. You still scare me though!

• I admire “your” fighting spirit. I secretly wish I have it. Your foolishness may not be a match to my confidence but it certainly will put up a good fight. Prove to them that situations such as yours also happen in real life.

• And lastly, you know I love “you” and you’re one of my favorite persons in the world that’s why I don’t want you getting hurt. I trust that you know what you’re doing even if you’re inexperienced. I got your back s’long as you’re happy.

Surprisingly...it does help!

Bien à vous (--,)

April

2009-05-02T21:22:00.000+08:00

Before I ended my March blog, I specifically said April will deliver big time. As expected, it did. It held our family’s event of the year, which I think won’t be topped by anything soon. And our office summer get-together transpired within the month that jumpstarted several epiphanies.

The days leading to the start of the month, I promised I’d record every moment worthy to be included in my monthly recaps but I should have known better than to trust myself with such responsibility. Again, I know I’m missing some events that I attended but then they must have been sucky for me to forget them! So without further adieu, I present to you the best month so far of 2009.

April 2, 2009 | Hannah’s 18th Birthday Dinner

This day makes it official…Hannah is of legal age. Scary! I was actually already comprehensive when she was born so that means Father Time’s has his eyes one me now. Intimate family dinner and the chocolate cake that night was totally awesome; all digested after several walks around the village.

April 4, 2009 | Hannah’s 18th

Said it before, saying it again…this was the Ventura’s Event of the Year. How could it not be? We were all dressed up (even Ninong) to celebrate Hannah’s debut at Dusit Hotel. Program was great, food was great, the guests were great, her friends are awesome, so I guess the only word to describe this one is…awesome!

April 6, 2009 | Family Day at Trinoma

Last month, I mentioned that it was my father’s birthday but we did not meet up or did anything to honor that day. This was the day that changes that. Trinoma kinda sucked though. It was really far and not conducive to those who lack sleep. Eat-All-You-Can at Cabalen highlights this day.

April 10, 2009 | Black Saturday Street Foods

Okay, the occasion actually fell the day before this one, Good Friday. But as our bosses are minions of the man downstairs because they do not honor Holy Week, I wasn’t able to attend the annual Siete Palabras (7 Last Words). Picked up Iya though and they served kwek-kwek (egg fritters) and fish & squid balls whilst we used fondue sticks for dinner.

April 17, 2009 | Uncle’s 50th Birthday Dinner

Who would’ve thought siomai and a barrel of KFC’s original recipe chicken will make the absolute perfect dinner combination?! These people really know how to throw a dinner party. Uncle is golden…solid!

April 18, 2009 | T&C Summer Partehy

Close to two months in the making, our so-called “outing” turns out to be a party instead. Well, we can’t really object and we were so close to not going. But gotta hand it to our superiors for making a good case. Good food, fresh drinks, bitchin music, one wild boss sums up the night.

April 19, 2009 | Uncle’s 50th Birthday Celebration

If the night before didn’t deliver much, then it’s a good thing that Uncle decided to throw a major party for the family at our clubhouse. Oh yeah, Spanish menu was served and free-flowing beer, makings of a great party. We actually made an AVP for him, which he actually enjoyed. LOL!

April 27, 2009 | Fast & Furious

It was eight years since the first film came out, it is only fitting that I watch the movie that brought all of them back together. I almost missed this one because theaters nowadays pull out movies after two weeks or so. Whew! Movie was great, not as “whoa” like the first installment but it’s worth it.

Something tells me I’m forgetting something. Damn it! What and when it could it be? If it comes up, I shall include it.

Shoutout of Happy Birthdays to: Hannah, Uncle Alex, Heidi, Lola Des, Tita Cookie, Reg, Tita Odoy, Tita Ginny, Kevs, Cyrus, Ralph, Lawrence, Ter, Jay-M and Aries.

The one event that I missed was Kevs’ Tabu Bar birthday session as it fell on the same night as Uncle’s dinner party. In the 15 years or so that we knew each other, this is actually the first time he invited me to his birthday party, so I really am sorry and disheartened that I wasn’t able to go.

May, I don’t know about May. I’m sure it will hold some crazy nights and maybe even an outing or two. But I always hated rainy season and May marks its start. The annual MeanBoys summer getaway is schedule in the first week of May but due to avoidable circumstances, it was moved to God-knows-when. Bah!

April also presented a lot of surprises. I appreciated hip-hop this month and actually preferred dancing to singing. All thanks to Hannah’s debut. But what’s really surprising? First, well it’s not really a surprise and I kinda expected it but I wouldn’t know its impact would be that epical. Secondly, now the second was a surprise. Who would have thought it was still possible? Is it good news? We’ll find out in May. (--,)

21 Photos for 25 Moments

2009-04-20T17:31:00.026+08:00

Pick out 25 pictures to respond to these moments.

1. A picture of you in your room
- With… doing… LOL!
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2. A picture of you with someone you actually don't like
- Oh, he’s there. Go figure!
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3. A picture of you very drunk
- Taken the start of this year. My very own party I ruined! Tsk!
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4. A picture of you on your birthday or favorite holiday
- Christmas! Love the Holidays!
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5. The youngest picture you can find of yourself in digital form
- The cutest one, duh!
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6. A picture of you in one of your favorite outfits
- My favorite shirt!
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7. A picture of you making a stupid face at the camera
- [Sshhkk sshhkk sshhkk] LOL!
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8. A picture of you with both or one of your parents
- Make that both parents!
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9. A picture of a night you regret
- As I don’t believe in regrets, this does not apply.

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10. A picture of you truly being yourself
- Yeah, I’m a big eater…it just doesn’t show!
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11. The most recent picture of you
- Summer 2009
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12. A picture of you being absolutely ridiculous
- For some this may be ridiculous, but it pays the bills! Hehehe.
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13. A picture of you on top of the world
- Graduating…
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14. A picture of a time in your life that's over but you wish wasn't
- MeanBoys…my college barkada. It still feels weird that I only see these bastards once a month nowadays.
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15. A picture of a time in your life that's over and you're happy it is
- Nothing comes to mind, sorry.

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16. A picture of your favorite thing
- She’s perfect!
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17. A picture of a time when you were anything but happy
- Now would I take a snapshot of me being depressed?

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18. A picture of you when you were a different person than you are now
- Naïve, hopeful, ignorant…
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19. A picture of you with someone you love
- My cousins, who else?
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20. A picture of how you'd like the world to see you
- Classic and throwback…
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21. A picture of you that describes how you want to spend every day
- As a celebrity…
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22. A picture of a time when everything was changing
- I was beginning to grow up by having moments such as this one.
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23. A picture of you that makes your heart hurt
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24. A picture that makes your heart smile
- Patty Laurel! Marry me!
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25. A picture of one of the best days of your life
- MeanBoys Summer Getaway 2008. It was literally an adventure. One for the books!
Always love being in front of cameras.
Thank you, Tintin, for the tag.
Finally had time to do this, so much for a blogger! (--,)

March

2009-04-05T13:32:00.017+08:00

This year just keeps getting better. January started it all, February looked good as well, March is, well, the awesomeness that is the end of the first quarter of 2009 continues. Oh, yeah! March was that awesome that I actually forgot some of the events that I attended. Seriously! So, forgive me if I did not include your party because I can’t recall I was there. LOL!

March kicked off summer season for yours truly. The family’s Zambales’ trip was one for the books. It is also in March that one of our closest friends departed to sandier pastures. There was one event worth mentioning though that I did not go to because I was invited at the last minute. Tsss.

March 4, 2009 | Krocodile Grill with Nay, Zelle, and Neng

Okay, I’m not sure if I got the date right but I know this fell on the first week of March and it was my first event this month. I also know that we have pictures from this night but Z hasn’t uploaded them yet. Catch up on what’s happening with each other. Will probably turn into a monthly thing. Thank you, Z, for the pasalubong.

March 8, 2009 | You Changed My Life

What? I enjoyed the first one, I certainly enjoyed this one too. Some days, you just hafta be nationalistic. LOL.

March 12, 2009 | Kads’ Despedids @ Yoo-Hoo

One last session with our not-so-famous friend and colleague, with his new hairdo, Kads. He’ll be gone for a year or two. Or so he says. We each have our own bets and theory on how long before we see him. I say we’re spending the coming Christmas with him. LOL! Farewell, Wingman!

March 12, 2009 | Wrestlemania VII @ Van Square Garden

Right after saying goodbye to Kads that night, I was off to one of the most awaited MeanBoys event of the year: Van’s Birthday. Although, this year, the turnout was disappointing. Probably because the invites were sent the day before and as you know, we ain’t in college anymore. [Sighs] We also celebrated Boyds’ birthday that night. The night was full of steaks, pasta, roasts, beer and Johnny Walker was out best buddy all throughout. Van has not posted the rest of the pics yet. BOO!

March 15, 2009 | Tita Gee’s Birthday @ Via Mare, Serendra

Happy Birthday to her and thanks for a lovely dinner. It marked the start of the awesome celebrations her family had and are having. Wicked!

March 17, 2009 | Dad’s Birthday

Okay, aside from Dad’s birthday, nothing special happened on this day. We didn’t even see each other. I just feel like I had to mention it. Image was from my birthday. Happy Birthday, Father!

March 21-22, 2009 | Venturas of Matutum @ Tammy’s Zambales

This is an annual thing for the Venturas It started way back in the old days with our lolos and lolas taking my titos and titas at Sual, Pangasinan. ([Sighs] because the older folks have great stories about those trips but I wasn’t able to experience them anymore as they stopped going there mid-1980s) Anyway, I think Tammy’s will be the new Sual for our generation. The service was totally excellent and definitely worth it. I, not being much of an outdoor person, had a blast. And…as I observed after…it really brought the family together. Hopefully, my generation, my cousins would be as close-knitted as our parents are before us.

March 28, 2009 | Hannah’s Graduation Reception
@ John & Yoko, Greenbelt 5

Milestone for one of my favorite persons, great food, hot patrons, family…a no-brainer successful equation. Hannah graduated from high school and is off to this college in Katipunan. But before going all serious for the future, Japanese food, being her favorite, must be served. I had yet to make a food review of the resto, but I will. Earth Hour was also that night and I bumped into Anne Kartis. Yum!

March 31, 2009 | Baconator Night @ SM Mall of Asia

To cap off the month, my dreams of experiencing Wendy’s Baconators came true. Pay day and I finally agreed to Odette and Vanessa that I will accompany them to sample Haagen-Dazs’s hyped fondue. Together with Neng, we headed to SM Mall of Asia for it to become a reality, but for some reason, we ended up splitting one Baconator into three and settled for Ice Monster after. Har!

Goodbyes and milestones were the main themes of the month that was; birthdays as well and the annual family outing…awesome! Totally awesome! I really had a hard time documenting them because as much as March being eventful for me, my slothness level equaled my activities. Not much pictures, really. March delivered, and the last days of March were special as preparations for the “Ventura Event of the Year” were underway. Special because it paved the way to the start of the second quarter of the year, a month that is occasion-stricken, a month that’ll leave me poor for at least two months or so, a month that I had always enjoyed…April. (--,)

Of Blames and Summer

2009-03-29T18:31:00.004+08:00

The literary gods must really resent me right now. March for me, blog-wise, not even worth mentioning. And this entry’s going to be short so don’t expect that much. I just want to let everybody know that my fingers are still intact and that my brain still works. At least, I think it still does.

What gives anyways? I have no idea. It’s not like I don’t have stories and ideas to share…believe me, I have lots of those. I may even have discovered the cure for the common cold this month. Okay, maybe not that extreme but I do have lots of things in my mind: countless tags, gimiks and trips, interesting situations, and even the departure of my wingman. But no!

Thus, I’m blaming it on summer. Since summer is here, one is obligatory to leave the comfort of the city and embark on long road trips and settle in some privy resort a couple of miles from civilization. Obvious, isn’t it. (But then again, that excuse only works for the weekends.) Next up would be putting the blame on my professional career. Summer here is fall in the States. Fall for some reason gives us ridiculous amount of jobs. Busy, busy, busy…that’s how we are in the office. (But no one’s ever going to believe me.) On to my classic reason: my insatiable drive to follow and watch my shows. (Classic, like I said.) And finally, the heat. Yes, it’s too damn hot and warm to write. My brain’s getting fried. (Now that, people would believe that.)

Whatever the reason may be, I feel dumb. Not blonde dumb, but you know what I mean. I haven’t even shared my feeling soul-less for the past few weeks. I have to start writing voraciously again. I have to, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I will. LOL. I’m hoping though. In the meantime, just wait for my “March” blog on the day of the fools next week. (--,)

February

2009-03-01T23:57:00.008+08:00

Most of my friends hate February. I honestly believe they don’t. It’s the idea of this month and what it symbolizes for that they heavily resent. I do not share their sentiments. Februaries are ordinary for me ever since. It’s the shortest month so I hardly notice it passing by. Birthdays of people I know, families and friends, fall under the love month but these people do not really buy the concept of partying, so, another forgettable factor. And since I purposely inserted “love month” in the last sentence, let’s go there.

February always relates to love. Valentines is celebrated worldwide on the 14th of Februaries. This year, like any other year, I enjoyed Valentines, by myself. I could’ve gone bitter like what my supposedly event’s theme, but I can’t (that story is for another time). Valentines is about as exciting to me as babies uttering gibberish words; exciting to lots but utterly pointless. Okay, seems like there’s a hint of bitterness in that statement. Maybe there is, but isn’t it better if people profess their undying love everyday, not just one lavish present-filled day? But no, I respect those who celebrate hearts’ day. If that’s what rocks their boat, by all means. Nine months later, well…LOL!

February 6, 2009 | Dinner with Maika and Arnee

My two office batchmates, Maika and Arnee, my first friends from work, we finally got together after a year or so. I seriously missed these two. They’re better off with their current careers now anyways. (We didn’t took pictures that night so I used an old one. Come to think of it, this is the only picture of us three together. Tsk tsk...)

February 7-8, 2009 | The Return of Van and Biboy

Two prominent MeanBoys made their presence felt through a night of binging, singing at Makati and jam sessions at Ralph’s suicide-inducing condo.

February 13, 2009 | The New and Improved Mamita

Dinner with our original mentor, Aurora. Yes, she’s no Ru anymore. She’s finally a lady. LOL! My, my, how Mamita have changed.

February 28, 2009 | Renèè Appreciation Night

Yes. Our good friend and most-trusted teammate, Renèè, finally is present for a session. Hence, Renèè Appreciation Night. He is greatly appreciated, or so he thinks. LOL!

February was as cool as January for yours truly. It brought out the best and worst in me. It was not as social though. I could’ve attended several festivals and fairs but I feel like I’ve reached a different level of slothfulness. I’ve only been to three major events. Most fun and excitement happened personally and are not accounted for. It’s all good though. I wouldn’t have it any other way. March, now March has always been interesting for me. I used to not look forward to this month as this is the last month before they school year ends, which translates to periodical and final exams, final everything, start of the Lenten Season…but I’ve managed to survive every time. Couple of important people celebrates their birthdays this month so I’m expecting to be tired from too much partying…woohoo!!! We’ll see what it brings for ‘lil ‘ol me. (--,)

Farewell Conan

2009-02-22T16:47:00.003+08:00

My first encounter of the Conester was through a video clip of Triumph the Comic Insult Dog. Back then, I didn’t know that stupid puppet originated from this show called “Late Night with Conan O’Brien.” Of course I know Conan from his wacky antics but I never really knew what the guy has to offer. That was until ETC was launched to cables nationwide.

Armed with a bowl of cereals, sitting in front of our TV at exactly 12:00 am, it was five years ago since I watched my very first “Late Night.” I don’t even remember his guests and jokes back then. All I remember was a statement from Jay Leno in a clip about him retiring and something like, “In five years, Conan, it’s yours.” Leno was of course referring to his “Tonight Show.” That was five years ago. It seemed like a long time since then. Now, Conan’s about to join the ranks of Johnny Carson, Jack Paar, and Steve Allen, previous people sitting behind the “Tonight’s” desk. Jimmy Fallon replaces our red-haired albino as the new host of Late Night. Yes, Conan heads to the West Coast as Late Night with Conan O’Brien had its final broadcast last Friday, February 20. 2,725 episodes: not bad for a guy who only a handful people believed in when he was just starting out.

Conan’s brand of comedy is silliness to the point of sheer stupidity. But he delivers every line and joke with finesse and assurance. He always makes fun of himself and usually gives out exaggerated expressions. For 16 years he did that and it won the hearts of his viewers. Whether he was taking over a European country (he had this long-running skit about him taking over Finland because he looked like its female prime minister), insulting every nation in the known free world in Conan Hates My Homeland (one of my faves), interviewing celebrities in a flat screen with only their mouths moving, showing clips of Walker Texas Ranger, his witty monologues and A-list guests, his trademark string dance…Conan O’Brien entertained the world.

Who would have thought that this comedy writer from Harvard, who once penned for The Simpsons and Saturday Night Live, will host one of the most iconic shows in late night viewing? I will miss “Late Night.” For five years I was a fan, most of my “materials” I got from watching the show. Will he be as effective in an earlier timeslot? Here’s what he had to say:

“There are people that have hosted these kinds of shows who are better than I am. Nobody has ever enjoyed it more than I do. It’s an incredible, amazing honor to do this show for you people.”

“I want to say something about--we’re going on to this next gig, and sometimes I read that it’s time for Conan to grow up because he’s going to 11:30…And I assure you, that’s just not going to happen. I can’t. This is who I am, for better or for worse.” -- Conan O’Brien, 2009

He’s Alive...

2009-02-17T09:46:00.003+08:00

In an effort to keep my thinking sane and not slothness take over me, I will try to revive my blogger self. Ever since Christmas season came, I’ve been much too busy doing nothing to write. And the span of December to today, middle of February, is just too long to not get any updates from yours truly. As if people care. Okay, so I never really abandoned the idea of writing. You could see some miserable entries over the course of the holidays and the beginning of this year. I even found time to write how my 2008 went and what to expect this coming year. But gone are the useless entries I write about things that tickle my fancy.

Since December, two college friends tied the knot, I celebrated my birthday, countless reunions and sessions, lost my beloved parking space, lost and gained some individuals, and a slightly life-altering situation. Insignificant, really. But who cares, right? Humankind are suffering from the global financial crisis and here I am rambling about silly things that I went through. Sorry, earthlings. Blame Bill Clinton.

So much happened that writing about them just isn’t feasible for a Grandmaster Sloth that is me. Anyway, I’ve summarized events that I partook in at the end of every month. So far, I’m getting by. Especially now that I ain’t distracted anymore.

I believe that people are richer during holidays for some reason. Now, I’m feeling the after-effects of living “the” life. The caption “Insufficient Funds” is blinking whenever I think of purchasing something. My birthday really took at toll on my riches as this is the first time that I shouldered almost everything. This is the first time colleagues are going to experience an event by moi. Mustn’t disappoint. It didn’t. I was though.

Speaking of disappointments and frustrations…I’ve been really feeling miserable with what’s happening to the office right now. Think the ruling of Marcos and the brains of ERAP. Perfect combination, lovely, isn’t it? I want to break free… But is it possible to without any direction to go to?

Recently, I’ve been catching up with TV shows that I missed because of parties and social life. (Naks!) And this is because of this “no-more-distraction” condition that I’m in. It’s that condition yet again that the focus of Tim is Tim, the most important person in Tim’s life. Why? It’s obvious.

I don’t know how to end this. With a quote? Let me think of one…

Okay, I spent the last 10 minutes searching in Google and I can’t find one. Bah! (--,)

January

2009-02-01T23:13:00.002+08:00

Start the year right. January always delivers. Yay! Fun-filled month and not one boring moment. Lots of ups and plenty of downs, but the ups and highlights trumps the downs. The negative side took its toll on us work-wise though. I feel the end is near and an uprising is at hand. Anyway, let the pictures narrate to you how my January went. I turned a year older and interesting things transpired. Woot!

Lots of people don’t like February for some reason. I don’t like the occasion it signifies but I’ve always found Februaries to be interesting, at least, for me. So, let’s hope the month of hearts won’t disappoint.

Scrëwè-D-rivër

2009-01-25T13:48:00.000+08:00

The fun doesn’t stop for me after the Holidays and New Year as my birthday falls in January. Two presents or a really huge one, I used to get. Now, I’m just contented with major parties or dinner with friends. Yes, when people get old they change. I wouldn’t object though if you give me a belated wrapped gift. Thank you in advance. A new pair of pants would be swell.

O & T

Last year, I celebrated my 22nd birthday two ways: intimate gathering with the family and co-celebrating it with my colleagues at some seafood restaurant. I learned from my debut: my pad is provincial to my friends. Boo! But, I still say house party is the way to go. So, I gave it another shot this year. Got an okay from Odette and we set the date. Strictly office friends and colleagues, I said. That way, no one will complain that the venue’s not in NCR anymore. I counted 20 and had faith that we will all fit in our porch.

Grub... grub... grub...

January 17, 2009. Requested to go on leave so I could help out with and finish up the preparations. Stressful yet fun. I always enjoyed organizing some big event, well, not that much, I’m still tamad…I’m still better at hosting. Good thing Mum took care of every damn thing. Went to Landmark to buy the spirits. Party rule #1: Spirits either keep the party alive or kill it. Inexpensive booze, they carry. From now on, Landmark will carry all our alcoholic transactions. By 5:00 pm, we were putting the finishing touches and the South people messaged that they’re on their way.

Kads, Eunice, Met, Ronn and Ma-Anne were the first to be here. They brought cake. All of them are South residents so I asked them to coordinate with each other and I’ll just pick them up outside the village. It’s a maze before you reach our abode. Next up, a phone call that says they’re already lost could only mean one thing: the other celebrant has arrived. Odette, Veejei, Ton, Boy, Neng, and Ces completes the other major group. So, it’s time to eat. Lasagna and Buffalo Wings as entrees; Odette brought Barbecue and Siomai (props Ton) and we ordered Maki for sides. Like what Mum said, it’s been a while since we actually perfected our cooking. We used to be really good at it. Based on the praises of the chomping crowd, the grub’s a-okay!

T & O with T&C and Ex-T&Cs

Then comes the party fuel: two cases of beer, some Vodka Cruisers for the ladies and Boy, Neng gave us a bottle of Mudshaker, and I mixed my college kada’s very own recipe of Screwdriver. Add Nachos and Spicy Hotdog to the equation and the party’s going somewhere now. Gemm and Joyce sent me a message that they’ve arrive, which means added fun. They also brought cake. Brought out the TV and setup the Magic Sing and we got ourselves one hell of a party. Pictures were taken, drinks were passed around, all of them burned me with controversial questions--this event will go down in history, I thought. It did. But for a completely different reason.

Soffy was our last guest. His presence might be that intoxicating that I decided to ruin my own party. Around 1:00 am, I wasn’t sure what I was doing and moments later, I knocked myself out. Yes, I admit it was my fault that the festivities had to be cut short. Combination of stress from planning and hosting plus Screwdriver, not such a good idea. After that, the events that followed were just narrated to me the next morning. Half of the guests left, some did not want to but Iya and Uncle just had to intimidate them. The Offline Five stayed though, till the sun shined.

Happy 23rd to me! :))

My friends, I am so grateful for the effort you put just to attend our party. All-in-all, I say the party was successful. I’m sure everyone had fun and did not regret going. Let’s just say it could have been greater and epical if it weren’t for my stupidity. LOL. The other person responsible for this celebration, Odette, much appreciated everything you’ve done. Special thanks to Mum for everything, literally, everything. My next great big event would probably be in ‘11. That one, I swear, will be a huge one. And I will stay conscious! (--,)

Thanks to Veejei for most of the pictures.
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The Year of the Bovine Kind

2009-01-12T23:10:00.003+08:00

Last year, I said to myself and I truly believed that 2008 would just be a continuation of 2007…plain boring and uneventful. Yeah, I still have leftovers from my meal that is that statement. A little late for my New Year blog, I know. But I had to really think about how I lived my life when the rodents took over. Two thumbs up for dear old Mickey and Jerry for making 2008 a hell of a ride. There were forgettable moments but the ones that stuck to me are really worth remembering.

This year, is the year of the bovine kind. Herds are in and people will flock in groups. Okay, I made that up but it sounded factual anyways. 2009 started, for me, hanging out with friends and colleagues. Maybe that’s why I believe this year, friends and circles will be vital to everyday existence. My life might revolve around them, and I ain’t complaining. Bring it!

2008 posed a new dilemma, one that is exciting and raises one interest. Sure, lots have changed since 2005, and that impasse is still ongoing, but I predict that the results will not really be that different three years ago. Boo! But what can I do? (Lots, you fool!) I just can’t stay away from my Chuck Bass-like attitude, minus the billion-dollar factor. Everything and everyone has an expiration date. Some, expires even before I get to call them mine. That’s me!

According to my 2008 self, I made “moving out and having my own place” as my top priority last year. LOL. Last year me, you amuse us! This time, I’d be aiming for a more feasible goal: gain weight. “Oh, the boy thinks it’s his end of the world because he doesn’t have the same problem as everyone else!” Well, frankly, I do. It is not my fault that I ain’t chums with my metabolism. She’s not a sloth like I am. So this year, gots to eat, eat, eat and beef up.

Let me summarize 2008 with 10 of the most relative random words that are connected to moi: PARTY, FRIENDS, FAMILY, TRAVEL, TWILIGHT, DEATH, GOODBYE, EVENT, COMEDY, and POSSIBLE LOVE. Totally relative yet random words.

Outlook or wish for the year ahead:
I just hope this year trumps out the last! (--,)

Best Days

2009-01-04T14:15:00.001+08:00

Best days usually happens when you least expect it. Hmm…that sounded like it needs rephrasing. But I actually mean it. Yesterday, January 3, 2009, well, I’m including it in my list of one of the best days ever. Given that it’s my good college buddy Arfel’s wedding and Nay-in-law Ces’ despedida, sure, two major occasions with no high expectations, really. And so the Party Gods resented that and proved me wrong.

Arfel’s and Len’s Wedding

I did not make it to the mass ceremony. Funny thing, I was awake by 6:00 am and it was set at 9:30 am. Plenty of time. Not for a slothful bastard like yours truly. It’s so early. Why not make it after lunch or dinner? But they have their reasons. And so, I made it to the Basilica of San Sebastian around 11:30 am and met up with half of the class. Yes, half of the class, some I haven’t seen since we marched down that aisle to get our diplomas. And one surprise guest, Kenneth! That blockmate of ours left for Alaska when we finished our Junior Year in college. He’s really here. And my, he hasn’t changed, probably a little richer, but still…LOL! Left for the reception at Crowne Plaza, Ortigas. Kenneth, now a “Don,” wants coffee first before we go to the actual lunch reception and who are we to refuse caffeine? So, we met up with Vincent and Paula there, and Lawrence and Teri followed, and up we went to Mr. and Mrs. Garcia’s lavish reception. Well, as expected, they did not disappoint. Only there I’ve seen 15 menus served for guests with food titles that will not fit a regular text message. Cool, super!

There were two video presentations: one, a montage that showed their younger years and how they ended up saying yes to each other in front of their family and friends. Nice! And the other, a music video that showcased snippets of the mass ceremony and their preparations per se…that thing shook my tear glands as I’ve watched it a while ago. Whew! After all the things they’ve been through, they made it! Hope it lasts.

Tasha, Dion, Cent, Paula, Teri, Law, (--,), JM

After-Wedding Party

What’s a MeanBoy Wedding without the traditional after-party? Yes, it’s rare that you can gather us all in one location and actually have time for festivities. Session, just like good old days. With Kenneth being tagged as the next big thing (haha) as Arfel is no longer the big boss as he already has mature obligations, sky is still the limit. Dion called and said he’ll be able to make an appearance, thus making it a must! Went to this seafood restaurant in Metrowalk that I keep forgetting the name and ordered not one shred of seafood. Beer, beer, sisig, nachos, and more beer. But as the night draws closer, a suggestion surfaced. Mucho’s is open and our vocal chords are itching to sing. Problem is, I can’t stay and I have to go. My other engagement, with Ces’, is also very important. So, I sang a few songs, took a couple more pictures, and bid farewell to what I consider to be my second family: Mean Boys.

(--,), Zelle, Neng, Ces, Ton, Odette, Veejei

Farewell Singing Party of Nay-in-law Ces

Me in my formal suit, necktie and vest, flew over the roads of EDSA to reach Macapagal Ave. for my third family: my teammates. I came, they saw, and I conquered. They were already having so much fun but it turned into a party when I stepped inside Music Room #3. Hehehe. It did, ask them. They found reason to start a wave of ridicules, all at my expense. And all of it, well, you guys know what it’s all about. Clue: it involves hard-hitting sappy songs. But it’s all good. I found entertainment in an Ogie classic, “Dito sa Puso Ko,” to the delight of everyone. And a silence-inducing and awkward-looks version of “Please Be Careful with my Heart,” sung by myself and Z. I saw the looks, you bastards! Hahaha! But the night is all about Nay-in-law Ces, our supervisor. I felt she went out with a bang. She only headed our team for just half a year but for me, she made the most impact with my current career.

Like I said, the night should’ve been all about her…but no, when it’s all clear, they decided to toast me alive with controversy, basing their opinions on my songs and actions. Yes, I got advices, two-cents-worths, and was lectured for my lack of action to my current situation. Hah! They say enough Chuck Bass and more myself. But, but, but…okay, they made their point. It’s going to be different this time around. Swear.

Arfel & Len: Please stay together forever. I know you two will be happy.
Mean Boys: I wish we’d have get-togethers and sessions more often. I miss you, guys.
Nay-in-law: I want to thank you for everything. I will miss you and much love!

Great day, January 3. What a way to begin the New Year! If this is how 2009 will be like, hell, I am in for one joyous, magnificent, glorious, action-packed ride! Bring it! I’m excited!

Grabbed wedding photo from Arfel’s

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

2009-01-02T11:39:00.022+08:00

2008, farewell. December, probably the best and busiest month of 2008, goodbye. But before we bid ta-ta to a hell of a year, I shall relay the events of my December. I haven’t been writing anything. Believe me, there are lots of stories to tell and shan’t be narrated, but, zero-time to do so. So much parties, events, Christmas rush, even mini-sessions that if I was in a movie or a show, voiceovers wouldn’t even be an option. Writing long and separate entries would be appropriate for every worthy moment of December but it wouldn’t matter as it’s already January. So, little snippets accompanied by images will do. Oh, yeah, clicking pictures may lead you to albums. You never know!

December 5, 2008 | Don Bosco Church & The Blue Leaf
One of my college kabarkada, Law, as expected, finally signed up to be the husband of his long-time love, Teri. Solid! New office! New options. Still stuck in the old. But no worries, this event kicked off December appropriately. I knew I was in for a long and joyous ride.

December 6, 2008 | Muchos KTV
After our first comrade succumbed to the joys of marriage, it made us think, should we follow his suit and take on a more mature road in our petty lives. Hell no! Binging and singing sessions with they Boys at Metrowalk where the word “peculiar” became a household hirit.

December 7, 2008 | SM Mall of Asia, CenterStage
Fourth and final screening of Twilight the movie. Kat, it’s still a question if you’re to be invited to movie parties that involve dazzling century-old teenagers and emo-like human characters. You made it fun, in a weird sort of way.

December 13, 2008 | Miss A’s turf, Riverside Vill
In what was tagged as the “Event of the Year” for our lowly team, the First-Ever T&C Year-End Party was worthy of its hype. Expectations were increasing as the days lead up to this glorious day, and it did not disappoint. Very grateful to our bosses for making it possible to finally bring us all together just to have fun and not worry about anything related to the office. Food, food, drinks, games, more drinks, physical games, singing, singing, singing, prizes, and more drinks and singing--yep, that just about covers it all. Sorry, no embarrassing videos this time around.

December 14, 2008 | Fort Boni’s Open Grounds
This is what happens when you make around a thousand people wear red, get them all together in an open field, throw in some grub and drinks, ask The Dawn and some world music group to play, give an apple green car to some newbie, and for our part, bring 20,000 cameras…Intensity: The APS Year-End Party! Two parties in one weekend! Couldn’t get better than that. Or so I thought.

December 19, 2008 | a Veneto Pizzeria

Christmas dinner with what I consider being my 3rd family: Offline Team. Tradition, as they say, is what this night is all about. Sure, it’s only in its second year and most of the original casts are having dinner elsewhere with their new respective family/team, but it will live on. As long as there is that Offline Team that doesn’t seem to be faltering, a Veneto will have their regular customers.

December 20, 2008 | Amalia’s Restaurant
Tita Alice turns 80. Can’t believe she already lived through eight decades and is still working. And all her subjects, especially Mum, even yours truly, were there to celebrate it with her. It is in this occasion that I realized how tight-knit officemates and colleagues can be. Even if all of them are in different companies, new careers, it was like the span of 20 years was just an all-girls night out. Nothing seemed to change. No, I do not with to spend eternity in my company; I just wonder what T&C people would be like 10 years from now.

December 22, 2008 | Alabang Town Center & Festival Mall
Shopping is a skill. I turned it into my mantra that day. Only two days before Jesus celebrates his birthday and I still haven’t got one present for the lucky persons that are in my list. It’s official; Alabang malls are now my favorite shopping places. They carry everything, even things that are just useless but are cheap so one can’t help but buy. The day was a success.

December 24, 2008 | Christmas Eve
My favorite time of the year…is still my favorite time of the year. Most people are claiming that they do not feel the spirit of Christmas this year and yet malls are packed with last-minute shoppers, traffic jam is a bitch, people are humming and singing holiday tunes, the weather is evidence enough that indeed it’s Christmas. Noche Buena with the family as always. Solemn and intimate, the way Christmas Eve dinners should be.

December 25, 2008 | Ventura Christmas Reunion
Merry Christmas! For 22 years, Matutum has always held our clan gatherings and the last Christmas reunion was no different. Yep, the turnout was pretty commendable; totally unexpected but nonetheless should be thankful for. I still got major presents. Wow. I’m actually worried for next year; gots to start handing out crispy bills to the kids.

December 28, 2008 | Mamang’s 40th
No, it’s not an event that should be celebrated; it’s a day to reflect and pray for her soul. Although, massive food takeouts won’t hurt either.

December 29, 2008 | Christmas Obligation
Dad. Holiday meetup with my father. Simple lunch with Mum and doing some father-and-son basics, say, shopping for clothes. Say “Yihee, your one big happy family” and I will not hesitate to destroy you, in pieces! Fun day.

December 30, 2008 | Returning to normal
Nothing special, really. It just marks the day that my schedule and work life returns to normal. And by normal I mean reporting in regular office hours, sort of. Perfect excuse to grab breakfast and have expensive coffee with friends in the morning.

December 31, 2008 | New Year’s Eve
No way! It’s over, really? That’s it? Resting is not an option as New Year’s Eve is always extravagantly celebrated with Japanese food and expensive firecrackers in this part of Parañaque. The dawn of the new year are always fun for me as it usually leads to some social drinking with teenagers. Yes, teenagers, my cousins are still in high school. Next year would be different as my New Year drinking buddies will be in college. Oh, I have been waiting for that moment for so long. Times and moments like that, it sucks to be the oldest in your generation. Rare occurrence that the whole immediate family were together under one roof. Well, Ninang’s not here but through the wonders of technology, Torrance is like just a couple of kilometers away.

Actually, there’s more. I actually just woke up from a late house party that might, possibly, hopefully, turn into a yearly tradish. But since Binsent’s “In-Between Nights” transpired over 2009, I will not include it. But I will consider it as the perfect and fitting way to end the rollercoaster ride that is December 2008.

Lots to be thankful for. Lots of major realizations. Lots of moments to be remembered. Couple of things that should be forgotten. And all of these…just in a span of 31 days of the 12th month of the year. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, to me!

Tonight, the Heavens Speaks

2008-12-12T23:36:00.003+08:00

For as long as my memory permits me to remember, I can’t recall if I have ever experienced seeing a falling star. That changes tonight. Hmm…I’m not sure if what I saw was indeed one of ‘em rare wishing stars but it was bright, moving, and definitely falling. So, of course, only one thing comes to everyone’s mind in these kinds of situations: wish!

I wish the wish you wish to wish…

Didn’t hesitate nor think twice on what I wished. I know what I want and it was the first thought that came to mind. Ironically, what I wanted was nearby when the star fell, so it might actually strengthen the ridiculous belief. Yes, I am skeptical when it comes to these occurrences, but it wouldn’t hurt to wish right?

Turned to look, wished so hard, and smiled. Silly hopes, I know.

No worries. My wish is realistic and actually positively shallow or mababaw. It’s simple yet meaningful. And it will definitely make me the happiest. So, star, I hope you grant my inane wish. I wanna say I haven’t asked the heavens for anything, but I did, lots of times…to no avail. This time around, I’m feeling optimistic. Yeah, it made me smile. That’s rare.

P 2,500

2008-12-10T23:36:00.004+08:00

“Car Day” – a day in my life where I have to wake up early to bring my car to Quezon City to have it fixed or checked out.

I had always mixed emotions when it comes to “car days.” First, Quezon City is far. Why in the north? Because all the good mechanics are north people, and I have come to love and trust these toothless car laborers. Sure south people are as much knowledgeable when it comes to vehicles, but they also charge more. Much too fancy for my disposition. I don’t really look forward to car days because it usually results with me shelling out my riches (whatever that’s worth LOL) as having a car is synonymous to having your very own offspring, only prettier and sleeker. Hehehe. That makes my second reason: it’s freaking expensive for any repairs or useless pimpin’. Thirdly, I am just lazy to wake up on Monday mornings. And let’s face it; owning pre-owned automobiles, there will be more “car days” than national holidays.

My “Decepticon” of a car...

So, last Monday, I had one of ‘em “car days.” I’ve been putting off this important obligation to my car for quite some time now. And since December is just full of events and trips, my means of transportation must be in perfect running condition. We don’t want another Company Party Car Fiasco just like last year. That was really embarrassing! So, this time around I had several agendas: buy new tires to replace the balding ones, change my tire rods because they’re shaky, fix my idling screw because it’s screwing me, have it aligned as it is going to different directions when I don’t steer. Hah!

New tires: P 4,500
Tire rod joint: P 1,300
Labor: P 300
Alignment: P 400
Jonjon: P 250
Stupidity: P 2,500

Notice the stupidity? Yes, I made a booboo and it cost me P2,500! Why? I rammed my rear end to a “parked” car when I was backing. Emphasis on the “parked car.” I mean, who rams parked cars, right? Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! After a whole day of waiting while repairs are being made and grease-stained instances, I was finally done and was going to our ancestral home to have dinner. So I was backing and was waving with a stupid grin on my face to the mechanics. Then, bam! You know that classic expression where you know you committed something stupid and you know the inevitable is about to happen? I had that. Stupid. His damage: his bumper is scratched pretty obvious, some part was broken inside, and his rear side is dented. My damage: a single scratch line on top of my plates. Hah! My car’s a Decepticon! Good thing the owner was nice and not one of those car enthusiast maniacs. The car isn’t his anyways but it belongs to his brother-in-law. So, after a couple of car-related jokes and some negotiations, he settled for P2,500. And I sped off, running 40, safely, towards the sunset.

I may crack jokes about it but I really am lamenting over that P2,500. I was saving, well, actually for nothing, but I’m still saving. It’s so hard to save something for the longest time and then you lose it over sheer stupidity. Oh, anyway, what’s done is done. Maybe it’s a way of the Blessed Virgin to remind me that it’s the Feast of the Immaculate Conception and I should honor it. I did. Well, that’s another memory to add to what is already a memorable date: December 8.

Nick & Starr

2008-12-08T22:33:00.001+08:00

One Million Dollars, Baby.
Wave the Nick & Starr Spangled Banner.

I win.
At least, the team that I was rooting for in the 13th season of the Amazing Race did.

Nick & Starr Spangler, brother and sister team, reached the finish line first and won the title of Winners of The Amazing Race 13. Their efforts and competitiveness really paid off as they crushed every team in this race by arriving and winning first place, seven out of the eleven legs. That’s one short of Marc and Rov’s feat last year. And for obvious reasons, they’re considered better because they won the race.

Countless times I have rooted for teams that may not be the best or most deserving, but still I want them to win. And they rarely do. Thirteen seasons of Amazing Race passed and only two times my team came out on top. First was season three’s Flo and Zach who, by all means, did not deserve the million dollars (at least Flo didn’t and yet she’s my favorite back then. Zach was the man! He should keep the million dollars to himself) still won and I was happy. Now, it’s Nick and Starr’s turn. And there’s no other team who deserve it more than these two siblings. Oh, and Starr is so hot it hurts!

Congratulations Nick and Starr!
See you in the Second All-Stars!

Stoya

2008-12-05T13:37:00.007+08:00

What I really want for Christmas…

Presenting Stoya…

Next best thing that came out of Philly since CheeseSteak.
It’s December, it’s cold, she’s better than a cup of hot cocoa.
She smokes even in the showers.
Probably the best solution to my temporary insanity.
Good god. I’m in love. Help.
Yo-Ho-ho-ho, and a bottle of eggnog!

Photo credit from Digital Playground

Godspeed, Ivan

2008-12-02T10:23:00.009+08:00

Can’t I survive a week without hearing any tragic news of people I know passing away? Seriously, it’s not even realistic anymore! It’s one thing to die from natural causes, that already hurts the people you leave behind; but being brutally murdered for some petty reasons? How do you think the loved ones who were left would feel? It’s the victim who had it easy. He or she won’t ever have to see or experience the grief and sorrow that his or her family and friends are going through because of what happened to him or her.

“Only Ivan can get away from wearing couture we would secretly love to be seen in.”

A 27-year-old colleague of mine, Ivan Joel de Guzman, was found dead in his condominium yesterday, December 1, 2008, early morning. Initially most of us, his friends, thought it was only an accident, a car accident at that. But recent reports stated there was foul play involved, that he was killed and a fire was set to cover up the murder. It was our supervisor who broke the news to me through an SMS message, and I was seriously surprised. Not him. He does not fit the type who will be lay wasted just like that. Like most of our colleagues who wrote about this tragedy, I myself am not really rubbing elbows with this guy. But still, I know him, I hung out with him, and he has my full respect. Only Ivan can get away with wearing couture we would secretly love to be seen in. He was this jolly giant whose height I envied and I think no one will contest, the most fabulous transcriptionist amongst everyone.

Whoever said that outsourcing companies are full of pretentious people, you obviously don’t know that there’s a little account named T&C exists. After reading so much concern and love for our fallen comrade, I just realized that one will never have to worry about being remembered.

What your horoscope had to say about yesterday. Found it while I was going through your Facebook to borrow some images. Yep, you were more popular and in-demand, not the good kind but you still were!

Ivan, God bless, man.
You left us totally unexpected and the manner that you did…very painful…but hey, in true fashion form, you left us rockstar-style.
The Lord must be in dire need of a good DJ to invite you in his private party up there.
I know there’s a big welcoming event wherever you are right now.
Party hard up there! You’re officially missed!

Here are some links about the tragedy:
Cops probe death of 27-year-old in Pasay condo fire - report
Man Linked to Arson-Slay Case Sought

November

2008-11-30T03:00:00.004+08:00

Only a month to go and we bid adieu to 2008. November ends, for me, I think, on a high note? Notice the question mark. I don’t know. It’s that confusing line between contentment and feeling empty…probably the double espresso and crispy pata kicking in. Yes, the combination is a must try, especially if they’re paid by friends. Kimberly, thanks! “Inay-in-law” Ces, I’m grateful and honored.

I always found Novembers boring. Except for Tsik’s and Ninang’s (before she migrated to States) birthday, I couldn’t care less for the month before the Holidays. This year though, my whole outlook on November was changed. I had lots of interesting things and experienced mighty fine moments the last 30 days. Law and Teri finally distributed, as expected, their wedding invitations…wow! There’s a new leader of the known free world in Obama. Rihanna and Chris Brown, two of the hottest international R&B sensations graced our modest country. Twilight movie premier, after eons of waiting, finally arrived to top all activities of this glorious month. And yes, that other thing too.

November also took away two people in our lives. Our high school star athlete Jonjon succumbed to his long battle with cancer. The tragedy that is Mamang’s demise shook our family even if she’s not a relative. May justice be served. And may both find eternal happiness and rest in peace.

In exactly 21 hours, my Christmas feeling will be strengthened. I’ll be consuming ridiculous amounts of Christmas cookies and will probably substitute hot cocoa for coffee. Will go on a literal last-minute shopping to get presents for those who are dear to me. Christmas parties, events, holiday gatherings, reunion, and even a wedding are already plotted on my calendar. Freakishly excited!

Yep, November 2008 rocked and at the same time resuscitated classic me. Interesting in an exciting/sucky kind of way. Hehehe. Thank you, November. For December, I leave you with, All I want for Christmas is…

The Twilight Premier

2008-11-28T16:08:00.007+08:00

I’ve never denied my adoration for the book series that is the Twilight Saga. I just never really wrote anything about it. I have this thing where I don’t write about stuffs that are important to me. Don’t ask; I don’t know either. Anyway, after months and months of waiting, and being robbed of five more days, the movie adaptation finally comes to the Philippine shores, and we were fortunate to have premier tickets, courtesy of Vanessa. Come November 25, 2008, Vanessa, Boy, Kibs, Neng, Ces, Zelle and I are about to finally have the “Twilight Experience.”

We arrived at the SM Mall of Asia Premier Cinema earlier than usual (talk about excitement) and the anticipation just got stronger. Others are having butterflies in their stomachs (okay) and some got to “mingle” (hmp) with other patrons. And then, the line started to file up with this annoying British teen shouting “single file.” Well, the premier cinema is huge. In fact, it’s too gigantic that from where we’re seated, the screen barely looked like your average TV screen. No worries. Not even technical issues will dampen our excited spirits. So when the lights turned off and the trailers are shown, in Alice’s words…“It’s time.”

(--,), Ces, Neng & Kibs

Amidst the “hyperventilating” moments of my companions (fine, I did too) and the screaming of the female audiences when Edward’s on screen, there was actually a movie in there. I was surprised though that the adaptation made me feel like I was watching an indie film. To be more precise, a chick-flick indie movie, probably a first of its kind. It was expected that the gooeyness of cheesy romance are going to be prevalent throughout the movie, and in that sense, they delivered. Trust me. Twilight movie was more character-driven rather than making it this big SFX-laded Hollywood motion picture. That’s why reviews are saying that the movie sucked in the effects department, but hey, focus on the characters and not in the Bionic-Man-like motion of the vampires. And I must say, the actors and actresses who played the characters’ part did amazingly well. I had my doubts for the longest time, but they convinced me, especially the two leads, Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart, they are indeed Edward and Bella in the flesh (or undead).

Let me share some of my favorite scenes from the picture. My favorite of course is the baseball scene, where the Cullens together with Bella are playing baseball in an open field during a thunderstorm. The background music, Supermassive Black Hole by Muse, was the perfect score for this scene…constant repeat on my player. Another worth mentioning is the “Meet the Cullens,” which was previously leaked online, but my heart still skipped when Alice walked into the kitchen (hah!). “The Meadow” made me think and dream. The fight scene was also note-worthy. Runner up to “The Game” would be the Edward-in-sunglasses scene…I swear, one day, I will do that! Edward in his I’m-taking-an-awkward-nap rocked the theaters with guffaws and laughs. And anything that has Alice and Jasper in it (heehee).

Kibs, Neng, Ces, Zelle, Vanessa, Edward

Although they could’ve made it longer, I understand that it’s hard to fit 500 pages of literary genius into a two-hour feature length film. So my verdict, I also did not love the film but I did not hate it either. I left the theater with mixed feelings. Something’s bugging me the whole time so it kinda ruined the experience for me. But let’s not get into that. The film is still worth the wait. It stayed faithful to the book and added forgivable snippets that actually fit the story. To all Twilighters, don’t get discouraged from the negative reviews. What do they know? They’re not the ones who are raking in $70 million on its first weekend. Go watch our favorite characters come to life. I leave you with a line by Edward himself in the movie: “It’s like a human only living on tofu; it keeps you strong but it never fully satisfies.”

I Know I Need to Snap Out of it When...

2008-11-22T23:00:00.004+08:00

~~You~~ I know I’m in trouble when…

…I’m quiet when among friends
…I’m anticipating text messages
…I’m planning every move I will make
…I’m thinking ahead of the words I will utter
…I’m dreaming of the same thing every single night
…I’m constantly thinking of different possible scenarios
…I’m in this routine of some sort everyday
…I’m not my usual foolish self
…I’m visualizing my life as if I’m in a sitcom
…I’m watching “Love Actually”
…I’m rooting for the perfect couple
…I’m ~~smiling~~ brooding for no apparent reason
…I’m listening to sappy tunes
…I’m gracious
…I’m anxious
…I’m giddier than usual
…I’m relating anything, even the un-relatable
…I’m giving off this “non-chalant” aura
…I’m constantly being outwitted by friends
…I’m delivering bad puns and terrible punchlines
…I’m feeling 2005-ish all over again

…there’re hordes of hot chics, gullible, ready to be picked up, drunk!, wearing articles of clothing that should be banned, on a Friday night, and I couldn’t care less

And the most terrifying thought…
…I’m about to meet with THE one, and I’m not even the least bit excited! My thoughts are somewhere else.

Chuck: “How do you think I feel? I haven’t slept. I feel sick, like there’s something in my stomach. Fluttering.”
Blair: “Chuck. You know that I adore all of God’s creatures and the metaphors that they inspire. But, those butterflies? Have got to be murdered.”

Good god!

Mamang

2008-11-22T03:58:00.007+08:00

“How do you cross the line from robbery to murder?”

It was what Bianca asked me when she finally went online after the tragedy. I wasn’t supposed to write anything about this, the family wants to keep this tragedy private. But when she shared the story, she made a point there that made me feel compelled to do this. Mamang, as all of us call her, the mother of Tita Ayie, Tita Ayie being Mum’s bestfriend, a close family friend, was murdered last November 19, 2008 at their residence in Manila. She was 86. They were robbed and the robbers looting her jewelries and stuff decided to take her life as well. It is not fair for animals to be compared to these bastards; they are much, much worse.

Be happy with the Lord, Mamang. Look over your family.

It was around past 7:00 am when Mum’s celfone was ringing non-stop. She’s taking a bath and everyone knows I won’t go near ringing phones or buzzing alerts. I was still somewhat asleep then so I just let it go on and on and on, and then I dozed off. It was a shocked gasp from Mum that made me come to my senses. “Nac, pinatay daw si Mamang.” What? I must be dreaming. It’s not a statement that you hear everyday, and don’t ever want to hear really. Normally, I’d be grouchy from being awakened by loud voices and avoidable noises…not this time. I hurriedly did my morning rituals, and before you know it, we’re off to Tita Ayie’s house. It was the longest trip to their place ever. When we got there, that’s when it all sunk in.

Investigators are everywhere and the body is still there. Like what Bianca said, I wouldn’t go to the details on how she was taken from us…it’s inhuman and unforgivable. Tita Mat was being comforted by some neighbors, and then I saw her, Tita Ayie, always as strong as ever, trying so hard to relate to the police what had happened. At that point, no one can really tell what transpired; just the specifics. Someone broke into the house around 3:00 am to 5:00 am, successfully ransacking Mamang’s room and stealing some valuables, and then…

Knowing that I wouldn’t be of any help, I decided to go ahead. I have work that day and I need to get my mind off the horrible incident anyways. The whole day, I was in awe. I was still my classic self with smiles and everything, but then I remember, and my thoughts shut down. “Why did she have to die like that? She’s old. Couldn’t she have gone peacefully?” I mean, what kind of human being--wait, no. They are not human beings. They are not capable of emotions! I only told one friend about this because it’s hard to keep something like this to one’s self. I felt like I’d break down each passing minute as I struggle to contain the heartbreak.

When I got home, Iya told me that the police had caught the criminals. There were five of them who went inside Tita’s house but only one of them did the deed. It was their youngest member, a 14-year-old kid, who felt like he was cheated from the plundering and decided to report to the authorities the whole thing. Their ringleader, a 20-year-old man, admitted to finishing off Mamang. He was their neighbor. And here’s the irony, the media decided to make the story more interesting by publishing online articles that Mamang was the bad person. The killer even went as far as to blame her for being prejudiced against their religion and was making his life miserable with her constant bickerings. All these inaccurate reports that weren’t even written by legitimate reporters…it just adds grief to the family.

No, Mamang was not prejudiced about other religions. She may be blunt and direct to the point, but she was always sweet and cared for her family, even to us, her extended family. So those petty articles are really inaccurate.

Mamang, I will miss you. You made the meanest spaghetti and this native ulam that I forgot. You were taken away from your family in the harshest and nastiest way possible. Nevertheless, I know by now you’re looking down on us wishing for our happiness and relief from grief. Thank you so much, Mamang!

Here’s one of those better articles about Mamang’s killing courtesy of Bianca. “Five Suspects Held for “Lola’s” Slay.”

Video from Youtube.com/cocom12

Godspeed, Jonjon

2008-11-19T23:50:00.004+08:00

KNOWN for his daredevil moves and keen outside shooting, former San Beda King Red Cub and University of the Philippines point guard Lino "Jon-jon" Tabique Jr. thought he had the game all figured out. Like any athlete, he felt invincible on court. He was a fleet-footed playmaker who could authoritatitvely orchestrate the team and fearlessly take the game-winning shot. Until, at 21, he was told he had cancer. Tabique now carries with him the fear of dying young.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I'm still going to wake up tomorrow. And I keep thinking that I don't want to die. So I just pray. I tell God to give me one more chance,” says the soft-spoken Tabique.

It's a fear that the UP Fighting Maroon has been battling since January this year. Tabique was first diagnosed with tuberculosis, but further tests revealed he had stage 3 non-Hodgkins lymphoma, a form of cancer affecting the lymphatic system. The lymphatic system is made up of tissues and organs that help the body fight infections and other diseases. And just like on court, it's still Jon-jon Tabique's competitive spirit that's pushing him to win the biggest battle of his life. “I don't want to die. I will fight to survive.”

-Excerpt from “Fighting to Play Again,” a 2004 Philippine Daily Inquirer article by Jasmine W. Payo. Got this from his cousin, Mae, online.

Lino Tabique, Jr. or “Jonjon” to us, his high school batchmates, lost his long battle with cancer last November 13. It was while browsing around Bedista.com that I read about this really tragic news. Jonjon was “the” man on campus during our high school years. He was the King Red Cub and star basketball player. But one thing that differentiated him from the stereotypical jocks of high school years, the guy’s humble. Well, coming from a private all-boys institution, you can’t take away the naughtiness and mischievousness of the students, but still, he was never a jerk. He had always kept his feet planted in the ground.

I can’t say we were that close. But I know the guy and have the utmost respect for his accomplishments and all the glory he brought to our beloved school. On and off-court, Jonjon made a name for himself. He was a good friend to his barkada and a great leader to his teammates. He will be missed.

Like what Thops said in his tribute blog, I’m also thankful for having to meet one of the greatest Red Cub there was and a good batchmate. I’m also thankful for letting us feel what it’s like to be a champion by sharing your basketball talents and bringing home countless victories for San Beda. Thanks, pare!

That in All Things, God May Be Glorified!

Thops is cooking up some tribute thing for Jonjon. While he’s working on that, I borrowed the picture from his Friendster. Sorry for the late entry, man!

Rihanna & Chris Brown Live in Taguig

2008-11-17T16:39:00.012+08:00

Bam Bam Bidam Bam Bam Bidamdam...

What was supposed to be a 15-minute or less drive to Global City turned into an almost two-hour going-around-in-circles madness looking for a place to park! It was so-called concert event of the year last night: Rihanna & Chris Brown Live in Taguig. And yes, I was there to ~~witness~~ listen to it all.

For months I’ve been wanting and planning to see this concert and nothing was stopping me--that is where I was mistaken. As my regular events buddies are not really into R&B (mostly rockers “kuno”), I won’t have anyone to go with me. Bes was watching but t’was too late to go with her, so I relied on younger cousins. Was really hopeful that it would work as their faces lit up when I asked them if they wanna go see the concert. Yep, they wanna see it but they’re much too busy to take care of it. I wanna say “big mistake” but I love them too much to put all the blame (Haha). Halfway last month, an “early bird” promo was introduced to us, prospective audiences. It passed and I was still ticket-less! Good thing I have these loving friends who also want to take part in the experience but did not want to shell a single centavo. Right! So, a week before the actual concert, I gave up and just planned this “listening party” with some colleagues.

(--,), Gimaru, Zelle, and Neng

Sunday, November 16, 2008. I left home around 6:30 pm as the concert begins at 8:00 pm, and since I don’t have any tickets or passes, don’t really have to be in a hurry now. Bes was texting earlier still insisting I buy from the scalpers or from the Globe people, I would’ve but I had already made plans. Coffee and crashing will be the agenda for the evening. Anyway, I did ask her how the parking is and was it humanly possible to navigate around Fort. She said she was there by 3:00 and already, Bonifacio High Street was full. Still, I was confident. Idiot! Departed home at 6:30, reached Global City 6:50, finally parked at around 8:10 pm. It was one of the worst driving experiences ever. Literally, Global City was full of vehicles and all parking areas are full. I was so close to canceling the whole thing and just go elsewhere. But, through persistence and stupidity, I did found this open area probably a kilometer or two away from High Street. So, now I’m parked.

Zelle and company, I found out, were also struggling to find parking slots. After a couple of exchanged messages, they did manage to find one and we met. It was me, Zelle, Gimaru, and Neng and her friends. Like what the plan states, we hang and we listen, and we did. Armed with coffee and Krispy Kreme donuts, we grooved and sang along with their questionable sound system. All their hits, I think, they sang. Can’t say I am disappointed for not having seen the show. From what I’ve been hearing, reading, and seen…it just cannot be given the mantle of the concert event of the year. But I cannot criticize because I did not watch…that simple. At least I got to hear their collaboration of Cinderella and I got to spend an awesome Sunday night with friends.

(--,) & Z

Gimaru & (--,)

G & Z

Because of the traffic hell that I went through last night, I completely forgot my camera in the car and we settled for camera phone evidence shots. Hehehe. The rest were taken from Gilligan’s, Makati, our very own after-listening party event.

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

Mamase Mamasa Mamacoosa Mamase Mamasa Mamacoosa

“Wa”La Vida Lavada

2008-11-09T22:20:00.000+08:00

I miss having help around the house. Instant pancit canton in a matter of minutes, a liter of ice-cold tea in the fridge, every nook and cranny spotless…and so on and so forth. You see, ever since we moved here in the suburbs, we decided to let go of house help. Ironic, isn’t it? Our place may not be those of New Manila or Forbes Park, but people here are a little above middle-class. Iya & Mum decided that we won’t need the services of maids since it’s just the three of us and we can manage. They believe we are domesticated enough to refuse help. Fine, the maid won’t have any place to sleep here anyways. Getting to the point, since we don’t have employees to do household duties, we “outsource” our chores--meaning: we have our clothes laundered in this quaint laundry shop just outside of our village. I have no qualms about it since they’re service was quite impressive…until earlier this week.

Oh, my dear shirt, don’t you ever do that to me again!

Our arrangements were simple: they pick up our laundry or I deliver it to their shop, they wash the clothes, and they deliver it to us, hassle-free, right? So it was really surprising to find 24 articles of clothing in our batch that does not belong to us. Okay, will just return it. No harm done. But then I found out, some of our belongings were lost. They’re explanation: they have this new labandera who mixed up everything. Idiot! Sorry, but for the longest time we trusted you guys and then you messed up. I wouldn’t be this irritated if they did not lose my favorite shirt. You know, my Simon Cowell navy blue shirt. You might have seen me wearing it now and then, probably often because I really dig that top. It’s comfy, it fits fine, and it makes me look good that I already do. LOL. They also misplaced my shirt with a necktie print on it and my Capt. America (that’s what our other TM calls me when I wear it) t-shirt. Along with the shirts are four Mum’s pants, several bedsheets and towels of Iya, and other stuff that weren’t accounted for. Idiot!

But fuming mad as I was, it all turned out fine. Over dinner, the owner’s daughter personally came to our house and delivered the missing pieces and a month’s worth of apologies. She said that she personally went through all the laundry to find those items that we listed as missing. Now that’s what I call service. Whew. Still, like every overly dramatic relationship humps, it may take a while before we trust each other again. Haha. They broke our hearts and it takes time for the trust to surface once again. Maybe it’s best that we take our laundry someplace for the meantime. Who knows, one day, we might be able to forgive what they did to us and let them wash our dirty garments once more.

The Road to Perdition

2008-11-08T23:10:00.004+08:00

If there’s one thing I hate…wait, wait. Let me rephrase that. I hate a lot of things and no particular peeve stands out. But if I have to share some of what I detest most…it would commuting. At the risk of sounding like an arrogant jerk that I am, let me at least explain why. For obvious reasons of how terrible public transportation in our country is; the unreasonable prices of fares; the public itself; super duper ridiculous traffic; trucks who think they are road royalties; and much, much more--it really makes you wonder how people gets to their destination in one piece. While I have the means to drive myself to work everyday (except Thursdays as the car’s coding that day), with the prices of fuel and auto maintenance, I just can’t possibly rely on driving to get me to where I need to go.

Where’s Wally? No, not the one in Sogo jeep!

Just this week I was late for two days. Big deal! It is, for me, especially if you’re late for just a minute. Can you believe that? Just a fraction of a minute and it ruins my schedule adherence. No, I ain’t after one of them Schedule Adherence awards which I achieved for having an almost-perfect attendance, but still, it’s one of the few things that I got going for me office-wise so please, do not take it away from me, public transportation environment man or whatever the hell you should be called. And to top it all off, my car’s rear was bumped by a stupid jeepney on my way home tonight. We’ll cause traffic if I stopped and confront the moron so I decided to drive forward and deal with the idiot on a much wider space. I was never really the confronting-type but you do not mess with one’s car. I stopped and went out of the car but the ignorant bastard sped up cowardly. I got your plates though, you uneducated commoner! TVF 972 EDSA-Taft to Alabang route.

Good thing, good ‘ol Charley’s tougher than she looks. Not a scratch nor dent in the rear and everything’s fine. Thank the heavens! Now that the holidays is just around the corner, expect busier roads and more commuting-related hassles. I suggest walking if it’s humanly possible. You get to have good exercise and lesser pollution. Just be safe everyone!

OBAMA!!!

2008-11-05T13:00:00.003+08:00

Book it! Or much better: “History Book it!!”

Barack Hussein Obama II...
...is the new leader of known free-world.

I’d like to believe Obama will not only be the new Head of State of the United States of America, but will be the new commander-in-chief of the whole world. Now, I won’t say much as I’m sure there are millions of blogs and articles about the historic election that just transpired. I just want to extend my congratulations to first-ever African-American president of the most powerful nation in the world.

“Change We Can Believe In”

Legend of the Seeker

2008-11-04T23:07:00.000+08:00

One of my basis when watching fresh TV shows is the female lead. Big whoop! No surprise there. So when I was channel surfing a few nights ago, I chanced upon The View and got interested with their guest, a certain Bridget Regan. Ooh, pretty. She’s promoting her new show: Legend of the Seeker. The title says it all…it’s epical. She says it’s gonna be cool and I always believe redheads are always telling the truth. I’ve taken the liberty of borrowing some person’s copy and embedded it here to prove the redhead right!

The Legend of the Seeker is based from The Sword of Truth novels by Terry Goodkind. Never really heard of it but they’re supposed to be best-sellers. The story is fairly simple. Young woodsman helps out hot mysterious chic and they hit it off, oh, and they seek out this wizard. See? Simple! Okay, not the best summarization of a classic work of literature but why spoil all the TV goodness?

This brand-new series is being brought to us by the awesome folks from ABC studios. Spiderman director, Sam Raimi, is the executive producer for this new show that just premiered last November 1. And they went all out on this one. Shot in New Zealand where Peter Jackson and crew spent seven years to bring Middle Earth to life…methinks they reinforced the idiom: spare no expense. Based from the first 10 minutes that we’ve watched, a friend kids that these kinds of shows are always a hit, but since they’re too ambitious…two seasons tops! But I say (and hope) this show will go down in TV history as one of the most magical and grandest of its genre.

Well, I haven’t really finished the pilot episode as it is a two-hour special premiere. Hopefully, by tomorrow. But I must say I wasn’t one-bit disappointed. The Matrix-like dodging of arrows and oh-so-awesome special effects will keep your eyes glued to the screen. At least for me it does. Kinda reminds you of old epic TV shows such as Hercules: The Legendary Journeys or Xena: Warrior Princess without the terrible clay monsters. Okay, I’m sorry. It’s the ‘90s so all is forgiven.

So, in conclusion…it’s like the grandeur of Lord of the Rings…on boob tube!

Roadtrip, Anyone?

2008-10-30T22:50:00.002+08:00

Where can one go on a full tank of gas?

- Distance from Manila to Baguio is 250 km

(I’d probably make it to Tarlac before I run out of gas)

- Distance from Manila to La Union is 259 km

(Not bad. I get to visit my relatives)

- Distance from Manila to Pagudpud is 563.15 km

(I’m better off going to Baguio)

- It will take 1:15 hours from Merville to Fairview

(I’ll visit my cousins)

- It will take 45 minutes from Merville to Bambang

(I miss my old house)

- It will take 40 minutes from Merville to Quezon City

(Now, here’s an idea)

- It will take 20 minutes from Merville to Alabang

(Still wins!)

Oh kay…forgive the ecstatic driver. I’m pretty sure that this is the first time my car felt what it’s like to have a full tank of gas. The credit goes out to my Tita who fortunately has some gas card credits left that will expire by Friday. And expensive solvents such as gasoline mustn’t go to waste, if I may so meself! Righteous!

Few months ago, I decided that for my birthday next year, I want to take a road trip. I’ll probably go to Pampanga first and stay with my relatives there, then off to Baguio for a vacation. If I have time, maybe I could go to La Union as I’ve been told I have some kins based there. Just like what Orlando Bloom’s character in Elizabethtown did. But sadly, I ain’t going anywhere. Full tank or gas light blinking dangerously, the car wouldn’t make it. Best that I could do is get the car tuned up and get all things fixed so that my road trip would be possible. Just the thought of it is exciting, right? And maybe I could take someone with me to this epic trip of mine. Or meet her somewhere ala-Kirsten Dunst in the film. Will you?

“Turn on ignition. Begin your journey and do not skip ahead.”

Ban on BLUE

2008-10-28T21:59:00.004+08:00

Okay, I ain’t much of a crusade kind of guy but my Tita Rina asked this as a favor. Let me call her Reg, she’s my tita but she’s literally eight months older than me. Well, she sent me this and requested me to spread the word out through my oh-so-many readers. Pretty much self-explanatory if you ask me.

This is to warn you against buying BLUE brand laptops. We bought a unit last July 20, 2007 and after 14 months of use, it broke down due to a defective motherboard as per diagnosis of their service center. They want to charge us P15,000 for its replacement. We tried to reason with them since the unit is relatively new, and they have to do something about because the customer may not always be right, but customers still have rights! We believe that a company such as this has no place in their consumer business because they do not care about the welfare of their customers. WE PROPOSE A TOTAL BAN ON THE BLUE BRAND OF LAPTOPS!

See? Scary but the woman has a point. When she first mentioned this campaign of hers on bulletin boards in one of her social networking sites, I thought it was nothing. “Don’t buy Blue laptops!” Okay, I prefer red anyways. I haven’t got the slightest idea that “Blue” is actually a brand of laptops. I feel for her because our unit suffered the same fate as hers a couple of months back. And by some stroke of bad luck, both diagnoses are the same: faulty motherboard. Good thing ours made it to the one-year warranty, so all we had to pay the service center folks was our kindness. Anyway, laptops are known to have a shorter life span per se. So, just take extra care for those notebook owners out there. Their parts are more expensive and they’re not really upgradeable. Love your laptop. Hehehe.

PS: Let me just clarify that BLUE is a brand not the color. Hahaha.

Happy Birthday (--,)

2008-10-27T15:02:00.004+08:00

(--,) celebrates its first birthday today. Happy Birthday (--,)

Countless cups of coffee and 174 blogs later, I’m finding it hard to believe that it’s been one year since I joined the Blogspot bandwagon. And since then, I’ve written personal entries that I believe was worthy of sharing. I’ve been blogging, (or at least trying) since 2005…be it Xanga or Friendster blogs. I still consider my Multiply account to be my primary one because most people in my circle’s a member so it’s easier to socialize with them. (--,), however, is a different story.

There are just some thoughts that are better left unwritten. But some fall into the middle ground. Those that are supposed to be kept private but one would go crazy if he/she can’t at least write about it. Can’t really say I’ve written some life-changing entry, but, hey, I’ve got readers. And my heartfelt gratitude to those eight who actually wastes couple of minutes of their precious and expensive time to comprehend my ramblings! Hehe. You guys know who you are. Gratzi!

By far, my most read entry in that span of one year would be Sunday Scribbles VI. We all know it’s in our nature to be interested to those juicy entries, and me dishing out a different side of me actually gave that blog hits. What do I get from all of these thoughts that I continuously publish? Well, other the fact that it keeps me sane, I’ve actually improved my writing skills. No, I have no aspirations of winning something from this country’s annual Blog awards. I started this as an online journal to let people know what goes on inside my noggin and maybe get to know better…and it will continue to be just that. To my blogging friends, if the pen is mightier than the sword; methinks, then the keyboard is lightsaber! (--,)

Almost Woohoo!

2008-10-26T22:33:00.004+08:00

“Woohoo!” - Used to show excess joy in response to a situation.

It was a night of almosts. I wrote how Saturdays usually suck for me, so yesterday, I thought, would not be an exception. An hour before I get off work, a buddy SMS’ed me with an invite: dinner and after dinner party within the area. Oh, joy! Good thing I was in the mood for some late night gimik, so it wasn’t really that hard to convince myself. When I reached Greenbelt, there they were. The gang, which I purposely will not disclose due to the nature of this entry. Hehehe. Yep, they’re all there, and I mean all. One girl in the mix, which I wasn’t expecting but couldn’t care less. After much deliberation on where the after dinner party should take place--Okay, guys, what’s the plan?

Cutscene to Alchemy. Yeah, Alchemy…the boys’ comfort zone, their own personal happy place. Well, like I said, not hard to convince meself and I do love Alchemy, so besides parking problems, what could possibly stop us from partying there? 1989 borns. The establishment is hosting an event for these school kids. It’s not a private one, but who’s really stupid enough to enter a club where its patrons already know one another? I’d like to see one hook up without looking and seeming like a douche. The solution: session it is. Please let it be somewhere in Quezon City, please! (*wink*) No, Gerry’s it is. After a tower of brewsky and some possibly fatal chicharong bulaklaks, the night shifts to a “Boys’ night out,” if you catch my drift.

Cutscene to Quezon Avenue: the metro’s very own Vegas strip minus the gambling but all the legal consummation at everyone’s disposal. Again, I have no qualms whatsoever if they want to be human beings. I may not agree, but I ain’t the hindering kinda guy. So, whilst I drove home our rose among the thorns and passed by the house that I hope to pass by and go to more often (hehehe) the boys were scouting for the mothership. Their first stop: the establishment named after Hercules’ adorable and charming flying unicorn. But what they had to offer did not tickle my friends’ tastebuds. So off to the next: what you call your friends and kids if you’re in the same class together. Now here, wow, it shook the foundations of my beliefs and viewpoint on this subject matter. Oh, wow! But thank the heavens for expensive rates and time limits. Whew. But these are red-blooded males. Nothing will stop them if they set out to hunt. Beside the expensive spot, lies this new foundation, a wing or annex if you will. It’s so new that you can actually still sniff the fresh paint off the walls, it’s cheaper, and they definitely pressed the right buttons of my companions. Again, I was saved. Gratefulness goes out to being late that all the “good ones” are taken and what’s left are not worthy of shelling out hard-earned pesoses. The night ended with a plan for next time. We should be early, it should be all boys, and be ready for anything. Whatever you say, boys!

Why are these places named after the most wholesomest words?

Almost Woohoo! I am a firm believer of “Why pay for things that you can get for free?” Up to the point before we went to that new place, it was classic me who was prevailing. Sure, I’ve been to places like that but never sampled what they had to offer. It was always me and this friend enjoying the good food that our host ordered for us while they keep themselves busy. Take your time, guys, the roasted chicken and calamares are better lovers than the one you’re with anyways. But last night, if it weren’t for the circumstances, I would’ve lost it. I already went all technical and thought, “Yeah, I still don’t believe in paying for that, but I ain’t shelling out anything. It’s free! So technically, I’m not demolishing my beliefs.” No, I don’t agree with this certain literary vampire character who everyone loves about his belief that those acts are supposed to be special. I’m sorry but that sounded gay. It’s just that it’s better if it’s a conquest, right? Challenging. See, I’ve been known to give good intros and interesting bodies of stories, but my endings will usually make you go, “That’s it? Nothing happened? Sheesh!” Hahaha! Although, next time, it might be a different story.

Dear You

2008-10-23T00:29:00.003+08:00

Dear You,

Why aren’t you updating me that much anymore? Have I done something wrong? Am I not worthy of your time anymore that you choose to spend your time on useless things and people? Yes, I know you will defend them; they’re not useless. But do you really think this will end happily ever after? Come on. Just look at your track record. Be serious. You’re better off with your daily primetime shows and books and gimiks. Face it…you’re not the settling type. Yes, you’re romantic, I give you that, but I guarantee that once you get what you’re asking for, you wouldn’t have the slightest idea with what to do with it. Do you really want me to bring up 2004 and 2005? I don’t think so. You were seriously worse than a pathetic zombie craving for fresh meat, well, in your case…stupid little chance. Good thing it wasn’t given to you.

Okay, I’m a bit too harsh. After all, you’re just a goofy bastard with delusions of grandeur and immortality. I’m just looking out for you. You know I always got your back. And I support whatever ridiculous endeavors you’re embarking on. I’m just stating the obvious. Like I can do anything anyways. I’m just a lifeless program who can’t even think for himself and needs, you, to tell me what to think and do. Just remember, I’m always here for you, always ready to listen and absorb whatever it is you want to tell me.

Love always,
(--,)

Michelangelo (not the turtle)

2008-10-16T11:14:00.003+08:00

It took Michelangelo four years to finish the magnificent ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. It took me nine hours less lunch and coffee breaks to finish typing this documentary about him. It would be appropriate if I would write a little something about the world’s greatest artist in history…but I’m pretty sure that I had a little too much Michelangelo information to last me until I’m 30. Put me on a gameshow with trivia about him and I’d win the grand prize. But, in the spirit of art and history, this guy deserves his title of being the greatest. According to the documentary, he is the first superstar figure in history, at least, with regards to the art world, and if you spent hours and hours researching about him, I guarantee you’ll agree with that statement. Coolest part would be him pitted against his greatest rival at their time: the famed Leonardo da Vinci, then, without his movie deals and controversial works of literature. They were in this battle that would’ve decided who is better, but, as fate would have it, the epic clash did not finish. Leo screwed up his paints and Mikey was called by the Upper East Siders, I mean, by the Pope to do this little project he’s been planning, you know, paint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. No big deal, right? Yeah, upon completion, Mikey was immortalized in movies and mutant turtles were named after him.

Cellphone receptions in the old days are bad.

Right. This guy is the man. Regardless of his “preferences” hell, his works were masterpieces and timeless. Now I know why the best artists in the world belong to the softer classification. One of the things that I want to do before I meet my maker is to travel. Rome is definitely on my itinerary. I would so want to see the Sistine Chapel and marvel at its ceiling. Yeah, I’m definitely doing that. I think it’s safe to say that I am a self-proclaimed renowned Michelangelo scholar. Hahaha! Michelangelo Buonarroti, you’re now my favorite dead artist. Gratzi for everything.

PS: During those days, why were people who say the world is round burned at stakes? LOL. Sorry, but I really find that funny! Wouldn’t it be so ever amazing if that were implemented nowadays? Heeheehee.

Suburbs & Saturday Nights Suck

2008-10-16T02:39:00.004+08:00

The suburbs suck…and so does Saturday nights! Yes, it’s only Thursday but I cannot think of anything to write about and video streaming is becoming a bitch, so, the suburbs and Saturday nights suck. Let me explain. Friday and Saturday nights are supposed to be fun and nonstop partying till the break of dawn. Friday nights, not so much as I have work on Saturdays so I can’t really go all classic me during the night before the weekends. But Saturday, well, should be a whole different story. (I so miss the Friday Club) My last working night of the week, supposed to be, and what happens after shift? I’m home by 10:30. Go on, all together now, the “L” gesture on everyone’s forehead.

My solution: house parties. Will it work: count on it. Feasible: most likely. When: never. What’s wrong with the suburbs? Well, minus the pretentious homeowners, nothing really. It’s just that I’ve been a resident here for three years now and I can shamefully declare that I, yours truly, do not have any neighborhood friends. There I said it. Our community consists of kids and young people whose age ranges from toddlers to teenagers; and the majority, adults. For some reason, the twenty-something demographic count is one: me.

Wisteria Lane minus the hot housewives who’re desperate

Good thing my two teenage cousins live five cartwheels from my house. Or else, I’d lose my sanity from being surrounded by hell spawns and ancient creatures. Still, they’re that, teenagers, and they have their own groups and friends. (Can’t hookup with anyone in their circle as I am guaranteed to go to jail if I do) I’m so envious to this particular neighbor who hosts weekly Saturday night sessions with her friends and kada. What’s stopping me? I tell people where I live and they’re all of a sudden busy. No, I don’t live in the projects, au contraire, me dears. But Paranaque’s not really commuter-friendly. I, myself, hate riding public transportation from and to our place. But however boring or uneventful living here, this is still my home and I’d probably think twice when an opportunity to move comes knocking at my front door. Unless, of course, we get to have our old house in Manila back. Mean time, Saturday nights will continue to suck for an indefinite period of time. (--,)

Salon Price Hike

2008-10-12T14:21:00.002+08:00

I have always loved salon days. Months ago, I wrote something about it being my only luxury. And months passed, and it’s still the only thing I treat myself constantly with…that is, until this morning. Mum and my Tita were to have their own respective trip to the salon and so naturally, I would’ve went with them so I could get my haircut for free. Good plan. That is, until we called for reservations. For some ridiculous reason, Bench Fix Hair salon decided to go all petroleum-like and raised their rates. Son of a…Used to be P285 is well, still pretty pricey but I figured, once a month and a half, right? I could manage. But the receptionists specifically told us that now they’re charging P350 per cut! Are the hairdressers and barbers also suffering from recession?

I’ll probably still go and get my haircut at Fix, and be happy about it. Like I said, my stylist there is the only one I trust my hair with. This presents a dilemma. Well, it’s a big deal for me anyways. I was thinking of letting my hair grow like it used to, my “F4” days, (refer to the scary accompanying picture) but my hair doesn’t grow that quick when I’m aiming for that long haired look. And my current messed-up style is easy to manage and doesn’t require that much effort. For now, I guess, I’ll just schedule my salon days two weeks before an important event or occasion. Grrr…the moment I get filthy rich, first thing I’m gonna spend on is hiring a stay-in hairdresser! I swear! Mwahahaha!

Tired + Exhausted + Weary = Fun

2008-10-08T23:15:00.007+08:00

Tired! I’m probably using my reserves already just to keep myself going. I haven’t really been getting appropriate rest in the past few days. It’s not like something that is time-consuming happened. I don’t know. Last weekend, I only got 7 to 8 hours of sleep tops. Nonstop partying and after-effects of it kept me awake all throughout my rest days. Not that I’m complaining, I did had lots of fun. But I am feeling the consequences of going all Energizer Bunny.

T&C Survivors showcasing their not-fake-at-all smiles

Yesterday, our team had its general assembly. Many of us thought it would be that big of a deal because the team’s not really used to meetings and assembly, unless terrible news is to be relayed. But no, the meeting was actually light, kinda fun even. Sure, the hint of fake smiles and nonchalant emotions are somewhat apparent, but hey, I won two awards so I totally enjoyed it. Especially when we got to this IceBreaker challenge prepared by the bosses and when our new boss brought out his camera--photo-ops! Best part...the “acceptance” and picture taking with the presenter. *Heehee* Meeting was held 8:00 am so it’s one of the reasons why my insides feel like jello as of the moment.

And to keep the good times rolling, since it’s very rare that our schedules meet, what better way to make it all memorable than to go all sporty by bowling. Yes, I’m literally dragging myself to Mall of Asia but I know it’s going to be worth it. It’s dinner first at Pupung’s resto (how I miss thee) and then let the games begin. My team lost, and the shot that could’ve made the difference, I took it. Nevertheless, I was right. All of us enjoyed ourselves. And here’s your proof: 17. The Game.

How I wish for the weekend to arrive early. I feel like I’m coming down with something. I know I probably won’t get enough and suggested sleep hours but I will at least try. Oh, the pain and weakness of exhaustion. And I don’t even know why and how. What the hell’s causing this weariness? Good thing there’s always something/someone to look forward to every single day. Zzzzzz (--.)

Good Morning, Timmy

2008-10-06T08:31:00.002+08:00

Today is going to be a long day. I just know it’ll be. Why? Because it’s one of those super rare times that I am awaken very early, and I mean early. I even had breakfast. Yes, a real hearty breakfast meal, and got to read the papers! Weird! For the past few days, weeks even, I’ve been deprived of my true love: sleep. It’s like there are these forces that wakes me up even before my alarms does their jobs. It’s not like I’m excited or anything. No. I cannot think of one good reason for excitement of that magnitude to keep me conscious longer than usual. No. Then what is it? Beats me.

Got about four hours of sleep. For some, four hours, already a luxury, but like I said, I’ve always been the play hard; sleep harder type of guy. And this mini hangover is not really helping. Where are them Biogesics when you need one? Last night, till early dawn this morning, was Z’s birthday bash. Crazy never-on-Sundays song selections and one bucket later, I was speeding home: 20 minutes, all it took from España to home. Stupid! What was I thinking? (Allo, I’m Lindsey Lohan!) Thank the Man upstairs I got home in one piece. Never again!

Well, there’s always my trusted Tylenol PM. Surely, this is a job for those little tablets of dreamland. But then again, I’m thinking productiveness. On my mind: early Christmas shopping for those people who matter; buy presents for Ninong and Z; actually go back to Quezon City to have my camera fixed (been dead for several months now); finish the final book in the series that I’m reading; or (my personal fave) go indolent! I’m thinking option number five! It’ll probably prevail anyway. The gifts for Ninong and Z comes in second as I really want to give them something special for their birthdays which is today. Let’s see. For the mean time, since it’s still early, I’ma go all classic me first! Oh, by the way, I’m home alone, at least until night time. So, I was thinking, a sixth option? [Evil Grin] (--,)

Go Reproductive Health Bill!

2008-10-03T09:58:00.003+08:00

“Please join our signature campaign to prevent the Reproductive Health Bill from being passed by Congress…” Bleh! I’ve been hearing this line every Sunday for a month or so now from our priests here in our parish. No. I have nothing against religion. I can safely say that I’m a Catholic, just not that devout like my family is. And that, probably, is the reason why I think the moralists preventing the passing of the Reproductive Health Bill is just utterly ridiculous.

What? You want more people in our already over-populated archipelago? Do you not trust your kids to do the right thing? (Hmm…not really a good argument. Haha.) Those who came up with the bill are just being practical and right. It’s the freaking 21st century, unless the Church will launch a crusade like it did in the medieval times against horny people, mankind will have sex--protected and planned or not. Might as well be safe while doing it, right?

What about the sanctity of marriage? I don’t wanna go there. Frankly, I don’t wanna go up against the super scary forces of those old women in blue uniforms (not hypocritical at all) and the equal rights for everybody groups. I’m just keeping my mind open for what the RHB can and will do for us. So, please, spare me from the campaign against sex bill. It’s not even fully about sex. Unless, it’s a line for a guest list…I ain’t signing nothing!!! (--,)

Chuck Versus the First Date

2008-10-01T23:34:00.004+08:00

“My name is Charles Carmichael, CIA Agent, and this is MY trap. I don't think you gentlemen realize the gravity of the predicament that you're in. You see, that phone call you made to the Buy More? Yeah, we traced that. Your compound is currently surrounded by 23 infantry troopers, 16 snipers, 17 heavy gunners, 4 demolitions experts, and enough ammunition to orbit Arnold Schwarzenegger. You're outmanned and you're outgunned. Those peashooters you're holding might as well be sharp sticks and strong language.”

Oh, yes, our lovable spy geek is back…and methinks he’s here to stay. “Chuck,” one of the shows premiering this fall that I have been patiently anticipating for finally came, and what an opening it was. The sophomore season of this spy comedy looks promising and it’s definitely worth the wait. I was having trouble concentrating on my “multi-tasking” duties as I cannot contain my laughter throughout the whole episode. If each scene of Heroes: Villains was compelling, then Chuck Versus the First Date succeeded in making its viewers glued to the screen for its entire duration. Chuck Bartowski, together with CIA officer-slash-love interest, Sarah; Major Casey, NSA; sister Ellie and fiancé Captain Awesome (who stole the show with some comedic scenes); sidekick Morgan and the whole crew of Buy More…are all present for the ride. Hell, if Supernatural wasn’t so awesome two Fridays ago, I’d consider this premiere to be the best among the rest this fall season.

Without spoiling any major plotlines, yes, Chuck and Sarah were about to kiss, for real. [Giggles] The main reason I watch this show is because of their relationship. Kinda gives one hope that nothing is impossible. (Keep telling that to yourself!) A charming drip and a hot femme fatale--it could happen.

As if Tuesdays aren’t action-packed enough, now comes “Chuck.” Definitely, I won’t miss any episode this season, count on that.

DynasThree

2008-09-30T03:29:00.000+08:00

Dynasty + Three = DynasThree

Season 84 NCAA Champions: The San Beda Red Lions!!!

My beloved Red Lions kept the crown for the third straight year.
A rare feat of grandslam of all sorts.
And I was there to witness how history was made.
Not much details on this post. Wait for that in the coming days.
(Just got home from the never-ending celebration in Mendiola)
This just a mere tribute for the best collegiate team around!
What a way to end September!

Animo San Beda!
Three-peat, baby!

Borrowed pic from Inquirer while waiting for uploads

Regine Angeles on Maxim

2008-09-28T22:19:00.002+08:00

Regine Angeles = ♥

Okay, the October 2008 cover model of Maxim Philippines made me purchase the magazine. Yes, I actually, literally, bought a copy. This is because with regards to my long-term goal, I have decided to spend eternity with Regine Angeles. Not many people know who she is. Look up 2007 Be Bench The Model Search Female Grand Winner--her best title to date. She also has full-time stints in primetime telenovelas showing in local channels. Nothing much is known about this stunner, which I actually prefer. That way, I won’t have a lot of karibals. Hehehe. Right. Let me stop now before it sounds way too creepy.

I don’t usually buy copies of men’s magazines. Most of the issues I own are back copies on sale. Nevertheless, on the rare occasions that I do, the cover girl must’ve been really worthy and goddess-like to catch my attention and make me shelf out a couple bucks (the last I think way still way back in college with Nicole Hernandez grazing the cover of UNO Mag). And Regine certainly is worthy.

The issue also includes a poster of her! Oh, joy.

Regine Angeles = ♥

When I Grow Up

2008-09-28T01:06:00.010+08:00

Sydney Fox, Lara Croft, Rick O’Connell, and the world’s most famous archaeologist, Indiana Jones--these are just some of the best fictional characters that I adored and looked up to (well, not Sydney and Lara of course but I certainly adore them). They are archaeologists. Most people I know don’t really have a clue about this side of me. If there’s one subject that I really am interested in (and good at) it’s history.

Ever since forever, I’ve always been fascinated with the world’s history and what better way to appreciate the past than ancient artifact and relics. I’ve always believed that every treasure or piece has this magical story behind them passed by through generations. History, geography, culture, and my personal favorite, mythology--I’m such a geek for these topics.

I remember, when cable was introduced in the 90’s, Nickelodeon had this game show, “Legends of the Hidden Temple,” where kids in pairs are pitted against each other through several tasks and challenges and the winning pair gets to enter Olmec’s temple and find the historical artifact, and of course, winning the grand prize. It was my dream to join that show (hehe) because I found the questions really easy and it’ll probably be the closest I can get to an epic adventure.

Of course, I don’t consider myself to be an expert or scholar on this matter. But I want to be. You see, archaeology may be a weird profession especially on my side of the globe, but then again, I was always the type who would go with what I want rather than the practical choice. That’s why I wanted to study history in college. When I was younger than my current self, when asked about what I want to be when I grow up, my automatic answer would be, “I want to be an archaeologist.” But, as luck would have it, I ended up with a degree in business and entrepreneurship management. Having said that, I have decided to pursue my dream and take up further studies of archaeology in the University of Philippines. I read about their program and I was really fascinated with it. Cool, huh? Yeah, even Bes thinks so too. Hold on just one minute. I said “I decided,” that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m actually enrolling at this coming semester.

Believe me, there is nothing more I want than to go ahead and study again, but there are a lot of factors to consider with this move that I want to make. I may not be the best student then, but I think my credentials are enough for the state university to accept my application. (I actually graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree…still surprises me to this day) Sure, the tuition is manageable, but then again, I’ll have to be self-sustaining as the parents will not be able to help me out with this one; I need to keep my day job, which makes it a little impossible as time is of the essence in my industry. And the fact that U.P. is in the other side of NCR doesn’t help at all.

Maybe not today, maybe not this year, hell, it may even take years before I reach this goal of mine. But one thing’s for sure, this will be good for me. I’m actually doing something with my life and I will most surely enjoy every minute of it. After all, it’s always fun when you’re doing what you want, right? Someday, there will be a major dig or a very important archaeological find with me spearheading it. Maybe I’ll be the one who will discover the Holy Grail, or discover if there really is a Fountain of Youth, or just some ordinary but significant urn that will unlock the majestic gates of heaven (okay, I got carried away). I could just imagine. Dashing and debonair me. (--,)

Stressful Sloth in September

2008-09-27T00:56:00.003+08:00

My apologies to the three to five people who actually passes by and checks out my writings. I know I haven’t been posting anything lately and there’s a perfectly good explanation for that. I’m busy. Would you believe, me, busy? Of course not. I don’t consider myself to be one. But apparently, I am. Like I said, this month’s going to be more or less time-consuming as this has always been my busiest month of the year, more stressful actually than the Holiday season.

Cool right? Must be party 24/7, huh? Wrong. Refer to my last entry, I haven’t been attending any. Like some ugly destiny has been playing tricks on my social being. No worries, for every negativity, there is always an equal and opposite reaction. Sir Newton must’ve have been thinking about Fall TV shows when he came up with that law. Yes, yes. Each and every show that I was waiting for delivered on their premieres, and some, even exceeded expectations. And that, my friends, is another reason behind my busyness. Currently, I’m following 10 shows and another favorite of mine starts this coming Monday. Six out of 10 of those shows are aired on Mondays in the U.S. which translates to Tuesdays here in my side of the world. A friend wrote something about how he loves his Tuesdays. I’ll probably write one too, but I’ll wait until every show I follow premiered so I can give my complete two-cents worth.

And me reading a book series doesn’t help at all with my writing duties. Nevertheless, I’m enjoying it all. (--,)

Drawing

2008-09-21T15:07:00.001+08:00

As far as I can remember, I have not desecrated any divine places or important shrines. So, why are my plans not going the way they’re supposed to be? In fact, they’re not going anywhere at all. Two times this week I was invited, and twice I was left hanging…alone! I hate it when plans do not push through. All the excitements you feel and investments you put as time passes by towards that moment, and then they cancel--no, cancellation would be polite; not saying if it did push through and they just decided they didn’t want you after all is just cruel. Maybe that’s not how it went down, I’m just over-reacting. Then again, who wouldn’t resort to disappointment and frustration? Well, why should I apologize for feeling that way? I was the one who got the short end of both sticks, right?

Like I said, September should be interesting. And it is. I just didn’t see it being all negatively interesting! No more “plans” for me, at least, for the mean time. I am so used to the word “umm,” excuses, and changes of thought; I’d pass out if someone agrees with me. Why do they have to be so elusive? And, seriously, why do I even bother?

Happy Birthday Bes!

2008-09-18T00:00:00.003+08:00

To my beloved Bes…

A Happy Birthday to you!

May we celebrate it this time around…
God bless and take good care of yourself!
Much love (--,)

Kelly's Baby's Father

2008-09-17T22:40:00.003+08:00

Okay. So here’s the spoiler. As you know, I am a self-confessed TV show buff, geek, aficionado or whatever the hell sounds cooler than fan. Haven’t really written any review of this new spin off (wow…“new spin off”) of the 90210 franchise: 90210 (yes, let’s not make it complicated). But due to the nature of this scene and the characters involved…something like this, I just cannot let it pass. Once you get pass the “Jennie Garth and Shannen Doherty acting like everything is A-okay after all those years they said it wasn’t,” you’ll feel the nostalgia and begin to reminisce about the good ol’ 90’s. Especially if their conversation in this clip involves divulging who the father of Kelly Taylor’s baby is (again, yes, Kelly produced an offspring, like no 20+ year old saw that coming). Seriously, I was close to hyperventilating upon watching the clip. Laugh now, but with my Ninang dreaming to eat at the Peach Pit back then, it made me realize, I was actually a fan of the original installment without even knowing it! And even if I didn’t agree with how the writers think and went with, hey, bringing him back would definitely put this show on the top. Just ask my lady friends! Sheesh! How I wish that the characters of Brenda Walsh and Kelly Taylor are the frontliners of 90210, not just hyped-up cameos. Drop the new kids (except Silver…I ♥ Silver **new crush alert**) and bring back the original crew.

And just because, I would go far as to say that...
I PREFER 90210 OVER GOSSIP GIRL!
My heading says it all
And that’s saying a lot! ♥

90210 = Love

Face Your Manga

2008-09-14T14:52:00.001+08:00

For at least a month I was looking for this site online that cartoonizes one’s self into an anime-like character. Lots of people are using their animated self as profile images or primary photos ever since Yahoo! launched their Yahoo! Avatars, but what I’ve been seeing for the past few weeks really made me curious on where did these people get their online caricatures. Then comes Ton. “Face Your Manga,” he said when I asked out loud where, where, where! Hah! Finally. I made two versions of myself.

The second one I like better.
Somehow though, I’m not sure if they’re me. Catch my drift? Haha!