Here are some stuff I've been scribbling while I'm physically located at work but psychologically not. Sorry but most of the times this happens.
...in this corner
stands in the horridness of boredom
accentuated by aloftness
covered in a cloud of smoke
emulsified by praises and weirded eyes
we play.
key in lust
know when to use it
make way for that line
never a minute, never from a single stand
we play.
~~~~~~
when there is time to think, you wont
when the air is pressed, you can't
when space is white, you darken
think.
I did this and i did that
you had this and you had that
acceptance at hand
comprehension is bland
I don't know how to explain these to be honest with you because my mind was just playing around so in case you're finding these lines ridiculous then we'll all have to wait until Christmas. Haha. Just kidding.
Happy Halloween everyone!
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Before the Plunge
I have a feeling that I should be writing today. This is because I also have a feeling that I wouldn't be able to find time to write here for quite awhile again. Unfortunately, my thoughts aren't cooperating. No! That can't be. I really really want to say something before I take the plunge.
I'm going to start working again as a copywriter. Tonight will be my first night on the floor. Yesterday, I went on training together with some graphic artists who will be deployed with the Creative Team. I was the only one who was to work with SEO. You see, I went into this training knowing all my questions will finally be answered by the trainer, but no, she was downright clueless herself about my field of work.
Anyway, I guess I'll be fine. That's what everyone was telling me. That I'll be fine. But I was like, nah, I don't know.
Before going to bed finally for the last time of being a bum I played Backyard Monsters (raised and hatched me some Pokey's and Finks. About 20 of each. Whew!), Mafia Wars (Moscow, baby yeah!) and lastly MMA Pro (Ftaghn be damned, I'll beat you next time).
I'll see you next time, my dear blog. I'll miss you until the next time I see you. Take care of yourself please.
To Parag Lavine of Bombay, you were always right about IT. Thank you for not giving up on me.
To Melissa Reyes: Sorry OG.
To Rey Villanueva: Sorry...I forgot.
To Emman Publico: Sorry Alabang.
To Jigs: Sorry PC Mall
To April Limbo: Sorry Singapore company(unless you guys offer me that freelance job as well hehe)
To Francis Jan Quinabo: I'll take that some other time (ang yabang ko haha!)
To KC Ochoa: I need you back
To Vinz Natividad: I need you to help
To Kaiye Roldan: I need that ...
To my brother koniks: I need you to stop whatever you're doing, dancing, if that's what you call it, because you're becoming so annoying I'm becoming nauseous.
To my Lola Luming and my mother who is about to go to the Antipolo Cathedral: I love you both.
Shit. This is cheezy! I'm not signing out or saying good-bye, okay. I'm just going to bed.
I'm going to start working again as a copywriter. Tonight will be my first night on the floor. Yesterday, I went on training together with some graphic artists who will be deployed with the Creative Team. I was the only one who was to work with SEO. You see, I went into this training knowing all my questions will finally be answered by the trainer, but no, she was downright clueless herself about my field of work.
Anyway, I guess I'll be fine. That's what everyone was telling me. That I'll be fine. But I was like, nah, I don't know.
Before going to bed finally for the last time of being a bum I played Backyard Monsters (raised and hatched me some Pokey's and Finks. About 20 of each. Whew!), Mafia Wars (Moscow, baby yeah!) and lastly MMA Pro (Ftaghn be damned, I'll beat you next time).
I'll see you next time, my dear blog. I'll miss you until the next time I see you. Take care of yourself please.
To Parag Lavine of Bombay, you were always right about IT. Thank you for not giving up on me.
To Melissa Reyes: Sorry OG.
To Rey Villanueva: Sorry...I forgot.
To Emman Publico: Sorry Alabang.
To Jigs: Sorry PC Mall
To April Limbo: Sorry Singapore company(unless you guys offer me that freelance job as well hehe)
To Francis Jan Quinabo: I'll take that some other time (ang yabang ko haha!)
To KC Ochoa: I need you back
To Vinz Natividad: I need you to help
To Kaiye Roldan: I need that ...
To my brother koniks: I need you to stop whatever you're doing, dancing, if that's what you call it, because you're becoming so annoying I'm becoming nauseous.
To my Lola Luming and my mother who is about to go to the Antipolo Cathedral: I love you both.
Shit. This is cheezy! I'm not signing out or saying good-bye, okay. I'm just going to bed.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Under the Pillow
Some dreams come true and then some will come to an end unearthly as you can ever imagine.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Trapped in the Drive-Thru
I heard this first from my brother one early morning. He was playing it so loud that I was woken up instantaneously. I was not mad. I was, as a matter of fact, amused. It made me laugh so hard I asked him to play it again for me as I prepared my coffee. As the song was playing, once again I was laughing like crazy. Then my brother sang it to me. I could not believe he knew the lyrics so well! He said he'd been hearing it from our cousins for quite a while now. Wow! The next thing I know, I'm trying to memorize the song. Anyway, I just want to share to you Trapped in the Drive-Thru by Weird Al Yankovic. =)
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Did you hear that, mother?
You know what day it is today? It's Sunday. And I'm sure you know what's the most important thing in the life of a catholic family when it's Sunday, right? No stupid, not watch Manny Pacquiao match, mass! Mass, right?
Oh don't roll your eyes on me now because I'm telling you what your about to read is something you'll surely remember for the rest of your life. I mean it.
First off, I gotta tell you something about myself. Okay, I know this is painful for both you and I but I really gotta do this or else you'll miss the whole point on why am I blogging an episode of my life on a lazy day Sunday. I promise to keep it short but straight. So here we go.
I'm already twenty-five years old and I still haven't finished college. I stopped in my sophomore year. When I left school I went to work in a call center for three years. I did that because I had to save money so I can go back to school. During that time my parents were starting to get really bored of my collegiate prattles that they felt they needed a break. Anyway, so I worked hard and earned quite a few. My plan was to continue studying even if I was working during the graveyard shifts. That never happened. Why? Good question. Well, not because the graveyard shift gave me unhealthy sleeping patterns but because of these - the money was scarce, my parents became ruthlessly uncaring about our education and was content of having a mediocre life spent huddled up in the mountains far from civilization and I became the unfortunate go-to person in the entire family so as to say the bread-winner. I did another job as a copywriter because my parents felt that my obligation isn't done yet and that my newly acquired position as the bread-winner wasn't well kept. So this time I earned a lot better. Better enough to send me back to school. But still I couldn't. Same reasons I intricately elaborated right above. Come the start of year 2009 when my parents had an inkling that I may have the desire to go back to school and finish my degree they sent me back to study. A year after, or I should say maybe less, my mother started complaining about money again. My father was already working in the middle east and is already earning quite a lot yet still money is an issue. So I had to stopped schooling again.
That is my story. And that is just sad.
I love my parents, you know. I love my family. But the more I think about the stuff I'd been through all these years, not finishing school and all, makes me wanna regret everything I'd done for them and start pointing fingers - outwardly. I start to think that my parents had become ruthless, totally unmoved or perhaps they were abducted some time back and now they're this evil aliens trying to squeeze the life out of me starting by the time they made me quit writing for my college's school newspaper.
Anyway, let me now connect that to my topic. So my mother, Konics and I attended the mass today. We were seated about 3-4 pews from the altar, best seat in town. I sat beside mama. Then when you think you're about to fall asleep the priest will start off with his homily. Suddenly I was wide awake. Despite my limping eye sight my ears got stuck on the priests sermon when he said something like this: "God wants tell the people that when you do good to others you don't have to tell them hey, I did that for you as if bragging." He continued with some examples and the best one he cited is this, "for the parents, you don't say oh, if it weren't because of me you wouldn't be able finish school. Because you know very well that sending your kids to school is your obligation." Yahahahaha hahahahahah hahahahahahaha ahahahaha ahahahah hahahahahahaha.....
God, that was hilarious. And can you imagine how awkward it was for my mother to hear that. Did you hear that, mother? Oh geesh, that was insane. But honestly, I felt that that homily was meant for me. I mean, for once I felt that the heavens conspired for this very special day just so that my mother can hear the ugly truth.
PS. The Ugly Truth stars Katherine Heigl and Gerard Butler. I was actually watching it on HBO while entering this. Katherine Heigl sucks because Gerard Butler is just so irresistible from the start. =)
Oh don't roll your eyes on me now because I'm telling you what your about to read is something you'll surely remember for the rest of your life. I mean it.
First off, I gotta tell you something about myself. Okay, I know this is painful for both you and I but I really gotta do this or else you'll miss the whole point on why am I blogging an episode of my life on a lazy day Sunday. I promise to keep it short but straight. So here we go.
I'm already twenty-five years old and I still haven't finished college. I stopped in my sophomore year. When I left school I went to work in a call center for three years. I did that because I had to save money so I can go back to school. During that time my parents were starting to get really bored of my collegiate prattles that they felt they needed a break. Anyway, so I worked hard and earned quite a few. My plan was to continue studying even if I was working during the graveyard shifts. That never happened. Why? Good question. Well, not because the graveyard shift gave me unhealthy sleeping patterns but because of these - the money was scarce, my parents became ruthlessly uncaring about our education and was content of having a mediocre life spent huddled up in the mountains far from civilization and I became the unfortunate go-to person in the entire family so as to say the bread-winner. I did another job as a copywriter because my parents felt that my obligation isn't done yet and that my newly acquired position as the bread-winner wasn't well kept. So this time I earned a lot better. Better enough to send me back to school. But still I couldn't. Same reasons I intricately elaborated right above. Come the start of year 2009 when my parents had an inkling that I may have the desire to go back to school and finish my degree they sent me back to study. A year after, or I should say maybe less, my mother started complaining about money again. My father was already working in the middle east and is already earning quite a lot yet still money is an issue. So I had to stopped schooling again.
That is my story. And that is just sad.
I love my parents, you know. I love my family. But the more I think about the stuff I'd been through all these years, not finishing school and all, makes me wanna regret everything I'd done for them and start pointing fingers - outwardly. I start to think that my parents had become ruthless, totally unmoved or perhaps they were abducted some time back and now they're this evil aliens trying to squeeze the life out of me starting by the time they made me quit writing for my college's school newspaper.
Anyway, let me now connect that to my topic. So my mother, Konics and I attended the mass today. We were seated about 3-4 pews from the altar, best seat in town. I sat beside mama. Then when you think you're about to fall asleep the priest will start off with his homily. Suddenly I was wide awake. Despite my limping eye sight my ears got stuck on the priests sermon when he said something like this: "God wants tell the people that when you do good to others you don't have to tell them hey, I did that for you as if bragging." He continued with some examples and the best one he cited is this, "for the parents, you don't say oh, if it weren't because of me you wouldn't be able finish school. Because you know very well that sending your kids to school is your obligation." Yahahahaha hahahahahah hahahahahahaha ahahahaha ahahahah hahahahahahaha.....
God, that was hilarious. And can you imagine how awkward it was for my mother to hear that. Did you hear that, mother? Oh geesh, that was insane. But honestly, I felt that that homily was meant for me. I mean, for once I felt that the heavens conspired for this very special day just so that my mother can hear the ugly truth.
PS. The Ugly Truth stars Katherine Heigl and Gerard Butler. I was actually watching it on HBO while entering this. Katherine Heigl sucks because Gerard Butler is just so irresistible from the start. =)
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