Tuesday, December 28, 2010

'Tis the Season of Theme Parties

Hippie Holiday: 70s Flower Power
We've always had theme parties in the office so it's a given for people to take it seriously. Every year, there are cash prizes and guessing games. For this year's 70's party, I came as Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac. I thought I could pull off the look without having to make an effort in putting the costume together so I wore stuff that I already had in my closet. Another thing, very few are familiar with Stevie Nicks so I actually had the option to come as I please. Hehe.

But in fairness to me, I did have a peg of the Stevie look:

Me (didn't do the floral hair arrangement lest I look drag and decided against the knitted beanie because I'm not in Europe):
Our Chairman and CEO channeling Michael Jackson in his pre-surgery days.
Spotted: Freddie Aguilar partying w/ his high profile barkada -
Blondie, Jimi Hendrix, Telly Savalas, Yoko Ono, Stevie Nicks,
Michelle Philips and Janis Joplin - at a famous Makati joint.

Kings of Neon
For our barkada party, I came up with the NEON theme for two reasons: First, I want a really colorful Facebook album now that I'm posting photos again; and second, because I wanna use the title Kings of Neon (a derivative of my favorite pop rock band Kings of Leon).  And what a fun theme it was! I didn't think my friends would take it seriously but when we started giving false promises of cash prizes, they fell for it! I think everyone knew the prize was a bluff but the penalty for not being in costume (P 500) was for real. Haha.
So aside from Christmas lights, we used glow sticks and laser stage lighting to set the mood, and my glowing, flashing, lighted shot glasses (I had three of them but went home with none - silly friends took them home with Patron residue. did.not.wash.).

Party Lights that dance to the beat of the music.
Neonnntastic glowing glass filled with anything we could get our hands on (Patron, Bacardi... name it!)

Hmmm so if it were an event (and actually, it was - in terms of the scale of preparation), what are the specs? 14 people. Hahaha! All the effort for 14 friggin' people. That's what you call Labor of Love Love Love. And just plain, pointless craziness :)

Spotted: Barracudas getting sloshed in neon drag. Somewhere in Pasig.
How serious was it, really? One of us had his shirt customized for this 'event.' :)

Sunday, December 26, 2010

The Bikers of the Apocalypse

The four of them were holding a steady 105 mph, as if they were confident that the show could not start before they got there. It couldn't. They had all the time in the world, such as it was.

Just behind them came four other riders: Big Ted, Greaser, Pigbog, and Skuzz.

They were elated. They were real Hell's Angels now, and they rode the silence.

Around them, they knew, was the roar of the thunderstorm, the thunder of traffic, the whipping of the wind and the rain. But in the wake of the Horsemen there was silence, pure and dead. Certainly dead.

It was broken by Pigbog, shouting to Big Ted.

"What you going to be, then?" he asked, hoarsely.

"I said, what you --"

"I heard what you said. It's not what you said. Everyone heard what you said. What did you mean, that's what I want to know?"
Pigbog wished he paid more attention to the Book of Revelation. If he'd known he was going to be in it, he'd have read it more carefully. "What I mean is, they're the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, right?"

"Bikers," said Greaser.

"Right. Four Bikers of the Apocalypse. War, Famine, Death, and -- and the other one. P'lution."

"Yeah? So?"

"So they said it was all right if we cam with them, right?"


"So we're the other Four Horse--, um, Bikers of the Apocalypse. So which ones are we?"

There was a pause. The lights of passing cars shot past them in the opposite lane, lightning after-imaged the clouds, and the silence was close to absolute.

"Can I be War as well?" asked Big Ted.

"Course you can't be war. How can you be War? She's War. You've got to be something else."

Big Ted screwed up his face with the effort of thought. "G.B.H." he said, eventually. "I'm Grievous Bodily Harm. That's me. There. Wott're you going to be?"

"Can I be Rubbish?" asked Skuzz. "Or Embarrassing Personal Problems?"*

Hahahahaha! Just gotta love Neil Gaiman! But it makes sense, right? We have Famine, War, Pollution, Death, Grievous Bodily Harm and of course, Embarrassing Personal Problems. Hahahahahaha!
Finally found time to read a book in between downloading stuff, tweeting and blogging.

*Excerpt from Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

Friday, December 17, 2010

Too school for cool.

How sad that some people are just so not 'game' for fun. Channeling Zenaida Seva: Tandaan, ang square ay hindi well-rounded at ang pikon ay laging talo.


Thursday, December 02, 2010

Tell Me Why

Soon it will be like working with an entirely new (or recent) breed (again) and I'm becoming one of the tandercats already. I kinda welcome it (just like hitting the refresh button) but I also feel like I'm the student who never graduates from college and passes through all the batches.

And this post is bitin.

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

Brand Positioning

Now that I'm beginning to be more active in Facebook and starting to post photo albums again (inspired by The Social Network movie), I realized that I need to do some wholesome activities from time to time because all the albums I've posted for 2010 (thus far) have the same theme.

And those are just the ones with documentation. I shall soon make an album out of a lazy afternoon at Alabang Town Center.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

In today's episode of Bizarre Jobs...

I saw these for the first time at a marathon event last weekend. Of course, I'm not among the runners. Instead of committing to race and climb for the environment, I used my "I'm one of the organizers" hat to excuse myself from participating in the activity. I'd like to think I've done my part in helping put this together in my own little way. I helped make a difference without getting jabar and panting for dear life. 25 flights of stairs? Are you kidding me?! There are things that you can do which I can't do and vise versa. Haha. If I get the determination to be fit enough for a vertical marathon, I'm sure I can do it but why bother if it means giving up the finer things in life? hehe (what a twisted health philosophy)

So what to do when the event is underway and the only thing left to do is wait for the runners to finish their... uhm... running? People-watching. Always a favorite past time.

And here's what I saw. Innovative Pinoys have found a way to come up with more cost-effective blimps. Makes sense. This will work for people who love to people-watch or oggle anyway.

Got me wondering how much these guys make by alternately standing or walking around with a branded balloon strapped on their backs. An innovative twist of making something out of doing nothing. Since these things contain gas, it should be light, right?

I'm sure it's difficult to a certain extent but it's really funny to observe. What if he needs to go to the restroom, does he leave the balloon outside and then wear it again or just wear the balloon inside the toilet? He does his thing standing up facing a urinal anyway. So it's okay. 

I assume he's not allowed to walk with his other balloon-carrier friends because the idea is to spread out. It would also look bad if the walking blimp man texted, smoked or ate popcorn while doing this... so what can he do with his free hands? Ah, pick his nose.

And if it gets really windy? Wahahahahaah! My colleagues and I were so amused, we probably spent like half an hour staring at them by the curb where the runners are supposed to pass when they're done, imagining all these scenarios.

Like, really, what goes through their minds? After a few hours of doing this I'm sure they're bored as hell. So yes, don't expect them to be walking around with a smile on their faces. They are not mascots. I think the red blimp man got excited in one instance where a group of girls asked to take a photo with him... until they asked him to kneel and hide behind them so only the balloon is included in the photo.


There are songs that you love to sing over and over, and there are those that you love to listen to over and over because it touches your soul. Just because.

I imagine myself alone on the beach, staring out to sea. There's not a lot of people in this area. Shades and earphones on, I'm watching the waves crash onto the fine white sand. It's 3 p.m. and I have a beer bottle in hand. And then Landslide by Fleetwood Mac plays from the iPod.

Suddenly, I have the perfect music to feed on this pensive mood.

There's anxiety in knowing that nothing is certain, except change. For some of us, we're still wondering what's the next phase that we'll have to go through in life and how far will life take us. At times we also think about the worst that could happen to us -- and we know that the things that we've gone through at this point aren't the worst yet because we're out here, alive.

If we're in a good place now, are we afraid of change? Perhaps -- because we'll never know if it's for better or worse until it happens. And if the time comes when something big happens or a major step needs to be taken which will change our lives (for better or worse), would we be able to cope?

And what if we refuse change? Will we live our lives wondering what might have been or what we could have been missing out on all along?

"Time gets bolder, children get older, I'm getting older, too."

There's just something about nature and music (and alcohol) that makes me stop and think and take life a little more seriously.

But in lieu of the beach, I'm lying on my back in the wee hours of the morning, staring into darkness while listening to my playlist and waiting for sleep to come.

How ready are we, really, to take life as it happens?

(Hmmmm okay. I think my brain still holds some residue from our philo classes back in college; a fragment of that neverending quest for the purpose of life.)

Just listen to the song and close your eyes.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

That, at this time, some people still don't know BASIC PowerPoint makes me want to cry.

It's more accpetable for an empty nester but if you're right out of a reputable college or something... Seriously, naiiyak ako!!! But I will help you, I just wish you gave me more time. Haha. Fine. I love you.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Don't assume that I can read your mind because I can't, you fool.

Yun lang. Good vibes! Thanks!



Friday, November 12, 2010


Pag feel na feel mong maganda ka, gumaganda ka nga talaga. Aura ang tawag don. Nadadala ng self-confidence. Pero lumevel up ka based lang dun sa dati mong itsura. Kumbaga, mas maganda ka kaysa sa itsura mo dati. Hindi ibig sabihin na maganda ka talaga, dahil feeling mo lang yon.

Pero malamang masgaganda ka pa kung mabait ka rin. Dahil kung mabait ka, pagbibigyan ko na yang pagfe-feeling mo. Suportahan pa kita.

Gets mo ko, 'teh?


Thursday, November 11, 2010

I'm happy like a hippie.

Long talks about life. That's what happens when you have one of those quiet nights with friends. One of the things I realized is that I think I have everything I need to get through this particular phase in life (not sure what phase this is though). I mean, when I was asked what I thought was lacking at this point, it took me a while to answer. Sure I'm alone but I'm not lonely. I WANT a lot of things but needs are different.

Am I happy? Yes. Not in a cloud nine kind of way, but happy in a peaceful way. God's been good. We still have mom, I have a job that I like (on most days), and I'm surrounded by wonderful people. If you feel the love, what else do you really need? I'm happy like it's my birthday. Haha

I know some people go through worse in life and that's when I get to appreciate the things that I have and the people around me.

Hmmmm. If I have bad days, I also have good days. So this blog wasn't made for rants alone after all.

I love my life. :) Good MorningN Makati!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

I'm not on your feed but I'm on the social network dot com.

My cousins have been teasing me for having a dormant Facebook account saying I should rediscover how to post pics because I've forgotten.

So I've been inactive on Facebook... NOT! See, I've been busy (because I have a lot to say haha), but I just don't post photos, videos or status updates as often.

And why should I bother posting when other people can do it for me? hehe.

Monday, November 08, 2010

Outfits for all occasions!

Saw photos of spontaneous Friday. One thing I realized -- I wore the same thing all day, which should be fine because I'm not a celebrity.

Jeepney in the morning, clubbing in the evening? So I already have Manila's grime before noon, which by late evening was layered with the scent of smoke, alcohol, sweat and whatever else you pick up from a club, and then a friend threw up -- not on me -- but I had to carry her. AMEN. Good thing I knew I was gonna sleep over and was sober enough to wash my face, brush my teeth and change clothes so I wouldn't have had to sleep in my Friday clothes! (It would have been okay without the jeepney ride in the morning, really.)

Saturday was no different. I wore a dress to a wedding reception, went to Podium and met a friend for a late lunch (so that's okay, I'm still clean), headed to SM Mall of Asia where it rained really hard on an uncovered street party -- that we're dripping wet was an understatement --, headed to Gumbo for the media dinner where we dried up because of the aircon (++ increased chances of pneumonia), afterwards went straight to a friend's party in the same dress and once again, I went home bathing in grime, dried rain, cigarette scent, sweat and whatever else you pick up from home garden parties. (It would've been okay without the rain.)

So to those I hugged and who hugged me back those two days, thank you for not complaining. Either you guys are true friends who love me for who or what I am - or talagang mabango ko kahit ano mangyari. Or parang tissue, puedeng unscented. Hahaha

You can't blame my mom for always asking me in different ways when I greet her with a kiss upon arriving at the house: O, saan-saan ka nanaman nagpunta? Para kang pusa.

Wooooshoo, kung di ko naman sinulat sa taas, di naman ako mukhang madungis e.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

When I'm alone

Monday, October 25, 2010

Three years later and still not quite there yet.

Was browsing through old blog posts and this one caught my eye.  Three years after this was written, I still don't think it has happened yet. I say that because there is no product. The author is still clueless as to how exactly do you help 'make' people.

Love-driven leadership

A few months ago, a friend sent this quote to me about leadership just when I was beginning to learn to be one. And I agree with everything the author said. When you become a leader, what you do is not as important as who you are.

A person can grow two ways: horizontally and vertically. Horizontal growth is when you broaden your horizons, meet new people, learn new things and widen your network. Vertical growth is when you advance spiritually and this is where happiness and contentment play a big part. When you learn to appreciate the good things in life, the blessings you have, you tend to move to a higher level of existence. And this vertical growth is further amplified in leaders because when you become a leader, you are exposed to the opportunity to allow others to advance through you. And when they do, you'll feel a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment that transcends all rewards and recognition.

What distinguishes love-driven leaders from tyrants? Great affection coupled with the passion to see others run at full speed towards perfection. Love-driven leadership is not urging others forward without concern for their aspirations, well-being, or personal needs. Nor is it being the nice guy manager who overlooks underperformance that could damage a subordinate's long-term prospects.

Instead, love-driven leaders hunger to see latent potential blossom and to help it happen. In more prosaic terms, how do children, students, athletes, or employees achieve their full potential? When they're parented, taught, coached or managed by those who engender trust, provide support and encouragement, uncover potential, and set high standards.

-Chris Lowney

(Best practices from a 450-year old company that changed the world: The Society of Jesus)

And I'm still learning to be one.

"When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change 'cause you're amazing just the way you are."



Tuesday, October 19, 2010

As in most offices, we also have a halloween gimmick. Our group was assigned a theme based on the movie, 'tiyanak' which none of us have seen. Normally, we are capable of working on things we aren't familiar with but it appears that the group is having a hard time interpreting it (haha). I've noticed that other groups in the office who do not belong to our department were easily able to put up decor and I realized that they're fast because they work as their ideas come in. When one member of the group has an idea, he tells his team and immediately goes to work. They don't really care about the coherence in design, their immediate goal was to do something and put it up. And that's really how things like this are done, right? Because the point is to have fun.

Whereas... Because of the natural order of the PR Department, we had to go through the process of scheduling a conf call (I was in the hospital), brainstorming session 1, coming up with an initial idea, evaluating the resources (and upon discovering that we can't afford the materials that we needed), brainstorming session 2 was necessary, and then we began to implement but there was a stall. We weren't sure what to do. All the brainstorming was all talk. Chopsuey ideas. And then today, we realized that we couldn't move without a concrete plan. Yun daw yon! So someone had to draw diagram, complete with details. We had to sit down and brief everyone again. True enough, I think we're on track.

It's either we really had to rely on a 'plan' to implement or maybe our brains are still sabaw coming at the heels of major major draining projects.

Wala lang. I just find it funny that there's so much prep for Halloween Decor! The game is on!

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Silence is golden.

To say that last week was a hell week is an understatement. This week isn't any better, to say the least. I would rather go through physical torture than endure an emotional and spiritual rollercoaster like this.

People always say that things happen for a reason, but I wish I could also fully understand why.

Let me just say that I know I'll be okay. We may or may not get the ending that we are hoping for, but I am prepared to accept whatever it is. The only way to get rid of pain - physical or emotional - is to go through it.

Monday, October 04, 2010

Ate naman.

Huwag kang ganyan!

I thank you. Bow.

Sunday, October 03, 2010


At the start of the season, everybody knew that the Ateneo Blue Eagles as a team wasn't as strong as it was the year before. In fact, none of them made the Mythical Five this year. There really wasn't a superstar in the team; there was not a staple go-to guy, and yet, they achieved what they set out to do. It looked like a tall order with the rival (FEU, not La Salle) tallying a near-perfect win-loss record and was highly favored by everyone else outside of the teams playing in the finals.

The 2010 Championship has demonstrated how extremely capable Norman Black is of building a strong, motivated, and winning team even in the absence of superstars.  When the Blue Eagles first came out to the court during Game 1 of the Finals where they trashed FEU so badly, even the crowd felt how motivated these boys were and we knew it was going to be a good day. They started pulling off fastbreak after fastbreak and we could see in their eyes how fired up they were and that they were having fun. By the third fastbreak, they were smiling at each other while running towards the opposite side of the court. Waking up on Thursday morning, it felt like Game 2 was in the bag. And it was!

I only saw the last few minutes of Game 2 for the first time tonight on Youtube and I rejoiced when the buzzer went off as if it just happened, but sad at the same time that I wasn't able to see the game live even on TV. I'm such a big fan of the Blue Eagles but last Thursday, unfortunately, I did not have time to give a damn that I wasn't able to follow it even on Twitter. 

There were a lot of instances before when I'd weigh between two things and the litmus test that my friends and I use has always been, "Will I remember this 10 years from now?" Surely, I won't remember what the heck I was doing on my computer or where I was even at that time in 10 years, but I will remember that Ateneo did a historic three-peat in 2010, which I did not see and did not even celebrate. It's just sad but it's not like the death of me. I can live with it.


Monday, September 27, 2010


I think I need to create another blog where I can write about you and you alone.

This is what you do for lunch break and in between work.

Entertaining more Facebook Memes out of Facebook.

15 Books

The rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen books you've read that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.
  1. Fight Club, Chuck Pahlaniuk
  2. Good Omens, Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
  3. The Girl with a Dragon Tattoo, Stieg Larsson
  4. The Girl Who Played with Fire, Stieg Larsson
  5. The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest, Stieg Larsson
  6. Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman
  7. Invisible Monsters, Chuck Pahlaniuk
  8. Microserfs, Douglas Coupland
  9. Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist, Rachel Cohn
  10. After Dark, Haruki Murakami
  11. Veronica Decides to Die, Paolo Coelho
  12. The Rape of Nanking, Iris Chang
  13. Shanghai Baby, Wei Hui
  14. Lovely Bones, Alice Sebold
  15. The Devil wears Prada, Lauren Weisberger
15 Films

15 favorite films off the top of your head.
  1. Fight Club
  2. Almost Famous
  3. Scarface
  4. Rush Hour
  5. Phone Booth
  6. Love Actually
  7. Armageddon
  8. Devil's Advocate
  9. City of Angels
  10. Sweet Home Alabama
  11. Cruel Intentions
  12. Meet Joe Black
  13. The Fast and The Furious
  14. Wicker Park
  15. Wanted
15 Songs

Create an instant playlist and list down the top 15 off the top of your head in no more than 15 minutes. Don't think about it too much, just list away!
  1. Starlight, Muse
  2. Use Somebody, Kings of Leon
  3. Take Me Out, Franz Ferdinand
  4. I Still Remember, Bloc Party
  5. The Prayer, Bloc Party
  6. Time to Pretend, MGMT
  7. Mr. Brightside, The Killers
  8. Somewhere Only We Know, Keane
  9. Bad Dream, Keane
  10. Crash Into Me, Dave Matthews Band
  11. How to Save a Life, The Fray
  12. Collide, Howie Day
  13. Free Fallin', Tom Petty
  14. Everyday is Exactly the Same, Nine Inch Nails
  15. Beautiful Day, U2
 I can do another:
  1. Unforgiven, Metallica
  2. All Apologies, Nirvana
  3. Black Balloon, Goo Goo Dolls
  4. Hanging By A Moment, Lifehouse
  5. Wish You Were Here, Pink Floyd
  6. Champaigne Supernova, Oasis
  7. Got You (Where I Want You), The Flys
  8. As Long As it Matters, Gin Blossoms
  9. Plush, Stone Temple Pilots
  10. Black Hole Sun, Soundgarden
  11. Like A Stone, Audioslave
  12. Freshmen, The Verve Pipe
  13. Lightning Crashes, Live
  14. Daughter, Pearl Jam
  15. How You Remind Me, Nickelback
--> I have about 5 minutes to go for this list -- newer ones:
  1. King of Anything, Sara Bareilles
  2. Live Like We're Dying, Kris Allen
  3. Life After You, Daughtry
  4. Kings and Queens, 30 Seconds to Mars
  5. Gotten, Slash feat. Adam Levine
  6. Taylor Swift
  7. Hey, Soul Sister, Train
  8. Meet Me on the Equinox, Death Cab for Cutie
  9. Had It All, Katharine McPhee
  10. 21 Guns, Green Day
  11. The Only Exception, Paramore
  12. Taylor Swift
  13. Taylor Swift
  14. Taylor Swift
  15. Taylor Swift

Skull candy... minus the skull.

One of the reasons why I don't wear regular earphones is so that the person sitting next to me wouldn't be annoyed if I decide to play my music a little louder than usual. Similarly, I also want to isolate external noise as much as I can to fully appreciate the art that goes behind the production of music, because even if the volume is really high, external noise still gets in when regular earphones are used.

That said, if you're not wearing noise-cancelling headphones or noise-isolating earphones (proper terms for each), you cannot pretend like you can't hear people calling your name within close proximity, probably at just about 12 inches away from your ear (regular ruler's length).

Now, should you decide to continue with your juvenile ways, I suggest you fund your act accordingly by acquiring the necessary props. Otherwise, you risk being perceived as a brat or a fool. Up to you.


Saturday, September 25, 2010

My life according to Incubus

RULES: Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, answer these questions. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title.

It's a lot harder than you think!

Repost as "my life according to (band name)."Tag your music-loving friends!

Are you a male or female? Southern Girl
Describe yourself. Made for TV Movie
How do you feel? Out from Under
Describe where you currently live. Clean
If you could go anywhere, where would you go? Deep Inside
Your favorite form of transportation? Drive
Your best friend is Stellar
You fear Zee Deveel
What is the best advice you have to give?  Make Yourself
Thought for the Day - Just a Phase
How would you like to die? A Kiss to Send Us Off

*what a corny meme but answered it anyway.

Monday, September 13, 2010


I'm not as stupid as you think I am. Aside from my academic qualifications, I also graduated from the University of Bull, majoring in Shit, and currently taking a masteral degree in Mental Manipulation.

Which means I know what you're doing.

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Ego Surfing / Vanity Searching

Love the new Google Instant feature where they deployed the alphabet coding scheme. Why? Because Google knows me! That's aside from 'optimizing the search experience,' of course. Haha, sound bite.

The other engines don't know me yet, but soon they will. Because in the natural order of the universe, everyone else just follows Google.

But inspite of that, I go to Bing everyday not just to search but to admire the photography. I don't really care that it doesn't know me because I go there for research, not for vanity and ego surfing. Except today, when I wanted to make a comparison on the Instant features. Promise. *Nose grows longer.

And Bing has something that Google and Yahoo don't have: Page previews. When you hover beside the links, it will give you a brief summary of the page to save you the trouble of actually loading it only to find out that it's not what you're looking for. (Click on the photo to enlarge)

And that ends my little experiment for the day.

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

BREAKING NEWS: I'm gonna die!!!

Just heard that Muse, Kings of Leon, Phoenix and BLOC PARTY are penciled in to perform at Araneta Coliseum in 2011! Exactly the bands I wanna see. I will be prepared to spend to see these guys live especially Muse and Bloc Party! And Kings of Leon and Phoenix!

That's too long to tweet. Although I also have to will myself not to expect too much because they might do a The Killers on us.

Waaaaaaaaah. This is it!

*First post using my BlackBerry :)

Kings and Queens of Promise

Tonight you realized that, just like the rest, you also couldn’t cut it.

You wouldn’t find yourself in this position had it not been for your own contribution. You relied so much on other people and probably failed to fulfil your own role in this team. You knew the moment you felt uncomfortable when your teammates had to admit that they let a lot of things slip through the cracks. You overlooked them, too.

That is not to say that you’ve been negligent – it’s just that you did not pay enough attention.

You’ve always believed that a good leader was one who could motivate people to work hard and give their best. In that respect, you are not a good leader. You do well on your own, but not as a leader.

And now, this thought keeps you up. You back track on the things that you should have done. You wish you knew better.

You write all of this because you just couldn’t deal with failure, could you? Nope. That’s true. And then you tweet about it. You just have to.

Dear self, you failed to steer your team towards the ideal direction. And you write to yourself because no one else really wants to tell it to your face.

Thursday, September 02, 2010

It's been 10 years.

At home circa 1983ish? Looks like I was just a year old here.

My brother passed away 10 years ago today. I still miss him, but it's great that in his place, we're blessed with a wonderful kid who can ask dad to skip a day with his golf buddies so that they can bond, make mom smile even in her most difficult moments, tease my sister to tears and wrestle with her to no end, and be my kiddie movie slash driving buddy.  Because we spend a lot of time driving around in the car, I shall take credit for influencing his taste in music. He can rock as much as he can rap.

Kuya, your kid is growing up to be much cooler than you! :)

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Monday, August 16, 2010

You're only young once, but you can be immature forever.

Just as I can't believe last year that I've been working for five years, I can't believe that I'm now working for six! Time flies so fast (ohmahgad this means I'm turning 30 soon). I'm not even sure if I've come a long way because it doesn't feel like it. Is it really that fast? I still remember my first day at work and it seems like it's only about a month or so ago.  Because I had too much time staring at the hospital ceiling over the weekend, I thought about what has changed and what hasn't.  Here's the thing: a lot has changed around me like pay, position, responsibilities and stuff, but I don't think I've changed. I'm still the same, immature young adult who was once nervous about being late on her first day at work because she couldn't remember which building her new office is in.

YOUNG ADULTS in psychology, according to Wikipedia, are persons 20 - 40 years old. See, we're all young adults, then. Hahahaha!

Cheers to age which does not equate to maturity. :)

Here's something from 6 years ago. (Credits to @tigrluna for digging up this photo and posting it on my FB wall! dammyou prez!)

Black and orange Nokia 8310 = check. Nike Prestos = check. Light blue Pierre Marie slacks (???!) = Check. Backpack = check. Arneo Parking Lot = check. So early 2000s! I'm probably listening to Incubus.

WAIT. A. MINUTE. I did change. Putek yaaaaaaaaaaaan!

Sunday, August 15, 2010

We ask people about their weekend so we can tell them about ours.

We all have our crosses to bear. This weekend was another tough one for our family, having to rush mom to the hospital in the wee hours of Thursday morning like it was January 2009 all over again. The respirators, the ambulance, the machines -- they were all there. The difference was her heart did not stop beating this time. What scared us most was when, unable to speak because of the respirator tube shoved down her throat, she tearfully pointed to our deceased loved ones. She wrote their names on a piece of paper and said she saw them inside the room with us: Kuya, wawa, her parents whom we've never met, all of them crying. I kept telling her, "No, mom, they're not here to ask you to come with them. They're just visiting."

I never lose composure infront of my family at times like this because I believe that one of us should always be the pillar of strength, but I broke down when she wrote me a note apologizing because the pain is too much for her to fight back that's she's about to give up, asking me to take care of dad, and that she loves us all.  My mom is a fighter; she never complains until it's too severe and it scares me everytime she thinks it's the end.  Thank God for a good group of doctors, my uncle included, who would assure us that she'll be fine even when it looked like she wasn't.  This gave us hope and the strength to go on and encourage mom to not lose her will to live.

On the first night at the hospital (Thursday), her cardiologist came when she was undergoing dialysis still on a respirator. My doctor uncle was also there watching the procedure and they discussed about her state.  Her cardio asked how she was and she shook her head. She wrote on air that she couldn't take it anymore. The doctor said, yes you can. Mom shook her head again and a tear fell down her left eye. Suddenly her cardio pulled the tube which connected the respirator to the tube that's inserted through her throat. "Relax. Now, breathe on your own. Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Breathe! 30 seconds, breathe!" And my mom did just that. For 30 seconds until the doctor reconnected the respirator. My mother, the fighter.

Friday was spent training her to breathe on her own again, with the calibration of the respirator being lessened by the hour. She was still very uncomfortable and in pain but not hopeless.

Saturday morning, they removed the respirator, the NGT and the IV. No more tubes. My mom can't speak yet because of the strain that the tubes caused on her throat but she's beginning to get her voice back. She was able to walk to the restroom, eat on her own and silently laugh at what we're watching on TV.

Tonight, the cleaning lady visited my mom's room to do her chores and even she was in awe of my mom's progress. She asked her, "Ma'am, di ba po nakarespirator ka pa kahapon? Ang galing-galing naman tinanggal na nila, okay na po kayo. Salamat sa diyos!"

Everyday, I'm thankful for being given the chance to have mom with us for another day. Thankful for being given a second and a third chance.  I'm also thankful to all the people who visited, said their prayers, texted and called to ask about mom's progress - friends, relatives, colleagues, neighbors, even twitter friends and their direct messages.  Just the mere expression of concern helped a lot.

She's still in the hospital, but she'll be discharged soon. For as long as there's hope, we'll never get tired of fighting this battle with her.

Sunday, August 01, 2010

Sunday Slowdown

I love to party, I love to drink, I love making noise (in whatever form), I love talking, and I love laughing. I'm not the type of person who goes to the spa or salon to get pampered, but I cherish the times when I get to drive steadily on a Sunday evening with a good soundtrack. That's enough ME time.

Tonight, I've got five songs on loop. Only.

GOTTEN - Slash feat. Adam Levine




KINGS AND QUEENS - 30 Seconds to Mars

At the end of this week, I'm looking forward to lots of laughter, long walks, long talks, getting wasted and having a bit of 'alone' time. Not to mention seafood, hotdogs, choriburger... Sun (hopefully), sand, sea and San Mig Light.

Boracay, I'm so excited to see you!

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Things you should do privately, you should do privately.

I would take oversharing on Facebook and Twitter anytime over being an involuntary audience to an exhibition.

There, I said it. No offense. None taken. Just making it clear.


Wednesday, July 14, 2010

No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

I know why you hate blackouts. First because of the uncomfortable experience of trying to sleep in heat and sweat, and second because no matter how hard you try, you just can't sleep. And because you can't sleep you get to think about a lot of things, make a lot of realizations and discover another dimension to stuff you thought you already understood.  If just days ago you're confident about a decision you made, now you're wondering again if you really did, inspite of people around you assuring you that it was right.

You see another dimension which was just on the surface. You wonder why you didn't see something that was there all along. People will assure you that they're after your well-being, but of course, you realize, they have theirs on top priority. Then again, it depends on how you look at it. At first, you feel stupid, but you stop. You will yourself not to feel stupid because you know you're bigger than that. Bigger than what they take you for. You are not missing out on anything. You carry on. And hope it will all be worth something in the end.

You see the sun rising. You stop ruminating.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

I want the soundtrack.

I love how this video was made. Touching, but with just the right amount of cheese.

Monday, July 12, 2010

My nose is clogged and my left ear is deaf.

This blog was locked for less than a week because I was in the process of semi-changing the look, or should I say 're-coloring'.  I also wanted to make sure I didn't send out last week's negative vibes to all of cyberspace, but still have a place to vent my ire out (and stop myself from breaking the glass window).  I did write about airing dirty laundry on Facebook previously and how much I don't appreciate status updates that are just so revealing.

So now that I'm in a better mood and this blog is (kinda) clean (of nasty stuff written last week) and colorful, it's open to the world! If anyone picks up any subliminal message from my rants (just the rants), let me say that nothing is intentionally directed to anyone. Sometimes it's just the hormones talking or a clouded sense of judgment brought about by impulsive reactions.

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

WTF is with this week?

This is better than ranting full-on in Facebook, yeah? Twitter today is full of negative vibes. Something is wrong in the universe. Great. I am not alone.

But I'm going out. I wanna be alone.


Monday, July 05, 2010



Yun lang. Thank you.

Saturday, July 03, 2010

It's Like a No Smoking Sign on Your Cigarette Break

Ugh. I hate it when this happens and it happens a lot! Guess there's so much anger/disappointment/excitement/jubilation over the just concluded Netherlands - Brazil World Cup match on Twitter. Don't we all just love it when the underdog emerges victorious?

Seriously, though, Twitter needs to do something about this. The Fail Whale might not survive the FINAL and we'll all crave for our Twitter fix.

EDIT: Bzzzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzzz! Still down! This is the longest I've seen of the Fail Whale! Nearly an hour! I actually have nothing to tweet but I wanna read. (Omagah. I just confirmed my Twitter addiction. As in I'm getting anxious about this. Geez. hahaha)

EDIT: It's back and true enough, all the TTs (trending topics) are related to the world cup. Bzzzzzzzz Bzzzzzz Bzzzzzz. Somebody gift me with a vuvuzela. I want one! I'm going to use it in the office to avoid hapontukin.

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Words from the Wise Master of The Force

In all my 6 years of working for the same company, I think we've only had two company-wide meetings. The first one was on my first year and the second one was held just a few days ago. It's cool to be reminded of the basic things - principles and values that we already knew but just had to be reminded of out loud. Took note of some them on my mobile.  It's almost verbatim (inputs in parenthesis are mine): 
  • Ideas are what our clients are paying us for. (My brain is fried and somebody wants to buy it! Torta - instead of ground meat, utak.)
  • Hindi puwede yung shy dito. Kung wala kang self-confidence... hindi lang sa PR kung hindi sa buhay, hindi ka aasenso. (Yung mga shy, nahihiyang i-admit na shy sila.)
  • Kapag natalo ka sa bidding, it's not the end of the world. Huwag kayong panghinaan ng loob. (I used to feel bad everytime, but not anymore. No, sir!)
  • The key to winning a battle is preparedness. Di puedeng sumabak ka sa gera na baril lang ang dala mo habang tumatakbo ka. Dapat naisip mo na lahat ng puedeng mangyari at may solusyon ka na para sa mga 'yon. (First aid kit)
  • On sense of humor (but not mean or dirty): Sa business na 'to, if you don't know how to laugh or relax, maloloka ka. (So true to the 900 millionth power!)
  • We're a team. Yung bagay na madaling gawin, huwag na nating pahirapin. (O ha, narinig 'nyo yon!!! Sir, please repeat!)
  • Punctuality is the quality of kings. (and that is perhaps why I remain a peasant.)

We already know these, but it's different when articluated by the master in the presence of the other jedis.

May the force be with us!

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Here, there and everywhere.

Just came back from a quick trip to Kuala Lumpur with 4 friends who were also my former colleagues (plus 1 best friend of a friend) .  It's interesting to know that some 3 years after they left the company (and ME!), we still go through the same issues albeit in different environments. It's funny how things change but not really. You grow up and move on but still deal with the same things.  It even appears that they get to deal with worse than I do. You know why? Because my issues are pang totoy. The kind that you encounter in highschool. They've discovered that the hell of a boss portrayed in The Devil Wears Prada really does exist in real life. Aside fromt the terrorism and personal attacks, they've got work calling at 3 am, on weekends, on vacation, whenever. Sad, but everything is a matter of choice. Perhaps I can say that because I can't relate (to the boss part, at least I don't get hell in that sense!).

Anyway, Malaysia was a great choice for a quick escape. Not quite as nice as Singapore but visibly more progressive than the Philippines.  We only stayed for about 2 days but it felt like 5 because we did so much. Extreme is the theme for Day 1 and I'm proud to say that I've already ziplined! I love zipline! I can't forget zipline! I keep on replaying the part where I step out of the platform, slide down, scream for a while, wave to people, and see the artificial beach beneath. Pure awesomeness! That's one thing I wouldn't dare do had I been in Malaysia alone without people egging me on.  We spent the whole day at Sunway Lagoon and even had time to swim in the pool before dinner but the zipline was the best part. Best 45 seconds in Malaysia. Wooohoo! Natural high so true.

Day 2 was all about touring the city, visiting the chocolate factory, King's Palace, Batu caves, central market, and shopping. This guy approached me (I'm not surprised, I'm in a foreign country) and asked me if I was Australian. That is the lamest ever... because I sure know people from Australia don't look like me!

But three weeks before Malaysia...

I was in the UK. A different kind of fun, and a different kind of natural high. England is so beautiful. I was always in awe of what I saw everyday.  I like that the city is so modern but the buildings and structures are old. The flagship Apple store was huge and so was the year-old Ferrari store on Regent Street. I almost spent a fortune on a notebook because I wanted a paperbag! Haha! Good thing I held back because although I like the brand and its history, I'm not a Ferrari fan this year... and if I got that notebook, I wouldn't write on it. I didn't want the apparel. It's just the same with what they have in Greenhills and Puma. And unlike in SanFo where photos are prohibited (at least during the time we were there that's why I didn't give a damn, eh), this one is a tourist spot so everyone took photos inside the store.  I saw Kimi Raikkonen's signature on the counter (knew it because I saw the BBC coverage when they opened the store last year). In London, I was like a little kid going to Disneyland for the first time. I was thrilled by the fact that I'm alone in a beautiful place, far, far away from everyone I know.  I just got paranoid at one point after getting approached randomly by strangers.  Hyde Park is desrted at night and I have to pass by it to get to where I live. Drunk men walk around, some of them young, some of them older with suitcases. It can get really freaky!

I love the tube. After seeing and being disappointed by the subway in New York, I got to appreciate Underground better. Mind the Gap! I also liked the music. Different genres for different stations.  And the street performers were very very cool. There was even a band, about my age, who set up randomly in the street near Tottenham Court station complete with amplifiers and all. No vocals, though, but the way they played familiar tunes was amazing. You just have to stop and appreciate. 

I have been to a lot of places in the past 9 months. New Jersey, New York, Washington, San Francisco -- 2 days after I got back, I was in Hong Kong. Three weeks after that, Singapore. And then in 2010, it was Singapore, Singapore, UK, Malaysia. Too bad Bangkok didn't push through because of the political climate. Everything was arranged, all we had to do was leave! After HK for my folks' wedding anniversary this June (and Father's Day), I think I'm done for the year. I will miss the smell of airports for a while. haha

*Blogging because I couldn't sleep. Sleep, where are you?

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Can I just say

Na kahit si Superman, bayaran mo man ng P200.00 or P2 Million, napapagod din. I'm tired of hearing that you're tired plus my own tiredness. Okay?

Back to work. Service with a smile : )

Friday, May 21, 2010

But it's okay, really.

There's always a little truth behind every "just kidding",
a little knowledge behind every "I don't know",
a little emotion behind every "I don't care"
and a little pain behind every "it's ok".

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Arrrrrgh. I hate it.

There are lots of pretty girls here, you know. French, Italian, Russian...
oh, that girl from Colombia is hot. Pero ba't ako???!
Kadiriiiiiiiiii! Sasapakin kita!!!

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Gang Green

It's almost 2 a.m. and I feel like writing

a customer case study for one of our clients.

And in an attempt to counter this dorkiness, I closed Microsoft Outlook and logged on to Blogger instead. Here I am, staring at an almost blank white space which isn't so blank anymore because I managed to type a number of words to convey that I'm staring at an almost blank white space which isn't so blank anymore.

My life in the past couple of weeks has been really colorful. It's a frenzy of work, work, work, and also balanced by late nights with friends and family get togethers on weekends. I'm not sure why but since my birthday week, I've been busier in everything. At work, it always feels like I'm chasing something bust most of the nights after work, I get to reward myself for getting through the day (with a drink, a movie, something new).

Similar to the state of the nation now – we are swimming in the colors of the rainbow, more prominently in yellow, orange, green, red and blue. About four months ago, I decided on my presidential bet. I chose to go green. The turning point was when I caught a debate on TV which was participated in by most of the presidential candidates. I took notice of this guy, perhaps one of the youngest candidates, holding out his own against the more known names. A viewer questioned his affiliation to the president and while it is a drawback, he defended it quite well in saying that he won’t turn his back on the person who gave him the opportunity work in the government at such a young age. He wouldn’t turn his back on the person who saw his potential and trusted in his capability to handle the Dept. of National Defense, but he won’t stand in the way of justice should the soon former president find herself under prosecution in the court of law.

I’ve been impressed by this candidate who was relatively unknown until he decided to run under the administration party. Amid all the mudslinging and the negative vibe that emanates from the two more popular presidentiables, my president is promoting positive campaigning. Very few are the instances when he’d throw a jab at a fellow candidate. He isn’t part of the senseless arguments in presidential debates. He doesn’t even have a powerful legion of celebrities proclaiming support for him. To a certain extent, this is all working in his favor for most of the people who place their bets on him (at least most of the ones I know) are his true believers. People who actually see the feasibility of his plans and believe in his platform. These are the people who thought long and hard about the next president, and eventually decided to overlook his association with the incumbent administration based on the merit of his platform.

I am perhaps one of the few who do not see this current administration as a total failure. I actually think that a couple of years from now, people will get to appreciate what has been done in the past six years. It’s just that the politicking was too much that our current president wasn’t given the chance to lead properly.

I feel that the clamor for one presidential candidate to run was nothing more than an outpouring of emotion – love and gratitude for his parents who did so much for the country. It’s almost some kind of blind fanaticism that people fail to realize there’s so much more to the presidency than just lineage. He has done nothing. Unfortunately, it looks like he has the greatest chance of winning in this elections.

I remember a scene in Iron Man 2 where a news commentary was being aired on CNN regarding Pepper’s appointment as the CEO of Stark Industries. They said she was nothing more than Tony Stark’s assistant, what does she know about running one of the most powerful conglomerates in the world? BUT Pepper was Tony’s assistant. Pepper did the ground work while Tony was busy with Iron Man. Pepper worked behind the scenes and laid everything out for Tony Stark the CEO, which is different from his hat as Tony Stark inside the Iron Man suit. And because of this exposure, Pepper knew the ins and outs and has familiarized herself with the business, which makes her qualified to lead the multinational company.

Can we say the same for the Yellow Ranger? What has he done again? The yellow ranger didn’t play a big role in his mother’s time. He didn’t do anything remarkable during his tenure as a senator. His platform is a rehashed version of his mother’s. A lot of other people are more qualified for this role and the voters must realize this. May 10 is more than just putting that yellow ribbon to wherever.

On a separate note, I have a strong feeling that our Green ranger stands a good chance on this one. As we get closer to Dday, those undecided are no longer undecided. More people are coming out to support him. If he doesn’t win this, I think he’ll end up higher than fourth because we shouldn’t trust those surveys. Note that Fidel Ramos did not top the surveys but still went on to win the presidency.

I can feel Alanis Morissette when she lamented the no smoking sign on her cigarette break, the ten thousand spooons when all she needed was a knife... I carefully thought about who to vote for, participated in disucussions and debates with my friends, set-out to change the minds of my relatives to vote for Green instead of Yellow and Orange, only to find out last month that I would be out of the country on election day. Hahahaha.  I also realize that there's a good chance that these dirty, filthy politicians will work to influence the outcome of the elections so I won't really lose anything by not being able to vote. I will, in fact, gain another stamp on my passport and get to see another country, enter another continent and push on with my Thirsty Traveler series. The Philippines will always be the Philippines. I'll only be bummed if Gibo loses by just one vote, which is highly unlikely.

Just FYI. Hindi rin ako natanong sa survey.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

The bottle is empty.

And it's broken.

Good thing a new one has arrived.  We just need to make sure we don't run out things to put in it . Otherwise, the new bottle will just be like the old bottle.

Wallowing in emptiness.

So emo, I know!!!

Monday, April 12, 2010

Change is good.

Way better than those Tag Heuer sunglasses that he used to wear as part of his F1 sponsorship deals.  Hooray.



Saturday, April 10, 2010


3 races into the season and I haven't even seen any of the F1 races live on TV. I used to make it a point to catch most of it wherever I was -- at home, in a bar or restaurant (because most of the races are shown live during dinnertime).  I seem to have lost half the interest I had in the previous years, add to this the post-race reports that indicate how much of a snorefest they were that even the drivers themselves complain of boredom.

The various rule changes over the years have significantly affected the quality of the show such that most races turn out to be nothing more than processions after the first lap.  I'm satisfied enough to keep myself updated on twitter without the desire to actually see the race.

It has become a template. I can predict which of the races would be most boring this year: Valencia, Singapore & Abu Dhabi. These are the tracks that Tilke designed. They look good but they don't inspire action.

The tracks that always produce good races? On my list are Monaco, Monza, Spa Francorchamps, Interlagos and Japan.

Oh well. They should do something about this next year... and for the rest of this year.

Friday, April 09, 2010

Take a look around

They say we move in circles. When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good.

I find myself in quite a similar situation which others before me have gone through. I've seen it happen to them and, therefore,  I've been warned.  I was mistaken in believing that I was good enough not to let it happen to me, or perhaps I should say that I was led to believe I was good enough. Turns out I'm no exception. It really is bound to happen and based on the timeline, it's about time. To borrow from Coldplay: Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard.

Tsunami warning, I hear you.

Things change. Perspectives change. People can easily be swayed in different directions. Some fall into the trap of believing before thinking and jumping to conclusions before searching for evidence.

Even those who seemed to understand before don't seem to understand now.  Often, the judgment is not all that apparent. It can appear as a subtle insinuation, mere question or what not, but where I exist, I've observed that people are smart enough to decipher.  For my part, I face it, take it in stride, offer reasons and sometimes I'm successful in stressing a point, but there are times when I still end up feeling like a fool because those who judge and make false accusations will never consider that they could be wrong.

The same people who built you up are the same ones who'll put you down. Like David Beckham in the early years of his career, when he nailed that goal from midfield for Manchester United -- fans hailed him as the future of English football, the golden boy.  Years later, he joined Real Madrid and suffered a slump. They thought he wasn't the golden boy that he was as he couldn't even translate the free kicks, and he was crucified and ridiculed by the same people who put him up.

But, unlike David Beckham, I'd like to believe I'm not in a slump (at least not yet), and unlike the ones before me, I wouldn't allow this to end in the same manner it did for them because I'm not a cliche.

I just have to accept that the world doesn't always work in my favor and that I'll have to figure out my way around it.

Monday, April 05, 2010

Happy Birthday, Kuya!

Wish I could write overused dedications like,

"may you have many more to come."

Unfortunately, you're stuck at 31.

But I'm sure you're having a great one up there! Terribly missing you.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Course of action: HIDE.

There should be a spelling and grammar application even for intense abbreviation. Nosebleed ka na, hiningal ka pa due to lack of punctuation.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

I get it. I don't agree, but I get it.

Some are just more fortunate than the rest. Some are favored while others are ignored.

Some people go through worse tragedies than most while some live pretty ordinary routine lives.  Some think they're better than the rest, and sometimes they are, but most of the time they aren't. It's the same fruit, but under different circumstances some fruits look tastier than others.

There are teams who win more often. There are teams who have to wait decades before they taste victory.  There are heroes and charismatic leaders, and then there are villains and tyrants.  There are life coaches who help you breeze through life and there are those who make life difficult for you. Some suffer in hunger while others live ostentatiously.

Some people need to work harder. Some people get to work less. Some people get special treatment while the rest do not. In the end, they all get the same thing. 

The end is all the same. We all die.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Punctual means on time. Not early.

I seriously have trouble waking up by myself if I need to adhere to an early morning call time. So the thing about business trips is that I get so paranoid that I end up being woken by myself every freaking hour, and yet I still set the alarm on the hotel clock, on my phone and even request for a wake up call. And inspite of all of that, I'm never early. Just in the nick of time.  

Friday, March 05, 2010

Twilight Zone.

Thursday, March 04, 2010

The wiseman sa may tindahan said:

  • Di bale nang bored, at least hindi pagod.
  • Di bale nang tamad, at least hindi jabar

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Note to Self.

Tomorrow is another day.

Monday, March 01, 2010

Buntong Hininga. (Sigh)

Sabi nga nila, bilog ang mundo. Pag sobrang saya mo porket napanood mo ang boyband na minahal mo simula pagkabata mo, a few days later, mabubuwisit ka naman ng bonggang bongga dahil sa mga bagay na hindi mo kagagawan.

Ang pakikipagbuno sa buhay -- art yan. Sink or swim. Pero sa ngayon nabubuwisit talaga ako. Ng bonggang bongga. Hindi naman dahil sa hindi ko alam ang gagawin ko or kung papaano nanaman haharapin ang sitwasyon dahil malalaman ko rin yan eventually, kapag ako ay nakapag-isip na ng mabuti. Pag nawala na ang inis at napalitan ng levelheadedness. Nakakainis lang talaga. Human nature naman ang mainis. Tulad ng kaligayahan na hindi nabibili, libre lang ding mabuwisit.

Buti nalang mejo kalmado naman ako dahil napapasayaw ako sa kantang Bad Romance ni Lady Gaga. Salamat sa nag-imbento ng iPod. Nararamdaman ko ngayon ang sinasabi nilang mixed emotions -- iritable pero napapasayaw. Mahirap yon!

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah! Roma - romamah!

Ngayon, kung nagtataka kayo kung bakit tagalog ang post na 'to gayong hindi naman ako mahilig magsulat gamit ang Tagalog at dahil hindi rin naman ako magaling magsulat ng Tagalog...

Hindi ko rin alam kung bakit. Sige, work mode nako ulit.

Monday, February 22, 2010

The signs, they're everywhere!

DZMM has an internal office campaign called "Isang Kalabit" which they implemented in their workplace where they put up signs to remind people about certain things.  When I saw these signs along the gallery of ABS-CBN Studios this morning, I remembered our office and thought it would work if we posted something similar there, too, to always remind people of the basics.  Perhaps humor and sarcasm would work to send out the messages without the negative vibe.

Just finished our evals and one of the topics that was brought up by everyone was about the work environment...  

Anyway, I took photos! There were a lot but I didn't take all of them, just the ones where no one's watching lest I be perceived as an idiot with a fascination for walls with signs.

I wanna have an Art Attack session where I'll ask my team to create signs like these in English which we'll post on the cubes along Kalye Warlah. First, because doing artsy stuff is therapeutic, a creative outlet to let out stress, and second, it'll be fun to think of stuff like these!

And what if we had signs like this on the streets instead:

 Haha, siguro naman wala nang jaywalking. :)

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Please don't organize a pity party on your Facebook wall

I wonder if there's a guide to appropriate Facebook status posting and commenting, or even tweeting.  The rapid growth of social media makes all sorts of personal information available, from the trivial to downright intimate, and I'm particularly bothered by people who air out dirty laundry on Facebook, backed up by their friends.  I say ‘backed-up’ because in some instances, it even appears staged - like a page out of the lousy script of a bitter Pinoy romantic movie, the scene where a group of friends are supposed to bash the douche bag - and it's really pathetic to be doing it so publicly when you’re not even a public figure.  Even classy public figures would know which type of information to share and what image to portray.

If you need a lifeline, please phone a friend. Don't ask the audience.

There's nothing wrong with loathing someone and sharing the sentiment with your circle.  Man is born to hate as much as he's born to love. In this day & age, however, a little sensitivity is expected because we all kind of exist in the same network and the information that we share is readily available to everyone. It is as easy to defame someone as it is to create an image of yourself which you would like others to see. For some, it's a defense mechanism to show people how they're coping with an issue.  That's fine as long as they don't sink to the lowest level of pathetic-ness.  I feel sorry for people who look like they’ve got so much class only to lose all of it the moment they open their mouths or when their fingers come in contact with the keyboard.  Just like how the pretense of successfully bouncing back from a failed relationship appears like a bitter joke if  one party continues to publicly denounce the other.

Not to sound preachy about this, I must admit that there are instances where I’m also guilty of sending the negative vibes through the interweb. The difference is I do not promote it.  It's just an outlet for me and I’m not soliciting any type of support or sympathy from others. My blog posts, tweets and updates are not meant to illicit any form of untoward judgement on anyone.

I’m sure someone somewhere is already writing the universal guide to social media etiquette. And I'm sure people wouldn't adhere to it.

And someone somewhere is creating a Facebook page about a bitter break-up titled John Tucker Must Die. Become a fan.

Friday, February 19, 2010

That is our question, are you truly one of us?

As of writing, Tiger Woods just finished delivering his first speech after he got embroiled in a really nasty scandal. Whether he's sincere or not is beyond me. Wala naman akong paki sa life niya talaga eh.

Actually, I don't know why I wrote that opening sentence for this post. Hahaha!

Anyway, came across this video on Facebook today which was made by a group of Ateneans. Love it!!! Hail the Genuinely Poor!