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Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Sunday On A MondayFelt like it. Seemed like it. 'Twas holiday. And everyone in the family is complete. Yey! I guess, I miss the time bumming along with my sibs on Sundays. In the morning, we made our long overdue mais con hielo ala [insert my surname here]. Though we have an almost obsolete blender, we managed to have at least 8 glasses of crushed ice. I think I've bought the ingredients for weeks now. But that day was the only time when all of us were not that occupied. At noon, we had tinola for lunch. But before eating, I went to the supermarket first. Hmm, supermarket (again!). Amongst all the items, I laid my eyes on another yummy treat - a goodie bag from Arnott's. For a hundred bucks, you'd get chocolates and cookies inside. Indeed a budget pack. I also got some things for my pan de pizza experiment later that day. For our snacks, I sliced all the lbread into halves. Spread on the pizza sauce. Topped 'em with diced cheese and meat loaf. Then, to the oven toaster they were in. I just wondered, there was no difference with the meat loaf and the beef loaf I bought. Both of the labels on their cans read, "Made from imported BEEF." See, both are made of beef. What's the difference of the meat loaf from the beef loaf? Anyway, my niece and nephews, too added to the fun that day. I guess, they liked what I've made since they were asking for more. While waiting for the oven to ring, they were dancing to ONL's "Pinoy Ako." That song has been a favorite of them. Mine, as well. But I'm never dancing. :p My sister and younger brother were set to leave to Manila by night. I must admit that I miss spending time with them on weekends. Eventhough we do not do things together (play station, clean the house, etc), I miss the feeling that they are just right there. When I go down from my room, I know one of my siblings are there watching tv or sleeping at the other room or playing with my niece. I miss a weekend rest day. I miss going to the supermarket on a Sunday. I also miss having lunch at home on that day. ******************OT: * I just had a nice meal of Sinigang na baka. I could still taste its sebo on my mouth. Oh, know what? While on my way to the canteen where I would have my lunch, I was singing "Let it snow.. Let it snow .. Let it snow.." while crossing Ayala. To think that it was raining and I was singing about snow falling. * Curiosity really kills the cat * In some point, young opressed/belittle people would somehow get back to those who took advantage of them. Not necessarily violence or revenge. I know, in at least the same manner, degree or just enough to make those abusive people repent. I don't know but I think there's still anger somewhere. Reminds me of the Brad Pitt/Brad Renfro movie. * The hot lead singer of the girl group, Pussycat Dolls, has Pinoy roots. Hmm. * From an almost afro, my teammate, Ronchie, now sports a skinhead. * I am happy disappointing people for not taking the pattern they want me to take. I am happy uncompromsing with bootlickers. Lastly, I am happy not seeing myself in most people. Elaborate on these thoughts soon. Remind me :D * Team Philippines is still on top of the 23rd SEA Games with a total of 94 medals (42 Gold, 24 Silver and 28 Bronze). * Kudos to the one/group who designed the official mascot of the event. Checkout these pictures.   
  
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posted by Arn  at 9:47 AM
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Friday, November 25, 2005
Happy Thanksgiving!!!
posted by Arn at 11:03 AM
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Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Another Tale Straight From The Supermarket
I've been noticing that after going out of the supermarket, I come up with some thoughts that I feel are worth blogging about. I guess, you do, too. Well, before that I have to be honest that I've consumed at least a bag and a half of chicharon. I am really inhibiting myself on this cholesterol-rich junk. But I couldn't help it. Perhaps, it's my spiced vinegar. Or just another food trip. But you know, sometimes, I find it hard to breathe if I ate too much fatty/oily food. Anyways, the usual. Monday is/was grocery day for me. And I usually do that in the hotness of the afternoon. 'Twas around 2-3pm. I drop by the supermarket during these times since I know that less people would be there. And less people go out of their houses when the sun is up and burning. What did I have? Hmm... Soap was inside the basket. As well as fabric softener. The, shampoo and conditioner. Then, bleach. For bath and laundry stuff alone, I think I've already spent half of my alotted budget. Aside from non-consumable items, I always check out new things that look delightful in my eyes. The supermarket is big but it doesn't offer all the things that my mind could think of. But it's ok since I always get what I want and need from there. The only item missing in my every purchase was the dishwashing liquid that we use at home. The basket was heavy but I am not complaining. I need those items, anyway. Pay day is still about two weeks. So, I could not really add some more items. I was in a tight budget. Most of the time, I end up overspending and taking home some items that I don't necessarily need. Hence, I have a list of grocery items that I should buy but I do not religiously follow them. Doy-packed fruit juices wasn't part of them. But after browsing and contemplating, I've made up my mind to toss two pieces of it in my basket. So, that's guyabano and iced tea-lemon flavored drinks. I already have a bag of 250g powdered calamansi juice for my daily dose of Vitamin C. But I thought, P10 extra wouldn't hurt (Each of the fruit juice costs P4.10, I think). It's the chips, biscuits and candies that ruin my budget. I don't prepare a list of possible picks for snack. I already have instant noodles. But after a meal, I usually look for something salty or sweet. Good thing, the supermarket has those corn bits and corn chips. So, there. I kept on passing through each aisle. Before, I spent some minutes looking at the canned/bottled spanish sardines. Last time, I wowed myself on peanut butters. I miss the taste. Even the peanut butter flavored chocolates. But I end up having LBM once I spread it over my bread or just lick a spoonful of it. I was looking at the different brands and containers. Time didn't change the way the bottles/containers look. They still look old school which is, btw, nice. They look good... and expensive. The smallest bottle costs P35. And since we have a baby at home, I checked out the baby's section. Not the diapers and milk, but the clothes and bottles. I don't know. But there's something wonderful about baby clothes and accesories (bottles, bottle brush, rattles, clips, pacifires, etc.). Also, a discovery for me. Candies which are already available during the 80's ang early 90's. The peanut-shaped candy, nougat, the menthol candy - sorry. I don't know how to describe them. If only I had my phone that time. These were the sweet that I was able to enjoy when I was young. Next time, I hope I could share some pictures. I'm beginning to think that passing through its aisles, comparing of prices and contents, carrying a grocery basket (I have yet to try the push cart), smelling some items, and so on and so forth are growing in me. They're somewhat therapeutic. I prepared my fare for my ride. Usually, it costs less than P10. But I am not really sure how much. But I know it is cheaper than P10. I handed my P10 to the driver. I told him where to drop me. I think he never bothered to give my change. An old lady, who's also a co-passenger, asked for her change. She asked the driver if she still has some change from the amount that she paid. I was also thinking about asking the driver the same thing. But I had the courage to do so because of the old lady. I said, "Manong, magkano po hanggang [my place]?" Without a word, he handed me P1.50. Dupang na yun, a. After I reached home, I immediately took the can of vienna sausage, a plastic of cheese and a pouch of pizza sauce. Guess, you already have an idea what am I up to. I sliced the leftoverpan de sals. Spread the pizza sauce. Added some sliced sausages and cheese and tossed them inside the over toaster. I shared them to my nephews and nieces after. Also, after some lightyears, I finally get to drink black tea again. But my taste bud reaction was still the same as the first time I tried it : it sucked. I just consumed 3/4 of my glass. Never should've attempted. Yes. I try to eat as much as I could on my rest days. But I am suffering from diarrhea today. Hoo, life. OT : Thank you to the ff people who dropped by this space on the worldwide web. Nikki, Aina, CTabasa
posted by Arn at 12:38 PM
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Sunday, November 20, 2005
Grrr!"Malamig ang simoy ng hangin.. hooo-hoooo-hooo-hooo...hooo-hooo-hooo-hooo" Tanda nyo pa ba yang kanta ni Ate Sienna habang hinihipan nya ang elising papel sa Batibot? Angkop na angkop sa klima ngayon, no? Lamiiiiiiig. Kesa tumiklop ako dito't balutin ang sarili ko ng kumot, napagpasyahan kong mag-isip ng mga bagay-bagay na may kaugnayan, kinalaman o konektado sa salitang lamig/taglamig. Pero syempre limitado lang ako sa mga bagay na pang-Pinoy. Di pa naman ako nakalalabas ng bansa at maasam ang white xmas, eh. Uy, una na yun. Xmas/Pasko. Associated yan sa lamig. *Masarap kumain ng ice cream pag malamig. Kasi nga dahil sa mga ions na mas magbibigay sa katawan ng tao ng karagdagang init. * Masarap ding mag-HHWWPSSP. Medyo malakas kasi ang samyo ng hangin. SO, while eating ice cream, dirty ice cream much preferred, eh mainam ding gawin yan. Nakakadagdag inti na sa katawan ang ice cream pati ang init ng inyong mga palad ay guguhit rin. Eh, yan naman, eh sa magsing-irog. * Hmm, maaaring matuloy din sa kissing ang holding hands after you ate your ice cream. Parang di magandang panoorin na nagki-kiss tapos tumutulo ang ice cream sa bibig nila. * And of course, kissing, a form of PDA if done in a public or not so remote place, could lead to another. Hmm, makaka-relate dyan ang mag-syotang active, mga may fubus, may best friends/friends with benefits, yung mga active at lalo na yung mga may asawa na. Haay, siguradong di naman sila masyadong lalamigin nyan. Pero sa mga single, uhm, 2 lang ang naiisip ko, eh. (*hikbi* am i so bored or what?) * Pwede ding mag-jogging sa umaga. * Kumpletuhin ang simbang gabi sabay tanggay ng bibingka o puto bumbong paguwi. * Matulog. O, ano nga bang sasarap pa sa mahimbing na tulog. Managinip ka man o hindi basta't namamaluktot ka't nagtatakip ng iyong unan o kumot. Ang sarap din nga palang yakapin ng kumot kasi malalamig din ang punda ng mga ito. * Masarap magpaaraw ng sanggol sa may bukid o parke sa umaga. Nagtatalo ang lamig ng hangin at init ng haring araw. Plus may Vitamin D pa. * Baka masarap din mag-beach maski di summer. * Lalo nga palang mas masaya ang xmas season kasi ang daming theme parks, peryaan, carnivals ngayon. Kaya eat out o gimik na. * Masarap pagkiskisin ang dalawang kamay pagkatapos ay ihahawak mo sa pinsngi mo. * Hindi na rin kakaiba pag magsuot ka ng jacket/ sweater maski na maaraw kasi nga malamig sa labas ng bahay. * Tiyak din na halos lahat ay sisipunin o magkakaron ng lagnat sa sobrang lamig sa madaling araw. Pati na din sa lamig ng tubig na pampaligo. Yan lang ang mga naisip ko, eh. Napansin ko lang kasi na dalawa, tatlong araw nang nagsimulang biglang lumamig pagdating ng hapon. Kayo? Nga pala, nahanap ko din ang lyrics ng kantang 'to. Salamat sa blog ni Margaux. :) Ever After Bonnie BaileyThree years ago my journey began Chasing down this cure, no plan in hand Just your pulse, my racing guide in the dark Just knowing with conviction from the start The moment your eyes made an introduction I felt my second violent breath of life Flawless to the point of being godly Yet I fell hard for your imperfections And now we’re slightly weathered, we’re slightly worn Our hands grip together eye to eye through the storm yet I still believe in ever after with you Coz life is a pleasure with you by my side And there ain’t no current in this river we can’t ride I still believe in ever after with you Nothing compares to the good times Feels like we’re floating when the rest have to climb You made me believe in love and not the perfect kind A real messy beautiful twisted sunshine Emotions volcanic eruptions We both still care so we’re still alive Tunnel vision, determination I want you I want to make it right You are my twisted sunshine
posted by Arn at 10:19 AM
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Friday, November 18, 2005
Random Thoughts XXIII* The big Christmas tree infront of Glorietta/ Rustan's looks really nice. I took a picture of it this morning before heading to work. I want to take another picture on nighttime so I could see the lights. * Before logging in, I usually take a leak. It's my first time to sit on this station since my former teammates who once occupied these seats were transferred to another account. Anyway, I kept on pulling my pants up. I am not wearing a belt. I thought that my pant was too loose only to find out that my fly was open. The button was unbottoned and the zipper was unzipped. How come I never noticed it when I walked out of the rest room and when I walked around the floor to transfer my things. Good thing my pant didn't fall off. * I usually cross Ayala Ave to get to the place where I eat. There were traffic lights in the street, of course. Lots of vehicles also. I was waiting for the EDSA-bound cars to stop. Red light was on. I could not cross the street. But a man tried to beat the other vehicles. So, he tried to cross the street in a rush. But his I.D. and keys fell from his pocket. I was the only one who saw it. I immediately called his attention. I was suppose to pick them up but I might get hit by the motorcycle approaching. The old guy thanked me. I just smiled. * Delicious meal. I spent some time thinking of what to eat for lunch. The canteen has lots of choices. But my eyes were on the fried tilapia, kare-kare, chicken curry, nilagang baka ang ginisang munggo. I feasted on ginisang munggo since it's been awhile when I ate one. I miss eating ampalaya leaves. And I also realized that I've been eating meat the whole week. Tocino, nilagang baboy, lechon paskiw, paksiw na pata, bopis, binagoongang baboy... I miss green and leafy vegetables. :D * I am enjoying my ONL cd. * I am not biting the 2-day midnight madness in Glorietta. * Hooray! Franzen's already booted out.
posted by Arn at 12:02 PM
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Thursday, November 17, 2005
How Could I Forget?Sabi na nga ba't may nalimutan ako sa post ko kahapon, eh. As, part of my reward to myself, I spiced my taste buds with Tentay's spiced vinegar. Yep. I got a small bottle of it from the supermarket. I miss dipping garlic longganisa, tilapia, pork chop, anything fried in it. Imagine. Whole pepper, onions, garlic, RED chilis. Oops. Yeah, vinegar. Hehe. I already used it for my lola's fried fish (damn. forgot what its called) and from last night's tocino. Yum. OT : There were a lot of good new music/albums in the rack. Yes. I already have my copy of Orange and Lemons' album. But before bringing that to the cashier, I spent some time moving from one listening station to the other. Santana's lastest album is good. I like his collaboration with Will.I.Am of the BEP and the one with Sean Paul and Joss Stone. I was tempted to buy his album yesterday. But there are only 12 tracks in it and it costs 450 bucks. That's almost 2 OPM cds already. Another one was the Rockstar: INXS album. I also listened to Brownman Revival and Spongecola. But I promised myself to buy JUST one OPM cd for the whole month. LSS : Ikaw Lang Ang Aking Mahal - Brownman Revival
posted by Arn at 1:59 PM
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Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Rewards PlusPayday topping off a good mood. What more could I ever ask for? I've mentioned somewhere here on how doing the groceries could be therapeutic. Bills would suddenly turn to coins as my pocket sheds some amount. But satisfying my/our tastebuds would be a major reason for trying some things out. Rewards. Rewards. Not monetary, though. But I have no complaint. I just did some favors for myself. Ok. Let me count them. 1. I am a virgin no more. For Virgin cola, that is. I've tried the one in a blue can, the lemon + lime flavor. Brings back the taste of the malt soda, "Rain," I must say. 2. I've got another freebie. Last time I went to the grocery and ended up buying sweet corn grains in can with a free (e.g. lays, American, Japanese, Chinese goods) bottle opener. Last Monday, I walked through the section of the grocery where imported stuff are sold. I found a pack of fruit-filled cookie from Vietnam. P35/pack which contains 10 cookies. But when you buy 3 packs, you get a free water container... Yes, I bought promo pack. The water container looks nice. And the cookies taste delicious esp. the blueberry-filled one. 3. I was trying to edit and finish my resume and application form for promotion. But the drive where I saved it became unaccessible in the afternoon last Sunday. So, I took that as a sign that I may still not be ready for it. Honestly, I am heart-hearted about the application. I was just excited to see my stats again, which by the way, I am truly proud of. I feel it's not yet time. Drama. I may impress the interviewers on that day. What happens next if I was just to inspired to answer their questions. But when I start with the new position, I maybe unprepared. Well, I know when I should be. Submission of application ends tomorrow noon. So, good luck to my teammates who sent theirs. 5. To all of you who reads this, please let Franzen of Pinoy Big Brother be evicted. Do not vote for him because you pity him or sympathize with him. The show is not a public service program or a foundation. Since day 1, I already disliked his "paawa" style on screen. And I was never wrong. From what I've seen last night on his conversation with "kuya," the reela nd real deal came out. As what I've read from Pinoyexchange.com, he should not be the ultimate housemate of Pinoy Big Brother but Pinoy Big Beggar instead. Blech. 6. My ear is itching to their music. My fingers are itching to switch my cd player's remote. I need to grab my very own copy of the repackaged Orange and Lemons' Strike Whilst The Iron Is Hot cd. My original plan was to get it on Saturday. But later, I would be at Music 1 to purchase mine. Glad that I've waited them to repackage their album. So, to the other OPM bands out there (Bamboo's sophomore installment, Brownman revival, Itchyworms, Stonefree), I would be waiting til early next year for your repackaged ones. I am staying away from the cd racks housing your unrepackaged albums. I am wiser this time. But to the rest who just did (Spongecola, Bamboo's debut album, Kitchie), I hope to play yours on my boom box before New Year. And yeah! The E-heads tribute and the soon to be out Pinoy Big Brother OST featuring the housemates. Hmm, I think I'm forgetting something. Hmm. Anyway, my mom's sleeping over at my siblings' apartment. She needed to bring some clothes for my 3 siblings. Then she has to return home tomorrow with their garbage, este dirty ones. I heard that my mom asked my sister to tour her around SM san lazaro. She said she'd also be having a haircut. She asked me for P300 to go there. Excuses. I know that she misses my siblings so she needed to spend a day with them there. As for me, I have a pre-cooked tocino waiting at home for my dinner. Cooked rice is my only problem. I need to cook rice for me once I reach home. Alright. That would do it. Thanks for reading. :D
posted by Arn at 9:58 AM
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Sunday, November 13, 2005
Rip Off!!!
"Anyway, I liked Tina’s entry which she wrote weeks ago. Quoting her, Punk is a trend, nowadays. That’s the end of it. They’re all a bunch of hypocrites. And as Steve-O said at the end of the SLC Punk, “I guess I was nothing more than a goddamn poser.” I was impressed because it seemed like she wrote perfectly what I’ve always had in mind. When I look around, I see people trying so hard to be cool by wearing shirts that scream emo or those who are wrapped with supposedly ‘cool’ accessories to show they’re holier than thou and all that bullcrap. I mean, c’mon, what’s with all this garbage anyway? Our professor this semester for PR plays for an independent hardcore band. Their band plays loud music. But you can never really guess it from the way he looks, or at least, from the way he dresses. That’s what you call individuality. There’s no sign of trashy clothes and unprecedented haircuts (or lack thereof) that conceal faces. There’s no sign of ghastly body piercings that constantly make people squirm. Why do some people who call themselves punks or emo or screamo (or dismal or hopeless) could not move on with their lives without having to look dreadful anyway? Black is not the only color, to begin with. It's not even a color, for pete's sake.
And bloody hell, what’s with the whole “I am so different from everybody else” deal when you are all multiplying like a plague? You look around, you see this kind of people, this kind of hairstyle, this kind of getup, yadayada whatever floats your boat, absolutely everywhere. I don’t really condemn their ballooning population but most of them really think they’re cooler than everybody else, when they’re obviously not. Most of them even find it hard to finish school because they’re too busy promoting their groupies' assembly or some other appalling activity. What are you, Congress? It’s especially aggravating to those who have to bear seeing them drunk, wretched, smelly and crazy, everyday, everywhere, in this goddamn planet.
And with the emo/screamo thing? I actually listen to this kind of music sometimes but I don’t live it. You know what I mean? I don’t change my freakin’ friendster name to something like foreveryours, heartbreakkid, willneverforgetyou, myheartbleedsforyou crap. Unless I'm delusional. I join friendster to meet old and new friends, not to form some bloody groupie for the heartbroken and the desperate.
I know some people might raise hell on me because of this entry. But you know what? I don’t really care. Bring it on. This is my space and I have the right to nitpick and pick holes about whatever, whenever I want. If you could care less, so do I. "
-- Mitch's Muni-muni post
As much as I want to comment on Mitch's post, I couldn't since I do not blog on xanga. So, I just copied, better ripped off, her post for the very good point that she'd like to send. Honestly, the quote, "to each his own" would be a mere excuse or an overuse to this post. I know some would not agree because the least of one's priority should be the way of life of the people whom you barely know. (Exactly. Exactly?) We all have our reasons why we do/wear certain things. Or just by running out of reasons, we stir excuses. Ok. Before I continue my sermon, please play the song, "Everybody Looks The Same" by fatboy slim (?...not sure.) . What an angsty living most of us practice! Rebellion kuno. Style daw. Originality and individuality raw. The hell. Admit it. We are all weak because we are taken over by these "negative," or positive it you may consider, thoughts of ours. I mean, who doesn't want to look stronger? or tougher than the guy/girl next to you? or tha bomb? or an attitude loaded pare/mare? or astig? or lufet? or siga? or tha "it"? Come on. Everyone is trying to live a day after each other outdoing our insecurities and covering our pains. The result? Angst. (Now, switch the song to a Silverchair.) Perhaps, angst would just be one. But usually, it's the easiest to let go. Nope. We couldn't hide it. Angst eventually shows up. The way we look. The way we talk. The way we dress. Even the way we play the soundtrack of our lives. Hmm, soundtrack. That brings me to music rip offs. Most people bash Cueshe and Orange and Lemons for allegedly copying the chords, or some part of the chords, of a Silverchair song and a that of Simple Plan on their single, "Stay." That's for Cueshe. While Orange and Lemons was pointed for allegedly using the chords of The Care's song "Chandeliers" to the bands big hit, "Pinoy Ako."For the nth time, people who are trying to be as harsh and piercing as Simon Cowell, be exorcised. You don't have to listen to their music and buy their album. I am an Orange and Lemons listener. But if I do not like their song to be played on my radio, I switch stations. Simple, he? And if you've heard of Urbandub, read their take on people bashing some musicians about the rip off issue. Click this see what they have to say. I guess it's the culture. We are trying to be Americans but we hate the comparison. We don't admit the pattern. We don't admit the idolatry. We wanted to hear our own voice and live our own generation. But we are still living in the shadows of the ones we imitate. Maybe we are not living our own life. We are living the life we see on MTV and American tv and movies. Maybe. With regards to being a poser, hmm, if one does his/her thing just to expose his/herself. That's what a poser means to me. It's like an attitude at a wrong place, at a wrong time. Appealing or appalling. That's the question. Nice clothes are good to look at. But nice people are way better to look at than clothes. I think that no matter what or who you wear, looks still count. And as I always tell myself when I meet people who's shopbag is in their brain, "you don't make love with your clothes on." Corrupt, I know. But I should also send signals to these kind of people to back off. I would not allow them to swallow me whole. Physical is still over the material. Solid is better than hollow. Mitch, thanks for this post of yours. I have the angsty feeling today at work. Not because of system failures but from a disturbing person yesterday. I was just happy to leave the office carrying my small bag and asian salad from kfc when this guy, whom I think is the emo/angsty/screamo kind, looked at me from head to foot. That annoyed me. I knew he was checking what I'm wearing. Sorry. But I wasn't wearing my "busted" white shirt. I was in black with a big print that reads, "Motel" blah, blah (not in an offensive way. I even think that my shirt was the pa-cute type) My shirt isn't even a high end brand. And it's local. I was also wearing shorts and rubber shoes. I wasn't even making a statement with what I'm wearing. Ok, I am no way cooler than the guy. Hooyah! Anyway, to be different does not mean that I should alienate myself to my own self and to this world. No matter how I want to stay in my own created world, I would still have to deal with people in the same world we're living in. And I think the distinction among people is their choice on how to live their life. Yes. Posers, my and your own definition of the word and person, are here to stay. Just like everybody else who's a dismay to the posers. Lastly, there's more to freedom of expression than associating reggae with dreads; ranting through protests on the streets; hatred with cussing. The list goes on. But no matter how unique or different our personalities are, we have already lived by the shadow of the ones we idolized. There alot of people who were born and who lived this planet before us. No matter how strong or astig we want the people to see, we are still soft inside because we let the things around us pester our thoughts. Hence, deciding to show what others would want to see from us. Let me share a habit that I usually do when I feel down. And the only outlet that I think of was to look weird and perhaps tie a rope around my neck and walk down the street to reprazent a new age fashion. For a few seconds, I just look at myself infront of the mirror and appreciate what I see. That's me. And I have to love and take care of me. Then, I smile at myself. That wouldn't hurt unlike frowning while giving that screamo look. There. I don't believe in the saying, "If you can't beat them, join them." It's just a waste of time, effort and money. The " wala lang" attitude is more acceptable than the " pakialam ko sa'yo" for me. Besides, they, the " pakialam ko sa'yo" people, really care. They just hide it. They're mad because they care and they couldn't accept it. Whoa! Rip offs. Tell me what's original nowadays. * Arnold leaves to the toilet to pee because he's about to attend to work again after taking his lunch... walks away while singing "everybody looks... everybody looks... everybody the same..." then... pauses for awhile to add another post* As I was walking along Ayala yesterday afternoon, my friend, Ricky texted me. He asked, "Pare, sumali ka ba sa laban O Bawi? Tinawag kasi pangalan mo, eh." Of course, I wasn't able to reply due to my ongoing boycott against my network provider (They forfeited my almost a hundred load before it expired. Grrr.) I was curious on how my other friends would react if they watched that noontime show and heard my name called as one of their contestants. I don't want to assume that they would stay glued on their tv sets on that day that I was suppose to play. Mumutain lang kayo sa kakaintay. Hindi po ako yun.* goes back to singing "everybody looks... everybody looks... everybody the same..." but now with head banging*
posted by Arn at 7:10 AM
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Friday, November 11, 2005
RapsaPakbet na ako mismo ang nagluto at sinamahan ko pa ng meaty seasoning dahil gusto kong subukan ang produkto na iniindorso ng dati kong kasamahan sa trabaho. Bicol express na maanghang-anghang pa mula sa kantinang kinakainan ko sa tanghalian. Nilagang iba ang lasa ng sabaw. Di ako mahilig sa nilaga dahil matabang pero yung kinain ko kanina kakaiba. Parang may kung ano yung hinalo sa broth. Hmm. Tuwing darating naman ako sa bahay, agad ako ng kain ng kung anong trip ko. Balut na sinasabayan ko ng higop ng maanghang na suka. Wafer. Cracker nuts. Peewee. Pati nga yung marie biscuit na pam-baby pinagdiskitahan ko na rin. Kagabi naman may uwi ang nanay ko na snickers minis na may 3 varities. Tas ngayon kakakain ko lang din ng safari na chocolate. Kanina namang umaga, eh yung trolli's moras ang nakain ko. Gusto ko na ngang buksan yung binili kong canned corn kernels tas lalagyan ko ng gatas ebaporada kaso hinihintay ko pa mga kapatid ko na dumating para salu-salo kami. Kaso ulit sa Sabado pa lahat kami makukumpleto. Eh, ayokong mag-mais con hielo sa Sabado ng gabi baka kasi ma-lbm ako, eh may pasok pa naman ako ng Linggo. Kaya malamang sila na lang ang mapista dun. Binili ko nga pala yung corn kernels kasi may free siya na bottle opener. Galing, no? Di pa can opener ang isinama, eh nakalata yung mais, di naman bote. Haha. Ilang araw ko na nga palang inaantabayan yung pisbol ng kapitbahay namin kaso di ko maabutan na bukas pa tindahan nila paguwi ko. Ayun, maski yung monster cone sa mcdo, di ko pa natitikman. Haay, ang dami talagang masasarap na pagkain sa mundo. Kaya mga pagkain, bibilin ko't lalamunin kayo. Pero sana makisama naman kayo sa sistema ng katawan ko. Patabain nyo naman ako ng maski na 10 lbs lang. :D At speaking of masarap, eto sapul sa pandinig.  ULTRAELECTROMAGNETICJAM Date : Tuesday -- November 29 Time : 7:00 PM Venue : U.P. Theater Performers : All Star Cast Jam 88.3 together with Sony-BMG takes you on a nostalgic journey into the music of nineties pop-rock icon Eraserheads. Listen to some of today's hottest bands pay homage to the music of Ely, Raimund, Buddy, and Marcus. It's a musical casting coup -another pioneering project from your kind of mix Jam 88.3! Yung album tribute, eh malamang na maglaman neto: With A Smile - South Border Ligaya - Kitchie Nadal Overdrive - Barbie Almalbis Huwag Mo Ng Itanong - MYMP Magasin - Paolo Santos Alcohol - Radio Active Sago Project Torpedo - Isha Spoliarium - Imago Hard To Believe - Cueshe Maling Akala - Brownman Revival Superproxy - FrancisM Alapaap - 6Cyclemind Pare ko - Sponge Cola Ang Huling El Bimbo - Rico J. Puno Tikman Ang Langit - Sugarfree Huwag Kang Matakot - Orange & Lemons Para Sa Masa - All Star bow.
posted by Arn at 12:14 PM
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Thursday, November 10, 2005
I Hope You ComprehendIf you couldn't read this... Hey! Go figure first.  True?
posted by Arn at 10:44 AM
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Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Numbers I am not good at it. Almost flanked Analytic Geometry during my 3rd year in high school. But I got a Best in Mathematics award back in Grade 1. Bleh! Sets of numbers have been bugging me. No, I am not calculating some things using my mind. Money. And all it's derivatives. Dang. Out of nowhere, I got home last Sunday with 3 new shorts which I got from a mall that I pass by before going home. I was suppose to treat myself for a monster ice cream (?) from a fast food store but the cashier was too slow in assisting the customers. I almost always compute (hence, the title post.) the time I would consume if I would still do other stuff after leaving the office and before boarding my ride home. So, I stepped out from the store. I was still thinking if I was hungry or what. Then, I figured that I am running out of walking shorts (they're not really walking per se, ok.) since I plan to go to work wearing one every week. And I believe my jeans are happy with that bright idea of mine because this would spare them from laundry soap, fabric conditioner and burning sun every week. First, I dropped by a boutique and looked for a shirt. Fickle. One, I was thinking of shorts. When I went in the mall, I switched to look for shirts. Went around the store and found none. Actually, there were nice ones but I didn't have that urge to buy one. Probably, I was still thinking of getting myself a new OPM cd. Or was it my Libra trait of being a bad shopper? I jumped to the next mall and browsed through the item in the department store. No boutiques this time. It took me awhile to figure out what style I would look good. I also find their prices too much. They're not high end brands but some are almost P400. The cheapet I saw was for P299.99. Not bad? Nope. That is at least a cd from Music 1. Libra, you know. Weigh things. Haha! So, there. I got three pairs. There are also good stuff at the ground floor. Statement and spoof t-shirts. But I didn't spend on them. They seem to be rip offs of those from Spoofs Ltd. I just enjoyed those few minutes of walking inside a mall. I've never shopped for myself for a long time. Ok, I forgot. I tried a shirt of a known brand. It looked nice but not on me. Sad. I looked thin (ner) wearing it. More than the color, it was the stripes that caught my eye. But those stripes was supposed to make me look less thin. I browsed through some cds after. And got myself a nail pusher. Oops. I didn't get that from the music section. Gusto ko lang i-segway. I was tempted to buy a cd but of course, knowing me, i told myself that if I see that cd again, it's really meant for me. If not, there are other plans for me. Hehe. Corny. But the nail pusher, I needed that one. My toe nail already hurts. And my sister just brought to her apartment the one that we use in the house. I don't want my foot to swell and I need to get off that toe nail that's piercing my flesh. And I have the habit of cleaning my nails every week. Yes, I do it myself. Just apply the solution to soften the nails then scrape it using the pusher. Afterwards, trim. Clean. (I never trusted those who clean toes/fingers for others. I'd rather hurt my own which I normally do. I subjected three toes to bleeding during my toe cleaning session yesterday.) Speaking of yesterday. Hmm, I hepled my niece on her Science and Math assigments. Science would be a bit easy for me. But Math, hmm again. It was about adding a mixed fraction to a whole number. I browsed her book and notebook to find the pattern on solving it. After several attempts, I finally answered some of the questions. I left some for her to answer as I looked over. And for today, as I walk by the walkway, I remembered one of my mannerisms and that is counting my steps. But I already got rid of it. But I'd rather count again since it slows me down. (Fyi, I walk fast.) Btw, its 45 days to go before Christmas.
posted by Arn at 1:39 PM
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Sunday, November 06, 2005
Up And Over
Yesterday, I was hit by it, again - sudden loneliness. Ok. I am not sure if there is a term as such. In the office, I was all in good heart. But when I came off and walked my way home, unknown things came pouring on me. I wasn't even thinking about people, work or friends. Just a sudden rush of something sad. I am not also sure if it was even the heat outside. Office area is always freezing. When I go out, there's heat. Heat that would cramp my would body up and make my neck heavy, my legs limp and my feet tired. Upon reaching home, I boiled an instant pancit bihon for snack. Preparing anything edible on my own seems to be my comfort food. I shared it with my brothers afterwards. I watched a little televsion. Then, I found myself sleeping for about an hour til my mom wakes me up for dinner. I was tired. Not just on the physical. And the feeling went on til the next day, which is today. I woke up 20 minutes past my regular wake up time. I wasn't even sure of going to work. No, I didn't plan to absent myself. I always try to maintain a perfect schedule. It is a Sunday and I get sad working on a Sunday. I was crampling on my bed a few minutes after I woke up thinking about the time when I should get up and prepare for work. I had a cup of black coffee which I didn't like the taste. I was the one who made my coffee so I shouldn't complain. It was a bit bitter than the regular black coffee. Still, I had consumed it bottoms up. My life has been like that. No matter how I dislike something, I would still take it in. Sacrifice. I moved by the street to wait for my ride. I was almost 20 minutes of waiting for the bus to arrive. I prefer to take a bus than an fx taxi on early mornings. I feel safer. Sleeping with my mind still awake always gives me a headache after waking up. Taking a bath with so many thoughts in mind adds to that headache. Oh. I remember. I don't even know what I was thinking. That's a bigger headache. The bus was airconditioned. It was dawn and it was cold. Now, inside the bus was also cold. Good thing there's a television inside. And it was on. It was tuned in a Sunday mass program. Hmm, made me wonder about the last time that I actually heard mass and had a communion. Worse, confession. The priest was already saying his homily. I seldom listen to it, honestly, unless I really trust the preacher. I was glued on it. I didn't bother to take a nap. Then, came the offering part of the mass. This struck me most. The song that is. And it went something like, "Lord, I offer my life to you..." I need to check our hymn book at home for the title and lyrics of this song. It was calming to hear than. Better, to sing that. But I only know one line from its chorus. Still, it has that effect. I don't know. I already mentioned here I am not that devout and practicing as a Catholic. But I am confident about my faith. The tv mass alone did unburden me. Wierd. I was feeling bugged without knowing what's bugging me. But it's all over now. I am now up for things old and new. Probably, God was reminding me to take good care of my part which I take a least care of the most. And that was my heart. Hmm, I knew it.
posted by Arn at 8:58 AM
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Thursday, November 03, 2005
Gilid
Kahapon lamang paguwi ko nag-sink in sa akin na iba na nga ang schedule ko. Masikat pa naman ang araw nang umalis ako sa opisina. Mas pansin ko ang kahabaan ng Ayala sa ganitong oras - medyo matao lamang. Marahil di pa nagsisilabas ang iba sa kani-kanilang opisina. Mas higit ko ding napagmasdan ang building na katapat ng sa amin. Magara nga ito. Mas makikita mo ang porma nito kumpara sa pagkakailaw nito sa gabi. Sa may paraan ay bilang lamang ang mga nagtitinda ng squid balls. Ang hudyat marahil ng paglabas ng mga paninda ay ang regular na oras na uwian ng mga empleyado. Wala pa rin ang mga may dala ng mais, mani at vcd/dvd. Ngunit matiyaga pa ding nag-iintay ng cutomer sa silong ng waiting shed ang mga bumibili ng ink cartridge. Naabutan ko din umaaandar pa ang mga escalator sa underpass at walkway. Karaniwan na kasing di ko inaabutan na bukas pa ang mga ito kapag pauwi na ako sa gabi. Kaya hagdan ang aking ginagamit paakyat at pababa dito. Sa walkway, kita mo din ang itsura ng mga parking lots. Puno ang mga ito. Ngayon ko lang nakita na apaw ang sasakyan sa mga ito. Kahit na yung mga parking spaces sa mga building ay may laman din. Eto na nga ang office hours, kumbaga. Di pa naman masyadong madaming tao sa MRT sa oras ng aking paguwi. Hindi ko alam kung isang maganda o balita ba ito. Wala naman kasing ipinagkaiba, matao man o hindi. Kailangan pa ding pumila ng pagkahaba sa pagbili ng ticket. Mukhang kinulang na o istratehiya lamang ng panungkulan ng MRT ang di paglalabas ng stored value card. Ang hirap ng pila ng pila. Mainit pa. Narating ko naman ang Cubao ng mabilis. Di nga matao kaya't walang nagsisiksikan at nagtutulakan sa mga coaches ng tren. Di rin ganoon katao sa Cubao. Walang prosti sa footbridge sa EDSA-Aurora. Wala din gaanong namamalimos kahapon. Bagama't maliwanag pa, nakuha ko pang luminga-linga ng kaunti. Ngayon ko lang kasi nasilayan ang lugar ng maaga-aga pa. Ganun pa din ang dami ng bus na patay sa ingay mambusina. Andun pa din ang mga taong hindi bumababa at naghihintay ng sasakyan sa tamang lugar. Ngunit mayroon akong nakita na hindi ko talaga nagustuhan. Isang tambak ng suka sa mag gilid ng poste. Malamang na galing ito sa isang pasahero ng bus na nahilo sa biyahe at dito na ibinuhos sa siyudad ang bangis ng kanyang niloloob. Nai-imagine mo ba kung ano yung itsura nung suka o gusto mo pang isalarawan ko para lamang sa iyo? Lakad pa ng kaunti at napansin ko na ganon pa rin pala ang kalakaran mapa-araw man o gabi. Andun pa din ang kotong cops. Ang mga buwaya na paswelduhan ng mga mamamayan na nagbabayad ng buwis ay nakaabang pa din sa ilalim ng tulay ilang hakbang lamang mula sa istasyon ng bus na aking sinasakyan. Nahuli ko na sila noong ginagabi ako ng uwi. Bawal magtawag ng pasahero sa ilalim ng overpass. Ngunit may bus na biyaheng pamprubinsya ang hihinto sa ilalim nito. Bababa ang kunduktor at may iaabot na isang bagay na nakabilot sa isang mamang tao naman ng karinderya sa ilalim ng tulay. Pagkakuha ng mama sa nakabilot na bagay na ito ay magsasalubong sila ng pulis at ang ikatlong "take it... take it" na eksena ang magaganap. Sa kabilisan ng pangyayari ay di ko man lamang sila nalampasan habang nag-aabutan sila. Mabilis pa naman akong lumakad pero mas mabilis naman ang mga kilos nila. Kahapon nga ay may nakaparadang bus doon at naghihintay ng pasahero. Ang patrol ng mga pulis naman ay nasa tapat lamang ng hagdan ng overpass. Sa ganyang lokasyon ay tila nagpapahiwatig ng magandang samahan ang bus at ang police patrol. Napailing na lamang ako. Nang makarating ako sa teminal ay nasilip ko na ang bus na sasakyan ko. Umiba kasi ito ng pwesto. Noo'y nasa bukana lamang ito ng gate ngunit ngayo'y nakapwesto na ito sa may gitna. Lumilipat kasi ang ibang pasahero kapag biglang dumaan ang isa pang kakumpitensyang bus sa tapat ng terminal na papuntang samin. Mas napapatagal ang pagpuno nila ng pasahero. Mas napapatagal ang paghihintay. Paghihintay na nakakabagot. Nakakaantok. Nakakatigatik ng pawis sa loob ng animo'y isang kalan o pressure cooker sa init. Walang pagdaanan at panggalingan ang hangin. Ngumuya ka man ng adobong mani at lumagok ng mineral water ay walang bisa sa patay na oras. Daanin mo na lang sa pagsandal sa upuan at pagpupunas ng pawis ang lahat. Pag abante ng bus ay namatyagan ko ang mga tindahan sa tabi ng terminal nito. Ngayon ko lamang naabutan na bukas sila. May upholstery shop, furniture shop, motorbike shop atbp. Madilim ang loob ngunit pansin mo na may tao. Tao na naghihintay na rin siguro ng oras ng paguwi. Nag-tiket na ang kunduktor at nagulat akong tumaas na naman ang pamasahe. dating P33 ngayon at P46 na. Apat na piso na lamang ay parang sa fx taxi na ako sumakay. Ang P46 dati ay pambayad na sa airconditioned bus, may sukli ka pa. Konting usad pa ay dumako na kami sa may North Ave. Oo, madaming tao sa may squatters' area sa may MRT station na ito. Kahapon ko lang nakita na ang dami palang kabataan dun na nakatambay dun sa may hilera ng kambingan. Ayokong isipin na maaaring isa sa mga ito ang nang-aagaw ng celfone ng mga pasahero mula sa bintana ng bus. Ayoko ding isipin na sila ang sisiga-siga sa lugar na iyon. Kung makikit mo kasi ay wala pinagkaiba ang dating nila sa mga batang kalye na may karang walang sinasanto't handa sa anumang gulo. Pasensya ngunit nakalakhan ko na ang ganyang set-up. Kaya hindi ko rin masisisi ang sarili na mag-isip ng di gaanong kagandahan. Para na rin sa pag-iingat ko, kumbaga. Maaga naman akong nakarating sa amin. Kaso nga lang gabi pa din akong natulog. Hindi naman talaga ko sanay na matulog ng maaga. Kaya't paggising ko para sa susunod na pasok sa trabaho ay pilit pa. Tumatawad pa ako ng ilang minuto para makabawi man lamang sa di pagtulog ng maaga. Ngunit sa oras na mabasa ang aking mukha sa paghihilamos ay pihadong ako'y gising na. Sasabayan ko na din ito ng pagmumumog para makapagtimpla na ng mainit na kape. Maulan nung pagpasok ko naman kanina. Medyo natagalan ako sa paghihintay ng bus. Sa pagkakataong ito ay nakakuha ako ng upuan. Kadalasan kasi ay puno na din ang bus na naaabutan ko. Parehas pa din sa MRT. Bilang lamang ang tao at mayroon nang supply ng dyaryo. Nakaupo din ako sa tren. Kaso nga lamang ay ubos na ang stored value card na binili ko nung isang linggo. Pahirapan na naman sa paguwi sa mga susunod na araw. Hindi matao sa Makati sa ganitong oras. Wala din ako masyadong nakitang mga empleyadong kagaya ng sa akin ang linya ng trabaho. Sa walkway ay dadalawa lamang ang aking nakasalubong - isang may edad na na babae na nagwo-walkathon at isang mama na nakatungo. Bagong mukha na din ang mga napapansin ko sa ganitong oras. Hindi ko na nakikita ang madalas kong mga nakakasabay, sa bus, walkway, mrt, kainan o kalsada man. Dito naman sa kinauupuan ko, maski na saang anggulo ako lumingon ay may tao. Ngayon lang ulit ako nagkaron ng shift ng madami pa akong inaabutan na nagtatrabaho. Masaya. Parang kagaya na din ng dati. Hindi nauubos ang oras ko sa pagtitig sa monitor ng computer hanggang ang mga mata ko'y manlabo. Ngayon ko nga lang talaga nakumbinsi ang sarili ko na iba, ulit, nanaman ang takbo ng aking sistema. Pabor din naman sa akin ang pagbabago. Minsan din nama'y hindi. Ang pinakaaantabayan ko naman na oras sa buong araw ay ang aking paguwi. Hindi dahil gusto ko namang takasan ang aking trabaho. Mas nakikita ko kasi kung ano ang Makati sa ganitong oras. Ang pagmasdan ang bawat bagay na interesante ay nakaaaliw. Sa gilid ng aking mga mata nagmumula at nagtatapos ang lahat. LSS: Reasons - Earth, Wind & Fire
posted by Arn at 11:57 AM
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Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Holla dayThe past holiday was a reliever. No, not from work since it was my scheduled rest days. I spent some time of laughter and stories with my family. We seldom see each other due to work and school. Once the next semester resumes, my two yuonger brothers would be living again with my younger sister. They all stay together to save money. Just the fare that would be shed everyday would drain our pockets. So, it was a wise idea to just let them live in a place near work and school. My previous rest days from work was on Sundays and Mondays. Now, it drops on Mondays and Tuesdays. So, stuff hunting in the supermarket does not fall on a Sunday but Monday instead. And speaking of supermarket, I was a bit pissed by "whoever he is" who called my attention last Monday. After I've bought some groceries, this ceratin guy was saying something in this line, "Wow. bagong shopping..." I just didn't here the rest of his non-sense statements. Before I take my ride, I would pass by the public school in our area. It has its basketball court. So, alot play there. Some people I know, some I don't. I've been bombarded by new faces in my place. Anyway, I was in my shorts and basketball shirt. Nothing grand, right? Went to buy some stuff for home. Then, went back home, of course. That's the usual thing that some quiet people in my place hear. Some tambays would just howl here, shout there. I, myself, do not know if they are trying to get my attention or trying to say something. Sometimes, if there's someone just passing by, they would hit them with some threats as sharp as beating the stranger up or they would talk behind the person's back and make faces or nasty comments. How insecure. Those are the things that I do not like in most of the people or tambay in my place. I've labeled myself as one but I do not do that especially to strangers. I do not know if that's a matter of territory. But who owns the place anyway? All of us are mere passers by. And mind you, those who do that are not originally from our place. In short, dayo lang. Kapal, di ba?I don't even know what's the big deal in seeing me doing some groceries for my family. They don't even know me. I barely know new blood of tambays in my place. I am being judgmental here but most of them look like the exact definition of a jolog. Mukhang mabaho na di naliligo na basagulero na nakikipagsabayan sa mga mayayaman sa porma ngunit ang kalalabasa ay isang katawa-tawang nilalang na wala namang ibubuga.But this rant was overbooted off by the quality time with my family. We had shake in the afternoon. I bought this powder used in pearl shakes. One bag each of buko pandan, moch and cookies and cream. I asked an errand to my nephew for five pieces of ice. My mom and my brothers had buko pandan. My sister had mocha. I just tasted a spoonful of mocha because I was anticipating for the cookies and cream. My supposed cup of mocha was given to my niece. I told my sister that I'd have cookies and cream. And when all the flavors are done, I tasted the one that I have. My sister was laughing because she was already telling me that cookies and cream tastes a bit odd. I had no choice to take it in since I already gave my nephew my cup of mocha. Next time, I know what to pick. Preparation was fun. I was the one crushing the ice and rinsing it after. My sister was blending the powder and ice. We were laughing at our blender because it was emitting small rubber when we turn it on. We just realized that the rubber lining underneath wasn't exactly fitted on the machine. Just a couple of weeks ago, we made a oven toasted pizza. Crusts are available in supermarkets. Add a small amount of luncheon meat, cheese and a small pack of pizza sauce. And voila! An almost Greenwich pizza. Must've been the pizza sauce. Hehe. So, there. I think I am just a happy person to spend some time with my family rather than staying in the streets doing nothing. I am happy to be able to provide for my family. I am happy to be able to go grab some items in the grocery. How about "whoever he is"? One of the moments which I think that these people wish they were me. Conceited, I know. Well, not really. I maybe an eyesore. I maybe an insecurity. I maybe an unfulfilled dream. But I have a word for those who pick on people. (These people who are doing nothing wrong but are picked on. These people who are striving to make their dreams a reality. These people who are living their life humbly. ) To "whoever he is", I might as well share my cookies and cream shake to you. Then remember this word --- Brainfreeze.
posted by Arn at 12:31 PM
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