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Sunday, February 26, 2006
Poetry Sampler #302.26.06 Sun Bago tumpak ang ika-11 ng umaga Hapis
Tampok ng tula ang isang hiwaga na
Kapag daka'y unti-unting lilinawin
Ang lahat ng mga bagay na may ibig
Iparating Na punto sa bawat salitang
Naglalaman ng nais ipabatid sa iyo.
Naturingan lang na nais kang kausapin at
Ipaalam ang hatid ng malumanay kong boses
Na may kasamang hangin mula sa nagmumura
Kong sikmura.
Subalit ang iyong karamutan ang nangibabaw
Habang ako ay pasimpleng umusad palapit.
Kasabay ng pagrolyo ng iyong mga mata ang Pagsimangot at panunulis ng iyong
Nguso na iyo nang naging
Sandata laban sa aking malambing na
Pagbati sa iyo.
Mariin ang apak ko sa kalsada kunsakali
Mang ihitin ka ng tawa at tangayin ako
Palayo ng matunog mong halakhak.
Nakatayo ma'y waring nakalugmok na din
Sa iyong harapan sa pagsubok na ika'y
Madinig man lang na sambitin ang kapirasong
Pagkilala sa kabila ng naising iharap
Sa iyo ang mga sana at kung anuman sa mga
Nagdaan nating usapan.
Ni hindi ka kumibo man lamang nang
Ako'y tinawag ka at nagbakasakaling
Makilala pa laban sa hampas ng hangin
Sa iyong kamiseta.
Pag-urong man ang huli mong
Sagot sa mga bulong ko noong mga nagdaang
Magagandang umaga, sa iyo
Pa rin hihintayin ang pagbalik ng
Sayang higit na hinangad noong makalawa.
Baguhin ang isipa't ako'y titindig
Ng matuwid sakali mang tamaan ako
Sa pagtutol na ginawa ng walang alinlangan.
Minsan
Hindi mo ninais ang isang ako.
::: Wala. Bored eh. Walang magawa. Kung curious ka kung sino yan, wala ka na dun kasi kathang-isip lang yan. Hindi tunay napangyayari. Gusto ko lang maging cheesy.(Sus.)
posted by Arn  at 11:19 AM
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Saturday, February 25, 2006
02.23.06 Thur
1:25pm
Music : Boston - Augustana I wonder what goes in the minds of office employees after work while walking home : from the moment they fix their things and step out of the building. Not that it has something to do with me, of course. I am just curious because I see some people who really look exhausted and bored. Could they be thinking of sales and quota and deadlines and next agenda and schedules? I admire people who are in business attire. Because I, myself, am not comfortable wearing one. I just delight myself on how people combine their clothing pieces for work. Well, mine does not require me to be as smart and clean looking as them. I work in my most casual and comfortable clothes which is an advantage since my wardrobe for formal occasions is minimal. But I am starting to check stores where I could get formal to semi-formal stuff. I also imagine myself walking along Ayala Ave in these fancy clothes just like a newly graduate eyeing for a job. I forgot. I also need a pair of sleek, black leather shoes to match. ****************** The mother and daughter foreigners looked nice selecting leather sandals yesterday afternoon in one of the malls here. And they were browsing through our local brands. ****************** Only after standing up from the table inside the canteen where I regularly take my lunch was I able to notice an office guy crying beside an office girl. That scene looked like that of the movies. And the guy was really red-faced wiping his eyes while the girl was rubbing his arm. Aaaww... 02.24.06 Fri
9:14amMusic: Someday - Barbie Almalbis Hindi ko alam kung may "power" pa nga ba ang People Power sa panahon ngayon. Nung Miyerkules ay nakita ko yung mga raliyista na nakapalibot sa may People Power monument. Lulan ako ng MRT nun pero basa ko pa din yung ilang mga streamers at banners na dala nila. Aaminin ko na medyo napakunot ang noo ko nun kasi ang daming stranded sa kalye. Naiba na ang ruta ng mga bus na karaniwang laman ng EDSA. Nadamay na pati na ang mga nananahimik na manggagawa na pinipilit paunladin ang sarili at bayan. Hindi ako kontra sa mga rally. Baka nga kung naiba ang eskwelahan na napsukan ko ay naging aktibista din ako minsan sa buhay ko. Nakasama na din naman ako sa mga rally. Yun nga lang, prayer rally at campaign against drugs yun. Hindi pa ako pisikal na tumayo at nakinig sa mga nagpapapoging nasa entablado. Oo. Hindi ako sumama sa EDSA 2. Yung People Power na nagluklok sa kasalukuyang pangulo, na sa bawat galaw ng kamay ng orasan ay nanganganib maalis sa pwesto dahil sa bunsod ng mga protesta. Sa pagkakaalam ko, nakansela ang klase namin nun. Namalagi na lamang ako sa bahay na nagre-review para sa prelims kasabay ng panonood ng tv. Inisip ko din na makakatulong para sa akin at sa bayan kung pumunta ko doon. Pero nanatili na lamang ako sa bahay. Mas ligtas. Makakapag-aral pa ako. Mas alam ko ang takbo ng mga balita dahil sa iba't-ibang report na ipinapasok ng mga reporters na nakakalat sa lahat ng maiinit na lugar. Naisip ko din sa sarili ko kung kabawasan ba ang di ko "pakikipabaka." May kani-kanya tayong dahilan. Hindi dahil madaldal at mabulaklak ang sinasasabi ng isang tao ay alam na niya ang kanyang ipinaglalaban. Hindi ibig sabihin nun ay mayroon na siyang paninindigan. Mas higit ang gawa kesa salita. Maraming dumalo sa EDSa dos. Sige, gawa iyon. May pinanindigan hindi lamang sa bayan kundi sa kani-kanilang mga sarili. Hanggang ngayon ba ay dala pa din ng lahat ang paninindigang iyon? May kabarkada akong sumama ng 2 araw dyan sa EDSA 2. Ano na? Wala. Parang isang selebrayon o okasyon lang ang lumipas. Masabi lang na andun siya. Maaaring may naidulot ang pagpunta nya dun para sa kanyang sarili. Pero hindi na-sustain. Walang silbi ang ganyang makasaysayang pagtitipon at pagpapatunay kung anuman ang iyong pinaglalaban at pinanghahawakan kung sa sarili mo ay di mo kayang ibigay ang dapat. Hindi sa isang sigaw at kantiyaw natatapos ang lahat. Ang buhay ay di tumitigil sa ganyan. Pwedeng makailang ulit mangyari ang EDSA People Power pero ang higit na mamayani sana sating lahat ay ang mabuti at makabuluhang pagbabago na dulot nito sa ating mga sarili para sa ating mga mahal sa buhay at sa bayan. Yung rally nung Miyerkules ay inabangan ko sa tv pag-uwi ko ng bahay. Malinaw na sinabi ng mga tao dun na paggunita lang sa EDSA 1 yun at wala nang iba pa. Eh, bakit iba ang sinasabi ng naglalakihang banners ng mga tao dito. May mga resign at puro pambatikos sa mga pulitiko. Ito ba ay kasama sa paggunita. Sinasabi ko na nga ba't pang-front lang yun pero ang talagang layon ng mga ito ay mag-rally. Oo. Perwisyo kayo sa mga nagsisikap magtrabaho araw-araw. May punto kayo pero may punto din ang mga kalaban nyo. Ba't kaya hindi kayo mag-meet halfway? Porke ba lumakas ang freedom of the press and freedom of speech nung mangyari ang EDSA 1 ay aabusuhin na natin ito? Ang daming matatapang pero di alam ang dahilan kung bakit sila andun. Kundi usi, eh sabit lang yung iba. O, wag na kayong tumanggi. Tama ba naman na magsama ng bata sa mga rally? Sa gitna ng init? Sa maaaring kaguluhan ang kahantungan? O, siya. Yung rally kahapon. Di ko alam kung anti-GMA ba ito o EDSA 1 commemoration. May mga naka-yellow shirts, may dala ng yellow flags dito sa Ayala. Ok, sige. May karapatan kayo. Freedom of expression, ika nga. Pero di pa ko nakakalayo ng opisina ko, nakakakita na naman ako ng mga batang nasa 7-10 taong gulang siguro. Andun at naglalaro ng mga isinabog na confetti. Isinisilid sa plastic bag. Yung iba namang mga binatilyo, tropa-tropa, tumpok-tumpok. Yung tila ba nakatambay lang sa kalye sa baranggay nila. Tas andun lang sila't nagkakatuwaan. Parang isang gimik sa gitna ng kalye. Siyempre, hindi ko din alam ang dahilan ng pagpunta nila dun. Tanggapin na natin. May taong nandun lang para makiusyoso. O para mapanood ang sarili sa tv. Ang pinakamasama, negosyuhin. Hmm, meron kayang bayaran na nangyari para lang dumami ang tao sa rally? Hindi lang pulitiko ang magsasalba sa ekonomiya. Oo, meron corrupt. Oo, may pulitika sa pulitika. Oo, merong mga nananalo dahil sa pandaraya. Nasa sa atin pa din kung pano natin iraraos ang bawat araw. Nirerespeto ko din ang mga ipinaglalaban ng mga organisyon na nabuo dahil mismo sa buklod na adhikain nila. Ang mga organisasyon din na ito ay mga kani-kanyang polisiya, argumento, pangangailangan at paninindigan na malamang na hindi tugma sa nakarami ang ilan. Organisasyon sila kaya di ko maiaalis sa isip ko na ang ibang ipinaglalaban nila ay isa sa mga hinaing o gustong mangyari ng kanilang grupo. Hindi pa ata ako nakakita o nakabalita ng isang mataas na posisyon ang yumuko para sa isang organisasyon. Hmm, baka yung sa EDSA 1 ng napaalis si Marcos sa pwesto. Pero hindi lang isang grupo ito kung halos lahat na ng Pilipino ang umaksyon. sana huwag nating lahatin. Huwag tayong sumakay sa agos kung hindi natin alam kung saan tayo patungo at dadalin nito. Sana magkaroon tayo ng mas malinaw na pag-unawa at nang di tayo magamit. Para sakin, di na kailangang ulit-ulitin pa ang pangyayari sa EDSA. Noong 1986 pa yun. Ang diwa dapat nito ang ating isabuhay. Lalo lang nagiging telenobela ang buhay ng Pilipino sa mga dramang ganito. ****************** Sa kasagsagan ng rally sa Ayala, nakuha ko pang ipamili ng gamit ang sarili ko. At isa iyon sa pamimili ko na di ko pinagsisihan ang binili ko. Meron lang isa na alangan akong isuot kasi natatawa ako sa sarili ko. Meron akong 2 polo shirt. Sinisimulan ko na kasing magkaroon ng mga may collar. At tsaka bumili ng mga polo para pang semi-formal. Meron akong 3 undershirt na iba't-ibang kulay : puti, itim at grey. Mabubutas na kasi yung ginagamit kong pansuson o pang-layer ba puti kong t-shirt. At isang pantalon na maong na kulay itim. Dito ko naaalangan kasi medyo flaired/flared (?... ano ba tawag dun sa parang naka-fly away?). Pero ayos naman daw sabi ng kapatid ko, eh. Hindi ko na naman mabalik kasi exchange lang pwede sa mall ata. Naiisip ko tuloy na ipalit na lang ng ibang jeans. Hmm, bukas dapat makapataw ko na ang desisyon. * Nagsisisi kasi ko dun sa pina-repair ko. Wala na talagang pag-asa. Hindi pa rin ayos ang fit maski na pinaputulan at pinasikipan ko. Haay, sayang ang P400.
posted by Arn at 11:44 AM
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Wednesday, February 22, 2006
02.22.06 Wed
01:13pmat my original workstation that does not allow me to view pictures Music: A Matter Of Time - Wolfgang feat. Raddha smuckers' blueberry preserve limited edition close up strawberry kiss (lova palooza) sis on leave repaired jeans bill payment I am getting less and less interested in blogging. Yes, there are a lot of things, well not really a lot, to talk about. There are a lot of people's blog to discover. There are a lot of pictures to adore. Perhaps, this block and access thing in our company's network are pressing me. Anyway, I know I would not allow any boredome or laziness or crappiness to kick in. ****************** Alright, two good finds in the supermarket last Monday: Smuckers' Blueberry Preserve (P99/jar) and the Limited edition Close Up Straweberry Kiss (in time for Lova Palooza, which of course already took place). I have yet to try the latter. ****************** I've got my jeans already fresh from alteration. Sad news is the fitting. Yes, the hem has been done nicely. The waist, too, was fine. It's now it falls down when I wear it. The hip area was a bit loose. It only looks good on regular-fitted shirts. Damn. ****************** After two years, I think, I was able to pay our electric and water bills. The meralco office looks still the same while the water station has its new office. ****************** My sister's on leave today from her work. Possibly, this very hour she's already at St. Luke's discussing something with the doctors. For severla months now, the result of her tests might be released. Hopefully, she is still that young, healthy lady that I know. Please pray for her. Thank you.
posted by Arn at 2:13 PM
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Sunday, February 19, 2006
02.16.06 Thur
11:34pmAgain, at my original workstation LSS: Tender Love - OJ Mariano Two Days Past V-DayAfter going to our town proper, I just stayed in my room on that day playing music. My song compilation never fails to soothe me. Youn know one of those laidback afternoons doing nothing but lounging on bed while holding the remote control of the boombox. Think things over. Switch on and off the fan. Sing along with some... ok, with almost all, of the songs... I had some thoughts in my mind about love. Oh, I think this would be one of my corniest and cheesiest. I know most of us do not deal with this topic with anybody else just like sex talks with our parents. We talk about "sensitive" and more personal matters to people whom we feel comfortable with discussing these things. But hey I am only here for love part and not the sex part, ok? Before I begin, let's say this altogether, "cheeeeeeezzyyyy!" * It is hard to reject someone. Much harder to reciprocate the (same level of) feeling shown by someone. * It is difficult to be sane and in love at the same time. * Old school love is sweeter * Romance is sometimes a hype which makes it boring. * As much as a person wants to avoid reminiscing, songs bring back something that we might have not think about for a long time. Random ThoughtsSince it was pay day yesterday, I bought a malt and oat loaf from Le Couer de France. It's for P73 per loaf. And you may have it sliced. A note left at the handle of a stairway leading to the mrt, "Wet Paint, Bagong Pintura." I wonder if the second part was a translation or just another warning written in Tagalog. Another weird note in Subway, Glorietta, "(Strictly) No Sharing of drinks." I just received 3 chocolate bars (Goldiona's Original Swiss Chocolate Bitter sweet, Milk Chocolate and Milk Chocolate with Hazelnut) from my teammate, Lei. Nakakatawa yung janitor dito sa office nung Linggo. Bumibida sa kwentuhan sa mga kasama nya. Madami na daw siyang na-pick up sa food court ng isang mall. Basta daw ilibre mo lang ng lunch yung babae. Paglingon ko, eh masasabi kong pede mo nga siyang i-date kung halloween party ang pupuntahan mo. Masyadong pabilib magkwento. Lakas. 02.17.06 Fri
8:29am
Again, at the loneliest workstation there is Song: Army - Ben Folds Five Here goes one sad news to another. Death and resignation. Synonymous. The end. From these two, I have some things that I want to ask myself. Things that I keep on asking when same situations as above transpire. Questions that I also keep on thinking and asking with and/or without resolving. Several deaths of youngsters somehow made me think about life a little deeper than the way I use to. Fellow Thomasian, Rudyard, was killed inside an fx taxi through holdup. Another Thomsian Nursing student was also killed while walking outside the school premises by a holdupper. He was with his girlfriend that moment. Redor, an elementary classmate's brother, was killed in a misunderstanding during a gimik night in Malate. The son of Mr. and Mrs. Escudero who also lost his life from roccers. Cliff, an officemate, just got killed last Monday through holdup also. These are all men yet they were not able to defend themselves and save their lives. In street crimes, except rape, the usual victim are men. Men who eventually lose their lives. Probably because there would really be a conflict then a struggle on who would be outdone between two men - the victim trying to escape danger and the robber trying to overpower the victim. These young men are... young. We might not know what dreams they still have to fulfill for their own resolve. Definitely, for their families and future families as well. Imagine the loss their loved ones have/had. Think about the the things they could've offered to society. One dreamy lad already knows where he should stand and what he should hold unto. Realize how they might'be saved somebody else's life. My teammate, Lei, asked me if I regret not talking to Cliff since I was already introduced to him by Denise, another officemate. (I met Denise through the UST thread in PEx. Then, we realized that we are working in the same company and we are using same last name. She has this belief that they are "destined" for each other because of our last names. *incest!* Hehe.) Not really regret but the idea of befriending the person who also has the same last name as me and Denise. He's already friends with Denise before I was to her. Not necessarily friends as the one you eat lunch with or smoke with. Even just a simple nod or smile whenever you see each other was alright. It's good to know more people in the office. If we were friends, I could've introduced him to Lei (Ehem!). I think this teammate would've liked that. :p (This happened to me alot of times already. I let good things pass by me. When it is too late, I would realize those what have been's and could have been's.) One of my most ambitious dreams is to be friends with at least a quarter of the world's population. My friend, Bryan, said that it is impossible. I told him that my dream is an exaggeration but it may be possible. It is the mystery of each person that interests me. Like their quietness or loudness, simplicity and extravagance and all that range. It's how they deal with their own lives and how they get through each day. How would I be friends with the rest of the world if I am shy? More often than not, I let that opportunity pass. When a friend introduces somebody new, I talk to the person in that moment. The only problem with me is how to retain that courage to talk to a new person once we see each other again. Like how I'm going to start by telling the person that I was the one introduced by this friend of ours or I was the one you met at this gathering. It's awkward. I am not the friendliest. All I tell myself is that there's always next time. But that next time would lead to another next time til that next time would be indefinite. I always imagine myself as a bit likeable. That I don't piss that much. And that most of my friends' friends intriduced to me would like me to be part of their group or something. Of course, again, I have this wall of shyness that pushes me away from my supposed new found friends. If only my friends in college would re-introduce me to their friends from other colleges, I would ask some questions to know them better and not just a mere "friend-of-a-friend" case. I love people. I always love people and always will. They inspire me to wonder about important things in life. My second sad news: my supervisor is resigning (soon, a teammate). Surprise. Of all the people, I never thought about that decision. Not this early. But I feel that the reason defines it. My first ever supervisor/mentor was gone. Another one has been promoted to another account. others handle new ones. The last is about to leave. Almost all of my teammates had been out also. Reaction. It is/was sad. New adjustments. New beginnings. A couple of months from now would be the 1st year of our most dreaded day because of the rumbles that happened. I considered resigning from work also because of certain pressure, struggle, vagueness and strangeness. I thought that would be the best option for me. Good thing I didn't. I went on and convinced myself that I could go through it all. And I did. See, I was hopeless and deeply affected by random movements. In a flash, I instantly missed everything from day 1 at work to that same day when I was ending my shift. By the end of the month, we would be losing another veteran and original member of the team. It is appeasing to know that there is someone within the team who knows you because you've been in the same team since the start. I undestand that this career is not forever. That career paths and moves gradually change. I just pray that all my former teammates who are already working in another/same industry, company, living in another country, schooling and figuring out on what to do next would be successful in God's time. ****************** Mayamang edukado na walang common sense Dalawang tagpo sa elevator ng gusaling kinakainan ko ng pananghalian. Pababa ang elevator. May lima na yatang sakay nang pindutin ko ang down para mahabol ko pa at bumukas ang pinto nung pababang elevator na yun. May dalawang babae na nasa may kanan ko na walang patid ang pag-irap. Kasi pagkatapos ko ay may humabol pa para pumasok sa elevator. Nang may bumaba sa basement, inirapan din ng magkaibigan ito yung 2 mamang bumaba na animo'y walang karapatang pindutin ng mama door close at open. Next stop, basement ulit. Ako at yung isang mama yung bumaba. May nagsipasukan matapos akong bumaba. Ang natitirang nakapindot na lang dun sa mga dial ng elevator ay 3/F. Kundi ba naman tanga yung 2 babae na nagmamadali. Eh, ba't sa down sila sumakay at hindi dun sa up. Pagkatapos kung kumain... Pataas na elevator. May mga nakasabay din akong mga tao na nag-aabang. May isang grupo ng isang lalaki at tatlong babae na medyo may edad nang naghihintay din. Sosyal at pa-english-english pa. Eh, di may bumaba sa ibang basement na nahintuan. Alam kong masamang makinig sa usapan ng iba pero pag nasa elevator ka ay madidinig mo din iyon gustuhin mo man o hindi. May pinipintasan yung grupo ng mga matatanda. Nadinig ko ang mga salitang dumbass at mukhang katulong. Sa ground floor ang baba ko. Sa ground floor din pala sila. Kaso ako alam ko na pag sa ground floor, sa kabilang side bubukas yung pinto ng elevator. Kaya ako nakalabas na, sila naghihintay pa din na bumukas yung side kung saan sila nakaharap. Nagrereklamo pa yung isang babae na ang tagal daw bumukas. Sarap pagtawanan ng harapan yung ganitong klaseng mga tao na ang ugali ay di mo alam kung san namana at yung akala mo kung sino sila. 02.18.06 Sat
1:24pm
avoiding talks with some senseless teammates who, I guess, need a little attention from their parents Music : Hold On For One More Day - Wilson Philips Another supervisor would be leaving the account where I am in to add another "feather" to her cap. This would be good for her since she would be exposed to another field. It would just be hard to go on each day knowing that the habit of seeing and greeting everyone would be lessened. There would be more vacant seats. It would also be hard since we all are so used in dealing with each other each day at work. I do hope that better things are just a seat away. 02.19.06 Sun
7:26amMusic: Melt With You - OST Fifty First Dates May nabasa ko nun sa kung saan tungkol sa pamimigay ng flyers/brochures sa kalye mall o kung saan mang lugar na matao. Di ko matandaan yung saktong sinabi sa Ingles, eh. Pero parang sinabi dun na pag namigay ka ng flyers, parang sinabi mo na din sa taong pinagbigyan mo nito na PAKItapon yung papel na yun. Tingin ko naman, interesado ding malaman ng taong kumuha ng flyer kung anuman yung nakasulat dun kaya kinuha din nya. Yung oras pa lang na tinignan mo yung nagbibigay at kung ano ang ipinamimigay niya ay senyales na na interesado kang malaman kung ano yung nasa ipinamimigay nya. Pag iniisip ko, ang hirap ng ganung trabaho. Ngingiti ka sa tao habang inaabutan ng flyer. Minsan di ka papansinin, lalampasan ka, mababangga, iirapan at lolokohin pa kung minalas-malas ka pa. Wala lang. Naisip ko lang kung ano kaya ang pakiramdam na ganun ang kinabubuhay ng tao araw-araw maski na marangal ito.
posted by Arn at 2:20 PM
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Wednesday, February 15, 2006
8:44am
At my original workstation (I miss this place.) A sad news was sent to me by Denise via email about the death of an officemate. He was informally introduced to me by Denise last year. It was like, "This is Cliff. He's my teammate who also has the same last name as ours." (I hardly meet people who share the same surname as mine.) News about young people in senseless deaths saddends me. My younger brother almost had that fate, too. I do pray that people who take others lives change and feel how their fellow humans should be treated. And for those who persihed because of henious crimes like robbery and holdup, to find peace in heaven and within the hearts of people who've seen them grow and develop and became part of their lives. Imagine how fast life is. I just saw him last Sunday. Imagine. ****************** Again, I went on a food trip on my rest days. I tried dilis (dried "small" fishes), Purefoods' Chili Con carne, Kraft's Mayo Magic Spread (I am into sandwich spreads these days.), good ol' hopiang munggo, shing-aling, 3 Musketeers and Marby's egg pie. Some was my first taste. Others were not. Also, I am adding 3 Musketeers as one of my favorite chocolates. ****************** Sorry to the people who are trying to abolish or minimize music piracy. I got the albums of Bob Marley and Stevie Wonder yesterday. My only complaint is the quality of the music in the latter. There was noise in between tracks. But tolerable. I know I have to get a copy from each artists. The latest original Bob Marley cd is about 700 bucks. Pirated copy is for P35. Big saving. Great loss to music industry as well. But I buy orginal Pinoy musicians' albums. This is not a consolation for buying pirated stuff. I am still for original cds/cassettes/vcds/dvds. ****************** I bought a jean with an unknown brand last Sunday. After several minutes of scrutinizing the whole department store, I fpund one which doesn't really fit me well. So, I brought that to a tailor yesterday for alterations. Less 2 inches on the waist and 3 inches on the hem. Too bad that they do not fix the inseam. I hope that the jean would still look ok once I get it next week. There are some good, unpopular brands lying at the department store somewhere. You just have to browse.
posted by Arn at 11:52 AM
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Saturday, February 11, 2006
I think I might posting by batches02.08.06 Wed 7:16am busying myself (I have to use a notepad for my draft to minimize surfing, and eventually recording, of forbidden/non-work related site/s) Pera O Barong Para sa lahat ng naapektuhan sa kung paano mang paraan ng nakaraang stampede sa ULTRA noong Sabado, walang may gusto nung nangyari. Kung anuman ang naiwan nito sa atin, nawa'y maging aral at panggising ito sa ating lahat. Sumalangit nawa ang lahat ng sumakabilang buhay sa trahedyang ito. Infectious I heard my 3-year old niece singing the chorus of "My Humps" yesterday. I was surprised that she knew that song. I asked her what she was singing and how did she know the song? She just stopped singing and gave me that belat (stick out tongue) look. 02.09.06 Thur 9:30am out of boredom (My log in has been blocked for almost every source of my access outside including the shorcut to where I get my stickies. Dang.) Song: I Don't want To Be - Bo Bice Boom! Here it is again. Blocked forbidden sites. Redundant. (Though I would want to think that this is somewhat a strategy, I hate to think it might be. I mean, come on. All of us learn through surfing especially now that the world is just at the tip of our fingertips. Lessons from them might be also useful, in let's say, applying for promotion. Ha! Dream on, Arnold. You have to agree with me. There are useful things that we get that's why more and more people are into computers and stuff.) I would never allow myself to be bored just like how I would not like to grow each day dumber by just staring at my computer screen. I know I have the option to read the e-books saved in our public drive. I could even browse though other folders there. But I know that could not me as productive as blogging (posting, hopping, etc.). Plus, on-line books bore me. If they've something to do with philosophy or psychology, I might take it though. Just wondering, how am I going to post this in my blog? Hmm, let me try to send this to my email accounts later. Then, I would drop by a net cafe in one of my rest days to copy-paste this entry. (All for the love of blogging.) Smart kid, ah. Anyway, I am still finishing another poem of mine. I hope it would come out exciting since it has a title that goes, "Kilabot." That is goose bumps in English. I already finished,uhm, two lines, uhm since Tuesday. Productive, eh? Yesterday, I dropped by two stores to check out their pants. Still, this inseam thing has stuck by me. I know I would never get a jean in my exact measurements. When I buy one, I would have it tailored for a better fit. Most of my jeans had 32"-33 inch inseam before I had them cut into 27"-28". See the difference? They just benefit taller men. That's unfair. Currently, my purchase frustrations are jeans and OPM cds. Shoes and slippers and shorts come close to these two. I think that I am not developing any sickness in line with buying things. I could still control that urge of purchasing in an instant. But I badly need to get new stuff for myself. So, five items bug me. I may be crazy deciding on what to get. I need these for work even the cds. I do not bring them to the office since it would be another offense. I play them to sing my blues away. Hayup. Ok. I just had my lunch. I bought nilagang baboy and 1 1/2 cups of rice. Nilaga is one of the Filipino dishes that I do not enjoy because I taste nothing. All I want from it is the veggies. Yum. I think I would be falling myself to sleep in a couple of minutes because I am so full. Btw, from the place where I ate lunch, a small notice was somewhere there stating that former US VP Al Gore is visiting that building. 02.10.06 Fri 9:30am sitting on the loneliest station of my account Song: Sweet Thing - Nina Yesterday, I was able to see my sister's former suitor. We were actually on the same ride going home. When I hoped in the bus, I figured first where to sit. I entered the bus' middle door. And there he was just as the seat adjascent the door. I stopped beside the seat and smiled. I knew he was puzzled who was I. He even moved his bag thinking that I would sit beside him. There were still less than 10 passengers inside so more seats were vacant. I just sat on his seat. Finally, he figured who I was. He asked some questions about my work, commuting and all that stuff. He was by the window, then a space and me. It was a three-seater. I already took off money from my pocket just in case the bus conductor roams around for our ticket and fare. Until it was out turn to get our ticket, he told the conductor our destination. He said he'd pay for my ride. Passengers went in. I had no choice but to move next to him for the other passenger to have a seat. I was trying to minimize talking since I do not have so much to share. We went on talking. I knew he's going to ask something about my sister. Both of them are already married to different spouses. He wasn't able to woe my sister because he was too nice, according to my sister. Every now and then when I was young, he asks for my sister. No wonder up to know he still asks for her. Both of them are hapily married, though. I just had this thought yesterday. He was my sister's former suitor. His brother is the wife of my sister-in-law's sister. His mom was my dad's former girlfriend. There's some connection in there. Of course, I thanked him before I got off the bus. ****************** It was nice to see a kid who knows how to flush the toilet after use. ****************** I forgot to clean my toenails this week. Yes. I am proud to say that I clean them myself. If even I "murder" one of 'em, it's me to blame and nobody else. And I don't trust pedicurists (?) for them. It is already a habit to clean them once a week (usually on a Tuesday after I ironed my clothes for the work week). I don't know why I forgot. As I look at my feet, I figured that I am improving in cleaning my own toes. The usual, I would hurt at least 2-3 toenails per week. Either I cut the nails too bad or I push the small apparatus, in getting dirt and scrapping off nails, too hard. My only problem now is a strategy to rid the callus.
posted by Arn at 9:24 AM
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Saturday, February 04, 2006
My First Post Sent Via Email [not anymore :( ] 02.03.06 Thurs a few minutes before lunchtime We're in danger. Almost all forbidden sites which were accessed by some of my officemates were sent via email to the upper management. Bam! Feels like each one of us is a suspect. From today until who knows when, I will just be posting via email. I would miss blog hopping terribly as I miss my own blog. ********Kahapon, nakasalubong ko pa sa may kinakainan ko ng lunch yung classmate ko nung college. (Andun ang picture nya sa dinner namin sa Teriyaki Boy.) Dun kasi ang bldg nila at pauwi na siya. Ang tagal ko na kasing kumakain dun pero kahapon ko lang siya nakita dun. ********As I entered the men's restroom to take my final leak at the office before I walk home, I noticed someone facing the mirror and looking at his left armpit. I think the guy was trying to wipe off sweat from it. At first I thought it was a bit funny being caught in that situation. But on the other hand, there's no place to fix oneself but the restroom. ********To all those familiar with the CCAP Battle of the Bands, please support our company's representative in the grand finals by texting JAMMIN and send to 2308.
I've watched the elimination and I must say that most of them who entered the finals are worth watching. But of course, I am betting on our own to win.
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I am amazed by mute people. Those whom I usually see in the mall. They look like ordinary high school students in their uniform. You would only know that they could not speak when they start using sign language. They could be a bit noisy when they're pissed or frustrated. They look like rich kids, by the way. They have fair skin. And as I've mentioned, they are in school.
They just make me wonder.
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I went jean hunting last Wednesday afternoon. I am in need of a nice pair of blue/indigo jeans. I am not looking for the ones with fade and holes. Just the basic.
I went to a few boutiques and some department stores and found none. It's either the jeans are too long or too loose for me. Inseam (Naks. I am now more familiar with this term and the like.) would usually run from 30-33. 27-28 inseam, I prefer. So, I need to have them cut once I buy it. But no. The hips area, too are loose. Bulging.
Before I ended that day, one saleslady made me look at her for a few seconds. She was confidently telling me that theirs are the latest in fashion which come from Europe and... Thurkey (Turkey).
Too impressive.
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As seen on the tv plug of Nescafe, the first pick coffee cherries contain more anti-oxidants than green tea and iced tea. They even said that buying this limited product helps 30,000 Filipino coffee farmers. The price of a bottle is a bit costly, though.
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Most Filipinos, me included, are still "star strucked" with foreigners. Make that blonde, blue eyed and really white skin foreigner.
I was walking along the footbridge somewhere in EDSA. I was actually at the back of two lady foreigners. They were wearing somewhat of a gypsy type. They were smoking. A man who's fast approaching made this comment, "You bad girl." He was ignored by the ladies.
I look at foreigners but I do not make such things. I just wonder why they're here and that's it. Some Filipinos are just too elated when they see one to the point that they like to touch and interview the person. Seems like they saw an apparition.
LIke us, they, too are humans.
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Spoiler. From a message board, the celebrities who would be staying in Big Bro's house are as follows: Chin-Chin Gutierrez, John Pratts, Carlos Agassi, Bianca Gonzales, Zanjo Marudo, DJ Rico Robles, Keanna Reeves, Angela Calina, Rustom Padilla.
I am not sure about all those listed. But from the clues given for the past days, the taekwondo jin/beauty pageant contestant is Gretchen Manalad. I am sure she is part of the show. If you do not have any idea who she is, please check the latest issue of FHM Philippines.
I am as eager to watch the kick off party of the show on tv this coming Saturday.
[edit] 02.04.06 Sat
still downtime at work which I ain't complaining (but I am doing my job well, mind you.)
I think I might not be sending this via email anymore since our server has already blocked almost everything related to blogger.
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I am sure that Bianca Gonzales is part of the celebrity edition of Pinoy Big Brother based from the show's teaser.
It would be nice to observe her especially in tough times. How she gets mad and annoyed and sleepy...
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I hope this gets published. I am posting this. But I would not be able to check if it was successfully posted in my blog.
To the other blogs that I usually visit, see you next time :D
posted by Arn at 2:50 PM
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Wednesday, February 01, 2006
LSS : Bukas Na Lang Kita Mamahalin by Marinel Santos (Kinda girly but this song has been haunting me. Her version is as good as the original singer. This song was part of the Star in a Million 1 album. I really like listening to compilations esp. from those coming from talent searches here and abroad. They remind me of two things : dreams and promises.) I have three things to post today. One is about taste. The other is faith and the last would be hmm... (just leave it at that) And with this post, I could not come up with a witty title. But I'll just mix those three and look what I've got: TASTE OF FAITH...HMMM.. How creative, am I not? Especially the hmmm part. Alright, just some thoughts about taste. More than a year ago, I was thinking about the friendster profile of my former teammate/friend, Melina. She posted in her "about me" section that she is/was particular about taste. I know most of us prefer delicious goodies. Being an art major that she is, I know that there is a thin line between taste as in swallowing a spoonful of, let's say, sabaw ng sinigang na baboy (a native and popular food here in my country, usually eaten with rice during lunchtime) and enjoying that food. I didn't really pay attention to taste as long as food is there to break my hunger. Now it's different. I look for something more. No, I am not thinking about molecules or microorganisms, dashes of salt and ounces of water present in a certain food. That something that would make me take another bite or sip or lick or gulp. Of course, from my weekly routine encounter with all the stuff in the supermarket and all those food in the street and stores which complements my cash, I try to at least grab one just for the experience. I have here a list of some new things which I've tried. Overall, I was satisfied. * Finetti Duo (cocoa & white cream) and Finetti Hazelnut spread with cocoa. Both are for P60/400g. These are not toos sweet which is good. * Coffeemate French Vanilla and Hazelnut. It is hard to choose between the two. But I would just pick the Frech Vanilla flavor since it is less sweet. * Sunkist Green Mango flavor. From 1-10 being 10 the highest, I would rate it as 6. I was looking for that sour taste. * Vita Quaker Oats Chocolate and Berry Burst flavors. The latter I still have to try. Chocolate flavor was nort very sweet. (I noticed that I am now into mild sweetness.) * Balut Express. A bit costly but the feeling of eating balut and all its derivatives in a small bowl with your choice of sauce standing infront of the store is exciting. Like street food in a more convenient place minus the smoke and concoction of saliva in the sauce. I am no chef. I could not even know if msg is present in my everyday meal. But this is another way of enjoying what I am eating. Alright, here goes my "faith" post. So, I was busy ironing my clothes yesterday morning. I saw my little niece at our front door so I went there and openned it for her. I also looked at her toy and told her to play with my other niece who's standing inside her crib. This lady, in an age of at least 50 or so I think, stopped in front of us and said that she has something to tell us. I thought that was another organization asking for donations. She said it's about faith. For my first question, I asked if she was Catholic. She then said that it has nothing to do with religion. Then I found out that it was not about Catholicism. She started asking me if I am aware that the world is now getting worse. That word, worse, was her central idea. I started shaking my head. Ske knew that I didn't believe her. She asked me why. I said that God is beautiful. She went from a talker to speechless for a few seconds. SHe switched that the world is better in terms of technology, etc but not its people. I said no again. I told her that I do not settle on negative things and that it is more appropriate to appreciate positive things. She went on with her negativity. I ended our small talk by telling her that I am sorry and I do not believe her. I grabbed my niece's arm and went inside our house. I never pay attention to people I do not believe in. Am I hearing hmmm's coming from your mind? You're just right in time. That hmmm's would be part of trilogy. COndsider "hmmm" as the title of my third part. Well today, I am more eager to go to work. I am jollier now than before. Though I still miss the good ol' accounts and teammates, I feel I am getting by slowly. I am already in that pace of gaining more friends and sharing meaningful laughters. Also, I smile alot today. I just smile. And smile. And smile. And smile. I am also happy for someone. Ok, say that hmmm again since I am ending this note with that someone. (Sorry. But not from somewhere here. And oh. [u]For[/u] is a preposition, ok. I didn't use the word [u]because[/u].)
posted by Arn at 1:10 PM
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