A day in the life…

Another boring entry. Want to read?

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Friday was what I can consider one of the amazing things that happened to us Bastards. For the first time in a very long time, the Creatives people were almost all present in one gimmick night. Went to Chakik’s at Julia Vargas to listen to some (more) Wunjo music, which led to the vocalist commenting, "O, andito rin yung mga taga-Centerpoint (referring to Fluxx, Gio and me, the 70’s Bistro regulars whom he met at the Centerpoint building a few months back, pero hindi talaga kami taga-Centerpoint)." With additional "hakot" plus two other outsiders (but not quite, since they’re always here in the office after working hours; such loyal boyfriends). No, make that three outsiders, with the inclusion of Tomador Michelle. We stayed until they finished their sets, and went home about 1 AM.

Nice Friday. Something that I would put alongside the Sibil and Watering Hole events as the most memorable gimmick ever. Minus the drunkenness.

Saturday was sleep-all-day day. That’s exactly what I did. No gym.

Sunday was the judging of the Gundam contest at Toy Kingdom Megamall. Was there about 2 PM and stood, waited for the results which was announced about 6 PM. It would be the Gundam’s fault if my legs develop varicose veins. Bad Gundams. At least Gio got some freebies that day.

And today, Monday. Bastard Boss texted Gio about a logo glitch in an ad released today. So who’s fault? Bastard Boss did the ad. Duh. Just waiting for him to say the wrong words, and I’ll go berserk like an angry volcano.

Good thing he didn’t say what I was expecting him to say. I’m still cool.

It’s Sir Carlo’s birthday today. Shucks, I shouldn’t have brought lunch.

Every Friday, I (and my officemates as well) make it a point to tune in to Magic 89.9 to listen to some good old music. As in 80s music. Nothing, I just find it interesting and fun as I hear the music that takes me back to my childhood…

Hearing old songs from Madonna to Hall and Oats to Gary Valenciano to New Kids on the Block… their songs never fail to put a smile on my face, or trigger music trivia among us here in the room.

Things like, "Nakakatakot ‘yung babaeng kumanta ng ‘Mickey,’ no?" or "Naalala ko, grade 3 ako nyan!" or "Talaga, si [whatshisface] ang kumanta nito?"

Oh, happy happy days.

Everything was easier then…

Another week that starts on a Tuesday. Thanks to PGMA’s SONA, I get to rest for another day. Well, not exactly. Slack is the right term.

Yeah, and I got to be a dorky geek (isn’t that redundant?) yesterday because I got to watch the SONA. Well, the part about the GNP and financial chuvalu I didn’t really remember (did she say anything about it anyway?). But what I do recall is her saying that there should be debates on Charter change, or something like that, that would lead to a change in the government system. To that effect. That if the people would accede, the Philippines will be under a parliamentary-federal system (following FVR’s suggestion), just like the US. Hmm… I dunno, it may work. The thing is, do the people agree? And would they understand what it means to have a parliamentary-federal system? That remains to be seen, I guess.

Well, that’s past. Today is another working day. Back to normal. Looking at my work calendar, I’m expecting a rather stressful week ahead. Today, I feel it’s going from good to bad. And at 2AM, I’ll probably be humming to the tune of Juan Pablo Dream’s "Nice Place."

So who has the lyrics to "Nice Place?"

Odd as it may seem, this really sad song (included in the Pinoy/Blonde soundtrack) makes me smile…

Hmm…

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Kwarto — Sugarfree

Maglilinis ako ng aking kwarto
Na punong puno ng galit at damit
Mga bagay na hindi ko na kailangan
Nakaraang hindi na pwedeng pagpaliban

Mga liham ng linihim kong pag-ibig
At litrato ng kahapong maligalig
Dahan dahan kong inipon
Ngunit ngayon kailangan ng itapon

Di ko na kayang mabuhay sa kahapon
Kaya mula ngayon, mula ngayon..

May jacket mong nabubulok sa sulok
Inaalikabok na sa lungkot
May panyong ilang ulit nang niluhaan
Isang patak sa bawat beses na
Tayo’y nasaktan

Di ko na kayang mabuhay sa kahapon
Kaya mula ngayon, mula ngayon..

Alaala ng lumuluhang kahapon
Dahan dahan ko na ring kinakahon
Natagpuan ko na ang tunay kong ligaya
Lumabas ako ng kwarto’t naron sya

Magpapaalam na sa’yo ang aking kwarto

Magpapaalam na sa’yo

Magpapaalam na sa’yo ang aking kwarto..

It’s already 2:22 AM of July 20, and I’m still here in the office, rendering overtime.

Nothing much really, I’m almost done with my job. It’s just that I still have to wake up at 6:45 AM later to make it to the 9:30 AM meeting. Sucks, doesn’t it?

My thoughts then drift to the OT pay I’ll be receiving at the end of the month… at least I feel a little bit more okay.

I’m just tired. Too much in my head. Need to de-stress.

Pucha, pag ito para sa wala…

Yey! After a week, I finally got to develop the pics taken from the Neil Gaiman event in Rockwell and Greenhills. Check it out on my Multiply page.  

I recently got to watch the movie Pinoy/Blonde last Friday, after curiosity got the best of me. Tell you the truth, it’s not the "relax-see-a-movie" kind of flick. To me, it’s more of a critique, even a satire on the Philippine movie industry. Take note of the quotes and lines from famous Hollywood movies, and the comments Boy2 gets about his hair. I guess it’s more of a movie with a hiddent theme. Not for the ones who don’t want to think…

I loved Jaime Fabregas’ line… "Poor feet, poor posture, poor health."

And of course, last Saturday I got my copy of the latest Harry Potter book. Okay, no giveaways here, no spoilers ( I promised myself). Just that I found the ending pretty shocking and… depressing. Damn. Read it within the weekend (2 days record, same as book 4). Funny though, that when I claimed the book at National Bookstore, I got a free product catalogue and a free jelly ice candy. Right.

I ate the jelly ice candy. Tasted pretty interesting.

Call me nonchalant. Actually kailan lang naman ako hindi nakialam… sa mga pangyayari sa labas ng aking bintana at sa loob ng TV tube ko or sa nilalaman ng diyaryo tuwing umaga.

Pag nanonood ako ng TV o nagbabasa ng diyaryo, ganon at ganon na lang ang nangyayari. Pero natututo ba tayo?

E kasi naman e, abuso tayong mga Pinoy.

Di ba tayo nagsasawa sa rally?

Effective pa ba ang rally?

Naiintindihan ba nila ang ibig sabihin ng democracy, ang limitations ng freedom, at ang rule of law?

Naniniwala pa ba tayo sa sinasabi ng Constitution?

HIndi naman sa pumapanig ako sa isang taong alam nating gumawa ng mali. Pero naman, ibig bang sabihin nun na pwede na lang tayo basta-basta magpatalsik ng mga leader natin?

Tsaka teka lang, magse-stage kayo ng rally sa Ayala, e diba doon yung mga supporters niya?

Pati supporters niya bumaligtad? Di siguro napagbigyan…

Ang weird nating mga Pinoy. We’re so fickle-minded. Inarte talaga.

Tapos ngayon may bagong wiretap scandal laban sa dating leader…

Wow, ang galing! Artistahin talaga ang mga Pinoy. We love being in the spotlight.

Syet, katawa-tawa na tayo talaga sa mata ng ibang tao, noh? Sana nare-realize nila yun.

Well, apparently not.

Up to this day, I’m still in a state called euphoria. Yep, the magic of Neil Gaiman has not rubbed off, even how frequent I have washed my hands since that weekend.

I wanted to post this entry when I get the pictures developed, but I just can’t get it out of my head. I went to Rockwell Tent for The Gathering and let myself be scorched under the sun for about 10 hours at Greenhills. On both occasions, I got to talk to Mr. Gaiman, shake his hand, and get his autograph. And it was simply overwhelming. Considering that I was one of those fans on the bottom half of the to-be-signed (364th of 700 at Rockwell and technically 438 of 500 at Greenhills), I was very much happy that Mr. Gaiman maintained his warm, accommodating self even until the wee hours of the morning, thoughtfully asking each of his fans during the signing, "Hullo, how are you?" He’d even thank you from the bottom of his heart for just being there. Wow, an author with a rock star status without the attitude.

I never thought I would get a chance to see Neil Gaiman. It was an exhausting, exhilarating experience. He promised he’ll come back. I hope he does. He’s gotten curious about the Philippines, and he’s already addicted to calamansi juice, y’know.

‘Til then, I dream…

"… I’m 80, I’m on my deathbed, and I say, ‘I could have been a writer.’"
                                                                               - Neil Gaiman
                                                                                                           July 9, 2005
                                                                                                           Manila, Philippines

Regrets. For the past 25 years of my life, I tried not to have any. But it’s inevitable. There are things, some small and some big, that I regret choosing… or not choosing. But we only get one shot at life. We can’t just go back to our childhood and change everything so that our present (or future) is not like… this.

At the Gathering for Neil Gaiman at the Rockwell Tent last Saturday, I realized that each day is a "now-or-never" day. It’s hard not to pursue what you want and then regret it afterwards.

To be honest, I have reached a point in my life that I start to ponder where I’m supposed to be heading. Yes, this "quarter-life crisis," as some would call it, is now hitting me right smack in the face. I don’t know where to go. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I want. All I know is that I want to make a difference in my life and in others’… somehow.

I don’t want to have regrets. On my deathbed, I’d want to say, "I have done something beautiful in my life." I want to say that.

Now, the only thing to do is know what to do.

"Though I don’t know where I’m going, oh no
At least I know I’m going somewhere."
                                                        - "Somewhere" by Wunjo

Was happy Wunjo sang this song last night.
Nice lyrics. Very oddly timely.
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How can you say that
your not responsible?
What does it have to do with me?
What is my reaction, what should it be?
Confronted by this latest atrocity

Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears

Hide my face in my hands, shame wells in my throat
My comfortable existence is reduced to a shallow meaningless party
Seems that when some innocent die
All we can offer them is a page in a some magazine
Too many cameras and not enough food
‘Cause this is what we’ve seen

Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears

Protest is futile, nothing seems to get through
What’s to become of our world, who knows what to do

Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears

Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears