A day in the life…

I know I have friends in GMA7, but I just had to let this one out.

Captain Barbell is a friggin’ ripoff of Smallville.

Didn’t Captain Barbell have his own identity? He wasn’t an alien; he was human who was chosen by that "spirit" of the barbell because he had a good heart. As far as I know when he’s human, he doesn’t have any powers. And Enteng and Captain Barbell are two different entities, not a hero with a human alterego/disguise.

I haven’t got the time to watch it (though I get to catch Love of the Condor Heroes in the bus with video on board), but based on the TV spots, it’s so similar to the Smallville storyline, complete with the car crash where Clark rescues Lex. Great. Just great.

In my opinion, the writers should have just stuck with the original premise in the comics. It’s very Filipino. And if they want to make the plot more "modernized," they could toy with the comics premise to make it more interesting for the present generation (meaning the 18 years old and below bracket). They didn’t have to copy, or to make it more subtle, be inspired by the Smallville story.

And coupled with a cheesy soundtrack (which sends shivers down my spine), Captain Barbell makes me believe that creativity is in the brink of death.

CPR, please.

——–

Post Script: Congratulations, by the way, to Ipe and Kris. This greeting was supposed to be included in the previous post, but due to unforseen matters (I didn’t see my boss pass by, hehe), I immediately pressed the save button and therefore forgetting to write this bit. Stay happy and stay pretty. Uh yeah, that goes to both of you, hehe!

… and apparently neither do the other single girls during the wedding.

Personally, it’s not been a habit of mine to line up during that "tradition" and catch the bride’s bouquet. I think it’s too corny. I literally refuse to get up from my seat and join the festivity.

It’s funny because when you watch films with wedding scenes, all the girls go gaga, even push people around just to get the bouquet. They never want to be the bridesmaid forever. But in reality, the bouquet’s something like a disease virginal beauties don’t want to catch.

Well, at least I have a valid excuse. I’m already taken. And besides, if we were to participate in the tradition (he with the garter thing, of course), what are the chances that we’d both catch them? So there. I think that’s valid enough… right?

Everyone’s got to move on. In this particular entry, I mean professionally.

So after how many months, I’m pretty happy that my SO has found where he was meant to go. Yep, he’s leaving our esteemed company. He’s moving to a post production company by early next month.

And now everyone thinks I’m depressed.

What…?!

After taking our lunch, my boss called me into his office. He told me how happy he was for my SO because he knows he’s going to be fine in his next employment. Apparently, he and my art director are worried about me, since I’m gonna be left here. "I know you’re attached to him emotionally, and you guys support each other," blah, blah. So he thinks that if Gio’s not around, I might be too lonely and sad to work.

Even my other officemates come up to me and say, "Mama, aalis na si Gio, awww. Lungkot ka?"

I just answer that question with a laugh. Hello! It’s not like he’s going far, far away and we’d not see each other anymore. It’s not like he’s breaking up with me. Okay, so maybe I’m a bit sad ‘coz he’s not gonna sit with me during lunch anymore and stuff like that. But honestly, I’m very happy for him because finally he’s going to a company where I know he can learn more, more than he can actually learn here. He’ll have training in video editing, something our office cannot offer him. He told me ever since we got together that he wants to venture into editing and eventually directing, perhaps a short film, and his next employment will offer him that, after six months of training.

So see, I’m not that sad. No one has to worry about how will this affect me emotionally, because I have been expecting this for a long time now, and I know he’ll be in good hands. It might mean seeing less of each other, but we promised we’ll always be in touch. And hello? He’ll be here until early June, so that’s cool. But believe me, when he leaves Maverick, I’ll be fine.

Goodness, everyone just blows some things out of proportion, don’t they?

There is a story behind the office’s bundy clock. A couple of years ago, during a payday, everyone in our esteemed company opted to eat lunch outside. Back then, we wrote our time-in and time-out on a big notebook. Unfortunately that particular day, everyone opted to eat at a place where the order took time to arrive at the table. Add to it some chika-chika, and voila! You have a recipe for tardiness. The lunch break extended until 2PM, leaving our boss alone in the office with all the phones, landline and cellular, ringing for what seemed to him was eternity.

After some stern words from our boss, the bundy clock was born.

And today, we did it again…

We logged out for lunch at past 12. We came in at 2PM. In between, we left 2 bosses, no make that 3 (along with our Acctg/HR boss), our media manager and some cellphones ringing (because our boss was contacting our phones which we conveniently left in the office).

What can we say?

Well, maybe the saying "history repeats itself" is true.

Does that mean they’re getting a new and bigger bundy clock?

…or early morning. Well,it’s all the same to me…

I guess you’ve made the rounds before visiting me in Freud’s realm. Hope I didn’t give you a hard time. I was too busy thinking about the Da Vinci Code yesterday that I dreamt I was in the MTRCB office. I think that’s where you came in, wearing your white shirt and blue jeans, and that big smile that told me you were doing great "there."

I’ve never seen you so much happier. Your skin was glowing, as I remember.

I remember holding your arm, pulling you to the chair in front of me, and asking you excitedly, "Oi, kamusta ka na?" Then you smile and answer, "Okay lang." I have forgotten what we’ve talked about, if we talked about anything, and how we said goodbye and how you left.

But no matter. Even if you visited me 60++ days after you left, it was something. I woke up feeling light. A nice way to start the day.

Thanks for the visit. I thought you’d never come. Everyone had told me about your visits, which involved a trip to Japan, you lucky guy. Thought you’d forget me. But you didn’t. Thanks.

Okay, you can go tumble there in the clouds now. Or pilot your gundam. Or visit us again. Wala lang takutan.

Hey, the color’s back… cool…

——–

Our boss has another "trip" again. Weeks ago, we were given a small sheet of paper with all our names on it with a teeny weeny box beside each name. He told us that at the end of the month, we’re to check three names whom we think did a good job for that month. Call it an evaluation, if you will. Whoever wins the most votes will get two kiyaw.

Honestly, I have no problems with it. I’m just gonna check the names of the people who, in my opinion, stood out in terms of job description. You know what I mean. Kumbaga, who’ the outstanding employee of the month.

You know, I really don’t expect to win this vote thing. As one of my officemates would say, hindi ka naman papasok dito para magpakitang-gilas. Somehow I agree with her point. But it’s pretty rewarding for someone who busts his/her butt to be recognized by other people as a hardworking bastard (don’t get me wrong, it’s a good thing), right? And besides, 2K bucks would be a lot for someone who’d really need it to pay for his/her bills and what-nots.

You know what, at the back of my mind I wish I’d win this voting thing (bg song: Against All Odds) ‘coz an additional two kiyaw would mean I’m just a few steps away to buying this digicam I have wanted for so long. Call this campaigning, but yeah, I need the money.

Oops, did I mean I won’t be treating those who’d vote for me? Oh well, minus votes for me then…

Guess what? I have this fear of the open water.

I blame it on a childhood trauma. I won’t spill much here, but bottomline is since then I never learned how to swim.

That’s why last year’s birthday snorkeling in Cebu was a feat for me. I enjoyed it immensely. I vowed that this would be my first step in conquering my phobia.

So I prepared myself for another snorkeling in Galera. But it wasn’t what I expected it to be.

Instead of getting another step away from my phobia, it lashed back at me while in the water (30 feet, yeah). There were some factors then that triggered (again) my trauma. But thanks to my friends who were there, I made it through, and now I’m still alive.

I still feel shaky when I remember what happened there. But I still want to overcome this phobia. It’s ridiculous. I plan, next time, to go snorkeling again. Someday, where the waters are calm and I have companions who can teach me how to swim. Or a better diving master and boatmen, probably.