||[15 Sep 2012|03:24pm]
Last night, there were many things to celebrate and attend.
For my office friends, we were going out for a videoke night. I don't normally go out with my work friends, because I usually use that time to meet my other friends, but this one was planned for quite some time and I really wanted to go bond more with the people I work with.
For the Collective Group, there was an idea to meet up somewhere - the usual Friday night. I haven't seen them collectively since the breakup, or Adi for that matter. The idea of finally giving this a go after 3 weeks was intriguing. Specially since Adi is taking a short vacation in Singapore soon.
For my good friends from Malate, there was a book launch and a Housshea gig (and Bugie's proposal to Yot, though I didn't quite know if this was pushing through - congrats, both of you!) somewhere in QC. Very compelling reasons to go.
Oh, and Nico Sagun called. Apparently it was Jerome's birthday last night! I haven't seen the band since...I don't know, since I got promoted to Business Development Officer, I think. Also very interesting.
Thing is, all these events were happening so far apart on a fucking payday Friday, and I didn't have a car because I've sorta kicked the habit of taking one to get to places (plus, regardless where I went, there was a big chance that I could get drunk).
Speaking of drunk, guess who had one too many beers last night? I can pinpoint that exact beer now. We were paying our tab (I stuck with videoke, by the way) and I was counting our money (see? I was still functioning quite well this time), and I just finished my beer when I saw half a beer, didn't want it to go to waste, drank it, and thought "that's gonna get me back" and, well, it pretty much did.
I remember calling Martin to check how the thing went, Jerome too, and (apparently) Bocx too. I don't specifically remember taking a cab, but that's most likely what I did. I don't specifically remember reaching for my keys to open the gate and shut the lights on my way inside. I don't remember taking off my clothes to get into bed.
I do remember dreaming though. I dreamt of doing something for work. It had something to do with PR, like I was trying to get a scoop about something. This isn't a part of my (real) job description, so naturally, I didn't quite know how to go about it and it stressed me out (in my dream), and well, there was someone there to relieve my stress. It was quite vivid and unreal, and I realized I was dreaming, lucidly then.
And I chose to wake up, or at least I woke up and I was ok with that. It didn't feel right.
Fantasies are great but, this is my world, and I'm but a part of it.
||[10 Sep 2012|11:42pm]
Some years ago, I had the biggest scares of my life.
They said I had my quarter-life crisis,
To which I said, "Good, I'll live to be 96."
Until, of course, the looming possibility and responsibility
of being someone's daddy sent me running afar,
irresponsibly battling an innocent tree with my car.
Too drunk to notice, I broke some bones in the process,
emptier than when I had set out to the bar.
Out on the horizon, Monday was looming.
So I continued to work, damaged but eager,
and did well for a while for a guy with one arm.
When I got the other back, I was never quite on track.
And when I failed, you knew it; and boy, did I blow it.
I left my job with no replacement, no savings, and people to pay.
Worse, I cheated on the love of my life (at the time) with some lame dame.
You must think me stupid, that I was caught in the act,
but I confessed this of my own accord, before my conscience could attack.
She left, of course. And she was right to.
Months later, she marries a good man, leaves no trace.
To this day, I can only pray that she have better days.
I was alone, unemployed, and a goddamn car crash statistic.
Meanwhile, the world carried on. There were bills to pay,
a future to worry about, and no love to call my own.
I was starting over. When things turned sour, this is the only path I had known.
This was the low point in my life - maybe the lowest.
And yet, this spark, this misplaced confidence told me,
"Yesterday has past, and tomorrow comes soon."
||[19 Jul 2012|05:22pm]
One of the weirdest things in this world (to me) is McDonald's pricing scheme here in the Philippines. As such, I've devised "hacks" that show all the iffy things about their price scheme and - most importantly - how to beat it.
Today, we begin with something I like to call: "2 Cheese, not Double Cheese, please!"
Ladies and gentlemen, this is a cheeseburger:
Its value meal costs Php 75.00. (A la carte price of Php 39.00)
This is a doublecheeseburger:
Its value meal costs Php 119.00
Now, by ordering a cheeseburger meal with an extra a la carte cheeseburger, not only are you saving yourself Php 5.00, you are also giving yourself 2 more buns than you would get from a double cheeseburger meal.
Cheeseburger meal - Php 75.00
+ Cheeseburger - Php 39.00
Equals - Php114.00
Double cheeseburger meal - P119.00
I think it's clear who wins this match.
So the next time you order a double cheeseburger meal, ask yourself: am I willing to forgo 2 buns and savings of P 5.00 to get this thing?
You've been hacked!
|Videogames are People Too
||[11 Oct 2011|02:33pm]
"You know what's really exciting about video games is you don't just interact with the game physically -- you're not just moving your hand on a joystick, but you're asked to interact with the game psychologically and emotionally as well. You're not just watching the characters on screen; you're becoming those characters." - X-Play
This is why I love videogames...and X-Play...and Morgan Webb.
|He Who is Might Conquers Himself
||[15 Aug 2011|12:21am]
Okay, so I'm having that restless feeling which I haven't felt in a long time again, so, hello LJ!
I said, I'd be posting about more important stuff here, so, yeah, let's do this.
So, the past week has shown how bound we still are to religion and how that gets in the way of human rights. Yes, I'm talking about that CCP-CBCP thing where Mideo Cruz's work became all controversial and all, and the CBCP urge CCP to take it down and some buncha political people got some punches in as well, to prove a point that they won't take that shit.
Well God damn you all. I usually say, goddamit, but God (space) damn you all. I will take the Lord's name in vain if only to prove a point. Those people cry foul when you wouldn't want to have an intelligent discussion. I don't care if you think it's a discussion with the devil. We are humans, we are not the devil. Religion may teach that we may be influenced by the devil, but should we not as Christians, follow Christ's example? Did Christ not engage the devil in conversation and resisted the temptation? He did not run away, he faced his demon. And we should emulate that. We shouldn't cower in fear or cry foul and beg God to take away the demon, no, we must face our own. We are strong, we must be strong. Christianity teaches weakness, that we must be saved, but did Christ not always say, "your faith has saved you." It wasn't a matter of Christ, or God, but faith. We are strong motherfucking beings, us humans. We shouldn't short-change ourselves because that would be missing the point.
I am not for the work, I do not like the work nor do I hate because I never saw it. I hate that it was put down before an intelligent discussion about it could be had. I hate that the works of others suffered because of this as well. I hate that this was used as a battleground for freedom and art, and that allies quickly fell, and bullies flexed their muscles. The power game of politics in this country is so strong, it hardly feels like a democracy fighting for liberty at all. London riots may have caused a lot of damage and killed some people, but these people were fighting. I do not suggest we go as extreme, but when push comes to shove, let us be strong. Let's not wait for an outside force to correct things. God gave us talents and skills to deal with things and we should be the ones fixing them.
I have decided that I am going to goddamn vote next elections, and I will be even more fucking vocal and informed than I am now, because I choose to - because I care. Not because it's the responsible thing to do or because it's about time or because I want a voter's ID. No. There are issues I care about and I want to fucking go out there and do shit about it.
|Let's Be Smart About This Blog
||[10 Dec 2010|06:42pm]
So, as most of you may have noticed, this blog has been very personal, trying to tell stories of my life while getting into very little detail when it comes to the nitty gritty.
There have been a few attempts to promote stuff and criticize things, most of them insignificant, in fact, scratch that - none of them really mattered.
But that's ok, this is supposed to be a journal, you know, "Dear Diary" and all that crap. Except all y'all get to read my life. My life is an open online-book (lame, Dags), except the parts I set to private for my eyes only.
So...let's get a few things outta the way.
First, since this blog usually stinks of my love life, let's get that outta the way. I am still single, I'm not dating anyone, nor do I plan to...it's kinda hard coming from what I last went through, but that is totally my fault.
Sometimes the thought of her being the one that got away enters my mind (she's definitely of the "The One That Got Away" caliber), but, being the stubborn boy that I am, I try not to just mope around about it. It was a huge loss, could've been something something great. Life-changing, in fact. But, ya' know, I screwed up. I hope, no, I think, nay, I TRUST she's happy now.
In the meantime, I'll be doing my thing of doing a whole buncha other things, but this time, I hope to make something outta myself from them.
Now that that's outta the way, I've recently seen glimpses of just how much crap there is out there. Take for example, a lit major who thinks that literary criticism, in a nutshell, is rejecting "your" reality and subbing it with "our" own and whining in behalf of people who don't understand our whining through our writing. Uh...NO. Criticism studies literature, stems from literature then dictates literature via it's criteria, which is originally formed from the literature anyway. Of course, that's just one point that could be refuted. The point is: literary criticism is not just whining and if you could capture it in a nutshell, that's not how you go about it.
Why do I mention this particular example? Well, first, it's crap. Second, seeing that crap made me remember that I wanted to start my own serious blog (outside of LJ) to talk about particular themes and not be filled with love life stories that are fully of generalizations because I rarely get into specifics.
I haven't found the time though, in between trying to catch up on my very lagged PS2 gaming, DVD watching, NBA Games scheduling, band rehearsing, guitar-practicing, song-writing, melody finding, vocal-range-experimenting, Facebook-updating, car-maintaining, events-sideline-project-ing, articles-yet-to-be-written-incubating, etc.-ing. So, maybe this is a good place to start practicing blogging smart. Make the errors here, and save myself some trouble later.
Hence this post.
So, I guess I'll be visiting more often, LJ, not to tell you about my latest love life adventure nor to rant about how life gets me too busy or too bored, none of that crap.
The next time you see me, I'll have something to say about the world. Hopefully you'll find that interesting.
Because sometimes Facebook status updates and Tweets (especially Tweets) just don't suffice to say how you truly feel.
"I did not mean (He did not mean)
To blow your mind (To blow your mind)
But that shit happens to me all the ti~ime" - Master Exploder
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