tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62875292011-05-27T01:50:47.414+08:00fleeting thoughts. <br> inane ideas.<br> unapologetic views.<br> <br> and not necessarily in that particular orderGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15991504532730278045noreply@blogger.comBlogger801100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287529.post-1137337362887118742006-01-15T23:00:00.000+08:002006-11-13T16:00:56.936+08:00

This blog has been closed.For more inanities by yours truly, please proceed to Muni Muni Corner.Engkyu.Baw.

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I didn't fully realize, until a few weeks ago, that this blog's about 2 years old already.I started this when I was still in college, working on my thesis. I will have to say that even after 48 months, being outside of school feels no different.However, that is not to say that that changes haven't taken place since i started blogging. In fact, a lot has happened in the past 104 weeks.And although

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To those familiar with my convictions regarding the digital lifestyle, i.e. relying on digital gadgets and whatnots over being analog, my recent purchase would be cause for a lynch mob to take me to the streets, beat me up and hang my carcass up high for the carion to consume.This is because I've ditched my paper-based organizer for a Palm TX.'Nuff said. Now, must hide.

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Being nearly legally blind has its advantages.For one thing, the streets of Metro Manila don't look as crappy as it is when you don't wear your glasses.This is what I learned when I took a ride in the car at 5:30 in the morning.The Christmas lights from the night before where left on, and my myopic eyesight simply refused to focus making them look like bursts of lights everywhere.Now I don't know

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'Tis the holiday season.And while this is the season of giving. Methinks a little wishing is also allowed.And so, without further ado...This, my friends, is a french press.No, it's not the French media. (and yes, i can hear you snort. I can even HEAR you roll your eyes, Anne.) Anyway, as I was saying...The french press is a simple contraption used (not just by the French) to make coffee or tea.

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Let me count the ways...1. An empty can of Coke (the size meant to be served with airline food)- So far, in my nearly 25 years of existence, I have only been on one round-trip flight. I know there should at least be 2 cans in there (one for each flight) but it took up too much space and was getting redundant.2. A jar of old Philippine Peso coins (remnants of the 80's and 90's)- kept out of

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It takes me 8-12 minutes to walk from my house to the palengke (8 minutes in cross-trainers; 12 minutes in 2-inch pumps) and vice versa. I've been doing this ever since I started commuting to work, which was about 10 months ago.And in those daily 8-12 minute periods, I've seen a good number of mundane (yet somwhat interesting, therefore, blog-worthy) things. My top 3 favorites are:# 3 - a manhole

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Within a 60-day period, I have commercially consumed (i.e. actually paid cineplex theater rates) for 2 movies having to do with the undead.Willingly.Now that may not seem much. But if you consider how many "art films" I've seen within the same period and compare this to the 2 "commercial craps" I've actually paid for to see, you'd at least raise an eyebrow.For the record, here's the tally:

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2:35 pm logged in2:36 pm logged out2:47 pm logged in2:49 pm logged out2:54 pm logged incrap, i don't have anything to say... i know i do, but it just won't come out. so this is what verbal constipation feels like.frankly, i prefer verbal diarrhea.but only if i had a choice.3:02 pm publish blog3:03 pm log off

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Last night, went to walk walk my brother around the subdivision. (yes, just like you would walk a pet. without the leash of course. although he would protest and say he was walking ME. but we all know better...)It was a new moon and there was a great big cookie right up there in the sky. just like those marie cookies that i used to be sent off to school with. they're round, yellow and tastes like

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Pitik Bulag invades Intel.i guess i'm posting this primarily because of Junn. (If you can't tell which one of these is Junn, I feel great pity for that poor soul.)

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Finally got around to watching Before Sunrise on DVD. After seeing it, I'm going to wait 6 months to this day then will watch Before Sunset.An inner dialogue follows...Logical Charis: Why wait when it's already available now?Illogical, romantic, nonsensical Charis: Why not?

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if you've time, click to see some past and current attempts to re-acquaint with an old friend.

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Past weeks have really been nothing new. Well, maybe save for one seemingly minor event, that when I think about it more, doesn't seem to be as minor as I had initially thought.The action: Finally got to talk to someone I had meant to talk to for so long: basically telling him news that's about as ancient as this attention-deficient generation can conceive (i.e. 6 weeks). In a nutshell, the

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I hardly ever attend concerts. But when I do, I ride on the high for about 72 hours. give or take a minute or so...Which is why as of now, I'm gobbling every piece of classical and rock music I can get my grimy paws on.How can you not get this way when you've just listened to an arrangement of Fade to Black rendered with 15 cellos while the lead and solo was performed by cellist Renato Lucas of

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Today was a different day.I made a breakfast of green pancakes. It doesn't sound quite appetizing until I tell you that the pancakes were of that color because of the pandan added to it and that it was topped with apples baked and smothered in cinnamon. The combination of which, married with honey, is nothing short of both sinful and divine.Immediately after breakfast, a delivery truck pulled up

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Started like any other morning.Then I got off the bed. First off, I missed waking up early. I wanted to get up at 6 am but apparently, my evil sleepy twin switched the alarm off when I wasn't looking. Did my devotions for the day. And while I did learn yet something new about Him and me. I discovered how I've been slacking off with my duties - all the while pretending I wasn't. Who am I kidding,

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Current junk food of choice: Baked peanuts mixed with raisins(sheez, even my junk food's getting healthy.)Current in-the-back-of-my-mind occupant: Getting around to writing down the concept to a story. (Guess I'm waiting for that critical mass when you can't contain it inside anymore and it just naturally comes out of you. Of course, there is the possibility of NEVER reaching critical mass and

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As a commuter on public transpo, I tend to curse the rain. But then, you get to see images like these, and somehow, the squishy sneakers seem almost worth it.

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Amidst all this hullaballoo over resignation and shit, let me just post my flag on the mast.This country can ILL AFFORD another "revolution". What has passed for revolutions and change in this country is merely an elaborate and over dramatized game of Trip to Jerusalem. It's either the dummy on the Right or the Idiot on the Left.What's up for grabs in this current political farce is a juicy five

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Just this past weekend, I discovered we had a box set of the HBO mini-series Band of Brothers.Maybe out of nothing else to watch, I took it to my room and had myself a WW2 epic marathon - watching six episodes straight, one after the other. (Kind of like watching Fellowship of the Ring and Two Towers consecutively, which i have already done, by the way...)I probably have seen more war movies than

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Your life's a living letterThat's a sacred certainty.A poem of perfect praiseThat's what I hope you will be.It's all you were and all you are,And all you'll ever be.Your life's a letterwritten there by Me.

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There are times when even if you FULLY KNOW the facts, you ignore logic and common sense and choose instead to believe a lie.Of course this only leads to more lies.Next thing you know, you're tangled up in a net of fibs, half-truths and outright lies.But your pride refuses to see these entanglements and puts on rose-colored glasses; making you see instead a world of misplaced trust and unfounded

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Woke up this morning to the sound of a pop from a water bottle.(Quite a feat for someone who literally slept through an earthquake.)========For the first time in a long while, I went to see a movie alone. The flick was Sin City. All I can say is:1. It's a geek film.2. It's a sick geek film.3. I liked it.Oh and...4. Robert Rodriguez ROCKS.=========Been suffering from a mild case of a bad tummy. I

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Title is a quotation from another friend's blog in reference to this photo (courtesy of said friend)....What some would do for a piece of that 15-minute fame...

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RECENTLY SAW:Kingdom of Heaven - another Ridley Scott movie. Ergo lots of graphic violence and none of the gore spared in the 12th century tale of one lost soul in serach of redemption. Orlando Bloom looked lost in most of the scenes. As if he was thinking to himself, "This would be way cooler if I, like, had a bow and arrow instead of this heavy sword... And if my hair was long and blonde

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Didn't think the question would pop out in the same tone as one would when one invites someone to eat greasy burgers with him.Didn't expect to be asked the question at a time when one of the shallowest moments in my life had just happened.Couldn't have imagined it would be asked of me by someone I thought I hardly knew, but actually do.I always thought proposals of this kind involve some magical

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I don't know how it's possible.......but I think I can smell my own nose.Then again, this may just be another figment of my imagination......at 4:36 in the A.M.

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Kind of ironic.You work hard to get something you THINK you want. And when you get it, it seems you don't want it anymore.Is that how I'm feeling now?To be truthful, I think I'm in the neighborhood.

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went to Quezon one weekend.Caught on ISO 100 film. Not too bad, if I do say so myself.

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Our first major project. And I'll be heading it.Feet are getting numb by the minute.At this rate, it'll reach my brain by Wed.Not a good sign.

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For all the benefits of digital technology, I think I'm still an analog kind of person.Not that I would boycott hi-tech stuff. I have no intentions of locking myself away in some remote mountain away from "civilization" (or what passes for it nowadays). But neither would I jump at the opportunity to trade in my paper-based planner for a PDA.It just doesn't feel the same way...To be able to write

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Nothing of the premonition kind.Just that the suspense is killing me and I am going NUTS over it.I know it shouldn't be a big thing. It's just business.But when you've put in as much effort into this deal as much as we have (and that our financial stability relies heavily on it), one can't help but feel...... so much emotion over something that shouldn't evoke as much.But then you remember Psalm

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again, my kids.just can't get enough of them...

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been doing a lot of this lately....and to quote the egregious Homer Simpson... "DOH!"

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yesterday, I accidentally surfed into MTV Classic and for some reason or another opted to stay and watch the video for the Village People's Macho Man.and the experience was rather... ...disconcerting...imagine subjecting yourself to watching a bunch of (and I may get some backlash here...) gay men in silly costumes talking about their muscles and touching their body... and the fact that these

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... will actually start tomorrow. but i'd be too busy to write...FINALLY, after running around for 2 months like headless chickens, my partners and I have finally gotten around to actually moving into our new office.Nothing fancy. A humble little house in the Kamias area. Walls and ceilings painted white to be decked with all sorts of movie paraphernalia galore (as the current thinking goes...).

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Woke up (relatively) early this morning (i.e. 6:25am) and for the first time, in a long while, felt things that are going to undergo drastic changes hereon.An exciting and scary thought. (although it's been said that the line between excitement and fear is very murky, at best.)I have to admit (very reluctantly) that i'm a creature of habit. I like a little order in the way i run everyday, but

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Feels like everything and everyone's moving except me.Everyone seems to be rushing off somewhere. Feels like as if i'm the only one with time on my hands.No one seems to notices what i notice, because they're too busy... ...or maybe i'm just too idle....I do have work, but i'm usually done before everyone else. So i stare off, and talk to myself since everyone's too busy to talk.I wonder if this

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one of the pictures i took of my kids i teach in sunday school (with certain enhancements of course thanks to mr. adobe)... muey (my bro) thinks it looks like straight from a japanese horror flick... methinks i'll take that as a compliment... :)

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Was chatting with a friend one time and like many people, use those animated smileys to emote what would otherwise be simply text on a screen. conversation went like everything else till he used a smiley with a beating heart next to it. HOUSTON....What the heck's going on... Of course, it was a mistake. Wrong flick of the wrist caused him to express an emotion he had no intentions of

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... bring an umbrella. But if you're like me who uses public transport than drive around in a car, you can probably relate to the irony of THAT ONE DAY when you decide to leave your umbrella and then the rains pour. But i digress... It's funny how sometimes, for the longest time you're just twiddling your thumbs, staring into space doing absolutely nothing, almost to the point of mental and

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After a new year begins, most people tell you about what they've learned about themselves during the past year. In anti-iconoclastic fashion, I've decided to hop in the bandwagon: Late last year, someone told me that I was scoliotic, i.e., my right lumbar area is deeper than my left. Simply put, I have a crooked spine. And while that isn't exactly earth-shaking news of tidal wave proportions,

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Just a few more days and it'll be Christmas. And somehow, the family has conveniently forgetten to put up the decorations and (horror of all horrors...) the plastic Christmas tree. Frankly, I don't even know why I'm writing about it. I'm the last person who should be given that I've always thought that the idea was (and still is...) a dumb one. Why insist on having an artificial version of a

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So the title isn't original... then again, what's original in this day and age, anyway? In exactly, 65 hours and 49 minutes, one of my best friends is going to get married. Seems like a marker on my path somehow.... that at this point in my lifetime, these kinds of things happen. Even now I still don't know what to say... I thought I'd just let it out into the void. Here void....

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1. Michael Jackson's Thriller playing at the height of the Christmas season. How Burton-esque... 2. Crossing my eyes at people at random. I wonder if they notice. 3. Lunch break over. Considerably less people walking around at the mall on a weekday. Yes, Virginia, there's a bundy and you forgot to clock in.... 4. Japanese women and their Louis Vuitton handbags... a picture of materialism

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ever get that feeling when everything just manages to piss you off? For no particular reason you feel like as if all that's around you is not working the way it's supposed to which results to throwing your whole world off balance and you can't quite get a grip on things. nothing seems to hold your attention... the slightest flaws irritate... a million thoughts run through your head but you

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So where was I? Right, the videos... So what did the client want? Let's just put it this way: I had to get in touch with my inner jologs just to get a halfway approval. And the process hurts. Not to mention the fact I lost some respect for myself in the process... Actually, I think I'll just leave it at that. It's far too painful to recall. Send to oblivion.

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So what else is new right? You forego sleep and rest for 5 nights because of work. What gets my goat is the fact that I need to ignore this thing I have called A BRAIN just to get my work accepted. I'm editing 6 videos for a computer school which will be holding its national convention soon. Prior to that, I've edited AND COMPLETED 6 already. The reason I'm doing 6 more is the fact that

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Movie: Lately been looking for Woody Allen movies. For some reason or another, I seem to be able to relate to his neuroses more now. Which is what worries me.... Book: Kabuki Dancer by Sawako Ariyoshi Fiction based on history on the origins of the Kabuki theater said to have been established by a woman named Okuni in the late 17th century Japan. Read it before but now only beginning to

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fresh from checking out Wawel's photo blog. makes me want to take out my SLR and start shooting. and i might just do that. abangan....

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Going to share thoughts about punctuality and Pinoys (a combination that leaves much to be desired). To those with a weak sense of humor, pass on, this ain't for you.... A senior production manager (PM) shared with me her policy on keeping time during the first days we worked together: "If you're early, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late. If you're late, it's unaccepatble." A bit

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1/2 CUP KARO LIGHT SYRUP 1 TABLESPOON WATER RED AND YELLOW FOOD COLORING 1 TABLESPOON INSTANT COFFEE PREPARATIONS: 1. Combine Karo and water in a cup. 2. Mix in yellow and red food coloring till desired color is achieved. 3. Darken with instant coffee. 4. Fake serious bodily injury. 5. Apply product. 6. Freak out innocent bystanders.

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When you say you feel numb, how can you possibly tell when you can't feel already? I was going to say it's a scary feeling but then again, given said reason, how's that possible? And yet for some reason it seems it is... It's coming to a point when I can't feel things anymore. Not regret, not guilt, not hurt... I could go on.... The very thing I swore to be, I'm becoming - someone who just

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There's this latent but potentially explosive conflict going on between me and my parental units. But it couldn't be easier to explain: THEIR POSITION: I seek emigration and live my life abroad. The sooner, the better. MY POSITION: No freaking way. At every opportunity they get, they drive my nose in how it's SO MUCH BETTER to work and live abroad; that life here is so crappy; and that the

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I used to avoid meeting new people. There was a time when I thought all the people I'd ever need to know I already knew; and that new acquaintances just brought in confusion and uncertainty to what was already predictable, safe and secure. I don't know how I ever managed to keep sane. Yes, naivete had a lot to do with it, and that my introverted nature holding office didn't help at all. It

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So this is pretty much it. There's really no turning back from now on. (Well, actually there is, but that's tantamount to failure and a lot of LOSS, LOSS, LOSS.) Made my first visit to BIR to file stuff; if only to know how the whole shebang worked. Didn't take 15 minutes, I was near hysteria from all the forms that needed to be filled out and filed. It just amazes me how one can keep track of

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Now, most people do actually have one. And most people I've asked this question to, in moments of awkward silence or plain boredom, answer with either (1) a life partner (2) kids (3) a place to make a home with or (4) all of the above. While that appeals to most people and that I have a healthy dose of respect for people who do have those domesticated goals. I, for the life of me, cannot see

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Staring blankly into the screen. I wonder what's become of me so far. Finally landed my first real paying gig and somehow feel both exhilarated and drained from the experience. Pretty sure there was a better way of doing things. Which only goes to show that there's a lot of things i DO KNOW and a LOT MORE that I DON'T. working on getting Pitik-Bulag Productions going. So far, so good. No real

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Oftentimes, it's a symbol to call your attention to some particular note. Sometimes, it's used as a bullet to enumerate a particular list. In MS Excel, it's the multiplication sign. But now, * to me is one dead little fly. Let me explain.... I recall one weekday morning at Jollibee Crossings, 7:30 in the morning as I nurse a cup of brew while I read the morning paper. Out of the blue, I

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I love kids. Before, I couldn't stand them. There was a time when I saw them as disasters in little packages. By disasters I mean the kind that end up with either chinaware shattering in a million pieces or those in little swaddling clothes and feeding bottles. Either scenario, it was LOSS, LOSS, LOSS for me. Interestingly, things have changed. Quite frankly, I would rather spend more time with

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23 years of existence probably doesn't carry enough weight of authority to lend credence to the following things that I have to say. (Perhaps my bodily weight could make up for that. Then again, why am I taking stabs at my heftiness when there are plenty of people raring to do that without my help and/or request? But that's another topic altogether.) The past two entries have been more morose

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It comes in every person's life I guess. Nevertheless, one always hopes that the bright summer days in one's life remain unclouded by tragedy, bad news and loss. I am not as privileged this year. We're counting days as we wait for her to leave for Home. She has said it herself and now she's using the time she has left to leave her "pabilin." That word takes on a whole new meaning in light

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I suppose it's only consistent with my pessimistic character. While I still DO believe in miracles and the possibilities of such, I have come to a point where I don't think I can ask for one anymore. It is one thing to believe in miracles (or rather NOT DENYING its existence) and another to NOT ASK for it. The emotional cost is high. Much too high in fact. I just don't see how the plans and

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I'm losing my tita to cancer. And while that's not earth-shattering news to some, it sure is to me. Until now I've taken the disease for granted. It always seemed distant to me since i've never personally known anyone who had been afflicted. And then when it did happen; when the doctor diagnosed her to have cancer; it came from nowhere and hit us like a speeding truck on an open highway.

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My tummy's disagreeing with me lately. It all started with a megadose of caffeine in the form of an espresso-based iced coffee concoction. How megadosed? In addition to the caffeine from the espresso, the drink was full of real roasted coffee beans, BOTH whole and crushed. So wired, i actually can pick up AM radio. I suppose that's because my digestive system suddenly went into high gear. Ergo

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Someone sent me a link to this bikini summit website - the male models' site. What can I say? They're all prettier than me! Damn it! Either that or they're so greasy, they need a shower or something. Puh-leez.... gimme a regular guy, ANYTIME!

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There probably isn't anything more frustrating as having something just within reach but never getting it. Am I aiming for something profound? Not really. Just wanted to talk (rant, angst, and whatnot) about not being able to blog lately. Paano kasi, rini-format ang harddrive ko, wiping out everything. Including, but not exclusive to, important hardware drivers - hardware that includes my

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The Obligatory IntroductionSo I've finally hauled myself in front of the computer to type out this essay and I don't have a single idea to write about. This is the story of my life: a thousand unwritten, unrealized ideas. I'm beginning to discover that perhaps it is not that I'm not able to write my ideas down, it's just that I seem to have a very poor sense of timing. As far as wits go, I can

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I never thought I'd see the day.I just mailed in my first job application. After all that waiting, I'm nearly there. Dang. So here I am, browsing all sorts of jobs that I could possibly get myself into. And the more I look at it, the more I realize one thing: Put me behind a desk and I will wither and die. It's not that I'm picky or that I don't like desk jobs. But I need to be outdoors. I need

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I should be working... But I'm not. Go figure. Why not? I dunno. Tired? Maybe. Mental block? Perhaps. Tamad? Definitely. I can't get over the slump. I should have finished the transcription of 8 two-hour tapes. But I've only gone as far as 4. I keep staring at those remaining 4 tapes but I just can't bring myself to touch, much less transcribe them. I KNOW I should start working on it 'cause

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A few days ago, I was taking the jeep to school like I've always had. I saw this woman just about to get her change from the far she just paid. Midway through giving the change, the driver realized he overchanged her. So he took back 5 pesos thinking he was giving the girl 6 pesos in change when he just had to give her 1. What he didn't know and what I saw was that he mistook a 10 peso coin for 1

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It just occurred to me how much time and effort women spend preening, priming and pretty-fying themselves almost the point of systematic torture. Why do I say this? Two words: Hair Wax It amazes me what some women would go through just so that people can call them normal. Let's start with the head... ...scalding hot irons, a cornucopia of chemically-laden hair products... and why is it that

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I don't like chocolates fresh out of the fridge. I like them real soft, almost like mush. The kind that you have to lick off your fingers in sweet savor... I don't like nuts in my chocolates either. I just like them plain. Perhaps some caramel is allowed but that's it. Dark semi-sweet chocolate's the only chocolate. None of that sweet, milk chocolate-type crap. (Three Musketeers is the ONLY

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My mom shared some photos of her when she was a small kid. You probably know what I'm talking about... those snapshots that have faded into that warm tone of sepia. Call me a hopeless sentimentalist but i love looking through old photographs. The onle thing I love more than that is reading the commentaries handwritten on the margins. By looking at those old photos, I've made some discoveries,

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This 8:30 in the morning I went to school to find a notice announcing that a class was not to meet. I freaked out, complaining that I had nothing to do till 1 PM. I ranted and ranted and probably scared a few underclassmen in the process. Stormed out of the building in a huff, trying to decide how to spend 4 and a half hours of free time. In mid-stride of my indignant march, I realized the

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Today was a day of goodbyes. My tita in Oregon, who had come home for the holidays after 10 years since she last visited, is going back to the States tomorrow morning. I hugged her so tight and wished she didn't have to go. Exactly a year ago to this day, an uncle of mine passed away unexpectedly. He died in his sleep. His children said goodnight to him the night before and woke up to find they

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ever noticed how some ads for a mananahi (i.e. a person who operates a sewing machine) reads as: WANTED: SEWER preferably with experience

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Just getting started on this blog thingie. Thought I'd give it a try. Don't know how often I'll get to post seeing i'm just about to REALLY get started on my documentary thesis. In fact, maybe I will post some stuff on how the project's shaping up. and whether the chances of me finally finishing college are either likely or not... cross your fingers, folks... ... and your toes, and your eyes

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