Not Having Someone Special

I'm back working on graveyard shifts again.

This time, however, I work near where I live compared where I was before. The ambiance of where I work at is a welcome change too. I feel that I am working in Disneyland whenever I go to the office. Heck, I'm talking to Americans anyway, so why can't my company make me believe I work exactly there, right?

Anyway, what I like most with my company right now is that you own your cubicle. It's yours for a long period of time unlike my previous place of work where I feel like all the agents are playing "trip to jerusalem" just to get a seat. You can decorate your space with pictures of your friends, family, and of course, your special someone.

Now that's where my problem lies right now, I do not have someone special right now. To tell you honestly, I feel envious of the other agents who has pictures of their wives, husbands, girlfriends or boyfriends in their spaces. All of the pictures are sweet. It's really a wonder why the office isn't infested with ants yet.

Should I put the picture of my ex-girlfriend on my cubicle? That would be nice. I would remember and reminisce the good times that we shared. The times that I could really tell that it was the best times of my life. Truthfully speaking at this point, with her I experienced the best times of my life.

However, a picture of her in my space would also remind me of the pain I went through. Broken promises, selfish wishes and painful experiences. A picture of her would remind me the explanation why I am the miserable person I am today. A picture of her would tell a story of a love lost and looks like never to be found again.

Anyway, I envy those guys who has their someone special looking at them from the monitor screen. I think I'll just settle with Catherine Zeta-Jones' picture.

Swapping Tonsils

Ladies and Gentlemen, good day.

I have a prepared statement that I want to read to all of you. I have prepared it together with my attorney. I would like to thank my attorney because he is generous enough to be with me right now despite his hectic schedule as a cheap notary public with a desk and a typewriter somewhere outside DFA.

By now, you might have seen it on the web or received a copy in your email an alleged picture of Heart Evangelista french kissing an unidentified male in a bar at Makati.

With deep regrets I would like to say that I admit, I am the male person on that picture. I admit that it is a lapse on judgement on my part why I did that terrible mistake (of being caught anyway). How am I supposed to know that there was an asshole with a cameraphone trained at us that night? And I know you heard this excuse somewhere before, but heck, everybody's using that excuse, Clinton got away with that flimsy excuse and so was Gloria, so why can't I?

Anyway, I regret having done that (you think?!?!). I know I have caused such great pain to many people. Especially the majority of male Filipinos who has a sickly kind of fetish with Heart. Haha, die in envy, ...errr,eherm, sorry.

I would also like to say sorry to my girlfriend who was very loyal and bedazzled to me. I know she had sleepless nights because of this scandal and the amount of pain due to the betrayal, shock... er, wait I just remember. I dont have a girlfriend.

Also, I'm apologizing to the priests who have raised me for what I am now. Yes, I was an altar boy since birth and the only bad thing I did from recent memory was to say "Shit" infront of the Bishop... during mass. But dear Fathers, you must understand that it was you who taught me that you should receive all blessings with open hands and to resist it is a sin. And I thought swapping tonsils with Heart was a blessing. Haven't you heard the term, "blessing in disguise?"

Lastly, to all my countrymen, I'm sorry. I tickled your insatiable appetite to be voyeurs and eavesdroppers once again. I have put another burden in your shoulders as if you dont have other more pressing and urgent problems to think about, say, hunger and poverty and unemployment? I know you can't resist minding other's own businesses, and here I am handing it to you on a silver platter. Darn, you listen to private phone calls and now taking pictures and videos of things that are-none-of-your-business? They say you can easily spot a Filipino in Italy. How? Look for a couple that is french kissing on a park, or say, a subway. Whoever looks and stares at the couple is surely to be a Filipino.

Again, I am so sorry for all this trouble. Good day (End of statement)

Eating my words (with catsup)

I don't feel like writing anything about what's happening right now. Nothing's new anyway. Truth commission? As what old Bud Shakespeare wrote: "A rose called by any other name would smell just as sweet." In other words, different name, same shit. Nothing new really folks.

Amyway, I'm eating my words right now and it doesn't taste good.

Two months ago, I exclaimed the sweetness of freedom by resigning from my graveyard shift work in a contact center. I preached about freedom from it and looking forward on working on a job that coincides with sunlight.

Guess what, looks like I'll be working again on a graveyard shift. Nyahaha. So much for my yapping.

Yeah, I'm disappointed. Not because I find the job offensive. My 8 months with my former contact center is really a treat for me. I have big respect for people inside the industry and I could really say that the job is really not for the faint of heart.

It's just because I miss smelling the flowers.

Anyway, I think I'll be back to my routine of waking up 6PM and NOT 6AM. Damn time zones.

Anyway, I'm eating my words now. Please pass the catsup.


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I was listening to Yes FM 101.9 (not because I wanted to... the FX driver had me and other passengers hostaged) and I heard a familiar tune.

Hey, isn't that the intro of the OST of "My Sassy Girl?"

Wow. (if you don't know, I am a "My Sassy Girl" fanatic.)

Then the nightmare came. It was in tagalog. The damn song was tagalized!!!Goddamnit. Damn you Jimmy Bondoc! Damn yooouuuu!!!! I'll shove your damn guitar up your ass!
Waaaahhhh!

Announcement : I will be the Next President (Part II)

This is already the part II of some crap I am writing about. To understand more what the hell I am talking about, read this first : Announcement : I will be the Next President (Part I)

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Okay, going back to what we are talking about.

I watched on TV how the July 13 rally at Ayala went. The organizers, hyped up on announcing that particular rally, almost fell short on promising that the rally would be the greatest show on earth.

80,000 people. Not bad. But compared to the 4,000,000 on EDSA II, I guess that particular rally lacked in numbers compared to the latter. Of course, to cover up the disappointment on the dismal number of people, they said that the rally, was just a dress rehearsal for a bigger rally in the future. Okay. So if I got that right, there's more to come.

Now, I am not against rallies because I myself am a veteran of those things. I went to the streets during the anti-Iraq war rallies and I even spoke at rallies. However, what makes me not participate in this one is that the stench of personal politics is so thick that you can gag to death. The present crisis has become an orgy of political personalities whose interest in power are so obvious.

During the July 13th rally I saw Rep. Imee Marcos -Manotoc shaking hands with Rep. Satur Ocampo of Bayan Muna Partylist and Rep. Butz Aquino of Makati... Wait a minute...Isn't Imee the daughter of the dictator who imprisoned Ocampo and killed Ninoy whose brother is Butz? Okay, I am for reconcilliation and forgiveness, no doubt, but was the issue with the three of them and the Philippine nation really settled? I think that particular episode of our country was not yet settled, and by God it was already more than 20 years!

And wait... isn't that Mayor JV Ejercito of San Juan talking to Rep. Teddy Casiño of Bayan Muna Partylist?... Hey, wasn't it just 3 years ago that Rep. Casiño fought his ass off taking President Joseph Estrada out of office, who is eventually JV's father?

Again, I am not against forgiveness and reconcilliation. But forgiveness without justice is foolish. The Marcos and Estrada episodes are not yet done. We Filipinos are still waiting for its justice, and here they are having a picnic in Ayala Ave because they have something new to protest about.

So, if that is the case and let's just say theoretically that President Arroyo would be booted out of office because of this. Do not be surprised if in the future, you see them all together with Mrs Arroyo in Ayala Ave, because they are now united in belief and are now reconciled for the greater good of the nation. Baloney.

This has to stop. That is why I'll be taking over the presidency. I'll deport all of them to Venus.

Guess what, there's Part III.

Announcement :I will be the Next President (Part I)

I feel like I'm having a blog for the first time all over again. I'm so excited to post and I edit the lay-out of this thing every four hours. Geez, talk about a doting parent.

Anyway...

It seems everyone has his or her own opinion about the recent Hello Garci hoopla that life would seem not to go on without ANC, ABS-CBN 2 and GMA 7. From angry and fuming widows to senile and retarded, err.. I mean retired Generals we see that this national circus is now becoming the hottest box-office hit to invade the Philippines. It seems that the country doesn't really need FPJ at all. PGMA can do all the cinematics single-handedly.

We say that we are tired of these things already. We claim "People Power" fatigue has gotten the best of us. That is plain hypocrisy. How can we say that we are all over these things if our country is now in suspended animation due to these things. If we are really over it, should we be getting on with our normal daily lives and ignore these things since, "we are tired of all these?" Let's admit it. We are addicted peeping Toms with harsh withdrawal symptoms. We devour everything on TV, radio and print. Fatigue? We are people power junkies.

Like a highly charged soap opera, we know what everybody on each camp wants. We know what the the president wants, we know Susan Roces-Poe wants, we know what Francis Escudero wants, (the long list starts here...the long list ends here), and heck, we even know what Rez Cortez wants! But the question is... do they know what we want? Of course, what we want will differ from one another but nonetheless, they should know it, one by one, citizen by citizen. If we know what they want, they should know ours. Don't you think?

An opposition personality was asked on TV what's their plan should the president resign, obviously, he answered it with such zest and gusto. The thing is, what gives them the right to decide what's next? There are other personalities and groups involved in these episode too. What gave their group the authority to divide the spoils amongst themselves? And heck, what gave them that right that should be ours also?

I don't know about you guys, but this time I'll get my piece of the pie. Friends, welcome in witnessing my bid to become the next president of the Philippines, or what is to be the remains of it. Sorry, Cong. Escudero, this is what I want. I heard you but now, hear me out.

Of course dear reader, you have your wants too. You can aspire to be the next president of the Philippines also if you wanted to, but of course, write it on your own blog. This is my blog. But you are very welcome if you want to join my cabinet. The screening process is first-come, first-serve basis and please bring your 2x2 together with your complete resume.

However, some of the cabinet posts are already reserved to some people that I want to extend the offer to, more on that next time. You have to visit my blog for Part II. Haha.

(To be continued...)

I am back. I am risen. Hallelujah.

God, it's been a long hiatus for me.

I've been busy with my work and since I took graveyard shifts, I was not able to update my blog. Heck, I even came to the point that I forgot that I have a blog.

I quitted my contact center job (together with its hefty salary, sob.) because of fear that I might grow bat-like wings and fly to work instead of riding the bus. It's been a good run for me on my former job, but there are things I miss much and would like to get back at (like waking up at 6am instead of 6pm).

I miss blogging the most. But more than that, the friends I met while I was blogging. When I was on the process of "quietly" rebuilding my blog. I took quick peeks at other blogs listed on my blog roll. Some of them are still there, thank God, but some of them took a long vacation too. It 's sad that when you click a link it brings you to a page that say "Page cannot be displayed."

But I am back from outer space and hoping that others too will be back. I am looking for a job again, this time preferrably a job that coincides with a sun shining on the sky. I am waiting for a call from a local FM radio station and I'm praying twice to get that gig.

Anyway, nice talking to you. Will talk with you again often.


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PS (July 11): Thank you Ayeza for giving me the code of the whiteband campaign. Not only did I put advocacy on my site, I learned much from it.

Tsk. A child dies every 3 seconds because of poverty. We should learn more. Wear your white band today.