tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325337900142322772024-02-19T23:30:40.394+08:00BuzzStopStop when you feel a bit weary, or a lil frustrated, maybe too busy, or just plain goin' crazy. Mix your tantrums with some swig of a smile... the world is crazier that you thought it is.walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-400960433206248102011-06-09T12:31:00.001+08:002011-06-09T12:32:21.503+08:00Leaving to StayI submitted my work resignation three weeks ago but was given an option to simply take a leave of absence for a month. It didn't occur to me to apply for a work leave since most of the one- or two-day LOA I filed were turned down. So I said, all right. One-month leave it is.<br />
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I'm on my third-official day leave. Without pay. The research job I had was too "easy" that I feel guilty not turning it weeks ahead of when it's expected. So it means, I don't have anything to do while staying at home with my parents while they're "looking after me". My Pospy and Mumsy somehow started to feel bright and sunny (amidst the threatening low pressure area) when I began staying home.<br />
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Books became a constant companion again. <img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=gemeatr-20&l=bil&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0446350109" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" />Ooh, lotsa times now to spend reading. Since I am scrimping, I reread Sheldon<img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=gemeatr-20&l=bil&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0446350109" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" />'s <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Windmills-Gods-Sidney-Sheldon/dp/0446350109?ie=UTF8&tag=gemeatr-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Windmills of the Gods</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=gemeatr-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0446350109" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /></i> and Tolkien's <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hobbit-J-R-Tolkien/dp/0261102664?ie=UTF8&tag=gemeatr-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">The Hobbit</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=gemeatr-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0261102664" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /></i>.<img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=gemeatr-20&l=bil&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0395873460" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /><br />
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Then, things had been turning up one event at a time. Opportunities that I have overlooked for quite a while now and I'm just starting to fully enjoy "working from home" while having the freedom to grab the invites to travel. I have three trips scheduled for the year - CDO, Palawan and GenSan.<br />
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Here's me crossing my fingers and toes for a homebody me! :)walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-90713625330890026662009-04-28T12:54:00.000+08:002009-04-29T12:55:09.861+08:00kung masama ang gising<div class="entry"> <div class="snap_preview"><p>May mga umaga talaga na magigising kang pakiramdam mo, dinaganan ka ng jupiter at hinigop ng black hole. Ito yung cliche na “waking up on the wrong side of the bed”.</p> <p>Para sa akin, ang masamang gising ay isang sumpa… Hehe. May inaalagaan kasi akong kapangyarihan na kahit pilit ko mang ideny ay hindi ko maiwasan. Nakakakita kasi ako ng mga flashbacks este flashforths (future kasi, ehem!). Nope, hindi ako psychic. Psychopathic!</p> <p>Seriously though, kahit gaano pa kasama ang aking gising, ang nasasabi ko na lang, “aba, nagising pa ako!”.</p> <p>Mabuhay ang mga gising!</p> </div></div>walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-5858488185720044892009-04-21T12:53:00.000+08:002009-04-29T12:54:07.473+08:00“Miss, itutulak kita”<p>Naranasan ko noon na ipagtulakan palabas. Actually, nagpaalam pa nga yung tutulak sa akin na itutulak nya ko.</p> <p>Masikip kasi noon sa MRT, lunes ng umaga, rush hour. Sa sobrang sikip, kailangan mo talagang magsuper effort para mahawi mo yung mga tao para mabigyan ka ng daan. Akala ko madali lang, kasi payatotski naman ako. Madaling sumingit. Pero siksikan talaga kaya kahit anong gawin kong sigaw ng “EXCUSE ME!”, wala ring nangyari. Kaya sabi ng nagmagandang loob na babae, “Miss, itutulak kita. Hindi rin gagalaw yung iba pag hindi ka nagpilit!”</p> <p>As in tulak, talaga! Para pa ngang naulinigan ko yung original pusher ng sinabi nitong, “O itulak niyo yung babae baka mapagsarhan!”</p> <p>Kaya, yun, itinulak ako nung babae, at may iba pang nagala-pushers din hanggang makarating ako sa pintuan ng MRT.</p> <p>Buti na lang fully padded ang aking Echolac bag kaya secure pa rin ang aking pinakamamahal na laftaf.</p> <p>At mabuti na lang din, nagpaalam si original pusher sa kanyang gagawin. At least ready ako sa aking kakaharaping mga obstacles. Gayundin, sa pagpapaalam niya na itutulak ako, niready ko na rin ang sarili kong mabalian ng buto, makaamoy ng sarisaring body aroma, at masaktan.</p> <p>Magandang learning experience nga iyon para sa akin. Kasi naalala ko rin nung minsang gusto kong aluin si bespren TeBe mula sa kanyang paghihinagpis sa pakikipagkalas ng kanyang bf. May joke text kasi akong nareceive pero masasaling ang kanyang damdamin. Tipo bang birong totoo. Pero kating-kati ang kamay kong ipabasa sa kanya. Kaya sabi ko, “TeBe, meron akong ipapabasa sa ‘yong joke, kaso masasaktan ka. Gusto mo bang saktan kita?”</p> <p>Ang sabi niya, “Sure! Ikaw pa! Basta after, tatawa ako ha?”</p> <p>Humagalpak naman siya sa tawa pagkabasa ng text. Sabi niya, hindi naman siya nasaktan. Slight lang. Niready naman daw niya ang kanyang sarili. :) </p> <p>As for me, nireready ko lang ang aking sarili. Hinihintay ko kasi ang resulta ng aking effort-full journey to recovery. Isang oras din to. Sa tingin ko nama’y pwede na kong makipag-blood compact in an hour. Hayko!</p>walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-7024859018797052932009-03-19T12:46:00.000+08:002009-04-29T12:48:54.860+08:00Smiles of a Tot<p>I have these two pics taken when I accompanied my nephew, Deen, to his Christmas Party last year. Deen is another tot, a 3-year old brilliance who can already read. In fact, he was the one who read the opening prayer before their party began.</p> <p>As a toting Tita, since his parents where both indisposed at that time (sis was in US and bro-in-law was on an urgent business call) I asked Deen to pose for a souvenir picture.</p><p><a href="http://dyenibib.wordpress.com/2009/03/19/smiles-of-a-tot/"><blockquote>Basahin ang kabuuan</blockquote></a><br /></p>walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-3241898655291371522009-03-18T12:49:00.000+08:002009-04-29T12:50:20.542+08:00Thought ni Tot<p>Sino si Tot? Actually, hindi ito yung tunay niyang pangalan. Maganda lang yung rhyme. Ang name niya, Loreen, 3 years old. Isang tot. Malikot, madaldal, makulit, masayahin, biba. In short, isa siyang tipikal na batang 3-year old.</p> <p>Siya at si Datdat (6-month old) ang nanggising sa kin kaninang umaga, empunto alas-siyete. Umiiyak kasi si datdat kaya tinawag ni Loreen ang mommy niya. Sumigaw siya, sabi, “Mommy, ang ingay ni Datdat! Magigising si Tita Jaja!”</p><p><a href="http://dyenibib.wordpress.com/2009/03/18/thought-ni-tot/"><blockquote>Basahin ang kabuuan</blockquote></a><br /></p>walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-53779900235262359082009-03-13T12:52:00.000+08:002009-04-29T12:52:48.354+08:00The Free Man<div class="snap_preview"><p>He became free the moment he realized he is one. But not after he got lost.</p> <p>There, along the empty highway, long and wide, he drove as freely as he can humming a song he can’t rightly put where he heard, but hummed it as enthusiastically as he can anyway.</p> <p>I am free, he said. Free to go anywhere. Free to go everywhere.</p> <p>On his lap is the map of everywhere-and-anywhere-he-wanted-to-go. The opportunities of places are up his nose that he felt smiling all the way.</p> <p>I am free, he said. Free to meet everybody. Free to go out with anybody.</p> <p>He smoothed his hands on his newly bought mobile phone to store all the numbers of those he will meet and choose among them who he will go out with.</p> <p>I am free, he said. Free to do everything I want. Free to do just anything.</p> <p>He has a lifetime ahead of him. Only his imagination is his limit in thinking of ways to make his life exciting and fun.</p> <p>Until he came on a fork on the road. One road northward, the other eastward and the third southward. Of course, there’s the other road that will lead him back, but for him, although he’s free to choose it, he’s also free not to. So he made up his mind and filtered his options: north, east or south?</p> <p>As if a myriad, a ghost of a man came a-knocking on his car window. He asked, “where are you going?”</p> <p>“I’m going everywhere and anywhere,” said the Free Man.</p> <p>“So many in places in mind, but where do you want to go first?” asked the Ghost Man.</p> <p>“Anywhere where everybody and all the fun is, can you tell me where to find it?”</p> <p>“Ahh, what a travel you will endure. You have to really go everywhere to find the place you’re looking for. But if you’re going somewhere, I can point you to the right direction.”</p> <p>“Somewhere can be anywhere! And I am right to go anywhere because I might find somewhere.”</p> <p>The Ghost Man just shrugged his shoulder and without blinking pointed northeast.</p> <p>“That’s nowhere! Why are you directing me to a road that doesn’t exist?”</p> <p>“Because that’s where you want to go. You don’t want to go everywhere or anywhere. You’re just lost.”</p> <p>“How can a free man like me get lost when I have the whole world waiting for me?”</p> <p>“The world is not waiting for you. Just someone, but not everyone or anyone. I bet you are waiting to be found or else, free as you are, you can just go to any of these three roads and kept on driving. But you stopped. You want to be found.”</p> <p>“No one will come looking for me. I am free now. I am my own man. I can go anywhere and everywhere I want.”</p> <p>“Then choose a road, any road. Those roads have their own anywheres and anybodies,” and the Ghost Man disappeared.</p> <p>The Free Man shifted gear and started going eastward but decided later that he should have gone straight north. He made a U-Turn trying to go back to that fork in the road. It shouldn’t have been far. He wasn’t driving that long. But he couldn’t find the fork.</p> <p>So he kept driving, and driving mindlessly he did. This time, the humming was gone. He got tired and sleepy. Night was slowly creeping.</p> <p>He slammed on the breaks. Furious, mad and frustrated, he got out of his car and saw that he was nowhere near where he wanted to go.</p> <p>So he waited. To be found.</p> </div>walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-70749316151154449752009-03-12T12:50:00.000+08:002009-04-29T12:51:28.590+08:00pluto, pamahiin at friday the 13th<div class="snap_preview"><p>bukas, friday the 13th na naman. parang nangyari na ito nung isang buwan… at sa november na ang ulit nito! ibig sabihin, tatlong beses pala akong swerte sa taong ito! hehe.</p> <p>eniweiz, pinapangunahan ko na maging optimistiko. kahit naman paano, nabahiran din ako ng pagiging mapamahiin, tulad ng hindi pagkanta tuwing nagluluto kasi daw makakapag-asawa daw ako ng matanda. kaya nga ang ginagawa ko, song and dance number pag nagluluto with matching sandok microphone. o di ba, effective? mukhang naabo na kahihintay yung aking magiging better half. waah!</p> <p>naroon din yung bawal daw maligo at magwalis pag biyernes santo. ang tanong ko, bakit? ilang berdey ko na kaya ang natapat ng biyernes santo! alangan namang hindi ako maligo nun? kahiya naman sa nagrarangyaan kong mga guests.</p> <p>tas huwag daw tumuloy sa pupuntahan kung may tatawid na pusang itim sa iyong daraanan. goodness, siguro kung naniniwala din sa pamahiin ang mga bossing ko, aba’y baka every other day, absent ako. may kapitbahay kasi akong may alagang pusang itim dati. namiss ko kaya un! asan na kaya siya?</p> <p>to cut it short, ako ang taga-kontra ng mga pamahiin.</p> <p>kaya nga hindi ako naniniwala na malas ang 13, lalu na ang friday the 13th.</p> <p>sa illinois nga, iseselebreyt nila ang pagiging planeta ng Pluto sa March 13th. ito kasi ang araw na nadiskubre ni Clyde Tombaugh, taga-illinois, ang Pluto noong 1930. pero dahil nademote si Pluto bilang isang dwarf planet, para sa mga taga-illinois, kahit isang araw lang sa buong taon, kikilalanin nilang planeta si Pluto. at ang taunang pagkilalang ito ay mag-uumpisa sa friday the 13th, bukas! o, di ba kaswerte ni Pluto? demoted, pero greatly remembered.</p> <p>parang buhay lang yan. ang iyong kamalasan ay swerte ng iba.</p> <p>pero sabi nga, wala namang salitang malas. ang meron lang, taong hindi marunong makuntento sa buhay.</p> </div>walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-35980320098525985642009-02-25T12:43:00.000+08:002009-04-29T12:44:39.593+08:00sakripisyo (sana!)<div class="entry"> <div class="snap_preview"><p>ash wednesday nga pala ngayon. pinapaalala na naman ng Simbahang Katolika na anuman ang gawin natin ngayon, ano man ang marating, gaano man katayog ang maabot, babalik at babalik tayo sa alabok.</p> <p>in the end, ang magiging sukatan pa rin ng buhay ay kung ano ang ating nagawa at para kanino tayo gumawa ng tama o mali. (atsaka pala “bakit”, “saan” at “paano”… hehe). </p> <p>pero mahirap pa ring sukatin. mahilig kasing magpalusot ang tao. ang unang alibi: tao lang ako. nagkakamali.</p> <p>kung susumahin, ilang pagkakamali ba ang dapat malampasan para maitama ang isang bagay? ilang luha at singhot, ilang galit, ilang pasakit, ilang lumbay, ilang pagkadapa o ilang pagsuway ba dapat ang hangganan para matuto at nang lumao’y maging masaya, kuntento at panatag ang ating mga konsensya? (oops, hello konsensya! ayan, pinapansin na kita…)</p> <p>at naalala ko lang, pinaalala sa akin ng isang kaibigan ang sana’y gawing pag-obserba sa paggunita ng mahal na araw. ang text niya, “Fasting and abstinence ha?”</p> <p>sa tuwing nangangamusta kasi siya, at nagtatanong kung nasaan ako, honest at open as i am, siyempre sasabihin ko kung nasaan ako. at lagi naman, nagkakataon, iba’t ibang lugar ang naa-update ko sa kanya. libis, cafe juanita, metrowalk, bahay ni juan, mugen, galleria, mcdo.</p> <p>pero higit sa fasting at abstinence sa mga gimik (na kadalasa’y hindi ako gumagastos… hehehe, hindi sa user ako, wala lang talaga akong budget… palusot na totoo!), mas mainam na mag-fast at mag-abstain hindi lang sa pagkain, kundi mas dapat kong ituon ang aking pansin sa mga gawaing dapat ay nagpa-fast o nag-aabstain ako. example, babawasan ko ang pagiging taklesa. hehe. hindi lahat ng tao ay nakakaalam na ako’y isang nilalang na palabiro. charing!</p> <p>so for now, buhay ko na muna ang aasikasuhin ko. at buhay ng mga taong umaasa na sana’y buhay pa ako.</p> </div></div>walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-58940430269031039072009-02-03T12:44:00.000+08:002009-04-29T12:46:34.427+08:00Maniwala ka nga naman…Ang saya kaya kagabi. Got the chance to bond with another LCP classmate, CJ! Watta good news she brought with her... nope, di pa sya magku-quit. Good for her. Haha! But the news she brought was more filling than the dinner at Mongkok... She's getting married!<br /><br />Lotsa best wishes, CJ. Your French man sure is lucky, very very. :) Sabi nga ni bossing, isang French ang nahango sa kahirapan.<br /><br />The bad thing though was, she had to leave early (c'mon, 11PM is early still). Her fiance got no keys. Lost it thrice already. Haha.<br /><br />Masaya din ako nung umaga pala. Naka-attend kasi ako ng hearing tungkol dun sa isang so-called project-finisher na naniningil para sa so-called finished project nya na isinubmit daw kay 8layer. Kaya naalala ko tuloy nung gabi yung isa sa mga so-called IT expert na dating taga-8layer (at itinuring na kaibigan ng aming bossing) din na involve dun sa so-called finished project.<br /><br />Si so-called IT expert sa netsec at sysad kasi yung unang pinaharap sa akin nung magjo-join ako ng 8layer. Siyempre, dahil ang alam ko'y isa siya sa mga partners, someone who is supposed to know about the products, services, projects AND culture of the company, nakipagkwentuhan na rin ako. That was three years ago. January o February ng 2007 ata. Basta ang natatandaan ko lang (at humingi na ako ng kapatawaran dahil sa kakitiran ng utak ko), he gave me a bad picture of the very company that he was working for. Imagine my surprise when he talked about "under the table" transactions. My dismay was from the way he said it. Like it was a part of a normal process in closing a contract. And so, for two months, I stalled and evaded Deng (nag-sorry na ko di ba? Huhu.) whenever she would ask me when I can start reporting for work. Me and my being righteous... haay.<br /><br />Anyway, months after, during one of our social calls, Deng mentioned that RH was no longer connected with the company. Then a brief story to appease my curiosity followed.<br /><br />And the rest is history.<br /><br />Three-year anniversary na pala ng pagtatagpo namin ni so-called IT expert. (Hehe, nainggit lang ako sa lovebirds na nagcecelebrate ng kanilang week-saries...). Nonetheless, with anniversary or non, puno ng re-realizations ang araw ko:<br /><ol><br /> <li>Kung ikaw ay kaibigan (o pinsan, o kapatid) ng may-ari ng kumpanyang pinagtatrabahuhan mo, mas kailangang doblehin mo ang iyong efforts. Ikaw, higit sa kaninumang empleyado, ang susunod na ime-measure ng mga kliyente o kausap ng kumpanya. (Nasaan na kaya si so-called IT expert na dating so-called friend ni bossing? Sana ay natuto na siyang magprogram.)</li><br /> <li>Huwag maniniwala agad sa kwento. Kaya nga kwento, kasi pwedeng hindi totoo. At ang kwento, kahit pa sabihin mong "Mine is a fact", ay hindi applicable pa rin sa iba. (Nag-uunder the table pa rin kaya siya?)</li><br /> <li>Gawin ang dapat gawin at huwag mawawala sa focus. Mapapansin ka rin nila kung talagang ginagawa mo ang iyong trabaho. (Salamat CJ sa realisasyong ito. Irerelate ko na lang sa malawakang inog ng buhay. Hehe.)</li><br /> <li>Kung nasa tama ka, hindi magiging mali ang sitwasyon. At pag tunay kang tama at swerte, pati kaaway mo ay papanig sa iyo. (Ke abugado man siya o hindi. Hehe. Do I need to rephrase? Sige, let me rephrase, "Kung nasa tama ka, hindi magiging mali ang sitwasyon. At pag tunay kang tama at swerte, pati kaaway mo ay papanig sa iyo.")</li></ol><br />Yun, ito muna. Kwento lang ito, at ito ang kwento ko. Maniwala ka.walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-78001298689210378092009-01-25T12:36:00.000+08:002009-04-29T12:37:41.605+08:00KalyoPangit tingnan, nakaka-conscious ang kalyo.<br /><br />Naalala ko lang kasi nahalungkat ko yung luma kong sapatos na nagbigay din ng kalyo sa paa ko. Dalawang beses ko lang kasi naisuot yun, pero dahil nga kinalyo ako, hindi ko na inulit isuot.<br /><br />Pero may mga kalyo din ako dati na namimiss ko at gusto kong magkaroon ulit. Yung kalyo ko sa mga daliri noong nagpapakatrying hard akong maggitara. Noon din, madalas akong maggupit ng kuko, hehe, siyempre para maayos ang mga diin sa kwerdas.<br /><br />Haay, sobrang tagal ko ng hindi nakakapaggitara. Inaalikabok na nga yung gitara ko sa music room ng 8liens. Naninibugho na siguro sa kin yun at nagtatanong kung kailan ko ba ulit siya patutugtugin, o kailan ako ulit gagawa ng kanta…<br /><br />Namimiss ko na talagang kalyuhin sa kamay.<br /><br />Di bale, pag sinipag ako, iuuwi ko na si gitara. Para naman makapagpahinga sumandali ang BNL at si Bayang at Chikoy sa Rhythmbox Music Player ko.walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-37451531710007966462009-01-14T12:37:00.000+08:002009-04-29T12:40:36.065+08:00Life goes on, but whose life?Fear. Now I know what it felt like. The accident showed me fear in the ravines of never-ending darkness. The realization is unmistakable. We could have died. That instant, that night.<br /><br />I can almost see the headline: Tragedy ended a night of stories, songs, laughters, alcohol…<br /><br />It happened Sunday. Then the nightmares started coming. It is always pitch black, a cold dark night. I felt like a halloween character on elm street. The waking moments are just as bad. I am shivering cold. Then the uncontrollable tears. Right now, I haven’t gotten over the sobs yet. So I am here. Writing. A selfish way for me to let the nightmares go away, the fear…<br /><br />And the paranoia that I am not safe outside. Not safe at all.<br /><br />But life goes on. Of course, accidents happen. The news are full of it.<br /><br />The cruel question is what then, what after?<br /><br />Still alive, those I knew shall celebrate our “2nd life” with stories, songs, laughters, and that stress-relieving, pain-numbing, truth-be-told, self-exposing, laugh-inducing, tear-secreting no-care-in-the-world-i-am-free-i-am-wild liquid.<br /><br />If dead, a day or two of mourning. And life goes back to usual. Yes, life must go on. Ours should too. We’re here. We’re not ghosts.<br /><br />What were the lessons learned? If there were, is it ours to learn alone?<br /><br />What could have been learned? I hope what happened doesn’t amount to nothingness.<br /><br />As for me, fear is leading me to a path of bravery. That road where realizations are slowly unfolding: about people and places, about chances and thanksgiving, about friends and families.<br /><br />About helping hands and sincere gestures.<br /><br />About funny stories and real laughters.<br /><br />About work and colleagues.<br /><br />I can all recall them.<br /><br />And I’m grateful that I can.walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-33807349544920223672009-01-08T12:40:00.000+08:002009-04-29T12:41:49.543+08:00Choose ko 'Day!<strong>Fact:</strong> Mula noong pagpasok ng 2009 (2% ng 2009, hehe), hindi pa ako naabsent sa beer. Ewan ko ba, parang gabi-gabi na lang, sa mga napupuntahan ko, laging may sesyon, e hamak na tapos na ang Oktoberfest. Jan 1, New Year's celebration; Jan 2, 70s Bistro sa pagbabay sa berdey ni bossing Mara; Jan 3, wedding preps kila Annie; Jan 4, wedding ni Annie; Jan 5, 8liens sa Bahay ni Juan; Jan 6, DNS sharing ni Junior; at kagabi, naunsyaming Email Server sharing ni Roz.<br /><br /><strong>Fiction:</strong> <a href="http://dyenibib.wordpress.com/2008/02/15/lasing-philosophy/" target="_self">Lasing Philosophy</a> pa rin. Hindi maipaliwanag ng "utak kong lito" (henyo, pahiram ng iyong legendary phrase... hehe...) at mananatiling higanteng question mark ang katinuan ng isang tao kapag nalalasing. Although may mga basis na ako tulad ng nangyari kay Roz ("Hindi ako lasheng!"), at kay JR (kunwari hindi tunay na pangalan, haha!) na kumakanta ng "Di Ako Iiyak" habang nanglilimahid sa luha ang mga mata.<br /><br /><strong>Fact:</strong> Nakakuha na si Momsy ng US NIV. Na-aapprove siya for a 10-year multiple entry under non-immigrant status sa US. Ang saya nga e. Nagtambay ako sa Baclaran Church, nakapagnovena kay St. Gerard, at naka-attend ng misa para sa 3 Kings. Hayan, sana hindi na mamroblema ang ate ko habang tinatapos yung kanyang grad studies. Ngayon pa lang, sobrang namimiss ko na si Momsy. Five months kaya siya dun! Ibig sabihin, 5 months akong walang ina. Waaah! Walang adobo, walang dinuguan, walang seafood curry... at walang bantay ang Popsy ko?! Oh no!<br /><br /><strong>Fiction:</strong> Matuto kaya akong magluto in five months?<br /><br /><strong>Fact:</strong> Isa na akong misyon. Kahit saan yata ako mapadpad -- sa trabaho, sa reunion, sa salu-salo sa barkada, nagmimistula akong nakakatawang tampulan ng tukso. Kulang na lang, ipost nila ang profile ko sa lost and found section ng mga dating sites sa internet. Kaya nga nagsenti mode ako sa <a title="Walang Malay is Senti" href="http://walangmalay.wordpress.com/2009/01/06/senti-mode-ang-susi-ng-puso/" target="_blank">Walang Malay</a>. In fairness, hindi naman ako choosy (hindi talaga!!!). Sila ang choosy. Hehe, palusot.<br /><br /><strong>Fiction:</strong> Malas daw ang mga taong ipinanganak sa year of the rabbit ngayong year of the ox. Ibig sabihin, malas ako. Pero sa nagdaang 2% ng 2009, hindi pa naman ako minamalas. Pero hello, last year kaya, swerte daw kami. Ngee, hindi kaya. Kung swerte ang mga rabbits last year, sana nakapagbreed na ako. Haha!<br /><br /><strong>Fact:</strong> Solve ako sa ilang natanggap kong holiday gifts. Si SciPhone, si Baguio shirt, si Pink VS perfume, si Red jacket, si Sagada bead bracelet, at si lucky door charm. At siyempre, pababasbasan ko na rin si crystal bead rosary. Sa mga nakaalala, sobrang daming salamat. Sa mga makakaalala pa lang, thank you in advance. Hehe.<br /><br /><strong>Fiction:</strong> Huwag ko kayang ibigay yung mga hindi ko pa naiaabot na holiday gifts ko? Selfish.walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-1098756834279093522009-01-01T12:42:00.000+08:002009-04-29T12:43:17.547+08:00Here comes 2009!<div class="entry"> <div class="snap_preview"><p>Whew, and 2009 came! 2008 ended with a blast with our Sagada post-Christmas venture topping my list of unforgettables. The 8liens, I mean, me and my 8layer colleagues, invaded Sagada again last 26-29 of December (twas this time last year that we were there). This time, instead of Sagada surviving us, it is we who survived! Especially, our dear Kuya Willy, who almost peed in his pants trying to hold on to dear life in one of the tricky part of the cave connection trek. Sad to say, I wasn’t there to see it. Our group came a bit later, not fast enough to overtake the first group. I had to rely on the very detailed recollection of the 8liens about the rescue mission. (Lester of Saggas, you’re a hero!) Haha!</p> <p>Another 2008 ender for me was the reunion of the V5 dabarkads last December 30 and held in our home sweet home. I survived it too! Imagine, fresh from Sagada and from the Autobus mishap (ran out of fuel, fortunately, we were already somewhere in QC!), I was dizzyingly still recovering from the cold (literally!) nights of Mt. Province, sleepy and battered from the long travel back.</p> <p>I miss my “baby” Datdat too. I’m sure, Dada and Nellie misses her too. Lovely, she is. My “adopted” Christmas baby is one lucky girl. She captured two baby-less couples wanting to take her as their own. If only her true family can realize what an angel she is. Sigh!</p> <p>It’s already 4AM and I am rattling my brain on what other things in 2008 have been quite unforgettable for me… Wow! Can’t list them down for now. All I can say is that 2008 was tons of blessing. Been with truly amazing people and every inch of them, every experience I had, every memory would take a whole lot of space… yehoy!</p> <p>Well, I guess, it is better to look forward than look back.</p> <p>2009, here I come!</p> <p>A blissful and productive year ahead, everyone!</p> <p>P.S.<br />This blog is supposed to have photos… still waiting for uploads… got no cam, yet. hehe.</p> </div></div>walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-48039684022862649292008-11-06T12:32:00.001+08:002009-04-29T12:36:24.299+08:00The Embracing Warmth of DarknessThe looming darkness came in the form of a client who just can’t seem to throw us the “I’m busy and I can’t afford you to be busy like me” and hangs up the phone when there are things left to be discussed.<br /><br />But darkness too is warmly embracing. I guess this is why closing our eyes do wonders to ease our tensions and calm our nerves, why we sleep at night and feel rejuvenated in the morning.<br /><br /><a href="http://dyenibib.wordpress.com/2008/11/06/the-embracing-warmth-of-darkness/"><blockquote>Basahin ang kabuuan</blockquote></a>walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-40302991285345579912008-10-07T12:29:00.001+08:002009-04-29T12:33:02.135+08:00Likas na MakasariliKung nais mo raw tunay na makilala ang isang tao, huwag kang makinig sa kanyang mga sinasabi kundi sa kanyang mga kilos at reaksiyon.<br /><br />Kaya nga pinag-aaralan din sa komunikasyon ang mga non-verbal ways ng pakikipagtalastasan at ito yung nag-aaccount sa 70% ng communication effectiveness. Mas mataginting daw kasi ang nais ipahiwatig ng mga sulyap ng mata, lawak ng ngiti, bilis ng hakbang, ikom ng palad, biling ng ulo, laglag ng balikat at tono ng boses.<br /><br />Pero kung likas din na artista at artistahin, pasensya pero maaari ka ring malinlang. Pero kahit artista, kung wala sa harap ng camera at nasa normal na sitwasyon, ay makikilala mo rin siya kanyang mga ipinapakitang kilos.<br /><br />Dahil ang tao ay likas na makasarili. At dahil makasarili, hindi mo rin agad makikita ang tunay na pagkatao kasi nga sinasarili niya. Hehehe.<br /><br />In general, una niyang iisipin ang kanyang sarili — kasama nito ang sariling mga pangarap, adhikain, kinabukasan, o anumang gusto nilang mangyari.<br /><br />Sige, para maging kapani-paniwala, maglalagay ako ng source.<br /><br />Ayon kay Ayn Rand, selfishness is a virtue. Ito yung sentro ng mga pamoso niyang nobela. Pero ang selfishness na tinalakay dito ay may ibang pakahulugan sa alam nating pagkamakasarili at hindi ang selfishness na madalas nating ihalintulad sa kasakiman.<br /><br />Sa mga hindi pa nakakabasa ng mga libro ni Ayn Rand, inuulit ko, hindi ito yung selfishness na madalas, kahit pinagkakatago ng mga kurakot, ay naamoy pa rin ng mga taong ang ginagawa naman ay ibulgar sila.<br /><br />Iba rin ito sa hindi pagcocontribute o pagseshare ng mga kaalaman dahil nais mong ikaw lang ang nakakaalam at ikaw lang ang umunlad dahil sa kaalamang iyon. Halimbawa nito ang monopolyo o kaya ay sa simpleng halimbawa, ang hindi pagsasabi sa iyong mga kasama ng nais na timpla ng kape ng iyong boss dahil gusto mong ikaw lang ang nagtitimpla ng kape niya, kahit pa nakabakasyon ka ng isang buwan.<br /><br />Hindi ito yung selfishness na lagi nating inihahalintulad sa pag-iisip sa sarili, at tanging sarili lamang, na pati kunsensya mo ay ayaw mong kausapin. Na ang iyong gawa o pagiisip ay ganito, “Ako lang, hindi ikaw, pero kung ikaw man, ako pa rin.”<br /><br />Kumbaga, para maging virtue ang selfishness, kailangan mo pa ring maging rasyonal at kaya mong sabihin at ipakita ang kahalagahan ng iyong sarili at ng iyong mga gawa, na tama at may silbi ka bilang tao, at dahil dito, nagiging kapakipakinabang kang miyembro ng sosyedad. Ganito ang sistema ng Objectivism. Ang pagpili ng isang gawa o desisyon base sa rason (hindi emosyon), na hindi mo kailangang isakripisyo ang iyong sarili para sa iba o ang iba para sa iyong sarili.<br /><br />In short, malaya kang maging ikaw. Parang si Dr. House. Although may mga episodes na kakikitaan din siya ng karampot na emosyon, kadalasan pa ring umaangat ang kanyang rasyonalidad, at ito ang nagiging daan upang maging epektibo siyang doktor. At pamoso siya hindi dahil sa kaweirduhan niya kundi sa kanyang galing.<br /><br />Ibig sabihin lang, hindi mo kailangang manahimik o magtago dahil hindi mo kailangang manahimik o ilihim ang isang bagay na alam mong rasyonal at may silbi, na magpapatunay din na isa kang kapakipakinabang na nilalang, at karapatan mo ito.<br /><br />Ganito din ang prinsipyo ng mga bidang karakter ni Rand. Si Howard Roark na isang arkitekto na hindi niya kinompromiso ang tingin niyang tunay na kagandahan ng isang istruktura kahit pa dumating ang panahong wala ng magpadisenyo sa kanya. Si John Galt na nakaimbento ng mas matibay, mas mura, at mas magaan na elemento kaysa bakal at hindi sumuko kahit pa isumpa na siya pati ng gobyerno.<br /><br />Isang kahihinatnan din ng Objectivism ang free market. Na may karapatan ang bawat isang ipakita ang kanilang mga gawa, malaya itong suriin at batikusin, at malaya ang bawat indibidwal na mamili ng para sa kanya.<br /><br />Naalala ko nga yung isang rason kung bakit tila hirap na hirap ang ilang ahensya ng gobyerno (o ilang tao na humahawak dito) sa pagtanggap ng F/OSS.<br /><br />Sa pag-iimplement kasi ng mga proyektong Open Source, hamak na mas maliit ang kailangang budget kahit pa higit na mas kapakipakinabang, mas madaling gamitin, at mas mataas ang seguridad ng mga teknolohiyang nasuri at nagamit na ng mga indibidwal na gumagamit at naniniwala din dito. At dahil mas maliit ang kailangang i-invest sa mga proyektong Open Source, wala ng alokasyon para sa kurakot.<br /><br />Kaya mahirap itong tanggapin ng mga taong ang pagiging makasarili ay kasinghulugan ng kasakiman.walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-8296818989333303432008-09-02T12:26:00.000+08:002009-04-29T12:28:25.853+08:00The Eheads Reunion ConcertGrabe, napuno yung tatlong parking lots sa gawi ng The Fort Strip nung magconcert ang Eheads noong Sabado. Ni hindi na nga namin naumpisahan yung opening number nila na may fireworks at usok dahil noong mga oras na yon, nagtatatakbo pa kami at naghahanap kung saan ang entrance.<br /><br />Pero enjoy na rin kahit andun kami sa bandang likod. May projector screen naman. Solve na rin.<br /><br />Nakakatuwa ang crowd. Lahat kumakanta. Lahat sumasayaw. May nagslapdance pa nga sa harap namin. May na-knock out pero kunwari di ko kilala. Hehe.<br /><br />Kanya-kanyang ikot din ng treats. May naglibre ng drinks, tas burger, tas hotdogs!<br /><br />Magkakasecond round pa sana kami ng food treats kaso, after the band’s 20-minute break, Ely’s sister, Lally, joined by the rest of the band, Marcus, Raimund and Buddy, announced that Ely was rushed to the hospital. Sobrang natahimik yung crowd. Parang lahat, nawalan ng vocal chords.<br /><br />On the Eheads concert, the audience felt both extremes, an utmost emotional ride: total jubilation in finally seeing and singing with the band after six years… and total sadness, hearing firsthand that Ely’s physical and emotional strains took its toll.<br /><br />Like most of those in the crowd, I too felt like not going. It was as if I was waiting for Ely to make a grand entrance and wow us again. Pero habang pinagmamasdan ko yung mga taong parang mga tinakasan ng lakas at ayaw pang umuwi, na-appreciate ko ang crowd. They’re hearts are with the band. No one was heard saying, sayang ang ticket o sayang ang pagod sa pagpila ng mahaba at pagtayo ng halos isang oras.<br /><br />The concert may have ended abruptly. Sad as it did, at least I was there. I was one of the 20,000 who belted those familiar hits with the Eheads live on stage. Even if it was just half of their repertoire, it was grand. For me, it was worth it.<br /><br />I just hope and wish that Mr. Ely Buendia would spring back to health para naman “Eraserheads, the Comeback” na! Sabi nga ni Ely, “They try to tell us we’re too old…” Eh, pano na lang ako?<br /><br />As of the latest news beats, Ely is stable and doing well. Really uplifting news for a fan like me. Kahit another six years pa siyang magpahinga, pipila ako ulit sa susunod na reunion. Feeling classmate ko sila e.walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-59627829314131387922008-09-01T12:28:00.000+08:002009-04-29T12:29:02.915+08:00Denials and Paranoiai woke up rather grouchy this morning. i cannot shake the sense of foreboding. this cloud has been following me since last week, and my regular denial of things to come only heightens my paranoia — that im up for a series of unfortunate events.<br /><br />it’s like i am feeling a string of luck turned bad is about to happen. like i will be going for emotional mishaps. that kind where anticipations and promises are taken for granted that will leave me crushed and in agony.<br /><br />or maybe, i will find out things that i don’t want to in the first place. or someone will hurt me really bad and tell me that 5-letter word which i don’t want to hear embellished with encouragement that i don’t really need.<br /><br />my mind is a noisy whir. i can’t specifically point what it is exactly. but somehow, i have an idea. and disturbing as it may sound, it all boils down to misplaced kindness and false hopes. that somehow, a face of treachery is bound to be revealed.<br /><br />but i don’t want to think about it. or maybe, i am just denying the warnings, the signs, the hidden truths which i can’t just bury in nothingness just by keeping busy. nor can i dispel the thought that i am bound to be sacrificed because i am in the way, or maybe, of no real use, or just that, a pawn.<br /><br />for a night, i did forget. the eheads concert. it’s so nice to have them back. but like my moments, it was short-lived. the depression of things to come came back lurking like a ghost. i can’t dispel it.<br /><br />i only need the truth. just to hear it said. even when that’s the last thing i want to know.<br /><br />still, i am waiting. if only to tell myself, i am sane, and i am right.walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-55998690125118426932008-08-14T12:11:00.001+08:002009-04-29T12:33:31.735+08:00Hearts and HeadsIf I were to be an animal, I would want to be a shrimp. You see, shrimps have their hearts in their heads. I was thinking that maybe, if I am a shrimp, then I can tell my heart what to feel.<br /><br />Or maybe, a starfish. So that I can grow back what I have lost.<br /><br />Or an ostrich, whose eyes are bigger than its brains, so that I’ll be able to see more of the good things around me and less on thinking if I really should appreciate them.<br /><br />Wishful thinking.<br /><br />I am not a shrimp. I can’t tell my heart not to feel hurt.<br /><br />I am not a starfish so there’s no way for me to bring back those that I have already lost.<br /><br />Nor am I an ostrich, and my eyes even desperately needs glasses.<br /><br />Got so much thinking to do. And so much to feel. But one thing is sure, I can’t do it both.<br /><br />That’s why I’m blogging. Blogging somehow consolidates my luxury to be free-feeling and free-thinking.<br /><br />So what am I feeling exactly? Hmm. All sorts. Just a moment ago, I wanted to just take a bus and go home. I guess I love going back home because going home means I have gone some place. Everytime, when I am with Popsy and Momsy, all stories exchanged seem fresh and new even if we have already talked (or laughed) about them before. My work takes a sideline too because sharing it with them is like using birds-and-the-bees to explain sex. With them, discussions about our fave topics on politics and religion are just meant to be just that, merely discussions, and are soon forgotten as soon as we huddle in front of the television.<br /><br />I felt stressed too.<br /><br />No amount of music can appease my head from thinking about stuffs like remitting my insurance, settling my credit card, paying my visa application fee, finishing my requirements, completing my checklist, beating my deadline, writing a new catch phrase, rewriting an old teaser…<br /><br />Then I felt scared.<br /><br />I also felt like running away.<br /><br />And then I felt tired just thinking about it.<br /><br />So I guess I have to sleep on it.<br /><br />Midnight has come again. I never seem to miss it.walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-15549630607049036412008-07-31T01:35:00.001+08:002008-08-04T19:37:46.798+08:00My Preliminary Battle Against Ranidaphobiathey consider it a joke. i consider it a battle that i'll wage in feardom come until god-knows-when.<br /><br />i thought i would just deal with it once a week, but then, i guess they're everywhere when the rainy season comes, even at 87-C!<br /><br />87-C is the house number of our rented cum subsidized home-away-from-home and home-near-from-work in the middle of urban village called west capitol.<br /><br />so you see, i am not expecting my great scourge to come leaping on our cemented carpark and crawling... goodness! one slimy little one was crawling just near the door knob! ooh, just thinking about it makes my head swell and my hands all clammy. i'm now getting the goosebumps too, and the palpitations.<br /><br />see? i'm not laughing when they joke about my fear of frogs. and oh how they love to tease me now and then about it. how they love to see me scared and jumpy when they point at nothing and tell me "look ja, frog!".<br /><br />or tell me i shouldn't be afraid of them, really, because one could turn out to be my prince!<br /><br />so i have to start somewhere. conquer this fear which almost always embarasses me, but sends my so-called friends all ticklish and hooting. in fact, two friends sent me "froggy" gifts. a green burner with a miniature frog as decor and a cuddly frog stuffed toy. the first one is now broken and my friend told me i did it but i didn't.<br /><br />now, the second one, ah! i took it as my preliminary stance to battle. i called it "froogie". i even displayed it on my table and brought it with me when we last visited baguio. poor thing, i left it at my friend's car.<br /><br />some say talking about your fear is a good way to start a "treatment". all right, i'd rather talk about it than be in a room of... can't breathe!!!walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-50587946219999938222008-07-29T20:34:00.001+08:002008-08-04T19:38:38.731+08:00lipad ko tonaalala ko nung magpunta kami sa freedom bar. may dalawang banda na nagpasayo ng kanilang awitin at sinabing walang title yung kanilang tinugtog. tapos, sa conspiracy din, nung tumugtog si rj jmnz, may kinanta din siyang walang title. uso ata ang mga walang title ngayon. anyway...<br /><br />last weekend, mahabang byahe ang ginawa ko. sa haba niya, mahaba-habang pagmumuni-muni din ang naganap sa isip kong tuliro na rin sa mga bagay-bagay na dapat kong gawin (pati na rin yung mga bagay na hindi ko dapat ginawa).<br /><br />sa pagdating ko naman sa aking destinasyon, tila bulang naglaho sa aking itinerary ang mga binalak kong gawin habang kako nagpapahinga sa nilibreng tuluyan sa min ni dadadidodu. sarap kasing mapahinga dun. bagong klima. bagong kwarto't kama. bagong channel sa cable. bagong food staples. bagong mga kainan. bagong mga kwentong mumu (dun daw sa bed na tinulugan ko, yun daw yung huling hinigan ng katawang lupa nung mga magulang nung may-ari nung bahay, sumalangit nawa!), bagong mga trip (sabayan daw ba ang mga sandamakmak na aliens sa pakikipagtalastasan). in short, bagong mundo sa loob ng 48 oras. isang commercial ng yugto ng buhay ko.<br /><br />sa pagpagtatapos ng aking paglalakbay sa norte, kasabay ng mga manaka-nakang ambon at pag-ulan, heto't back to my senses na ulit ako. pagbukas pa lang ni laftaf, parang routine, agad kong binuksan yung aking email at kasabay nun ang status ng aking mga tasks at projects. parang gusto akong kurutin nung mga overdues ko sa wiki at online documentation, ganun na rin yung mga artiks sa website. at nagyeyehey naman yung proyekto na makalap lahat ng mga document templates na kailangan namin sa opisina para naman mapabilis ang aming correspondences.<br /><br />naroon din yung constant reminder ko na rebyuhin ang linux filesystem. pagdating kasi sa mga bagay na teknikal, ewan ko ba, pero sa short-term retention lang kinacategorize ng aking hippocampus ang mga ito. kaya para ma-override at mailagay sa long-term, kailangan kong magrebyu lagi. heto't nakalimutan ko na nga ulit kung alin sa ext3 at reiserfs ang may journalling. nakalagay kasi sa nokbuk ko, sa ext3 siya, pero sa isang sulok ng aking nagpipilit na makaintindi ng mga teknikalidad, reiserfs ang may journaling. buti na lang, pwedeng i-google! o di-ba, ang salitang "google" ay pwede na ngayong gamiting verb?<br /><br />at hayun, nagkaiba lang pala ang ext3 at reiserfs sa usapang pinuhan ng sector. pareho naman palang may journalling. mas lamang nga lang sa ngayon ang reiserfs sa usapang journalling.<br /><br />ano ba ang journalling? para sa mga linoobs (pinaikling linux newbies) at nyologs (non-linux users or no-linux backgrounds), ang journalling ay... ito yung... para siyang record book. bawat proseso na nangyayari sa filesystem, dito nila-log. kumbaga, isinusulat niya ang bawat transaksyon na ginawa mo sa iyong filesystem. importante ito sa mga pagkakataong magcrash ang iyong computer. nagbabasa-basa pa rin ako ngayon, pero pag naintindihan ko na ng lubusan, magandang mai-share ko na rin. tipong in vernacular para masaya. umpisahan ko sa filesystem, hindi nga lang ngayon. ike-ks (knowledge sharing) ko muna sa office.<br /><br />haay. daming iniisip. pati tuloy yung interview sa embassy, kinatatakutan ko. kawawa naman si atenggot pag hindi ako nakapasa, lalu't pinayagan na ko sa office na mag-leave. kawawa kasi all-expense paid nya to. maliban dun sa interview appointment na binayaran ko ng $9.95. barya lang naman to compared sa visa apps na $131 at plane fare (two-way reservation na kaya). sayang talaga pag na-deny ako. waah! ang problema ko, paano ko mapapaniwala ang consul na super duper closely tied ako kay motherland para magnais ng greener pasture sa ibang lugar. ang akin lang naman, which is what i personally believe, ang nagpapasaya naman sa tao ay siya rin. kung matayog ang pamantayan nya para maging kuntento sa buhay, dapat matayog din ang dapat niyang abutin para makamit yon at dapat, tayugin nya rin ang lipad.<br /><br />ako naman, hindi naman katayugan ang pangarap ko. pero lipad ko to. maaaring matayog sa iba, pero sa akin, i'm freely flying. nag-eenjoy na ko e. ganoon naman. basta gusto natin ang ating paglipad, kahit bumabagyo pa, kakayanin! atsaka, penguins can fly, di ba? haha! whee!walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-30439077109577942772008-06-23T20:32:00.001+08:002008-06-24T14:04:11.060+08:00For a Reasoni have always heard it being said: "things happen for a reason". so when things go nicely or screw up, there must be an explanation to it.<br /><br />but when, even when we rack our brains and still can't find the reason, then to where do we look to find out why things happen? to the changing weather? in the stars? in the mindless wanderings of coincedences? or maybe, to someone else's reason?<br /><br />or when finally found out what the reason is, why is it so hard sometimes to believe that IT IS?<br /><br />when you've always been so dressed up and careful about the way you look, and the one time you got drenched under the rain was the same time when you accidentally met the person whom you've longed to see for eons-- is it a test of faith or a twist of fate?<br /><br />when you know by heart all the formula for a series of theorem and the one thing that makes you sweat blood is the same formula that was asked for you to explain in a graded recitation, is a test of faith, or a twist of fate?<br /><br />when the last person who you think would betray you was the one who did, is it a test of faith, or a twist of fate?<br /><br />faith or fate, things still happen. changes unfold within or beyond understanding. if it falls outside of comprehension, is it better to seek for it or just let it slide and let whatever "reason" that made it happen be revealed?<br /><br />i miss faith today. it flew a-distance to that place called fate. or maybe not. it didn't bid goodbye.walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-762061322611516812008-06-17T15:07:00.000+08:002008-06-23T20:31:49.339+08:00Mababaw na Luhaminsan, kahit ayaw ko, nagagawa ko yung mga bagay na ayokong gawin. tulad ng magpunta sa mall kung wala din naman akong balak bilin. ang kasunod kasi noon, napapabili din ako. at sa mga panahon ngayon, ito ang isa sa mga iniiwasan kong gawin. isa kasi akong impulsive buyer.<br /><br />kaso, last saturday, after naming pumunta sa Joomla! Day Philippines, sa sm city edsa na kami dumiretso para doon sumakay ng fx pauwi ng bulacan.<br /><br />at dahil naroon na nga ako sa mall, ayun, napasyal ako sa isa sa mga paborito kong tambayan. next to the bookstore, video store ang madalas kong itinerary. sad to say, na-leisure shopping na naman ako ng sangkatutak na vcd at dvd on sale. kay, ibinili ko na rin si popsy ng father's day gift--dalawang 2-in-1 dvd collection ni fpj.<br /><br />naalala ko tuloy noong nakakita kami ni ate ng oil painting ni susan roces. hawig kasi sa rendering na yon si mumsy kaya hindi na ako ngayon nagtataka kung bakit number 1 fan si popsy ni fpj. hehe.<br /><br />niwey, pagdating sa aking home sweet home (hello weekend!), after makipagchikahan kay madir (wala si padir, may bonding session with da big boys), nanood kami ng isa sa mga binili kong vcd. "i am sam" yung una kong isinalang. this time, normal ang aking madir. hindi kasi niya natapos yung movie. nakatulugan na niya. pero ako, sobrang na-touch. "i am sam" was simply amazing (hi smart, pahiram ng byline). same commendation goes to sean penn. at napatunayan ko na ang dali akong mapaiyak ng movies.<br /><br />pero dahil ayoko namang matulog ng mugto ang mata ko (mahapdi kaya yun paggising sa umaga), nagsalang ulit ako. "the secret garden" naman. sa isip ko kasi, tutal napanood ko na siya, hindi na siguro ako maiiyak. kaso, sawi ako. hindi ko rin napigilang maluha sa ending.<br /><br />tulad ng "a walk to remember" na everytime feel kong panoorin, kahit sampung beses ko ng napanood, naiiyak pa rin ako. haay, ambabaw talaga ng luha ko. ibig bang sabihin nito, mababa ang eq ko?<br /><br />pero di na baleng matawag na iyakin, wag lang immature. :))walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-64104768189385870192008-06-08T15:38:00.000+08:002008-06-23T20:27:06.597+08:00Jadobong ManokHindi ka raw matututong magbisikleta kung hindi ka matutumba at magagasgasan. Kung nag-aaral ka namang mag-drive, normal daw yung mabangga ka muna.<br /><br />Kapag naman nag-aaral kang magluto, dapat matalamsikan ka muna ng mantika. Kaya nga nung natalamsikan ako habang nagluluto ng tikoy noong Chinese New Year, naisip ko, siguro, pwede na kong sumabak magluto.<br /><br />Pero dapat pumasa muna sa strict standards ng aking mga intestines.<br /><br />Nakapagluto na ko dati ng sinigang na maya-maya sa miso. Malakas lang ang loob ko kasi ako lang naman ang kakain. Nag-iisa kasi ako noon sa BCDA. Masarap naman siya. Ok naman ang asim. Kaso, dahil hindi ako marunong magbudget, napadami ang luto ko. Nauyam ako sa sinigang na maya-maya sa miso dahil tatlong araw ko siyang ulam.<br /><br />Kanina, nagluto ako ng adobong manok. Isang linggo na kasing nasa freezer yung kawawang manok at walang pumapansin sa kanya. At dahil nag-iisa lang naman din ako, naglakas-loob na rin akong magluto.<br /><br />Ang turo ni Mumsy, dapat sankutsado ang manok. Gisado sa sarili niyang mantika. So after kong isankutsa si chicken, hindi ko na alam ang gagawin.<br /><br />Buti na lang, may cellphone si Mumsy! Nagising ko pa nga e. Pero natawa ang aking madir nang malaman niya ang pakay ng aking tawag. Kaya after niyang sabihin ang susunod na step para maging successful ang aking adobo, hinayaan ko na ulit siyang matulog.<br /><br />All in all, I feel accomplished. Na-appease ko naman ang aking tiyan. Hindi naman masama ang lasa ng aking adobo. Next menu ko, tinola. Tutal, may manok pa rin sa freezer.walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-38311005355746344972008-05-26T17:57:00.000+08:002008-05-30T20:23:16.849+08:00The Superb Problems<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYE54S6MZJjBJVZ4QXrDohCvWmR_mHPqHP9x6A9dD7ltBW8E451e-kpWdmt2UYwndQoU4mj9PPTygtfuN_ixaeOpDUekQIyE569SLI9n9f-wUvEVjEW1_Df6V8GZBs-6t2uJvfllD4QgFB/s1600-h/YnoDrawing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYE54S6MZJjBJVZ4QXrDohCvWmR_mHPqHP9x6A9dD7ltBW8E451e-kpWdmt2UYwndQoU4mj9PPTygtfuN_ixaeOpDUekQIyE569SLI9n9f-wUvEVjEW1_Df6V8GZBs-6t2uJvfllD4QgFB/s320/YnoDrawing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206109105420764898" border="0" /></a>My sister just can't help feeling ecstatic and worried at the same time.<br /><br />Their 4-year old son, Yno, started building with his lego blocks when he was three, of edifice structures, boats and cars, and draws them, especially churches, schools and nature views, and colors them in complimentaries.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMcl_pdYiix58iV2eu2uxV5WvK0Cbz5rw9eDdbHJeha3q8umreOF8d6nAymTSzSIltZsm5OyY_otuqQpj48tzXCdnjJCETAGwBoJk8nONTRdXtY8zBylywIu2nIK8y6iw3BybEddX7af0b/s1600-h/KyutDeen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMcl_pdYiix58iV2eu2uxV5WvK0Cbz5rw9eDdbHJeha3q8umreOF8d6nAymTSzSIltZsm5OyY_otuqQpj48tzXCdnjJCETAGwBoJk8nONTRdXtY8zBylywIu2nIK8y6iw3BybEddX7af0b/s320/KyutDeen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206111240019511106" border="0" /></a>Their 2-year old son, Deen, can already read words like "puzzle", "dinosaur", "father", "mother", "suddenly" without attending any pre-school.<br /><br />My sister, when I called her, was all problematic and jubilation. "My hands are full raising two kids, and now I have two geniuses! How does one raise them?"<br /><br />She and Kuya Dino bought Yno fingerpaints and coloring books, then. But he had outgrown the paints and the crayons and went back into drawing much more complicated ones for his age (said his summer arts teacher). Now, Yno has just finished his 3x a week swimming lessons.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYFYDHtkZQrdkLaJL7NjVhUUPoU50xy2U9ib56v4AKz9tTRUZZOvp4PlWaYr7opkgBBt2Cl0OMrHRktoMALkc8meRxRhU6SelYlHs8qTLNWPmViH8RrSb9N6z1Mvj8sWjIOkCQOxr08ATr/s1600-h/KyutYno.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYFYDHtkZQrdkLaJL7NjVhUUPoU50xy2U9ib56v4AKz9tTRUZZOvp4PlWaYr7opkgBBt2Cl0OMrHRktoMALkc8meRxRhU6SelYlHs8qTLNWPmViH8RrSb9N6z1Mvj8sWjIOkCQOxr08ATr/s320/KyutYno.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206110496990168866" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Deen is now the youngest in a free play school which is just three floors below their unit at Residencia.<br /><br />I haven't visited them lately. But I'm itching to. The last time I got in touch was five days ago. I spoke with Yno and Deen over the phone and they were trying to update me on what they were watching on TV and what they had been doing.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaYaQBW9nD8-b_8KCt675FJ6VIJXXjAlxiH9KWh6c9UQ3eBcnY91mDxFP4IyAgO4sIWIsyznwO6fCWuCnMTgIYqHhaCU7qaR-7sJEquyN-Nd_tRgSkCO1ApmXgEXleuo1PI1dFvddcPN0o/s1600-h/DeenBehindtheGlasses.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaYaQBW9nD8-b_8KCt675FJ6VIJXXjAlxiH9KWh6c9UQ3eBcnY91mDxFP4IyAgO4sIWIsyznwO6fCWuCnMTgIYqHhaCU7qaR-7sJEquyN-Nd_tRgSkCO1ApmXgEXleuo1PI1dFvddcPN0o/s200/DeenBehindtheGlasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206110080378341138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />"I go swimming, Tita Jaja", said Yno when I asked him how he is. "Mommy and Daddy in the office", said Deen when I asked where they are.<br /><br />Goodie, miss them so. The kids, I mean. Haha!walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-432533790014232277.post-8390203699748769752008-05-26T15:30:00.000+08:002008-05-30T20:29:31.939+08:00To give or not to give"Pinahiram" ko kay Dada 'yung black/orange ko na Illustrazio padded backpack. Sabi ko, gamitin nya muna tutal may ginagamit naman akong Echolac na regalo naman sa kin ng kompanya noong Pasko. Pag nagustuhan niya, saka nya na lang ako bayaran.<br /><br />Pero considering na si Dada 'yun, baka ireregalo ko na lang.<br /><p><a href="http://dyenibib.wordpress.com/2008/05/26/to-give-or-not-to-give/"><blockquote>Read more</blockquote></a></p>walangmalayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085233411645677929noreply@blogger.com0