Sunday, December 25, 2005

Merry Christmas (War Is Over)

By John Lennon

So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas (War is over)
For weak and for strong (If you want it)
For rich and the poor ones (War is over)
The world is so wrong (Now)
And so Happy Christmas (War is over)
For black and for white (If you want it)
For yellow and red ones (War is over)
Let's stop all the fight (Now)


A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear...

Pasko Paksiw

No one ought to go blogging on Christmas Day. Not when you have an entire army of resurrected relatives to attend to.
And everyone seems to be so happy... Too bad, I haven't been bitten by the holiday bug. =(
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year everyone!!!

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Nakaka-ewan*

*pasintabi kay Kellsye

Isang gabi, sa jeep na biyaheng Cubao-SSS Village...
Babae: Sila ___, parang may trace pa ng pagka-unggoy di ba? Hindi ako namimintas a. Pero parang hindi natapos yung evolution nila.
Lalake: Sino? Sila ___? Hindi naman a. Guwaping kaya si Kuya ___.
B: Si ___? Yung duling?
L: Hindi 'yon. Tito nila 'yon.... Saka hindi naman totoo yung evolution. Kaya nga theory e, it's not a fact.
B: Bakit yung mga skull na nakikita, parang sa unggoy talaga?
L: Nagkataon lang na ganon ang features ng nahuhukay nila. Kung totoo 'yon, bakit may mga taong mukhang kabayo?

Monday, December 12, 2005

Feels Like Home

by Chantal Kreviazuk

Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms
There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life
If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I've been so alone
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
A window breaks, down a long, dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see, through the dark there is light
Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I'd love anyone so much
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way the back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
*****
Sigh...

Drummer Mania

I have seen him play the Drum Mania (a drums version of the Dance Dance Revo) countless of times. He's good at it, as shown by the prefect scores and the unspoken admiration of on-lookers he has often received. But somehow, anti-technology me feel uncertain about his talent. Getting a 100 on the videoke even without getting a tune right is very possible so I thought it is so too with the virtual drum set.
I promised to watch him play the "real thing" when the opportunity comes. Last week, the long-hoped-for chance came. And watch I did, despite the rains, my raging asthma and brewing fever.

*****
The performers had a pre-arranged seating separate from spectators so I came in alone. The venue was packed by that time but I managed to squeeze myself beside a group of coƱotic colegialas.
Each band was given fifteen minutes to perform, and their band was the fourth in line. Anticipation and excitement (and asthma?) made my breathing erratic. The noise added to the chaos I was feeling that I wasn't able to make anything out of the first three performances. Finally, they were called.
They haven't been one minute into their performance when the crowd went wild.
"The drummer is so galing," the girl beside me said.
"He's cute pa," the other replied.
"One, two, three -- Go drummer!"
Then the-drummer-is-so-galing girl screamed, "I love you drummer!"
Grrr... I felt the urge to grab her by the hair, but she didn't have any idea about me and him so I absolved her of her sin. I couldn't blame her. The drummer was so galing talaga.
*****
After their rocking performance, he invited me for snacks at the nearby canteen. I still couldn't believe he was the same guy being cheered by the crowd minutes earlier.
"Kailangan ng konting yabang pag nagpe-perform," he said.
That explains it. Off-stage he is quiet and reserved (I do all the yabang, hehe), hiding his brilliance behind the dorky eyeglasses.
"Nagkaroon ka ng instant fans' club a," I joked. Ako ang president, I added inwardly.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

The Complete Idiot's Guide to Filing Resignations

Some good things never last, so I can't see any reason why a bad thing should. Read on, and may the force be with you.

Step 1. Prepare the resignation letter. It should contain the date of effectivity, the reason for resigning, and an expression of appreciation.
Hey Bitch!
I'm leaving this loony bin and you can't do anything to stop me.
I've been dying to do this for a long time now but fear always gets the better of me. I realized, however, that if I have anything to be afraid of, a future of unemployment isn't it but a future of kissing your filthy ass.
But still, I want to thank you for teaching me how to value my self more. That's why I couldn't be under your nose any longer.
Good riddance!
Step 2. On the chosen day, come to the office later than usual (an hour will do). Stand tall, stiffen your upper lip, and look your boss directly in the eye.
Step 3. Go to your boss' desk and speak up before she does. What to say? "I'm leaving!" then proceed to Step 4.
Step 4. Slam your letter on her desk, walk away, and do not return.

*****
But then, we are in the real world and fantasies are, well, just fantasies. Although I preferred the first version, I opted for the socially accepted resignation etiquette.

Step 1. It is too hard to write a polite letter for someone whom you have every reason to be impolite with. So go search the internet for carefully worded templates.
Step 2. Do not break your "early bird" record. It's wise to have enough time for practice.
Step 3. Approach your boss and hand her the letter.
Step 4. She will ask a few questions after she's read it. Be sure to answer her with respect. It will also help to give her the "If-I-had-a-choice-I-wouldn't-but..." statement to remove her doubts.
Step 5. Thank her for all the wonderful things she's done for you (invent if necessary) and shake her hand.
Step 6. Go to the bathroom and puke.
Step 7. Fix yourself. You will have to stay for two more weeks to do the turn-over.

Monday, December 05, 2005

The Date

I haven't done this in a long time. Not since the blackhole called “work” swallowed me whole. And since I know I'll be entering another blackhole soon, I might as well take this chance to relish my freedom. I went out on a date with my self. Don't get me wrong. Hindi ako nagti-T.I.I.S. (Tang Ina, I'm Single). Earthling is very much alive and kicking, thank you. I just wanted to go, uhm, for lack of a better word, soul-searching.


First stop: Loyola Memorial Park, Marikina. We're a bit literal, huh? Halloween was over a month ago and unless I possess an extraordinary ability to attract souls, I wouldn't stand a chance of finding one. Not in the heat of the nine o'clock sun.


I sat on one of the benches and read a Butch Dalisay story (from earthling's book) titled The First of our Dead. The story echoed the questions I've been asking since time immemorial – what happens after we die? One character argued that dead is dead is dead, period. Everything will just be black. Another character claimed there is an afterlife.


The notion of an afterlife is far more attractive. The question then becomes – what part of the beings under those marble markers are roasting in the burrows of hell? And how many are having, as Professor McGonagall puts it, “mild-mannered frivolities” in heaven? A dog passed by and sniffed one of the markers incessantly. The scene made me wonder if transmigration is true. What if the dog-soul wants to get back into the body six feet under? Before you think I've gone bonkers, I'm happy to say that I left after an hour, bored with the company of dead people.


My next stop fully negates whatever image of abnormality I have cast upon myself and re-establishes the once-clear fact that I am mentally healthy. Sure, the Greenhills tiangge is the last place you'll go to if you want soul-searching. But sole-searching just might work.


There are shoes of all kinds and sizes but I wasn't in the mood to choose any. Besides, I wasn't with my sister-slash-fashion consultant so I was quite sure I'd pick the wrong pair. After rambling for an hour, I felt the vendors casting suspicious glances at me. It was a bad case of paranoia. It drove me to spend P180 for two blouses I'm not sure if I'd have the courage to wear. Only to find the same being sold at two for P150 at the stall a few meters from where I bought mine. I realized it was stupid of me not to try haggling in a tiangge. Treinta din 'yon a.


What's a date without a movie? I'm not a fan of mainstream movies and I make it a point to watch only the worthy ones so I consider myself lucky that Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire was still being shown two weeks after its release.


There were only twenty people in the theatre and I was the only one to come alone, all the others were in pairs. I'm not being bitter but I really think I'd appreciate a film better without distractions. You know how some guys are when you're in the K.K.K. (Kataas-taasan Kadilim-diliman Kasulok-sulukang bahagi ng sinehan, hehehe!). Besides, I'd never get to sigh and simper about Viktor Krum when I'm with my significant other.


After the movie, I spent the next two hours trying to finish a whopper meal. Burger King has this promo that had me eating like a pig – Buy a Whopper Jr. Value Meal, get another Whopper Jr. burger for free! Just present your Laking National Card from National Bookstore. Promo is valid in all BK branches until Dec. 31, 2005. (Nag-plug?!). Stupid me haven't thought of take-out. I walked away some three inches fatter by the waist.


Riding the rush-hour MRT on my way home brought me back to my senses. I was tired and broke and for a while I chided myself for coming up with the soul-searching shit. But a few seconds later, I was relieved, thankful to get in touch with myself once more, the self that was snatched from me when I entered the corporate world four months ago.


I just wish I won't be lobotomized again in my next job...

Thursday, December 01, 2005

It's beginning to feel a lot like Lent...

I just filed for resignation. And yesterday was my last day at work. Today, of course, is my first day of "paradise regained." Well, not exactly paradise-like. For one, I will not be experiencing the joy of receiving my supposed-to-be first Christmas bonus. That means I have to devise Houdini-esque escape from my poor inaanaks and limit my already-limited marginal propensity to spend (Econ 100.1?).

But then again, a few hundred bucks is not enough to buy my dignity. The corporate world sucks. It s
ure feels great to be free from a Xanthippe of a boss and no-brainer paper works.