i just hooked up the new router, so i've pretty much spent the last few days surfing at every comfy nook in the house. =)
i was in the mood to watch some dance vids, when i came across some videos of our HS batch's cheering routines. man, i forgot how the rush felt when you and 100+ of your batchmates get your game on out on the floor. here's to batch 2002. =)
Monday, December 24, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
the five people you meet in your head
a friend from work told me that you could only master a maximum of 5 versions of you. meaning, you had only 5 aspects of yourself that you could expect to do well, and anything beyond that will be stretching yourself too thin.
at first, i was a real cynic; being the brat that i was, i didn't appreciate anyone wagging a 'general rule' to my face and telling me what i can or cannot do. why stop at 5, right? who was i supposed to be?
but then now, i stopped to think -- what's so wrong with being flat? maybe i should just reset, start with one thing -- just ONE thing -- and then be satisfied. if ever later on i should feel that i'm stable enough to add something else on, then it'll be time to reassess. yep, that's the safe approach; God knows that some focus would do some good for my heart. Or my sanity for that matter.
at first, i was a real cynic; being the brat that i was, i didn't appreciate anyone wagging a 'general rule' to my face and telling me what i can or cannot do. why stop at 5, right? who was i supposed to be?
but then now, i stopped to think -- what's so wrong with being flat? maybe i should just reset, start with one thing -- just ONE thing -- and then be satisfied. if ever later on i should feel that i'm stable enough to add something else on, then it'll be time to reassess. yep, that's the safe approach; God knows that some focus would do some good for my heart. Or my sanity for that matter.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
in my head
in my head, i'm always dancing. whether i'm typing, commuting, sitting, standing, zoning out -- when the beat picks up, i dance. i don't know if others see it too, but i just do.
one night last week, while waiting for the UP-Katipunan jeep to get filled, the guy to my right starts drumming, using his hand, his leg, and the seats. the guy to my left does the same. i wonder if we all hear each other when we're wrapped into our own little worlds.
one night last week, while waiting for the UP-Katipunan jeep to get filled, the guy to my right starts drumming, using his hand, his leg, and the seats. the guy to my left does the same. i wonder if we all hear each other when we're wrapped into our own little worlds.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
tesla coils, cool? no way!
only a geek would have cooked up something like this, to be appreciated by fellow geeks. (hear the loud geek shout 'Yeah!' in the background).
and only a geek would post it in her blog. haha. by far the coolest thing i saw all week. :)
and only a geek would post it in her blog. haha. by far the coolest thing i saw all week. :)
Monday, November 12, 2007
A Million Little Pieces by James Frey
i've been devouring books lately, mostly because i'm taking advantage of the sembreak. admittedly, i got drawn to buy james frey's 'a million little pieces' because of its cover (the piece looked like candy sprinkles... how can i resist?), but the story turned out to be not bad, not bad at all.
it's about an addict's account of his stay at a treatment center. although it claims to be an autobiography, a friend just told me that the author owned up to making up some of the parts, but still that does not make the book less of a good read.
it's the type of book you guzzle in two sittings. the author writes in such a way that you can peek into an addict's mind, and find out that whatever you thought about how being addicted must feel --- YOU JUST HAVE NO IDEA. i like the part where he goes off at a tv show for glamourizing addicts & alcoholics; he'd like to lock the show's writers in room, feed them all the crack they could swallow and then watch if they can make their doctors fall in love with them and walk away with their pet golden retrievers. honestly, i don't think i'll be able to relate to a person who's not sarcastic or ranting at least half the time, and the author did not fail me at all.
the only thing that put me off was the love angle. the book throws me grit, cursing, despair, and then magically, love conquers all. i was like, 'what the hell?!'. seriously. here he was: broken. hardened. furious. an addict, an alcoholic & a criminal, who at 23 has been through hell so many times it's like the park for him. and then the only thing that makes him say the ultimate 'NO' to drugs is the girlfriend he met at the treatment center. dang. the author let me down on that one. because if love is the only thing that can save the utterly hopeless, then i'm seriously screwed.
it's about an addict's account of his stay at a treatment center. although it claims to be an autobiography, a friend just told me that the author owned up to making up some of the parts, but still that does not make the book less of a good read.
it's the type of book you guzzle in two sittings. the author writes in such a way that you can peek into an addict's mind, and find out that whatever you thought about how being addicted must feel --- YOU JUST HAVE NO IDEA. i like the part where he goes off at a tv show for glamourizing addicts & alcoholics; he'd like to lock the show's writers in room, feed them all the crack they could swallow and then watch if they can make their doctors fall in love with them and walk away with their pet golden retrievers. honestly, i don't think i'll be able to relate to a person who's not sarcastic or ranting at least half the time, and the author did not fail me at all.
the only thing that put me off was the love angle. the book throws me grit, cursing, despair, and then magically, love conquers all. i was like, 'what the hell?!'. seriously. here he was: broken. hardened. furious. an addict, an alcoholic & a criminal, who at 23 has been through hell so many times it's like the park for him. and then the only thing that makes him say the ultimate 'NO' to drugs is the girlfriend he met at the treatment center. dang. the author let me down on that one. because if love is the only thing that can save the utterly hopeless, then i'm seriously screwed.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
The Man in my Basement by Walter Mosley
"If suicide meant giving up, then I'd be dead by now."
I got chills from reading. I don't know whether it was because of the book's dark theme, or because never had I identified this much with a book character -- and he was a grown black man who was also a drunk unemployed thief. It was as if someone has found the words for me to articulate not just my thoughts, but my angry musings.
And to think I almost passed this book up. Powerbooks was having a sale, and although I've never heard of the title nor of the author, the premise was promising, so I spared 99 bucks. 99 bucks for this surprise whack in the head. sweet.
I also liked the part wherein the lead was asked the quintessential question, 'Have you ever been in love?'. He did not pretend to stare off deeply and say 'yes'; for him, if others described love as like gravity for its unexplicable but irrefutable attraction, then he was a floating astronaut. ditto.
thumbs up for walter mosley.
I got chills from reading. I don't know whether it was because of the book's dark theme, or because never had I identified this much with a book character -- and he was a grown black man who was also a drunk unemployed thief. It was as if someone has found the words for me to articulate not just my thoughts, but my angry musings.
And to think I almost passed this book up. Powerbooks was having a sale, and although I've never heard of the title nor of the author, the premise was promising, so I spared 99 bucks. 99 bucks for this surprise whack in the head. sweet.
I also liked the part wherein the lead was asked the quintessential question, 'Have you ever been in love?'. He did not pretend to stare off deeply and say 'yes'; for him, if others described love as like gravity for its unexplicable but irrefutable attraction, then he was a floating astronaut. ditto.
thumbs up for walter mosley.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
blast from the past
while spending the whole weekend bumming at home, i caught the spice girls comeback video in E! earlier. could you believe it? then i saw backstreet perform their new single on jay leno.
who's next, Take 5? the moffatts? (oh wait, there's Same Same already...) 911? woohoo!
who's next, Take 5? the moffatts? (oh wait, there's Same Same already...) 911? woohoo!
Saturday, November 03, 2007
stay in the room
that's what she managed to say despite the tubes stuck through her nose and mouth. he fought back the tears and tried to shut out the pain.
the news of the cancer struck them so hard and fast, that they barely had time to reel. like the pang of their first fight. the throb of their Nth quarrel 40 years later. the slap they felt when they realized they somehow became total strangers. like the heartbreak in her face when he said he was leaving. then this.
so he stayed.
the news of the cancer struck them so hard and fast, that they barely had time to reel. like the pang of their first fight. the throb of their Nth quarrel 40 years later. the slap they felt when they realized they somehow became total strangers. like the heartbreak in her face when he said he was leaving. then this.
so he stayed.
Friday, November 02, 2007
how can one feel numb?
it's a sad, futile cycle, really. we prod, we stress, we overcompensate -- only to find a void still there, which eats away from inside out. sorry, i know it's so emo, but i can't seem to shake it off for now.
it's both amusing and sad, actually, how articulate we get when we're down.
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they say luck is the lazy man's excuse for not working for anything.
well, come to think of it, yeah. the only question is if the lazy are whiny, or if the optimistic are delusional.
it's both amusing and sad, actually, how articulate we get when we're down.
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they say luck is the lazy man's excuse for not working for anything.
well, come to think of it, yeah. the only question is if the lazy are whiny, or if the optimistic are delusional.
Monday, October 22, 2007
tayo na't maki-mega
nothing's more driven than a worn-and-beaten woman out to do some shopping.
and nothing's more satisfying than when you find the single thing you've been looking for! i hauled away a blouse i've been eyeing for half the price, and the jacket that i've scoured so many malls for. in less than 3 hours! my shopping batting average has improved, i must say. just fab.
and i have great books to go home to! i dropped by the quaint used-book store at UP and got myself a thriller, an Anne Rice, and a Pear awardee. sweet.
i correct myself. nothing's more satisfying when you find yourself slapped in the face with a great day when you least expect it.
and nothing's more satisfying than when you find the single thing you've been looking for! i hauled away a blouse i've been eyeing for half the price, and the jacket that i've scoured so many malls for. in less than 3 hours! my shopping batting average has improved, i must say. just fab.
and i have great books to go home to! i dropped by the quaint used-book store at UP and got myself a thriller, an Anne Rice, and a Pear awardee. sweet.
i correct myself. nothing's more satisfying when you find yourself slapped in the face with a great day when you least expect it.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
eeek.
Today on my Daily Quote Widget:
"Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop." - Ovid
Fudge. My crop must be hideous then. More like crap.
"Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop." - Ovid
Fudge. My crop must be hideous then. More like crap.
Friday, October 12, 2007
ppr woes
it took me 5 hours straight to draft my performance plan rating report for the year. 5 hours to document everything you've done for the past 12 months. every obstacle you leaped over. every person you had to deal with. 5 hours. eeek.
and i'm so glad it's almost over. oktoberfest na!
and i'm so glad it's almost over. oktoberfest na!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
astounding.
Most times, I take it for granted, but I just realized that I really am surrounded by AMAZING people.
For example, to my sister Ate Ting -- you're amazing. You have the biggest vault of patience out of everyone I've ever known, and you're not stingy with it. You never asked to look after a little sister like me, and I know for a fact that I can be quite a handful. You know when to just be agreeable, and even more, you know when to give me a good smack in the head. You turned not only me, but also Ikay, into Photoshop nuts (and I haven't even gone around to teaching you the guitar or HTML yet, after all these years. You're simply amazing.
To my teammates, Mike & Jan -- you're amazing. As I've already told Jan, you two are among -- if not the biggest -- the factors why I probably am still sticking around. I never really saw myself in something so corporate, but you guys make it seem homey -- no, actually, it's more like a playground. You guys are amazing.
To my partners in goofiness and all other crimes, Rhea & Liz -- you're amazing. There's never been a time when you guys failed to crack me up. Yet, even when I'm in the lowest of lows, you guys are also the same ones I turn to. I consider myself soooo lucky to find buddies with the same wavelength. You're amazing.
To Bugsy -- need I say it? You're amazing. We all are so into our own things, yet we never let each other forget that we still have kindred spirits out there, egging us on. We have something time nor distance can't break. You're amazing.
To my parents, you're amazing. Putting up with a know-it-all brat like me is a feat. You accept with without question -- even in my ugliest moods, even if I shut you out, even after I lose my phone for the nth time. You're amazing.
And what's better is I know there are lots more amazing people not yet mentioned in this post. Hay. I should have posts like these more often.
For example, to my sister Ate Ting -- you're amazing. You have the biggest vault of patience out of everyone I've ever known, and you're not stingy with it. You never asked to look after a little sister like me, and I know for a fact that I can be quite a handful. You know when to just be agreeable, and even more, you know when to give me a good smack in the head. You turned not only me, but also Ikay, into Photoshop nuts (and I haven't even gone around to teaching you the guitar or HTML yet, after all these years. You're simply amazing.
To my teammates, Mike & Jan -- you're amazing. As I've already told Jan, you two are among -- if not the biggest -- the factors why I probably am still sticking around. I never really saw myself in something so corporate, but you guys make it seem homey -- no, actually, it's more like a playground. You guys are amazing.
To my partners in goofiness and all other crimes, Rhea & Liz -- you're amazing. There's never been a time when you guys failed to crack me up. Yet, even when I'm in the lowest of lows, you guys are also the same ones I turn to. I consider myself soooo lucky to find buddies with the same wavelength. You're amazing.
To Bugsy -- need I say it? You're amazing. We all are so into our own things, yet we never let each other forget that we still have kindred spirits out there, egging us on. We have something time nor distance can't break. You're amazing.
To my parents, you're amazing. Putting up with a know-it-all brat like me is a feat. You accept with without question -- even in my ugliest moods, even if I shut you out, even after I lose my phone for the nth time. You're amazing.
And what's better is I know there are lots more amazing people not yet mentioned in this post. Hay. I should have posts like these more often.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
surprisingly, sometimes, things do look up
the past few weeks have drained so much even beyond my usual tolerance of stress, that i've finally imposed an albeit escapist non-work thing on myself tonight. both Neil Gaiman fans, rhea and i caught Stardust at the cinema. LOVED IT. i loved it so much that i didn't mind seeing claire danes almost for the entire movie. i was so ready with my criticisms that i was caught off guard. it was just what i needed, thank God. (thanks also to one of my best destressing buddies, rhea. we have so much to catch up on pa! haha.)
i keep on telling myself that the hullabaloo will all be over once October passes, but i know that it's a longshot. but now, oh well, on a time when i can hardly catch my breath, i'm taking a breather, lounging out on the lazy boy (a VERY rare luxury), flipping through the channels. sometimes, it defies logic, but you find that it's just all good.
i keep on telling myself that the hullabaloo will all be over once October passes, but i know that it's a longshot. but now, oh well, on a time when i can hardly catch my breath, i'm taking a breather, lounging out on the lazy boy (a VERY rare luxury), flipping through the channels. sometimes, it defies logic, but you find that it's just all good.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
theory of relativity, and then some
one guys chose cryptography for our MS reporting, and he defined gibberish as 'of unintelligible meaning'. i couldn't have put it better.
it's funny how relative everything else. how something 'unintelligible' to one holds a whole lot of meaning to another. how something trivial to some is the the whole world to somebody, that he obsesses over immortalizing words and unleashing them for everyone to see, when he had no intention of sharing it anyway.
it's funny how relative everything else. how something 'unintelligible' to one holds a whole lot of meaning to another. how something trivial to some is the the whole world to somebody, that he obsesses over immortalizing words and unleashing them for everyone to see, when he had no intention of sharing it anyway.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
avenue q
i've been hearing so much about this play that i just had to to see it. i expected to cry from laughter; i braced myself for the expected adult humor. what i did not expect was to be hit with just the advice i needed.
for now. everything's for now. it's okay to not sweat things, to not take yourself so seriously, to not know what you'll be in the future, or why you exist in the first place. sometimes we just get to wrapped up in 'what's next?' that we actually forget to actually live the now. in the end, after all, the past and present have no say in the now.
for now. everything's for now. it's okay to not sweat things, to not take yourself so seriously, to not know what you'll be in the future, or why you exist in the first place. sometimes we just get to wrapped up in 'what's next?' that we actually forget to actually live the now. in the end, after all, the past and present have no say in the now.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
hey ya world (finally)
As I'm still reeling from a Chocnut-&-Flat-Tops induced sugar rush, I'm going to take advantage of this sudden urge to type to (finally!) post these imaginary entries that have been piled up in my head for the past few weeks. (whee!)
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you can't help but love youtube. it has done for videos what google has done for, well, everything. want videos of the tv episodes you missed? it's here. want a break-down of killer dance moves? it's here. want another run of that SNL skit? guess what? it's still here. even bored-out-of-my-head videos finally found their place here.
i was scouring for some old 80s & 90s tunes when i came upon this. weird, though, it was the only video for UMD's Always that i was able to find, perhaps the only video that immortalized what will forever haunt the minds of 90s babies everywhere.
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another great site i found was imeem.com, a network for sharing playlists and music. i find the coolest tracks here, and there's no need to download them and clog the network for i can play them online. check out this link to listen snow patrol's cover of Crazy In Love (originally by Beyonce) and an acoustic cover of Hey Ya (I swear, I used to hate this song til now).
Monday, September 03, 2007
Diary by Chuck Palahniuk
Mind-blowing story, but not nearly as mind-blowing as the storytelling. But what do you expect from the writer of Fight Club? Bravo. Not only did it keep me hooked, it was an unexpected source of subtle Ayn Rand-ish insight. Two points etched:
(1) The What Now? Phenomenon
From high school to college to post-graduate studies, we try hard to ingrain as much technique and technical mastery as possible. Come graduation, here we are, erudites in our own respective fields, and we still find ourselves lacking in the one thing schools can't assure you -- inspiration. It's kind of sad, us adept and driven, but without direction. After beating ourselves to a pulp, we're still missing our why-isque what (or that what-tic why, if you prefer). Then we curse the unschooled genius who comes along and whips up the excellent from nothing. Dang.
(2) Everything's our diary. All that we touch, all that we make are telltales of who we are. The colors we choose. The words we pick. The stains on your clothes. What's in your bag. What's not in your bag. Everything's a tattler.
(1) The What Now? Phenomenon
From high school to college to post-graduate studies, we try hard to ingrain as much technique and technical mastery as possible. Come graduation, here we are, erudites in our own respective fields, and we still find ourselves lacking in the one thing schools can't assure you -- inspiration. It's kind of sad, us adept and driven, but without direction. After beating ourselves to a pulp, we're still missing our why-isque what (or that what-tic why, if you prefer). Then we curse the unschooled genius who comes along and whips up the excellent from nothing. Dang.
(2) Everything's our diary. All that we touch, all that we make are telltales of who we are. The colors we choose. The words we pick. The stains on your clothes. What's in your bag. What's not in your bag. Everything's a tattler.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Og Mandino's The Greatest Salesman in the World
A long-overdue wake-up call for me. I think this piece of fiction holds more promise than any self-help book out there (not that I've ever been a fan of self-help books). I'm barely past halfway, and already its words have already seeped through how I think, process, accept, and reject things. A good guide for the lost, for those putting up with a streak of defeat, or for those settling for just leaning on life's inertia. I love how its lines overwhelm me, that I just have to stop and let the words just linger for a while.
Of course, like any other insight, it should not be mistaken for wisdom. For knowledge without action remains simply as that -- knowledge. Or worse, folly.
Of course, like any other insight, it should not be mistaken for wisdom. For knowledge without action remains simply as that -- knowledge. Or worse, folly.
Monday, August 27, 2007
long weekend at paradise
a fellow wanderer once said that he loved travelling because he always came back as a changed person. ditto.
yep, i'm that lousy at writing now, i don't even have words to describe how gorgeous bohol and cebu are, and how the whole world misses out on what we have. all i can say is that i'm so glad my family got to do this, and i can't wait to go back again.
balik sa bohol, balik...
check out more pics here: http://picasaweb.google.com/ishgagno/CebuBohol0807
yep, i'm that lousy at writing now, i don't even have words to describe how gorgeous bohol and cebu are, and how the whole world misses out on what we have. all i can say is that i'm so glad my family got to do this, and i can't wait to go back again.
balik sa bohol, balik...
check out more pics here: http://picasaweb.google.com/ishgagno/CebuBohol0807
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
scavenging bookworm
I finally found some time to check out this quaint used books store at the UP Shopping Center, and Lord, I was so happy -- I've hit the jackpot! It's dreadful to be cliche, especially about a bookstore, but I felt like a brat set loose in a candy shop.
Left and right, classics and modern takes. Anne Rices. Grishams. Kurderas. Gaimans. Ayn Rands. All for around 50-200 bucks. Whee! It was the first bookstore I've been to that has a copy of Erich Segal's Acts of Faith -- it was that heavenly. For my first haul (definitely to be followed by more), I whisked away a George Orwell, an Og Mandino and a Douglas Adams.
I love devouring books -- they give me a view of the world I would not get to see otherwise. It's uncanny, but I get hit by the right dose of wake-up calls I just need during each time, be it new insight or good advice I've already forgotten. It's like travelling -- after each book, I come back as a new person. Or an awakened old me. Or even both. :)
Left and right, classics and modern takes. Anne Rices. Grishams. Kurderas. Gaimans. Ayn Rands. All for around 50-200 bucks. Whee! It was the first bookstore I've been to that has a copy of Erich Segal's Acts of Faith -- it was that heavenly. For my first haul (definitely to be followed by more), I whisked away a George Orwell, an Og Mandino and a Douglas Adams.
I love devouring books -- they give me a view of the world I would not get to see otherwise. It's uncanny, but I get hit by the right dose of wake-up calls I just need during each time, be it new insight or good advice I've already forgotten. It's like travelling -- after each book, I come back as a new person. Or an awakened old me. Or even both. :)
Monday, July 16, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
new bunch of politically-correct terms
Abortion - Near-Life Experience
Alcoholic - Anti-Sobriety Activist
Alive - metabolically abled
Bad Cook - microwave-compatible
Bad hair day - rebellious follicle syndrome
Blind - photonically non-receptive
Bum - Involuntarily Domiciled
Cannibalism - Intra-Species Dining
Clumsy - uniquely coordinated
Corpse - Permanently Static Post-Human Mass
Crackpot - certified astrological consultant / past-life regression hypnotist
Crime Rate - street activity index
Deaf - Visually Oriented
Dish Washer - utensil sanitizer
Drunk - verbally dyslexic
Fail - achieve a deficiency
Fat - person of substance
Full of Crap - fecally plenary
Gang - Youth Group
Homeless - residentially flexible
Ignorant - factually unencumbered
Incompetent - Uniquely Proficient
Insult - Emotional Rape
Jerk - suffers from rectal-cranial inversion
Learning Disability - Self-Paced Cognitive Ability
Stoned - Chemically inconvenienced
Undress someone with your eyes - Introspective pornographic moment
Unemployed - Involuntarily leisured
Worst - least best
Alcoholic - Anti-Sobriety Activist
Alive - metabolically abled
Bad Cook - microwave-compatible
Bad hair day - rebellious follicle syndrome
Blind - photonically non-receptive
Bum - Involuntarily Domiciled
Cannibalism - Intra-Species Dining
Clumsy - uniquely coordinated
Corpse - Permanently Static Post-Human Mass
Crackpot - certified astrological consultant / past-life regression hypnotist
Crime Rate - street activity index
Deaf - Visually Oriented
Dish Washer - utensil sanitizer
Drunk - verbally dyslexic
Fail - achieve a deficiency
Fat - person of substance
Full of Crap - fecally plenary
Gang - Youth Group
Homeless - residentially flexible
Ignorant - factually unencumbered
Incompetent - Uniquely Proficient
Insult - Emotional Rape
Jerk - suffers from rectal-cranial inversion
Learning Disability - Self-Paced Cognitive Ability
Stoned - Chemically inconvenienced
Undress someone with your eyes - Introspective pornographic moment
Unemployed - Involuntarily leisured
Worst - least best
Friday, July 06, 2007
buzzed
It's odd that I find noise in my life comforting. Maybe it just confirms what I've known all along -- that I'm an escapist by nature. Filling my head with things to do, then pointlessly mulling over getting them done ironically aids to keep my sanity. Because there are worse things out there than noise. It's called TRUTH. And it bites.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
I hate free time.
Free time breeds discontent and paranoia.
Much as I love to loaf around, it's too risky to give an opening for moping and sulking. Argh, I'm doing it again.
Much as I love to loaf around, it's too risky to give an opening for moping and sulking. Argh, I'm doing it again.
bangag. don't ask.
Where does one get wisdom?
Never really been a fan of self-help books. I'm more interested to learn from real people's encounters, but all these are reactive. Are we doomed to get messed up first, then learn later?
We all wish that it would be that easy -- that answers fall into your lap, that the signs you ask for would be as obvious as MMDA's 'Walang Tawiran, Nakamamatay', that every life-altering choice you would have to make could be decided by using some neat, nifty algorithm.
But then again, if it were that easy, then the point would be lost. I guess this is why of all species, we were given minds that can handle complex thought, so that we can cope with inherently being complex beings. Frankly, I wish God gave me a stronger heart instead, so that I can go out there and make the moves that matter, instead of just cowering and surrendering to the hammock of complacency we've hung for ourselves.
Why is it so hard to sit still? Why do we always have to question the state of our lives? And why is it that it is almost always certain that the answer will be unsatisfactory?
Sana monk na lang ako sa Tibet. Paging inner peace. Is it only I that think that I seriously need a shrink? Haha.
Don't get me wrong. I am certain that I lead one of the more interesting lives. It's one of the millions of more interesting lives out there. The fact is both uplifting and disconcerting at the same times, not to mention enlightening in so many ways.
Never really been a fan of self-help books. I'm more interested to learn from real people's encounters, but all these are reactive. Are we doomed to get messed up first, then learn later?
We all wish that it would be that easy -- that answers fall into your lap, that the signs you ask for would be as obvious as MMDA's 'Walang Tawiran, Nakamamatay', that every life-altering choice you would have to make could be decided by using some neat, nifty algorithm.
But then again, if it were that easy, then the point would be lost. I guess this is why of all species, we were given minds that can handle complex thought, so that we can cope with inherently being complex beings. Frankly, I wish God gave me a stronger heart instead, so that I can go out there and make the moves that matter, instead of just cowering and surrendering to the hammock of complacency we've hung for ourselves.
Why is it so hard to sit still? Why do we always have to question the state of our lives? And why is it that it is almost always certain that the answer will be unsatisfactory?
Sana monk na lang ako sa Tibet. Paging inner peace. Is it only I that think that I seriously need a shrink? Haha.
Don't get me wrong. I am certain that I lead one of the more interesting lives. It's one of the millions of more interesting lives out there. The fact is both uplifting and disconcerting at the same times, not to mention enlightening in so many ways.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
I'm a single.
I don't know if it's just from the piles of forms I had to fill out ever since I joined the rat race. After ticking that S in the Marital Status checkbox, I just got hit with it. After 22 years, I'm a Single. This, in a world made for couples (i.e. duo, combos, dinner and movie for 2, marriage). Even my mom can't wait to raffle me off. Dang, I'm a Single (sorry, just can't seem to say it enough).
What's stranger is that I'm not entirely sure if I'm bothered by it or not. As always, kebs.
What's stranger is that I'm not entirely sure if I'm bothered by it or not. As always, kebs.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
CS 210 Day 2
brace yourself for a geeky post.
damn it, after 2 years, i never thought this day would come. i finally understood the master theorem!!! at first, i got lost with the deltas, omegas, and approximations [felt a lot like my first Calculus encounter. yeech, not a good feeling.], but later on, lo and behold, it finally made sense! it's been long since i had a Matrix moment -- you know, when things just fall into place.
wala lang, i'm just so overwhelmed i had to jot it down. minsan lang to. haha.
damn it, after 2 years, i never thought this day would come. i finally understood the master theorem!!! at first, i got lost with the deltas, omegas, and approximations [felt a lot like my first Calculus encounter. yeech, not a good feeling.], but later on, lo and behold, it finally made sense! it's been long since i had a Matrix moment -- you know, when things just fall into place.
wala lang, i'm just so overwhelmed i had to jot it down. minsan lang to. haha.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
ish is crankyish.
it took an hour of wearing myself out on the treadmill to finally knock some sense into me.
i actually thought i got past my 'moody' phase. i think i have anger management issues. one time, i'm calm -- the next, i'm nuts. at times, when the peeves rear their ugly heads, all caution & rationality goes out the window. i don't even realize when i'm indulging myself in uber-crankiness, and i just blurt out whatever comes into mind. it's like one messy hangover, and the guilt afterwards is hell.
i mean, i don't get violent, but i for all people should know that words could do worse damage. this is for you, all the people who had been unfortunate enough to bump into me during one of my sungit attacks. i sincerely apologize.
sometimes, i get through okay, or i just get away with it. come to think of it, believe it or not, i'm actually an uncomplicated person. it's just when things like pressure, expectations and feeling come into the equation that i lose grasp of sense. if only things were meant to be uncomplicated. if only questions came with answers. if only we had a unified sense of good. if only good was inevitable. if only your crush had a crush on you too, those kind of things.
damn it, someone please fix me.
i actually thought i got past my 'moody' phase. i think i have anger management issues. one time, i'm calm -- the next, i'm nuts. at times, when the peeves rear their ugly heads, all caution & rationality goes out the window. i don't even realize when i'm indulging myself in uber-crankiness, and i just blurt out whatever comes into mind. it's like one messy hangover, and the guilt afterwards is hell.
i mean, i don't get violent, but i for all people should know that words could do worse damage. this is for you, all the people who had been unfortunate enough to bump into me during one of my sungit attacks. i sincerely apologize.
sometimes, i get through okay, or i just get away with it. come to think of it, believe it or not, i'm actually an uncomplicated person. it's just when things like pressure, expectations and feeling come into the equation that i lose grasp of sense. if only things were meant to be uncomplicated. if only questions came with answers. if only we had a unified sense of good. if only good was inevitable. if only your crush had a crush on you too, those kind of things.
damn it, someone please fix me.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Monday, June 04, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
guess what? more pics
at last, the pics are in!
for more, check out http://picasaweb.google.com/ishgagno/LakayApoTeamMay2007. thanks to lillian and tj for posting their pics.
it'll definitely difficult to top this summer, as i never thought i would be given the chance to literally explore luzon, visayas and mindanao. but hey, who knows? do i hear a sagada, bohol and camiguin? woohoo!
for more, check out http://picasaweb.google.com/ishgagno/LakayApoTeamMay2007. thanks to lillian and tj for posting their pics.
it'll definitely difficult to top this summer, as i never thought i would be given the chance to literally explore luzon, visayas and mindanao. but hey, who knows? do i hear a sagada, bohol and camiguin? woohoo!
Monday, May 28, 2007
last call for summer
after a testosterone-filled apo trip, i was truly grateful for tidoy's invite to a chill-ax getaway at subic. we whisked ourselves to this cozy place called Courtyard Inn, which was more luxurious than what i was used to. we had our own beds, cable tv, room service, the works. perfect for the brat within who was crying for some pampering.
in truly girl-bonding fashion, we hit the spa, the subic yacht club pool and the duty-free shops. a tiny misadventure was thrown our way though, when tidoy's battery was discharged when we left the headlights on (funny though, because it was in the middle of the afternoon). mga diyosa talaga ang mga kasama ko -- a bunch of guys swarmed & came to the rescue, and even asked us out for dinner afterwards. bugsy, ever so anti-social, opted for a jazz-club dinner & russian-vodka guzzling at our inn afterwards. sarap! haha.
of course, what trip would be without its photo ops? we also swung by zambales and took a quick dip at the sea, to bid goodbye to a glorious summer. for more pics, check out tidoy's multiply album at http://doyti.multiply.com/photos/album/26. thanks again guys for the great weekend!
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as i was scouring for our subic trip pics, i came across some old hs pics from mae & tidoy. can you say, time warp? :)
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pag minsan, swerte ka talaga at may teammate ka na magaling kumuha ng picture. mwehehe. some shots of jam's gig at the HP Q2 Hoola Palooza Coffee Talk, courtesy of the legendary Paul Garcia:
in truly girl-bonding fashion, we hit the spa, the subic yacht club pool and the duty-free shops. a tiny misadventure was thrown our way though, when tidoy's battery was discharged when we left the headlights on (funny though, because it was in the middle of the afternoon). mga diyosa talaga ang mga kasama ko -- a bunch of guys swarmed & came to the rescue, and even asked us out for dinner afterwards. bugsy, ever so anti-social, opted for a jazz-club dinner & russian-vodka guzzling at our inn afterwards. sarap! haha.
of course, what trip would be without its photo ops? we also swung by zambales and took a quick dip at the sea, to bid goodbye to a glorious summer. for more pics, check out tidoy's multiply album at http://doyti.multiply.com/photos/album/26. thanks again guys for the great weekend!
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as i was scouring for our subic trip pics, i came across some old hs pics from mae & tidoy. can you say, time warp? :)
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pag minsan, swerte ka talaga at may teammate ka na magaling kumuha ng picture. mwehehe. some shots of jam's gig at the HP Q2 Hoola Palooza Coffee Talk, courtesy of the legendary Paul Garcia:
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
bizarre, simply
the first days after a long climb are always disconcerting.
like how disoriented i was, given my first full dose of light and electricity i had when i stepped into sm davao fresh from the mountain.
like how i felt i was drowning in pillows during that first night back at home (that was a nice feeling, actually).
like how strange it seemed when i woke up and saw no mud or twigs, not even the roof of a tent; how weird it felt that i wasn't to spend my whole day trekking with faces that had gotten familiar.
like how odd it was that i was actually getting food and water from the ref. on a whim.
like how i felt i was still cruising through the streets of davao the first night i went out of the house (good thing i'm on night shift this week; the makati rush may actually succeed in driving the still-unprepared me nuts).
i actually don't know if i feel good or not.
like how disoriented i was, given my first full dose of light and electricity i had when i stepped into sm davao fresh from the mountain.
like how i felt i was drowning in pillows during that first night back at home (that was a nice feeling, actually).
like how strange it seemed when i woke up and saw no mud or twigs, not even the roof of a tent; how weird it felt that i wasn't to spend my whole day trekking with faces that had gotten familiar.
like how odd it was that i was actually getting food and water from the ref. on a whim.
like how i felt i was still cruising through the streets of davao the first night i went out of the house (good thing i'm on night shift this week; the makati rush may actually succeed in driving the still-unprepared me nuts).
i actually don't know if i feel good or not.
Monday, May 21, 2007
the mt. apo experience
i love vacations. they allow you to disconnect and free you to be a non-functional individual of the human race.
despite not pushing through with camiguin & rafting as planned, to say that climbing mt. apo was memorable is a huge understatement.
definitely, this was the hardest physical battle i've had. at times, i'm sure i lost, bruised, wounded and sprained, but the learnings i took from the experience were priceless and unexpected ones, and that's always a delight.
thinking about the whole Davao experience sends my head in all directions, but it's the tiny details that stick. the sight of the clouds way below your feet. the roar of the river as you cross. the pinch from your 'battle scars' and the numbness from cold. the canopy that swallows you whole. the feel of the boulders and the smell of sulfur. the glorious sunrise that makes it all worth it.
i'm definitely no good in giving justice to what it was like, so i guess i'll just let the pics do the talking, as soon as they come.
to the Lakay Apo team, saludo ako sa inyo. daghang salamat, you guys saved my butt out there. sana balang araw makabawi ako. kudos!
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Panalong Quote:
[habang malakas ang ulan ngunit umaaraw]
"Buti pa ang tikbalang, kinakasal; ako single pa rin!"
despite not pushing through with camiguin & rafting as planned, to say that climbing mt. apo was memorable is a huge understatement.
definitely, this was the hardest physical battle i've had. at times, i'm sure i lost, bruised, wounded and sprained, but the learnings i took from the experience were priceless and unexpected ones, and that's always a delight.
thinking about the whole Davao experience sends my head in all directions, but it's the tiny details that stick. the sight of the clouds way below your feet. the roar of the river as you cross. the pinch from your 'battle scars' and the numbness from cold. the canopy that swallows you whole. the feel of the boulders and the smell of sulfur. the glorious sunrise that makes it all worth it.
i'm definitely no good in giving justice to what it was like, so i guess i'll just let the pics do the talking, as soon as they come.
to the Lakay Apo team, saludo ako sa inyo. daghang salamat, you guys saved my butt out there. sana balang araw makabawi ako. kudos!
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Panalong Quote:
[habang malakas ang ulan ngunit umaaraw]
"Buti pa ang tikbalang, kinakasal; ako single pa rin!"
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
i'm outta here
how apt it is that on the exact date of my stepping into the rat race (happy may 15th, everyone!), i took the day off. i dropped by UP to finally submit my MS application, was delightfully surprised to meet Jan there, and then spent the rest of my day at my favorite mall (Divisoria's 168, of course).
in exactly 6 hours and 21 minutes, i'll be heading off to Davao to do what I guess every mountaineer has thought of doing some time in his life -- climb Mt. Apo. and yep, it has dawned upon me that this may be my last post ever, due to two possibilities:
(1) once i meet the boulders of Mt. Apo, i might not be able to come back,
and
(2) once i blissfully take a break from reality, in exchange for the terrains of Davao, the sands of Camiguin, and the rapids of Cagayan de Oro, i might not want to ever come back. mwehehe.
wish me luck! (jan, hinabilin ko na sayo password ko ha? :) )
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took ikay to her first wall-climb last saturday:
sometimes, there just comes a point wherein we just want to throw all caution to the wind and see exactly how high we can reach. of course, when frustrations surface, you can always delude yourself in the mean time and do it literally. :P
in exactly 6 hours and 21 minutes, i'll be heading off to Davao to do what I guess every mountaineer has thought of doing some time in his life -- climb Mt. Apo. and yep, it has dawned upon me that this may be my last post ever, due to two possibilities:
(1) once i meet the boulders of Mt. Apo, i might not be able to come back,
and
(2) once i blissfully take a break from reality, in exchange for the terrains of Davao, the sands of Camiguin, and the rapids of Cagayan de Oro, i might not want to ever come back. mwehehe.
wish me luck! (jan, hinabilin ko na sayo password ko ha? :) )
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took ikay to her first wall-climb last saturday:
sometimes, there just comes a point wherein we just want to throw all caution to the wind and see exactly how high we can reach. of course, when frustrations surface, you can always delude yourself in the mean time and do it literally. :P
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
nostalgic, what's new
I dropped by UP today to wrap up some stuff for my enrolment. It didn't take more than a minute for nostalgia to take over once I stepped into Eng'g.
In the world of heavy textbooks, calculus and algorithms, life was far simpler. I miss the nonchalance of walking -- no, prancing -- around UP, with your head up in the clouds, thinking about trivial musings, as well as how one day you are someday to change the world.
In the world of heavy textbooks, calculus and algorithms, life was far simpler. I miss the nonchalance of walking -- no, prancing -- around UP, with your head up in the clouds, thinking about trivial musings, as well as how one day you are someday to change the world.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
don't mind me, i'm just rambling
life /lIf/ (n): the condition of living or the state of being alive; the quality that distinguishes a vital and functional being from a dead body
If your life consists of just getting through the day's and hoping that tomorrow will bring less drudgery, would that qualify as life?
If your life sans eclat would boil down to simply counting down the hours until you go pffft, would that count at all?
Again, don't mind me, I'm just rambling. It's just ironically, now that I can call the shots to where I want to be headed, I haven't the faintest idea on where to go, let alone what to do. How my life has simmered down to this state of limbo, I could not fathom. It's silly, really --- I don't know if it's just hormones or some long-suspected clinical condition, but sometimes I feel so lost and alone, that I could just spontaneously burst into tears. Now, that could be awkward if I bawl in the middle of typing. Sheesh.
Maybe it's just because recently, nothing has recently made me happy, as in with the true sense of bliss. Nothing bad really happened, but nothing that good, either. They say life is supposed to be this big adventure, this roller coaster. Then you discover that it's really more of a Rialto --- scream all you want, but it's just as real as you would want it to be.
Oh well, enough whining.
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Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. I'll keep that in mind.
If your life consists of just getting through the day's and hoping that tomorrow will bring less drudgery, would that qualify as life?
If your life sans eclat would boil down to simply counting down the hours until you go pffft, would that count at all?
Again, don't mind me, I'm just rambling. It's just ironically, now that I can call the shots to where I want to be headed, I haven't the faintest idea on where to go, let alone what to do. How my life has simmered down to this state of limbo, I could not fathom. It's silly, really --- I don't know if it's just hormones or some long-suspected clinical condition, but sometimes I feel so lost and alone, that I could just spontaneously burst into tears. Now, that could be awkward if I bawl in the middle of typing. Sheesh.
Maybe it's just because recently, nothing has recently made me happy, as in with the true sense of bliss. Nothing bad really happened, but nothing that good, either. They say life is supposed to be this big adventure, this roller coaster. Then you discover that it's really more of a Rialto --- scream all you want, but it's just as real as you would want it to be.
Oh well, enough whining.
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Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. I'll keep that in mind.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
we
I have belief in my generation. We are to be the success story which our nation awaits. We have all the capacity to be -- the right mix of idealism, cynicism, brilliance, and heart. Throw in today's myriad of opportunities.
Bear in mind, we also can be the nation's ultimate tragedy and disappointment. Let's make sure it won't be so.
Bear in mind, we also can be the nation's ultimate tragedy and disappointment. Let's make sure it won't be so.
Friday, May 04, 2007
free the boyband inside
as with everything you wished to be hidden, it eventually finds its way to youtube. what the hell, since the cat's out of the bag, might as well put it into good use. if you're stressed, depressed, or looking for something to laugh at, check our swat's despedida gift to vic:
i still think that everyone needs to free that boyband inside once in a while, at least for sanity's sake. to scout for ideas, i actually hunted down blast-from-the-past boyband mtvs. fun. i've actually forgotten how 5ive looked like. haha.
i still think that everyone needs to free that boyband inside once in a while, at least for sanity's sake. to scout for ideas, i actually hunted down blast-from-the-past boyband mtvs. fun. i've actually forgotten how 5ive looked like. haha.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
post-labor day post
Dang holidays. They make it all the more difficult to go back to work.
After 1 1/2 hours of dawdling, I finally got the hint that I wasn't about to conjure up anything productive, except if you call staring at my screen & pressing the Outlook Send/Receive button a dozen times meaningful. So I gathered up all my SQL handouts and headed off to the nearest coffee shop for some quiet review time.
Can't wait to enroll next sem.
After 1 1/2 hours of dawdling, I finally got the hint that I wasn't about to conjure up anything productive, except if you call staring at my screen & pressing the Outlook Send/Receive button a dozen times meaningful. So I gathered up all my SQL handouts and headed off to the nearest coffee shop for some quiet review time.
Can't wait to enroll next sem.
bugsy takes on manila
sometimes, the best plan is to not have a plan at all.
i woke up a little bit earlier for a non-work day, since i had to meet tidoy and ke for some wedding-cake-tasting. yes, it's every bit as delightful as it sounds. this was my first cake-tasting event, and i tried not to appear too giddy as we helped ourselves to the baker's creations. the baker was a certified chocoholic, so aside from the lemon butter, apple walnut, and other cakes, she also gave us fudge filling, dark chocolate cake and white chocolate bars. my sweet tooth shall not be denied, braced as it may be.
i also got to confirm my level of maturity when we flipped through some wedding cake magazines for ideas. as tidoy and ke were gushing over these classic, elegant cakes, i went gaga over a blue & yellow beach-themed cake, complete with gumpaste shells & starfish and the cartoonish bride and groom with oversized heads. haha, fun. :)
as if we hadn't had enough, the three of us decided to go on a food trip for lunch. after several quips (tagaytay? indian resto? mediterranean?), we decided to invade Old Manila. Our quest to find Hizon's failed, and we nearly settled for Robinson's Ermita in desperation. Good thing another option was still open -- Intramuros. We set off for the cobbled roads and dropped by Barbara's, a fancy date-place resto on the second floor on what used to be a gobernadorcillo's house. In true Bugsy-bakya fashion, we whipped out a cam and went trigger-happy with our photo ops (never mind that any second an 'orb' may just appear in the shot. nyay!). good thing we found this resto -- the ambiance was perfect, the food was great and the staff were really nice -- triple threat!
after our brief romance with Barbara's pasta, we went exploring and looked around the nearby museum. for the complete turista experience, we entered the Manila Cathedral and were dumbfounded with awe. i mean, i've seen stained-glass windows before, but these were something else. not to mention that the Cathedral never fails to dwarf anyone. astig.
it was still too early to call it a day, so tidoy suggested that we check out Cartimar street, which was a strip of 'Divisoria' for pet-lovers. ke & i already got attached to a yorkshire terrier, although deep inside i know that that dog (or any dog, for that matter) is better off without me, unless you want to watch how trauma manifests in dogs.
after cooing with birds, dogs, cats, fishes and worms (yes, even worms), the three of us punctuated the trip with a cool halo-halo at Razon's (haha, umabot pang Buendia.) we also drove by ziggurat and a persian restaurant near jupiter, places that are already in our food-trip hitlist. can't wait.
yep, today, the kaladkarins conquer Manila. just goes to show how much there is more to discover in the grounds you take for granted, and how you don't really need to travel far to have fun. in the end, it dawns on you that it wasn't so much the place as much as the company.
this was probably one of the best Labor Days i've ever had in my lifetime. yey. hope you guys had a fun non-work Labor day too. :)
i woke up a little bit earlier for a non-work day, since i had to meet tidoy and ke for some wedding-cake-tasting. yes, it's every bit as delightful as it sounds. this was my first cake-tasting event, and i tried not to appear too giddy as we helped ourselves to the baker's creations. the baker was a certified chocoholic, so aside from the lemon butter, apple walnut, and other cakes, she also gave us fudge filling, dark chocolate cake and white chocolate bars. my sweet tooth shall not be denied, braced as it may be.
i also got to confirm my level of maturity when we flipped through some wedding cake magazines for ideas. as tidoy and ke were gushing over these classic, elegant cakes, i went gaga over a blue & yellow beach-themed cake, complete with gumpaste shells & starfish and the cartoonish bride and groom with oversized heads. haha, fun. :)
as if we hadn't had enough, the three of us decided to go on a food trip for lunch. after several quips (tagaytay? indian resto? mediterranean?), we decided to invade Old Manila. Our quest to find Hizon's failed, and we nearly settled for Robinson's Ermita in desperation. Good thing another option was still open -- Intramuros. We set off for the cobbled roads and dropped by Barbara's, a fancy date-place resto on the second floor on what used to be a gobernadorcillo's house. In true Bugsy-bakya fashion, we whipped out a cam and went trigger-happy with our photo ops (never mind that any second an 'orb' may just appear in the shot. nyay!). good thing we found this resto -- the ambiance was perfect, the food was great and the staff were really nice -- triple threat!
after our brief romance with Barbara's pasta, we went exploring and looked around the nearby museum. for the complete turista experience, we entered the Manila Cathedral and were dumbfounded with awe. i mean, i've seen stained-glass windows before, but these were something else. not to mention that the Cathedral never fails to dwarf anyone. astig.
it was still too early to call it a day, so tidoy suggested that we check out Cartimar street, which was a strip of 'Divisoria' for pet-lovers. ke & i already got attached to a yorkshire terrier, although deep inside i know that that dog (or any dog, for that matter) is better off without me, unless you want to watch how trauma manifests in dogs.
after cooing with birds, dogs, cats, fishes and worms (yes, even worms), the three of us punctuated the trip with a cool halo-halo at Razon's (haha, umabot pang Buendia.) we also drove by ziggurat and a persian restaurant near jupiter, places that are already in our food-trip hitlist. can't wait.
yep, today, the kaladkarins conquer Manila. just goes to show how much there is more to discover in the grounds you take for granted, and how you don't really need to travel far to have fun. in the end, it dawns on you that it wasn't so much the place as much as the company.
this was probably one of the best Labor Days i've ever had in my lifetime. yey. hope you guys had a fun non-work Labor day too. :)
Monday, April 30, 2007
in memory of the unblogged
[ Sat, April 28 ]
had my braces adjusted for the 1st time today. eeep.
since I was in the area, i dropped by the sunken garden in UP today for some long-overdue mot-mot (a.k.a. 'emote-emote') time. time to embrace the loner in me. curling up my mp3 player and a tub of ice cream, i soaked in the chaos and serenity that was UP. soccer to the left, kites to the right, frisbees all over the place --- it was THE soothing alternative to tv. i should do this more often.
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[ Sun, April 29 ]
got to (finally) watch Mines' recital (dapat lang, gra-graduate na si mines!). mines, di ko alam kung bakit pa ako nagugulat, pero you were phenomenal! you're one of the rare gems that deserve all the gifts God has given you. :)
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it's the commuter's curse: the (sometimes unwanted) gift of time to zone out and reflect.
what's worse, poring over a question that you know will never get resolved, or not even having the capacity to ponder at all?
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i don't know how i magically converted to a certified homebody. some days, it's really an effort to drag myself out of the house in hope of creating some semblance of a life. dang.
had my braces adjusted for the 1st time today. eeep.
since I was in the area, i dropped by the sunken garden in UP today for some long-overdue mot-mot (a.k.a. 'emote-emote') time. time to embrace the loner in me. curling up my mp3 player and a tub of ice cream, i soaked in the chaos and serenity that was UP. soccer to the left, kites to the right, frisbees all over the place --- it was THE soothing alternative to tv. i should do this more often.
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[ Sun, April 29 ]
got to (finally) watch Mines' recital (dapat lang, gra-graduate na si mines!). mines, di ko alam kung bakit pa ako nagugulat, pero you were phenomenal! you're one of the rare gems that deserve all the gifts God has given you. :)
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it's the commuter's curse: the (sometimes unwanted) gift of time to zone out and reflect.
what's worse, poring over a question that you know will never get resolved, or not even having the capacity to ponder at all?
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i don't know how i magically converted to a certified homebody. some days, it's really an effort to drag myself out of the house in hope of creating some semblance of a life. dang.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
top 10 great things about boracay
1.) Getting to leave your laptop behind, and shutting your phone for 4 days. Enough said.
2.) The beach, of course. It was like one giant pool, all for the taking. Bahala nang ma-nognog.
3.) Jetskis. Talk about 'road' rage! It was one hell of a driving lesson... can't wait til the next time!
4.) Parasailing. Flight's a beautiful thing. Far from the adrenaline rush I thought it would be, it was relaxing, sedating even. The world's literally at your feet.
5.) Escapism heaven. As I write this, I'm lying on a lounge by the beach, sipping my watermelon cooler, with Jack Johnson in my ear. Need I ask for more?
6.) The parties. Whether it's trance, reggae or simply chill out tunes, Boracay would not be without its shindigs.
7.) Shopping havens. It was just like Greenbelt, only sand was at your feet and everyone's in bikinis.
8.) And speaking of swimwear, the bods. No matter what they say, Boracay is indeed full of beautiful people. It's 300 all over again.
9.) The Boracay stories. These are the souvenirs you can't buy, from the Swirly Bits, the Sand Slumber & the All-Night Laugh-o-Rama. Of course, dear friends, what happens in Boracay, stays in Boracay.
10.) Getting to have it all with your friends. Of course, you can have your fill of the beach, water sports, & parties, but cliche as it might seem, all is meaningless without people to enjoy it with. Thanks to our marvelous PMs, She & Nic for pulling off this long-needed getaway. Although I can't thank you enough, thanks everyone for making this memorable, for making me forget every worry, for just being there. Sa uulitin. :)
2.) The beach, of course. It was like one giant pool, all for the taking. Bahala nang ma-nognog.
3.) Jetskis. Talk about 'road' rage! It was one hell of a driving lesson... can't wait til the next time!
4.) Parasailing. Flight's a beautiful thing. Far from the adrenaline rush I thought it would be, it was relaxing, sedating even. The world's literally at your feet.
5.) Escapism heaven. As I write this, I'm lying on a lounge by the beach, sipping my watermelon cooler, with Jack Johnson in my ear. Need I ask for more?
6.) The parties. Whether it's trance, reggae or simply chill out tunes, Boracay would not be without its shindigs.
7.) Shopping havens. It was just like Greenbelt, only sand was at your feet and everyone's in bikinis.
8.) And speaking of swimwear, the bods. No matter what they say, Boracay is indeed full of beautiful people. It's 300 all over again.
9.) The Boracay stories. These are the souvenirs you can't buy, from the Swirly Bits, the Sand Slumber & the All-Night Laugh-o-Rama. Of course, dear friends, what happens in Boracay, stays in Boracay.
10.) Getting to have it all with your friends. Of course, you can have your fill of the beach, water sports, & parties, but cliche as it might seem, all is meaningless without people to enjoy it with. Thanks to our marvelous PMs, She & Nic for pulling off this long-needed getaway. Although I can't thank you enough, thanks everyone for making this memorable, for making me forget every worry, for just being there. Sa uulitin. :)
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
words, woorden, palabras
whenever i could, i usually hitch a ride home from my cousin. our carpool conversations would usually start with his rants about work, then with my rants about work (or raves -- yes, i do have raves, so sue me). Then a few other random thoughts and debates follow, which usually die down with us singing along with whatever track is playing.
the topic of genres came up, and then my cousin asked me where the word came from. why is it pronounced 'dyan-ra'? is it French? i just replied that it's probably the same explanation for fillet.
i remember a time way back when i was so fixated on learning how kiddos learned to speak. how the hell does a squeaking person learn to enunciate, let alone comprehend what a series of sound means? who invented words? when our ancestors learned to tap their brains, how did they know that a 'rock' is a 'rock' and not, well, a 'genre'? (oh well, rock is a genre, but i digress.)
i remember being so fascinated that i tried to observe my niece as an infant. then i blinked (for some months) and missed the moment. oh well.
now, these things, i could do for work. why didn't i think of being an etymologist as a child? (grr, you job charts, you. is it so hard to squeeze in 'etymologist' between 'doctor' and 'farmer'?) i mean, i used to devour words. i remember looking up strange words in the dictionary and writing them down in alphabetically-indexed cue cards to expand my vocabulary (God, should I stop now before I doom myself to the further depths of nerd-dom? i should be right about the 4th bolgia now.) it's a thrill just knowing the wealth of insight, culture and insinuations behind the words we just take for granted daily.
programming, i could do as a sideline. haha. oh well, who ever said that a person is destined for only one career?
the topic of genres came up, and then my cousin asked me where the word came from. why is it pronounced 'dyan-ra'? is it French? i just replied that it's probably the same explanation for fillet.
i remember a time way back when i was so fixated on learning how kiddos learned to speak. how the hell does a squeaking person learn to enunciate, let alone comprehend what a series of sound means? who invented words? when our ancestors learned to tap their brains, how did they know that a 'rock' is a 'rock' and not, well, a 'genre'? (oh well, rock is a genre, but i digress.)
i remember being so fascinated that i tried to observe my niece as an infant. then i blinked (for some months) and missed the moment. oh well.
now, these things, i could do for work. why didn't i think of being an etymologist as a child? (grr, you job charts, you. is it so hard to squeeze in 'etymologist' between 'doctor' and 'farmer'?) i mean, i used to devour words. i remember looking up strange words in the dictionary and writing them down in alphabetically-indexed cue cards to expand my vocabulary (God, should I stop now before I doom myself to the further depths of nerd-dom? i should be right about the 4th bolgia now.) it's a thrill just knowing the wealth of insight, culture and insinuations behind the words we just take for granted daily.
programming, i could do as a sideline. haha. oh well, who ever said that a person is destined for only one career?
Saturday, March 31, 2007
tea fix
Call me a sellout. The former cheapster now feels at home at coffee shops. Maybe I should decorate my room to look like one (jotting down To-Do #000839x31).
It's not to drink coffee though; I'm in the mid of trying to be a tea-drinker. Just a shift of mindset, I guess. It all started with that first sip of Coffee Bean's Chai Tea Latte (behold power, for those yet to be bewitched), but I'm trying to take it in without sugar & milk. A slow, but progressing, process.
Maybe it's just something with getting older that you start to appreciate what's bitter. Fresh milk over Nido. Dark Chocolate over Baby Ruth. Heartbreak over illusions. You get the drift.
It's not to drink coffee though; I'm in the mid of trying to be a tea-drinker. Just a shift of mindset, I guess. It all started with that first sip of Coffee Bean's Chai Tea Latte (behold power, for those yet to be bewitched), but I'm trying to take it in without sugar & milk. A slow, but progressing, process.
Maybe it's just something with getting older that you start to appreciate what's bitter. Fresh milk over Nido. Dark Chocolate over Baby Ruth. Heartbreak over illusions. You get the drift.
Friday, March 23, 2007
petix mode
Amidst half-sleepiness (or half-awakedness, if you're an optimist), one question dawned upon me earlier, one which I feel is long due: what's so wrong with being ordinary?
As a child, my parents never bugged me to get high grades. Yet I did choose to drown myself in deadlines, contests, responsibilities and even more responsibilities. I have no idea how I turned out to be a total square.
Yet now, all I want is to, well, the word that comes to mind is float. No more dreams of grandeur, or wide recognition. Just being. Just chilling.
Sometimes it alarms me that I don't have any plans at all. Haven't really thought of career advancements or the like. Don't really care if I get moved up any time soon. Nada. Totally unlike the grade-schoolish me.
I guess the pressure wore off once I stopped the lame attempts to impress people (call it a knee-jerk bunso thing). Once I discovered that I am indeed innately selfish, that only I could define happiness for me, all hangups wore off. And I am glad for that -- although I wasted all the cranial capacity God has given me, the realization did wonders for my mental health.
I admit, this new outlook can be a little scary (what if regret finding myself amounting to nothing at all? what if i just become another echo?). The good thing is, once I realize that all the questions begin with 'what if', they get auto-dismissed by this new outlook too. Convenient.
I remember reading somewhere that the world doesn't really need more successful people. What it really needs are happy people to be a happy place. I guess I'm still doing my part after all.
As a child, my parents never bugged me to get high grades. Yet I did choose to drown myself in deadlines, contests, responsibilities and even more responsibilities. I have no idea how I turned out to be a total square.
Yet now, all I want is to, well, the word that comes to mind is float. No more dreams of grandeur, or wide recognition. Just being. Just chilling.
Sometimes it alarms me that I don't have any plans at all. Haven't really thought of career advancements or the like. Don't really care if I get moved up any time soon. Nada. Totally unlike the grade-schoolish me.
I guess the pressure wore off once I stopped the lame attempts to impress people (call it a knee-jerk bunso thing). Once I discovered that I am indeed innately selfish, that only I could define happiness for me, all hangups wore off. And I am glad for that -- although I wasted all the cranial capacity God has given me, the realization did wonders for my mental health.
I admit, this new outlook can be a little scary (what if regret finding myself amounting to nothing at all? what if i just become another echo?). The good thing is, once I realize that all the questions begin with 'what if', they get auto-dismissed by this new outlook too. Convenient.
I remember reading somewhere that the world doesn't really need more successful people. What it really needs are happy people to be a happy place. I guess I'm still doing my part after all.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
questions, questions
how could you turn something like this (look above left) into this (look above right)?!? *sigh* don't worry, rodrigo, we still love you. haha.
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nahihirapan ka bang mag-ipon kamo?
try this crazy gizmo - it's an alarm clock that won't stop beeping unless you put a few coins in. mwehehe. balang araw magkakaron ka na rin ng limpak-limpak na piso.
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ever visited by a ghost of the past?
an officemate who had a sister who was a paulinian found the ad astra booklet we published for pauliworld a while back. yes, the ancient gs/hs campus paper days. yikes. at kamusta naman, the first page he flipped to had my poem. YUKK. paki-tapon. alalahanin immature at angsty pa ko nun. mwehehe. i could just imagine it with all its rhyming lines na pilit. yuck talaga. haha.
well, once college stepped in, the writing stopped to flow for some reason. whether it was the lack of academic requirements, change of environment, or maybe even bitterness over a certain poet (haha), i'll never get to figure it out. i didn't even join the college paper. the only time i really wrote was for a creative writing course, and my poems got the lowest scores among everything i've written for that class. haha. but at least i got the muse going again, even for just a brief nano-moment. if you want to know how truly sappy i am (or if you're looking for several minutes of masakit-sa-tiyan tawa), check out the said CW poems below:
Unpretend
Solace
alone can hear
whimpers of the true self
Unmask the sheep in wolf's clothing
Release.
MRT Cabin
One hand grips
a flimsy loop.
Other's on womb.
Chivalry's
long dead.
Thee Who Polishes My Shoes
Wise child of the road
Look at you, too strong to cry
You're worth more than I
Saturday, March 03, 2007
ditto
Breakdown
Jack Johnson
I hope this old train breaks down
then I could take a walk around
and, see what there is to see
time is just a melody
With all the people in the street
walking fast as their feet can take them
I just roll through town
And though my window's got a view
Well the frame I'm looking through
seems to have no concern for now
so for now I
I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down
Well this engine screams out loud
Centipede gonna crawl westbound
so I dont even make a sound
Because its gunna sting me when I leave this town
And all the people in the street
that I'll never get to meet
if these tracks dont bend somehow
and I got no time
that I got to get to
where I dont need to be
So I
I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down
I need this
old train to breakdown
oh please just
let me please breakdown
I want to break on down
but I cant stop now
let me break on down
But you cant stop nothing
if you got no control
of the thoughts in your mind
that you kept and you know
you dont know nothing
but you dont need to know
the wisdom's in the trees
not the glass windows
You can't stop wishing
If you don't let go
of the things that you find
and you lose, and you know
you keep on rolling
put the moment on hold
the frame's too bright
so put the blinds down low
I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down
I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down
I want to break on down
but I cant stop now
Jack Johnson
I hope this old train breaks down
then I could take a walk around
and, see what there is to see
time is just a melody
With all the people in the street
walking fast as their feet can take them
I just roll through town
And though my window's got a view
Well the frame I'm looking through
seems to have no concern for now
so for now I
I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down
Well this engine screams out loud
Centipede gonna crawl westbound
so I dont even make a sound
Because its gunna sting me when I leave this town
And all the people in the street
that I'll never get to meet
if these tracks dont bend somehow
and I got no time
that I got to get to
where I dont need to be
So I
I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down
I need this
old train to breakdown
oh please just
let me please breakdown
I want to break on down
but I cant stop now
let me break on down
But you cant stop nothing
if you got no control
of the thoughts in your mind
that you kept and you know
you dont know nothing
but you dont need to know
the wisdom's in the trees
not the glass windows
You can't stop wishing
If you don't let go
of the things that you find
and you lose, and you know
you keep on rolling
put the moment on hold
the frame's too bright
so put the blinds down low
I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down
I need this
old train to break down
oh please just
let me please break down
I want to break on down
but I cant stop now
weekly digest 02.25 - 03.03
had one of the weirdest mondays ever. heartbreak's a weird word to describe it, but it surely is the closest. it's the feeling you had when you found out for yourself that there's no santa claus.
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went to uplb for the company talk last thurs. haven't seen so many org shirts in a while; didn't think i'd miss wearing identical shirts. haha. i didn't realize i missed the scene that much --- the aloofness everyone carries while they walk. that look that says 'i'm going to change the world, just you watch out'. as jill put it, feeling like an adult without adult responsibilities. hay. oh well. at least i got my original buko pie.
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the friday's ride to the office made it to one of the weirdest fx rides EVER. it seemed that everyone's cellphone had to go off (including mine, which was at full volume). one girl answered her phone and mumbled something about a hospital. when she hung up, the guy next to her goes, 'sinong na-ospital?'. she never answered; it was later when i realized that these two weren't together. how's that for feeling close? haha. creepy.
also got to know how the local 'kanto boys' felt when everyone eyed them. deprived of a life that friday night, we went to the 7-11 on the corner for our 'lunch break' and well, let's just say we hung out. haha. went back to the office, had a round of poker using pushpins for chips. haha. sinong desperado? :op
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just slept my whole saturday am. after 2 whole NALA weeks, what do you expect? :)
went to uplb for the company talk last thurs. haven't seen so many org shirts in a while; didn't think i'd miss wearing identical shirts. haha. i didn't realize i missed the scene that much --- the aloofness everyone carries while they walk. that look that says 'i'm going to change the world, just you watch out'. as jill put it, feeling like an adult without adult responsibilities. hay. oh well. at least i got my original buko pie.
the friday's ride to the office made it to one of the weirdest fx rides EVER. it seemed that everyone's cellphone had to go off (including mine, which was at full volume). one girl answered her phone and mumbled something about a hospital. when she hung up, the guy next to her goes, 'sinong na-ospital?'. she never answered; it was later when i realized that these two weren't together. how's that for feeling close? haha. creepy.
also got to know how the local 'kanto boys' felt when everyone eyed them. deprived of a life that friday night, we went to the 7-11 on the corner for our 'lunch break' and well, let's just say we hung out. haha. went back to the office, had a round of poker using pushpins for chips. haha. sinong desperado? :op
just slept my whole saturday am. after 2 whole NALA weeks, what do you expect? :)
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
new record
my hair's at its shortest ever. i could think of a dozen guy friends whose hair is longer than mine right now. haha. oh well, keri lang. remind me to not read while having my hair cut next time. :)
Thursday, February 15, 2007
feeling light
it's funny how the sky cleared up looking up from the window in my nook. it was just as i cleared my today-turned-to-do-turned-pending list to just 2 remaining tasks. *sigh* what a relief to reconnect finally with sanity. *pwera usog*
spent valentine's with bugsy yesterday. yes, love in all its forms is the ultimate refresher.
also had the chance to bond with SWAT last weekend at Vic's in tagaytay, doing what we all ultimately wanted to do --- bum around together. movie marathon + chow + videoke + drinks = happy bum fest. =)
jan, mike and i met up with kian and denise to climb mt. talamitam in nasugbu the next day. what can i say? chow + reststop + photo ops = happy sorta bum fest part 2. :o)
Ish: Tayo ba ang nawawala, o yung trail?
Kian: Hindi tayo nawawala, yung trail yung nawawala!
Tama.
want pics? then check this out: http://picasaweb.google.com/ishgagno
or check this out: http://www.youtube.com/v/mtGY44OOpRg.
spent valentine's with bugsy yesterday. yes, love in all its forms is the ultimate refresher.
also had the chance to bond with SWAT last weekend at Vic's in tagaytay, doing what we all ultimately wanted to do --- bum around together. movie marathon + chow + videoke + drinks = happy bum fest. =)
jan, mike and i met up with kian and denise to climb mt. talamitam in nasugbu the next day. what can i say? chow + reststop + photo ops = happy sorta bum fest part 2. :o)
Ish: Tayo ba ang nawawala, o yung trail?
Kian: Hindi tayo nawawala, yung trail yung nawawala!
Tama.
want pics? then check this out: http://picasaweb.google.com/ishgagno
or check this out: http://www.youtube.com/v/mtGY44OOpRg.
Friday, February 09, 2007
just unreal
check out this pic at http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap070205.html. someone managed to catch a pic of a comet in between the fireworks and a lightning storm. it just blew my mind. sometimes miracles do happen.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Losers' Club Pa Rin
Kaye Roxas-SK/PGI: anong shift mo?
Ish Gagno-P/PGI: haha, don't ask
Ish Gagno-P/PGI: :op
Kaye Roxas-SK/PGI: global?
Ish Gagno-P/PGI: =))
Salamat mga Ka-SwAT sa pagpapangiti sa kin kahit nakasimangot nanaman ako tuwing hapon. Salamat Rhea at Liz (mabuhay Triad!) sa pagpapalimot sa kin na talo ko pa si Manong Guard sa gising points pa lang. Salamat Laboy Team (a.k.a. The Escapists) dahil nandyan ka. Hay salamat, nandyan kayo.
Ish Gagno-P/PGI: haha, don't ask
Ish Gagno-P/PGI: :op
Kaye Roxas-SK/PGI: global?
Ish Gagno-P/PGI: =))
Salamat mga Ka-SwAT sa pagpapangiti sa kin kahit nakasimangot nanaman ako tuwing hapon. Salamat Rhea at Liz (mabuhay Triad!) sa pagpapalimot sa kin na talo ko pa si Manong Guard sa gising points pa lang. Salamat Laboy Team (a.k.a. The Escapists) dahil nandyan ka. Hay salamat, nandyan kayo.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
truman show
Dear Patricia,
Here is your horoscope
for Tuesday, January 30:
It takes a lot of courage and heart to work through an issue, especially when the roots of it go stubbornly deep. Keep at it, however. Afterward, you'll see that your character is stronger than it ever was.
that was from the daily horoscope email. tamang-tama, pagkaupo ko pa lang dito, issue na agad kaharap ko. haha. pag minsan talaga swak, parang na-sitcom nanaman ako. haha.
Monday, January 29, 2007
livELY
i knew i wanted a night out, but i never thought i'll be here. on a rare whim to go out and get my nails done, tons sent a shoutout for manpower volunteers for a benefit concert for ely buendia. hmm, nails or bands? duh.
an hour later, i found myself going around eastwood with a collection box (how apt, it's sunday), giving a pitch to people to dole out for ely's operation after his heart attack. his bill's beyond 1M, i heard.
collecting was the easy part. trying hard not to get starstruck as you find yourself next to parokya, rivermaya, marcus adoro, dicta license, kamikazee, direk joyce bernal & ricky lee was the challenge. i never was a cellphone junkie, but i never wished so hard for a decent camera phone -- most of the pics i took were blurred or beyond comprehension.
collaboration was a concept our leaders today could learn from these guys. someone needs help -- lose the ego, let's get together and do something. these guys were nice enough to squeeze through the crowd and pass the boxes themselves (mike egar, astig ka! :) )
ely was listening to the whole gig from the hospital. to do his part, he sent a message saying that he was going to give half of the proceeds to another charity. wow. i think i never forgave you for leaving eheads, but it must be said, astig ka dude.
rock on.
an hour later, i found myself going around eastwood with a collection box (how apt, it's sunday), giving a pitch to people to dole out for ely's operation after his heart attack. his bill's beyond 1M, i heard.
collecting was the easy part. trying hard not to get starstruck as you find yourself next to parokya, rivermaya, marcus adoro, dicta license, kamikazee, direk joyce bernal & ricky lee was the challenge. i never was a cellphone junkie, but i never wished so hard for a decent camera phone -- most of the pics i took were blurred or beyond comprehension.
collaboration was a concept our leaders today could learn from these guys. someone needs help -- lose the ego, let's get together and do something. these guys were nice enough to squeeze through the crowd and pass the boxes themselves (mike egar, astig ka! :) )
ely was listening to the whole gig from the hospital. to do his part, he sent a message saying that he was going to give half of the proceeds to another charity. wow. i think i never forgave you for leaving eheads, but it must be said, astig ka dude.
rock on.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
am in one of my rare sunny moods
just came from an all-nighter from tidoy's. after a mind-numbing week of having actual work at work, it was what i needed. after the expected binging, we had a round of bailey's and other spirits then we caught up with each other. bugsy's probably the only group i could talk to so casually & sincerely about the philippine economy, crime rate, hope for our country, basic good and evil, and not let it all be small talk. we could go on all night (actually, we did til around 3-4 am.)
i learned that 2007 was the year of karma. hmm, both scary and exciting. things have been so far good for me; life must have been really bad to me back then. :p
life doesn't always have to be so hard. it's a choice. sometimes, a choice to be happy or a choice to be justified. sometimes i can be so stubbornly optimistic -- i don't if that's bad or good, but it works for me. better to drown in naivete rather than indulgee in self-inflicted pain.
i learned that 2007 was the year of karma. hmm, both scary and exciting. things have been so far good for me; life must have been really bad to me back then. :p
life doesn't always have to be so hard. it's a choice. sometimes, a choice to be happy or a choice to be justified. sometimes i can be so stubbornly optimistic -- i don't if that's bad or good, but it works for me. better to drown in naivete rather than indulgee in self-inflicted pain.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Duty Manager, Losers Club
let's just ignore the fact that it's the weekend. i'm just happy to work with some sun in my face, for a change.
i'm currently rekindling my romance with NU 107 now... i totally dig track after track. i could not comprehend how i could have let go.
i'm currently rekindling my romance with NU 107 now... i totally dig track after track. i could not comprehend how i could have let go.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
ups and downs
[ disclaimer: this blog is not optimized for sense at all, so if you're looking for something of that sort, scoot. ]
it must be said -- it's really not fun to have a full town-fiesta-marching-band wake you up in the morning. it's bad enough that they come in the wee hours; they have to come around again at noon and at 3 pm. darnit, don't you have another route?! boo.
i'm on an OC binge. i organized my to-do list, made an hour-for-hour timeline of my week, and narrowed down my to-follow-up mail from 26 to 10. that's a big YEY! :)
it must be said -- it's really not fun to have a full town-fiesta-marching-band wake you up in the morning. it's bad enough that they come in the wee hours; they have to come around again at noon and at 3 pm. darnit, don't you have another route?! boo.
i'm on an OC binge. i organized my to-do list, made an hour-for-hour timeline of my week, and narrowed down my to-follow-up mail from 26 to 10. that's a big YEY! :)
Saturday, January 20, 2007
weekly digest
never had the knack for being gracefully coy. i've always been the awkward ugly duckling (of course that statement alone assumes that i have the hope of turning into a swan one day).
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old habits do die hard. during my PL/SQL training this week, every time my instructor would mention 'cursor', i would knee-jerk-edly reply with a mental 'SEXY!'.
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when you're drunk, everything comes in episodes.
first is the urge to numb out the pounding in your head.
next you find yourself having one. then one more. then what the heck, one more.
an hour later, you're tomato-red and constantly denying you're tipsy.
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how did i get here? zone out. pauwi na ba ko?
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whoa, projectile yun ah. now my shoes give a whole new meaning to 'puke green' (as opposed to Sir's lumot green shirt).
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then wake up (groggily, of course) and pull yourself together for another day for pounding.
* repeat cycle *
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old habits do die hard. during my PL/SQL training this week, every time my instructor would mention 'cursor', i would knee-jerk-edly reply with a mental 'SEXY!'.
***
when you're drunk, everything comes in episodes.
first is the urge to numb out the pounding in your head.
next you find yourself having one. then one more. then what the heck, one more.
an hour later, you're tomato-red and constantly denying you're tipsy.
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how did i get here? zone out. pauwi na ba ko?
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whoa, projectile yun ah. now my shoes give a whole new meaning to 'puke green' (as opposed to Sir's lumot green shirt).
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then wake up (groggily, of course) and pull yourself together for another day for pounding.
* repeat cycle *
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
The UP Department of Computer Science Holds Its First Alumni Homecoming
Twenty-six years since its creation, the UP Diliman Department of Computer Science (DCS) is finally holding an alumni homecoming on the 24th of February 2007 at its new home, the College of Engineering Library and Computer Science Building. (FYI, that building is right in front of National Institute of Geological Sciences (NIGS) and the College of Science Library and Administration building.) Registration starts at 3, while the program will begin at 4pm.
You can read the invitation letter from Prof. Evangel Quiwa that’s been passed around to the alumni in Sir Rom’s blog. Actually, there are two more versions of the invitation letter: one reiterated by the Department Chair, Dr. Cedric Festin, and another detailing of a very special surprise for the Department’s most-loved teacher—guess who! (I’ve already mentioned him here!)
If you haven’t registered yet, better do it soon! Here are the latest details on registration and payment for the event (dated January 5):
P 400.00 if reserved by the end of the year and paid by the end of January 2007;
P 500.00 if bought by the end of January 2007;
P 600.00 if bought in February.
All you have to do is to reserve and to get the discounted rates (before February) is to send an e-mail to homecoming.register@updcsaa.com
…The tickets for the homecoming will be out late next week. For those who would like to pay prior to the release of the tickets, you have two options:
(1) Direct payment to Mila Ramos at the CS Department
(2) Bank deposit to Philippine National Bank
Account Number: 275-830501-8
Account Name: Diliman Computer Science Foundation
Please email your name, number of tickets, date, amount and transaction number (first line of the machine validation) of the deposit slip to homecoming.register@updcsaa.com
Upon availability, tickets may be claimed from Mila Ramos during office hours at the CS Department. Alternatively, you can get it on the homecoming itself. In any case, you need to show the receipt for option (1) and deposit slip containing the transaction number for option (2).
For registration inquiries, please email homecoming.register@updcsaa.com
You can read the invitation letter from Prof. Evangel Quiwa that’s been passed around to the alumni in Sir Rom’s blog. Actually, there are two more versions of the invitation letter: one reiterated by the Department Chair, Dr. Cedric Festin, and another detailing of a very special surprise for the Department’s most-loved teacher—guess who! (I’ve already mentioned him here!)
If you haven’t registered yet, better do it soon! Here are the latest details on registration and payment for the event (dated January 5):
P 400.00 if reserved by the end of the year and paid by the end of January 2007;
P 500.00 if bought by the end of January 2007;
P 600.00 if bought in February.
All you have to do is to reserve and to get the discounted rates (before February) is to send an e-mail to homecoming.register@updcsaa.com
…The tickets for the homecoming will be out late next week. For those who would like to pay prior to the release of the tickets, you have two options:
(1) Direct payment to Mila Ramos at the CS Department
(2) Bank deposit to Philippine National Bank
Account Number: 275-830501-8
Account Name: Diliman Computer Science Foundation
Please email your name, number of tickets, date, amount and transaction number (first line of the machine validation) of the deposit slip to homecoming.register@updcsaa.com
Upon availability, tickets may be claimed from Mila Ramos during office hours at the CS Department. Alternatively, you can get it on the homecoming itself. In any case, you need to show the receipt for option (1) and deposit slip containing the transaction number for option (2).
For registration inquiries, please email homecoming.register@updcsaa.com
Sunday, January 07, 2007
ramblings on a sunday morning
i'm using the old Tecra laptop. i don't know how i could have survived college with this. i could race tidoy's turtle with this and the turtle will win. *gapang gapang* sheesh.
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Lord, help me survive the insanity of a Gagno life and the monotony of an Ish life.
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pain is there for a reason. it reminds us how good things really are. after all the drama and hullabaloo, it makes us lucid enough to see the bigger picture.
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Am currently drowning myself in Pinikpikan & Grace Nono.
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i'm no expert in bass, but i could kiss the feet of Kala's bassist. i play their tracks over and over and it's all i hear.
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I don't know when I started to forget birthdays. Probably around the same time I ditched my planner & my watch.
Sometimes, I just feel like I'm losing it. Other times, I feel like I make a big deal out of everything (probably more so when I'm bored). But nevertheless, I still feel like I'm losing it.
Eeeek, Ish, keep it together. I better climb something, somewhere soon.
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Lord, help me survive the insanity of a Gagno life and the monotony of an Ish life.
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pain is there for a reason. it reminds us how good things really are. after all the drama and hullabaloo, it makes us lucid enough to see the bigger picture.
======
Am currently drowning myself in Pinikpikan & Grace Nono.
======
i'm no expert in bass, but i could kiss the feet of Kala's bassist. i play their tracks over and over and it's all i hear.
======
I don't know when I started to forget birthdays. Probably around the same time I ditched my planner & my watch.
Sometimes, I just feel like I'm losing it. Other times, I feel like I make a big deal out of everything (probably more so when I'm bored). But nevertheless, I still feel like I'm losing it.
Eeeek, Ish, keep it together. I better climb something, somewhere soon.
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