What's in your birthdate?

I'm sorry, but i have to post this blogthing. I was just taken aback on what it stated.

Lo and behold:

Your Birthdate: June 11

Spiritual and thoughtful, you tend to take a step back from the world. You're very sensitive to what's going on around you, yet you remain calm. Although you are brilliant, it may take you a while to find your niche. Your creativity is supreme, but it sometimes makes it hard for you to get things done. Your strength: Your inner peace Your weakness: You get stuck in the clouds Your power color: Emerald Your power symbol: Leaf Your power month: November

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Scary... yet silly...

What's in a name?

Let's take a breather from very spaced out blog entries to some of the mundane/insane aspects of life:

juno-san -- [noun]: A poltergeist sent back in time to change the course of history forever and/or A hermit living in the big city 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

seems like it. whatcha think!?

Does anyone know where they're going?

It is the week of merciless scourging of transgressors, Where filipino religious fanaticism is at its finest, where people label other people hypocrites and in turn call the other faithless waywards. I found myself catching the MRT's last trip to neverwhere. After hours of walking and aimless sauntering with a friend, I got sore feet. Dying to get it back home.

I am surrounded by a pool of empty faces yet full of thoughts. Thoughts of how to get by life, of what to eat the next day, or whatever else i may wonder of them thinking. While I, on the other hand, reflect on my own concept of divinity. It was the holy week after all.

Funny that I realize that every person may have his/her own journey to plan and think of. To be brought together by a single metaphor. Within a train that brings people to their destination. No matter how different our live were, we have a single purpose. To get to where we needed to be.
And how to get there is the challenge. And of course, where to go is the problem. Does anybody know where to go? The holy week is the time for self reflection and discovery. Other absurdities come after. Sometimes we may find our answers. Most of the time we don't. I guess how we find our answers may be part of each person's journey and enjoying that voyage is a necessity. For all we know, the answers we desperately seek may be just under our noses, reeking of its sweet elusive stench. And those answers are not meant to be discovered, but rather yearned.

I dismissed my deepening thoughts as I reached my destination. Setting it aside for another day. Then, my nose twitched.

waiting for a meteor to hit me

Over a cup of coffee and cigarettes:

The greatest enemy that you will ever have is neither your bestfriend nor your devious arch-enemy, but rather the person that you should know best, which is yourself.

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weirdly enough, i was at a coffeeshop in Alabang, alone. And for the first time in ages, I am at a loss for words regardless of the solitude that I treasure dearly.

Fortunately, a friend of mine works there as a branch manager. I got a free drink. though I have no intentions of abusing this newly discovered power. (hehehe)

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Drinking the sweet-sour taste of the drink I eagerly drown myself in, I try to fade into the background. Waiting for inspiration to tap me on my shoulders.

Looking at a mini-pond with a lot swimming carps, I heaved a sigh. Wishing the world was just a big body of water. Everybody would just swim around. Drifitng left, right, up and down. Without gravity making its presence felt.

Leaves falling down around me, as if dancing along a requiem.


Good thing I have my camera fixed now. Got to go to those workshops soon. I should buy me a Flash. I love Photography. Moments captured, trapped in time and space. I wish I could be caught, too in that certain dimension once in a while.

Frozen amidst silent beauty. At a loss for words.

Finding meaning in meaning

I remember when i was back in high school, i knew someone who, after buying a glass of soda, got a 10 peso bill with his name on it after using it to pay for something months before. Coincidence or not? Either way he kept it in his wallet claiming it to be a lucky charm. To this day, i guess he still has it, though i don't know if it ever has any effect whatsoever with his life. I don't even know his number.

A lot of things may happen to us. Some just breeze by, others leave a bruise, the rest even leave a stain on our very oh so vulnerable unconscious. With all these things giving us the heads up, sometimes we try to find meaning in every single thing that ever happens. Perhaps, it is a coping mechanism of sorts? or just my mind trying to decipher fragments of my life that are left unattended, gathering dust.

Perceivably, it is one's nature to understand his environment. Although my question would always be; "are we supposed to understand?". Is it man's destiny to somehow stumble upon the formula to life's mysteries? or doomed to discover it a little too late?

sometimes we give meaning to things in order to validate that our long yearned desires are fulfilled. That down times may happen because it is what is supposed to happen in order to attain a goal.

But what if failures just happened to be failures and luck is luck? Are we then philosophizing like idiots in a lonely cage?

Sometimes we give too much meaning in every single thing that we may encounter. Regardless of the possibility of it not holding any significance to our lives. Sometimes we interpret things too much that in translating latin into english we get aramaic. Or perhaps, we say that we have an apple tree in front of us instead of a Lemon. I guess we sometimes want to give meaning to stuff around us to give assurance to our insecure selves that everything is fine and things are going our way.

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Always, (and i mean always) I often wonder why do I have friends so diverse. I often notice other people flocking together bound by their same interests and ideals. While I have so many different types of people in my circle we don't have much common interests.

I seem to be drawn to diverse people. Meeting each and everyone like reading different books. One may take you to the walls of French palaces while the other guides you through the streets of New York. I guess it can be a blessing.

A blessing that could take you out of your box and present to you different perspectives. A blessing that would help me grow as a person. Creating adventures in different shapes and sizes. Perhaps, I am lucky to have known something beyond that I am used to.

Indeed, like minds may think alike and may enjoy each other's company. But, diverse minds see beyond what is on the horizon, cutting edge.

Yeba!

Blog fasting

After weeks of bitter silence, I am now breaking the chain. A time for me to serve up an endless barrage of senseless tirade of nothingness from my genious/heinous mind.

and the best way to jumpstart a broken silence i believe is to post something that would be an evidence of narcissistic devices.

My Johari Window. The fruits of my never ending quirkiness and insecurities ( asus!). And of course this is the result of pesky lobbying from diverse and patient friends. *blink*

anyways, lo and behold! a meaningless blog! tee-hee...

Arena (known to self and others) accepting, friendly, mature, observant, searching	Blind Spot (known only to others) adaptable, bold, brave, calm, caring, cheerful, clever, complex, confident, dependable, energetic, extroverted, happy, helpful, idealistic, intelligent, kind, knowledgeable, loving, quiet, reflective, relaxed, responsive, self-conscious, silly, trustworthy, warm, witty
Façade (known only to self)	Unknown (known to nobody) able, dignified, giving, independent, ingenious, introverted, logical, modest, nervous, organised, patient, powerful, proud, religious, self-assertive, sensible, sentimental, shy, spontaneous, sympathetic, tense, wise

Dominant Traits

58% of people agree that Junosan is friendly

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Created by the Interactive Johari Window on 30.3.2006, using data from 12 respondents.
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why do i care?

Why is it these shows like Survivor, fear factor, Big brother, etc. are claiming to be "reality based" programs when everybody is in front of the camera everyday, every minute and second? Do you think people would act "real" (ok, be themselves) when a very big camera and every single citizen of this insane world is listening and keeping an eye on everything you do and say? I don't think so.

Besides, these people were chosen for the shows after an audition. Like any other movie or television show. A way of controlling variables. And of controlling people. What would making a young hopeful dance around in front of a lot of people do? Why would you want to see people undress in front of you faster than you could say "oh my god!". Wait, anybody would want that, so scratch that one. Carefully selecting people would be tampering yet again the concept of being "reality based". If producers want something real to serve up to their audience, they should have just handpicked people off the streets in a random fashion and hit them hard with the show's concept without giving them time to internalize the thing or even, breathe. Now, let us see how the subjects would react.

People seem to enjoy watching these quasishows. They are actually amused with what they are seeing. I guess they just felt that those on television are more real (or they want it to be) than what they have in this godforsaken society. A society of circus politics and absurd psyches. And let me make it clear that I am not in any way dissing these shows. I wouldn't want to give them the satisfaction of having that from me. It is just me foraging through my thoughts to escape my deadpan life. Yes, it is sad, yet true.

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I should really consider shifting into visual arts or film. I feel I have the passion for it and people say I have the "eye" for it. Then that leaves me to just try it.

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I really need a "personal computer" of my own. Invaders are out of control and have walked past the red zone. Fire in the hole people! And of course, I am yet again lashing out incoherent and undecipherable thoughts. I need to set a direction for myself.

My Liberation Front

I finally did it. I am officially a bum.

After days of contemplation, I handed over my resignation to my boss and we parted ways amicably. It seems that I am free to do whatever I want right now. Time to hit my ever growing pile of books and DVD's. One good thing is that I managed to save a little bit of money from my salary that could sustain my bum life for a while.

Bagiuo seems to be a tempting destination for my first adventure as a bum.

And yet reality smacks me in the butt. Sooner or later I would have to reconcile myself back to the already long list of unemployed. Whether I like it or not, I have to acknowledge an already big pile of bills and responsibilities and make sure that it doesn't gather dust by the corner of the dreaded side of reality.

Delusions are nice while they last and it may flit away anytime without prior notice. Thus, I will be going back to the drawing board as mirages of a good life disintegrates into thin air. I might as well savor every second of my pseudoblissful existence.

down the dumps, Dreaming and Thumbsucking

Sometimes I just do not know what I want anymore. I do not even know what's good for me either. This situation that I have has put me through a lot of emotional and mental turmoil that I could not even spring back into action. I am in a rut. Seriously.

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Soul searching in the Philippines in this day and age is starting to get a little bit challenging. Besides being bombarded with politicians barking at each other like bitches in heat, there is this strong feeling of waning freedom. Prices of basic needs are annoyingly expensive. It is as if you do not have the right to enjoy life anymore. Knowing that, people can't afford to enjoy the bum life anymore(or a pseudo one if you may...), unless you're lucky enough to be born an heir to an empire, and your vocabulary consists only of: shopping, vacation, gimmik, havaiana's, Paris, etc.. You've got your whole life covered.

But, how about those people who are born with only their thumbs to suck? Don't they deserve to get the chance to at least lick the back of a silver spoon? And of course I am off topic again. That's not my point. Let me try it again. Sometimes you have to realize that you need money to get to do whatever you want. People nowadays are feeling the oppression of obligation. Obligation to work. Even artists have to make a living in order to support what they love to do lest they meet their demise. Money seems to control every aspect of our lives. Does freedom have a price now?

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Sometimes, if you surrender yourself to your imagination, wonders may seem to never cease. Save for you being jolted up into consciousness as reality smites you in the butt. You have quite a good alternative to just hitting youself with a frying pan as you slip away into a comma, braindead. Though, with the day and age we are in right now, being braindead is an understatement.

caffeine, convenience and the cosmos

Ingrid told me a story about an experience she and her friend, Paola, had with McDonald's coffee. The coffee was so bland they had to pour in instant 3-in-1 coffee mix thingies. Then I made a comment that that is the reason why I only buy coffee from Starbux, Seattle's etc. It is true. Considering they are coffee addicts and all. Those upscale establishments are the only ones who can satisfy their caffeine fixation. And yet they have to retaliate with the "sosyal" angle. And of course, I wouldn't want that to let it pass. So I related that I also buy coffee in ministop since I do not like buying in 711 anymore.

And speaking of buying from 711. Once I tried purchasing a pack of cigs from the nearest 711 store since I ran out of stash during lunch time.
When I got to the counter after minutes of falling in line, they broke the news that they do not have change for my 500 bucks. Like, c'mon... it is just a few hundred bucks. They are located in the middle of Makati's Central Business district and they are telling me they do not have change. Right.

But wait, there's more. They wanted me to purchase other stuff. I smelled conspiracy! I realized that they are virtually mugging me and that ministop has the decency to always have some extra change. That moment I said "nevermind, I'll just go to ministop. They have change there" and the cashier gave me a smirk. Thus, my resolution not to buy from 711 again. Talk about taking out convenience from "convenience store".

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Print media has been saying it. Friends have been telling it. Even the conspiratorial forces of the cosmos have been moving in favor of it. Perhaps, it is about time for me to believe it. I am bound to make a career shift. Though it is not clear yet where to move on. I guess I have to roll with the wheel of time as it ticks. Tick tock! One day at a time as they say. I need to patch up some holes and de-tangle some strings.

First step: Summit Media. Then, everything else. Harr...

Word for the Day: Blogwhore!

Another day of nonstop typing ensued. We had to draft a report for work today and it ate the whole day. I even wonder why I am still trying to fill up space here. I am starting to be a blogwhore! ooohh.. new word, new word! I am tired being called a camwhore anyways, it has started to feel like a cliche. With the digital cameras sprouting all around plus different friendsteresque websites present in cyberspace, the word starts to get outdated and obsolete. Well, so much for the age of technology. Harr...

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Last night, I did some contemplation on myself and whatever that I could grasp onto. I did a lot of thinking for one day. (And yes, I do think, lots of it and I have the accessory called the brain to do it with.) My mind got transfixed onto stuff that I do, stuff that I want to do and stuff that i felt i can do. A lot of insecurities ran wildly around my mind like a bunch of geese running around trying to get away from evil people like for example, chefs. Anyways, it is the worst thing that could ever happen to you. Losing the drive to do something that you think that you enjoy. Like a car with an empty gas tank.

Evil thoughts play madly inside my head. When is it about time to realize that some things are not for you? When do you admit to yourself that you are not good enough? When do you give up on something? Is it enough that you witness other talented people around you reaping praises while you on the other hand get a slight pat on the back? How do you gauge your abilities amidst a very competitive environment?

After getting tired on playing with those thoughts, I slept soundly. As if not wanting to wake up. Wishing my dreams to expand until the ends of time. Then, as if only a couple of minutes transpired, I woke up. Realizing that another day has started. Admiting to myself that people can't stay in the realm of dreams for long. It is time again to survive another day.

Thinking that I have to do something to make reality better than my dreams.

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Early this morning, i got a YM message from a friend sending me a link to check out. My friend meant for me to watch an animated short film. though, what i downloaded apparently was a different one though a a beautiful coincidence. I saw one of Raymond Red's Short Films that garnered some awards.

If you have a DSL connection and want to harness the power that it has or you have a Dial-up connection but, nothing else better to do, check out his film and click on to this one:

Raymond Red's Anino (shadow)

I enjoyed it. I hope you would, too. rarr...

stuff

It has been a while since I have entered something here. It has been a pretty busy week. I have been all over metro manila because of work. Work that has nothing to do with our job description. We are allowing ourselves to be exploited for the glory of the company that we are not quite sure will prosper. I'm not through with work yet. I even stayed in the office till later in the night.

Knowing all that, my co-worker, Ingrid, and I just couldn't let this hell of a week pass by without infusing a bit of insurgence and mischief. Last Wednesday we stayed at greenbelt the whole day. Browsed through books in Powerbooks and enjoyed a cup of coffee in Coffee Bean. Last Thursday, we made separate plans. She went somewhere in the katipunan area while i went around Cubao with my friend Nikki. Though we are still stuck with work that we are supposedly have to do. Here I am, blogging while listening to music and eating export quality chicharon bituka that is being sold by my dad. If you're curious about the chicharon, just message me. And i digress...

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Right now, a friend of mine is having a grand time kayaking in Palawan with her boyfriend. While, i am stuck here with unfinished workload and a boring social calendar. Though i don't want to talk about that. My mind is very scattered right now. I keep on thinking of random thoughts.

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Most of my life, I felt I have been always on a search for something. I have been always on the lookout on where i feel that I truly belong. Perhaps being this lost is the evidence of my scattered brain right now. I keep on wondering why people have their own little niches where they are comfortable in. they always have someone to share something they are interested in. But, when it comes to my life I seem to be a lonely hitchhiker. Am i destined to be like this? To be a lone wolf in this urban jungle?

I am not in any way undermining my relationship with my friends (i love them to death) though it seems that we have very varied interests that we have difficulty in meeting in the middle and share something that we are gaga over. Is it because my karmic cycle dictates that i have this sort of lifetime? I like going to Cubao X to hang around its cafe's. Or going on a spontaneous road trip somewhere in the North or South of Luzon. Though, I go alone. The rest of my friends are mallrats and homebodies. There is nothing wrong with their choice of recreation. I do enjoy the same things.

Perhaps being eccentric is the problem.

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Since I am in the zone of knowing myself, i would like to fish some htings from friends. Thanks to Marian, I have dicovered this site where i can find out what my friends think about me. hehehe.

click on this link: johari Window

I hope you guys have some time to check it out. you were able to spare time to read this blog anyways. hyukhyuk!

Kudos to Up Dharma Down

After buying the album fragmented and having listened to it, I knew right there and then that the album would sell like pancakes. And it actually did. The album was sold out on the day it was launched. People were ganging up to buy one that night. Even record stores are noticiong it, a lot of people were asking for their album. The CD's haven't even reached the shelves yet. People are buying it already. It was crazy. Though it is a no brainer why. The band was able to capture people of diverse interests and pin them down with their own style of music.

Before, whenever I talk about them, my friends would just give me a puzzled look and say, "Up Dharma who? are they from UP or something?". I would curse the high heavens for giving me an oh so eccentric interest. Yet, now, The band seems to be all over the place. I now have a hard time in catching up with the latest buzz about them. Even my friends who were clueless before are now devout "dharmalites". I now realize that this band is destined to sweep the country off its feet and bring them together with their brand of music.

With that, I raise my glass and offer a toast to a remarkable band that I happened to get the chance to listen to and be spirited away by their music. Kudos to you guys! Kampai! *clink*

P.S.

If you still don't have a copy of their album, I advise you to run off and buy one or risk missing half of your life.

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I have been getting a lot of messages from my friends about my name being written in the album's sleeve. Please, stop bugging me. I don't know why either. Though, I only know that Ean is a friend from college. That's it. No special explanations or whatever. I was also surprised when I saw my name there. But, I feel honored all the same to be acknowledged by a talented musician. Lol! grabe! sikat na kayo!

something something

I am minutes away from leaving the office to embark on something that could define my future. In fact I should not be writing about this since this is what i call as a "covert operation". With one wrong move, My entire career would fall apart (like as if i have a career to boeast about).

Strange things seem to polarize itself to me lately since this year started. And it is quite stressful at the same time as it is exciting. Though i am resigned to the fact that there is a great chance that I would be abandoning the degree that I earned in college. I still am enjoying these change of events.

Well, i do believe in one thing right now: Chinese Horoscope.

To give an overview on what this means is that when i tried those superstitious stuff (yeah i know, people who know me would just roll their eyes at me for this tone i am using) for the lunar calendar, well.. let's just say that "this is my year" as the fortune teller likes to put it. Ergo, this would mean an uplift in career with the help of benevolent people. so there.

P.S.

The fortune teller said that this is the year also for finding love for myself. It made me laugh..

though, it doesn't hurt to just hope for it, right?

Refuge

When will I see

The golden light of dawn?

When will I feel

The warmth of

The burning sun?

When will I depart

From the chill of

The shining moon?

I am tired of

The grim embrace

Of the darkness.

But, I can do nothing.

Still, I shall dwell in the shadows.

Facing the east.

Eyes on the horizon,

Waiting patiently for a sign of light.

A day for pizza and of prizes and books...

We are having Pizza for Lunch today. Yum! Ingrid is having a craving for one right now. Thus, we have one delivered to the office. It's perfect timing if you ask me since there is nobody in the office right now but us. No issues surfacing after a good meal. This is a big deal for people here actually that's why we do not have food delivered usually. Well, for now we indulge in hedonistic eating. rowr...

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When I got here in the office and opened my email i had a good treat to start my day! Click the city emailed and informed me that I won for myself passes and a T-shirt of the movie Big Time. A nice treat indeed. And their office is in the same building as ours. A nicer treat. I can just drop by anytime whenever I am free. By golly wow! harhar..

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Right now, I am juggling through a lot of books. It is my fault actually collecting and buying a lot of books lately. I advice people that if they can't multitask when reading, unless they read very fast, buy one book at a time. A folly that bookworms are guilty of. Yesh! Sad but I can't resist. Here are the books that I am reading:

1. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
2. Kafka on the Shore - Haruki Murakami
3. Underground - Haruki Murakami
4. The Gangster of Love - Jessica Hagedorn
   

To get a better picture; for example I am reading Rushdie right now and I got tired of his story by chapter 4, then I proceed to Hagedorn where i left off which is chapter 12, so on and so forth. It could get quite confusing as a matter of fact. There is the tendency that characters, plots and/or setting could get mixed up in your brain and eventually you get to formulate a new story of your own. hmm... that could be handy for creative writers... I guess it is not that bad. I love reading anyways. *bow*

Down the Drain

Right now, I am feeling down because I am resigned to the fact that i would not be able to go to film school this time. Boohoo for me I guess. My mother is at it again, not giving her approval. After all the years of waiting to graduate with the course that she approves of, my mother is still the bane of what i want to do.

Back in high school, I was determined to be a lawyer. I thought i wanted to be one. I was preparing myself for things to come for a career in legal services. I practiced giving speeches too. Then, the dreaded time came.

On the latter half of the school year of being a sophomore, the guidance center sent a letter to my parents asking in what career track they are most interested in for me. Right there and then, I knew that my mother knows how to burst my bubble. My mom (For the purposes of this blog shall be called Ms. Minchin from the Princess Sarah Cartoon as my siblings enjoyed calling her that) had a talk with me and made her intentions known. She wanted me to be a doctor. When I told her, Ms. Minchin, that I wanted to take up communications or any pre-law course or maybe dabble in something creative, she dimissed my plea. She said that I have my forte in science and money is in the medical field. But, I don't give a damn about the money. But, she refused to hear me out. I guess what fueled her idea of I becoming a doctor is this one medal I got in a Science Quiz Bee in Sixth grade and the praises she raved about me being a scientific genious. This produced a big "oh no" for me... It was just my interest in reading! When I was younger I read encyclopedias as a hobby since those were the only available reading material besides Nancy Drew. Sheeshh.

Won over, I took up Human Biology in DLSU and got saddened with it imensely. Although I did not have difficulties in academics, I started flunking subjects here and there. I failed classes, though unconciously I deliberately did it to make a point. Though still, that point wasn't heard.

After flunking classes I got dismissed by the school, which Ms. Minchin dreaded but still happened. At that time, I felt very lost on what to do or whatever. A lot of emotions like, deppression and anger filled me. And my one way of dealing with it is to write about it through poetry, mostly. That's when my friends told me I have a knack in writing. So there, I joined the editorial team of the school paper I transferred to which is CSB. Though the course i took there (Consular and Diplomatic Affairs) was not really I had in mind, (yes, Ms. Minchin again) at least i had a mild interest in it. And besides i got to go to the States (specifically New York) alone for an OJT because of it. So, it is not that bad. Also, It is also a communications course that could lead to Law or even writing etc. It was my father's idea. But, to his dissapointment, I lost my interest in going into Law School. I guess I just found myself already. And Law school wasn't for me.

I have to give credit to my father for not meddling into things and for just being complacent on whatever I want to do. I loved him for that. Yet, his inaction about all the goings on is reproachful. It wouldn't hurt to defend me once in a while.

Perhaps, this is my fate. Through connections and all, I was able to get a job in a field I am interested in. With all these new things life has to offer me right now, I thought I was already free. I can now concentrate on Photography or writing or production, film or even in advertising. Though I lack in expertise, I just have to go study again about those stuff.

An avenue opened when the filmschool of Marilou Diaz-Abaya located in Ortigas contacted me and expressed their interest in processing my application to their school. Assuming that all is well with my Mom, having graduated and bagging a job, I told her about the school and I would be needing financial support with it since the fees are expensive. And of course to my surprise, like the Ms. Minchin that she is, a smack of disapproval was delivered to my face. She said, "There is no money in that type of work".

My contention is that I am not into something because of the money. I aim to achieve fulfillment in a career that I want. Yet still, the bane of I finding that once again slithers into existence. I am troubled because I feel I will grow old full of frustration and sadness. Welled up inside making myself bloat till my skin streches out and tears apart.

But, I have learned to fight this poison. Starting to get immune actually. I know and I have resolved that I will get what I want one way or another. Even if i have to go through an eye of a needle I would do so. If That is what it takes. One thing I have learned is to be resourceful. I just have to make a good strategy. hehe.

Now that I have vented all of my rants out of me. I am feeling much better now. I am ready.

Emo Mode: Off

Times like these...

There are times in your life when you just get into a slump. There are times you can get so lazy that you can't even lift a finger. There are times that you just can't help but feel stupid. There are times that you just want to be left alone. There are times that you are so bored you just want to run wild in the streets. There are times you just want to cry in the rain. there are times that you just want to read a blog like this. and there are definitely times when you just wake up in the morning feeling refreshed and cheerful. And I like that best.

Have an Enterprising Summer

Have an Enterprising Summer

Summer. It is that time of the year again where people rejoice under the sun’s scorching heat and thank the high heavens (even teachers) for another school year that has ended. Finally, a well deserved vacation comes. But instead of bumming around in front of the TV and watching your entire DVD collection, why not try doing something out of the ordinary and even make some money out of it?

There are countless of things one can do to make some money. In fact, this productive summer project may be your ticket to greater heights. All it takes is a spark of creativity and inspiration from different things in your surroundings. Perhaps these suggestions may help jumpstart your summer venture.

Read more on this article in YP Magazine March 2006.

Grab a copy.

By: Juno C. Olimpo

YP Magazine, March 2006

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Blogging and the Armageddon

Well, the tabulas administrator announced that the site will be inaccessible by users for awhile. So there will be no blogging for the meantime. That's why i am here entering anything that comes into my mind right now. hehe. Yes, Stupid actually! As if it is the end of the world and this is my last chance of blogging and publishing on the web boring absurdities in my life.

Speaking of end of the worlds, remember back in the 90's (one of the coolest decades ever!) when prophecies of the Armageddon are all the rage? Well, i just remember myself hearing all of those and recount how it feels to have paroxysms of terror surge through my spine. I remember myself fearing that it would indeed happen and would die without getting the chance of getting laid for the first time. Talk about dying a virgin!? Yes, i know. I was a moron then. I don't know anything better. Though I am ready to die now I guess.

Amazing how rumors like that can break the human spirit. Even the mightiest of all men would go down on their knees and weep, praying for his survival. Recounting the days and months that he has sinned and imagines the terrors that could befall upon him. I remember that a lot of people were tested at that time. The priceless thing is the look on people's faces when nothing happens on D-day. Then a couple of minutes or so, it's back to business. Picking up from where they left off after taking back all the embarassing stuff that they have said and done. And moving on as if nothing happened. Quite reminds me of our politicians actually.

Damn you religious fanatics!! Placing ads on newspapers and some other media that doomsday will come at a certain date at the strike of midnight. Damn gullible people. Believing such absurdities, hiding under the covers at midnight with a rosary in one hand and a sandwich on the other.

Or is it just me?