From holding beer bottles to... babies.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
VIA ONLINE STREAMING
Dae sa plano ko pa (or dati), dae na talaga ko makak-buya sa pagkabuhay ko.
In short, hi-tech na talaga kita. 4-5 years from now, pwede na magbuya-- via clicking a button. Baka ngani may stats pa yan-- pira nagbubuya, pira burat.
Also, additional notes;
+ Nakaka-ogma man dangogon sarong "coverage" in pure Bikol. (Aram mong pure ta 30% kang mga tinataram dae ko maintindihan)
+ Father Bersabe daa saro commentator. Garo si pinsan ko pa ni. (+ Confirmed, ta next shot nahiling ko on-cam si hosts. Si Father Philip palan. Pinsan ko talaga.)
+ Mauli na ko. Fiesta weekend dawa harayo sa Naga. Makakan na lang grabe starting tomorrow 'til next week (end) para fiesta week man daa.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
The plan was to just write this down in a piece of paper (in other words, notes) but hey, it's even better that it can be a useless blog entry.
To download later this month:
+ The Big Bang Theory (Sept 22)
+ The Mentalist (Sept 22)
+ Fringe (Sept 23)
+ Gossip Girl** (Sept 26)
(**For the wife* only.)
Thursday, September 1, 2011
10:37 AM: Bamboo screams, "... sa panaginip lang ako nakakatulog!" Inarguably, this is the best song (entitled "Hilo") written by Rico Blanco. In the days when rivermaya was still rivermaya, Rico wasn't a sellout (Imortal Ampotah.), Bamboo just sang and danced and sang (and not try to compose songs which sound alike other songs in the same album.) Nathan Azarcon was cool (and i think he's still cool) and Mark Escueta just played the drums (and not revive a hapless, tasteless new rivermaya, which basically destroyed the legacy of the old River Maya) Oh well and oh fuck. To the old times.
1:39 PM: Billie Joe at the background, "i saw my friend the other day, and i don't know exactly just what he became. It goes to show... It wasn't long ago, i was just like you. And now i think i'm sick and i wanna go home." Fiel at the back of my mind.
2:42 PM: By the way, the wife* ate lunch buffet-style at Shang as she had a meeting there. i had a rather bland boneless bangus from Reyes Barbecue right across our building. Not fair.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
10:25AM: ... Gets to open the air con at the office. Which pretty means i was really, really very early coming in to the office today (more/less at 7AM) and its paying off: the office is way too cold to everyone's liking. *hands up* yes it's my fault, and i like it the way it is (*puts on the thick sweater with the hoodie on*)
12:50PM: Beef steak for lunch. The wife* prepares the meals these days and thankful that she does (Else: i have to wake up at 5AM) The Little Prince says what is essential is invisible to the eye. Preparing beef steak is as invisible as it gets in this lifetime. (And don't quote me quoting Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
12:52PM: Wife* (yes with the asterisk should be a staple now) which should mean Che would be happy despite the asterisk. i think. (If she's not too happy, am willing to put add as many asterisks as needed)
Thursday, August 25, 2011
9:12 AM: Arrived at the office at 7:23 AM. A "career-high" so to speak. Arthritic ankle and all, i am proud of the accomplishment. i might even celebrate this when i get home. Maybe throw a party for the friends.
10:53 AM: i never liked Guns N' Roses then. Though, i remember Bong Bio (r.i.p.) gave me The Spaghetti Incident album (cassette tape) as birthday gift in high school. Axl Rose is screaming Paradise City now and its giving me the chills.
12:37 PM: Pain on the throbbing ankle won't go away. Misplaced modifier, intentional.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
2:03 PM: Day started badly as i lose another 50 pesos to my (new) officemate over a WNBA game (Phoenix failed to cover and actually lost the game). Double bad news right there: actually betting on a WNBA game and being a bad influence to my officemate. Total down for this week: -150 pesos. i would like to believe it's beginner's luck for him. (well, i can't think of any other excuse really)
2:08 PM: Random winamp declares Green Day shall be the band of the day. So i unclick random and this means its all day Green day from now 'til 5PM or so.
2:56 PM: Billy Joe sings, "i was a young boy that had big plans, and now i am another shitty old man."
3:01 PM: Billy Joe sings, "i can not speak, i've lost my voice, i am speechless and redundant."
3:57 PM: Just learned that salary will be released on... the 31st! Ffffuck.
And that officially ends (and kills) the day.
Monday, August 22, 2011
It's tough when you can't write full paragraphs coherently. Meaning: i can't write like i used to write anymore. While i have been in a writing job (see last post) the last 6-8 months, i forgot how to write. Well, there are certain notes at facebook, at best i saw it as mediocre writing-- still honest, but i am simply not satisfied with my work there.
It's even tougher when you can't think coherently. Meaning: day-in day-out (and/or night-in and night-out) there are literally a million thoughts running inside your head. And i just want 0.01% of these thoughts to come out, maybe written into a blog entry, make sense out of it.
It's not happening though. So why try? Fuck coherence, i'll just have to write and write and write. Maybe they'll take form on their own.
1:22 PM: About an hour ago, i just texted Che that my shit smells like the shit of Qube. So it's either his shit really smells now; or we've been eating the same food. i am sure i DID NOT partake any of his Gerber (mixed veggies) the last three days; but i AM NOT sure if i shared during his breastfeeding sessions during the wee hours of the morning. So that could be the reason. (Note: i did not text Che that this will make the blog so...)
1:42 PM: Back to back songs from Soul Asylum and Blur from the winamp (randomized) playlist. And i think of the fucker named Ronald James Panis. Fuck fuck fuck. The guy had to die before he could meet Qube. The guy had to die before countless Marvel films too. And a Gaiman HBO series in 2014. Oh shit, i miss the guy badly.
2:59 PM: Not sure if the boss will like me posting in my blog during work hours. However, i doubt he reads the blog. And if he does, i just hope he understand that every 15 or 30 minutes my mind has to wander away from American Football-- else the work suffers. (Excuses actually but really i need to get away from it every once in a while.)
5:21 PM: Today is offset day. Went home early last Friday because of Qube's vaccination. So i have to grind two extra hours today to offset for that under time. Well it's a better option than salary deduction. So i stay... It's a ghost town already when the office is full. What more now?
5:42 PM: So yeah, the former boss name is Jeff and a new boss is named Jeff as well. Does this mean i shall last for ONLY 6 months only as well? i won't delve into specifics but this is United Kingdom vs. Canada right here.