At 2 and 1/2...

Qube knows more about cars than i do. Well, "interested" may be the better word.

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Desk: Then and Now

Time flies. Fast.

From holding beer bottles to... babies.

Return of Random Rants

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.

i shall be named James Quasar Qyle Quizon

Like Ma's constant struggle with climbing the stairs of a 5-floor pseudo-condo (eff you non-existent elevator!), the search for the what-they-think-is-the-perfect name has ended. Like Pa's constant struggle with getting over bad beats and uncovered spreads, the endless discussions and tireless debates about what i shall be called will cease.

Finally, at the wee hours of the morning (surprise surprise) while kicking and punching Ma's tummy, ribs and intestines they've decided on my name.

James Quasar Qyle Quizon.

Pardon, Ma. Facebook wouldn't allow the extra S.-- Facebook has something against long names, i had to use the middle name slot for my third name. Come to think of it, you are to blame here since you agreed with Pa in adding a third one...

Now, a little bit of history on how they coined my name. And the stories, and reasons, why they chose it. And before i fail to mention it, my sister already has a name in place: Azira Maya James S. Quizon. It's funny that they easily decided on that one about 6 months ago. But that was before they knew i'd be a boy.

James is pretty much self-explanatory. (As obvious as Pa's vanity.)

Quasar (/kway-zar) Qyle is an offshoot of the idea that my nickname should be Qube (They've already decided too that i'd be using JQUBE as my moniker if and when i decided to register in internet forums.) i think it was Ma who suggested the word quasar and just like that it was an easy yes for Pa.

And who am i to complain? Defined "One of over a thousand known extragalactic objects, starlike in appearance and having spectra with characteristically large redshifts, that are thought to be the most distant and most luminous objects in the universe." it's the coolest thing i've ever heard since Mozart and Ben Folds Five put me to sleep a week ago.

Quentin, Quarantino, Quartz, Quark, Quads, Qing (James!), Quincy and Quotable Quote were all suggested but Qyle got the final nod. When Pa suggested, "How about Qyler as in Qyler Durden?!", Ma answered back, "Just Qyle." And there and then, they had the third Q.

And oh, for posterity's sake, here are the names which made the final ballot; Aziraphale James (Character in Gaiman's Good Omens); AziraJames; James William (So Pa can have a kid that he can call Jwill. Go figure.)

And some names which at some point were considered; Ronald James (Seriously, Pa/Ma were really thinking of "settling" for this because well, Tito Ronald is NOT dead.) James Jacob (Well, it's a different pronunciation Tito Jam, right?)' the unbeatable combination, Ronald "King" James Jacob (my IQ would have been 350 at the minimum, my height at least 6 foot 2!) And even more, suggested by friends: the classic Lebron James, King James, James Yap and even Baby James (obviously from Pa's basketball friends)

Silly them, am glad Ma and Pa settled for this one.

And silly Ma and Pa, here are the (other) reasons why they chose this name... In scrabble, my name would get the highest score and when girls in school play FLAMES with my name, they'd have a hard time crossing out those Qs!