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?

Back?

Che whines that i am not blogging anymore. She's right to be mad because i am prioritizing 1. Online Poker, 2. Sports Betting, 3. Sports Betting, 4. Poker and 5. Sports  over this. Aside from the writing at work (which involves 2 out 5 items in that list) i don't really write as much as i want to these days. No fire. No desire. And most especially, no confidence.

i guess that's about to change.

Desk: Then and Now

Time flies. Fast.

From holding beer bottles to... babies.

Finally, attending Traslacion after years...

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.

Notes to Self, Che

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.)

Lumang Eskwela, Green Dazed, Etc

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.

The Early Bird...

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)

Random Rants: Aray, aray

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.

End.

Random Rants: Green Day, WNBA on a Wednesday

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.

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.

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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!

In the Name of the Son

i miss Writing for the sake of Writing. Every press release, news article or TV script i did the last 5 and a 1/2 years brings me to some sort of anti-orgasm--- it's just not fun anymore. Until you realize that this brings food to the table.

Provided, you still write about things that really interest you (in my case, sports and basketball; and now, poker.) Provided, it's not bad a job considering other people get stuck with work they really don't like. Provided, the juice is worth the squeeze any way you look at it. Provided, after all you still have a job to speak of.

Ah, Writing, i fucking miss you and miss fucking you. We should do this again soon and often. For now, i'd like to (re)introduce you to a person i should be writing about the next 30 to 40 years: