I'm up to my old tricks again. I was out last night with the new teammate we have. We were three. It was a perfect evening I may add. First was a food trip. You know the theme? PIZZA!!!
You know how I'm a sucker for Italian Food. I ate like a pig. heheheh.

Anyhoo, after that we proceeded to a favorite bar of ours. We had a considerable amount of alchohol, although I didn't have much. I was kinda full from all the pixza and maybe, I wasn't that tuned to drink. But I still did. about 4 bottles or so. We we're the last ones that stayed there. We even went out with the staff and evetually, lights out.

I suggested that we go to a coffee house to revitalize our sobriety. Ahh.. the smell of fresh coffee. We talked some more and had laughs here and there. Until, we were the only ones in the place. It was 4:30 am by that time. Cool huh? We are still thinking of some place to go or something to do. Our driver friend is expressing his apparent sleepiness. I told them we should do it again, just to break the silence amongst us. I suggested that we go malling on Friday since it's our day-off. The new Charlie's Angels movie is showing that day. Consensus was reached and we're off to take our "Guest" home. It was just a 20 min drive to the place. I got home like past 5 am then I decided to go home to my folks and spend some time with my niece. She was a handful.

I didn't sleep at all by the way. Anyway, that's a rap.

Au revoir!

We played golf this morning. Part of a price for winning some race here at work. It was fun actually. I thought it's gonna be a drag. I'm good actually. A few puts here, a few swears there. Yeah, our skin got burnt a little but it.... was.... fun.

They wanted me to do a rap thing on a song we are gonna do on the band. And I will rap. Geez, I gotta write a rap line for it. I'm not so comfortable about it but I still did it. I wrote a rap line. I sent it to them then they said it's good. Well, that's it. I'm gonna rap on stage. (In the great words of Chandler Bing - "Kill me now")

My Ex approached me a while ago and asked me if we can trade schedules. My normal impulse would be a "yeah, why not" but I thought again and caught myself. I told her I'm not sure and I would have to sleep on it. She kept on asking why. Honestly, I wasn't comfortable with her asking me for a favor so she can go out with his new boyfriend the she replaced me with. I mean, I know I should eat my pride or whatever, but this takes the cake. I have the right to have negative feelings with that scenario. To hell with it! How could she even ask me such? I mean, is she that numb? I told her "try to understand". I think she took it differently. She tried to say something but I didn't hear it. Well, whatever it is, I just hope she understood my point. You just have to think if the Dog you gave to someone else will still lick your hand the way it used to. . But don't worry, it won't bark at yah.

Au revoir!

We had a band practice this morning and things are starting to look up. The songs are getting cleaner and clearer. I dunno how I got into the whole band thing. I mean, yeah, I studied to play the guitar when I was in high-school but that's just because of my love for music. I never saw myself as making it a career of being in a band. Even a mediocre one. I got my first taste of playing on-stage when I was in college. I played the guitar for the first two times and the last year we joined, I played the keyboard. You may think I'm a little musically-inclined right? WRONG. I just happen to have friends who are. I just tagged along.

"Jack of all traits, master of none". That's what it was. I only have the very basic part of my musical acumen. I think everyone has this. Everyone has one or two talents that just stay there. Arise at some occassion but never used it as a career or, the least, seriously.

Tata for now!

It's amazing that assholes can get girls. Actually, now that I think of it, it's not that amazing. They are assholes at heart, but to meet girls they lavish their undying love. IT'S A CHARADE. They act nice, friendly, and they listen... until they get into what they're after. Their prey thinks they are in love with them, however when they realize what assholes their predators really are, they pretend like the asshole is really nice inside. The girl tries to change the asshole into a nice guy, but assholes will always be assholes.
She gets upset and goes to the nice guy to complain about the asshole. But she claims to love the asshole... now this is where the theory begins. She doesn't want to look like she is easy so she wont dump the asshole right away, instead she will stay with the asshole.
Girls are idiots. They don't realize that the nice guy has been there all along. He never had to pretend to be a good guy to get girls because he is naturally like that. However, girls don't see it for some reason or another. They look at the nice guy as a friend, a trusted companion to whom they can tell their sad story to about their asshole boyfriend.
But the nice guy isn't THAT naïve. He was trying to score with the girl he listens to all along. The problem is that since he is a nice guy he keeps listening. Since girls get attached to things that pay attention to them, they think of the nice guy as a friend. A FRIEND. They don't say, "Oh he's hot" or "I want to have his children" about the nice guy, they just want the emotional support. When they get the emotional support from the nice guy, they don't need it from the asshole.
The nice guy gets the shit end of the stick while the asshole gets all the action. I am starting to wonder if being a nice guy is really the route to take to get action... I have been down this path for all of my post-pubescent life and it has gotten me NOWHERE... at least not in the women department. Perhaps another reason why girls fall for the asshole is because assholes ignore the girl they are with. The women wonder, "Why isn't he paying attention to me?" so they explore why.
They poke and prod and get closer to the asshole. They start to get easier with each attempt to get closer. The asshole finally says, "I've let this beauty dangle long enough, time to boat this bass". It is then he puts on his charade and the girl feels like she has won him... even thought all she has won is an asshole. Once you have gone down the path as a nice guy or a "listener" you can't turn back. The girl will always go after the assholes because there are always nice guys there to listen.
Once you realize that you are a "listener" you cant do anything about it... just pack up and close shop. There is no way you will get into her pants... ever. There is and never will be a situation where the nice guy will get the girl he has a crush on. It just doesn't work like that.
The girl wont "come to her senses" and realize what an asshole her boyfriend is like in the movies... instead she will just go after another asshole, and unless you stop being a nice guy, she will never go after you. Women complain that there are no nice guys in the world. Right. They are obviously not looking hard enough because there are nice guys EVERYWHERE!!!! Girls aren't looking for nice guys... they say they are but they're not. They are looking for the perfect asshole, but there is NO SUCH THING as the perfect asshole.
All in all, the nice guy gets the shaft. To all the girls out there with boyfriends that don't treat you with respect, that don't listen to you, and that don't care about you I say this; look next to you. The guy that has been standing next to you the whole time is the guy you have been looking for. He is what you want your asshole to be like.

He knows more about you than you know about yourself... because he has listened to it all.

Au revoir!

The reaction to an impulse to talk to someone you barely know which, you find attractive. Can it be considered Courage? Tenacity? Strong Spirit? Guts perhaps? I am not emasculating anyone here. I'm just amazed whenever I see them do it. Won't that damage any future relationship with the other person, even if it's just friendship. I mean, they are all Gung-ho and everything. They can take risk there and there. No mental reservation whatsoever on any repercussions that may happen. It's apoplectic just thinking of it.

On the other hand, it may be part of the risk. The thrill. The Excitement. The Extremists. Sadly, I don't have such. I may be a wuss sometimes but I know where my bravado lies.

Au revoir!

I'm supposed to have a blog yesterday but it was my fault. I wrote a long blog then I accidentally hit the REFRESH button. It was stupid, I know. I can't really write again after that happens.

Well, what was I blogging about yesterday? Hmm... Oh! I know! I know! I mentioned about steering clear from poetry since it's not the purpose of this blog. I have certain distinct reasons why I write poetry. But the usual is when I feel helpless. Helpless in a lot of ways. It can be with a paranoia attack, feeling pathetic and the like. When I want to do something that I know will be fruitful and I can't. When I have feelings for someone I know I can't come close to. As per the last one I wrote last, when I feel helpless to help a friend. Even to listen to their problems. So, I offer my words hoping they find any meaning in it, helpful.

Au revoir!

Innocence is a flower's pride
that which have not harmed a soul
not even a sliver of angst
even breath to what will come foul

As pale as the stars that clothe the night
A hunter will find it unpleasant
Oh! won't the angels clear thy sky
To walk the path unscathed is all I want

Grant her peace and silence so she may hear
the sounds of the earth as she speaks
Unaware that she's strong, will of a goddess
Beauty that she doesn't know makes men weak

May she find serenity in all her troubles
I try to heed however, found in vain
I see wisdom in her eyes from seeing the world
Keeps her soul and yeilds her from pain.

Let it be known, she lights the hunter's nights
And hopes come the sun rises, she'll be in sight.

You have my prayers dear friend...

Au revoir!

We just practiced for the band competition here at work this morning. I was so flustered for I haven't handled a guitar since college. Not that I was any good but still, I was a shame. My bandmates we're pretty good. I don't own a guitar anymore. Even the gadgets that I need. Sigh. I'm not a musician by heart but I still like music. I played in college for kicks but never really saw myself as a serious musician. I wanted to learn to play the keyboard but I guess it's not really for me as well.

What is it with this F4 thing? I keep on hearing it and seeing them on TV. Now, Young Filipinos have an outlet against those Mexican-dubbed-to-tagalog telenovelas huh? Now it's Japanese-long-haired-boy-bands-still-dubbed-in-tagalog-dawson's-creek-rip-off-series. Meteor Garden. Not a bad title eh? I'd give them that.

It amazes me how the transistion takes place. Well, I have nothing against those who are fans of this TV series. I must admit that I was fascinated with the first blush of introduction for the series. The girl there was cute. What was her name? Shan Cai? I'm not sure. I threw the towel when an opposing station. They have managed to produce a tv series in the same line as the former one I have mentioned. You wanna know the name of the band? It's 5566. Yes. And the name of the series is My MVP Valentine. Need I say more?

just here.

Au revoir.

There's a thing called "Hell Week". From the phrase itself you can get what it means. Sad to say that I have it. This week is hell week for me. I think its fair to say that I hate it. I'l give you some proof ok? These are not in order of occurences cause I forgot which was first. That's how messed up it is.

I'm broke. To the last cent that I have to borrow money to some friends just to get me away from some expences. It's the payment date for my apartment. My sister cannot send money from her work abroad and I got loans to pay. Hold that thought. I'm not done.

My Bandmates asked me to make a mixed CD of the songs we need to do. There are three songs in there which should be added. Plus, I lost all the CDs I made. There's more...

I only have 10 pesos in my pocket. We need to practice for the band competition. (i will discuss the band thing on my next blog)

Geez. I have other reasons to consider this Hell week for me.

I'm getting an aneurism so I'll see yah.

Au revoir!

I have just typed a long winding blog and this stupid browser made some errors. Suffice to say that it ruined everything and I cannot recover it. Shame. (sigh)

Anyhoo, I'm pissed off by it and I am in no mood to blog anymore. Not that it will cause a cosmic imbalance or anything.

Who knows? Maybe later today, I will have an epiphany and I will blog again. But as of now, I'm pissed. Ugh!

I'll see yah.

Au revoir!

We all have our own favorite parts of the house. A particular place where you feel secured, cozy and serene. Some like their veranda. Some, their own bed. Some the living room. Some the kitchen or dining table. All these places tend to give you a sense of relaxation and peace. Wanna know mine? It's pretty secluded I tell yah. It's the bathroom. If I'm in there, all insecurities, all problems, all the outside world can burden me with are not in there. Sometimes I stay there just reading a book. I creep my friends out before.

Allow me to share you a poem about one of man's greatest enemy...

FEAR
"In the storm of life comes many trials.
All different varieties along the miles.
While we travel on through there and here
A particular nasty comes our way, Fear.

Fear is the little bit of life that holds us.
Gently at first, but steadily growing stronger.
Our dreams just out of reach; a missed bus.
Finally fear asphyxiates us, we can't live longer.
The evil, sinister plot to prevent great good
Begins as a simple scarf but soon becomes a cloak and hood.

Fear is a kin to doubt and long it stays.
Our courage it dissects, shreds and flays.
Goals most wanted in life are destroyed in fears' flame.
The question comes "Is it all a game?"

Through faith we overcome fear. Action and knowledge continue the shifting gear. Through knowledge, faith and action the destruction of Fear is a peaceful satisfaction."

Blake Woolstenhulme

Till next time.

Au Revoir!

I know, I know. I have been blogging rather seldom these days. I have just finished reading Dawson's Creek Scripts. (again) Just for boasting purposes, I read the damn thing for 8 times already. Starting at season 1 to season 6. Sadly, that is the very last season and episode they have. It ended. I have been a fan for the series since college. Even if I watched most episodes, I still read the scripts. Just in case I missed some important details. hehehe..

Now, I have to find a new thing to do at work, aside from work per se. There's this in-between time that I use to do something. Productive or the otherwise. I'm starting to post my most favorite poems on my own site. We get free space here at work. whilst I'm doing that, I am continuing a story I'm writing. It just started as a scratch but I intend to finish it before I leave this workplace. Not very soon I hope.

I have a friend, well, a college mate who is the wife of a close friend. She is so pretty and smart. I'm glad my friend and her got together. She borrows books from me for she loves reading as well. You know me, I'm all for book lovers. Even those who are not. I try to encourage them to read. Back to my friend. She is so sweet that she gives me chocolates whenever I lend her a book. She'll get me fat! hehehe... Maybe it's just something she does. I don't want to think of any other reason beyond it. Hell, I do some favors of the same line. People are just inately polite and kind, I always say.

She's still great. I look forward seeing her every day.

Till next time. I have to finish my story. Who knows, maybe I'll put her in it. (wink)

Au revoir!