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a music lover at heart, hopeless romantic, sports fan, frustrated DJ and photographer, workaholic-slash-homebody who spends most of his time pondering on when his time on the relationship ride will come; a quiet, yet equally loquacious individual who would rather be at the sidelines than hog the limelight, yet at times longs for his 15 minutes of fame; an imaginative and observant movie buff who most of the time watches movies or binge-watch TV series alone and considers professional wrestling as a real sport; a detail-oriented drummer wannabe who at times would change his mind at the last minute, yet determined and focused once his mind and heart is set on a goal; a taken-for-granted, dignity-trampled-on, emotionally-ignored individual who is easy to fall in love with, yet always being played a second fiddle by women whom he falls for; a Gemini in the true sense of the word who would think of the most obnoxious and dreadfully naughty things at one time, and preach of morality, righteousness and the good of mankind in another; a self-professed loner who takes on the world and the cruelties that go along with it, on the verge of giving up but for some unknown reason continues to press on and make people around him think better of who and what they think they are simply because he just damn cares.

indiscriminate, canned thoughts – volume 1

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i've decided to create a spin-off of a fellow blogger's original idea, "what the f**k?!" series by creating my own entitled, "indiscriminate, canned thoughts." the difference from the former is self-explanatory really, this being randomly cropped up thoughts coming from my noggin that may or may have no sense or meaning at all. hence the word, indiscriminate. as for the last two words of the title, well, i'll consider and label you really, really and i mean REALLY stupid if you can't read between the lines. it's just my way of adding comic to the phrase the MTRCB regularly uses, "double meaning."

disclaimer: this will appear sporadically, meaning if i have nothing out of the ordinary to write about, yet i have the urge to do so, then you'll be seeing the next installment of this series. as always, feel free to comment on my sometimes weird mind and the (canned) thoughts that come out of it. on with volume one then…

***thought number one: where in the traffic laws of the philppines does it say that when it's 1:30am, you can run red lights as you wish? i almost had an accident twice because i was following red equals stop, and green equals go. the second time was just the other night. i was making a left turn at a green light on an intersection when this good-for-nothing, son-of-a-bitch driver of a delivery truck came rumbling down at close to 80 kph! good thing i applied the brakes in time, otherwise i'll be instant grind meat! granted, i'll get my wish of being dead, but not at the hands of stupidity! i then instantly chased down that motherf**ker and pulled in front of him and slowed down to 40kph, blocked him and never let him overtake me until i reached the service road. i let the other vehicles pass, but not that a**hole. he tried honking his horn, brighting his lights at me, but i never budged. i rolled down my window and flashed him the dirty finger sign every time he'd honk his horn or flashing his lights. and as i came upon the service road, i then sped up a bit, stopped, got out of my car with my trusty baseball bat (my insurance policy), grabbed a pebble and threw that coin at the truck as it passed by. the truck suddenly stopped, and i was ready with bat in hand to whip some dumbass. the person on the passenger side of the truck saw me standing, was about to get out of the truck but when he saw that i was packing, told the driver to just go. and off he went. wow, i didn't realize that i had a streak of road rage in me. and to think i'm always a passive driver.

***thought number two: looking forward to a four-day weekend for me. what's on my itenerary? a bowling game with colleagues (finally, i'll get to go bowling again!) and a reunion with my former co-workers at PS. maybe i'll throw in a rubber-shoe shopping in greenhills in there as well, since my four-year old basketball shoes have already given up on me.

***thought number three: kate beckinsale never looked oh-so hot in click! watched it last week and it was seriously funny… or was it funny but serious? i said to my self that i'd never, ever let work get in my personal life. oops, i may have hit some people reading this who take their work too seriously. here's unsolicited advice: don't. so what if there are deadlines? i always take my time to do the things needed to do and not rush things, yet i still manage to meet all deadlines. i would put things off at work if i feel that it's getting crowded. i always make it a point to have time for myself. same goes for everyone, regardless of company position.

***thought number four: i just wish the weather would be always cloudy and/or rainy. it fits my mood. i like it that way.

***thought number five: looks like i'll be having the same shift and same days off for the rest of the year. friday nights and saturday nights off? heck, what more can i ask for?

until the next indiscrimnate, canned thoughts… enjoy your weekend. =)

jammin’ with the rain

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it's a rainy saturday night and i'm at home, in front of the computer with rock ballads setting the background tune for hours of melancholy. after days of wringing my brain dry of data gathering, creating write-ups, deliberating, editing and finalizing mid-year performance reviews for my team, i could finally have some time for myself. now don't get me wrong, i've done my fair share of relaxing last night when i went out to see miami vice on the big screen (which is an ok movie, by the way) and by driving around the city, getting a glimpse for the first time in months how metro manila looks like in the early to mid-evening. for tonight, with the rain as the supporting cast member, i go to wish mode. it's pretty self-explanatory really, i just look back at the times when things went wrong, wishing they didn't. in other words, looking at my pathetic, miserable, loser of a personal life, amidst the screaming guitar melodies of slash and joe satriani, and churning vocal harmonies of axl rose and sebastian bach, wishing fate could cut me just a little bit of slack and having things my way for once. in any case, that's one way to spend a rainy saturday night. and i found a perfect song to carry with me at least until this wish mode feeling wears off. i'd like to share the words with everyone and i hope you get to listen to the tune some time. it perfectly describes how i am, how i really am. i'm alright.

 

BREATHE
by Greenwheel

I played the fool today
And I can see us vanishing into the crowd
Longing for home again
But home is a feeling I've buried in you

I'm all right
I'm all right
It only hurts when I breathe

I can't ask for things to be still again
I can't ask for you to offer the world through your eyes
Longing for home again
But home is a feeling I've buried in you

I'm all right
I'm all right
It only hurts when I breathe
I'm all right
I'm all right
It only hurts when I breathe

My window through which nothing hides and everything sings
I'm counting the signs and cursing the miles in between home…..

But home is a feeling I've buried in you
that I've burried in you

I'm all right
I'm all right
It only hurts when I breathe
I'm all right
I'm all right
It only hurts when I breathe
when I breathe
It only hurts when I breathe
when I breathe
It only hurts when I breathe

wish i had a beer handy…

 

of bugs, seat K-25, and cloudy skies

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the rains have been falling again and i kinda like it. somehow it gives the feeling that mother nature is empathizing with my personal life. now if you don't have any idea how that's going, well, i ain't wastin' my time tellin' ya. just read previous entries.

i still can't take my mind off the dream i had this past wednesday. i dreamt that i was walking out of a room and seeing grasshoppers coming in from a window across the hall. mind you, they're not just grasshoppers, they're big-ass grasshoppers! and i don't mean big like the size of my feet, but they're HUGE!! imagine a bug like that the size of a full grown dog. and the color–it still gives me the creeps everytime i think about it–it's not the light green you see on ordinary grasshoppers, but it's swamp green! i remember being frozen in my tracks and watching them walk towards me. i see four of 'em come into the hall in succession and doing their thing and when they see me, approach me like i'm some big, green leafy grass. yeah, that wasn't a dream, it's a freaking nightmare!! i vaguely remember what happens next, all i know was i was able to walk out of that hall and waking up. freaking bugs…

though i was petrified by that dream, i still became curious as what it meant. so i went to http://www.dreammoods.com to find out what it meant. i was kinda skeptical about finding that there is meaning to dreaming about grasshoppers, but lo and behold, here is what it said:

"To see a grasshopper in your dream, foretells of enemies that will threaten your interest, disappointments in business, or illness. To draw other people's attention to a grasshopper, signifies your indescretion in dispatching your private business."

i was surprised at the interpretation, yet quite unfazed at the warning of enemies that will threaten my interest. i was curious though of the illness part. so, to put two and two together, dreaming of big-ass grasshoppers means i'll be having a major illness coming soon. hmmm… not bad. yet, so what? if it's my time to go, then it's my time. i'm always ready to face death anyway, so thinking about it, i was quite disappointed with the interpretation. i wish it meant more of other things, like wealth or something else. but hey, bugs are omens of famine, so there goes wishful thinking.

speaking of bugs, i saw the trailer of the ant bully in imax 3D. yep, i finally set foot on the imax theater this past friday. of course, superman was on the menu and as what other people i know who saw it there mentioned to me, yeah, all 350 bucks was worth it. the yacht breaking apart was the most awesome scene converted to 3D. way, way awesome. the other trailer that i found cool was happy feet. the penguin was so real i could just grab him and take him home with me. the best thing about the experience was i was seated in the very middle part of the theater. i bought the ticket two weeks in advance and the nice ticketlady gave me the available seat dead-center. the only irritating part was the dirty old man seating next to me with his secreatry being his date (secretary? yeah, right) answering his mobile phone everytime it rang. made me remember the scene from big daddy where little julian made the comment of adam's ex-girl dating a "guy with old balls." i shudder at the thought…ugh…

just when i finally decided to watch pirates of the carribean: dead man's chest the weather turned from gloomy to bad. though i still have the whole day to change my mind (i'm on a two-day vacation including the weekend), i'm leaning towards not getting my ass out of the house and just soaking the cool weather in my room. i never really enjoyed the first installment of the series, so i was skeptical in going out of my way in seeing the sequel. but judging from comments of colleagues and friends who have seen it, made me think twice.

the second half of the year is underway. can't wait till the holiday season….

bottom of the barrell

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out of the blue and for reasons i couldn't seem to find, i feel…

down.

yep, it's one of 'em days again. another episode of unadulterated negativity, wishing that my existence in this world would come to a swift end (though i always conjure up that same thought everyday–just not that blatant), or wishing that i could just go…

up.

up where i could look at the world below me and command, "worship me, and i'll save you from yer suff'rin's. defy me, and you'll end up bitch-slapped seventy times seven…" or something like that. most of all, just to have that feeling that i'm always…

right.

now granted, that wouldn't be outright possible, even if i force the issue, even if i explain the issue, even if the issue makes common sense, and even if the issue is not the issue at all. i could go on and on about what the real issue is, run my voice hoarse, and still make no progress until there is nothing…

left.

where does that lead me? obviously, back to square one. where out of the blue and for reasons i couldn't seem to find, i feel utterly and pathetically…

down.

get my drift?

jollibugged

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unless i was born yesterday, i do believe that the concept of a fastfood restaurant is self-explanatory: to have food readily available at the customer’s whim due to reasons of time constraint and sheer hunger, and not having to wait for ages for food to be served (take note though, five minutes would count as “ages”). absolutely no excuses. at least when chowking changed their marketing strategy to “your food is prepeard-slash-cooked the minute you order it,” they made it known that you won’t be getting the food right there and then. i should know better, having worked for mcdonald’s for two and a half years, the concept of customer satisfaction first comes to mind.

allow me to vent out a frustration i had yesterday when i ordered food through a jollibee branch near our place. yes, the same branch where mcdonald’s first stood until it transferred to the nearby mall and thus became it’s arch rival; and yes, it was where i worked. moving on, i was on my way home from work and passing by the same route i traverse everyday, i originally thought of eating at kfc. though i am not that hungry, i just thought that it has been a while (a month actually) since i had a taste of that finger-lickin’ good chicken. so since there was a kfc branch near the shell gas station entering into valley 1, i nearly made up my mind of stopping there to eat. only thing was, there were limited parking spaces so i thought to myself, “if parking will be full, i’d pass on lunch and head home, since i’m not that hungry anyways.” and indeed, parking was full. so i headed on and suddenly got the thought of passing by that jollibee branch. it was a kilometer and a half more past home, but hey, compared to mcdonald’s at the mall which was three kilometers further, i’d settle for what’s nearer.

now just for the record, there are only two things that i eat at jollibee: their champ burger and their chickenjoy. absolutely nothing else. since at that time, i was not in the mood for rice meals, it’s obvious what i would order. so i pressed on for that kilometer and a half towards that jollibee branch and used their drive-thru lane. i was greeted by the usual pleasantries and the young lady then asked what i wanted. “one champ value meal, please” came my quick reply. to which the lady said, “just a moment sir, let me check if we have one available.” now i have done this several times before and when i order what i just did, it always, and i mean always, come up with a statement from the lady at the counter saying, “sir, are you willing to wait for 10 minutes for that champ burger?” as expected, i got that same reply. like what? 10 freaking minutes? i could go into that store and cook myself that burger for half the time and even manage to unload an earful to that store’s manager for not having what i wanted available!! i mean for christ’s sakes, it’s their restaurant’s high-end burger, and none is ready to be served?! and don’t give me that “risk of loss” crap for food-prepared-but-not-served-thus-eventually-going-to-waste rule. that’s not the way to do business and how customer satisfaction is achieved! i was in the same line of work five years ago you a**holes and it was always a rule that it’s better to have something available and have it written up as a loss if not served than deemed a sale with a customer’s complaint on the side. jesus freaking christ!! 10 minutes for a burger?! at a self-proclaimed number one fastfood chain in the country?! kiss my mcdonald’s eating a** now, would you?!

granted, i may be biased, but hey, i began my entry with the concept of fastfood restaurants, people. that applies to all fastfood restaurants. from burger king to carl’s jr., mcdonald’s or pitiful jollibee. fortunately, i wasn’t starving at that time or i would’ve kicked the crap out of everyone working there. i agreed, for the last time, to wait for that burger. as expected, it took more than 10 minutes. in frustration, as the lady on the serving window handed my burger, i snatched it right out of her hands and gave her the dirtiest look and sped off. i thought of speaking to a manager, but i know i’ll just be brushed off at the end after being apologized and thanking me for waiting, yada, yada, yada. i’m telling you, that’s the last time i’ll ever wait 10 minutes for a burger–in any fastfood restaurant. it’s a long shot that someone who works at that store will be reading this, but hey, better complain here that kicking the holy hell out of the manager(s) there, right?

no wonder jollibee is for the masses. they can make ’em wait without no complaints… how low can a company go…