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About markie09

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.

midweek twitch

he was already half-awake when the familiar sound of the alarm on his mobile phone broke the silence of the cool and calm mid-september night. it was 4:00 in the morning and it was time to get up. as he reached over to shut the alarm, he noticed that there were three messages he had received. “TL, i’m in the hospital now and i can’t come to work. i experienced stomach pains and i’m under observation for gall stones,” one message from his agent read. “sorry, but i cannot come to work because i have fever and cough,” read the other two. breathing a heavy sigh, he thought to himself, “here we go again,” and proceeded to take a shower. the cold water was all he needed to get his senses going as he thought of the things he’ll be doing for the day. 20 minutes was all he needed to get ready for the workday. his car being banned on the road that day, his sister drove him to the gas station to get a cab. she didn’t have to do that, but being concerned that his brother might not get a cab near their place thus making him late for work, plus having asked him many times to bring her to school on his day off prompted her to return the favor.

“where to, sir?” the cab driver asked him as he closed the door of the vehicle. he gave the destination and fastened his seatbelt. the trip was uneventful, as most taxi rides are, as he continued to psyche himself up. it is already a wednesday, but for him, it’s just the second day of the work week. like taking notes on a PDA, he quickly ran down the activities needed for the day on his mind. read e-mails, update the program-wide project assigned to him, check his team’s stats from yesterday’s shift, monitor his agents side-by-side, coach them after listening, remind his agents to answer the weekly client quiz, check their timecards, do more monitoring and coaching, have a team meeting if possible, and do the end of day reports. it seems like a solid day on paper, but he all knows too well that the tasks won’t be accomplished in that order, if not all of them may be accomplished at all. after all, managing 20 egos in one team is already a handful. entertaining questions from agents from other teams, taking supervisory calls and projects being assigned to him by his OM (and by other OMs) further complicate things. but he takes it all in stride and just continue what he’s being paid to do–his job.

he arrived at the office 10 minutes before 5AM. “good morning sir,” the security guard greeted him. “morning,” he sheepishly replied back as he swiped his access card and entered the operations area. like firmly placing a mask to cover what he really feels about coming to work that day, he put on his workface grin as the sound of agents talking to customers on the phone at the same time filled his ears. “another work day,” he whisphered to himself. he walked over to his workstation amidst greetings from his colleagues and stopping once in a while to ask how their day was and/or cracking a joke or two. after logging in and reading his emails from earlier in the night, he proceeded to check on his agents. he chatted with each one of them for a few minutes, sometimes longer as the volume of calls was strangely less than yesterday. as he headed back to his station, his OM asked him the status of the project he was asked to work on. like a lieutenant giving a report to the general about what’s been happening in the battlefield, he calmly and straight-forwardly explained the details on what he was working on. “ok, very good. keep working on it, alright?” was the OM’s short reply as he headed straight towards the main lobby, his shift ending at that hour. he can now smile a bit, as all the other OMs are already ending their respective shifts, with no manager on the floor during the daytime. that is one perk he can live with, which can probably take the place of not having a night differential on his salary. no bosses around means he can move on his own pace without being interrupted by a voice asking, “hey, can you do this for me?”

the day went quite slow, he noticed. even after having done what he’s supposed to do on the list he made in his mind earlier, including taking his lunch hour, it was still three hours away until the end of his shift. he decides to go to his agents, no clipboard or headset in hand, and just sat in their midst entertaining questions about work and everything else there is about himself his agents want to know. this proved to be useful, as he laughed, shared stories, answered questions, and joked around with his team as time passed by without him realizing that it was the end of his shift. though it was, he still stays beyond to do the end of day reports. one by one, his agents left, some of them passing by his workstation saying a quick goodbye and thanking him for the coaching sessions. having ended his day, he took no rush in finishing the reports needed and even surfed a few websites before finally logging off his station and calling it a day.

as he stepped out of the main door with his eyes lighting up a bit, he quickly put the day’s events at the backburner of his mind, breathed a heavy sigh of relief and said, “thank God this shift is over,” and proceeded to walk to the bus stop. in an hour, he’ll be in the confines of his home once again, doing more thinking, except that of work. during the travel back home, he thought of mp3s that he’ll be downloading to complete his 6th all-female CD collection. songs from mariah carey, paula abdul, janet jackson, cathy dennis and alanis morrisette quickly came into mind. having thought of it placed a smile on his otherwise stressed face. and as he arrived home and closed the door of his room, he thankfully said, “i’m home. three more workdays to go.” but he couldn’t care less about work. that’s still 12 hours away. for now, he can put all of that on hold. “time for me to update my blog,” he said to himself as he got changed and headed to the computer downstairs.

monsterized once more (and starstruck, too)

it’s been a while since i went out and had a good time. more than that, it’s been a while since i went out at all. last friday night, i got to do both. it was monster radio rx 93.1’s 22nd anniversary party that night. for weeks, i had planned on attending that event, not just because i want to, but being a member of the rx-talk mailing list for six years made me felt the need to go. after all, joining the mailing list changed my life forever. somehow, someway, i had to be there. i had to celebrate with them and be thankful for being a part of their family–at least in the smallest way possible.

ever since getting in the call center industry, my attendance to rx events dwindled. when i joined the mailing list on the summer of 1999 and became an active “lister,” i often became one of the people in charge of organizing, coordinating, and the point person for the mailing list whenever there are eb’s, parties, movie premieres and other activities the station had. heck, i would even skip work just to attend them. whenever there are those events, if there are tickets involved, i usually get them for the listers and distribute them to those who are able to attend. those were the days. partying almost every month, watching movie premieres, or just hanging out and socializing with fellow listers on eb’s–all of them i still have vivid and fond memories whenever i look back. the last party i attended before last friday night was, if i’m not mistaken, also an rx anniversary party at the podium on the same month two years ago. missing the feel of an rx event, i thought to myself, “man, i have to be there.”

weeks before the party, i got in touch with the head lister, raffy b and asked if there will be party tickets for the listers. he said to wait for the annoucement on the list, but there definitely will be. i told him that i wouldn’t miss the party for anything, so i definitely will be there. when i learned of the date of the party, i immediately filed for vacation leave from work. soon enough, tickets for the party were offered on a first email, first serve basis. i immediately followed raffy’s instructions and shot him an email. days later, he posted an email with the list of people who will be having tickets. each lister was given two tickets. before i even had to read raffy’s email, i called one of the closest friends and listers i ever have and asked her to come to the party with me since i asked for tickets. cher and i were excited since both of us haven’t attended rx parties in a long time. a few days before the party, i dropped by the station to get the tickets alloted for me. the only concern i had at that time is how to get to the venue. the party was to be staged at dish, near abs-cbn. it was unfamiliar territory for me. cher told me that she’ll be asking directions to dish so that we won’t be having a hard time finding it.

i still had work on that friday morning, but all i could think about was the party later that night. upon getting home that afternoon, i called cher up, finalized our meeting place, and got some sleep for an hour and a half. i met cher and another lister, charlyn at glorietta and we went on our way. all of us were giddy at the thought of seeing old friends and listers (although there were only quite a handful of listers i know on raffy’s list that’ll be attending the party) and being at an rx event itself. cher’s directions to the venue were easy to understand and we got to dish without much difficulty. upon getting there, we went around the compound and saw some movie stars like francine prieto (man, that woman is huge, not just vertically, but i mean “huge!”), bernard palanca, dennis padilla, janice and gelli de belen, and carmina villaroel (who i had a major, major crush back in high school). we then got to see fellow listers daphne, chill, gio, jong, tin, and rizza and at dish’s entrance there was a sea of partygoers lining up to get in. tickets were only honored until 11pm and the venue was quite small so the people outside were really anxious to get in. we decided to hang outside for a while and find a way to get in. sugar free was playing onstage at that time and it was close to 10:30pm.

suddenly, one of the dj’s, fran went out. apparently, chill or jong contacted her about us being outside and was hoping she could let us in. and we did! man, it felt good to be inside, thanks to fran (who i still have a big, big crush on). we then got to pay homage to the big boss himself, raffy and exchanged pleasantries. by then, south border was playing and i already had a beer in hand. good thing cher brought her camera and soon after, pictures were being shot left and right. we also had photo ops with the dj’s and i had a pic with fran! i’ll be posting it on my friendster profile as soon as i get it from cher. we also got to see hale and barbie almalbis perform. although we were standing all the while when we were inside, i had a really great time. having that picture with fran was the highlight of the night for me (thanks to you, jong!) we left at around past 1am and went to starbucks to rest and of course, have coffee. jong and i continued talking and doing catch up since it’s been a long time since we really got together. seems like he also is busy and rarely gets to attend rx events. at about 2:30am, we decided to call it a night. i got home at 3am and immediately fell asleep, ending one of the more memorable nights and parties i had in recent memory.

as i end this entry, i would like to thank, first and foremost, the head honcho, the man himself, the one and only, raffy b for the tickets to the year’s biggest party i’ve attended. as always, you never fail to amaze the mailing list. looking forward to that “listers’ table” at the next party! and of course, to cher, charlyn, jong, tin, gio, rizza, chinggay, tom alvarez, boom gonzales, and of course, the loveliest person that evening, francesca for making that night very, very memorable. as always, rx throws the best parties ever and here’s to another 22 years for you guys!

to blog readers who want to join the mailing list, please visit http://www.rx931.com. =)

soaked and drenched

a few weeks into the month of june, people were wondering, “i thought it was supposed to be rainy season? then why is it so damn hot?” i should know, i was one of those who were wondering about the same thing. not that i’m complaining, i guess i’m just used to have the thinking that when june starts, rain also starts to fall from the sky. then towards the end of july, the weather started to turn weird. in a single day, it would rain and shine about three or four times, usually one right after the other. then, as you may have noticed, during the past two weeks, the sun had hidden itself amongst the clouds, it’s powerful rays blocked by sheer thickness of rain and moisture.

i actually liked what has happened during the past few days. although there are really inconveniences when it’s raining (it can’t be helped–like flooding, having difficulty getting public transport, roads getting potholes, increased traffic, and of course, sickness) i actually look forward to hearing the sound of rain hitting the rooftops, especially when i’m at home. for some reason, it helps me relax most especially after i arrive home from work in the afternoon. I also think that rain sets the mood for a lot of things. my favorite is on a rainy day-off, instead of watching tv or surfing the net, i go to my room, bag of chips and beverage in hand, and scatter all my cd’s on the bed and play laid back, easy listening music (most preferably ballads starting from the late 80’s and beyond from reo speedwagon, cheap trick, john waite, tom petty, dave matthews, tears for fears, tom scott, glass tiger, john mayer–just to name a few) while sitting cozily on the couch, put my feet up and chow down some chips while jamming (unfortunately, my room doesn’t have space for a couch so i guess my bed would have to do). that for me, is the ultimate stress-reliever. thinking of nothing but the tunes that i hear, enjoying the melodies of instruments playing in harmony, tapping my feet or nodding my head to the beat of the song in the background during mid-morning or mid-afternoon (makes me miss my drum-playing stint back in high school). at that point in time, i could manage to smile and say to myself, “it’s all good.”

on the other hand, rain makes certain people nostalgic. i also have, on a number of occasions, reflect or reminisce personal events, especially when it’s raining hard outside and the electricity is out. and it sometimes coincides with something that has happened to you which affected you emotionally (say a breakup or a fight you had with a significant other). it’s like the heavens are empathizing with how you feel and rain is the mode of comfort you’re being given. it is in these times that i want to have such artists as diana reeves, melissa manchester, julia fordham, james ingram, patti austin, lani hall, michael buble, and even kenny g playing in the background. their songs make you feel more pain to the point of breaking down and crying. but as they say, after the rain, comes the sunshine. no matter how much sorrow you have, or pain you felt, in time, like rain, it’ll all go away and the warmth of the sun and the chirping of the birds beckons you to move on and start over. this is, how a cliche comes to call it, how life goes on.

let me end this simple entry with the lyrics of one of my all-time favorite songs which i frequently listen not just on rainy days, but also when i’m driving or when i just need a feel-good song to listen to. the words are very simple, yet the way the music was brought together makes it for a beat and rhythm so light-hearted yet soulful that listening to it once is not enough. i’m having LSS (last song syndrome) because of it. anyway, hope everyone has a good weekend ahead!

How Do You Talk To An Angel
The Heights

I Hear Her Voice In My Mind

I Know Her Face By Heart

Heaven And Earth Are Moving In My Soul

I Don’t Know Where To Start

Tell Me Tell Me

The Words To Define

The Way I Feel About Someone So Fine

How Do You Talk To An Angel

How Do You Hold Her Close To Where You Are

How Do You Talk To An Angel

It’s Like Trying To Catch A Falling Star

At Night I Dream

That She Is There

When I Can’t Feel Her In The Air

Tell Me Tell Me

The Words To Define

The Way I Feel About Someone So Fine

How Do You Talk To An Angel

How Do You Hold Her Close To Where You Are

How Do You Talk To An Angel

It’s Like Trying To Catch A Falling Star

How Do You Talk To An Angel

How Do You Hold Her Close To Where You Are

How Do You Talk To An Angel

It’s Like Trying To Catch A Falling Star

How Do You Talk To An Angel

How Do You Hold Her Close To Where You Are

How Do You Talk To An Angel

It’s Like Trying To Catch A Falling Star

Yeah

Yeah Oh…..

rambling thoughts on a sunday mid-morning

“…’commitment’–it’s what makes you tick; the only problem is, you’re just not good at letting go…”

i decided to start my entry with that quote from the latest episode of “Lost” which can be seen on AXN every thursday at 9pm. why? well, simply because it hit close to home, if not directly. it was said by the father of one of the main characters of the program on his impending marriage. nervous about maybe not ending up as the husband or even the father he hopes to be, the doctor (jack, the main character) asked his father if he should still marry her fiance. and the father responds with the given quote. i guess that on all the relationships i’ve had, i used the same approach. once i commit to someone or something, i go all the way. like a racehorse with blinders at the side of the eyes i block out all distractions and keep a razor-sharp focus on what’s in front of me. i guess that in the same way, with the same blinders, i tend to lose sight of the bigger picture of things so that when the time comes, for one reason or another, that the thing or the relationship i committed to suddenly ends, i still go on, continuing to be blinded by that strong sense of commitment.

honestly, i believe all relationships should have that approach. although without the blinders. you may ask, what are those “blinders” i’m talking about? well, there is actually only one which can multiply into all sorts things or grow bigger, thus blocking your sense of, well, sanity for one the more you keep it close to you. and that is fear. fear of making the same mistakes, fear of failed relationships past, fear of not living up to the expectations of the one you love, fear of maybe not being the “one” for him/her, fear that he/she is not serious about you compared to what you have for him/her, or fear that he/she might actually meet someone better than you. any of these given fears will lead to the one fear we hate the most–fear of losing the one you love.

which brings me to another quote i came across. this time, the quote was mentioned in episode three of star wars (which i watched on dvd last week). i’m not sure if this is the exact wording used but i’ll try to get into the main message of it. who said it? well, it’s the all-wise and powerful yoda and it goes,

“…train yourself to let go of the things you fear to lose…”

…or something to that effect. in any case, it teaches us to live life to the fullest. that life goes on. that there may be something better that awaits us. that we too, like the relationships we have, will one day have our own end. but there is one thing that puzzles me though, and in no way do i mean any harm to jedi purists out there reading this, but how can a person of the jedi order block feelings of love (especially when it comes to relationships) and continue doing good when in doing good itself, some sort or degree of love is involved? you may say the same thing about priests or the religious, but that’s a whole different ballgame.

in any case, who am i or where is my place to question such things? i’m only human and last i heard, humans aren’t perfect to say the least. all i know is that we can all learn from both the quotes i’ve mentioned. no matter how we look at it, no matter how we think of it, or how we feel about it, at the end of the day, it’s our perception about life and love that’s important. love is the most mysterious of all mysteries and at times, there is no right or wrong when decisions are made in the name of love. for me, i have had no regrets doing what i have done, especially in the last few months. the decisions i made have given me maybe a step or two closer to finding out the bigger picture destined for me. but as of now, i still can’t seem to figure out what it is, or how will it pan out.

i guess only one question remains my friends sometimes ask me that i also need to ask myself: based on the relationships i’ve had and the attempts i have also made to have one, do i really have a hard time letting go? for now, the only answer i could give is in a form of another quote which i have mentioned before: “when you tell someone that you love him/her with all your heart and soul, never leave some for yourself, otherwise it’s not worth saying it at all.”

return of the comeback (part two)

on the personal side of things, nothing new happened what’s quite interesting to take note was that communication between donna and i improved. wait, hold on, let me explain what that means before things pop into your head. let’s backtrack to my birthday. after doing what i did (i need not explain it here again, just scroll down if you want to read it all over again), i promised myself that i won’t be initiating any kind of communication with her, and that everything is up to her. if she calls, fine, we talk. if she sends me a text message that needs a reply, then i reply back. but in under no circumstances would i start or initiate any form of communication whatsoever.

i’m proud to say that since that day, i haven’t done anything to break that personal promise to myself. now you’ll be asking, how did communication between me and donna improve? the answer is quite simple: she calls me now more often. the last time we talked was saturday night, before i got ready to go to work. and we actually talk close to five times a week. all during the same time, say around 11:30pm until around 1am. yeah, it’s quite surprising because after the birthday incident until the accident (may 24 to june 23 to be exact) she called me maybe a total of five or six times. since the accident, as i’ve mentioned, she calls me almost every night. what do we talk about? well, nothing serious, just how our days went and all that. she does more of the talking actually, telling me about her being out always and the time she spends with her friends. i admit, i thought of asking her out again, but not wanting to have ghosts of “we’ll see” past and reminding myself of the promise i made, the thought never became reality. although we did see each other once. the last time i saw her before that was during my brother’s birthday party, meaning it was two months before i got to see her again. but it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, although it was quite important which prompted us to meet for a few minutes. the reason? well, she needed money to settle a financial obligation and her friends who owed her money weren’t able to pay up when needed. it actually started out as a joke (the way she asked me if i could help her out by lending her money) because the amount was farily large. without hesitation, i said yes. she then asked me if i was joking and i said no. i still had spare cash from the loan i got and rather than spending it on some unnecessary things, i thought i’d rather help her out by lending her the money. which led to us meeting after my shift for a few minutes just to give her the money. i acutally forgot what day that was, but it didn’t matter to me anymore.

i guess you’re wondering why, after all that she’s done to me, would i do something like that for her? i sometimes ask that question myself, but it all boils down to someone i hold dear and close to my heart asking for my help and i would answer in my own simple way. i also really try not to jump to conclusions on the reason why she calls me more often now, but i can’t help but notice the trend. i actually thought that after the “questioning activities” squabble we had over the cellphone to her telling me about throwing away the letter i had for her on my birthday that that was it. that if ever she would call me, it would be like once a month or longer. one friend even told me, “maybe she still has feelings for you that she’s trying to sort out by talking to you and finding out if you have changed.” honestly, i don’t know and don’t want to know if there is still any kind of feeling i have for her because the last time i did talk about it, i ended up getting nothing. but to be more honest, yes, i do think about her sometimes, but it’s merely reminiscing what we had. i actually don’t look forward to her calls; in fact, i’m always asleep everytime she calls me. i just wake up at the sound of the phone ringing and finding out that it’s her. being the person i am, i won’t just brush her off by saying i’m sleeping because i have work later (i actually never did that to anyone who called me while i’m sleeping) and just continue the conversation. as of now, all i can say is that we talk on a regular basis, but nowhere near about us gong out or the like. you can say that donna and i have been reduced to being “phone pals.”

is there anything to look forward to, you ask? in my opinion, i don’t think there is any and i wouldn’t like to think that there is any. although she hasn’t paid me back (i told her to pay me when she’s quite stable in her expenses) i still continue to not think of anything unless it happens. that, in a nutshell concludes my comeback entry. i wanted to touch base on the political crisis in the country, but with the easing of the tension over the past few days, my comment would be quite offline, so to speak. i only have one thing to say about it though, but before i do, i want to make it crystal clear that i am not pro-gma, nor am i pro-opposition. with that in mind, here’s my thought on the subject of the “hello garci” fiasco: is there something wrong with a candidate, be it the incumbent president or not, to call up an elections officer asking him/her the margin she has over her opponent? i mean seriously? is it really that bad or is it against election rules? if it was, then an administrative punishment would be enough. if there are allegations of cheating basing on that conversation (which i personally think doesn’t have any if you analyze the conversation with logical thinking) then proceed with the impeachment process. asking the president to step down is so passe. just because we were able to force one president to step down doesn’t mean we can always do the same henceforth. it’s just me, thinking aloud. comments? most welcome!!