Build Me Up, Bitter Crap

Posted in infuriatum, patheticism

How many times do I have to keep ruining great friendships, huh? What fine crap have I gotten myself into again this time? At this rate I’m never gonna keep any real friends. Now she hates me because I told her I liked her. How many times have we seen that happen to me eh? Some idiots never learn.

I know you don’t even bother reading this so it makes no sense for me to post this but hey, in case you do I just wanna let you know how much I regret ever telling you that. Honestly if I could take that back just to keep this friendship going I’d do it.

We were fine for about a week after the revelation and I thought that was the end of it. Now you drop this on me? That you’re not comfortable with me anymore? I’m offering you pure friendship despite the fact that I did like you, and you show me the door. What gives?

Now, I really don’t want to get into another argument (especially with you) on the very first day of 2008. I’m just really frustrated about how things turned out between us, so I vent. I know I brought this upon myself. If this is really how you want it to be then so be it. If we can’t be friends anymore then we could at least be civil. We owe each other that much. Hope you have a great year!

edit:
It's crucial that I add this bit of comment that I made about this post.

VinCe Says:
January 13th, 2008 at 7:07 am
Know what? Scratch this blog. Let’s not be civil. For the record, you started this.

Note to Self: Drink Less, Forget Less.

Posted in happy thoughts, subservience

I really have to stop partying too hard. Dammit I was falling-down-drunk again last night. Well yeah it was iZone’s first ever Christmas party and we really had plenty of reasons to celebrate, but I didn’t mean to celebrate like that! It was fun really, the parts that I remember. I’m afraid I won’t be able to tell you folks the rest of the story because I think I passed out some time after we started slamming into one another. It must have been so embarrassing. I never got any of the raffle prizes. Oh well, maybe next year. And oh by the way, we won the grand prize for our Christmas presentation. We rock! Here are just some of the photos I took last night, while I was still conscious.

Rock on people, rock on!

Me, Boss Ed, DJ Chloe, and DJ Nina

Mother warned me about you.

Despite my memory loss, the whole event was a blast!

Hey...

Posted in happy thoughts, patheticism

Thanks for taking the time to read this. I am happy that we are back to our old ways again, although I would have to admit that I still wish sometimes that you had given me the chance to prove my worth. But its OK, I know you have your reasons. I just wish you all the best, and hey - we’re still friends so you can come to me anytime. Take care.

One Hour to Come Up with a Catchy Title and This is What I Come Up With?

Posted in patheticism

Ever had the feeling like winning the lottery one day, then getting run over and mangled by a Peterbilt on the next?

That’s sort of how I felt this past weekend. Something really, really, really amazing happened to me the other day and it took me almost 3 days to get over the ecstasy. In fact, I’m still a little euphoric and I honestly don’t think that I’d ever forget that feeling. Now I won’t go into details, if YOU happen to read this don’t worry. I don’t plan on giving a play-by-play account of that night.

So then suddenly it just hit me. I took advantage of you. I know I shouldn’t have; but I’ve had this thing for you for the longest time. Can’t blame a guy for being human, can you? I know I haven’t got a chance with you. That’s the part when I got hit by the Peterbilt.

There just ain’t enough words to explain how I feel right now. When I think about it all I get are bad puns and horrible analogies. I had her in my arms only to realize that it just can’t happen. I hate these trysts with half-drunk, half-conscious, vulnerable women. Somehow these things always end up blowing up in my face. God it sucks to be me.

Coffee Crunch

Posted in mundaneity, subservience

So its that time of the month again!

No, I’m not talking bout that time of the month ladies. I’m talking about my occasional banter about the rubbish that I call life. Lets start with the women in my life.

Nothing to talk about there, lets talk bout something else.

Work? Hmm.. a lot of talk seems to be going on in the office about people coming and going. Its really more of the going that’s annoying me. Frankly, after hearing almost everybody’s nutty whining, I’m not complaining. I’m still happy with what I’m doing, thank you. Now if the fates gets all cranky and decide that its time to move on to higher grounds, that’s when I’ll cross the bridge, so to speak. But for now I am still grateful for the wonderful opportunity, and actually the tiny optimist in me hopes that the company does grow. For everyone’s happiness. Right?

What else? I’m hooked on this PS2 game, God of War II. It totally rocks, but one day I just know I’m gonna get in trouble for playing that game in the office. Bridge? Getting there? Oh well.

I know I gotta wake up at 6 in the effing morning but I had this urge (not that kinda’ urge), to write something.

These past few weeks have really been an eye-opener for me, in more ways than one. I found out there’s life outside of my homeland. I suddenly had this feeling that I actually wanted to leave the country. But then again, maybe not. I also realized how far I’ve come from the days at Client Logic. I remember the very first interview I had, how nervous I was, first few days of training. I know I’m still far from where I’d really want to be but looking back to where I came from, suddenly it doesn’t look to be much further than I expected. Hang in there my friend. Now I’m talking to myself again. Loser.

Dragon's Balls?

Posted in happy thoughts, patheticism, sad thoughts, subservience

Its been a while now since my last blog entry.

So here I am again, blabbering for the sake of those who care enough to read my sh*t. For the many who don’t.. well you wouldn’t really get the message even if you did. Now where do I start? OK, I got (laterally) promoted to "Researcher" and I am now part of our Training Team (Dragons Rock!).

I could not say enough about how happy I am to land this position, and I sorta’ pride myself in being the first outside of Wave 1 (according to one of our QA’s) to get "promoted". Although, as I parenthetically stated that it was just a lateral promotion (meaning no "Oh my God, Mom! Look at my payslip now!"), I am still very grateful for this opportunity. I have always wanted to be part of any training team, and I am proud to say that this team that I am now a part of truly ROCKS! What else could you ask for when 2 of your colleagues are really hot (but cool) radio DJ’s? I mean, how cool is that? Mind you, they’re really smart too. I look up to them (figuratively) with so much respect.

And my co-promotee, (wow I made a new word!) he’s great at all the technical stuff that we do and I enjoy working with him. I do feel a little pressure because not only am I the first outside of Wave 1 (blah, blah, blah..), but the position that I currently hold is really quite new. Before now we didn’t really have a researcher. But so far I’ve been holding up and hopefully once we get the ball rolling I’d feel more comfortable in my new role. Its really a new experience for me to go to the office and NOT wear a headset (not that I’m complaining though). Kinda’ awkward really. I

know some people feel that for some reason the researcher position’s a joke, but we’re out to prove ‘em wrong. I’ve never been this excited about work in ages, and I’m raring to go! Go Dragons! - unofficial team battle cry.

On to a different subject.

Recently, I fell into a really awkward situation with someone. For the longest time I’ve been "sweet-talking" my way into her pants unsuccessfully, until the day came when we almost ended up, you know, celebrating Christmas early this year. Well, yes the operative word in that sentence kids is "almost", which means "pffffftt".

I mean we did go see a movie together, which we both have already seen before, and really didn’t focus much on the big screen (I’ll be a git and let your dirty little brain conjure images of what we did instead), but somehow in the middle of things she uh.. I dunno, changed her mind? She said she was into it, and for a second there I really thought that we were on the verge of (BLEEP!)-ing our brains out.

But you see folks, we’re in a real predicament. For reasons that I am not at liberty to discuss (plus the fact that I really don’t want to tell you why), we simply just can’t be together. So now days after the pickle, talking to her’s been kinda weird. I really feel that somehow something’s changed, even though she says otherwise.

I still show her that I’m notoriously persistent, the pesky hormonally-imbalanced jerk that I am, but its just not the same as before. Perhaps its because she really means "NO" this time. Serves me right for being such an unbearable prat.

Sadly, 2 of my friends at work got fired yesterday. So sad..

Now since I can’t think of any other happy thought to conclude another miserable attempt to achieve literary greatness, I’ll just wrap things up with this message from our sponsors: "

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10, 20

Posted in mundaneity, patheticism

Haven’t we all wondered how we’d all be like 10, 20 years from now? So looking back 10, 20 years ago I’d say "What the hell happened?". Now the fact that I have the ability to remember things 10, 20 years ago says something about my age (quit laughing Rufus), but I couldn’t help thinking how much has changed since then. Its a bit disappointing but at the same time I’m relatively happy about where I stand right now, considering all the sh*t I’ve gone through.

Oh no I haven’t even begun to talk about how "disturbing" my so-called-life was the last couple of years. That topic will be discussed in another boring episode of Blah blah blah.. Now that I’m here though, I couldn’t help but wonder about what’s in store for me say 10, 20 years from now. Would I still be the same dark egotistical literary wannabe that I am today, or would I turn out to be one of those "i-turned-out-like-this-because-life-was-so-cruel-but-i-couldn’t-come-close-to-killing-myself-so-i-just-write" kinda’ guys.

Well hopefully blogging would still exist 10, 20 years from now so I can tell all my non-existent readers how the story of my life came to it most anticipated (yeah right) conclusion. But right now all I can say for myself is that I got myself back in the game, and hopefully its not too late for me to come back from a 10, 20-point deficit in the fourth quarter, with barely four minutes left in the game clock. The ball’s in my court now so screw you destiny.

I’m talking figuratively, of course. I lost my athleticism a long time ago.

But I developed this uncanny ability to remain perfectly stoic and apathetic if I wanted to. That means I don’t give a f*ck whether you like me or not. If you treat me nice I’ll reciprocate. If u don’t then to me you don’t exist. I’ll put a stop to this whimsical pretense of a blog now. Gotta get some sleep before I go back and become society’s b*tch again at 4 AM. Besides, its kinda irritating how "10, 20" appears in this piece of crap so many effing times.

Heroes

Posted in feebility, mundaneity, sports TV and current events

Now I’m not here to pen up a classy, smart-ass review of NBC’s newest hit series "Heroes". I’m just here to say that this show absolutely blew my mind! I literally stayed up entire nights watching episode after episode after episode! You just can’t get enough! Not to mention all the hours I’ve spent downloading all 23 episodes!

Like c’mon, an indestructible cheerleader? (Kudos to you Hayden Panettiere). Who comes up with these ideas? Oh yeah right, creator Tim Kring.

And you gotta love Masi Oka, the funny Japanese guy who plays the role of time-travelling hero, Hiro (how original) that has the ability to bend space and time. And who wouldn’t want to be Peter Petrelli (Milo Ventimiglia) who can "absorb" every hero’s ability just by being near them.

What I find most interesting about this show is that you wouldn’t really know who the bad guys really are until the very end. I mean, of course you’ld know who they are but there will be times (thanks to the many twists and turns of the storyline) when even the baddest of ‘em all would show their good sides. The characters will keep you guessing until you’re at the edge of your seat! (That’s why their called "twists" dummy).

Watch out for the in-betweener, Heroes: Origins, that’ll run for about 6 episodes before Season 2 comes around. I wonder what they’ll think of next. Now if I could only say their names right..

What Now?

Posted in funky music, mundaneity, patheticism, subservience

Here I am again. I dunno, I just felt like letting my fingers loose on my keyboard again. Maybe I’ll finally get to write something that makes sense tonight. Just maybe. Nobody reads this shit anyway.

So I got a new job again. New, in the sense that my ID will just display a different company logo, but all things considered I practically crept my way back from obscure depression into masochistic passivity. But who knows? Maybe I’ll enjoy making senselessly repetitive conversation with all those faceless morons again. I can hardly wait.

I patched things up with an old buddy yesterday. I sorta pissed him off by nagging him into helping me get a job in the call center that he works for, only for him to find out after telling all his co-workers how great and reliable I was, that I AWOL-ed a week after getting signed up. I still feel bad about what I did but I had my reasons. I just feel better now that we’re OK.

Pop quiz time. How many idiots does it take to ruin a perfectly good friendship? Just one, me. Even though she says we’re back to being our old abnormal selves again I can’t help but feel like she’s already made a decision to keep her distance. It feels awfully weird really. I hate it. Why couldn’t have I just kept my mouth shut that night. Oh well. If you’re reading this, you think you’ve got problems? I haven’t even begun to tell you.

And to the guys who I had the privilege of playing with tonight, I know last night’s performance wasn’t going to win us any Grammy Awards but hey, they ought to give us a break. After all, we’re talking about shitty instruments and misappropriated funding here. Add to that the fact that we’re kinda short on band members, and what you get is a mediocre performance that would make even Willie Revillame sound less annoying. But all is not lost guys. If anything, this could be our chance to make the elders see how badly we need their support, if they wanna keep the music playing during our seminars, right? See I told you there’s always something good about everything. Wait was that optimism? Who are you and what are you doing inside my head?

I think I’ll stop this pretentious ego-trip right about now and call it a night. Who said I’d write anything that actually made sense anyway? And stop drooling Tom, she’s perfectly capable of carrying her own boobs. Grr!

Hah! What a Surprise.

Posted in mundaneity, patheticism

I had just realized something. Most of the crap that I blogged about this month made no sense at all. They were just a product of my insatiable desire for attention (cue vomit). I’m sorry.

Going South - by Imaginary Broken-Hearted Musician

Posted in feebility, patheticism

One stupid phrase
That weird look on your face
Told me things are never gonna be the same

I told you how I felt
I just wanted to melt
Never knew exactly how to play your game

Things just got so weird
All the things that I feared
Came crashing down in my attempt to be real

Now you don’t take my calls
I’ve got nothing at all
Since the day I told you how I feel

(Chorus)
I broke your trust I know
And I regret ever opening my mouth
But I couldn’t help it, its real
Now things between us are going south

Maybe you’d come back around
And things will fall back in to place
Its hard to stay alone in the dark

Bring us back to before
Friends and not more
Remembering our days in the park

(repeat chorus)

Going south
Going south

At least we’re getting somewhere.

(I honestly can't remember how this song goes, nor can I remember who or what this is for. what a load of crap, hehe.)

A Sad Day

Posted in familia, sad thoughts

Our nanny Choleng passed away Monday morning. I would like to thank everyone who prayed for her, and ask that we continue to pray for her soul. She will surely be missed.

What the F*ck was I Thinking!?

Posted in patheticism

My feelings exactly. I won’t elaborate on this. This actually means a lot of things, but my answer will depend on who’s asking the right questions. If this doesn’t make sense to you then that means you’re either curious or completely uninterested.

Hey, would it really be so bad if we were to elevate our current status to the next level? I mean hey, what’s the worst that could happen, right?

(For literal translations just ask me or leave a comment. Anybody. Help.)

Prison Break

Posted in geek speak, patheticism

Thanks to uTorrent, I finally get to see the rest of Prison Break’s second season. Though for the life of me I still can’t figure out how to speed up the download process but it gets the job done anyway. And oh my best friend got home and we’re getting married in 10 - 15 years.

New Friends!

Posted in happy thoughts, patheticism

We were out last night for Dru’s birthday celebration and we met some new friends in Chai and Irene. Guess I was too drunk to notice but man were they awesome! I didn’t realize how pretty she was until I got sober. WTF!

Basilio Boys

Posted in mundaneity

These guys are just a few of my drinking buddies at Basilio. I dunno, I just thought I'd post a picture of 'em here. From left to right: Binchee, Mike (standing), Tom, and Bong.

Jobless Bum Writes

Posted in mundaneity, subservience

Hehe.. As far as I can tell this would be my first blog entry as a worthless member of society. Yep, I got no job. And the reason why I’m blogging today is.. I dunno. I just thought I’d write something. Turns out I ain’t got anything interesting to write about. So there.

Children of the Corn

Posted in familia

Here's Keia munching on some corn. Can't tell if she's enjoying it, seeing as she doesn't have a full set of teeth yet but hey, kids will be kids right?

Keia

Posted in familia

Back in 2007 I was totally clueless about how to work with Blogger. This is a photo of my niece, Keia - or more affectionately known as Betchay.

The original caption on this post says: "Im still trying to figure out how to work Blogspot, so here's a picture of my niece Keia."

Cracker Head

Posted in familia, humor mongering

This is my nephew, Batsi.

I kept the original post titles during the merger, but I made some refinements with the post body, for stuff like fonts and alignment.

The original caption for this photo was "I still hear those voices in my head!".

Jam!

Posted in funky music, mundaneity

This is my very first blog post. This was uploaded from my Sony Ericsson K800i mobile phone. I have since merged my old blog posts with Stories from the Simian crease.

Choleng

Posted in familia, sad thoughts

Today our family’s nanny for over 30 years, Choleng, suffered her second stroke, and I really felt sorry for her. Even though there were times when our relationship with her was less than perfect, her loyalty to all of us has made her a part of the family. I suddenly realized that we were not prepared for a sudden loss in the family. To be honest, I was terrified by the thought that the very same thing could happen to mom. I know it is inevitable but I pray that He strengthens me when the time comes. Choleng is now 75 years old and she’s still very loyal and dependable, although age has already caught up with her. I ask everyone who shares a little of their time to read my blogs to spend a few more seconds to say a quiet little prayer for Choleng. She deserves it.

note: Choleng passed away soon after this post. I'd like to thank everyone who shared their prayers with us then.