Arr-neo Survey

Stolen from Julie's blog...


1. What's your ID number?
--022902 (I had to check my college ID in my wallet hehe)

2. Was Ateneo your first choice?
-- no! i always wanted to study in UP dil

3. Do you know what your ACET score is?
-- no, but i'd like to see it.


4. What course was your first choice?
-- AB Pre-div

5. Second choice?
-- ughm... Comsci ata. haha.

6. Third choice?
-- chem???

7. Fourth choice?
-- di ko na alam.

8. Ano course mo ngayon?
-- AB Callboy

9. Did you have any plans of shifting?
-- shifting work. yeah.

10. Chinito/chinita ka ba?
-- no.

11. Taga-Ateneo High?
-- hindi rin.

12. Did you have fun in your OrSem?
-- it was okay....

13. Saang gate ka pumasok nung first day?
-- first day of class? sa sanjosese gate. hehe

14. Are you staying in a dorm?
-- yeah. sanjose.

15. Ever had an F in your grade report?
-- never! I had a W though... Taekwondo. hehe

16. How about an A?
-- oo naman. chem. some philo subjects. other pe's.

17. Highest grade?
-- A

18. Lowest grade?
-- C, pesteng history.

19. Worst experience in ADMU?
-- i can't remember... baka sadyang kinalimutan ko na.

20. Do you always attend class?
-- as much as i can. but i spend my authorized absences din.. wisely. hehe.

21. What's/what are your org/orgs?
--- ACIL for life

22. How many units have you passed?
--- forgot. basta i graduated. that's all that matters.

23. Nangangarap ka bang maglaude?
-- hinde. pagkatapos na lang ng graduation na naisip ko un. hehe. (labo)

24. When will you graduate?
-- grad na nga eh

25. Fave subject/s?
-- CHEM! hehe. and philo with calasanz. tska psych.

26. Worst subject/s?
-- Historrrrrrry. Historrrrrry! HISTORRRRRRRY!

27. Fave landmark sa ADMU?
-- SANJOSE ROOF DECK!

28. Fave kainan?
-- ARRUPE. hehe. dami food dun.

29. How do you get to school?
-- I walk.

30. Are you always at the lib?
-- most of the time. nagsisighting. hehe.

31. Ever gone to the infirmary when you were sick?
-- yeah.

32. Do you have a crush in campus?
-- naman.

33. May balak kang mag-MS, PhD?
-- uu.

34. Have you ever watched a graduation ceremony?
-- my graduation lang.

35. Do you know the "Song for Mary" by heart?
-- dati. ngayon, some words na lang. hehe. whistle na lang, pwede?

36. Memorize mo ba ang Fabilioh?
-- Fabilio-h. Fabilio-ah. Fablioh fablioh. Ra ra ra ra. hehe

37. ...ang Halikinu?
-- baliktad ata. ehehehe.

38. ...eh ang Blue Eagle Spelling?
-- yan alam ko yan. magaling akos a spelling. hehe

39. Are you part of Team Ateneo?
-- ano un?

40. Who's your fave UAAP basketball player?
-- ughmm... ung girl na classmate ni koonce.. carolyn somthing. hehe

41. Ever had a perfect score in an exam?
-- oo naman. chem. wala pa ko dalang calculator niyan ah. hehe.

42. Ano ang ayaw mo sa Hell Week?
-- I love hell week. So many things to do, so little time. I loved planning my schedule, and then not following them, and then rushing. hehe.

43. Dito ka ba natuto uminom ng beer?
-- yeah. tsaka magyosi

44. What do you like about our school?
-- dami chicks.

45. Ano ang ayaw mo?
-- kayabangan nila.

46. Have you ever bought anything at the A-shop?
-- lighter! hehe

47. Maganda ba ID pic mo?
-- hinde. guwapo un.

48. Done anything illegal on campus?
-- hehe

49. Bought anything at National Katips?
-- naman.

50. Ever gone to Starbucks Katips?
-- yup.

51. May nakaaway ka na ba sa school?
-- bait ko.

52. QPI?
-- basta C+/B hehe.

A Little Priest

Below is my favorite song in the musical film "Sweeney Todd: Demon Barber of Fleet Street." The film is about a barber getting revenge for the injustice he experienced from the malicious hands of the judge. I think this song sums up the theme. It was sung by Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney when they were contemplating on what to do with the body of Petrelli, Sweeney's first victim. Their solution, make meat pies. And not just Petrelli's meat, who else? and what was their reasoning? Listen...






A LITTLE PRIEST

MRS. LOVETT: Seems a downright shame...

TODD: Shame?

LOVETT: Seems an awful waste...
Such a nice, plump frame
Wot's 'is name has...
Had...
Has!
Nor it can't be traced...
Bus'ness needs a lift,
Debts to be erased...
Think of it as thrift,
As a gift,
If you get my drift!

No?

Seems an awful waste...
I mean, with the price of meat
What it is,
When you get it,
If you get it...

TODD: HAH!

LOVETT: Good, you got it!
Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop!
Bus'ness never better using only pussycats and toast!
And a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most!
And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste!

[Simultaneously]

TODD: Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion
LOVETT: Well, it does seem a waste...

TODD: Eminently practical
And yet appropriate as always!
LOVETT: It's an idea...

TODD: Mrs. Lovett, how I've lived
Without you all these years, I'll never know!
How delectable!
Also undetectable!

LOVETT: Think about it!
Lots of other gentlemen'll
Soon be comin' for a shave,
Won't they?
Think of
All them
Pies!

TODD: How choice!
How Rare!


TODD: For what's the sound of the world out there?
LOVETT: What, Mr. Todd? What, Mr. Todd? What is that sound?
TODD: Those crunching noises pervading the air!
LOVETT: Yes, Mr. Todd! Yes, Mr. Todd! Yes, all around!
TODD: It's man devouring man, my dear!
BOTH: And [LOVETT: Then] who are we to deny it in here?
TODD: (spoken) These are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett, and desperate measures are called for!
LOVETT: Here we are, now! Hot out of the oven!

TODD: What is that?
LOVETT: It's priest. Have a little priest.
TODD: Is it really good?
LOVETT: Sir, it's too good, at least! Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh, So it's pretty fresh.
TODD: Awful lot of fat.
LOVETT: Only where it sat.
TODD: Haven't you got poet, or something like that?
LOVETT: No, y'see, the trouble with poet is'Ow do you know it's deceased? Try the priest!
TODD: (spoken) Heavenly! Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps, but then again, not as bland as curate, either!
LOVETT: And good for business, too -- always leaves you wantin' more! Trouble is, we only get it on Sundays! Lawyer's rather nice.
TODD: If it's for a price.
LOVETT: Order something else, though, to follow, Since no one should swallow it twice!
TODD: Anything that's lean.
LOVETT: Well, then, if you're British and loyal, You might enjoy Royal Marine! Anyway, it's clean. Though of course, it tastes of wherever it's been!
TODD: Is that squire, On the fire?
LOVETT: Mercy no, sir, look closer, You'll notice it's grocer!
TODD: Looks thicker, More like vicar!
LOVETT:No, it has to be grocer --It's green!

TODD: The history of the world, my love --
LOVETT: Save a lot of graves, Do a lot of relatives favors!
TODD: Is those below serving those up above!
LOVETT: Ev'rybody shaves,So there should be plenty of flavors!
TODD: How gratifying for once to know
BOTH: That those above will serve those down below!

LOVETT: (spoken) Now let's see, here... We've got tinker.
TODD: Something... pinker.
LOVETT: Tailor?
TODD: Paler.
LOVETT: Butler?
TODD: Subtler.
LOVETT: Potter?
TODD: Hotter.
LOVETT: Locksmith? Lovely bit of clerk.
TODD: Maybe for a lark.

LOVETT: Then again there's sweep
If you want it cheap
And you like it dark!
Try the financier,
Peak of his career!
TODD:That looks pretty rank.
LOVETT:Well, he drank,
It's a bank
Cashier.
Never really sold.
Maybe it was old.

TODD: Have you any Beadle?
LOVETT: Next week, so I'm told!
Beadle isn't bad till you smell it and
Notice 'ow well it's been greased...
Stick to priest!

(spoken) Now then, this might be a little bit stringy,
but then of course it's... fiddle player!
TODD: No, this isn't fiddle player -- it's piccolo player!
LOVETT: 'Ow can you tell?
TODD: It's piping hot!
LOVETT: Then blow on it first!

TODD: The history of the world, my sweet --
LOVETT: Oh, Mr. Todd, Ooh, Mr. Todd, What does it tell?
TODD: Is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat!
LOVETT: And, Mr. Todd, Too, Mr. Todd, Who gets to sell!
TODD: But fortunately, it's also clear
BOTH: That [L: But] ev'rybody goes down well with beer!

LOVETT: (spoken)
Since marine doesn't appeal to you, 'ow about... rear admiral?
TODD: Too salty. I prefer general.
LOVETT: With, or without his privates? "With" is extra.

TODD: What is that?
LOVETT: It's fop.
Finest in the shop.
And we have some shepherd's pie peppered
With actual shepherd on top!
And I've just begun --
Here's the politician, so oily
It's served with a doily,
Have one!

TODD: Put it on a bun.
Well, you never know if it's going to run!
LOVETT: Try the friar,
Fried, it's drier!
TODD: No, the clergy is really
Too coarse and too mealy!

LOVETT: Then actor,
That's compacter!
TODD: Yes, and always arrives overdone!
I'll come again when you have JUDGE on the menu!

LOVETT: (spoken) Wait! True, we don't have judge yet,
but we've got something you might fancy even better.
TODD: What's that?
LOVETT: Executioner!

TODD: Have charity towards the world, my pet!
LOVETT: Yes, yes, I know, my love!
TODD: We'll take the customers that we can get!
LOVETT: High-born and low, my love!
TODD: We'll not discriminate great from small!
No, we'll serve anyone,
Meaning anyone,
BOTH: And to anyone At all!

RAndom Typing

Yey! Magsusulat na ulit ako! Kumusta ka na lemonink? Active ka pa rin ba? Nakakasawa na rin ang design mo. Ayaw mo palitan? Ano? Ako magpapalit? Eh wala na ako maisip na ipalit sa yo eh. Malaki ka na dapat ikaw na pumili ng design mo. Hindi lagi ay makapag-oonline ako para palitan ka. Hindi ka marunong? Antagal na natin magkasama, hindi ka pa rin marunong? Eh nakatatlong designs ka na nga di ba? ung una ung maitim, tapos naging puti, tapos naging malalemon. Hindi ba madali lang? Oo. Hangga't hindi mo sinusubukan, hindi mo malalaman kung madali o mahirap. Kaya dapat pagbalik ko nakapagpalit ka na ha? Ha? O siya, nakatalikod na naman ang aking magaling na superbisor, babalik na ulit ako sa ginagawa kong pagbabasa ng Ranma 1/2, pagdadownload ng mp3, at pagfrefrenster. Salamat sa pagentertain sa akin. Pramis, babalik ako't kuwekuwentuhan kita ulit ng buhay buhay ha? Jan ka lang. As if naman may mapupuntahan ka di ba? Hehe. Nararamdaman kong tinitignan ako ni TL eh, kaya dito muna ako ha? Ughmm... Anong bago sayo? Oi... Salita ka naman. Kuwentuhan mo ako. May bumibisita pa ba sayo dito? Si Nante lang ata sumusubaybay sayo ah. Atleast nakakaala siya. Kaibigan mo ba si umaantabay? Hindi? Makipagkaibigan ka naman. Wala ka rin naman ginagawa di ba? Malawak ang mundo ng internet kaya madami ka makikilalang bagong sites. Oo, alam kong ang dami dami dami dami nga ng mga sites na parang nakakatamad lumabas lahat at makasalamuha lahat, pero ganyan din sa totoong buhay. Kailangan mo talagang lumabas sa comfort zones mo at buksan ang sarili mo sa mga bago. Gawing mong motivation ang pagiging boring ng nasa iisang lugal lang, masaya sa labas. Kaya lumabas ka pa rin. Oi, hinid kita sinesermonan ha. Isa pa lang sinabi mo, ang dami ko na sinabi no? Eh ganun talga, hindi ka naman kasi nagsasalita eh kaya ako na lang ang dada ng dada. hehe. pagpasensyahan mo na. Sige na nga tama na ang sermon, alam ko naman na alam mo ang ibig kong sabihin eh. Hayan napatagal na ang pagsstay ko sa site mo. Actually hindi mo naman site to eh, notepad ako nagtatype. Pero iniisip kasi kita kaya parang nasa tabi mo na rin ako. Sabi nga nila, kapag ka ang mahal mo ay nasa puso mo, mas malapit pa sila sa inaakala mo, at pwede silang magpakita sayo kahit kailan mo man gustuhin. Lam mo, totoo yun. Narasan mo na ba magmahal? Talaga? Sino naman minahal mo? O share ka naman jan. Hindi na nakatingin si TL, pero interesado akong malaman kung sino na mahal mo kaya di muna ako aalis. Sige na kwentuhan mo ako. Dali. Sino? Kilala ko ba siya?

I'm gonna stop talking to my blog before I reveal something cheesy about myself. Ever experienced that? You talk to someone and when you think you're actually getting to know them, you're actually getting to know yourself more. It may not be that obvious with a conversation going on, but still there is a large part of the getting-to-know-you-times that is actually getting-to-know-myself too. I vaguely remember a philosopher or maybe a theologian who said the same thing, but it is true. It gets obvious when you're talking to yourself or even talking to something inanimate such as a blog. Ha. Most of my earlier essays, reflections , even blog entries are actually products of conversations with the self. Like a dialectic, or a socratesian questioning. I ask the questions, a part of me answers. Then there's a contradacting reply, and then a debate, and it goes on til both sides of my brain agree to something. It's like an angel/demon conscience speaking to me and making me decide or even formulate one liners or lemuel classics. I don't know how others do their thinking but that's how I do mine.

.... ...... ..... I was thinking of smething about the two way getting to know process.... but in my stream of consciousness, i forgot... .... .... ..... ...... Ughmm..... Ughmmm.... Forget it. I'll remember when I'll need to.

My english is getting badder. I haven't had much practice lately. All though I'm still at the call center, I don't speak with customers anymore. I'm an SME (Subject Matter Expert) now so I only talk to agents who have questions about their work or the product or any tsr related concerns. And because most agents are more comfortable asking in Tagalog, I also always answer in tagalog. There are a few agents who ask in English, so it is only with them and a few supervisory calls where I practice my English. So I'd probably be online more often now to continue honing my written English. Or not. Ha! I only went back to writing here because I couldn't do what I regularly do - manga! I've been reading a lot of Manga lately, don't the blog entries reveal so? I actually have a lists of manga's that I check every week. Lemme name them, lemme name them.... (hitman reborn, fairytail, vagabond, jojo's bizzare advs, berserk, zetman, naruto, one piece, tender, airen, elfenlied, ranma, d-grayman,.... and a few more)
I'm sucker for good stories. And mangas are just so easy to read. I still read some books, but since I'm mostly at the office and the internet is really fast here and there isn't really anything hard with my work, I read manga! I don't like to think that I'm getting dumber here. There are still growth oppurtunities such as training, getting to know new people, speaking in front of a big group, communication skills, leading a team, and microsoft excel! But today, my TL is right behind my back! So here I am writing...

But i may consider writing again. I may need to have a manga break even for just a while and then update mr lemonink here. I know some people who when you meet do not run out of stories even when you see them everyday. I think it is natural for talkative person to be like that but i aso think that there is something about a talkative person that not lets them run of stories... it's remembering what happened. I am not a talkative person but when there are times that there is a need to speak up such as yosi breaks or coffee dates, I run out of things to say. Ofcourse that is not the only requirement to being a talkative person, there's also the proud personality, the confident aura, the ability to share stories. Talkative people always have something to say, not because they might have experienced more, but because they have the above qualities. I'm just saying this while I'm typing so I really haven't thought of it that much. (Here! Here! Here's another example of the two way process... I'm sharing a thought that i really haven't thought about yet through the talking-to-self-method, but in my attempt to share it, I'm actually understading it more! There... my pagkaphilosophy major is coming out).

Ahem. Anyway... The reason for my saying that is because I see those qualities present in two people i know who are very opposite each other. I have a 17 year old cousin who only stays in their house playing Ragnarok 24/7. He only comes down to eat and goes out to buy Coke or sometimes to play at the neighbor's internet cafe if ours is down. Now that guy is always noisy! During the rare times he comes down he always has something to say or to laugh at. And they're never funny at all. but still he never runs out of those stupid jokes of his. There are even times that I increase the volume of the TV or just not talk or respond at all but no no no, he doesn't sense that, he keeps sharing those stupid jokes, blurting out nonsense, and laughing out loud. That's the first kind of a talkative person: young and unexperienced. There's another one: the old and experienced. He's an officemate. 28 years old. He has experienced a lot - places, activities, people, animals, women. He always has something to say, and although his jokes are old, he is still able to make a few laugh and initiate conversations. Some consider him as mayabang, others do not mind, others find him funny.

Two very different people, talkative in different ways. But similar in the basic qualities: proud personality, the confident aura, the ability to share stories, being able to remember details. I can say more about each but then this is beginning to sound like a college essay so I'm gonna end it here. In the end, my point will be that my blog writing will be a means of remembering what happened to me, a means to being able to communicate and share them in my own words, so that i can also be talkative in the good sense of the term.

Thus, Mr. Lemon ink here will be alive yet again.

She's just a girl

Jet showed me this clip at work. Cheesy but nice. Sacrifices made for love always make me sigh and smile.

A new Endeavor

I haven't been writing as often anymore mainly because of the lack of time and also because I couldn't think of anything worth writing about. I

Closeness

What is closeness?
When you will be able to say that two people are close?
When they are together, physically? is that necessary?
Can two people miles apart be close? How does that happen?
When their hearts are close? When does that happen?
Do two hearts have to beat as one to be close?
Or is one person's open heart sufficent to initiate closeness?
Does there have to be two open hearts that share?
Can one feel close to somebody but not vice versa?
What is the difference between close and feeling close?
When is one so close yet so far?
When is one so far yet so close?
How does physical proximity play a role with closeness?
Does it matter to be close?
Does knowing what closeness means important?
What is a world without closenesS?
Is there any significance between close (as opposite of open) and close (as a feeling or a reality).
Is there a call to be close to someone or anyone?
Is there a call to be close to everyone?
Is man's being a call to be closed or to be close? or both?

Manga

Oh I've also finished reading the 288 chapters of Berserk Manga. It's an adult manga. referring to it as an adult makes me sound pervertish. hahaha. Hey, it's art! And besides i don't derive sexual pleasure from reading it. And it's not purely sensual anyway, it's mostly brutish gore, lots of cut body parts, cracked skulls, severed torso's and monsters devouring people. But as succesfull comics usually are, it is also about human values of love and friendship or brotherhood and the favorite of Mangaka's which is the conflict between good and evil.

The story is about Guts, a mercernary of the middle anges, who... it's too complicated.. I'll let wikipedia sum it up.

Guts is the protagonist of the story; a tall, muscular male with a huge sword called the Dragon Slayer along with a prosthetic left forearm that has a magnetic grip and also conceals a cannon. Guts is a Byronic Hero; he is born as one who may be able to struggle against Causality, but seemingly unable to affect it on a large scale. The Golden Age story arc of the series revolves around Guts's turbulent childhood and adolescence in a mercenary band after reluctantly being adopted by the band's leader Gambino at the behest of Gambino's lover, Shizu, and his subsequent joining with, and departure from, the Band of the Hawk. The dynamic relationship between Guts and Griffith, the leader of this group, forms the primary focus of the manga for the first thirteen volumes. After the events of the Eclipse, in which he loses his left forearm and right eye, Guts seeks revenge on Griffith. Upon doing so, he is subsequently reunited with Casca after two years separation. After the Incarnation Ceremony at Albion, Guts now travels with a new group of companions. He currently possesses the Berserker's Armor, an ancient, cursed suit of armor that allows the wearer to overcome his physical and mental boundaries in combat greatly increasing his fighting strength. Doing so damages his body and allows his inner beast, a feral dog-like demon, to take over and endanger everyone in the vicinity, friend or foe.

There.. well done, wikipedia. Maasahan ka.

The mangaka is Kentaro Miura, author of Zetman, the first manga I've read after Naruto and One piece. The updates are taking too long though but i they may stilll be worth the wait. And it's also not for kids.

Now, about that social life. I'll be joining my officemates in a Couples Round. It's not romantic. It's what they call "drinking two rounds of beer" then going home after.

http://groups.msn.com/BerserkManga

http://groups.msn.com/ZetManManga

UPDATES

I have a new hobby at the office -- Crossword Puzzles! I used to play Soduku but I've gotten tired of that. And i think what i lack in writing and speaking are words! I always seem to be at a loss for words even with them white people. I am used to writing papers at college but i've always asked help from -Shift F7-. It has always helped. But there isn't any easy access thesaurus in conversations, so there. Atleast Im not letting my callcenter work make my mind dull.

What have i been up to... I have been addicted to Advance Wars in GameboyAdvanced. It's like a Game's of the Generals Game and Chess and Red Alert at the same time. It's an old game, but it is fascinating. There are two players, (either two people, or a versus game with the PC), who move their pieces alternately. The pieces consists of soldiers, planes, tanks, and ship who's movements and firing ranges have exact distances. And there are also factories, shipyards, and airports, where you can continuosly add pieces to your game with the money you get from capturing buildings. I'm still at Mission 16, there are Three more Countries to save. Haha. Talk of Addiction. The Graphics are very plain but it still is enjoyable. :)

I've been reading a lot lately too. Im currently reading the first book of the 13 Wheel of Time Series by Robert Jordan. It seems to be trying to imitate LOTR that's why I'm not to keen on finishing it.

Now where's my social life... Oh no.

Word for the Day:

en·nui [ahn-wee, ahn-wee; Fr. ahn-nwee] –noun
a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satiety or lack of interest; boredom:

The endless lecture produced an unbearable ennui.
—Synonyms listlessness, tedium, lassitude, languor.

Word History: Were they alive today, users of Classical Latin might be surprised to find that centuries later a phrase of theirs still survives, although as a single word. The phrase mihi in odiō est (literally translated as "to me in a condition of dislike or hatred is"), meaning "I hate or dislike," gave rise to the Vulgar Latin verb *inodiāre, "to make odious," the source of the Old French verb ennuyer or anoier, "to annoy, bore." This was borrowed into English by around 1275 as anoien, our annoy. From the Old French verb a noun meaning "worry, boredom" was derived, which became ennui in modern French. This noun, with the sense "boredom," was borrowed into English in the 18th century, perhaps filling a need in polite, cultivated society.

BENTA POOHKIAW

I have always preferred eat bulaga to wowowee but recently, I have been stuck to the former because most of the people in my aunt's house love PUPPY WILLIE. haha. i don't know what they find in that guy.

anway,TL joane showed this, ngayon ko lang napanood benta... hahaha.

i've been scheduled back to a day shift for about two weeks now, meaning the americans are already asleep, and we would only be getting calls from the usual insomniac and the frustrated customer. I haven't been writing much as I have again lost the interest, I've only been reading and reading. so there...

word for the day: abscond



Then my mother heard people saying that the Miyawakis seemed to have "absconded." I remember asking her to explain to me what the word meant. Nowadays we just say "run away," I guess.

To leave quickly and secretly and hide oneself, often to avoid arrest or prosecution.

Music, Life, and the World

I bought a Creative Zen Nano plus 1 gig with built in mic and fm tuner for 56$. Not bad. An officemate is selling a pirated nano ipod 2 gigs with microphone, fm, and games for the same price, but as pirated devices go, their durability is never certain, so i didn't buy one. And besides, this would be the first device that I actually bought with my own salary so it had to be original and long lasting. People ask why not an Ipod or an MP4. Eh ayoko manghinayang pagnasnatch, commute boy kaya ako. Phone ko nga di ko mapalit palitan, 5 years nang 3350. I will change it when its no longer working but so far it's still faithful to its master. I am attached to my own stuff. Anyway, I haven't been listening to any music lately and I haven't been playing instruments anymore too so I figured a portable player would do well to reconcile me with music. I'll be buying a guitar next week, and will save for a saxophone, if my lungs haven't yet melted with nicotine.

The only two cd's i have ripped to my mp3 are "song for sceptics" and "Horror Movie Soundtracks". Call that balanced. :) Its weird listening to jesuit music while eating at mcdo. The situation reminded me about the annual silent retreat that i had been attending for the past four years, so eventhough hungry, I slowly picked up my fries, slowly chewed them, and slowly drank my soda. I tried eating fast but that seemed to be betraying the music I was listening to. So? I turned off the mp3 player. It's even weirder to listen to horror soundtracks while walking alone on a dark alley. It Feels like some ugly creature is lurking behind the garbage bins waiting for an oppurtunity to grab me and eat me on the spot. Man, i gotta download some other songs.

Music. i think music records lives. And this doesn't only apply to the composer or singer. For example, that song for sceptics track brought me back to the silent, relaxed, holy mood in mirador; the "beautiful girl" makes me remember my childhood nights when the radio station used to play that song; "lonely, mr lonely" on the other hand brings me to afternoon siestas when my deceased grandmother would be listening to her favorite radio drama; "mirror mirror hanging on the wall" to playing a Monster bash game on the pc; etcetera. Hey, i didn't choose those songs, they just played while i did whatever i did. It can be called conditioning in psychology, but i like to call it a recorder of life. naks.

Anyway, what i don't like about portable players though is that the focused hearing seems to weaken all other senses. For example, with the sight, i usually look at everything i pass by--people's faces, reactions, clothes, what they're eating, corners, shops, buildings, sky, (observant eh, pero totoo). But with music blaring on the ears, I just walk straight, look at nothing in particular, and just listen. With the oflactory senses, I smell perfume when people walk past me, i smell the dried sweat on workers clothes at the mrt, I smell foreigners breathing through their mouths, i smell the stink of the sidewalks along EDSA ave, but not when there's music blaring on my ears, I just look straight and listen. With the skin sense, Sa skin, sa jeep, i usually feel the steaming heat of perspiration coming from the arms of seatmates and the soft skin of a lady beside you or the slight brushing of another masculine deficient guy's arm on your waist. mafeeling. Taste... taste is an exemption. i actually taste the food better when listening to something. Even with company, there is a tendency to not notice somebody talking to you or a tendency to make someone repeat what they have already said. So there, that's what i don't like about portable players, listening to the music isolates the listener from the world. I don't bring my player to work anymore, i prefer observing people to staring at nothing and just listening. But as always, that's just me. I'd still be using it though, maybe while reading a book at some coffeeshop, or just to record my voice so i can despise it, or listen to my pathetic attempts in singing.

This would probably be my last entry for the moment, I might be scheduled back to a graveyard shift.

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Unleaded: 1/2 L a.v., 1L r.h., 100g p.a. juice, pitcher/ice
Diesel: 50 mL g.g., 100 mL sp., 20 mL mat., glass/ice

i just had to note that down before my biochemist-bartender-teammate resigns.

CALMot ver.2

I met an english blockmate during lunch break today. It was weird. I was smoking while waiting for an officemate who was at 7-11, then there was this girl who looked familiar with two others who were heading my way. I stared at her and she stared back. You know the feeling that you think the person knows that you think you know that person and vice versa if that made sense cause it didn't make sense to me and I don't want to edit it because I don't want it to make sense which is precisely the point of the encouter. (Damn, that was long.) Okay so when they were passing infront of me and we were still staring at each other with the sort of look you'll have when you have that feeling i mentioned, i suddenly asked, kilala ba kita? that sounded stupid. Damn it did. It sounded like she were some previous romantic aquaintance who doesn't deserve to be remembered and me sounding like someone who naturally attracts such aquaintances, not that i don't think I am, coz i think i am, haha, but that's not the point here too. What if she really wasn't the person i thought i knew her to be. Eh di she'll be giving me that, who-the-hell-are-you-freak look or angkapalmo look. I remember peter parker in spiderman3 acting weirdly uncool with the ladies he met when he wore that venom infested custume.. But anyway, i think what made me ask her that was that i was certain i knew her, and her same stare reveals that she knows me too. So to support that, i asked, english blockmate? And true to my belief, she was the person i thought her to be, and I the person she thought me to be, a classmate 5 years ago. So ayun nagkausap din. The feeling wasn't a sudden excitement like when i met magic at our lobby coz we weren't very close then but still it was as sudden and yeah weird.

one more thing, when i was a kid, I had this kitten that looked like Puss in boots in Shrek. And she had those cute eyes too. I usually brought that kitten to bed with me but one morning I woke up and found her dead. I must have slept on her. hehehehe. damn... So what'd i do, i threw her out the window so that none of my siblings would know how she died. I never told anyone about this, I hope none in my family knows about this blog. :)

Damn... just when the theme is switching to something else not death related, i introduce another death scene. haha. Sorry kitten, I never grieved for you, but i still do remember you. I still love cats and i haven't accidentally hurt any either. :)



word for the day: asanine

His reply was simply contemptuous, given in a pause in which he turned his eyes from Mrs. Harker to me, instantly turning them back again, “What an asinine question!”

1.foolish, unintelligent, or silly; stupid:
2. of or like an ass: asinine obstinacy; asinine features.

(Shrekshrekshrek)2

I have watched Shrek 3 twice already. I don't normally watch movies twice unless there's new company or unless I have a DVD copy. with this one, it's the former. I thought I wouldn't find the jokes funny anymore but I still laughed at some scenes. For me, good jokes are those that make you smile or smirk when you expect yourself not to. Mabenta pa rin ang pinocchio-charming scene. spoiler below

Prince Charming: You! You can't lie! Where is Shrek?
Pinocchio: Well, uh, I don't know where he's not.
Prince Charming: You don't know where Shrek is?
Pinocchio: On the contrary,
Prince Charming: So you do know where he is!
Pinocchio: I'm possibly more or less not definitely rejecting the idea that I undeniably
Prince Charming: Stop it!
Pinocchio: Do or do not know where he shouldn't probably be. If that indeed wasn't where he isn't!

although reading it isn't as funny as hearing Pinocchio say it. :)

Wikipedia lists several cultural references to shrek 3. The following are for me the more interesting ones as, again, i am made to research more about them. spoilers again.

After smashing the second wall, the dazed Queen can be heard humming "A Spoonful of Sugar". Julie Andrews, who plays the queen, sang the same song in Mary Poppins.

The animal call that Snow White uses against the Talking Trees is actually the war cry from Led Zeppelin's Immigrant Song, but the beginning is actually a spoof of With a Smile and Song from the original Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs Disney movie.

When Snow White rips the sleeve of her dress, she has a tattoo that says Dopey on it that is referring to the seven dwarfs in the Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs Disney movie

Before Shrek and Artie have a heart to heart, Merlin plays the opening music to "That's What Friends Are For".

After Gingy's life flashes before his eyes, he sings "On the Good Ship Lollipop".
When Charming is in his dressing room, you can see the phantom of the opera's mask and costume.

At King Harold's funeral the theme song for the James Bond movie Live and Let Die is sung - John Cleese (who voiced Harold) played the second Q in the James Bond film series.

In the scene where Shrek is on the ship dreaming about being a dad, the stroller that rolls into his room is from the movie "Rosemary's Baby".

Down went the Lemon

I accidentally swallowed the lemuhn flavored candy i was chewing... (uhhh whatever you do with a friggin candy). I can still feel it on my throat.. kakainis. I mean, I swallow my ascorbic acid without water and I really don't mind feeling medicine on my throat but a candy! Last time i accidentally swallowed one was in grade school... I swallowed a lot of things when i was a kid ranging from duhat to santol seeds (accidentally). But man how could a candy slip so easily down my throat. I coughed it out, but it was too late. nawala na ang tipaklong. grrr... But it's already there. So what else to do than to accept it and burp my lemony breath. haha. Burp... shmell the lemuhn.. :)

word for the day: hurumentado/nanggagalaiti

rachel: something something... mga nanggalaiti na customers... somesomething something hurumentado.

hurumentado: amok/nagwawala
nanggagalaiti: galit na galit

they are common words daw but hey I don't hear that everyday.

On Death & Of Pleasure

I just finished reading the manga series that i mentioned on the previous log.. Ang galing, another good story, that "carried" me all through the end. Some parts were predictable but all in all, the story was great. twas about some highschool stud who picked up a notebook of some death god who purposely dropped it because he was bored and wanted to see how a human would use it. Anybody whose name is written on the notebook dies of a heart attack unless otherwise specified on the note. This smart stud used it to "purify the world of evil men" by writing down names of criminals or evil doers and thus known as "kira" (for killer). The police and a world renowned detective were after him, and so the story goess... At first i thought the theme was corny, but I wasn't really after the theme knowing how most japanese manga usually talk about humanity and values and goody goody people at the end. So I gave it a try.

I love the feeling that good stories give. There's always the excitement, the heat, that makes you wanna rush and keep on asking, "comeon, what happened next" especially near the ending. And just wanting to know what happened next or just to verify if your guesses will happen, you tend to skip lines and just scan through the whole paragraphs without actually reading them. Only when you've known what had happened , do you go back the lines that were skipped to get a better view of how it happened. I know some who read the end of the book first and then start reading from the beginning. My approach is similar but i don't do that, that would be a major spoil, although... sometimes I do skip pages when i couldn't take the suspense anymore.

I like stories, I don't really care about the literature stuff like themes or constructions or whatever, I'm not a good writer as is evident but i love reading.

The excitement brought about by stories are very different from the sort of feeling i mentioned on the CALMOT entry. The latter was just a very sudden reaction. One time you are just calmly thinking what brand of cigarette to smoke, and then out of the blue you meet some friend you haven't seen, then you get excited and you tend to rush with the questions and the plans of things to do. Its frustrating how the calmness so abruptly transition to excitement. Yeah just like skipping through whole pages in a book just to know the ending. With stories however, just like the diagrams they had us memorize in highschool, the excitement is built up slowly and consistently. The excitement isn't sudden, it's built up towards a peak, and then it'll fling you down and you slowly float down to reach the ground. That is the point where i stop reading for a while and just relish that feeling of reaching ground, the satisfaction of knowing what had happened. ONce that sinks in, im ready to scale another peak. Did that just sound like orgasm. Haha. Daaymn. .

catch me if you can

its true!

Back to the writing exercises. I have been busy reading Death Note (a manga series) these past days and it has gotten me so hooked that I haven't had another invisible entry on this blog. I would like to share the story too but I think there has been enough death entries now. Thoughwhat was interesting with the manga ws that there were less action scenes and magic ninjutsu or whatever and more intellectual instances, a sort of battle between smart detectives and killers. Where was I, oh yeah, I was so hooked to this particular chapter that I forgot to take notice of my sorrundings and watch out for roving supervisors. Before I knew it, there was already an "ahem" from my back. Demmet. Another warning from my gorillaish sup. :)

So back to sharing and writing on this notepad. I am just randomly typing anything again that comes to mind, so that I may look very busy with something, while I wait for the sup to go somewhere else. I feel like a prey watching out for predators who are waiting for that chance to catch me off my guard and paralyze me with their bite. I can imagine the feeling of those little dinosaurs on Geographic Channel who while drinking on swamps raise their head once in a while to listen and scan their sorroundings for possible danger. Well all defenseless animals have that kind of sense to danger, say a deer or a prarie dog. There he goes, he has left. And I'll get back to reading.

THe cat is out, the Mouse plays once again.

Calmot

Met magic at our lobby when i went down for a smoke during my lunchbreak. I'm a usually calm person but I tend to rush or hurry up things when I suddenly meet a person I haven't seen for a long time or have unexpectedly met some body I know. I guess it's normal to feel excited but I hate the sudden transition from calm to excitement and the hurry hurry, I lose track of time and I tire myself with the rushing.



Word for the day: hulas

june: e di pasok kami bukas na lasing kami.
marj: hindi, pagpasok niyo bukas, nahulasan na kayo nun.
me: ... hulasan... oooh...

mahulasan: mahimasmasan, mabuhay

paint