tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67724515213828766942011-11-28T09:18:38.049+08:00The mind is in Organized Chaos, living a perfectly imperfect lifeShatterShardshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13266116095160967577noreply@blogger.comBlogger1441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6772451521382876694.post-7247124533279820162011-05-04T12:23:00.000+08:002011-05-04T12:23:28.593+08:00

May is such an exciting month.  Reeling from the rush of the annual report, we have until midmonth to file the first quarter report to the SEC, and until monthend to report the tax. Hurray for labor! But aside from reportorial heat, May is also good for a different kind of heat; like the one you feel in your wallet. The Enterprise Tower holds its Markdown Madness, featuring shoes from

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An online contact messaged me one time and asked how I was. Without missing a beat, I replied:  "aside from frustrations over mounting work and the need to revisit 2009 and 2010 computations and the nagging thought that the 1st Qtr reporting is looming and I haven't even touched 2011 figures, I'm fine. :-)" Yeah, I guess you can call me passive-aggressive.  And a bit naive, for after I left the

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I started blogging while I was still a slave at the Great Place, with each of my entries advertised as notifications in friendster.  The alphalist series was one of the last few entries I made exclusively for that site.  After the brouhaha one officemate experienced, I searched for other venues to vent out my thoughts. The alphalist, by the way, is the shortened term for Employees' Alphabetical

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  This is what occupies most of my waking moments for the past few months.  We've yet to finalize everything, but I am hopeful we'll make it through.  It isn't like we're still in square one after all; we've pushed through a long long way, and for that I am proud of our accomplishments.   But one more season like this and I'll probably loose my mind.  And I almost have, for a spell.  I've gone

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Finally, after years of struggle, Friendster finally hangs its towel. It was one of the pioneers of social networking and took the country by storm.  Suddenly, not only were people cam-whoring to death, they were posting pictures everywhere. I got into the bandwagon because a friend urged me to it.  And like the multitude before me, and indeed after me, I was hooked; not only on the

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30 MARCH 2011.  Manila, Philippines.  Former Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP) Comptroller, Jacinto Ligot, said in a statement issued yesterday that he and his wife is requesting the National Bureau of Investigations (NBI) to form a special task force to identify the person or persons responsible for placing spurious assets under the ex-General's name.  "I do not remember having houses in the

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Growing up, my father taught me how to play chess. Nothing formal though; I still can't distinguish Kasparov from Tchaikovsky; but the basics were given clear.  Every piece has its unique move, every character, its strengths and limitations. I may not know the various openings named after the masters but I do know well enough that the game is that of strategy.  To ensure your win, you must

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We had a meeting yesterday.  It started 9.30am and by 2pm, we weren't even finished.  It was agreed, though, that we would have a break, but reconvene for the meeting by 3pm.  Lunch, therefore, had to be really quick.  I wasn't afforded my ample me-time and it blows. By 3.30, we were back to the meeting, discussing the various issues and deficiencies that need to be addressed for the year-end

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I accompanied a friend to Cavite one Saturday to visit another friend whose ward passed on, and to offer support and condolences.  It was a lazy day, and though we planed on going early, it was already late afternoon when we got there.  It was no easy feat getting there, what with the distance involved and the number of towns you have to pass through.  It was such a favor then that there were

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Sometimes, when you're particularly down, the universe decides to give you a pick-me-up; give you some answer to your needs.  I've been needing an ego-boost for some time and I got it.  But not in a way I particularly wanted. After a slow Friday night, Chase and I decided to just call it in early, for a change.  My friend just got a snub from the first taxi we just hailed when a dark car stopped

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I hate the feeling of not being able to concentrate.  And right now, it seems I'm always bisected.  I can't focus.  There are so many errant thoughts crowding my mind and competing for attention.  I don't want to wallow in these thoughts because I know it can only lead me to depression. I have always tried to compartmentalize everything in my life.  The more delineated the partitions made, the

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Ever since I can remember, I have disliked taxis.  I have this long-standing notion of taxis, and their drivers, being highway robbers, robbing commuters blind of their money.  This is especially true during the Christmas season, when these demons grow unusually long horns.  Why, most of them even have the temerity to tip themselves from your change even before you decide to do so! This is why I

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I lost my phone last night.  I only had it for six months.  I was drunk; I was careless; and I didn't really care.  The moment I realized I lost the phone, it took me two minutes to get over the fact and resume drinking and dancing. I am, of course, sad that I lost it, particularly with the loss of numbers and photos and messages stored therein.  But I have gone past any compulsion to grieve

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...too bad the song supports homosexuality. =( God didn't make gays lesbians transvestites and they were definitely NOT born that way. pero ang ganda nga ng boses. I really hate to ask this, but are Christian viewpoints really so narrow?  Here we are again, met with another little Filipina to make our race proud, another soul recognized internationally because of her talent, and all you can

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I finished another torturous session of kicks and flips and was about to go down when one co-trainee addressed me and said "I take it back."  Just those four words, and no explanation at all.  Piqued by his cryptic talk, I braced myself for intellectual discourse, as is my nature.  "Whuut?!"  I asked, and promptly gave myself a mental facepalm. "No, it's nothing," he replied while stepping

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"YOU LOOK BLOOMING, who are you dating?"  Jerusalem could only blush and giggle like a schoolgirl in reply.  Typical Jerusalem behavior, the one that endeared us in the first place.  The group has all eyes on Jerusalem, the non-answer to the question sparking more interest than the question warranted in the first place.  No one's eating nor discussing in little groups anymore, as all attention

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I've been craving for wine for some time now, and it's such happy coincidence that I some bottles at my disposal.  But seeing as I am out of the house most times, I haven't had the time to enjoy my reds as they should be.  And the times when I am in, I am unable to find my corkscrew. Some two Christmases ago, a former officemate gave me a multi-tool (okay, a faux Swiss Army knife) as a gift.  I

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Dear officemate, no, I am not angry at you.  Honestly, I care too little to be truly angry.  I seem to remember telling you that before:  that I am not mad, I just lack patience. And it's my patience that you're once again testing.   Granted, I did lose some of that patience when you tagged each and every ugly picture of me on two of your albums, and on another officemate's photo album.  Said

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Gusto mo bang mag-69?  Tara na, 6 inches din yun! You can get your hands on a 6-inch spicy Italian for 69, how cool is that?! So head on over to the nearest Subway to experience this great deal! Subway:  Dahil masarap mag-69 ng 6 inches.

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A: SMP ba talaga? B: Yes    ahahaha A: Why don't we fix that? B: hahah    loko loko A: Ayaw mo ba?    Don't answer that    hehe B: hahaha    :P     we'll see :-)

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Today was a busy day. It's seldom that I get to use my holidays for myself.  Usually it's either I fall into a stupor and waste it sleeping, or I work.  Thankfully, today wasn't one of those days. I did go to the office, though, but for practice.  One of the drawbacks of being a newbie in a company is that you get "persuaded" into joining the Christmas party presentations.  Somehow, it's

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I got a message from an old friend the other day asking if I want to watch Deathly Hallows. I mean, come on, would anyone in their right mind refuse an invite to a special screening of Harry Potter, and for free?! And VIP tickets to boot! With such perks, no amount of rush hour traffic from Makati to Megamall will be able to stop me from the two things I like:  movies and free stuff.  The

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I got sick the whole of last week.  I'm still a bit sick even now. I get monumentally ugly when I get sick, and it wrecks havoc on my self-esteem. So when I got a bit better, I opted to have a haircut, and let all that negativity flow away from me like the mass of hair shorn from my head. I had it cut really short this time. I love it.

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Dear, why do you torment me so?   It's been weeks since we first saw each other, but still, you wont put out for me.   I tried everything in my power to please you.   I've exhausted all I know; I used all the skill I have with my fingers.   I've caressed you every which way, but you're still not warming up to me. Still, you wouldn't give me what I want. Still you wouldn't give me

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I have long decided not to get affected by it, but it seems I really can't let it go.  So now, I'll say it outright:  I actually hate Mondays. It didn't feel this way initially, I seem to vaguely remember a distant time when I looked forward to Mondays, but I can't seem to remember a concrete day of when that was.  Thinking as far back as y school days, I know I disliked Mondays as well.  I

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I resent what you said and it's eating me up.  I do get playful at times and I admit I sometimes go overboard, but I don't relate everything to sex and hooking up.  I thought you knew me better than that. I love words; they are my weapons and my allies.  And using them through double entendre and innuendos is just me playing.  I could use the banter every now and then, you know? As such,

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Lappy is gonna be gone for a while, in aid of a friend. This means Shattershards would be in a bit of hiatus, which isn't so surprising.  Considering the amount of posts I've churned out this year, I may as well be in hiatus! Hopefully, I miss my lappy enough to trigger me into writing once more.

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I want to write.  I really do.  But I get sidetracked more often than usual, and I can't seem to fight it off. But since I can't seem to form cohesive sentences right now, let me inundate you with food. Chocolate Fire Cupcakes by Sonja Enjoy.

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The rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen books you've read that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes. Tag fifteen friends, including me, because I'm interested in seeing what books my friends choose. (To do this, go to your Notes tab on your profile page, paste rules in a new note, cast your fifteen picks, and

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Last Tuesday, I played volleyball for the first time in more than two years, maybe almost three. I never had any formal training on the sport; I was a novice back then, I felt even more so that night. Worse, I felt heavy. I couldn't run as fast, couldn't jump as high, couldn't reach as far. Not that my prowess were marvelous then, but that night, I felt more inadequate than the first times I

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I used to be a hardcore couch potato.  Depending on the show playing, I can tell you the day of the week and the time of the day.  I can even tell you the ordered listing of shows to at least ten different cable channels at any given day. But then, one day, our cable got busted and I was left with local channels on bad reception.  Each hour, each day, I spent watching the local channels, I felt

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I used to be overly critical about my room.  Not two weeks will go by that I will not have the urge to pick up broom and mop and clean my room from walls to floor.  I became so obsessed with my room that I would not let anyone else even attempt to clean it; even when it seems disorganized, I know where everything was, and a different pair of hands touching my stuff would mean loosing track of

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I'm at a seminar and I'm blogging.  Hurray for multi-tasking.  And thanks also to Lancaster Hotel's unsecured internet to which I am leeching to right now. I was late for this seminar when it started yesterday due to some other reportorial stuff, and I came to the seminar room all flustered and sweaty.  After I have settled, I realized that the resource speaker was familiar.  I have attended

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O musang marikit at kaakit-akit Ibahagi sa akin mga katagang ninanais Diwa kong hapo ay 'wag bigyang pasakit Sa paghanap, paghalaw ay naghihinagpis. Sa pagkamangha sa nasilayang komediya Na halaw sa likha ng Dakilang Makata Tuloy ay naisip na tumipa sa letra At magpugay sa dula sa lengua Tagala. Sayaw at galaw ay kagilagilalas Sa halaw ng himig na buhay at wagas Puso'y napako sa aking

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My reputation precedes me, and apparently, my reputation isn't as sun-shiny as I would like to think.  Shattershards shatter more than just shards, it seems.  I'm unfamiliar with the topic at hand, so I will try to modify this rant through words that are familiar to me. I have always maintained that I choose not to engage in the business.  It is much too cumbersome and complex, and it isn't a

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I'm feeling a little bit pressured right now. The company has decided to finally migrate to a new accounting system to ease our financial reporting.  The current system in place, though workable, is ill-equipped to handle the volume of work at hand.  It is also limited in its capacity that it forces us to render manual computations to be entered into the books.  Switching therefore, would be

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Finally, I'm online again!  Thanks to my friend Chance who offered to have my lappy fixed, I can once again enjoy my late night hours browsing site upon site of comic strips, manga, anime and blogs!  No more waiting for sleep to come at night, now I can pass out in front of my computer as should be proper. As I understand it, the problem was caused by one of my anti-virus programs.  Apparently,

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My lappy is in trouble.   For the past weeks, I've been unable to log on to the web because my lappy wont allow me.  I have four web browsers on my lappy, but neither of which could connect to the net.  They all tell me that I have no internet connection. I would have left it as such;  the bill may have been forgotten, so the service provider might have cut our line to remind us to pay them.  

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I know I haven't been blogging as often as I should have, and this time, it's not for lacking of an internet connection.  The internet gods have been kind lately and have afforded me with unlimited internet access whenever I avail of it, which, in my case, means every night.  All that access, and I still can't draft a decent enough post!  In my defense, I've been...err... busy! And by busy,

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... A:  You've got a big tummy.B:  Give me three months and it's gone.A:  As if we'll last three months.B:  Thus said the player.A:  I learned from a heart breaker. ... :-)

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After the employee orientation, which lasted half the day, the new hires were one by one introduced to the HR Manager as a formality to signify that we are now under her care. The recuitment officer then turns to me and ushers me in to her Manager's cubicle to introduce me. Leaning in to take my hand, the Manager, smiling her genial smile, utters to me: "Are you sure?" During the application

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Suffering from insomnia before an out of town trip can really cause havoc on your system, and that is just what transpired on the day of the trip.  It was nearing 4am when the drowsies hit me and before I was even halfway to REM-land, I can hear knocking at my door, telling me to get up and prepare for the trip.  I was in a state of half-consciousness for most of the travel to Zambales, and being

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Over breakfast the other day, I was informed that we are going on a trip to Pundaquit for the weekend.  It was not a suggestion, and like it or not, I am coming with them for this outing.  This will be the first time in at least five years that I will be going on a trip along with the whole family.  For the longest time, I have been able to beg off of any family activity due to carefully

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Arthur Dent wakes up one Thursday morning to find that his house is up for demolition to make way for a new bypass. Moments after his home is razed to the ground, a fleet of space ships descend and inform the planet that it will be destroyed to make way for a "hyperspace express route". Arthur escapes the destruction of the planet with the help of his friend, Ford Prefect, who happens to be an

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One hundred. Isang daan. Cento. Un centinaio di. Honderd. Cien. Finally, I made it to my hundredth post. It isn't much of a feat, considering there are others out there whom I admire that churn out post after wonderful post and thus have reached their hundredth in a mere fraction of the time, but I'm not talking about them now. Today (as in most days) I am talking about me. I started blogging

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"Hello Darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again..."It has been a while since I last had the urge to write, not through a lack of things to talk about, but more... shall we say... through lack of a catalyst. Writing for me is a tricky art and a very fickle mistress that no matter how many thoughts flood my brain at any given moment, if I fail to find that one magic word to start

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Dear John,Thanks for showing off at the pier by making that jump from 20 feet up, I would have never noticed you otherwise. Since I am near-perfect and chaste, your broad shoulders and near-zero body-fat index would have done nothing to attract me to you. By the way, thank you again for getting my bag from the water, it's my life, you know. How it is that way remains a mystery, but just trust me

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On my way home, I happened to pass by my old high school.I was surprised by the number of cars parked along the street that made the street narrower. It took some time before it registered to me that it is that time of the year when the school celebrates its foundation day celebrations. Part of the celebration has always been the alumni homecoming. Where other schools celebrate homecoming by

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Today marks my last day at the work I loved. I lasted 4 years and 8 months. Indeeed, all good things come to an end.But who would've thought I'd still be busy on my last day?

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It took me the entire day to clean my room, and even then, it wasn't as thorough as I would have wished. I have too much stuff; I have too much trash. Fortunately, there are some treasures mixed in with the trash. I finally found my glasses; they weren't broken, as I originally thought.I have become myopic during college ever since I acquired the urge to read and collect books. Doing an

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I put on my jeans which I bought last year and it fit me perfectly. I checked around the waist and it was an exact fit, as if the pants were tailor-made to my size.I suffered from mild panic.Rewind a year ago and I still remember my friend and colege blockmate asking me for my size. I told her I was a 28, but normally wear a 29. I'm not much of a fan of tight fits. Knowing better, blockmate

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The problem with being responsible is you are expected to sustain the role indefinetely. The moment you exhibit lapses in your role, you immediately become the villain.

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Every year, we have our exchange gift at the office where we draw lots to see who we will give gifts to. Four minor gifts will be given building up to the big reveal and the handing of the major gift during the Christmas party.I'm finally done shopping for minor exchange gift items. For the major gift, I would have to wait a few days until the person I picked finally decides on a wishlist

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r=3(1-sin thetha)So you see, love can be expressed as a mathematical equation after all. :-)

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I have seen one of the most entertaining films of the year! I would have to give credit to the whole production team for their efforts; I was impressed. The producers went to great lenghts to create this cinematic marvel; they pulled out all the stops.Impressive car chase? Check.Stunning CGI graphics? Check.Affective soundtrack. Booming sound effects. Explosions! Check, check, check!There

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Please excuse me as I hyperventillate in anticipation.

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September and October were a whirlwind of some of the best movies the world has to offer. With the German, European, Korean, Spanish and Italian film festivals set almost just one week apart from each other, it could only be described as a viewing frenzy for me and some friends.Then October ended and there were no more news about any other movies to follow. I felt like an addict suffering from

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People are remembered for only two things: their greatness; or their great weaknesses. Unfortunately, in this day and age, and highly critical as the world is right now, it is more likely that one would be immortalized because of one's flaws, rather than any acheivement one has made. Even in your moment of greatness, it may be that a flaw would be more pronounced, and possibly overpower your

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It's crunchtime once again (what else is new) and I can't make my mind stop and focus on writing. I do have some posts in mind, and I'm aching to pen them, but nothing comes out the moment I face a blank sheet with pen in hand. To unburden me of my thoughts, I'm opting for this mini-post to tide me over until that time that I can produce something of significance.Fe Comes BackAfter its

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Astro Voice I have formed the habit of using my earphones to listen to the radio while at work. I find that it soothes me, and minimizes the toxicity I feel. Also, it frees me of unnecessary distractions that would make me lose focus at my work: people tend not to ask questions when they see you have something covering your ears. It does leave me behind of the latest office mumbles and grumbles,

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"Patay na raw si Odie. Tumawag sa akin yung vet. :-(" So states the first message I read today.Odie is our pet daschund whom Garfield bought four years ago. A few months after purchasing Odie, Garfiled moved out of the house, leaving him to our care. Such is the irony in life that a few months after Garfield moved back in, Odie then dies.Of all the pets we've had over the years, I've been most

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An asteroid three times larger than the one that caused the extinction of dinosaurs is headed for Earth. The combined might of all world powers has amounted to scratch; not even enough to derail the asteroid from its crash course collision with the planet. You have three days before the end of the world, what would you do?For one man, the answer is simple: Escape his 20-year incarceration and

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"We need to talk." These has got to be one of the worst combination of words the english language has ever spawned. Nothing good comes out after these words have been uttered; nothing is ever resolved; nothing is ever repaired. As a matter of fact, "talking" is nothing but a series of monologues performed by two or more people in tandem. You don't need the other party or parties to hear you,

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The main allure of reading is its ability to transport the reader to different worlds. The better the author's words flow, the deeper the reader delves into dimensions at once foreign and familiar. That is why when my stress buttons are pressed, coming home to a well-written fantasy is such a boon. Such is the reason for the alarming proliferation of fiction in my room. I need more shelving.I

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Gamitin ko man sa pangaraw-araw na pakikipag-usap, hindi pa rin ako sanay sa pagtipa ng mga titik sa Tagalog. Mas sanay pa rin ako sa mga salitang sinulat sa wikang ingles. Marahil ay dahil ito sa pagkakasanay sa pagbabasa ng mga aklat sa wikang hiram. Nasanay na rin akong magisip at kausapin ang sarili sa ingles kaya't nagiging mabagal ang pagpapahayag ng sinaloobin sa sariling wika. Damang dama

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Dahil lamang sa biruang opisina ay naatasan akong pumunta sa Cebu para sa buwanang pagbibilang. Hindi ko ito hinahangad, ngunit dahil narito na rin ay tinanggap ko na. Madalas ko na ring sinasabi sa aking sarili na tatanggapin ko ano man ang ibigay sa akin dito sa opisinang ito; kung ayaw ko naman ay madali lamang tumanggi. Alam ko rin na mas mahirap papayagin ang karamihan sa mga kasamahan ko na

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Makalipas ang tatlong taong pagsasarili, muling nagbalik sa aming tahanan ang aking nakatatandang kapatid. Marapat nang hindi ungkatin ang siyang dahilan ng kaniyang paglisan sapagkat ito'y akmang ibaon na lamang sa limot.Pinaghandaan ng aming ina ang napipintong pagbabalik na ito: ipinagawa niya ang ilang silid sa aming bahay, kasama ang aking lumang silid. Sa pagbabalik ng aking kapatid,

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MANILA, Philippines - President Arroyo is facing raps from the public sector clamoring for a probe on her Statements of Assets, Liabilities and Net Worth (SALN) amid speculations that there are irregularities in its preparation.A report from the Philippine Center for Investigative Journalism (PCIJ) said that based on her SALNs, Mrs. Arroyo’s declared net worth more than doubled from P66.8 million

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I was everywhere last weekend. Everywhere but the office, that is.When wanderlust kicks in, you really have no choice but to comply.Saturday:Mandarin Oriental, GatewayBelini's, Marikina Shoe Exchange Future Bar; Marikina Shoe ExchangeThe wanderlust didn't end that night, though. It continued on til Sunday:John & Yoko's, Greenbelt 5Gelatone, Greenbelt 3All in all, it was a filling and fulfilling

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I should be working right now. Yesterday, I have already made my plans to render overtime. I have even gone to the point of filing my overtime form, to be signed and authorized at a later date. I even arranged my desk in preparation for continuing work today, or rather, I didn't arrange it last night, so I can go on working today like I merely had a break.But there comes a time when not even

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Contrary to popular notion, the best love songs are not made by crooners. They may have the melody, the voice, and the words to make your heart swoon and make you bawl buckets, but somehow, it feels contrived. The words are easily relatable, but still, there's something missing. And if you put in the fact that they make love songs for a living, it somehow diminishes their song's authenticity.

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Midyear reporting has finally concluded, with our consolidated reports presented to the owners. After weeks of pain-staking knit-picking over all possible details of our work, finally, the report is done. It is because of this numerical balancing act that I have been going home late for the past weeks. I never imagined that I would get to stay in the office til past 3 am. Not in my wildest

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Ever wonder how Rick Astley would sound as a rocker?I didn't.But someone else had, and made this mash-up of Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up and Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit.I first heard this on a local radio station, and it just made me laugh out loud. The mix was seamless, and the video was such a gas.Enjoy!

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Cinemalaya Cinco is underway. Due to the very timely rains we've experienced this weekend, I wasn't able to watch as much as I wanted. A whole weekend has passed, and I was only able to view only one movie. I'm planning to get to see more.In competition this year are ten full-length films and ten shorts exhibited at six major venues of the CCP Complex. The finalists in the full length feature

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I just hate the rainEspecially in the morning.

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For all my intelligence, I am the dumbest person in the world.I've tried so hard to forget how I feel, I've even vowed to myself to once and for all bury that emotion, but for all my cranial bindings, this stupid heart just won’t give up. It just refuses to give up on you; on us. But unfortunately, there is no "us". There never have been. Even during the time when there was a semblance of

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This is my office desktop. I've got one of the nicer monitors around, as the old monitor I was using kept changing colors while I'm using it. At it's greatest, the old monitor would turn pink, then yellow, then pink again, before bombarding me with static. After five minutes or so, it would return to normal. But I know my eyes wont. Thus, I was awarded a new monitor, along with two others,

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I've been dying to write something in ages, but I just draw blank everytime I'm facing my computer. For the past few days, my mind is reeling with things I want to write about springing up unexpectedly while I'm at the office, however, seeing as I have deadlines to hurdle, these thoughts are not fully realized, and are inevitably forgotten when I get home. It's frustrating!To take the edge off

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I am a bit obsessive-compulsive about stuff, and I can sense if my things have been touched by other hands, which is not to say that my room is sparkling clean and impeccable; quite the opposite, really; but I know my mess, and I know when some other people have messed around with my stuff.I came home from work to my empty room. Nothing extraordinary about that. But only after a few minutes

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And a Happy Birthday to my blog. It has been a year and a day since I migrated from friendster-blogging. My reasons, though, are far from extraordinary -- I just did not want my thoughts to be fully publicized in the office. Especially when I am blogging about office woes. The alphalist series has, in its own way, been around, and I think that I didn't get into trouble, as another officemate

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Personal effects are things of power. They imbibe in themselves the dreams and desires of the person who owns them. Etched within these vessels, deeper than the names engraved upon them, further into their core, are portions of the owner's soul. The creation and the creator are separate, but the artist and the tool are one. It is through the tool that dreams are made whole; realities are

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HE HAS ALWAYS ENVIED THE GULLS their flight; soaring high on feathered wings; gliding for hours, afloat on updrafts; and diving head-on to the water-- not a care in the world. Freedom in its most sublime. Ever since he can remember, he has always equated freedom for flight; yearning for that magic moment of weightlessness and utter abandon. He craves for it, longing for that opportune time

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Despite my denials, and my continued whinings about it, I am a schedule-bound person. The amount of effort I put in anything I do is proportional to the urgency of said affair in my narrow circle of priorities. I don't consider myself goal-oriented, as my ultimate goal is to be able to do nothing but not be subject to the indignity of dying of starvation because I don't have money to spend.

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I bailed out from rendering overtime and accompanying an officemate yesterday in order to watch a movie. I was trying to rest my eyes from work by browsing on the internet when I chanced upon an article about the French Film Festival. The movies are for free. Immediately, I texted some friends, asking them if they are interested.EyviCat and Gentle responded to the affirmative, so we agreed to

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I'm trying this new layout, but I cant seem make the date show itself.  The Read Me instructions said to click on the timestamp format, showing the day of the week, the month, the date, and the year; which I have done; but the date bar still reads "Undefined".  Help?

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An HR personnel came to our part of the office around 4pm to announce that we can go home at 5pm, an hour earlier than our usual log-off of 6pm. This is due to the heavy rains that have started to pour as early as 2pm. Since the bosses have decided to meet outside, our part of the office errupted in merriment at the announcement. Once again, I was reminded of high school. Still any cause for

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My mates at the Great Place have gotten used to calling someone Monster.  I'm not really sure who gave that label, but somehow, it stuck.  Now, the name has become commonplace in cryptic talks.  I'm not one to play blameless with regard this;  I have much too much experience labeling people, but still, I try to refrain from using the label as much as possible.  It is one thing to ride with them

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For two days now, the air conditioning unit in our office is busted.  Maintenance has been trying, but in vain, apparently, to fix the offending machine, but the stubborn thing just doesn't want to be fixed.For two days now, the office has transformed itself into a spa, with our area becoming a sauna. Imagine an office of more than thirty desks, breathing in the stale air and competing for the

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There comes a time when the Urge erupts, and no amount of self-control could temper it.  You may think that you have mastered it, finally taking it out of your system, but the Urge is still there, lurking, waiting for that opportune time to come out and take over.  And once the Urge has taken over, nothing can stop it.  You just have to brace yourself for the ride, and prepare yourself for

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I was with BartSmithers and Barimel one Saturday afternoon at Tiendesitas. BariMel was looking for furnitures she could use for her new place. BartSmithers and I were there as escorts. While browsing through furnitures and discussing about the "No Photos" rule on the furnitures place, I looked up, and suddenly, my brain just shut down.It took a while for me to recover, and I just couldn't stop

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After weeks (months, eons) of staying late in the office, slavishly finishing reports and various other errands, I think I deserve a break. A couple of friends invited me last week to a music event, and, typical of me, promptly forgot about it. I received a text message in the afternoon confirming my attendance to said event. Seeing as this might be my only opportunity to get some me-time before

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It seemed like the floods would never abate, as the typhoon continued its torrential, unforgiving downpour. It's already nearing past 12am, and still, I am stuck in the office, stranded because of the freakish weather, with no choice but to continue working for lack of anything better to do. Our deadlines are about, so at least I am being productive.Finally, by 12.30, my officemates did relent,

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War is brewing in our neighborhood. You can feel the oppressing miasma all over the place, blanketing everything with its evil stench. Even nature is rendered powerless over this intangible force of other-worldly presence: the winds seem to stand still, or else refuse to blow in this direction; summer nights turn cold, then humid, with no regard to barometric readings. The sun's summer rays seem

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There comes a time when you look into your writing pad (or your computer) and it just hits you: you can't write.It either one of two things:1) your mind is as blank as the paper (or screen) infront of you; or2) you are in a state of overload and cannot achieve the necessary focus to articulate whatever you are currently thinking / feeling / imagining.Either way, the result is the same: you cannot

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Mag-BIR ka munaThe day of reckonning has finally come; the day that has been in our collective psyche since December; the day that had our full attention and energies since March.  The deadline for Income Tax Reporting has finally arrived, and the months of audit will finally come to a close. But the heavens decided we are not yet stressed enough and thus made online reporting impossible.I have

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I opted to stay here in Manila for the duration of the Holy Week, instead of joining my family on their trip down south. Primary reason is still work, but I also wanted to be home alone, something I haven't experienced as of late, seeing that I'm almost never at home anyways. My mom and my younger sister left Friday afternoon, and woke me up to give last-minute instructions for taking care of

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A little step, one of a thousandNiggardly avoiding the others of ilkTraversing this twisting, tilting trekIn hopes of reaching a mountain's goalPlying forward with weary heartsOnward, upward, to this vigil's endLittle step, alone in a crowdOne whispered prayer for the soul08Apr09 1.00am-----------A friend once invited me to join the annual vigil to Antipolo a few years back. I accepted said

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"She is still here, my darling. My beautiful Galatea.She is as lovely as ever. Time has no power to dim her beauty. I am grateful that she will be forever young, lithe, and graceful. That I will never have to see her become what I have become. Old.Bards will take our story, and turn the tragedy into a romance. They will make it end happily. People love a happy ending.While I, I will wait

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Once again, I'm experiencing Input Overload. I have too much on my mind that I cannot process a single thought cohesively. What's distressing is the commonality of its occurrence these days. And since my mind cannot produce a half-decent post today, I will just post some news article from The Onion to tide us over this April Fools.DNA Evidence Frees Black Man Convicted Of Bear AttackEnjoy!

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Here are some shots from the group of our trip to Anawangin.Photos from this set came from Sagi, Narra and Blue. Earlier photos I posted came from Mac.Pit Stop on their trek going to Anawangin via Mt Punaquit View of Anawangin Cove from Mt PundaquitGoing down, one is greeted by a stream that runs just at the back of the CoveSunsets at the Cove are a thing of beauty

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