The Philippine Idol

I am an avid fan of American Idol. I was looking forward to how our very own Philippine Idol would fare. However, I am not too optimistic about it coz the networks have this wonderful way of ruining an international show or to simply put it “Filipinize” the show and the show will eventually lose its essence (remember Pinoy Big Brother).I watched the opening of the P.I.(parang mura!) yesterday. It was generally OK but why can’t TV shows resist capitalizing on people’s misery? It seems that every singing contest on Philippine TV has transformed into a “Wish ko lang” show. Aren’t there happy people anymore? Do all contestants really have sob stories to tell? Are there any contestants who just want to share their talents? Any who are motivated by plain greed and a shot at stardom? (more…)

Wanted Playmate!

I have many friends and am very thankful for each and every one of them BUT there’s this need that none of them can fulfill anymore. (more…)

ten years

I loved you in silence

I suffered in silence

I weaved dreams in silence

I wept in silence

I dared not speak

I dared not ask

Coz I knew all along

that your silence

is the answer to the question

I asked in silence

Don’t judge the book but the cover

This morning when I got to work, my officemate said that my boss was looking for me. I thought it was because I came 45 minutes late but I dismissed the thought immediately coz I bet she’s used to my tardiness. When I approached her I found out it was because of a book. My boss wishes to return the book I lent her, Art of war. She said she hasn’t finished reading it but was able to buy her own copy at PhP89.00, I bought mine at PhP349 the James Clavell version. Nope I wasn’t pissed that she was able to buy it at a cheaper price since the book she bought looked like those text messages compilation. Cheap paper, ugly cover. . . Ew! I wouldn’t be caught dead holding that book! As I was saying, I wasn’t pissed. I was just amused because my other officemates wanted to buy the book too. Uh-huh. (more…)

emancipation of meme

I got this meme from Carey*.

THE RULES: If you comment on this post, I will..
1. Respond with something random about you.
2. Challenge you to try something.
3. Pick a color that I associate with you.
4. Tell you something I like about you.
5. Tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. Tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. Ask you something I’ve always wanted to ask you.
8. Pick a song that reminds me of you. (more…)

Georgie Porgie

To the one who kiss the girls but doesn’t make them cry To my male alter ego

To the guy I’ve placed on a pedestal To my bestest guy friend

To my source of mp3s, e-books and other illegal stuffs To the brother I never had(you’ve met my bros…you know what I mean)

To the person who can never bore me To the confidant whom I never run out of things to say to

To the one who never fails to make me laugh To one of the constant presence in my life(cyber, airwaves or real)

To the guitar man/musician through and through To the closet artist (paints the closet and make poems about the closet)

To the ear who never fails to listen To the online shoulder I cry on

To the solution to my computer problems To the family man of the year nominee

To the man who sold the world

To the man who saw tomorrow Yep the last two lines are mere exaggeration

But this line is the truest of them all . . . To the guy who’ll treat me, Neil and his friends to bottomless drinks or food of our choice today

Just wanna say . . . (more…)

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<insert a picture of a burning rat or a burning Elmer Fudd>

They say that anger is like burning the house down to kill a single rat. What’s wrong with that? The satisfaction of imagining the rat roasting, squeaking in pain and pondering over its inevitable death is priceless. And savoring the knowledge that it’s real and not just mere imagination. <insert evil laugh>I’m feeling good already. <insert thoughts here that would relate to the next paragraph>

I am a grouch during mornings. That fact added with some bad news early in the morning has the makings of rage. I was ready to kill our company driver. He was supposed to get something from me back in Davao but he with his small brain, forgot about it. When he approached me this morning without the package, I verbally assaulted him like some palengkera <insert translation>. I rarely get mad, I mean I get mad a lot but I just don’t verbalize them coz I don’t want to say things I’ll regret in the end . I also find it awkward to apologize or accept apology. But there are just times that I can’t help it. He tried to apologize but I cut him off with an “oh shut up!” After I was finished with my tirade I gave him the silent treatment. A few minutes later after breakfast, he sent me a text message and continued to apologize. I want to stay angry at him but I can’t. How can I stay angry at someone who looks like Elmer Fudd? Or to someone who’s just plain stupid? It’s like training a cat to develop distaste for a mouse. It’s simply pointless. I’m quick to anger and quick to forgive but forgetting is another thing. <insert here a witty ending or something that would not make the reader (note:singular form) regret reading this totally senseless post and would make him/her come back for more>

Currently: attempting to make a decent post and get out of the devil’s butt blogger’s block

song in my head: three blind mice

Mincing words

Sometimes there are words that you thought you have to say but the moment you let them loose they sound foolish and they lose their meaning. Sometimes words really do get in the way. Or maybe I just didn’t find the right words to say. I talk of abyss and self preservation when a simple “I like you” would do. Now why do I feel the need to say that? I don’t know. I blame it on the movie, my flair for drama, my Cinderella or whatever complex is it I’m suffering right now, sex starvation, blowing things out of proportion and acting on impulse. Or maybe I don’t like to be called a Schizo and want to get back by really acting like one. There are a lot of excuses I could think of right now; I’m the queen of excuses and . . . STOP! Here I go talking in circles again. All I really wanted to say is that “let’s forget the words and let’s get on with the friendship”.

P.S. This is actually not the first time that i almost died of embarassment due to the words I said. I even remembered a time that i wanted the earth to swallow me on the spot or get out of town or get a Toronto plastic surgery and alter my face so nobody would recognize and perfect my face at the same time.And like i said, i’m talking in circles again….damn!

currently:in the middle of nowhere

song in my head: How soon is now by The Smiths

Lubot sa Yawa

I would like to congratulate my friend Ruby for finally realizing her true purpose in life. For finally giving in to a greater calling and for finally taking her vow at last. The vow of insanity. In celebration of this day I wanted to post the lyrics of one of the new songs released by JR Kilat, Lubot Sa Yawa but failed to find one on the net. I am now feeling pangs of regret for choosing Sitti’s Café Bossa CD over JK’s Buwad Suka Sili album. Oh well the damage is already done. If anybody knows the lyrics of the song kindly contact me.

  I had much to say about the subject of insanity but words fail me now. I’ve been posting and deleting entries since I got to work this morning coz I didn’t think my entries were “non-sense” enough.

In connection with this Yawa thing I can’t help but recall the expression of a friend “Sinugbang Yawa”. And those two words are the only words filling my mind right now. Well, I can say that I am in some sort of blogger’s block. Where’s that block located? Naa siguro sa lubot sa yawa.period.

Spikey’s Back

. . .with a vengeance!

I posted something before about a dog adding me up at friendster. And guess what!? As I was browsing through Friendster blogs…I found out that he has a… blog!Ohmigod!He might even be reading this blog and *gasps* he might even comment and ask for a link exchange.arf!

P.S. Can the Albany plastic Surgeon do something to improve the appearnce of this dog? LOLS

song in my head:who let the dogs out

currently:procastinating