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Tuesday, September 26, 2006
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Sunday, September 24, 2006
samaritan of a song
It took a while. It took a really long while.How terribly appropriate to find that special song you've been searching for so very long in the most inexplicable of circumstances. Here's my story: a dream took me to it.
I dreamt of watching American Idol and some girl sporting a boyish cut and some strange finger tattoos reminiscent of madonna's frozen video. She was singing THE song. I quickly google for the American Idol site (still in dream) and find that THE song is there in a playback of the episode.
But before I could take a sigh of relief, I find myself in a cabin watching some dude arguing with another dude about THE song. The guy was blaming the other guy for introducing a song he doesn't know the title of; the guy liked it but is now stuck in the same depressing vortex of not knowing the title of THE song.
I woke up, lyrics still fresh in mind, and momentarily google them (this time, for real) hoping for the best.
Sadly, "come and stay here" doesn't pick-up on anything.
I go out on a limb instead and search for "cynthia alexander" although I don't remember anyone mentioning her in the dream (but I felt extremely positive about that name). Lyrics after lyrics, reviews after reviews and the occasional pop-up did nothing to help in my quest.
Since I've still got 3 limbs left, I throw "icicle fire" into google's engine and LO AND BEHOLD! THE SONG is there.
The problem all along: "come and stay here" != "comet's t~ail".
PS: I found the infamous orange and lemon's sunsilk song. It's "Let me" and an mp3 should start floating around when they release a single of this but for now, enjoy.
PPS: Now to search for that other shampoo commercial song: "air conditioned ang buhok niya!".
Friday, September 22, 2006
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Talk Talk Talk
Oo, kakagising ko lang.
Kahit na alas-dose ng gabi ang nakalagay sa orasan ng pc ko, hinde ako nanghihinayang sa body clock ko. Let's just say I've had a long day.
Nagsimula ang lahat nung alas-onse ng umaga nitong lunes, kagigising ko lang (malamang) at siyempre kasabay ng aking pag-gising ang pag-boot ng pc. Online, sinimulan ko na i-psyche ang sarili ko mag-thesis habang nagbabasa ng mga post ninyo sa multiply.
SA YM, nag-message sa akin yung kaibigan ko sa diliman: meron daw siyang malaking problema.
Pinagkakaabalahan niya noon ang project nila sa Business Administration, which is to setup and organize some kind of project.
Ang napiling proyekto? Mag-seminar.
Ang problema? Nag-backout and speaker.
Ang iniiyakan niya? 2 araw na lang, seminar na.
Ang pinaka-punto niya sa mensahe ay kung meron akong kilalang marunong sa ERDs at DFDs. Syempre, tumaas ang kilay ko: "Comsci ako! Bread and butter ko yan." Nung sinabi ko yun, nde ko pa alam na naghahanap pala siya ng speaker. Nung sinabi niya, medyo hinde na ako makatanggi.
Mga ilang oras muna dumaan, siya nag-aalala, ako nagtatawag ng mga kakilang computer scientists na pwede mag-turo sa up diliman sa Miyerkules. Sa huli, ako na ang sumalo, medyo kabado dahil WALA ako talagang experience mag-speaker (hinde yata counted yung mga oral report sa klase) at medyo 48 na oras na lang natitira.
Puyat. Google. Kain. Puyat. Wiki. Kain. Powerpoint. Visio. Access. Puyat. Kain.
Miyerkules ng umaga sa up diliman, dala dala ang powerpoint na puro kabaduyan (dahil boring ang DFDs at ERDs kung wala), pansit at mga cupcake ng kaibigan ko na gagamitin nilang pang-hila ng mga tao ("free lunch! free lunch!") tumungo na kami sa kuwartong pagse-serbisyohan namin sa susunod na 4 na oras.
Ayos. Buti na lang ginamit ko si Boy Abunda(entity) para i-describe ang isang ERD (yung system: the Buzz!) at salamat din at nakilala nila sa Lt. Data (sa DFD...) dahil kung hinde... parang "sayawan ng Arico Mambo" nanaman uli ang mangyayari (isang joke na nde na-"gets").
Ayos. Medyo konti yung nahila (kapag wednesday pala, walang klase sa college of business admin.) pero sa kahit saan naman na seminar sa school, basta merong pumutang 10-15, ayos na yun.
Ayos. May mug ako at konting datung (at may maidadagdag na ko sa resume ko).
Ayos. Natulungan ko yung kaibigan ko, and that's all that really mattered.
Kahit na alas-dose ng gabi ang nakalagay sa orasan ng pc ko, hinde ako nanghihinayang sa body clock ko. Let's just say I've had a long day.
Nagsimula ang lahat nung alas-onse ng umaga nitong lunes, kagigising ko lang (malamang) at siyempre kasabay ng aking pag-gising ang pag-boot ng pc. Online, sinimulan ko na i-psyche ang sarili ko mag-thesis habang nagbabasa ng mga post ninyo sa multiply.
SA YM, nag-message sa akin yung kaibigan ko sa diliman: meron daw siyang malaking problema.
Pinagkakaabalahan niya noon ang project nila sa Business Administration, which is to setup and organize some kind of project.
Ang napiling proyekto? Mag-seminar.
Ang problema? Nag-backout and speaker.
Ang iniiyakan niya? 2 araw na lang, seminar na.
Ang pinaka-punto niya sa mensahe ay kung meron akong kilalang marunong sa ERDs at DFDs. Syempre, tumaas ang kilay ko: "Comsci ako! Bread and butter ko yan." Nung sinabi ko yun, nde ko pa alam na naghahanap pala siya ng speaker. Nung sinabi niya, medyo hinde na ako makatanggi.
Mga ilang oras muna dumaan, siya nag-aalala, ako nagtatawag ng mga kakilang computer scientists na pwede mag-turo sa up diliman sa Miyerkules. Sa huli, ako na ang sumalo, medyo kabado dahil WALA ako talagang experience mag-speaker (hinde yata counted yung mga oral report sa klase) at medyo 48 na oras na lang natitira.
Puyat. Google. Kain. Puyat. Wiki. Kain. Powerpoint. Visio. Access. Puyat. Kain.
Miyerkules ng umaga sa up diliman, dala dala ang powerpoint na puro kabaduyan (dahil boring ang DFDs at ERDs kung wala), pansit at mga cupcake ng kaibigan ko na gagamitin nilang pang-hila ng mga tao ("free lunch! free lunch!") tumungo na kami sa kuwartong pagse-serbisyohan namin sa susunod na 4 na oras.
Ayos. Buti na lang ginamit ko si Boy Abunda(entity) para i-describe ang isang ERD (yung system: the Buzz!) at salamat din at nakilala nila sa Lt. Data (sa DFD...) dahil kung hinde... parang "sayawan ng Arico Mambo" nanaman uli ang mangyayari (isang joke na nde na-"gets").
Ayos. Medyo konti yung nahila (kapag wednesday pala, walang klase sa college of business admin.) pero sa kahit saan naman na seminar sa school, basta merong pumutang 10-15, ayos na yun.
Ayos. May mug ako at konting datung (at may maidadagdag na ko sa resume ko).
Ayos. Natulungan ko yung kaibigan ko, and that's all that really mattered.
Monday, September 11, 2006
All seasons are beautiful for the person who carries happiness within.
Fack shit and hello, September.
Last Friday was September 8 which is about a week late for someone to freak out (froke out?) about the ushering in of a new -ber month, but freak out all the same, I did.
It was a very wet evening, that Friday night, with the rain thing doing an all-nighter and me all sweaty with worrying about how I'm gonna survive tonight making everyone happy. Worrying through every waking moment sort of merged the gap between the 1st and 8th of September into one long exasperated sigh.
Anyway, here is my not so TGIF with an uneventful morning and afternoon sly enough to make you think you've got the right to relax. But when the evening comes along, hold on to your pants, brotha'!
The whole dilemma is simply a matter of priorities: God or friends? Friends or God?
September 8 holds a special place for both factions, you see? It's a day for Marian celebration as well as the chosen date for the despidida of an especially close friend. To my utter panic, though, they both scheduled their joyous merry-making evening-ish.
Now, I'm a man of chance and destiny; I take a zen approach when it comes to my life and so far, good ol' flow has been taking me to wonderful places. This time though, fate got tired of making decisions for me and handed me this platter of grief.
Anyway, cutting a long story short, I righteously picked God over my friend one evening (after watching Jerry Maguire, a notoriously feel good movie) and let that be that. Once friday came along, I went to mass like the good choir boy I think I am and marched on over to Rockwell at an extremely unfashionably late hour of 10.
I still managed to make it for the wonderful food (and the odd single glass of beer served) and to see all my old friends, all still yuppie as can be. The night was calmly epilogued by a long discussion on "what the hell did you do to deserve all this drama?" with a good friend, chowing down on a solitary banoffee and washing that down with 2 shots of espresso, just like what any other respectable confection deserves.
It ended well, and, in retrospect, I realized that the whole panic thing was unnecessary and childish. Things always have a way of working out, you just have to survive it long enough with a smile on your face.
Last Friday was September 8 which is about a week late for someone to freak out (froke out?) about the ushering in of a new -ber month, but freak out all the same, I did.
It was a very wet evening, that Friday night, with the rain thing doing an all-nighter and me all sweaty with worrying about how I'm gonna survive tonight making everyone happy. Worrying through every waking moment sort of merged the gap between the 1st and 8th of September into one long exasperated sigh.
Anyway, here is my not so TGIF with an uneventful morning and afternoon sly enough to make you think you've got the right to relax. But when the evening comes along, hold on to your pants, brotha'!
The whole dilemma is simply a matter of priorities: God or friends? Friends or God?
September 8 holds a special place for both factions, you see? It's a day for Marian celebration as well as the chosen date for the despidida of an especially close friend. To my utter panic, though, they both scheduled their joyous merry-making evening-ish.
Now, I'm a man of chance and destiny; I take a zen approach when it comes to my life and so far, good ol' flow has been taking me to wonderful places. This time though, fate got tired of making decisions for me and handed me this platter of grief.
Anyway, cutting a long story short, I righteously picked God over my friend one evening (after watching Jerry Maguire, a notoriously feel good movie) and let that be that. Once friday came along, I went to mass like the good choir boy I think I am and marched on over to Rockwell at an extremely unfashionably late hour of 10.
I still managed to make it for the wonderful food (and the odd single glass of beer served) and to see all my old friends, all still yuppie as can be. The night was calmly epilogued by a long discussion on "what the hell did you do to deserve all this drama?" with a good friend, chowing down on a solitary banoffee and washing that down with 2 shots of espresso, just like what any other respectable confection deserves.
It ended well, and, in retrospect, I realized that the whole panic thing was unnecessary and childish. Things always have a way of working out, you just have to survive it long enough with a smile on your face.
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