Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Freakin' A!

Oh my Lord! I was doing a google search on my name, and guess what I found? - my blog! Sheesh, it's been a while since I last wrote something here (and I almost forgot that I even had a blog). So what's been occupying my time? A lot of things actually.

I've been working here in the 049 area code (Santa Rosa, Lagun to be exact) for like 3 months now. Grabe at nakakapagod ang byahe, other than the fact that - well. . . .nakakapagod ang byahe pucha! Kelangan magtyaga talaga since a second baby is on the way. Yep! A second baby's on the way. Sana nga girl naman this time, pero ok lang kung boy. Sana kasing bait siya at kasing guwapo ni Mika Lorenzo, my eldest, kung magiging boy. Kung girl naman, sana kamukha ng asawa ko.

Well, other than work, what kept me from working on my blog is the special project that I did for a group of friends. I wrote a previous article for them, you could probably find it down here somewhere. They're in a band called "Prime Council" and they recently reorganized the composition of their band. I did a blogsite/website for them and you could check it out at http://primecouncil.tk . It's my way of thanking them for the good music and the friendship that they've afforded me and my wife for the past year.

OK. Well, hindi ko na alam ang isusulat ko dito kaya sige. Hanggang sa muli!

Thursday, September 22, 2005

28, 29, . . . . F*CK!

"If at age 20 you are not a Communist then you have no heart. If at age 30 you are not a Capitalist then you have no brains." (George Bernard Shaw)

I just celebrated my 28th birthday 4 days ago (yah, thanks a lot for not greeting me!). My best friend and drinking bud, poet-singer-songwriter-barrister Easy Fagela made me realize one fact I've never really thought of before - "Tangina Ban, malapit ka na mag-trenta!" Upon hearing this, it made me say "Punyeta, oo nga no?!?!?".

What is it with turning 30 that creeps me out? Hell, it's just my age. But seriously, what is it? I would really appreciate comments from people who went through the same. Click that little thing that says 'comments' below, you know what to do after that, I hope.


Wednesday, September 07, 2005

God's Greatest Gift

"Until you have a son of your own... you will never know the joy, the love beyond feeling that resonates in the heart of a father as he looks upon his son. You will never know the sense of honor that makes a man want to be more than he is and to pass something good and hopeful into the hands of his son. And you will never know the heartbreak of the fathers who are haunted by the personal demons that keep them from being the men they want their sons to be." - Kent Nerburn

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Casting the First Stone

"Let him who is without sin cast the first stone."

I first heard this line uttered while watching an episode of Superbook (or was it The Flying House?). Eversince the time I realized the moral of this story derived from the Holy Bible, I've always tried to keep in mind the lessons being taught by it. As they say, who are you to judge someone if you yourself haven't seen your own reflection in the mirror. As Melanie Marquez would aptly put it, "don't judge my brother, he is not a book!".

I had a very serious conversation with one of my colleagues (technically I am his subordinate, but I've never really recognized that fact). I've been observing him trying his very best to ignore, at the same time avoid my mere presence over the past few days. As his continued cold treatment towards me has already reached it's high level of annoyance, I finally decided to confront him. It turns out, he is mustering a bad feeling towards me which was caused by some information that he learned from someone (let's call this other person anonymous), and then this anonymous apparently told him about the fact that some of the members of our department (myself included) are making fun of his personal life, particularly his sexual orientation. I was quick to admitting my guilt, realizing that denying such act would lead me nowhere. I then offered my sincerest apologies to him and simply offered no excuses. I told him I was indeed part of the group, I laughed, concocted more stories to make the story juicier, laughed some more, and of course, laughed till I could no longer sense that there was still oxygen available. But it was not in any way done to defame his character by any chance. It was just a simple case of four boys trying to find something to laugh about. One can't really say that it was at someone's expense since it was never intended to reach the ears of other people. In the end, our conversation went nowhere, I felt. He just accepted my apologies but later told me that, "I should suffer the consequences caused by my actions." Alrighty then.

I thought deeply after that conversation. I believe that I should atleast be given credit to the fact that I was MAN ENOUGH to admit my mistakes and offer my sincerest apologies, with no if's and but's. But of course!, this one really hit him hard, I really couldn't blame him for not giving me forgiveness. Heck, if I were in his shoes, being a the man that I am, I would have punched the other guy right smack in the face. Good thing nothing like that happened.

You may be wondering why the title of this entry is such. After much deeper thought and meditation, the very first thing that popped into my mind after thinking about what happened was the very first line that I typed up there. Probably this was prompted by my true feelings regarding this particular situation, since the guy's last line to me was "how could some people do this to me, I've done nothing wrong". You readers of my blog are not dumb, you can firgure it out yourself. 'Nuff said!

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Dave Batista: Isang Pinoy!

Hahaha! Sinabi ko na nga ba eh. Tama ang hinala kong may dugong Pinoy itong mokong na 'to eh. Una ko palang nakita ito, naisip ko na kung Bautista man talaga ang tunay na apelyido nito, hindi ito pwedeng maging Latino dahil wala sa itsura niya eh. Naghinala tuloy ako na may lahing Pinoy ito. Nung isang linggo, napanood ko ang isang episode ng "WWE Smackdown!" at may isang poster doon na bitbit ng isang manonood na nagsasabing, "Batista is Filipino". Kinabukasan, Google search kaagad ako. Booom! Totoo nga! Si David Michael Bautista, o mas kilala sa pangalang "The Animal" Batista, ang kasalukuyang World Heavyweight Champion ng WWE ay anak ng isang Pinoy na ama at isang Greek na ina. Shit! At akala ko pa naman eh ako ang unang dugong Pinoy na magiging Champion ng WWE. Bwiset!

Bagong Bisyo sa Weekends!

Lately, madalas akong lumalabas (kasama misis kong maganda) kapag Saturday nights. Ito na lang kasi ang araw na nakakapag release ako ng tension dulot ng pagtratrabaho sa isang opisinang . . . . ewan ko ba! Kapag lumalabas kami, lagi naming pinupuntahan yung mga lugar kung saan tumutugtog yung paborito naming grupo, ang Prime Council w/ Jed Madela and Gail Blanco. They actually play good music (considering the fact na dati wala akong hilig sa show band, metal ako eversince dude!). Oo, bumaligtad na ako sa pananampalataya ng Heavy Metal music, dahil sa kanila. Ito ang mga miyembro ng band:

Jed - vocals (may entry ako tungkol sa kanya sa bandang ibaba)
Gail - vocals (wow, this girl can really sing, better than the female singers that we hear sa radio/tv)
Janby - bass (idol ko 'to)
Jonathan - keyboards (musical director din nila, move away Jay Durias!)
Jonjon - drums (easy girls!)
Jason - guitar (smooth player)
Dondon - trumpet (isa pang idol ko)
Paul - saxophone (up to now, I still don't know where this guy gets the oxygen for him to be able to hit those notes)

You can catch these guys perform at Aruba (Metrowalk), along Ortigas Avenue on Fridays and at Tapika along Katipunan Avenue on Satrudays. For my friends whom I haven't seen for the longest time, you can catch me watching these guys perform (at the same time drooling at how they could produce good music) at Tapika during Saturday nights.

Quo Vadis?

Sheesh! Ito pala itsura ng blog ko. Tagal ko ding hindi naasikaso ito ha. Hehehehe. Anyway, mula nung huli akong nagsulat ng entry, marami ring nangyari. Heto ang pinakamatinding nangyari:

Minsan kaming inimbitahan sa isang meeting ng boss namin. Ang sabi niya, magbubukas na raw yung bagong site namin sa Sta. Rosa, Laguna. Nasisip ko, "uy, beri guuud!" atleast maganda ang negosyo namin ngayon at kaya pa naming magbukas ng isa pang branch. Pero ito yung catch. Kaming mga nasa Training Department, mahahati. Ang sabi ko, ok lang. Medyo hindi ko rin naman nakakasundo yung ibang mga tao dito kaya, what the heck. Ang kaso, medyo no choice ang paghahati sa amin. Ang mga pupunta sa Sta. Rosa, assured ng trabaho, habang ang mga ayaw pumunta sa Sta. Rosa, matitira dito sa Makati, pero may chance na ma-assign sa ibang department, dahil hindi na raw kakailanganin ng Makati site namin ang isang malaking Training Department since hindi naman daw kami magha-hire ng maraming tao kapag natayo ang nasa Sta. Rosa. Wow, some kind of a no-choice pala ito! Eh taga-Quezon City kaya ako. Paano na? Ayaw ko naman magpa-assign sa ibang department since ito na ang naging buhay ko, ang corporate training. Mukhang mapipilitan akong bumyahe nito ng Sta. Rosa araw-araw mula November this year. Shit!

Sta. Rosa, Ikaw nga ba ang lupang pangako?

Friday, May 27, 2005

Goddammaderpakshet!

Punyetang buhay ito. Andito ako sa opisina, nakaupo sa harap ng kompyuter ko, kakatapos ko lang turuan ang mga studyante ko kung paano sila makakapagbigay ng "driving directions" sa mga kliyente namin sa call center. Imagine, isa kang Amerikano na nawawala sa isang lugar tulad ng LA, Calif. tapos hihingi ka ng driving directions mula LAX papunta sa Staples Center sa isang tao na nasa Pilipinas? Tangina kung alam lang nila na mga Pilipino gumagawa nito, hindi na sila magtitiwala sa amin.

Masakit ang ulo ko, kelangan ko na siguro pumunta sa isang optometrist. Matagal ko na dapat gianawa ito kaso lang inisip ko gastos lang. Ayan tuloy, lumala na sakit ng ulo ko. Mas lalaki pa siguro gastos ko nito. Eto pa ang nakakabwisit, habang sinusulat ko itong entry na ito, lalong pinapasakit ang ulo ko ang boses ng mga studyante ng kabilang klase na isa-isang binibigkas ang mga pangalan ng mga cities sa New England region ng US.

"DanVeRRy, CT"
"DorcheZteRR, MA"
"BridgeFort, CT"
"CamVridge, MA"
"AndoBer, MA"

Bullshit! Ilang araw na sa kanilang itinutoro kung paano bigkasin yang mga punyetang pangalan na yan, hindi pa nila maitama. San ba pinagpupulot itong mga taong ito?

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Pagkaasar at Galit


Isa akong miyembro ng Order of DeMolay, at mula nang sumali ako dito noong 1991, inpinagmamalaki ko na ito. Walang linggong hindi ako pumunta sa lohiya kung saan kami nagmimiting at kumbaga, kinareer ko na rin ito. Naging aktibo ako dito ng halos sampung taon at masasabi kong marami rin akong natutunan dito. Binuhos ko ang aking pagod at hirap sa isang organisasyon na alam ko namang naging mabuti sa akin.

At dahil nga sa naging mabuti akong miyembro at kahit papaano'y may kaunti din akong naipamahagi sa organisasyon mismo at maging sa ibang miyembrong itinuring kong mga kapatid, napagdesisyunan ng matataas na opisyal ng DeMolay na gawaran ako ng Chevalier Degree. Hindi ito ibinibigay ng basta-basta. Sinasabi nga:

"The Degree of Chevalier is the highest award for service to the Order of DeMolay within the gift of the Supreme Council. Recipients of the Chevalier Degree are some of the most active members of the greater DeMolay family."

Kasama ng titulong "Chevalier", ginawaran ako ng isang medallion na kamukha ng nasa itaas. Sabi ko sa sarili ko, kung sakaling maging Chevalier ako, ipapa-frame ko ang aking medallion at isasabit ko ito sa sala namin, tulad ng isang diploma, dahil ito ang sisimbolo sa katotohanang naging mabuti akong tao at nakatulong ako sa iba sa loob ng halos sampung taon na pagiging aktibong miyembro. Itinago ko ang medallion sa isang lugar sa bahay ngunit hindi ako nagkaroon ng pagkakataon na ipa-frame ito. Pagkalipas ng ilang buwan, tinawagan ako ng isang miyembro ng Supreme Council ng DeMolay it humihingi siya ng permiso sa akin na kung pwede'y hihiramin niya ang medallion ko dahil gagamitin daw nila ito sa isang seremonya ng paggagawad dahil hindi daw sila naka-order galing sa States. Ibabalik daw nila ito agad pagkatapos nila itong gamitin, kaya't pumayag naman ako. Ibabalik naman kasi e, sabi ko sa sarili ko. At anong nangyari? Hindi ito ibinalik sa akin. Tatlong taon na ang nakalipas, hindi pa rin ito ibinabalik sa akin at sa bawat pagkakataon akong nakakakita ng mga larawan ng isang taong nakasuot ng chevalier medallion, nakakaramdam ako ng pagkakaasar at kaunting galit. Oo nga't medallion lang ito at ang tunay na pagiging isang chevalier ay nasa puso at sa isip, at wala sa pagkakaroon ng isang medallion. Well, ito lang ang masasabi ko, LECHE! Iba pa rin ang may Medallion! "I earned that f%#@$n medallion!" Ibalik nyo na sa akin!