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You Know Who You Are

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 05:41:25 GMT

Thank goodness for dress down Fridays!

Whoever thought of this concept to give corporate slaves like myself a break from the stiff constricting attire we call "business casual", deserves a warm and heartfelt greeting.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! whoever you are!

Merry Me

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 04:17:09 GMT

Nung pauwi ako kagabi, the first thing I noticed after I got off the jeepney was the slight chill in the air.

*inhale*

*exhale*

Yep. Christmas is upon us people.

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Early morning musings...

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 10:25:31 GMT

I think I've figured out what man's basic flaw is.

*socio-anthropology mode*

We men are fickle creatures. Fickle? Yes, fickle. In love. In relationships. In attention span. In pretty much anything that has to do with us as guys.

[here's a thought: If men are fickle, maybe that's why the word WOMEN came about...but that's for another blog. I'm not bashing women today. hehe]

Fickle. Google defines it as being marked by erratic changeableness in affections or attachments.

Maybe that's why men need sex. It's to keep our eyes on the prize. Because without it, our attention veers to another target. (hmm..)

I don't wash my hands from this rationale as I'm no saint. (No better specimen than *ehem* yours truly. hahaha.) But I did observe something recently about being fickle-minded and restraining oneself from giving in to these urges.

(This is for all the men out there, in the interest of maintaining a healthy monogamous relationship with whoever you're with right now.)

Whenever you're tempted by someone new or something better, try waiting it out. After a while, when the heat has subsided and the fuel of your passion has all died down, you'll realize that you've put more meaning into whatever "it" was... than there really was.

Short of it is, it was all probably just in your head.

So before you think of giving in to the urge or flirting with that cutie at work, take a breather and let it pass. Because chances are, you're reading too much into it (and it's not worth losing what you already have).

Besides, you can easily just wank off by fantasizing about that person. Quick. Easy. Drama-free. hahaha You get your fickle-fix and your relationship is intact.

(okay this post sucks. I can't believe I suggested masturbation over hitting on someone. gaah.)

Jay Homer Panganiban

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 10:46:09 GMT

Defined in the dictionary as the world's greatest ass-wipe.

Thanks for being my friend.

(hahaha! There! You happy now?)

La Di Dah

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 07:31:53 GMT

While walking home yesterday, not 100 meters from my house, I suddenly felt an unfamiliar and oddly discomforting emotion. A wave of futility washed over me about our existence here on earth.

In a span of a few seconds, I saw in my head the whole spectrum of one's life (like a mega MACRO overview of a person's life from birth to death) and realized that:

1. Life is too short. You won't be around long enough for anything.

2. Life is relatively meaningless. Whatever purpose or achievement or meaning you establish while you're still alive will eventually (rather quickly too) disappear and be forgotten.

3. You live. You grow up. You strive. You work. And soon, you die.

4. I don't want to die. It's just that it feels like life is one big futile existence.

Sigh. You think maybe I could be a good candidate for psychiatric drug therapy? Wonder what Prozac will do for me... hmm.

Too Early for Brunch

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 02:05:41 GMT

I'm sitting on the table having breakfast when I remembered my late uncle's wake and eventual cremation. I tried to imagine how it would be if that was me instead of my uncle.

My loved ones distraught over my death. Trying to come to terms with their own pain and looking for comfort where there is none. And after a couple of days, they'll be tasked to accompany me from the chapel into the crematorium where they get one last look at me. One last chance to say their goodbyes before they never see my actual face ever again.

And then it hit me. That's not my problem. It's the problem of those who'll be left behind.

And I realize, dying is such a selfish act.

Don't you think?

Romeo's Plight

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:06:27 GMT

the moonlight glow streams through the curtains
as the sandman quietly comes to me
he brings what i fear the most
but also what i desperately need

the darkness of slumber
nothing but endless night
as i wander aimlessly and start to fall
i give in, not without a fight

i lay there for what felt like an eternity
when i hear his silent call
the sun has started his ascent
and he beckons for everyone
including my weary soul

i open my eyes, still resisting
the day goes on, ever persisting
it's a day full of wonderful possibilities
i exhale...and begin the journey anew.

filling my being with a renewed purpose
as i fully come alive into the promise of the new day
i forge on with nary a thought
the inner light within shining through

i smile.
and the world is right once more.

Deal With It

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 09:10:16 GMT

I will not be a whiner.

I've handled my personal problems by myself ever since I was old enough to have them. When did I start depending on other people to help me carry them?

So this stops now.

Man up and stop being such a baby.

3 of 3

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 03:31:37 GMT

(This is the 3rd posting of this incantation. May your wretched soul burn in hell.)

With the curse of the 13th sign imbued on this holy day, as Odin himself threw down his wrath from Valhalla, I call upon the powers of the Norse gods... I invoke thee.

I curse you, "Rebecca Tuazon Sanchez" from the Palm towers in Makati Prime. You who prey on the innocent and take advantage of a situation for personal gains.

I curse you today, Paraskev� dekatre�s. I invoke thee.

I curse you Rebecca Tuazon Sanchez. Three folds you will receive the demerits of your greed. I invoke thee.

Staring Contest with Life

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 04:06:36 GMT

I was walking behind an old man earlier today. I think he was about 70 years old or so. He was walking slowly with a sort of a swagger not uncommon with someone who has had some kind of stroke or heart attack. And all I could think of was, "Why is life so unfair?"

Well, unfair isn't exactly the word I was feeling. More like, "limited". Why do we have to grow old and wilt and become so frail?

I don't want to grow old. I don't want to walk slowly with a gait. I don't want to become so weak.

I don't want to die...