August

Is the climax month of the year…If the year had a graphical representation for the eventfulness level vs. the months in the year, August would be a peak in that graph.

Why? I can explain in numbers (six sigma wink ;0 )

1. 1 new team mate. Hired a new team mate. All the trainers in my position have been fighting for a team mate. I got one or should I say the team added one with so much ease that it was a happy and pleasurable experience.

2. 4th year anniversary in my organization. I am becoming a dinosaur in tenure. help!

3. 1st year anniversary. This year, on this month me and my wife turn one together…It has been a great year for us. We have earned a lot of experience this year and I believe we have grown so much together. Kudos to my wife for being patient, loving and relentless in her efforts of making me a better person. I raise my glass to you my love! L’Chaim!

4. 26th Birthday. By far one of the best birthdays I have had. Lasted for a week. Started out on a saturday. Karaoke + Club night with tight nit friends. Ahemmm. Within the week, various doses of surprises coming from all corners of my life (my wife being the main accomplice in almost all of them). I was a happy recipient of 3 cakes…I am not sure yet as to what they signify I was just happy I received those happy lumps of sugar. My mom, conspired with my wife when she had her gift sent over…FLOW magazines…I was surprised. Really. I did not expect my mom to give me such a gift. It was awesome. My boss, conspired with my wife to have my pictures sent all over the office for a birthday greeting email and yes it generated a gazilion mails from all over, which again fattened my fat laiden liver…To make the week even progress further the “switchblade posse of georges” took me out to dinner with matching dessert at the dessert factory. One of the few times in my life that I was the one treated for my birthday by friends. As culmination, last night was a food booze gathering. The usual innies activity. It was great because the people who usually were not there but mattered were there last night. We morninged the night.

I would like to thank God. For giving me another wonderful year to live, Parents that tirelessly support me, Friends that are always there and the good people that surround me, and for giving me my life – my wife.

Field Duty 1

No matter what the stress, we can still smile.

Our photoshoot day. The day we were trully tested as colleagues.

Small Beginnings

This is us basking in the moment of our first paying gig. We are hoping to look back some day and say, wow look at us now.

Today Cebu, Tomorrow the World.

Facebook

The facebook phenomenon. I call it that because thats what it is – a phenomenon.

So like now if you are on friendster people would be – whats that? haha. Not to mock friendster, I am still on it.

Although this just goes to show that we have a strong need to communicate and keep on communicating. Same as with the statistical analysis that our country the Philippines has the highest usage of SMS.

We just need to keep on communicating…May it be Manang Inday talking to the other Manang Indays of the world outside the gate of your house. Or may it be the trisikad drivers who just keep on chatting the whole day as they wait for passengers.

Facebook has created an amazing trend wherein we keep all of our friends and people in our network updated by simply changing our status. And they expanded the service by adding all sorts of stuff such as Farmtown. I swear to god someone came up to me in the pantry of my workplace as I was gorging and stuffing my face with the infamous siomai and asked me “dude can I harvest in your farm?” I swear to God if he was not straight I would have thought he was coming on to me. Jeez Luweez.

Anyways. I need to update twitter. Don’t even get me started on twitter. haha.

Winds of Change

Its coming. It is going to be legen —- wait for it —-dary!

The Hayden Halili Landslide

Let me just say that I have not watched the video. Maybe I’m one of the few Filipino’s out there who has not seen it. To the others, I applaud you for not having watched it.

I am yet again embarrassed by our nationality. For the simple fact that this issue has ballooned so much that we have ignored a lot of more important and pressing issues. Our government has fed on this issue like tilapia fish on bread starving for a month.  It seems as if this issue drives our economy and our progress. I rarely ever snarl on my blog. I am not an angry person but this whole video scandal BS is effing irritating me.

Now it has died down. Thank you Jesus. You have truly saved us yet another time. Now we get to go back into focus. Focus on things that have true bearing and weight on our national standing.

Plus if they just dealt with it like Paris Hilton did they wouldn’t have to spend on lawyers and all that make up.

Erap for President

Should we say “Here we go again???”

Yes we should. We will once again be fooled by the same person who was already put to jail. I boycott him as early as now. I boycott you if you vote for him.

Women are Resilient

Fellas I only say this because I am a living testimony. I am married and I have to say Kudos! Big Kudos to my wife. She puts up with a lot of things going her way coming from me. Let me ellaborate.

1. Patience. A virtue that I have been working on. She has put up with my impatience since time as we know it. I am so impatient that I flush the toilet while I am still peeing but she says I am making progress. I raise my glass.

2. Farts. I fart a lot. Awake or asleep. When reading or watching TV. In the heat or in a cold room. I can count no longer as to how many times we have almost fought about my farting. Yet my wife sleeps with me, reads with me, watches TV with me.

3. Clumsy, clumsy and clumsy. I am a big mess maker. When I move, things move around me. She has just gotten so used to me running into things and breaking stuff that she can anticipate it.

4. Friends. Short to say she has learned to understand and like my friends no matter who or what they are, ending up to her being close to them also.

5. Vices. I smoke and I drink and I am addicted to TV. Oh god take me to rehab. Haha. From the time we got together she knew I had those and she made sure that I knew her stand and position on it and yet she has been nothing but understanding about it.

Well the list can go on and on. It just never ceases to amaze me. So to all the women out there putting up to all of these things and much more, throw a party! You deserve it.

To my wife, your amazing. I will work on those things. Love you!

Breathe Daily

 

the ride i take on a hill

into a loop and down a slope

like smoke going down a chin

it takes me away

blows me away

this is everyday – a different hill

into a different hoop

and each second i brace

inhaling

trying to push trying to pull

surrounded by walls

walls of glass

stuck in a box of mirrors

falling out of controll

exhaling

the ride i take on a hill

 

into a loop and down a slope

 

like smoke going down a chin

 

it takes me away

 

blows me away

 

this is everyday – a different hill

 

into a different hoop

 

and each second i brace

 

inhaling

 

trying to push trying to pull

 

surrounded by walls

 

walls of glass

 

stuck in a box of mirrors

 

falling out of controll

 

exhaling

Stuck Past Timing

 

i watched movement

from the side of the room

with barely any attention

or light

i waited waited

in anticipation for a semblance

of stopping

i whispered something

only i could hear

i want to go there

but im here

the songs keep playing

as smoke fills up the room

reminding my eyes

to tear

the red lights and the smell

of stale alcohol

stain my senses

time on my rist

time on my chest

i struggle

imagine tires in mud

i am a tire

in mud

i watched movement

 

from the side of the room

 

with barely any attention

 

or light

 

i waited waited

 

in anticipation for a semblance

 

of stopping

 

i whispered something

 

only i could hear

 

i want to go there

 

but im here

 

the songs keep playing

 

as smoke fills up the room

 

reminding my eyes

 

to tear

 

the red lights and the smell

 

of stale alcohol

 

stain my senses

 

time on my wrist

 

time on my chest

 

i struggle

 

imagine tires in mud

 

i am a tire

 

in mud