The SUPERHERO Alter-Ego in ME...

Another reason for surfing weird sites… B-O-R-E-D-O-M. I woke up yesterday morning figuring out why I keep on sticking my ass around this company when there is a whole lot of organizations that is more willing to give me good dough than this one.

However, I have strong reservations for humongous adjustments especially when I have to transfer to a different working environment, again.

Well, as my personal experience and assessment as a teen-ager, I am the type who is exaggeratingly restless. I easily get bored and I am so sorry to those guys who were affected by my lack of proper discernment during those years.

Right now, I am feeling the same doubts again… but I told myself, I need to grow up. I need to save myself from the oppression of boredom. Only me, myself and I can save me from that monstrous inkling to just bum around or to rapidly change my career path, at the least.

As I was pondering on that super alter-ego self, I came across this test about what type of superhero am I.

It asked a whole lotta questions about popularity, sympathy and generosity that would reflect my superhero counterpart.

It’s GREEN LANTERN.

Why? Because of his being “..Hot-headed. You have strong will power and a good imagination.”

Well, it’s a general view of myself, actually.. after taking other personality tests that told me about my worsening paranoia, histrionics, dependence, avoidance and other forms of psychosomatic problems, I figured out that at least, this one sums up the ego that I have. Sounds bad, but hell, I wanna help my brethren at least. Haha.

I do not wanna leave the job that I have right now for reasons that I am not ready to go outside Makati yet. Second, I am still testing the waters in leading other guys to also practice my other untickled skills. Wehehehe. I know in due time I will get what I really deserve and would make every single day real worthwhile.

Gotta attend another meeting after this… I need to save my ass from another bashing of a Hotelier client. I need to present a design that I would want to incorporate into their website… to cut the crappy boredom, actually. At least I find a bit of stress to keep my arteries pumping.

So, later. May the force be with you. =P

SUMMER = Envy

I've been staring to a million and one resort images for the past 8 mos and I never got to see even one in person.

This maybe, is the irony of working as a web designer. Your knowledge of the things that you directly work with is just far from empirical experience.

Argh.. I need a vacation! HUMDRUM. Yeah, that's what I am feeling right now.

I just want to see myself exceling and learning new things in fields that are dominated by others, may it be familiar to me or otherwise. To begin with, I wanna learn how to SWIM PROPERLY! At least, this talent would affect me when I begin to build my dreams on being hailed as a swim champ. Bwehehe.

Haha.

I wanna see myself in videos where I try to fly underwater and gain phase by just some simple arm-foot combos.

I knew it. SUMMER brings envy; Envy to other people who are frolicking right now in the beaches that I only see in pictures. I bet this is the effect of the images I stare at all the time.

Summer.. guh.

I need a vacation!!!

Good thing is, next week would be Holy Week and Holy Week means HOLIDAYS! This season of Lent is something I look forward to each and every year. Of course, this is a sure ball non-working HOLIweek that extends up to another, what do you know, HOLIDAY! Wuhoo... APRIL 9th. A local holiday. Yeah, this happens rarely.

I gotta buy swimming paraphernalia - surfboard shorts; shades; visors; and...

Get the tan of my life. Kidding.

I dont wanna get toasted.... I look like a native swine whenever I grill myself under the sun.

One thing for sure, I would be checking out at least one beach this super break and be an IAN THORPE that I could squeeze out of my unharnessed gills and fins.... =P

BATTLEcry

Been awhile since I last crashed in to this site.

Have not updated YOU with anything new yet... coz there's a lot.. IM TELLING YOU!

Been to great distress. Skank!

Not even the worst calamities can ever dampen the spirits of the PRADA clients I recently had. Blah! Blah! Blah!

The most sinister bitches from hell together with their defocused perspective have connived to blatantly bombard me with extra work which I am not supposed to do. Every single detail of their "supposed-to-do" list were piled up to me. I can actually start selling these cds they gave me to TRAVEL PORTALS to get even with 'em. Haha.


It really was a HELL ON EARTH from Mid-October til late JANUARY. Imagine, even Christmas season didnt get spared from the fury of these uncanny dogs when they tried to convince me to come to the office to wrap up their vanity site.


I commend those people (LECHA, TINAPIE, ALF) who supported me through and through, sharing my agony with every piece of UNRESIZED IMAGE and every detail of the IMPERFECT SWOOSH we have gotten to assimilate the prowess of the client's dream look.

This is not a post of rejoice because there's nothing to rejoice about! None yet. The site is still not up and live but it already feels like it, since it is the second day in my entire season that I had the opportunity to breathe some air and remember that I also have other sites to mind about.

This is a post of grievance, for all the hard-unnoticed-work; for all the over-load/time; for all the red tape and crap and overtaxes. Gah. For all of you who feel neglected by your plea to transparency especially with your monthly $.. this is our battlecry.

DECAY [dee'kay]

Hmmm... I was just discussing about casting blames and stuff with a friend this morning and she made me think how one privileged person can turn into a monster due to greed, but she kept on reiterating that PARENTS are just there to guide, they do not hold their child's decision. Well, I'm with her on that since I know that she has an aunt whom, at her lifetime has been proven a SAINT by a lot of people around her. I just wonder how she had raised 3 kids who are involved in various illegal activities. Their notoriety was re-liven when one of the siblings appeared at their MOM's interment in cuffs [May she rest in peace!].

As I exercise my "Freedom to Check External E-Mail Accounts" [haha], I came across this posting from one of my groups in this mailing system. It suddenly linked me to realizing how one person evolves into choosing what or who he/she wants to become someday. I know I am guilty of blaming other people for the misfortunes that I encounter and worse, I sometimes argue and rub in the complaints on all sources of my discontent.

The lesser evil: Environment; Upbringing; Heredity
The greater evil: PERSONAL CHOICES and DECISIONS

Here's the content of the article:

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MANILA, PHILIPPINES | Thursday, September 16, 2004

How brats are created

Who says only valuable jewelries can become heirlooms? My daughter showed me a copy of a letter written by her friend's Dad on her 13th birthday. A few months after he wrote it, he died of a heart attack. Today, this letter is regarded as a family heirloom, shared not just with the immediate members of the family, but shown proudly to relatives and friends alike.

I felt the message in this beautiful letter should be shared with as many people as possible. So I asked my daughter if her friend - the letter's addressee-would allow me to reprint it in BusinessWorld. She said there shouldn't be a problem, except that a note should probably precede the letter asking the readers to share this with their young married children. Hah! a not-so-subtle inference that BusinessWorld readers are not exactly "young parents" anymore.

So, dear readers, do share this letter with your young married children. They will certainly find this letter - as I did - a very insightful treatise on how brats are created.

"Daughter Dearest Happy 13th Birthday!

"When you came to this world 13 years ago, you brought your Mom and I a lot of joy! We've always wanted a daughter and God in His wisdom gifted us with you.

"This is not to cast any aspersions at your four older brothers; they are also a great blessing and we love them very much, but boys are boys, and I look forward to the day when I am old and gray to have you by my side. I can't see this happening with your brothers; you know what I mean, as we have talked about this at the dining-room table many a time.

"You have also heard me say that we are gifted with a lot of material wealth. That's something we should be very grateful to the Lord about, but we should be aware that this has been loaned to us, as you too are loaned to us by God and that we will be asked to give a full accounting when our day of reckoning comes.

"The reason for this letter is to warn you about one big, big danger you and your brothers may face in the next few years. I have seen it happen in other families. I don't want to see it happen here.

"I am referring to having you guys grow up as brats!" 'Brat-manship' is the process one has to go through to become a brat!

"Unfortunately, it is an ailment imposed by parents! They are the creators of the brats!

"In their desire to try to save their children from the difficulties they have been through, they do whatever possible to shield them from this. Little do they realize, that it is precisely these difficulties that have made them successful. Their love for their children may make them overprotective. They may even prevent them from taking public transportation. They come up with all sorts of rationalizations, going by public transportation is not safe, the buses are too crowded, the fumes on the road are bad for ones health, and so on!

"They mean well, but in the process, they deprive their children of what it really means to live in a city like Manila
which is comprised of two strata of society - the 'haves' and the 'have-nots!' And sad to say some of 'the haves' live in their little world. Unaware of that sampaguita vendor, drenched in the rain, so that her siblings may get a least one meal that day.

"The other day, I was with an elderly wise gentleman, we are at the Polo Club waiting for his car. There was a girl, about your age. She, too, was waiting for her car. When her vehicle got there, she jumped into the front seat, and as she did, tossed her beautiful pair of riding boots into the back seat. She then asked the driver if her Mom was home. 'Wala po! Nagma-mah jong (She's not home. She's playing mah jong),' came the reply! The car drove off.

"My friend turned to me and said, 'There is an example of the under- privileged rich.' Then he followed with, 'They have everything and they have nothing.'

"This incident, short as it was, left me with a deep impression. I guess this is why I am writing this letter.

"Your Mom and I have tried to raise you kids to realize that our country is made up of the very rich and those who may not even have enough to have one decent meal a day. I hope you never lose sight of this. This is why we
have taken it upon ourselves to adopt a squatter family during Christmas and share with them some of some things to make their Christmas more meaningful.

In the process, we hope that you and your brothers will appreciate the conditions we live in. In the process, I hope that you always have compassion or these lesser fortunate. So that next time you see that sampaguita vendor knocking at our car window drenched in rain you do not get annoyed, but instead pull out your wallet and share with her in a small way your allowance.

"You will notice your brothers take public transportation to go to UP. It's not that we can't afford another car; we can't afford for them to grow up thinking that its part of their 'birth right' to be in the ruling class.

"This is why we insisted that you do your bed in the morning, and to pick up your own toys and clothes, rather than have a yaya trailing you.

"And I could go on and on. As you are apt to say, 'You catch my drift!' "When you feel you are not getting enough money in your allowance, or get new shoes like your friends always had or the latest fad of Guess jeans, take this letter out and reread what I have written.

"We love you far too much to create a brat!

"Your Loving Father"

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As far as I know, I have not experienced being spoiled by my mom. My dad passed away at my tender age. He was the one who has pseudo-spoiled me with food and escapades. Everything happened so quickly when he succumbed to death after my 3rd birthday. After som many years, I think that my mom has brought me up in a really humble manner... well, as compared to my eldest sib.

So, where do you categorize yourself? At least I can cross TAFT AVENUE without the help of MANONG GUARD during College. Ack!

Lord of the LAWS: The Return of the Encyclical

Bang!

Bang!

Click!

Clack!

Time is running out.

The sound of her voice is starting to echo as early as yesternight, though she's still thousands of miles away from here.

Her intimidating aura is radiating sinisterly piercing as a lance.

Her warmth gives me 1st degree burns.

The cloth around the domicile should be replaced before she steps in two days from today. That same untickled dominion.

To extirpate personal annoyance and ultra-irritation on a despicable incarnate, she commands me.

The arms that are supposed to embrace the weary and lost.

The arms that held the then weak and needy turning to a backsliding ingrate.

The long arms of the law that her presence asserts.

Hers, is a stand of real authority.

For whatever it's worth,

WE MISSED YOU, MOM! WELCOME HOME!

Tickin` away

What do I see myself doing 5 years from now?

Gah. This question has caught me dumbfounded for at least 10 seconds.


I do not know. I just wanna see myself sipping a hot cup of chocolate drink and eating breakfast at one of Greenbelt 3's goodie shops, maybe [meaning, at least I can still afford to buy myself some nice drink and a decent meal].

Seeing that happen is at least a great relief.

Tic-tac-tic-tac

2011 (T_T )

Now, a year I would dread. Hahaha.

I will cross the bridge when I get there.

c0Lds+fEver=w0rK!

I did not have so much choice to whether go to work or continue nursing my sick incarnation.

However, coming to work today is better than to get flooded with a myriad emails and end up staying late in the office. Pew! I honestly, truly believe that I do not procrastinate but CLUTTER is my status at the moment. Argh! This day is a very big day with a very big workload! Argh! Argh! (..but how can I still find time to blog!? Haha)

Yes, my colds did not hinder me from doing my day's tasks.. I finished 2 major activities and even attended a couple of meetings plus a "saved-by-the-bell" request. Argh! However, it's better than to get piled with a gazillion other things and mind that would definitely make me go berserk. Gee.. this could be very disastrous.

I dunno if I have been utilizing myself more than my body can accommodate... imagine, I have been to the company outing at Caylabne Resort in Tarnate, Cavite on Friday, October 13 until the ff day.. reached home at 630 but still had to attend my church thing until 8. Went on with a bacchanal until the wee hours and woke up at 645 to hear mass... again. Oh well.. then at 2PM, same SUNDAY, we were off to the grand choir outing in Antipolo. Christmas season has proven its presence as it has brought an icy-cool, shivering water that can kill ticks, lice and wasps in a matter of seconds. I am not surprised why I was not able to go to work on Monday.

While still on the pool, I was already seeing symptoms of a worsening health condition. My allergic rhinitis began to become more apparent as I plunged into the freezing cold waters. It did not flabbergast me since I was not being cautious on the possible danger that lurking in the cold and overfatigue can take me to.

Voila! My nose is stuck with a gallon of phlegm and my left ear, having a history of discomfort and palpable carelessness, can not perform and contain the expected amount of decibels it should be tolerating. Tina (the superfriend) told me that I speak clearly though my ear processes it as distorted sound. Gee.. I know I need a breather.

GOOD NEWS: Nevertheless, I still enjoyed the weekend with the company of Idjea, Leigh, Tina, Mark and the rest of the office people... plus, I was able to take home Php500 for winning in a physical challenge game during the team-building session.

BAD NEWS: We, (all of us in our department) are expected to be in the office at 9 o'clock in the morning starting tomorrow.. Oh my God! It would start to shatter all that I have invested for. Worse, I think my colds would get aggravated due to that very EARLY BIRD news!

colds+fever=IT DOES NOT WORK! PUHLEEEZ!