Always with HOPE! Ü
Maligayang Pasko at Manigong Bagong Taon sa lahat!
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
Pics (not THAT pics)
Hi! It's been a while, but here are some pictures taken last June 28, 2006...Our wedding photos, in their initial layout, courtesy of Ariel Javelosa.
Take care, everyone!
Monday, October 30, 2006
...
to...
SAMAHANG WALANG SABADO
SLAVES WITHOUT SALARIES
SAMAHANG WALANG SLEEP
SAMAHANG WALANG SINASANTO
....i wish i knew how to quit you
SAMAHANG WALANG SABADO
SLAVES WITHOUT SALARIES
SAMAHANG WALANG SLEEP
SAMAHANG WALANG SINASANTO
....i wish i knew how to quit you
Friday, October 27, 2006
Legacy
(just a quick sharing. some might remember this word as clearly as we know the "eff" word today. Ü)
Last night the night lamp in our living room burned unusually bright. It was so bright we didn't have to use the two other lamps to light up the rest of the apartment's first level.
This morning we found the lamp's bulb busted -- its glass burned black and broken.
Burned out...
"At least it went out in a blaze of glory," I told my wife, "now THAT's a great way to go."
The lowly bulb became the apartment's brightest star, even for just one night, leaving a legacy that earned it a few seconds of conversation over breakfast.
The same phenomenon happens in watch batteries. Their dying moments are usually heralded by the crazy speed of the watch's second hand.
It happens to people, too.
That yearning to stand out and shine, and to perform with unusual enthusiasm and efficiency, in an attempt to leave behind a legacy...
Before they go.
I believe that's the ideal scenario. It may be hard for most of us, and oftentimes it is exactly what's keeping us where we are despite years of planning to move on.
Here's praying that we all leave behind a legacy...
Before we go.
We may not be successful, but at least we tried.
Last night the night lamp in our living room burned unusually bright. It was so bright we didn't have to use the two other lamps to light up the rest of the apartment's first level.
This morning we found the lamp's bulb busted -- its glass burned black and broken.
Burned out...
"At least it went out in a blaze of glory," I told my wife, "now THAT's a great way to go."
The lowly bulb became the apartment's brightest star, even for just one night, leaving a legacy that earned it a few seconds of conversation over breakfast.
The same phenomenon happens in watch batteries. Their dying moments are usually heralded by the crazy speed of the watch's second hand.
It happens to people, too.
That yearning to stand out and shine, and to perform with unusual enthusiasm and efficiency, in an attempt to leave behind a legacy...
Before they go.
I believe that's the ideal scenario. It may be hard for most of us, and oftentimes it is exactly what's keeping us where we are despite years of planning to move on.
Here's praying that we all leave behind a legacy...
Before we go.
We may not be successful, but at least we tried.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
The call...
To those who read my other blog, this may help put things in perspective. ---> Remember this?
It’s over.
My officemate for over six or seven years (darn, I can’t even remember), my housemate for over two years... a big bro, tatay, and lolo to most of his friends...
He passed away this afternoon...
I received the call in the middle of a project meeting.
It was our boss.
Normally he wouldn’t do that – to call us knowing we are in a meeting.
He asked me to pass the phone to our project director, who was speaking at that time. In a hushed voice, she told me that she has been ignoring her phone ringing repeatedly in her pocket.
But his request was firm, and I have no choice but to interrupt our director, and hand her my phone.
The gasp and panicked voice made almost everyone turn from the meeting table. Judging from her expression, whatever our boss was telling her, it was bad.
Really bad.
When she walked back to the table, she first apologized and broke the news to everyone.
Our Senior Programmer passed away.
Condolences were extended, and the meeting have to go on.
It was hard... To not to shed a tear in front of the meeting. I wanted to break something. Anything.
But I can't.
Under the table, my hand were shaking, and I cannot understand half of what was being discussed.
Darn you!
Darn you! We were playing billiards just last week, you stubborn ox, and not even our bosses could make you put down that freakin’ bottle of beer.
Damn damn damn damn!
Shit.
Sigh...
Peace, King Tot.
Wherever you are, I’m sure you are in a better place.
I’ll dedicate my first bottle of beer to you.
Cheers!
And I'm not done writing about you just yet. More to follow.
It’s over.
My officemate for over six or seven years (darn, I can’t even remember), my housemate for over two years... a big bro, tatay, and lolo to most of his friends...
He passed away this afternoon...
I received the call in the middle of a project meeting.
It was our boss.
Normally he wouldn’t do that – to call us knowing we are in a meeting.
He asked me to pass the phone to our project director, who was speaking at that time. In a hushed voice, she told me that she has been ignoring her phone ringing repeatedly in her pocket.
But his request was firm, and I have no choice but to interrupt our director, and hand her my phone.
The gasp and panicked voice made almost everyone turn from the meeting table. Judging from her expression, whatever our boss was telling her, it was bad.
Really bad.
When she walked back to the table, she first apologized and broke the news to everyone.
Our Senior Programmer passed away.
Condolences were extended, and the meeting have to go on.
It was hard... To not to shed a tear in front of the meeting. I wanted to break something. Anything.
But I can't.
Under the table, my hand were shaking, and I cannot understand half of what was being discussed.
Darn you!
Darn you! We were playing billiards just last week, you stubborn ox, and not even our bosses could make you put down that freakin’ bottle of beer.
Damn damn damn damn!
Shit.
Sigh...
Peace, King Tot.
Wherever you are, I’m sure you are in a better place.
I’ll dedicate my first bottle of beer to you.
Cheers!
And I'm not done writing about you just yet. More to follow.
Friday, May 05, 2006
A week after "grand eviction"
Grabe, tagal ding walang update dito ah.
A repost...
Last April 28 was “grand eviction day” at Kampo.
Kampo is the apartment my housemates and I that have been renting for over two years. The place is near a police camp, thus the nickname.
My fiancee, who found the place in the classified ads, referred it to us in July 2003. By August 2003, five housemates moved in. In a span of over two years, the original five has come down to three.
After the grand eviction, Kampo is left with one housemate – me.
The grand eviction was nothing like Pinoy Big Brother, where housemates get evicted for violations, tactical nominations, and text voting. It was a favor I’ve asked of my now former housemates: that I get to solo Kampo two months before my wedding.
They agreed, and for this I owe them big time.
And so with some beer, Mike’s pasta, and some officemates, we celebrated our last night as housemates. Salamat sa inyo, ‘dre. Tandaan n'yo na laging bukas ang Kampo sa inyo at lahat ng Tetcheeze, anumang oras. Wag n’yong kalimutang magdala ng beer (Hehe. Joke lang). ^^
That night also marked the end of my lifestyle of co-habitation.
For the longest time, I’ve spent my life living with people outside of my family, in places dictated by my choice of educational institution and, eventually, workplace -- a typical lifestyle of a promdi whose permanent address doesn’t even have a street number.
It’s been a week now since I had Kampo for myself. It’s almost surreal. I’ve forgotten the freedom of living in a space that’s totally your own.
Absolute silence and darkness suddenly became things that I command and control, not just something I wish for. Time, for a while, became obscure with the sudden disappearance of other people’s rituals (that explains my sudden tardiness at the office).
I’ll be enjoying these rare, small moments for two months.
A repost...
Last April 28 was “grand eviction day” at Kampo.
Kampo is the apartment my housemates and I that have been renting for over two years. The place is near a police camp, thus the nickname.
My fiancee, who found the place in the classified ads, referred it to us in July 2003. By August 2003, five housemates moved in. In a span of over two years, the original five has come down to three.
After the grand eviction, Kampo is left with one housemate – me.
The grand eviction was nothing like Pinoy Big Brother, where housemates get evicted for violations, tactical nominations, and text voting. It was a favor I’ve asked of my now former housemates: that I get to solo Kampo two months before my wedding.
They agreed, and for this I owe them big time.
And so with some beer, Mike’s pasta, and some officemates, we celebrated our last night as housemates. Salamat sa inyo, ‘dre. Tandaan n'yo na laging bukas ang Kampo sa inyo at lahat ng Tetcheeze, anumang oras. Wag n’yong kalimutang magdala ng beer (Hehe. Joke lang). ^^
That night also marked the end of my lifestyle of co-habitation.
For the longest time, I’ve spent my life living with people outside of my family, in places dictated by my choice of educational institution and, eventually, workplace -- a typical lifestyle of a promdi whose permanent address doesn’t even have a street number.
It’s been a week now since I had Kampo for myself. It’s almost surreal. I’ve forgotten the freedom of living in a space that’s totally your own.
Absolute silence and darkness suddenly became things that I command and control, not just something I wish for. Time, for a while, became obscure with the sudden disappearance of other people’s rituals (that explains my sudden tardiness at the office).
I’ll be enjoying these rare, small moments for two months.
One of the tequilla fridays at Kampo. (l-r) penn, vlad, rubs, ai, mae, mike, mear, lynn, mage, and lei.
(Note: Kampo housemates)
(Note: Kampo housemates)
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Twilight Zone
Yesterday...
Pusang ginisa!
Am I in the right office?
Fresh from Pier 15 of South Harbor (in other words, gusut-gusot at amoy kalye), I walked into an office that looked like mother station, all fired up to start my year right.
But wait!
Mukhang may kakaiba.
Madam Modela looks fine, as always, but Jenergizer looks even better!
And that's not all!
May dumaan na sa biglang-tingin ay kamukha ni Gwapong Kuya Mike -- pero japorms, naka-corporate look.
Hinabol ko yung kamukha ni GKM para makasiguro.
And guess what?
You're right!
Hindi siya.
*Joke lang*
It's GKM!!!
OMG.
Everybody's in corporate attire.
Off the hook!
Tapos nabalitaan kong nag-flag ceremony nung Monday.
Kewl!
May flag retreat kaya?
Pusang ginisa!
Am I in the right office?
Fresh from Pier 15 of South Harbor (in other words, gusut-gusot at amoy kalye), I walked into an office that looked like mother station, all fired up to start my year right.
But wait!
Mukhang may kakaiba.
Madam Modela looks fine, as always, but Jenergizer looks even better!
And that's not all!
May dumaan na sa biglang-tingin ay kamukha ni Gwapong Kuya Mike -- pero japorms, naka-corporate look.
Hinabol ko yung kamukha ni GKM para makasiguro.
And guess what?
You're right!
Hindi siya.
*Joke lang*
It's GKM!!!
OMG.
Everybody's in corporate attire.
Off the hook!
Tapos nabalitaan kong nag-flag ceremony nung Monday.
Kewl!
May flag retreat kaya?
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Rediscover
The crudely handwritten memo posted at mother station's pantry says:
"Because we conserved energy, use microwave on lunchtime only."
That piece of paper never failed to get my attention, even in my half-awake state, every time I fill my half-liter mug with good ol' Mr. Fixit's batangas brew.
It's been there since we came down from Tagaytay last December 15 to discover the meaning of "rediscover".
Memo Master strikes again, and he's getting good at it -- spurred perhaps by the rediscovery sessions where he made sure everyone is reminded how important and hardworking he is (it's probably a gift to be able do that with uncanny ease).
Everytime I fill my coffee mug, I kept thinking if King Tot would have ripped that memo to shreds by now. I guess I'll find out as soon as he recovers from his tryst with pneumonia.
Po*@#, anong gagawin namin pag late kaming kakain? Ipitin sa kili-kili ang ulam? I could almost hear King Tot saying.
But the memo stays posted. I guess it has its purpose.
For me, it's a reminder that such attempt to appear efficient could never replace genuine dedication to continue helping and improving the mother station. It's a reminder, perhaps, to look at my self as well and see my own shortcomings.
Genuine dedication, I believe, is the reason why the office pantry has freshly brewed coffee at 8:30 in the morning without fail for the past 20 years.
Looking back at the whole rediscovery exercise, I say Brother Sangre could not have chosen a more appropriate prayer for it:
"Because we conserved energy, use microwave on lunchtime only."
That piece of paper never failed to get my attention, even in my half-awake state, every time I fill my half-liter mug with good ol' Mr. Fixit's batangas brew.
It's been there since we came down from Tagaytay last December 15 to discover the meaning of "rediscover".
Memo Master strikes again, and he's getting good at it -- spurred perhaps by the rediscovery sessions where he made sure everyone is reminded how important and hardworking he is (it's probably a gift to be able do that with uncanny ease).
Everytime I fill my coffee mug, I kept thinking if King Tot would have ripped that memo to shreds by now. I guess I'll find out as soon as he recovers from his tryst with pneumonia.
Po*@#, anong gagawin namin pag late kaming kakain? Ipitin sa kili-kili ang ulam? I could almost hear King Tot saying.
But the memo stays posted. I guess it has its purpose.
For me, it's a reminder that such attempt to appear efficient could never replace genuine dedication to continue helping and improving the mother station. It's a reminder, perhaps, to look at my self as well and see my own shortcomings.
Genuine dedication, I believe, is the reason why the office pantry has freshly brewed coffee at 8:30 in the morning without fail for the past 20 years.
Looking back at the whole rediscovery exercise, I say Brother Sangre could not have chosen a more appropriate prayer for it:
"Lord, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things that I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference."
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Faces
My dream of passing the creative torch to the new-bloods died yet another painful death this year, and the task of designing the station's christmas card falls on my lap, again.
It all started when I heard the station wishing for a more personalized greeting card to replace the UNICEF cards it customarily gave out on Christmas. In between research work, I played with Photoshop and Pagemaker, and submitted my first design.
It got approved (aha, madali palang i-please mga tao dito. haha!), marking my first break into (extremely) amateur graphics design, and my unofficial designation as the station's designs/layout artist. It was only a few years ago when my job description got revised to include those functions.
The task gets gruelling each year: now I have to fit 43 people into a half-letter size postcard while trying to make it pass for a decent greeting card. The pictorials get more complicated (thus messier), the designs more demanding, and the deadline more toxic than ever.
I have to find someone to do this next year!! *reminder entered*
Anyway, there's (always) a certain high with designing the station's christmas card, however simple or amateur. Labor of love, maybe, and the chance to see the faces of people I hardly get to even talk to in this workplace -- taking note of the new faces, how the old ones have changed, and remembering those who were once part of this station's motley mob.
It all started when I heard the station wishing for a more personalized greeting card to replace the UNICEF cards it customarily gave out on Christmas. In between research work, I played with Photoshop and Pagemaker, and submitted my first design.
It got approved (aha, madali palang i-please mga tao dito. haha!), marking my first break into (extremely) amateur graphics design, and my unofficial designation as the station's designs/layout artist. It was only a few years ago when my job description got revised to include those functions.
The task gets gruelling each year: now I have to fit 43 people into a half-letter size postcard while trying to make it pass for a decent greeting card. The pictorials get more complicated (thus messier), the designs more demanding, and the deadline more toxic than ever.
I have to find someone to do this next year!! *reminder entered*
Anyway, there's (always) a certain high with designing the station's christmas card, however simple or amateur. Labor of love, maybe, and the chance to see the faces of people I hardly get to even talk to in this workplace -- taking note of the new faces, how the old ones have changed, and remembering those who were once part of this station's motley mob.
Looking back: a draft of my first proposed design. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a copy of the finished product.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Unclogged
The mess at Mother Station must have been THAT bad if management had to declare November 2 and 3 as official clean-up days. Anyway, I agree that our area at Tech had been in a "creative, frantic chaos" for the longest time.It took me nerves of steel to dump nine years worth of documents into garbage bags, scanning papers by the bunch for any sign of value or worth. My first pile ate up the whole morning, with the nagging thought of accidentally throwing away precious notes (like "Leo, use this format from now on" or "Do not use this!" or "Good work. You deserve a raise"-something-like-that-yeah-right-dream-on).
But no, people change and so does this organization.
By mid-day I cast all worries and loosened my grip on old documents and notes. In no time I was rid of over half the papers in my work area. There's much left to be done, but I say it was good enough for one day.
It was exhilirating and liberating -- throwing away all the mess with reckless abandon. I could get used to it. In fact, I just finished cleaning up our Kampo hideout, and threw (or rather, packed in black plastic bags) a LOT.
I hope the basureros (or rather, their kids) will find use to what's inside those black plastic bags. ^_^
Advance Merry Christmas!
Tsk. I need a bigger box...
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Guess who's back
Hold on to what's left of your sensibilities, mga katotong Techies.
I just heard that someone is going to make a comeback to the Tech. Many have come and left the Techies area, but this is one comeback act that scares me more than pulmonary tuberculosis relapse.
Que horor!
What pisses me off to no end is the reason for the comeback act: "Lagi kasing late eh."
Ulit nga, sa English naman: due to habitual tardiness, there will be changes in area assignments.
Anak ng...
While I hold on to my sensibility, I better keep my mug, food stuffs, and whatever from lying around the white table and other places, lest I get a memo.
A posted memo, no less.
I just heard that someone is going to make a comeback to the Tech. Many have come and left the Techies area, but this is one comeback act that scares me more than pulmonary tuberculosis relapse.
Que horor!
What pisses me off to no end is the reason for the comeback act: "Lagi kasing late eh."
Ulit nga, sa English naman: due to habitual tardiness, there will be changes in area assignments.
Anak ng...
While I hold on to my sensibility, I better keep my mug, food stuffs, and whatever from lying around the white table and other places, lest I get a memo.
A posted memo, no less.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
non-sense conversations......
i just spent 40 minutes talking to someone from a government agency talking and blabbing about some things we already discussed in the 3-4 times she called me in the past two weeks.... all i can tell you is that she is a huge pain in the ass...
while talking to her and listening to her "hypothetical" scenarios, i have to stretch my tired arm holding the handset and transfer the handset from my right ear to the left...once in a while, i have to drink water because my throat is dry and my lips parched of explaining to her, repeatedly, the answers to her somewhat never-ending questions.....i hope she heard me kicking under my desk or slamming my desk or throwing my stressballs around my desk.....
and one time, i took a fleeting look in a piece of paper pasted in my computer monitor, in which a Thai saying is written -- "tolerance, patience and understanding are the highest virtues one can develop" ...well, it did not placate my annoyance and irritation, which has risen to the nth level...i had to control myself not to put the handset down and cut her off....
and finally, she said "thank you"...and i thanked her too...but then she added, "i'll just call you if i have other inquiries"....grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr >(
while talking to her and listening to her "hypothetical" scenarios, i have to stretch my tired arm holding the handset and transfer the handset from my right ear to the left...once in a while, i have to drink water because my throat is dry and my lips parched of explaining to her, repeatedly, the answers to her somewhat never-ending questions.....i hope she heard me kicking under my desk or slamming my desk or throwing my stressballs around my desk.....
and one time, i took a fleeting look in a piece of paper pasted in my computer monitor, in which a Thai saying is written -- "tolerance, patience and understanding are the highest virtues one can develop" ...well, it did not placate my annoyance and irritation, which has risen to the nth level...i had to control myself not to put the handset down and cut her off....
and finally, she said "thank you"...and i thanked her too...but then she added, "i'll just call you if i have other inquiries"....grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr >(
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Sa wakas... SPEED!!
Hindi na namin kailangang bumili ng isang kahang beer sa tuwing magme-media release kami after six. Hindi na rin siguro natin kailangang mag-sayang ng katakut-takot na oras sa pag-eemail ng kapiranggot na attachment...
At ang post na ito ay ginawa sa loob lamang ng dalawang minuto.
Mother station goes DSL! Yeah baby!
At ang post na ito ay ginawa sa loob lamang ng dalawang minuto.
Mother station goes DSL! Yeah baby!
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Close encounter
Good morning po. May ika-clarify lang po ako about this bluebo...
Here, look at this. In 2004, this was paid by blah-blah blah blah. And in 2005 yackity yackity yak yak yak. Wala pa rin yung hack chop chuck chack chenes arf arf...
I see. Actually I’d just like to check what Big Boss Bear said about...
... it was Jay who went to pay the waayaaaa eeeayyyargh muwala muwa muwa muwa eyow. So ngayon lang dumating itong bratatatatatat tongyaw tongyaw pting pting pting zizboom bah hale hale hoy...
Okay. Pero tungkol po doon sa media rel...
... you know this booga woooga looo is just like the book of cars...
I don’t know that po.
Oh you don’t? It’s that book...
I don’t have a car po. Sige po. Thank you!!
... of the gwwwaaaark uwak uwak uwaaaaaaaaaakkk uuuuuuwwwwaaaaaaaakkkk...
* hurries out of the room *
Good grief. *shudder*
Here, look at this. In 2004, this was paid by blah-blah blah blah. And in 2005 yackity yackity yak yak yak. Wala pa rin yung hack chop chuck chack chenes arf arf...
I see. Actually I’d just like to check what Big Boss Bear said about...
... it was Jay who went to pay the waayaaaa eeeayyyargh muwala muwa muwa muwa eyow. So ngayon lang dumating itong bratatatatatat tongyaw tongyaw pting pting pting zizboom bah hale hale hoy...
Okay. Pero tungkol po doon sa media rel...
... you know this booga woooga looo is just like the book of cars...
I don’t know that po.
Oh you don’t? It’s that book...
I don’t have a car po. Sige po. Thank you!!
... of the gwwwaaaark uwak uwak uwaaaaaaaaaakkk uuuuuuwwwwaaaaaaaakkkk...
* hurries out of the room *
Good grief. *shudder*
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
...
watching horror flicks @ sm cinemas,
81 php;renting vcds of japanese and korean horror movies,3 for 50 php;ghost hunting @ sws,20 php;hearing my officemates shriek and
scream in horror of seeing a sadako-look-alikepop-up unexpectedly in their pc monitors,priceless...>:)
Monday, June 06, 2005
Samahan Special Release: Admin in Dismal State; New Techie Shocks Group
The 2nd Quarter of 2005 found the Admin in troubled grounds with the resignation of its Finance Officer, just barely three months after assuming the post left by uber Admin Officer AAB, following allegations of disharmonious working relationship with long-time External Auditor extraordinaire.
Another fresh face joins the folds of the Techie group, adding yet another afternoon delight to the already wacky ensemble.
One Down for Admin, Potential Trouble Looms
Finance Officer Lorie tendered her resignation last week, barely three months after taking on one of the tasks left by AAB, due to alleged “disharmonious working relationship” with the station’s long-time ExAu.
“Hindi naman kasi trabaho ng ExAu ang mag-mando ng iba,” says King Tot, station’s Master (as in ancient) Programmer. “Si Rene Magbubungkal lang naman kasi dapat ang tina-trabaho niya.”
A new FO reports today to replace Lorie.
In other news, more and more sightings are being confirmed about the “extracurricular activities” of the recently promoted Admin staff, eliciting raised eyebrows among those who are more familiar with staff’s somewhat shady past.
“This brazen display of hanky-panky is just an indicator of loss of moral authority within the group,” observed a Techie in a Pao-Pao convention. “We can expect more of these sightings, as well as unofficial phone calls and possible neglect of duties,” he added, pointing out the staff’s recent request to be assigned as hardware maintenance officer.
Take good care of your computers, Techies. *gives computer a hug*
Tech Group Got Shook
The formerly quiet and camera-elusive Blue Eagle Maf shocks entire Tech, thanks to the ala Ju-On pop-me-out-of-my-seat-while-screaming screensaver which is fast becoming a hit in the station’s local area network.
“Pu******na! Hindi ko ini-expect na lalabas uli siya! “Pu******na!” says Maf, after falling off her chair screaming.
Maf is also a lecturer at the Ateneo de Manila University, specializing in political science and industrial relations. She reports at the station in the afternoon.
Another fresh face joins the folds of the Techie group, adding yet another afternoon delight to the already wacky ensemble.
One Down for Admin, Potential Trouble Looms
Finance Officer Lorie tendered her resignation last week, barely three months after taking on one of the tasks left by AAB, due to alleged “disharmonious working relationship” with the station’s long-time ExAu.
“Hindi naman kasi trabaho ng ExAu ang mag-mando ng iba,” says King Tot, station’s Master (as in ancient) Programmer. “Si Rene Magbubungkal lang naman kasi dapat ang tina-trabaho niya.”
A new FO reports today to replace Lorie.
In other news, more and more sightings are being confirmed about the “extracurricular activities” of the recently promoted Admin staff, eliciting raised eyebrows among those who are more familiar with staff’s somewhat shady past.
“This brazen display of hanky-panky is just an indicator of loss of moral authority within the group,” observed a Techie in a Pao-Pao convention. “We can expect more of these sightings, as well as unofficial phone calls and possible neglect of duties,” he added, pointing out the staff’s recent request to be assigned as hardware maintenance officer.
Take good care of your computers, Techies. *gives computer a hug*
Tech Group Got Shook
The formerly quiet and camera-elusive Blue Eagle Maf shocks entire Tech, thanks to the ala Ju-On pop-me-out-of-my-seat-while-screaming screensaver which is fast becoming a hit in the station’s local area network.
“Pu******na! Hindi ko ini-expect na lalabas uli siya! “Pu******na!” says Maf, after falling off her chair screaming.
Maf is also a lecturer at the Ateneo de Manila University, specializing in political science and industrial relations. She reports at the station in the afternoon.
Friday, April 29, 2005
...finally, but..........
an ended day
the soothing sanity and blitheness of
completion,
the pomp and hurried contest-glare and rush are
done;
now triump! transformation! jubilate!
-- walt whitman
.....finally,
but,
there's still the judiciary,
which,
will celebrate it's 2nd "anniv"
this september.....
until then......
and hopefully, the end of insanity...
Friday, April 15, 2005
poem written out of boredom and sleepiness in a monday afternoon at work...
just want to share a poem i wrote in a monday afternoon while trying to write the cultural indicators report and struggling to fend off sleep at the same time....well, i'm still working on the report, and i was unsuccessful in warding off sleep...the poem is unfinished, maybe i will finish it in one of the coming lazy days hehehe :)...
boredom and sleepiness,
a deadly combination
both urging the soul to escape the body,
to drift in the the empty black-filled space.
eyelids drooping,
hopelessly trying to keep it open.
yawning incessantly,
forcing air to the oxygen-deprived brain.
catnap interrupted by a sudden
annoying click of the mouse.
the mind is wandering,
in a far, far land where sleep is permissible.
blank, expressionless, stone-faced
thinking absent-mindedly,
doing everything, yet achieving nothing,
just to impede the longing and desire for deep slumber.
a pathetic state
even liters of hot-steaming coffee could not help,
as the brain has become a sponge of caffeine
in many countless but futile efforts to stay awake
and to keep off boredom.
nor liters of energy drinks
would resuscitate the sluggish
and lethargic remains of a half-awake, half-asleep creature,
for the yellow liquid has permeated the blood stream,
slowly decaying the inner recesses of the anatomy.
....
boredom and sleepiness,
a deadly combination
both urging the soul to escape the body,
to drift in the the empty black-filled space.
eyelids drooping,
hopelessly trying to keep it open.
yawning incessantly,
forcing air to the oxygen-deprived brain.
catnap interrupted by a sudden
annoying click of the mouse.
the mind is wandering,
in a far, far land where sleep is permissible.
blank, expressionless, stone-faced
thinking absent-mindedly,
doing everything, yet achieving nothing,
just to impede the longing and desire for deep slumber.
a pathetic state
even liters of hot-steaming coffee could not help,
as the brain has become a sponge of caffeine
in many countless but futile efforts to stay awake
and to keep off boredom.
nor liters of energy drinks
would resuscitate the sluggish
and lethargic remains of a half-awake, half-asleep creature,
for the yellow liquid has permeated the blood stream,
slowly decaying the inner recesses of the anatomy.
....
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Salamat, AAB
Chords: D A Bm G
Matagal ding panahon tayo’y nagkasama
Sa lungkot at ligaya, sa hirap at ginhawa
Sa bawat oras, sa lahat ng bagay
Sa bawat pangarap
Sabay nating hinaharap
Refrain: D A Bm G
Sa araw ng ‘yong paglisan
Kami’y ‘wag mawaglit sa isipan
Ang lahat ng ating pinagsamahan
Sa aming puso lang maiiwan
Chorus: D A G Bm A
Salamat, salamat sa iyo
Ina, kapatid at kaibigan
Salamat, salamat sa lahat
Matagal ding panahon tayo’y nagkasama
Sa lungkot at ligaya, sa hirap at ginhawa
Sa bawat oras, sa lahat ng bagay
Sa bawat pangarap
Sabay nating hinaharap
Refrain: D A Bm G
Sa araw ng ‘yong paglisan
Kami’y ‘wag mawaglit sa isipan
Ang lahat ng ating pinagsamahan
Sa aming puso lang maiiwan
Chorus: D A G Bm A
Salamat, salamat sa iyo
Ina, kapatid at kaibigan
Salamat, salamat sa lahat
ng ‘di matatawarang kabutihan
Refrain: D A Bm G
Sa araw ng ‘yong paglisan
Kami’y ‘wag mawaglit sa isipan
(Humming) D – A – Bm – G (3X)
Chorus: D A G Bm A
Salamat, salamat sa iyo
Ina, kapatid at kaibigan
Salamat, salamat sa lahat
Refrain: D A Bm G
Sa araw ng ‘yong paglisan
Kami’y ‘wag mawaglit sa isipan
(Humming) D – A – Bm – G (3X)
Chorus: D A G Bm A
Salamat, salamat sa iyo
Ina, kapatid at kaibigan
Salamat, salamat sa lahat
ng ‘di matatawarang kabutihan
Refrain: D A Bm G
Ang lahat ng ating pinagsamahan
Sa aming puso lang maiiwan
(Humming) D – A – Bm – G (3X)
Chorus:
Salamat, salamat sa iyo
Ina, kapatid at kaibigan
Salamat, salamat sa lahat
Refrain: D A Bm G
Ang lahat ng ating pinagsamahan
Sa aming puso lang maiiwan
(Humming) D – A – Bm – G (3X)
Chorus:
Salamat, salamat sa iyo
Ina, kapatid at kaibigan
Salamat, salamat sa lahat
ng ‘di matatawarang kabutihan
(G)-----
Lyrics by Vlad
Music by Mic, Leo, and Dennis (honorary tet-cheeze)
Sung by Mear
(G)-----
Lyrics by Vlad
Music by Mic, Leo, and Dennis (honorary tet-cheeze)
Sung by Mear
A mother, a sister, a friend. Yes, that's how I see Ate Ana in over nine years of working with the station. I can add "a mentor", "a master", and a thousand others to describe her, but one thing is for sure -- Ate Ana is all about good things and goodness.
It's been with utmost pleasure and honor to have worked with you, Ate Ana. Good luck and God bless. Ü
The tet-cheeze with Ate Ana, on her despedida party, March 28, 2005.
(2nd from left, standing: Jay -- tek slash DP slash data bank manager slash fellow... whew!)
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