Haven't done any posts recently. Maybe because I've got too many things to think of.
Like my nth attempt at losing weight. I've signed up with a gym and tonight's the first time I'll work out there.
Or the fact that a rolling stone gathers no moss. And I'm pretty mossy right now (people who know what I'm saying will know what I'm saying). It will be up to you readers how you interpret this.
Dammit, I want to blog but I have no idea what to write. Writer's block? Damn.
Out.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Which NBA Player Am I?
Despite the fact that I answered that I was average in the clutch, an average shooter with good ballhandling skills and average rebounding, apparently I'm of the same category as Tim Duncan. Strange.
Tim Duncan
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Sunday, March 04, 2007
Abandon Ship
Last night my girlfriend and I met up with a friend of mine, who introduced us to her friend. Her friend was looking for a job abroad, and my friend was just biding her time before going to a job she found abroad.
What I noticed from the conversation we had last night was the fact that both my girlfriend and my girl friend were both happier abroad. They were earning dollars, they were able to buy whatever they wanted. Stuff like that.
I'm not saying it's wrong to leave the country. Hell, I'm planning on doing that also. It just saddens me that more and more people are sharing in the sense of hopelessness about this country. It's not that they've given up on the Philippines, more like they've decided the only way to fulfill their dreams is to work somewhere else where they get paid what they are actually worth.
And it's true. Even I know this for a fact.
The only difference with me and my girlfriend is that she wants to come back here to retire. I don't. If I find a job abroad and eventually become an immigrant, then a citizen of whatever country I choose to work for then I'm never going back. Vacations yes but to retire here? No.
I don't care if I'll be able to buy more things with my money here, I've seen this place already. There's no hope. The mentality of the people here is, as long as I can get away with it I will. From basic driving courtesies, to falling in line to ride the bus or an escalator, people will always, ALWAYS try to get ahead. And what for?
We're all greedy here, and almost no one follows the law because they know they just have to pay someone off if they get caught.
Not exactly my idea of a perfect retirement place.
I'd rather go somewhere where people follow rules, are considerate of other people, even if it costs more. It will be worth it.
Here? No thanks.
Now all I have to do is find someone who will hire me.
Out.
What I noticed from the conversation we had last night was the fact that both my girlfriend and my girl friend were both happier abroad. They were earning dollars, they were able to buy whatever they wanted. Stuff like that.
I'm not saying it's wrong to leave the country. Hell, I'm planning on doing that also. It just saddens me that more and more people are sharing in the sense of hopelessness about this country. It's not that they've given up on the Philippines, more like they've decided the only way to fulfill their dreams is to work somewhere else where they get paid what they are actually worth.
And it's true. Even I know this for a fact.
The only difference with me and my girlfriend is that she wants to come back here to retire. I don't. If I find a job abroad and eventually become an immigrant, then a citizen of whatever country I choose to work for then I'm never going back. Vacations yes but to retire here? No.
I don't care if I'll be able to buy more things with my money here, I've seen this place already. There's no hope. The mentality of the people here is, as long as I can get away with it I will. From basic driving courtesies, to falling in line to ride the bus or an escalator, people will always, ALWAYS try to get ahead. And what for?
We're all greedy here, and almost no one follows the law because they know they just have to pay someone off if they get caught.
Not exactly my idea of a perfect retirement place.
I'd rather go somewhere where people follow rules, are considerate of other people, even if it costs more. It will be worth it.
Here? No thanks.
Now all I have to do is find someone who will hire me.
Out.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Music
Music.
The past few weeks I've had a gradual change of music taste. Specifically driving music taste.
I know listen to 105.1 (it's mostly jazz, I don't remember the station name). NU 107.5? I rarely, rarely, listen to that station anymore.
Maybe it's because I've gotten sick and tired of their DJs and how annoying they are. Or maybe it's because most of the local music I hear being played aren't as good as the older local songs. Its either I've heard the song before (a remake), or they're trying to sound foreign (Brit accent, Jamaican accent, whatever), or they're using literary prose as lyrics.
Where's the originality? It's like the band decided the best way to get noticed in the music scene would be to take someone else's song and use it for their own. I don't care if you changed the arrangement or what, if it's for a tribute album then it's okay. But if you release it as a single from your own album, no thanks. I've heard that song before and it DEFINITELY sounded better than your own version.
Where's the originality? Taking lines from literary works? Adding melody but using famous lines? Rhyme without reason? Rage against the dying of the light? Why, that's goddamn brilliant! Brilliant, I tell thee, brilliant! I could just take some lines from Shakespeare's sonnets or Edgar Allan Poe's poems and just add a catchy tune and I could be rich, goddamn rich!
No thanks.
If the direction of local music is headed towards stuff like that, nevermind. Our musicians now would just become performing musicians. To call them artists would be an insult to real artists who have creativity and originality. I'd rather hear original musical works rather than remakes of old songs. Stop riding on the coattails of those who came before you. *cough*Nina*cough*MYMP*cough*
Out.
The past few weeks I've had a gradual change of music taste. Specifically driving music taste.
I know listen to 105.1 (it's mostly jazz, I don't remember the station name). NU 107.5? I rarely, rarely, listen to that station anymore.
Maybe it's because I've gotten sick and tired of their DJs and how annoying they are. Or maybe it's because most of the local music I hear being played aren't as good as the older local songs. Its either I've heard the song before (a remake), or they're trying to sound foreign (Brit accent, Jamaican accent, whatever), or they're using literary prose as lyrics.
Where's the originality? It's like the band decided the best way to get noticed in the music scene would be to take someone else's song and use it for their own. I don't care if you changed the arrangement or what, if it's for a tribute album then it's okay. But if you release it as a single from your own album, no thanks. I've heard that song before and it DEFINITELY sounded better than your own version.
Where's the originality? Taking lines from literary works? Adding melody but using famous lines? Rhyme without reason? Rage against the dying of the light? Why, that's goddamn brilliant! Brilliant, I tell thee, brilliant! I could just take some lines from Shakespeare's sonnets or Edgar Allan Poe's poems and just add a catchy tune and I could be rich, goddamn rich!
No thanks.
If the direction of local music is headed towards stuff like that, nevermind. Our musicians now would just become performing musicians. To call them artists would be an insult to real artists who have creativity and originality. I'd rather hear original musical works rather than remakes of old songs. Stop riding on the coattails of those who came before you. *cough*Nina*cough*MYMP*cough*
Out.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Caffeine, Glorious Caffeine
It all started last Sunday night.
In an attempt to get a nice night's sleep, I decided to play a game of NBA 2K7 on my trusty PS2, and have some green tea. The tea was so good, in fact, that I decided to have another.
That was that and the game was over (I won). Then I lay down on my bed and tried to sleep. This was around 11pm. I tossed. And turned. And tossed and turned. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Midnight. Toss, turn, repeat. Get up for a glass of water, use the loo, toss, turn, repeat.
1am. Same old, same old.
2am. See above.
Finally I think I fell asleep at 3am. Then I woke up at 6:30am for work. The day was going slowly and around 3pm I fell asleep. Fortunately I was just rendering so I didn't really have anything to do. My officemate, Hec, and I decided to go the local Starbucks for a cup of whatever was strong enough to wake us up. Apparently Hec was also feeling sleepy.
Enter the tall Caramel Machiatto double shot. Not bad. Wide awake.
Fast forward to late at night. Still couldn't sleep. Slept earlier than Sunday night, around 1am.
And now here I am. I've downed two cups of cappucino from the vending machine, at separate times. They keep me going but the drain after the initial rush is getting worse.
So how will I stay awake? More coffee, please. Vicious cycle, really.
Out.
In an attempt to get a nice night's sleep, I decided to play a game of NBA 2K7 on my trusty PS2, and have some green tea. The tea was so good, in fact, that I decided to have another.
That was that and the game was over (I won). Then I lay down on my bed and tried to sleep. This was around 11pm. I tossed. And turned. And tossed and turned. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Midnight. Toss, turn, repeat. Get up for a glass of water, use the loo, toss, turn, repeat.
1am. Same old, same old.
2am. See above.
Finally I think I fell asleep at 3am. Then I woke up at 6:30am for work. The day was going slowly and around 3pm I fell asleep. Fortunately I was just rendering so I didn't really have anything to do. My officemate, Hec, and I decided to go the local Starbucks for a cup of whatever was strong enough to wake us up. Apparently Hec was also feeling sleepy.
Enter the tall Caramel Machiatto double shot. Not bad. Wide awake.
Fast forward to late at night. Still couldn't sleep. Slept earlier than Sunday night, around 1am.
And now here I am. I've downed two cups of cappucino from the vending machine, at separate times. They keep me going but the drain after the initial rush is getting worse.
So how will I stay awake? More coffee, please. Vicious cycle, really.
Out.
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