Ice Carvings

of all the dumb luck, my PC gave up on me again. 2 nights ago while i trying to get some software for the iPOD i borrowed from my nephew. did all the classic troubleshooting like taking the PC apart and putting it back together, and the monitor still played dead. imagine my worst case scenario: being at home with nothing to do (since going freelance, there are days when i have nothing to do), and the only comfort aside from rewatching DVDs is the PC - where i can surf, chat, check email, blog, download or play RPGs (just final fantasy VIII, no online stuff). and now that has been taken from me, albeit temporary. so im now sitting in this stupid internet cafe, using a dominant casing white PC and trying my best to ignore the 2 youngsters next to me playing an online RPG against each other and doing play-by-play commentary while at it. I'm fighting a losing battle. . . Boredom is not the issue here. It's the feeling of helplessness that comes when the machine breaks down. Even th

really.. somebody wake me up when january ends...i'm still in a daze of the things i learn about. i'm not going to be stupid enough to mention all (or even some) of the things i found out. if this is going to be the trend for me the whole year, i'm in deep trouble... but in the context of trouble that Harry Potter loves facing, as long as he can count on his invisibility cloak and the assistance of Hermione and Ronald. A year ago, a few months ago, or even 4 or 5 weeks ago, the world was round for me. Now, i'm not sure. Last year, the Kings were racking up a winning season. A lot of my beliefs have been challenged, a lot of words have flattered me silly, and a lot of things have conspired to bring me to a realization that my life is not up to me. silly me. of course it's not. anyway, in these crossroads, i reminded myself of a very astute quotation: "In the fight between you vs. the world, back the world." Which makes sense. So i just go with the flow. Som

'told you it'll be an interesting day... i went to one of the holiest shrines of my life, and i came to check out for a possible job opening. My afternoon schedule took me the studio where Solar Sports Desk and NBA Jam is shot. And i got to see everything needed to see. It was such an experience that i'm posting my pics. Of course i had pictures taken! What's a camera phone for if not for these occasions? Yeah, i auditioned for a spot as a sports writer. and why wouldn't i? it's like getting paid to do the things that will get me fired somewhere else... like browsing the internet for scores, checking the mvp race, and stuffing the All-Star ballot box with Kings players. Anyway, i came in early (i seem to be doing that a lot these days) and was handled by Noel, the Executive Producer. They were all a friendly bunch and were blunt enough to tell me beforehand in my invite email that there are no openings for now, but they are keeping tabs just in case. I got to me

for a guy who hasn't got a day job, i'm pretty busy... the events management company i put some time into suddenly gave me more than what i bargained for. I thought was gonna help with the brainstorming and typing part, but the last two days found yours truly helping out with the actual pitches to the client. and boy, did i miss that! not only did i miss pitching to clients, but not having the pressure of somebody breathing down your neck waiting to pounce on you for any mistake. ha. such is life in a northern town... then, i have three job interviews the next three days, including my dream job of being a sports writer, a 2nd interview on monday, and an out of town ocular on tuesday. it's a hailstorm of blessings i guess, and it was almost too late for me to notice due to my insistence of worrying about supposed problems. my present situation is not a problem, but a minor inconvenience that will easily be buried by the sands of time, especially when properly mixed with ceme

two antennas met on the roof, fell in love, and decided to get hitched. the marriage wasn't much, but the reception was fantastic.

it's a bit weird going to the office when you've recently quit in disgust. understandably, you'll have to turn over a few items if you hope to get your last paycheck. Perform this last social service, and you get to escape the prison with your money and your honor intact. as soon as i stepped inside, i felt like a ghost gliding through the hallway. The feeling is you're not alive, but then you're not quite dead as well. Everything you do, including intereacting with your former officemates, is not the same. They see the glass eyes inside those hollow sockets in your skull. And the things you must do, you do them half-heartedly (in my case non-heartedly). Strangely, though, you bear no grudges..only longing for the relief when finally done. - interesting day today. . . i got an unauthorized phone call from someone i thought was dead - figuratively speaking of course. expectedly, i toyed with my phone but never considered answering the call. i recognized the number an

The fun part was over, showing the sad little man the door, even if i was the one who went through it. Now the funner part of getting a new job is all over my brain. I am not afraid of plunging headfirst into the market, even if a few stumbling blocks surfaced to my head as i spent the last few nights thinking about my options. What options??? 1. First, i might have a stellar resume, but i do also have mounds of experience. I write at least five previous jobs and as many previous positions. While that may be a boon for most, some narrow-minded HRs may be wary and red flag my application by saying "he bounces around jobs too much." This is a classic argument. On one hand, it's like the NBA journeyman. He has the skills and the touch, but he always seems to float around teams, being signed at the last moment. On the other, i have a "wealth of experience." It's something you can't get stuck in one office for 5 or more years. The reality is out there, and i&

like everything else before, i spoke too soon again. my last blog was all about me detailing my feng shui experience. i guess it was fortunate i didn't buy them crystals yet or have that ancient aluminum painting of four horses (apolocalypse, perhaps?) commandeered from my parents' house. i quit my job early this morning. yep, let me state the obvious here again. i quit. i didn't get fired. it was a routine tongue lashing from that patriarch former boss of mine. after spending countless hours preparing for the corplan session we had yesterday (which includes doing my presentation and his, plus analyzing the rest of everybody else's), i decided to skip a meeting early this morning for the simple reason that: 1. i have nothing to do with the agenda. 2. with all the attendees (around 30+), and my present office door removed a few months ago, i felt there was no way i could work on my report. turns out that despite common sense, my presence was needed by this man. not for a

The eminent physicist Neils Bohr was once said to have hung a horsehoe on his cabin door. A colleague who happened to visit asked him if he, a man of science, believed in that superstition. Bohr supposedly replied that he understood that the horseshoe will bring luck, whether you believe or not... So it was with me just last tuesday. when our new office was subjected to the wit and wisdom of a geomancer. my boss is hardcore believer in Feng Shui, and prior to our moving in, he asked the services of a well-known Geo' to check the spots. The Year of the Fire Dog is approaching, and well, we're bidding goodbye to the year of the rooster, with all its relative cockups, and what could be better than to have your office Fire Dog friendly? personally, my hyperactive imagination would've preferred a visit from a Necromancer - you know a Lord of the Rings type character. Imagine you and your officemates gathered round when the 'mancer suddenly whips out a wand (or something like

now on its 3rd day, i haven't had a smoke since Dec 31 2005, 11:45 pm. it's easier than i think it should be, although i look stupid after eating meals just standing there and doing nothing when i used to have a fag between my fingers and inhaling carelessly. steph asked me if my resolution meant that i'll only smoke while drinking. I replied, no, this is totality. And he seemed genuinely impressed - until he turned around and i swore i heard chuckling noises. i once read how a cocaine addict could will himself to give up smoking but not coke. i guess i take comfort in the fact that this is much easier done than feared. yeah, i should be talking...it's only been three days. so the hell with it, i'll work out tomorrow morning and play basketball at night.