Ice Carvings

for someone who just escaped the 830 to 6 shift because of constricting methods in time and output, here i am typing up this entry somewhere in Makati on a Sunday dusk. Why? Because i have work to do. I just spent 3 consecutive all-nighters finishing up on a research document that should pay off in the form of money and additional contacts -- provided i do right. This was after an intense session of straight editing for another client. I realized that being your own boss also means being your own driver, messenger, secretary and clerk. Not to mention janitor. Anyway, this setup keeps my overhead low and with a few more projects in the next few days, i might just out-earn my previous full time gig. The perks are wonderful as well. I can oversleep, although i have yet to do so with the number of pending projects. I do have unrestricted access to the refrigerator and the cupboard, so breaktimes are always a possibility. Plus, whenever i get angsty, i can always go to the gym. Any time i w

Live in Manila. Despite the helter skelter outside, restless souls like myself braved low fuel and potential barricades to escape for a few hours into the world where spandex-wearing men are considered cool, and spandex-wearing women look cool kicking ass. The show ended pretty earlier than I expected, so this is a rare time that i get to type my thoughts while fresh. I guess the earlier thing is the driving point of my adventure today. Everything was well below my expectations. I’m not blaming wrestling. There might be a few other factors, such as the sad fact that I was seated at the nosebleed section. Of course I tried getting nearer seats but aside from the fact that there were prohibitively expensive, they were also conveniently sold out. Like I mentioned earlier, it was only through the kindness of a benefactor that I was able to go in with my nephew and two sub-10 year nieces who are wrestling nuts in their own right. Throughout the show, i waged a losing war against vertigo and

by sheer luck, i was able to get tickets to tonight's wrestling event at the Coliseum. I can't mention it out of respect to the donor's wishes of course but i'll be spending at least 4 hours shutting my brain down and letting emotion, mob hysteria, and swinging elbows rule my consciousnes. im not a wrestling fan like i used to, nut i can't help buying into the drama that is the WWE. I mean, everybody with elementary schooling should know the outcome of matches 2 minutes into the bell, and that wrestling referees are probably the only people outside this country being paid good money NOT to do their jobs. anyway, i've been selling myself too much over the last few days, and my Freelance love letter has achieved its objective. I'm less worried about getting enough to do and more worried of establishing priorities over the volume of work i have right now. I guess there is some truth in the adage "Believe." No other supporting words are necessary for t

Panic on the streets of QC Panic on the streets of Ortigas I wonder to myself Could life ever be sane again ? The EDSA streets that you slip down I wonder to myself Hopes may rise on the Circle But Honey Pie, you're not safe here So you run down To the safety of the town But there's Panic on the streets of EDSA QC, Pasig, Makati I wonder to myself... Burn down the disco Hang the blessed DJ Because the music that they constantly play IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE Hang the blessed DJ Because the music they constantly play On the EDSA streets that you slip down Provincial towns you jog 'round Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ - with apologies to the Smiths, but nobody understands English geography here I woke up in cold sweat earlier. Nel must have turned off the aircon again. Then, i realized something more pressing... I'm about to suck it all in, and join the wonderful ranks of the Free...lancers. Not for anything, but i guess my wonderful rate has made me unhi

Words like violence Break the silence Come crashing in Into my little world Painful to me Pierce right through me Can’t you understand Oh my little girl All I ever wanted All I ever needed Is here in my arms Words are very unnecessary They can only do harm Vows are spoken To be broken Feelings are intense Words are trivial Pleasures remain So does the pain Words are meaningless And forgettable Enjoy the silence. - Depeche Mode, "Enjoy the Silence" Yesterday was shaping out into a the confines of boring, as i canceled my real appointments, hoped for unexisting ones, then realizing the fuitility, opted to stay home and entrench myself with war movies and some Nachos. I was looking forward to a nice night of badminton, but Nel had to cancel last minute, as she was overwhelmed with work. You've got to take the bitter from the better, so to provide her with some semblance of comfort, i whipped up some battered pork chops, breaded wings, hot and sour soup, and two frosted glas

like the idiot that i am, i separated my last blog into two entries - the missing one being about the ULTRA tragedy. I made a very objective piece and copied it for pasting. Then, i had to paste a Jason Mraz lyric on my earlier entry. like the idiot that i am, i copied the text...and overwrote my stinging diatribe. like the idiot that i am, i lost a very strring piece that i cannot recreate ever again. like the idiot that i am, i did all that for the glory of plagiarizing a stupid song i can't completely like in the first place.

i ran into an recently-old friend via Yahoo Messenger earlier, and she was taken by our previous chat topic that she wholesaledly cut portions of it and posted it on her blog. How a simple conversation blossomed into a full blog topic is beyond me, but i guess i'm missing the big picture. It got me into thinking that this blog experience, while bordering on relative anonymity, is really a vanity showpiece for the select few you honor by giving out your URL or Not. I prefer my blog as it is. While generic most of the time, i leave enough cryptic clues to specific targets so that only they may get the message. - Let's talk about account servicing... and speaking of messages, here's a scenario: Imagine presenting to a client with all aplomb and getting favorable reactions (like you caught the normally reserved client on a good day). You even go so far as to have the client sign an MOA. Inexplicably, you let a week (not a weekend) pass without getting back to the client...not e

i just got tagged by Kai, who despite her no-nonsense approach to food, and her straight-shooting ways, occasionally dabbles with forwarded messages. For the love of God, why? Examples include a warning that Coke can erode your teeth and that plastics in microwaves are cancerous, so i guess it only proves that nobody's perfect. Anyway, i was a bit surprised with this topic, mainly because i definitely have more than 10 quirks. Plus, i don't do much blog-hopping, so it's a problem for me to tag someone else. On a side note, any email message that starts with FWD: FWD: FWD: FWD: FWD: FWD: This is funny!! might really be funny, but not worth the number of FWDs you see. Anyway, here's my list: As homage to Kai, i'll put a food-related entry as number one: 1. I cannot put any condiment on my main plate, unless it's mixed with the rice or food i'm eating. You know the usual routine where you put ketchup or soy sauce on the upper left or upper right side of your p

hurray! my PC has been resurrected from the dead. “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” He chortled in his joy. - Lewis Carroll, "Jabberwocky" i can never thank rene and nel enough for this. Rene is a genius, putting back my PC after i blew it apart trying to find what's wrong. He was able to isolate the problem -- which would cost me around P4,500 bucks. This guy is amazing - he can troubleshoot a PC over the phone and tell me what to do and what to look for. And all for the cost of 4 bottles of Red Horse and an old Gilbey's Gin i stowed away from a previous adventure. Of course, Nel played an equally important role. She approved my plea for help, opened up the skies, and coughed up the dough so i can have a new 17" monitor. and now i can blog without straining my eyes... the better part, having fixed my "image" problem, the missing RAM (which i mentioned a few blogs ago) resurfaced, and