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Who watches you?

After yesterday’s stay at home and veg day, my brothers and I decided to head out and watch “Watchmen”. Yeah, we’re a week late but we figured there’s less people in the theaters so it’ll be more comfy.

Good thing the walkway from our side to SM Marikina’s pretty much done. No more dodging cars along Marcos Highway, just a walk above them, which still looks pretty scary, nonetheless. Oh well, at least it’s much safer, thank God.

The movie was ok. Personally, like most comic/book to movie adaptations, if you haven’t read it, you might have a difficult time figuring out what’s going on. It gets a lot more confusing as the story goes along. I think I started liking it towards the end, and mostly thanks to Rorschach (whose face sometimes reminds me of Clay Aiken in some angles, Clint Eastwood in others, Chuck Norris for most). It was also the little things that I took notice of: Hearing “Everybody wants to rule the world” play in the background in one scene, seeing Andy Warhol personified etc. Loved the music mostly.

Random photos
This actually strikes me as ironic because the kind of faucets they have isn’t exactly helping conserve water.

You press it, it releases water for about 10-15 seconds, which can be too much if you just want to rinse. I’ve seen a lot of people do just that and walk away, leaving the water running for a longer time than they’ve used it. Worse is when someone is behind them and wants to rinse, they actually wait for the water to close before they do the exact same thing.

On the walkway, we can see Libis, Ortigas, Quezon City, Marikina and Antipolo. This one’s Libis.

And this can be found somewhere near our office. Haha, kulit.

P.S. I have neighbors who love videoke sessions on a Sunday… just when 99% of their neighbors need to sleep because of work or school the next day. I wish the barangay council would do something about it, like maybe a total ban?

Party like there’s no tomorrow

Nearly two years ago, when my uncle passed away, I wrote something about funerals and reunions. It was born from an observation of mine, having attended several wakes of various family members in the last four years.

Wakes are, in a twisted sort of way, the best kinds of reunions. First of all, all the people you expect to come — and even those you don’t — will come. Second, there’s always people to talk to, and conversation never runs out. Third, people won’t expect to be fed and are content with coffee and bread. Some even bring food. Fourth, you don’t have to worry about the decor, and some people give you money (does that make me sound crass?). Lastly (and in relation to number one), you’ll see almost all the relatives you haven’t seen in a long time and you’ll all be able to catch up.

The downside? There’s always one person missing from the, er, festivities. And it’s the one person whom people in the gathering have come to pay their respects to.

I’m sorry if it offends you, but it is true. I don’t get to see many of my relatives, but I see them in such occasions, which strikes me as odd because why does it have to be only when someone dies do we get to see each other?

On a somewhat lighter (but not neccessarily better) note, that observation also sparked an idea of having funeral themed parties, courtesy of another uncle of mine. When I voiced my apprehensions, he just said, “Think of it as Halloween but not just on October.”

Right. Oh well, I’ve seen a wedding that had black themes and was held in a cemetery. I guess I should be just glad there’s no actual corpse.

A letter of thanks

A few months ago, my classmate Kat (yep, same nick as mine) and I were talking about the nearly lost art of traditional letter writing. Nowadays, just about the only thing you get via snail mail are bills, notices and things that don’t really make you happy.

In the last three years, I probably have received about less than ten mail (discounting bills): a couple of postcards that I asked for from friends who went abroad, notices for packages I need to pick up at the post office and a letter or two (from Google Adsense that isn’t worth anything now since my account’s closed off; my SSS ID after 145 years of waiting; my Civil Service exam permit… heck nothing interesting at all).

I used to have penpals from the United States via Animerica magazine, and we’d write to each other on a nearly weekly basis. During vacation, I’d write letters to my roommate, my best friend or my former boyfriend, sometimes to this guy I had a crush on. The boys didn’t really write back much, maybe one letter for every five I sent. Still, it was nice to get something from the mail.

Anyway, we decided it would be nice to send each other something via good old fashioned mail. So we (Kat, myself and some other of our classmates from college) exchanged addresses and vowed to send each other something ASAP.

I have yet to do something about this, but recently, Kat posted a meme on her LJ that I decided to do as well.

She hit two birds with one stone here: making something and writing me a letter. Nice! It was also interesting to see her handwriting. I feel that I don’t know how the handwriting of most people I know (at least the ones I met after college anyway) looks like.

I wouldn’t actually call today a bad day, but I was feeling a bit sad earlier on due to some realizations about life and relationships. I felt a bit better when Den reminded me that today was our anniversary (we, along with our friends Allan and Ching celebrate our friendship every 25th of February) and that we’ve been friends for nine years now. I had dinner with my brother, had some ice cream and watched Time Warp, went online and talked to my friends, and I thought, life’s good. Why was I moping earlier?

Then Kat’s letter came and it just made my day.

So I realized that today is a good day after all, and I’m thankful. 🙂

PS. If you want to receive something from me, read this then leave a comment here.

Repost: How to lose weight

Here’s something I wrote last year (or was it two years ago?). A humorous (?) piece on how to lose weight. Take it with a grain of salt and enjoy!

How to Lose Weight (and maybe save some money in the progress)

1. Get a second job. Part time, full time, it’s up to you. Juggle the work schedules between each job. Figure out the commute from one location to another. Watch the pounds melt away!
2. Eat two full meals a day (breakfast and dinner), and Skyflakes only in between.
3. Drink only water, with the occasional coffee (3-in-1) or softdrink. Unless someone says he/she will treat you to a Caramel Macchiato at Starbucks.
4. Walk. Walk to where you need to go. If you live near the office, walk. If the distance is the same as that of RCBC to HSBC, walk. Walk from Buendia to Ayala MRT. If you get tired, stop by one of the food stores along the way and grab a drink of water.
5. On your workdays, sleep eight hours. But it will be cut into a three-hour and four hour sleep, in between your shifts and jobs. The one hour is the one where you fight getting up and repeatedly hit the snooze button.
6. Say goodbye to your social life, because you’re too busy with work. Naturally on your restdays, you’d rather be sleeping.
7. Pray. Pray that you won’t get sick with what you’re doing. Pray that you’ll still have some of your friends even after all the times you never get to see them. Pray that you’ll still have your sanity at the end of each day.

Original post here

I don’t remember why I wrote this though. :p


Yesterday, I tried to go the whole day without uttering a complaint. It wasn’t so bad while I was at work. I don’t really talk much the whole day, glued to my computer as I am, so it was easy to curb whatever bad thing I wanted to say. On messenger, it was also easy because the people I was chatting were all in a good mood. Plus, I noticed that if I don’t complain, they don’t either and vice versa.

However, once I’m outside it gets a lot more difficult not to complain. I don’t really rant much even if I encounter something irritating, but yesterday, somehow I couldn’t help but just say it out. Then again, I wasn’t the only one who was complaining that time…

It is possible to get through the day without complaining, but it takes some work the first time. Besides, I don’t think we can all not complain, as there are things in this world that would naturally irritate us and our instinct is to protest. Still, it would be nice if we could say it nicely.

Then again, sometimes, nothing beats a good rant.

I finally got to indulge in my doughnut cravings last night. I have been wanting to sink my teeth into Krispy Kreme’s original glazed ever since Rain put a Plurk about him eating some. I bought six doughnuts, two of the orginal, maple glazed and blueberry cheesecake so I could share it with my brothers. I figured that when I get home, I could brew a pot of coffee and we could sit and take time to savor it.

Boy, was I wrong. Four out of the six doughnuts were gone in less than twenty minutes. And I didn’t have time to make coffee.

Still, it was fun. I’m still somewhat craving for another doughnut, but I think I’m ready to move on to the next food. Obviously, I love to eat, giving nary a care about weight and all that. There are times when I’m worse than a pregnant lady wanting to eat something elusive or unusual. But that’s just my hunger glands (whatever that is) talking.

Oh, I’m still looking for cannoli.

blogging without obligations
I got this link thanks to Karen over at Plurk. Check out “Blogging Without Obligation. Good read, good idea. It summarizes what I feel about blogging now, and how it’s changed since I started out in 2003. I wrote about it before, and I’ve put the badge up on my sidebar in support of this too.

Happy Saturday!


Today, I resolve not to complain. Or at least, not as much as I normally do.

It's kind of a normal thing to go about my day with something to whine about: work, the people, the slow internet connection, lack of finances, lack of time… without fail (as proved when checking out my chat logs with Drew), there's always something within the day that would elicit a complain from me.

Years ago, I decided to do a weekly post highlighting things that I am thankful about. However, I stopped during the second month or so, until I forgot about it entirely. Remembering that now makes me feel bad because it feels like I haven't been thankful enough for all the blessings I've received daily.

And daily they are. How many of us wake up with the thought that it's going to be another day at work, when in fact we could say "Thank you that I have another day in this life of mine"? How many of us curse the traffic or our fellow commuters when we go work, instead of saying "Thank you that I have a job to go to, that I earn to feed myself, my family and even have some left for a bit of indulgence?"

Even if at the end of the day, we could all say "Thanks" for everything.

My cousin Miel took my thank you posts one step ahead: she created a blog where everyday, she posted everything she was thankful about. Simply titled "Salamat," not only does it show what she did for the day, it shows how even the things we usually consider as normal or our due is something to be thankful about.

I probably won't be able to do it on a daily basis like she does, but I resolve to be more thankful for every day that comes. I know that often it's hard not to just gripe, or to forget about the bad things happening, but I'm not saying that you should. More like, don't let the bad stuff overshadow the things that we shouldn't take for granted, things that can easily be taken from us.

I hope that by checking out Miel's blog, it would inspire you to rethink about things. When you think your life sucks, take a step back and you'll see that there is still something good there.

What are you thankful about?

So I’m on Facebook and…

Oh joy. I finally got to access this. *sigh* New blog, but same old ISP woes. Remind me to call them tomorrow. Or maybe Saturday.

The other day, I was chatting on YM with my friend Armi. She mentioned that she’s been hanging out lately with people from our high school and it brought up a lot of memories for her. Armi and I are from different batches, me being ahead three years or so, but we used to ride the same service to and fro school, plus the fact that her last name is the same as my grandmother’s maiden name sort of brought us together.

One thing led to another until we were talking about people in Facebook and who we’re connected to. I went online and searched for the said people and voila! I added up two former service-mates, my 5th grade adviser (who also happened to be the wife of our service owner, but back then was his girlfriend), a few other classmates and friends.

Going on FB is a lot more fun than being on Friendster, I tell you.

So far, my FB friends is composed mainly of relatives, my highschool friends, my college friends and co-workers. Oh, and my mom 🙂 And it’s like one big bad-ass reunion of sorts. I don’t think I’ve been this privvy to my cousins’ and classmates’ lives in… well, ever.

Good way to unwind after a taxing day at work.