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Others want it hard, others semi-hard. A few have it poached from them. The rest wants the freakin’ cacophony of an omelette. As for me, I want it sunny side up – life, that is.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Hongkyutkyut ng mga bebes!

Pero ano nga kaya ang pinag-uusapan nila?


First saw this video from Brian Gorrell's blog.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Photography 1 - Office Chapel

Dahil hindi natuloy ang photowalk ko sa Antipolo, magpo-post na lang ako ng photos I took via my archaic Canon Ixus 980is. Believe it or not, may chapel kami sa loob ng building namin. And I'm in-charge with the first Friday mass every month. Ako na ang religious. Choz!

Chuni Lee, as promised, please see below. For your comments/approval please. Extra Choz!

St. Philip Neri's reliquary

I have a penchant for religious artifacts, obviously.

I love stained glass windows. Churches without stained
glass windows depress the hell out of me.

I don't know what the greenish flowers are but they're just lovely.

Bathroom Session 3 - The Last Time

Session 1 - Basta't Kasama Kita
Session 2 - Ako'y Sa 'Yo

Eto na naman ako, mambuburaot ng mga tenga ng mga tao. This time, I tried recording sa iPod Nano. As it turned out, mas okay pala magrecord ng boses dun compared kung sa phone lang.

Btw, The Last Time is my all-time favorite wedding song. I have no plans of getting married someday, but kung pipilitin ako, dapat nasa repertoire ito. Sabi ko din dati, kapag may kumanta nito sa kin, kami na, automatic. Choz!

My apologies if I wasn't able to give justice to the song. Pagbubutihan ko next time. Extra choz!

(Medyo malakas 'to. hehe)

Eric Benet

The first time I fell in love was long ago.
I didn't know how to give my love at all.
The next time I settled for what felt so close.
But without romance, you're never gonna fall.
After everything I've learned;
Now it's finally my turn.
This is the last time I'll fall in love.

Now don't hold back, just let me know.
Could i be moving much too fast or way too slow.
'Cause all of my life, I've waited for this day.
To find that once in a lifetime, this is it, I'll never be the same.
You'll never know what it's taken me to say these words.
And now that I've said them, they could never be enough.
As far as I can see, there's only you and only me.

This is the last time I'll fall in love.
Last time i'll fall in love.
The last time i'll fall in love.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Fuck my life.

Due to some unforeseen event, my photowalk won’t push through tomorrow. I have to report to the office and receive/edit/sign some goddamn documents.

My work-life balance is tilting more to work, work, work and I feel so helpless.

Fuck my life.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Switch off your lights for Earth Hour and beyond!

Guys, please switch off your lights in observance of the Earth Hour on Saturday (March 26), from 8:30 to 9:30 pm. More importantly, let's try to go beyond the hour in terms of being aware of our daily concerns (food, transport, energy, housing, etc.) that highly hasten the degradation of our environment.

Cheers to a more sustainable earth!

(I made this for an office e-blast)

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Stefano Langone - If You Don't Know Me By Now

I just love this guy. He reminds me of Elliott Yamin. The better looking version (sorry Elliott, but I still love you!).

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Happy birthday to me!

Kahit alam kong dahil kay Facebook kaya marami bumati sa kin this year, nakaka-overwhelm pa din.

Happy birthday to me! Parang baliw lang. Hahahahaha!

Wala bang birthday sex jan? Choz!

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Bathroom Session 2 - Ako'y Sa 'Yo

Session 1 - Basta't Kasama Kita
Session 3 - The Last Time

At upang patunayan kay Redlan na kaladkarin nga ako, ako ay nagrecord ulit. Choz!

Ako'y Sa' Yo
Ikaw na ang may sabi

Na ako'y mahal mo rin.

At sinabi mong ang pag-ibig mo'y

Di magbabago.

Ngunit bakit sa tuwing ako'y lumalapit

Ika'y lumalayo.

Puso'y laging nasasaktan

Pag may kasama kang iba

Di ba nila alam

Tayo'y nagsumpaan

Na ako'y sa'yo at ika'y akin lamang

Kahit ano ang mangyari

Pag-ibig ko'y sa'yo pa rin

At kahit ano pa ang sabihin nila'y

Ikaw pa rin ang mahal.

Maghihintay ako kahit kailan

Kahit na umabot pang ako'y nasa

langit na.

At kung di ka nakita,

Makikiusap kay Bathala

Na ika'y hanapin, at sabihin

Ipaalala sa iyo ang nakalimutang sumpaan

Na ako'y sa'yo at ika'y akin lamang.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Bathroom Session 1 - Basta't Kasama Kita

Dahil nainggit ako kay Desperate Houseboy at My Bleeding Angel, ako ay nagrecord habang naliligo.

Bawal ang negative comments!


Declaration of Romantic Intent Form

Oo, ikaw. Paki-fill out ang form and submit ASAP for my approval.


Photo from Poi.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

[LSS] Animal - Neon Trees

by Neon Trees

Here we go again
I kinda wanna be more than friends
So take it easy on me
I'm afraid you're never satisfied.

Here we go again
We're sick like animals
We play pretend
You're just a cannibal

And I'm afraid I wont get out alive
No I won't sleep tonight

Oh, oh
I want some more
Oh, oh
What are you waitin' for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight
Oh oh
I want some more
Oh oh
What are you waitin' for?
What are you waitin' for?
Say goodbye to my heart tonight

Here we are again
I feel the chemicals kickin' in
It's gettin' heavier
I wanna run and hide
I wanna run and hide

I do it every time
You're killin' me now
And I won't be denied by you
The animal inside of you

Oh, oh
I want some more
Oh, oh
What are you waitin' for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight.
Oh oh
I want some more
Oh oh
What are you waitin' for?
What are you waitin' for?
Say goodbye to my heart tonight

Hush, hush
The world is quiet
Hush, hush
We both can't fight it
It's us that made this mess
Why can't you understand?
Whoa, I won't sleep tonight

I wont sleep tonight

Here we go again
Here we go again
Here we go again

Oh, oh
I want some more
Oh, oh
What are you waitin' for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight.
Oh oh
I want some more
Oh oh
What are you waitin' for?
What are you waitin' for?
Say goodbye to my heart tonight.

Oh, oh
I want some more
Oh, oh
What are you waitin' for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight.
Oh oh
I want some more
Oh oh
What are you waitin' for?
What are you waitin' for?
Say goodbye to my heart tonight.

Oh, oh
I want some more
Oh, oh
What are you waitin' for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight.
Oh oh
I want some more
Oh oh
What are you waitin' for?
What are you waitin' for?
Say goodbye to my heart tonight.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Philippines on Tsunami Alert!

Guys, ingat kayo ha. God bless you all.

(Reuters) - The biggest earthquake to hit Japan in 140 years struck the northeast coast on Friday, triggering a 10-meter tsunami that swept away everything in its path, including houses, cars and farm buildings on fire, media and witnesses said.

At least one person was killed in Fukushima prefecture, north of Tokyo where four million homes were without power. The 8.9 magnitude quake caused many injuries, public broadcaster NHK said, sparked fires and the wall of water, prompting warnings to people to move to higher ground in coastal areas.

The Philippines, Taiwan and Indonesia all issued tsunami alerts, reviving memories of the giant tsunami which struck Asia in 2004. The Pacific Tsunami Warning Center issued alerts for countries as far away as Colombia and Peru.

There were several strong aftershocks. In the capital Tokyo, buildings shook violently. An oil refinery near Tokyo was on fire, with dozens of storage tanks under threat.

"I was terrified and I'm still frightened," said Hidekatsu Hata, 36, manager of a Chinese noodle restaurant in Tokyo's Akasaka area. "I've never experienced such a big quake before."

TV pictures showed the tsunami carrying the debris and fires across a large swathe of coastal farmland near the city of Sendai, which has a population of one million. The pictures suggested the death toll was going to rise.

NHK showed flames and black smoke billowing from a building in Odaiba, a Tokyo suburb, and bullet trains to the north of the country were halted.

Black smoke was also pouring out of an industrial area in Yokohama's Isogo area. TV footage showed boats, cars and trucks floating in water after a small tsunami hit the town of Kamaichi in northern Japan. An overpass, location unknown, appeared to have collapsed into the water.

Kyodo news agency said there were reports of fires in Sendai where waves carried cars across the runway at the airport.

The western prefecture of Wakayama ordered 20,000 people to evacuate after further tsunami warnings.

"The building shook for what seemed a long time and many people in the newsroom grabbed their helmets and some got under their desks," Reuters correspondent Linda Sieg said in Tokyo.

"It was probably the worst I have felt since I came to Japan more than 20 years ago."


The quake was the biggest in 140 years. It surpasses the Great Kanto quake of September 1, 1923, which had a magnitude of 7.9, killed more than 140,000 people in the Tokyo area. Seismologists had said another such quake could strike the city any time. The 1995 Kobe quake caused $100 billion in damage and was the most expensive natural disaster in history. Economic damage from the 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami was estimated at about $10 billion.

The Tokyo stock market extended losses after the quake. The central bank said it would do everything to ensure financial stability.

Passengers on a subway line in Tokyo screamed and grabbed other passengers' hands during the quake. The shaking was so bad it was hard to stand, said Reuters reporter Mariko Katsumura.

Hundreds of office workers and shoppers spilled into Hitotsugi street, a shopping street in Akasaka in downtown Tokyo.

Household goods ranging from toilet paper to clingfilm were flung into the street from outdoor shelves in front of a drugstore.

Crowds gathered in front of televisions in a shop next to the drugstore for details. After the shaking from the first quake subsided, crowds were watching and pointing to construction cranes on an office building up the street with voices saying, "They're still shaking!," "Are they going to fall?"

Asagi Machida, 27, a web designer in Tokyo, sprinted from a coffee shop when the quake hit.

"The images from the New Zealand earthquake are still fresh in my mind so I was really scared. I couldn't believe such a big earthquake was happening in Tokyo."

The U.S. Geological Survey earlier verified a magnitude of 7.9 at a depth of 15.1 miles and located the quake 81 miles east of Sendai, on the main island of Honshu. It later upgraded it to 8.9.

A police car drove down Hitotsugi Street, lights flashing, announcing through a bullhorn that there was still a danger of shaking.

Japan's northeast Pacific coast, called Sanriku, has suffered from quakes and tsunamis in the past and a 7.2 quake struck on Wednesday. In 1933, a magnitude 8.1 quake in the area killed more than 3,000 people. Last year fishing facilities were damaged after by a tsunami caused by a strong tremor in Chile.

Earthquakes are common in Japan, one of the world's most seismically active areas. The country accounts for about 20 percent of the world's earthquakes of magnitude 6 or greater.

(Writing by Nick Macfie; Tokyo bureau and Asia Desk, Editing by Dean Yates; Singapore)

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Proposed DOT Slogans

May nabasa akong email regarding proposed slogans ng Department of Torohan (DOT) which will replace "Pilipinas kay Ganda!" Ako, bet ko ang number 8. Whatchutink?

Take your pick:

1.     “Boom Boom Mayon! Bye Bye Albay.”

2.     “Bohol: Go To Hill!”

3.     “Bakat Sa Mabalacat.”

4.     “Be Cool, Bicol!”

5.     “Make Roro To Mindoro!”

6.     “Haller, Baler!”

7.    “San Juan, Juan-derful!”

8.     “Pinas, Ganda Mo Teh!”

9.     “Cubao. Bow.”

10.   “Maganda Raw, Sa Tuguegarao.”

11.   “Mag Masbate Araw-Araw!”

12.   “Sa Pandacan, Big Time Ka!”

13.   “Thanks For Coming, Camiguin!”

14.   “PH OK! PH OK!”  - panalo to hehe

15.   “Tata Tete Titi Toto Tutuban!”

16.   “Make A Baby in Macabebe!”

17.   “Virac, You Rock!”

18.   “Kamuning Get Me!”

19.   “Bongga Ka Day, Sa Norzagaray!”

20.   “In Na In Sa Philippine.”

21.   “Hanap Mo Ba Maluwag, Halina Sa Laoag!”

22.   “Go Gaga In Naga!”

23.   “Quezon In The Zone.”

24.   “Vigan, Punta Na KaiVigan!”

25.   “Kung Ikaw Ay Pagod, Gulong Mo Ay Pudpod…Pagudpod!”

26.   “Babaeng Balbon, Marami Sa Malabon!”

27.   “Better Leyte Than Never!”

28.   “Ang Lupet Ng Calumpit!”

29.   “Boracay, You Sexy Beach!”

30.   “We Fly High In Capiz!”

31.   “Whee! Tawi-Tawi!”

32.   “Tikman Ang Kalinga Ng Kalinga.”

33.   “Walang Aayaw Sa Apayao.”

34.   “A Long Long Time Agoo.”

35.   “Maliit Navotas, Lumalaki!”

36.   “Bulacan CAN!”

37.   “Maraming Gig Sa Taguig!”

38.   “Be Happy And Gay At Baclaran!”

39.   “El Nido. It’s Everybody’s Milk!”

40.   “It’s Not A Summer Vacation, Unless It’s A Samar Vacation!”

41.   “Kamias: May Asim Pa!”

42.   “Bagong Antique!”

43.   “Sa Marinduque, Malalaki Ang Pu…so.”

44.   “EoW pFouHWz, pHFiLiPPeEnZZ!”

Tuesday, March 8, 2011


Napapagod na ko sa trabaho ko. Gusto ko na sumigaw ng:

In place of a Dark Lord, you will have a Queen. Not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn, treacherous as the sea, stronger than the foundations of the earth!

All shall love me and despair!

Sunday, March 6, 2011

I love Sam Tsui!

Gusto ko sya ma-rape one day. Pupunta ako ng Yale para gahasain sya. Then magpapakasal kami and have two wonderful kids and we'll have a house with white picket fences. Simple lang naman pangarap ko sa buhay.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Date a guy who reads. And writes. Period.

I read an interesting post from Rosemarie’s blog. Apparently, it’s her response to a blog post written by Charles. Ang masasabi ko kay Charles, hindi na ko magbabasa ever kapag naging kami (assuming na wafu sya, that is). Nyahahaha!

Entry below from Rosemarie.


Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

Entry below from Charles.


Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi, and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale, or the evenings get long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.

Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.

Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail, frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return, or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.

Do those things, god damnit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent as a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, god damnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.

Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.

Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the cafĂ©, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you

PS: I got the links from Aleph.
Original photo taken here.