Cat Reposted

Reposted due to tech issues: My unnamed cat is dead.

She was brought to the house by my brother Arjay as a gift on my birthday, October 22 ’09, and then she died yesterday November 16 ’09. My father said it was Dagul’s (dog) fault, he kept on teasing her, biting her until she can’t take it anymore, she died of exhaustion! Waaaahhh.. What a stupid death. I can’t believe I lost her like that, they should have taken her to my Inay’s house to be well taken cared of. Below are our pictures, that lazy cat, I miss her so much. Dagul's pictures with Willy are also included.

One Hundred Years of Solitude

Rating:	★★★
Category:	Books
Genre:	Literature & Fiction
Author:	Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Quoting Jonathan Bate of Sunday Telegraph

THE New York Times described Gabriel García Márquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967) as "the first piece of literature since the Book of Genesis that should be required reading for the entire human race." This is the most ludicrous gesture of literary hype I have ever encountered. Required reading? The book is so in love with its own cleverness that it is profoundly unreadable. It is generally credited with inaugurating the genre of "magic realism" novels which combine the matter-of-fact narrative style of conventional realistic fiction with fantastic nonsense such as levitation and alchemy. García Márquez is at his most characteristic when a woman ascends to heaven whilst hanging her washing out on the line. Other ingredients of magic realism include gypsies, tarts with hearts, dwarves, tricksters and a cast so large and confusing that you need a family tree to keep track of the plot. Márquez and his followers are sophisticated urban intellectuals who feign reverence for the simple wisdom of peasants. Myth, fairytale and folklore are wonderful things in themselves, but it is preposterous to imagine that mingling them with domestic mundanity will somehow puncture the bourgeois complacency of our time.

Let us hope that One Hundred Years of Solitude will not generate one hundred years of overwritten, overlong, overrated novels. Enough that it has already inspired such excrescences as Angela Carter's Nights at the Circus and Salman Rushdie's Midnight's Children.

1999 © Telegraph Group Limited

+++ I havent finished the book yet, two more chapters to go. The review above says exactly what I feel about the book. Although, I did enjoy his narrative style in the beginning, it's like my grandmother telling a tale with no end nor purpose, until I fall asleep. I do believe that there is a political side to this novel, the portrayal of murder of the workers, and capitalism's form of repression, but I havent read any victory of the lower class yet, or the Buendia Family, or maybe, they are bound to be losers anyways.

'Love in the Time of Cholera' is a different story though, i'll give it a 5. Happy!

Final Week of November 2009

I spent almost the whole week doing errands for the new NGO that I just recently joined – Unang Hakbang Foundation. For four days of working with Ate Merli, Mark, Mylene, and Ma’am Olie, I have observed the great differences between my past job (Call Center) and this new challenge. In this kind of job, work and life is the same, whereas in most jobs, work is separated from ‘life/ social life’.

I haven’t done much this week for the NGO though. I only updated the books of accounts, explored the two learning centers here in Mandaluyong, chatted with my colleagues, tried to adapt to this new type of work environment. I also watched them bake cookies for the fair, and being a lover of anything sweet, i can say that it’s really worth it buying those chewy cookies! They sell it for Php15/ cookie, in case you have some orders, they can definitely do it for you. In the future, I might be able to help bake the cookies, for now, I’m just an onlooker. The beneficiaries of UHF are also doing calendars for 2010 for sale on next month’s Bazaar. Below are pix of the cookies:

Then come weekend, a long weekend, Willy invited us for an impromptu visit to Baguio.

Meeting Mayeth Once Again

Yesterday, after more than a year or two I guess na hindi kame nagkita ni Mayeth, at last we were able to organize this meeting. Coming from Makati, I rushed to see her at Trinoma, we had coffee at McDo kase mura, and then continued the chika at Gilligan's with my hubby Willy and brother Arjay. Dahil ang daming updates about each other's life, work, etc, halos mamalat ako before we parted. See our pictures below:

This is my brother - Arjay.

Willy and Arjay.

Sila ulet.

Long haired Mayeth and me!

Senglot na?

That's it, we are actually planning for a CNS Reunion. Maybe December or sa anniv ng CNS sa January? Let's see how it goes. Cheers!

An Old Poem

While I’m packing my things as I will leave Mandaluyong for maybe three weeks to go back home for a while, I came across a piece of paper with an old poem I wrote years ago, way back in college. The date is 13/October/2005. Here it is:

MOCK ME NOW

Once,
When idealism
Have evaded my thought
I have struggled
To free myself
To soar high into
Utopian thinking
Brushing away the
Naked truth
Of absurd ugliness
Of the material.

Then,
Here they come: comrades
Prophesying truths
Unmasking demi-god’s reign
The larger prison
That have enveloped us
So long.

They come abducting
Enlightening,
Taking.

Until,
Juveniles weak in strength
Come and go
Swayed and stayed.

Still, history moves
Forward with them
Objectively
Subjectively.

I once
Told you this:
“I’m afraid that
I will once again
Recreate a world
Of my own,
Estranged
Divorced
From the
Red connection. +++

Ridiculous, isn’t it?

A Social Ritual

Last Saturday, we were invited to watch a concert organized by Ate Joan Basirgo – a long time friend since college, composer and musician, mentor when it comes to music and is like a sister to me. We went there after a day of sleeping and just bumming inside the house, after hours of indecision on what we should do that night. I know we were ‘destined’ to be there that night and my eagerness to see Ate Joan of course after months that I have no news of her made it happen. I am so glad to see her, cant help but muse over the old days, Katipunan/ Proj 4 moments, with the Chinese nuns (Catholic), the singing and lunching together and the solitary garden at the back of that old house.

The host of the concert is Hillcrest Family Life Organization – a Baptist church headed by Rev. Reuel Tica, and for more than an hour, we were entertained by the ‘Gracenotes’ – teenage group/ choir of six members – including Hans – Ate Joan’s hubby :-D (to avoid confusion, Ate Joan is not a cradle snatcher, so Hans is older than the teenage songers.

I don’t have any inhibitions about Ate Joan inviting me over to hear some music, it’s also one of my passions, she is a witness to that, but the complexity comes when we talk about religion. Although, the Reverend is very much welcoming, very friendly and doesn’t sound like preaching dogmatically, I still cannot take off my head that I am surrounded by believers! And I hate to be rude by telling them that I do not believe, actually they are not even asking about it. I am also uncertain if the reverend whom we had a great conversation and who walked us around the house telling stories about the ministry already assumed that we, indeed are believers, well, Willy do believe, and he understand the unspoken war within me at that time. I fear that I have totally lost my faith. Am I chronically detached from that Supreme Being you call God?

Anyways, I sincerely appreciate what happened that night, those young singers with dreamy eyes, the community (almost ideal) that the reverend is starting to build, the friendship among the members of the community, and one thing that is worth mentioning here, the old man that the church adopted – everything about them seemed morally idyllic, if that’s the kind of community those ‘believers’ want to achieve, why not believe in God?

This Wednesday (Oct 14), we might watch the ‘Gracenotes’ again, and we’ll wish them luck on their tour to Hong Kong.

By the way, yesterday, I learned from Jane that Kuya Ronald David (a friend from college) is dead due to Meningitis – such a short life, he’s just two years older than me, once a very gentle creature, very kind, what else can I say? Sigh..

P.S. Exam Day. I went to Ninoy Aquino Parks and Wildlife RC alone (‘-,’)

Three Years in Call Center Industry

Its been less than three years that I have worked in the call center industry, it started November 2006 with Incoho Philippines Inc, and ended on October 2009 at 24/7 Customer Phils. Three years of precious experiences with friends, colleagues, acquaintances and bosses, bits and pieces that I have learned from all of them, from every situation I dealt with, and now I’m writing this at least to summarize what have happened.

It took me three years to realize what it is that I really want in my life, and working in this Industry have helped me land on that insight. Well, honestly, I cannot say this applies to everybody, but when you are earning money and you don’t have any vision of your future, its either you waste money on some luxuries and vices and just live for the present. This kind of attitude went on for nearly two years, together with friends who basically have the same mindset as me way back then, I love them all, to mention Robe and Jamela and Irisk of course, and Brenda. And I know that all of us will take different journeys, diverse struggles and escapades, and we will all survive. And we will always be friends. Until now, I feel a bit homesick remembering what we’ve shared during Incoho Days.

I decided to leave Incoho because I want a dayshift job, with almost the same pay. And I landed on an Australian Acct – Optus CS, an agent, I was part of the team I was with since training, including my Team Leader – Rez Santos. It was fun, but I admit, it’s a bit stressful, comparing this with the job that I handled in Incoho (well, thanks to the caring supervision of Sir Dino at Incoho). I had some challenges in 24/7, but sooner I was able to resolve it with the help of my TL, and I finally esteemed all my teammates. This company can give real party if an occasion is to be celebrated, Halloween, Xmas Party and Anniversary, name them, I enjoyed them all. After a year, I was promoted to be a SME (Subject Matter Expert).

And yesterday, October 06, 2009, it all ended. It felt like I’m stepping into another era of hopeful visions for my future and I just can’t help but wonder, what lies ahead might be bleak, but for sure it’ll lead me to a path of guided certainty.

Baguio Mode

Avilon Zoo Montalban

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Suicide Mode

I am not on suicide mode, I just passed through this quote while reading a book: Interesting..

"The fear a man walking along a cliff experiences is not that he might lose his balance and fall, but he might jump – that he sees how in one moment he could choose such an action." -Sartre

Batanga's Laiya Beach Mar 21-22

Supposedly Subic ang larga with Jamela but then, mas magaganda daw beach sa Batangas.

Repost Mula kay Ape Daga

Got this post from April's site. Tsk tsk, di pa rin kumukupas ang mga linya ni April, bitter but sweet. Ah, para to sa mga masukista. At sa mga mahilig sa espontanyong ligaya:

Bakit hinayaang umusbong ang di napapanahong interes sa isang ispiritung ilang beses mo lang nakasalamuha? Ndi kailngan ng salita. O ng pang-unawa. Ipakita ang nararamdaman, bigla na lang naintindihan. Ligaya. . aspetong mahirap iexplika. Basta andun na lang. Kumapit ka lang. At mararamdaman. Ang kakaibang tamis. Likha man ng alak na nakalalasing ng katawan at isipan, ndi maikakailangang my namuong unawaan. Saksi ang paligid, manalamin ka.

City of Angels - Memorable Lines

I was in love with this film the first time I saw it. And I fell in love again last Sunday. The ending was tragic, and yes, Seth was too late. But who knows? =P

Susan: What good would wings be if you couldn't feel the wind on your face?

Maggie Rice: I'm not afraid. When they ask me what I liked best, I'll tell them, it was you.

Maggie Rice: Those eyes. The way he looked... right down into me.

Cassiel: To smell the air.
Seth: Taste water.
Cassiel: Read a newspaper.
Seth: To lie.
Cassiel: Through your teeth.
Cassiel: To feed the dog.
Seth: Touch her hair.
Cassiel: What are you waiting for?

Maggie Rice: I wait all day, just hoping for one more minute with you, and I don't even know you.

Seth: I came to take Mr. Balford... and I saw you. I couldn't take my eyes off you. How you fought for him. And you looked right at me... like I was a man.

Seth: I was there in the stairwell... when you cried for your patient. And I touched you. Why are you doing this? Because I'm in love with you.

Maggie Rice: I don't understand a God who would let us meet, if we could never be together.

Seth: I fell.
Ann: Evidently. Off a train?
Seth: I fell in love. Please help me find her.

Maggie Rice: Do you feel that?
Seth: Yes.
Maggie Rice: And that? How's it feel? Tell me what it feels like.
Seth: I can't.
Maggie Rice: Try.
Seth: Warm. Aching.
Maggie Rice: It's okay. We fit together.
Seth: I know.
Maggie Rice: We were made to fit together.

Seth: Am I too late?
Maggie Rice: Too late?
Seth: Jordan?
Maggie Rice: I couldn't marry Jordan. I'm in love with you.

Seth: I always asked the dying what they liked best about living. Wrote it down in my book. This is it. This is what I like best.

Maggie Rice: We have our whole lives together. You and me. Mr. and Mrs. Plate.

Seth: To touch you... and to feel you. To be able to hold your hand right now. You know what that means? Do you know how much I love you?

Seth: You're a good doctor.
Maggie: How do you know?
Seth: I have a feeling.
Maggie: Yeah, well that's pretty flimsy evidence.
Seth: Close your eyes. Just for a second... what am I doing?
Maggie: You're... touching me.
Seth: How do you know?
Maggie: Because, I feel it.
Seth: You should trust that. You don't trust it enough.

Seth: Hello Maggie! It's nice to see you again.
Maggie Rice: It's weird to see you again.
Seth: Weird is nice.

Ann: Never date a guy who knows more about your vagina than you do.

Seth: Let's go.
Maggie: Where?
Seth: Anywhere.
Maggie: What'll we do?
Seth: Anything.

Maggie: Something happened in that room. I got this jolt that... something bigger is out there. Something bigger than me, bigger than you. Does that sound crazy?

Maggie: Why do you wear the same clothes all the time? Why won't you give me your phone number? Are you married?
Seth: No.
Maggie: Are you homeless?
Seth: No.
Maggie: Are you a drummer?

Seth: What's that like? What's it taste like? Describe it like Hemingway.
Maggie Rice: Well, it tastes like a pear. You don't know what a pear tastes like?
Seth: I don't know what a pear tastes like to you.
Maggie Rice: Sweet, juicy, soft on your tongue, grainy like a sugary sand that dissolves in your mouth. How's that?
Seth: It's perfect.

Seth: I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One.

Seth: Some things are true whether you believe in them or not.

Maggie: What happened?
Seth: Free will.

Seth: The little girl asked if she could be an angel.
Cassiel: They all want wings.
Seth: I never know what to say.
Cassiel: Tell them the truth. Angels aren't human. We were never human.
Seth: What if I just make her a little pair of wings out of paper?

Seth: Why do people cry?
Maggie: What do you mean?
Seth: I mean... what happens physically?
Maggie: Well... Umm... Tear ducts operate on a normal basis to lubricate and protect the eye and when you have an emotion they overreact and create tears.
Seth: Why? Why do they overreact?
Maggie: [pause] I don't know.
Seth: Maybe... maybe emotion becomes so intense your body just can't contain it. Your mind and your feelings become too powerful... and your body weeps.

Nathaniel Messinger: Seth knows no fear, no pain, no hunger, he hears music in the sunrise. But he'd give it all up, he loves you that much
Maggie Rice: I don't understand
Nathaniel Messinger: He can fall, he can give up eternity and become... one of us, human

Mack Truck driver: Where are you headed?
Seth: Tahoe!
Mack Truck driver: Reno.
Seth: Tahoe!
Mack Truck driver: I'm going to Reno!
Seth: I'm going to Tahoe!
Mack Truck driver: Well, hop in, we'll figure it out when we get there.

Maggie: Are you a visitor? Who are you visiting?
Seth: You.

Nathaniel Messinger: Listen, kid: he gave these bozos the greatest gift in the universe - you think he didn't give it to us, too?
Seth: Which gift?
Nathaniel Messinger: Free will, brother. Free will.

Maggie Rice: We fight for people’s lives, right?
Maggie Rice: Do you ever wonder who it is we're fighting with?

Company Outing 2008 Subic SweetWater Resort

Chronicles of a Love Untold

Zizek on Love

Sometime during college, a friend of mine made me read Zizek's opinion on Love; and today, while browsing, I came across those texts again, here they are:

"For me there is one measure of true love: you can insult the other. Like in that horrible German comedy film from 1943 where Marika Röck treats her fiancé very brutally. This fiancé is a rich, important person, so her father asks her why are you treating him like that. And she gives the right answer. She says: 'But I love him, and since I love him, I can do with him whatever I want.' That's the truth of it. If there is true love, you can say horrible things and anything goes."

Then here's the comment of the blogger who quoted the above texts ~~~

"Possibly Slavoj Žižek is a silly old bachelor like myself."

And now, that friend of mine who showed me those texts remains to be single.

Heres another link about Zizek on Love: https://loganfidler.wordpress.com/

What Zizek said makes sense to me now. Unlike before.

Pagdalaw sa Site ni Teo

Ilang mga partial repost mula sa Blog ni Teo Marasigan nang minsang mapadaan ako:

Header ng Entry na Ramdam ang Kaunlaran?:

“Progress” affects few. Only revolution can affect many. ~~~ Alice Walker

+++++ for a change? Hehe. :-D

Mula sa entry na Krisis the Moment:

[Maganda ang tawag ni Prop. Margarita “Maita” Gomez ng Action for Economic Reforms sa neo-liberal na ekonomiks na itinuturo sa UPSE: autistic. Sa isang banda, insulto ito sa mga may autism, dahil hindi naman sila nakakapinsala sa isang buong sambayanan. Pero tinutukoy nito kung paanong may sariling mundo ang ekonomiks na ito, na kaiba sa mundo ng nakakaraming tao. May sarili itong mga pamantayan ng kaunlaran at pagbuti ng ekonomiya. May sarili itong pag-unawa sa mga suliranin ng bansa, gayundin sa mga solusyon sa mga ito.]

+++++ Nakakatawa dahil madalas naming gamiting magkakaibigan ang salitang AUTISTIC bilang paglalarawan sa mga katrabahong pumapalya sa pakikisama at mga gawi sa loob ng opisina (mean girls!)

Mula sa entry na Ang Birong Bastos ni Borat:

[Hindi ko pa napapanood ang pelikulang “Borat”. Pero ayon sa isang kaibigan, tungkol ito kay Borat, isang Kazakh o mamamayan ng Kazakhstan – isang bansa sa Gitnang Asya – na naglilibot at gumagawa ng mga kalokohan sa Amerika. Naikuwento sa akin ang isang eksena rito, na bukod sa nakakatawa, o dahil nga nakakatawa, ay mainam na pag-isipan dahil may sinasabing makabuluhan hinggil sa gera ng US sa Iraq. Sa isang banda, may mahahalaw ring pagsusuri sa todong gera ng rehimeng Arroyo sa Kaliwa.

Nagpunta si Borat sa Texas, ang estado sa US na pinagmulan ni Pangulong George W. Bush at kilalang balwarte ng konserbatibong patriyotismo ng mga Amerikanong puti. Pumasok siya sa rodeo stadium – kung saan nagpapakitang-gilas sa baril at kabayo ang mga cowboy, na laging puti, na napapanood sa lumang mga pelikula. Sa isip nating mga Pilipino, at marahil ng mga mamamayan ng US at ibang bansa, katumbas ng cowboy sa US ang ninja sa Japan – simbolo ng sinaunang tapang at dangal ng kanilang bansa.

Doon, pumunta siya sa mikropono kung saan kinakanta ang pambansang awit ng US, at binibigkas ang mga anunsiyo para sa mga naroon. Emosyonal si Borat. Sigaw niya: “Ako ay isang Kazakh, pero mahal ko ang Amerika!” Palakpakan ang mga tao. “Mahal ko si George W. Bush!” Palakpakan ang mga tao. “Sinusuportahan ko ang gera ng US sa Iraq!” Palakpakan ang mga tao. “Nawa’y laklakin ni George W. Bush ang dugo ng lahat ng bata, babae at lalakeng Iraqi!” Katahimikan. Natigilan ang mga tao, natigalgal.]

+++++ Clap! Clap! Clap! Mukhang magandang panuorin ang peilkulang Borat. Pangit kase ng title kaya kahit madalas ko makita sa video rentals, kinikeber lang...

Disorder

There are things that I can't explain I chose to feel. And it's scary & risky for you wont know where this feeling is leading you.

Leche. Bwisit. I'm trapped in this shit I prepared for my self.

Afraid + + +

Clocks 'Only Time Will Tell'

Lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
You've put me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead, singing
Come out of things unsaid, shoot an apple off my head and a
Trouble that can't be named, tigers waiting to be tamed, singing
You are, you are

Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks, gonna
Come back and take you home, I could not stop, that you now know, singing
Come out upon my seas, curse missed opportunities, am I
A part of the cure, or am I part of the disease, singing

You are, you are, you are, you are
You are, you are
And nothing else compares
Oh no nothing else compares
And nothing else compares

You are
Home, home, where I wanted to go,
Home, home, where I wanted to go,
Home, home, where I wanted to go,
Home, home, where I wanted to go...