The Pics Have the Answers
I’ve been wanting to write something lately but because the Typhoon Ondoy decided to be such a bitchass on the Philippines, priorities shifted and blogging just kissed the bottom of the list. (Btw, let’s continue helping the victims.)
Anyway, I realized that my last two entries on this blog are both very serious and very personal so I want to publish something light. I will post a storm-related entry one of these days, I just need to finish the article.
I was browsing through my pictures in my laptop when I stumbled upon old photos and screenshots. They say that a picture paints a thousand words. True, but wait there’s more. It’s also the easiest way to answer questions.
1. How good I am at bowling.
That’s four consecutive strikes, my dear friends. And one spare! (Yabang!) Just don’t ask me what happened after.
2. Why, for a moment, I was convinced God is everywhere.
Imagine my surprise when this popped up on my screen. Apparently, it was just a friend named Jesus.
Fireworks, Hormones, and this Blog Post
edited image from ArtVille
You remember last week when I told you I found it difficult to blog since I met you? Since we became a couple officially, I have not had enough time to bond with my nephew and I don’t hang out with Andre as often as I used to. Not that I’m complaining. I enjoy every minute I spend with you.
You joshed, “Why not blog about me? Am I not something worth blogging about?”
You are, of course. But I choose not to. After all, you are one part of my life that I’d rather keep private. That’s how possessive I am of you.
But I’ll give you this blog post.
They say that the hormones responsible for that incredible feeling of falling and being in love linger in the brain for only six months. So it’s a chemically-induced emotion, after all. Six months. Most of the time, these chemicals dry up along with the love.
So that’s why most couples I know barely last seven months. Six months of hormonal euphoria and the seventh month is spent by the neurons deliberating whether to stay in the relationship or to call it quits. And many of them choose to break the other’s heart.
You remember our first date? We were in UP Diliman that night. We sat on the grass and suddenly, fireworks started sparkling in the sky. Neither of us knew or even expected there’d be fireworks. But there were. You borrowed my cellphone, composed a message, and gave it back to me. I still have that message on my inbox. It was probably the first time the love hormones rushed in to my brain.
That was more than six months ago.
Indulge in the Uniquely Singapore experience
When I was in Kindergarten, I once heard my teacher mention the word “Singapore.” At first, I didn’t know what it was. I thought it was a name for an animal or a fruit. But my innate curiosity pushed me to ask one of my neighbors what it was. What I got from her was not just an answer, explaining me that it was a beautiful place overseas, south of the Philippines. What I got was a dream — his dream, which later on became mine.
The truth is, I learned what Singapore was way before I learned the other parts of my own country. Since then, I’d always heard the word “Singapore” — from my parents, teachers, and family friends. And when they uttered the word Singapore, it was often accompanied by the words “beautiful,” “progressive,” “unique.”
Not just that, people had always used this tiny yet marvelous city as a benchmark for our country. When we came across a pile of garbage in our province, my mum would say, “Singapore is probably the cleanest country in the world.” Whenever my cousins and I would see people jaywalking and breaking traffic rules left and right in Manila, they’d say “They wouldn’t allow that in Singapore.” Even now that I’m all grown up, I still often hear Singapore as this country’s standard for almost everything — trade, business, waste management, urban planning.
I’ve never been out of the country but who could blame me if the first foreign city I’d like to set foot on is the first foreign land I had heard about when I was a kid — Singapore.
Take a look at my friend’s pictures taken when she was in Singapore:
Boy did that made me feel my ultimate sin was envy! Haha. My other friends and I have planned going to Singapore countless times but none of them pushed through for reasons ranging from financial to schedule. But now that I have this chance of finally seeing the unique city I’ve always dreamed of experiencing, make no mistake, I won’t let it pass without a good fight.
It’s Krrunch Time, Get Playful!
Question: When does crunch time become Krunch time?
Answer: When the temperature starts to drop, lights start to flicker, strange sounds of footsteps are heard from an empty room, and you start having goosebumps. That’s when crunch time turns into Krrunch Time!
Last Thursday, five colleagues and I decided to spend the rest of the night at the office. It was a pretty stressful night since everyone was trying to meet the deadline set in the morning of the next day. Since the entire team was desperate to make it but still had tons of codes to fix and paperwork to do, staying in the office overnight was a completely wise decision.
Working for a mobile multimedia company, we are used to late-night working hours. A number of us choose to finish a project before going home every once in a while. Some of them have sworn to have heard strange noises from the control room. Oh yeah, the Control Room — where the light switches, Internet servers, and most of the stored documents are located. It is also the first room from the front door. You see, you’re gonna have to pass by this room to reach the work stations.
Do They Read Blogs in Heaven?
Note: Today is my dad’s fifth death anniversary. Allow me to post this.
Whenever I say that the earliest memory I have is the accident wherein I had my left arm somewhat toasted, I lie. My earliest memory is, in fact, months before that.
It was a Saturday morning. I woke up to see the house in complete disarray. It seemed like we had been robbed. But there was no thief. There was only my father, rummaging through the house, looking for something. That time, he had just undergone surgery. He had a nasty liver.
I went out to see a number of people looking at my dad on the roof. He was also searching the roofs. And he kept on yelling, “Where are my millions?” It sounded silly because we were poor and there was no way our family savings could reach the million mark. But my dad kept looking for his “millions.” Take note, “millionS.” Plural.
Top 10 People You Wouldn’t Want to Mess With
Months ago, when Shy Guy and I were having dinner at a Chinese restaurant in Quezon City, our conversation turned onto the Irate Customers and Rude Waiters Avenue. We figured when a fight between a waiter and a customer can get so messy, a whiny customer can just be assaulted in a way that he or she wouldn’t even know ever. This was when he suggested that I write about people around us that we should not piss off because of their silent attacks.
It’s been more than a year since I posted the 18 most annoying types of people on this blog. Irritating as they may be, they should still be treated with respect. Everyone deserves a little respect. Even those around us who seem to have very little significance in our lives. Yes, it may be little but mind you, that’s still something. And that little something can affect you in ways you can never imagine, you could never know or too late to do something about.
Here’s a list of the people around us we wouldn’t want to screw over and why we shouldn’t.
10. Never mess with waiters.
“Never mess with the people who serve your food.”
image courtesy of discoveryeducation.com
We all want to watch everything we put in our mouth but are we sure that the food we are taking in is safe and clean? If you have a waiter/cook friend, you probably have an idea how vengeful they can get to customers that are just insufferable. Suffice it to say that when you piss off a waiter, that cream you think is Bavarian came from another German town called Sinus.
9. Never mess with jeepney drivers.
Never mind taxi and trike drivers because you can always tell them to turn around and drop you off where he’s supposed to but with jeepney drivers, there’s no going back! So if you get sooo mean to the driver of the jeepney you are on, don’t wonder why he stopped only after 500 miles from where you should get off.
The funny part is, he can always get away with “Ay, hindi kita narinig pumara.”
8. Never mess with your hairstylist.
image courtesy of ehow.com
If you’re having a bad hair day, maybe it’s not Murphy’s fault. You could blame your hairstylist. They won’t slit your neck but a bad hairdo is enough to make you suffer for a long period of time. And maybe that’s because you just had a fantastic time in bed with her boyfriend the night before.
The Drowning in Batangas
Someone drowned in Matabungkay, Batangas last Sunday. But it seemed like that guy was not the only one that needed saving.
My better half and I spent the long weekend at a beach in my home province. We had grander plans actually — Palaui Island in Cagayan, Caramoan in Camarines Sur, Sagada in Mountain Province, Hundred Islands in Pangasinan — but his weird schedule made the holiday completely pointless. So we were forced to choose a beach that was close to the city.
Matabungkay in Lian, Batangas is indeed close to me. I’m not just talking about physical proximity but more importantly emotionally. I stayed there for two months when I managed an English camp for Korean grade school and college students in 2006 and we made wonderful memories and bond in that barangay. I was very familiar with the place and I thought it was time for Shy Guy to get immersed to the Batangan culture (since he’d never been to Batangas before the trip). Matabungkay was an easy choice. You see, memories, which needed revisiting, were littered on the sands of Matabungkay.
Apparently, it wasn’t just memories that were all over Matabungkay. Trashes, too. I wish I’m talking figuratively here.
It had been three years since I last visited the popular Batangas beach but a lot has changed. There was so much garbage lying on the sand and swimming with tourists. Seaweeds are a common sight in the area but what really ruined the place were plastic cups, glass bottles, aluminum foils, Lucky Me Pancit Canton wrappers… (Sorry, the brand got stuck in my head coz it’s my favorite and there were so much of them there.) It was really heartbreaking.
And yeah, someone drowned while we were swimming. I hope he was able to reach the hospital on time.
On May 31, 1985, tragedy struck when 41 tornadoes hit Canada and the US, leaving 76 people dead. At the same time, a doomed couple in the Philippines were having the best orgasms of their lives. Nine months (280 days) later, a healthy baby boy was brought into this world by normal delivery. That was exactly a week before Microsoft had its initial public offering.
Today, Yoshke Dimen resides independently in Mandaluyong City. He got a degree in Film from an overrated university in Diliman but is now pursuing a career in Social Media.
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