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My Top 5 For the Week:
1. Nexus4 – by L’arc~en~Ciel
2. Athena – by Abingdon boys school
3. Sweet Dreams (Are Made of These) – by Eurythmics
4. Gekidou – by UVERworld
5. Dress – by BUCK-TICK
My co-worker asked why my blog titles were “esoteric”. I think he used that word to be fancy, but he had no idea how on the nose the choice of word was.
I tend to pick my blog titles based on either the title or a line from the lyrics of songs that piqued my interest that week. If the song’s Japanese-based, I translate it to English. If it’s a Filipino song, I also translate it to English.
It’s getting hard to pick a title; sometimes I also need help. 😀
Now that I’m at work, it’s like becoming a bit duller.
No water cooler chitchats, no colleague bantering, no amusements except those within the “personal amusement” side.
My bosses have no Websense filters. That really is something else, if you get the drift.
I kinda miss the college days, where even if the professor is discussing nonlinear equations I can still hold a discussion (albeit discreetly) with a seatmate once in a while to alleviate boredom.
Ted Turner was right. Boredom kills.
Most of my colleagues here are just like monotonous with work, it’s becoming their favorite mantra – work, work and lost of work. Anyway, it’s a sacrifice or else we can be headed to the unemployment dumpster. At the very least I’m grateful for a job, because Philippines is famous for high rates of unemployment, so I consider myself fortunate enough to earn at least 3 times the minimum wage rate.
It’s almost the same every single fricking day.
Only my anime collection breaks the monotony every day – I download at least 6 episodes a day, so at least it doesn’t bore me a bit.
I someday plan to move out of my parents’ house – I don’t want to tolerate my mother’s compulsion of “keeping things” anymore, nor her blatant disregard for others’ decisions and preferences in favor of hers.
But I have to save some substantial amount of money to rent a decent property or build a house and decorate it.
My goal is to save 500,000 in 6 years to fuel my ambition. Long road, but hopefully I’ll manage to at least reach that goal.
Speaking of my mother, it’s plain sad to see my status with regards to “respect” with her.
Last week she blatantly ignored my previous pleas NEVER to rearrange anything in my room again, and she even had the gall to justify her actions. Then she, without a SMS message to inform me, hired a computer technician to “borrow” several cables from my desktop PC to fix her own. What the f**k… Damn it.
She doesn’t respect me. She keeps suggesting weird-ass or very antiquated clothing for me to wear to work, she keeps ignoring my requests, she keeps on hoarding Tupperwares despite me and my dad’s pleas, and to top her insolence off, she dared to get some cables from my PC without forewarning me.
Frankly, I’m just near giving up.
OK, so I’m going to branch off to random topic discussion.
I’ll start it by a quote, then I branch to a topic that’s related somehow to that quote.
If you can guess where I get the quotes (without Googling), consider yourself an anime eideticker:
“I like that in high school we get to bring our own lunches. But it’s hard getting up early to make it. “
True. Sometimes I’m tempted to wake up early but due to work-related exhaustion, and I’m the hardest one to wake up in my family, so I neglect my plans on that. Well, even if I wake up early, it still sucks in the kitchen.
I mean, there are only dry foods, sardines, meatloafs, vienna sausages, spam, corned beef, and various other canned goods in the pantry. The meat in the freezer, and most of the foods I really like takes too much time to prepare. I don’t even think on bringing yesterday’s dinner leftovers to work, sometimes the lefover’s on the verge of spoiling, and that can give me stomachache.
So, when I cook my meals, I usually end up with a can opener and open a fricking can and fricking cook. But cooking isn’t a simple business – you need knowledge and creativity. I cooked these dishes once for breakfast:
Pineapple-garnished meatloaf curry
Chillied Corned Beef (typical corned beef with lots of onion chives and green chillies)
La Sarsa, Spam Version (fried spam, then boiled 5 minutes with pure Mang Tomas sarsa)
Deep-Fried Sardines
Barakong Sisig
Cold Campbells’ Chicken Soup with Chives and Oregano
Sometimes creativity runs out, and I’m stuck for several minutes with several potential ingredients. I end up cooking too fast sometimes, resulting in a few undercooked dishes.
Oh, and since I’m an Asian, rice is a staple. So sometimes I experiment with rice, and I mix it with my stir-fry meals to make myself some ready-to-eat meals without much derring-do.
And after preparing and eating, I realize I lost sleeping time, I’m already tired, and I have to wash an extra food container since my mom keeps hiding the tupperware as if she’s a businessman hiding some assets when the tax inspector comes.
Sadly, I oftem miss my wake-up mark, and I end up trooping to P***’s nearest Mini Stop and buying myself a jumbo siopao.
“I smashed that cockroach just now with my textbook.”
Last week my sister screamed her lungs out at something – like those extras in staple horror movies. I hurriedly went out of my room to investigate what incited her bitching.
It was a damn cockroach.
Both of my sisters dislike cockroaches – be it alive, dead, beheaded, mutilated, squashed, solitary, or even just barely twitching. I have to say it’s like an elephant being scared of a dog.
I instantly grabbed the nearest whackable object I can grab and squashed the insect to a squishy entrail puree. Too late I noticed that object was my younger sister’s textbook. Then I instantly grabbed another book while she wasn’t looking and claimed I whacked the cockroach with it – and later cleaning her book, but it still smells like cockroach. Good riddance.
And again last night, my mom screamed at something – a dead rat near the laundry clothes. Women.
“Isn’t it better for fewer people to die?”
The current government-MILF situation (yes, MILF) has reached that unevitable statistical category – CASUALTIES.
Most people were evacuated, and some got caught in the crossfire. One news item relates how almost one family was blown to smithereens, leaving only a few survivors – and one orphan.
But the real victims here are the children – psychological scars somehow surface later in their adult life about their encounters with war. That’s the same with most surviviors of war in other countries – children who witnessed war either were encouraged to prevent war – or worse, to allow war. War only creates victims, and there are no victors.
But in the inevitable case of war, one side must be reminded to keep casualties out – or at least at a bare minimum. But so far the Philippine government has failed to do so – and many more are going to end up dead, or worse, scarred for life.
“There will be lots of cute cats and dogs in the Cafe… and they’re all dead.”
Sometimes the nightlife in our place gets a little bit lonely.
Once I went home late at 4AM due to overtime, and I ended up alone, trying to hitch a bus ride home.
When I reached our block, I noticed it was cold, windy, and deserted. No dogs, no cats – only me, and the road’s littered with lots of dog feces.
Then I remembered that the dogs are in their own owners’ units, due to the barangay curfew also applying to pets and strays. Most of the impounded animals end up somewhere in custody until either someone claims them or someone buys them.
I also was reminded of Baguio City (up north of Luzon) where there are a lot of dogs and cats – but most of them end up as meals or siopao fillings, respectively. That’s why I didn’t eat any meals while I was in Baguio – it’s either I end up eating real pork or real dog.
So, continuing – it was lonely without anything on that road home except me. No kids playing, no dogs barking, no cats staring at you with that queer look in its eyes – just me and the sound of my steps against the night.
“If you tell a bald man his head is useful in the dark, you’d get punched in the face.”
Bad jokes are just plain sad to hear.
One guy (a bald one) I rode with once in a public bus ridiculed a bus conductor to no end.
“My sauna bath is much colder than your aircon!”
“Your passenger seats put my dog’s bed to shame.”
“I pay 60 pesos for a ride and all I get is cheap freon, tattered seats and a recycled-paper-class ticket?”
Some passengers were snickering at the back while the conductor was obviosuly changing – from embarassed, to annoyed, to ticked off, and now to nearly mad.
Then the bald guy recited the conductor’s last straw:
“Heck, I’d pay 100 pesos every day if this liner fires this guy and gets sexy girls to get my fare!”
The conductor swiftly did the expected action – he grabbed 60 pesos out of his wallet, and handed it back to the guy.
“Sorry sir, but if you want a bus ride that allows you to denigrate a conductor, better ride another bus.”
Then the driver parked the bus somewhere legal and shouted that either the bald guy get off the bus or else he stalls the ride.
The bald guy was obviously in a hurry (he was in a business suit and he kept looking at his watch all the time), so he went off the bus. The conductor shouted a few unnecessary farewell expletives as the guy boarded another bus.
That single incident kept me preppy for at least the entire travel time from Ayala to Fairview.
News flash: PBA’s Red Bull Barako is now 90% new. The 10% remainder is Yeng Guiao.
Red Bull recently dealt Mick Penissi, their last remaining original of the Red Bull stalwarts they direct-hired from the PBL several years ago, to San Miguel in exchange for future first-round draft picks.
Then Yeng Guiao took Air21’s gifted yet gravely underutilized forward, Gabby Espinas.
It’s sure going to be a hell lot interesting.
Briathrail // Albert 2MNG 
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