"Purong ala eh! Mahilig sa barakong kape!"

Send your name to the moon aboard the lunar reconnaissance orbiter, NASA's first step back to the moon. :P

Haha I actually noticed what Archie does with his right hand when he's performing. It's one of his quirks.

Poker, what else? :P My friend's site.

Somebody linked my advertising proposal entry to his blog. Thank you!

Yes I am. I am slacking in this blog. But I will come back. In full force. *cue game face* In fact, I had a draft but I can't finish it anymore. Care to take a look?

You know, I kind of feel guilty not posting regularly nowadays. I used to be really good at this. Perhaps it's because I also write in other sites and all, but I guess most of the time I step back and just read what people write.

Anyway let me talk about work, not because it's great (it's actually full of shit) but because most of the time, that's what I think about. I think I'm strangled by the neck with work. 

When I was younger, I barely imagined myself talking about work. I thought it was such a serious topic to discuss, too serious that only boring adults would converse about. My brother told me before that he liked school because you get paid to go there but there's not much pressure. I didn't give it much thought before, but he's right. I actually miss school, not for the scandalous amounts of paperwork and group projects and exams, but basically the whole experience of being young and idealistic. Even though at the time I felt a bit lost, there was a faint sense of security when I was in school. I had hope. I had dreams. I knew that even if I am a bit f*cked up, I could still get "there", wherever the heck it is.

My school is big on philosophy. They go bonkers over philosophy. It is one of their strengths. One of the popular school memes is "meron" or roughly translated in English, "there is." Basically it is about existence. I have pretty much forgotten most of the lessons but if they were bonkers about "meron," they were also bonkers about the existence of the "I," and that "I" has a purpose, or else there is no point to exist. You don't exist if you don't do/become as you are "expected" to do or to be. Would you call a laptop a laptop if you just use it as a paperweight? When does a chair stop being a chair? when you don't sit on it (OH that is so "Knocked Up"!)? when it loses a leg? Can a three-legged chair still be a chair? How about a bean bag? Is it a chair? But you sit on it! In fact you can also lie down on it. So can you call it a bed too?

I'm actually just messing with your head, sorry. Anyway, there was some stuff about work too. It has been said that work should be able to use your capabilities to their extent so that you fulfill your purpose, something like that, and of course there is that cliche (Heh. I can't find that special character here.) that if you love your work, you don't consider it work anymore. Hmm. When I finished school, I was like, Oh I'm going to find that work-you-cannot-call-work-because-it-is-fun. Too idealistic, yes?

I want to do many things. Actually I want to make a video about it, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to use photos I don't own and that could be a problem. Oh well, I'm just going to write them all down.

• I want to work on TV. No, I don't want to be an actor, eww. OK there is nothing disgusting about being an actor, in fact it's quite interesting to take on a different character. However I feel more comfortable working behind the scenes. I worked in a theater production before as part of the props committee. At times I helped the stage managers. And I also helped the lights committee at some point. After the work was done, I just sat at the back of the room and watched the whole show. I just enjoyed how much things that started from scratch came together and looked so... beautiful. Did the actors enjoy the set as much as I did? Probably not, because they enjoyed the experience they had acting in front of those people, but me, I enjoyed how things were set up. It's like, I can never control how the talents act, but I can control the things surrounding them and it's considered an art. Wow. I like TV because it's usually taped. I can sit on my couch and watch the show I worked on. Pretty cool.
• I like fiddling with things. Once I even opened my walkman and cassette player open so I can fix it. (Geez ancient walkman. LOL) Working in a studio would be daaaaaaaaaaaamn fine! I've always wonder how it's like to fiddle with the sound equipment.
• I want to dub cartoons. Ugh I found this workshop for voice acting, but I can't commit because I have work! Geeeez I was so disappointed. My fascination for dubbing started when I was a kid. I saw this cartoon about a pony and it was dubbed by a boy and I thought the cartoon show was amusing. Later on, there was a seminar in school about people and their jobs and one of the speakers was a voice actor. There was an open mic session and I had to gather all my courage to go in the middle of the room and ask using the mic how to become a dubber when you're so young. I told him about that show and he said it's because of connections. My school mate has dubbed for a show before and she told me that auditions for such are internal, like it's not really advertised that much. Eek. I just thought the workshop I saw could teach me important things, get connections and eventually land me a dubbing gig. My friend said she doesn't even consider it work because it's not regular but it's fun. I'm so sad now.
• If I could do it again, I'd probably still play soccer. I've fallen in love with the sport. I don't watch soccer games on TV because it's nothing compared to being there at the game. I think I've fallen in love with playing it. It's a personal experience you can't gain from watching from the sidelines. I miss the tension, the excitement. I miss crying because I could not kick the ball the way I want to. I miss getting all riled up by the other team so I seek revenge by getting them off-balanced in the field or stepping on their feet "by accident" or pulling their clothes so they could not run very well. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA kidding. I miss how the uniform I wear match, from the jerseys down to the shoes. I miss getting free sh*t from sponsors. I miss being able to scream at the field. Seriously where else can you do that without looking like a total nut case? I miss half-time breaks, when I realized I lasted 45 minutes running back and forth the field and there's still 45 minutes left to make a difference.
  

See? It's a life update. With dreams and everything. Pretty serious. And I can't finish the damn thing. How pathetic is that?

Remember that I wrote about drawing? that I picked up the hobby again? Well guess what, currently the sketchbook I bought only has 2 pages filled. The urge to draw is there, but there is nothing to sustain it!!! I'm actually thinking what keeps me blogging, really. It's been so many years since I started this blog. What made me keep it? I'm actually putting myself out here, typo and grammatical errors and all, yet it's fine with me.

OK please don't get me wrong. Hate is something I thrive on. I get excited with hate. It makes me think. It's not the best emotion out there (but btw, is there even a ranking of emotion to begin with?) but it works for me. It tires me but it means I have LOTS of energy to keep up with it.

Gawd, sometimes I wish I'm a hateful person.. or at least an angry person.. but I'm not. So I'm completely being boring right now.

Yes I am. I am slacking in this blog. But I will come back. In full force. *cue game face* In fact, I had a draft but I can't finish it anymore. Care to take a look?You know, I kind of feel guilty not posting regularly nowadays. I used to be real

UUUUUUUYYkahapon nga pala sinubukan kong magsulat dito kaso 'takte, naghang yung firefox ko. hindi ko narecover yung sinulat ko. hindi kasi uso sa akin ang draft-draft pagdating sa blogging. on the spot ako gumagawa. naranasan ko na kasi dati yun

Wow it's been a while since I did something like this. Anyway I am quite surprised today because I just saw pictures of Kim Jung Hwa with short hair! She has not worn her hair this short at all! I really thought that the short hair was for that K

Wow 2 weeks without blogging here? Geez I'm getting worse! I've been busy/tryingtobebusy these past few days. First, my Internet addiction is getting worse. I don't really go everywhere on the freaking Internet but I spend tons of ti

I just noticed it. There's so much GAY GAY GAY around me lately.* I've been watching gay vloggers on YouTube.* My favorite in American Idol Season 7 was ousted Danny Noriega.* Danny Noriega went on Rosie's cruise with gay people on board.

AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH I just know that sooner or later I will write something about this kid Danny Noriega. Kid, because he's younger than me, and even if I'm a fan, I never ever thought of him as a prospect, like, wot? Not that I'm saying