ayon sa sobrang lafftrip na excel job predictor na nadampot ko sa blog ni jerry, na nadampot nya sa blog ni bernice, yan ang trabahong bagay saken. based on my full name. you can check out what professions suit you by typing in your full name, nickname, pet name, or whatever name it is na gusto nyong ilagay hanggang sa makuha nyo ang trabahong nais nyo -- at yung disente naman.
here are the results of my names:
Mariebelle Alagbate = kapitan ng brgy. paltuk Mariebelle Lomtong Alagbate = hubad na model nag abante (yun yown e! hahaha!) Mariebelle Alagbate y Lomtong = bilanggo sa city jail (ayus) Mabie Alagbate = magnanakaw Bonsai Alagbate = baklang beautician
tae. iba pang winner jobs:
rosario siochi = tambay/palamunin/tamad remicia magaan = holdaper karen may regpala = illegal recruiter ng japayuki ryan israel advincula = baklang tubero annabelle sanchez = baklang reypist armando waje = live-in partner ni tado (BWAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAAH) christopher coker (EIC ko) = rapist ling dayanghirang = presidente ng pilipinas (oha! eto ang pinakaprophetic sa lahat!)
* may triny pa kong isang combo ng pangalan na oober sakit-sa-tyang laff trip. ang result nya ay LASENGGONG RETARDED. rofl (i really do wish multiply would have that emoticon here. my virtual laughter feels... empty without it. T_T) oha. retarded nga. pero may social life pa rin! yan ang well-balanced individual! hahahah!
actually, lahat ata ng mga pangalan ng mga kaibigan ko triny ko, pero eto ang mga topnotchers saken.
at marami pang iba! the list could go on forever and forever more amen, so try nyo na rin! hahahaha!
(attached herewith is the job predictor excelifile. breastmilk is still best for babies up to two years.)
i know, i know. i've blogged about this before. but it's high time you do come back to our baby project site, promdifiction.subersibo.netfor your regular dose of rememblurring.
it was idle for quite a while, with annabs' Disconnection (please), notice hanging in limbo in part 4 for like... pseudo-eons. sorry naman. we were all really busy the past month. a lot of things were happening, and you can bet your pwet they were not by any means fiction. fact is, in fact, stranger than fiction. maybe one of us will write something about their own stories that happened in the promdi-lull weeks.
anyway, Disconnection is finally finished, and we have a new one lined up for you next week, this time from chochi. it's a bus story and... well... you'd have to read it to find out what it's about. hehe. it's gonna be called "Ang Takas".
so please, please, please do come and visit the site. there are also two other stories there, the first being my own, "Nakaw-Timpla", and the other being karen's "He only had to say her name".
oist, fischer, trish at rita! tapos na midterms! pwede na kayo uli maginternet! hahaha! check it out, ha! and everyone else out there, too, of course. comments are most welcome.
i took this picture two sundays ago on our roofdeck. it was a huge ass rainbow, extending all the way from somewhere over pasay road to about magallanes. it appeared after really bad weather - black, gloomy clouds and heavy rain and all that jazz.
just thought i'd share since am fully aware that other people have their own bad weather skies to carry right now, just like me. this is what will greet us at the end of the storm.
i was supposed to write earlier about how i have the sudden urge to resign from my job so i could instead focus on writing and film prod. how i won't mind settling for a lower pay as a staff in, say, cinemalaya or indesine, if only to get the experience i know will hugely help me in my filmmaking pursuit.
how i now feel as if this is really what i was supposed to do all along, how everything that's happened has a purpose leading to this one aspiration.
how i now understand what my friends from law school meant when they said they'd be lost in life if they don't become lawyers. how there are people like fischer who keep asking what the hell they're doing in law school even when in their senior year already, only to know deep in their hearts the answer to that question: it is a necessary step for them to achieve their greater goal of serving the country.
how sacrifices would have to be made in the short term in order to achieve these goals. how this is what i really want to do, and how i believe that this is what was laid out for me by fate. how i may be getting there at a rather slow pace, but how much i am determined to really get there and be there.
i was supposed to write about these "epiphanies" until i found out my mom's breast cancer has gone up to stage four.
gusto ko lang naman kumain sa mcdo. i met up with my cousin there during my break when suddenly we heard two successive shots fired. it sounded like it was an armalite. we looked to the direction of the shots and heard the guard tell the people outside of mcdo to get in. when i looked back, all of the people with us in the smoking area of mcdo had already gone in! so pumasok na rin kame ng pinsan ko.
we had no clear idea what the hell was going on, but the management had both doors of the establishment closed. well, it wasn't locked or anything, though. instead, they placed these "slippery when wet" signs across the door handles to bar people from coming in or going out.
first of all, i have to commend the manager for having the presence of mind to have the doors locked. but to barricade us with signs?!? uh-huh. si manong guard joke time. in the first place, if the shooters decide to attack mcdo, they won't even be deterred by the "barricade". they can easily shoot down the glass walls and voila. they're inside. lol.
so i was thinking. may holdupan bang nagaganap sa planters bank sa tabi ng office building namen? hmm... baket naman yung planters bank pa? e andun naman ang hsbc sa may rcbc. at the other end of dela costa are more banks like allied, bpi, metrobank, etcetera. holdup is therefore ruled out. domestic squabble in one of the condos? baket armalite yung gamit? hmmm...
soon enough, police cars swooped in dela costa. fast response. but in no way faster than the usis (usisero) out there. common reflex would dictate that if you hear a gunshot, you run away from the source of the sound. however it seems that there is nothing common with the reflex of pinoys when it comes to situations like that. the moment they realized it was a gunshot they heard, they all flocked to the direction where they heard the gunshot! labo talaga! pero lafftrip.
and for something as dangerous as having shots fired in the central business district, some people were still aimlessly walking around the streets, apparently oblivious to what just occurred. the area wasn't even cordoned off, so the lane headed to ayala ave still had cars passing by. well, later on they closed that as well, fortunately.
anyway, i managed to slip out of mcdo (away from ground zero!!!) at nakuha ko pang maglakad ng mabagal papuntang hsbc para magwithdraw. as i passed by ayala going to makati med, it made me think about how fragmented our existence really is.
sa kabilang block lang may nagkakagulo, pero sa mga tao sa kanto ng ayala ave, same shit different day lang. in fact, i need not go far to see this discrepancy. sa opisina lang namen sa 8th floor (the building adjacent to where the shooting happened), they had no idea about the drama that was going on below. apparently, manhid na talaga kame sa opisina, in more ways than one. lindol nga hindi pinansin dito e. o_O
so yun. it certaily made my day that much more interesting. pero sana lang walang nasaktan. let's peace it together! (eheads reunion for the win!!! \m/)
am soooooooo ditching panic at the disco!!! mwahahahhahahahaha!!!!
aylabshu sha!!! bearer of good news ka talaga! (salamat rin kay archangel bam kase technically sya ang unang nagconfirm ng news sa blog ko, pero, yun. mas mahal ko nga si sha cos we have history and shit. hahahahaha!!!)
yes, that's the 1995 movie of joey de leon that featured the eheads. i just tripped over it on youtube (the whole film was uploaded in eleven segments - hooray to schizo102!) while marathoning on eheads songs.
i don't know if it was because i sorely miss this band or if my appreciation for film really has "matured", thanks to my film classes. but despite the initial impression that it's another slapstick baduy pinoy comedy, the story turned out pretty tight.
in case you don't know the story, joey de leon plays bartolome, a pizza delivery guy who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and so he witnessed the massacre of the black scorpion gang. he went to the police, where it so happened that the eraserheads were filing a complaint for piracy.
it seems like a stretch, doesn't it? but i'd have to say i was impressed with the way both the plots were dealt with (clean, shall i say), without being half-baked. the way it was delivered reminded me of how a simpsons episode would probably work out. usually the opening sequence of the simpsons presents one plot, but as the story progresses along, you realize that was just a jumping off point for the real plot of the cartoon. even then, you've already been immersed enough into the initially introduced plot you'd think that's where the story will lead all throughout. or something like that.
anyway, the dialogue was simple, and the plot (though interspersed) were also layman enough to follow. i guess it was the surprising simplicity that caught me off guard. most pinoy mainstream comedies love to insert all sorts of jokes and puns, you know the writers picked them up from way beyond the fence in the left field. plus, i guess the plot on the eheads story really did prove that they were definitely ahead of their time. 1995 and they were dealing with the issue of piracy already! hahaha! stig.
so yun. natuwa lang ako kase grade 5 pa ko nung lumabas tong movie na to, and i hardly remember the story if at all. this is actually the first time i saw it in full. at sa youtube pa! on an office saturday. hahahaha (pero nagtrabaho ko, pramis! multitasker ako e, ba't ba! LOL!)
oks sya. tamang steady lang. i wouldn't even say it's sabaw. steady. and the boys were... boys. so different from today.
hay... magreunion na kase!
what the hey. the movie made my day so happy-happy pa rin.
seeping all the way through to my smart bro broadband home connection.
hingang-malalim.
one year, mabie. one year. that's twelve months, 48 weeks, 365 days, one and a half more sem, one sembreak, one christmas, one birthday, one summer vacation, one anniversary.
one year. you'll step out of the middle, but maybe still in - from the outside looking in.
and maybe you won't have to put up with this bullshit anymore (and maybe even miss the anxiety it brings) and just see how fucking funny and benign it actually was in hindsight.
panic at the disco!!! coming to manila on august 14, 2008 at the araneta coliseum.
passed up on the concerts the first half of the year. need happy, vegas music now, though, so am definitely going. price list for those interested as well:
1st to third row. 10, 000
4th-6th row. 7,550
7th-10th row. 5,550
Patron A. 3,950
Patron B. 3,450
Lower Box. 3,450
Upper A. 1,750
Upper B. 950
GA. 450
a bit steep. but i think i'd go for the 7th to 10th row. *batman, play nice, okay?*
"The Warchief Troll is retiring next year (that would be Bush, y'all), and these two candidates have stepped up to take his place: Warlord Zul'Amabo (Obama) and Warlord McWalking Stick (McCain).
all along, i knew and believed that i was a Capricorn. i like that word: capricorn. so earthy, and sounds like my favorite animal, the unicorn (oo. naniniwala pa rin ako sa unicorns! ang teorya ko jan, kasama sila sa ark ni noah, pero siguro nahulog sila or natuhog yung isa ng horn kaya namatay. at dahil hindi sila asexual, hindi na nakapagreproduce yung natira hanggang mamatay. sad noh?)
then again, it looks like i have known and believed wrong. salamat sa researching powers ni overlord noreen, nalaman ko na umurong na pala ang constellations (i didn't even know they do that in the first place) at dahil dun, YOU ARE NOT WHAT YOU THINK YOU ARE.
ayon sa bagong plot, ako at ang dati kong mga katropa sa capricorn ay namigrate na sa saggitarius. nung una, ayokong maniwala. pero unang linya pa lang sa link na nahanap ko sa google, nafeel ko tanggap ko na. swak nga. kinompare ko sya sa ex-astrology sign ko, ang capricorn.
* practicality, realism, hard work accomplishments
* planning, determination, persistence, success
* high status, good quality, reputation
* responsibility, difficulties, problems
* paternalism, authority, discipline
* money, wealth, long-term projects
* wisdom, loyalty, sensitivity to beauty
sige, tingnan nyo. sa dalawang yan di ba mas swak nga yung saggitarius saken (subukan nyo lang sabihing practical ako. hahahaha! i laugh in your face!) ??? sheeetttt... i am no longer a goat. i am now... a beautiful centaur. archer centaur. chenes. hehehe (oi annabs! ako pala si yellow 4 e!). parang lang yan nung nalaman ko na hindi pala ako year of the rat. technically, rat ako dahil 1984 ako. pero i learned a few years back lang na dahil january ako at hindi umabot sa chinese new year, technically, pang 1983 ang year sign ko.
*cue in Minsan Isang Gamu-Gamo: I AM NOT A RAT. I AM A PIG!
tambling.
so sabi nga ni glen, deads ka kung nagpapahula ka at yung "old" zodiac sign mo pa rin ang binibigay mo. maling kapalaran ang binabayaran mo sa manghuhula. nyahahahahah...
biruin mo. pati pala sila nagrorotate ng shift. T.T
ps. sabi daw swak daw ang combo ng saggitarius with leo, aries, libra and aquarius.... so kung may kilala kayong pwedeng ireto na ganito ang sign, go lang. hahahahahhaa!
please spread the word and the love and all that is round and orange, like kwek-kwek.
Multi-awarded independent filmmaker Khavn De La Cruz will screen his film Ultimo: Different Ways of Killing a National Hero on June 19, 4PM at the Bulwagang Rizal in UP Diliman.
Ultimo which has received the Valiente Award from La Palma International Film Festival explores Filipino identity and nationhood through scenes from a poetic documentary of Khavn's meanderings in Spain interspersed with lines from Jose Rizal's Mi Ultimo Adios.
Shot on location in La Palma, the 90 minute, black-and-white, silent film will have live scoring by Khavn on piano and Junji Lerma of Radioactive Sago Project on guitar.
Ultimo, along with a dance performance from Donna Miranda and Diego Marana plus spokenword poetry from National Artist Bienvenido Lumbera with an art installation from Norberto Roldan back-to-back with Virgilio S. Almario's lecture entitled “Rizal German Literary Connections” followed by the launch of his latest book Rizal: Nobelista, a collection of critical essays on the literary greatness of the Noli and Fili.
this is jk rowling's commencement address for the 2008 graduates of harvard university. it is one of the most inspiring speeches i have heard in a while.
here is an excerpt from her speech: The Fringe Benefits of Failure, and the Importance of Imagination. The first line of the excerpt I posted is exactly what i fear as well. So this speech pretty much hit the bulls eye, and left me feeling like a fresh grad myself - a welcome respite, actually.
out with the jaded, and in with what is child-like.
i hope this moves you and helps you re-inspire yourselves with your own imagination.
***
What I feared most for myself at your age was not poverty, but failure.
At your age, in spite of a distinct lack of motivation at university, where I had spent far too long in the coffee bar writing stories, and far too little time at lectures, I had a knack for passing examinations, and that, for years, had been the measure of success in my life and that of my peers.
I am not dull enough to suppose that because you are young, gifted and well-educated, you have never known hardship or heartbreak. Talent and intelligence never yet inoculated anyone against the caprice of the Fates, and I do not for a moment suppose that everyone here has enjoyed an existence of unruffled privilege and contentment.
However, the fact that you are graduating from Harvard suggests that you are not very well-acquainted with failure. You might be driven by a fear of failure quite as much as a desire for success. Indeed, your conception of failure might not be too far from the average person’s idea of success, so high have you already flown academically.
Ultimately, we all have to decide for ourselves what constitutes failure, but the world is quite eager to give you a set of criteria if you let it. So I think it fair to say that by any conventional measure, a mere seven years after my graduation day, I had failed on an epic scale. An exceptionally short-lived marriage had imploded, and I was jobless, a lone parent, and as poor as it is possible to be in modern Britain, without being homeless. The fears my parents had had for me, and that I had had for myself, had both come to pass, and by every usual standard, I was the biggest failure I knew.
Now, I am not going to stand here and tell you that failure is fun. That period of my life was a dark one, and I had no idea that there was going to be what the press has since represented as a kind of fairy tale resolution. I had no idea how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality.
So why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had already been realised, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.
You might never fail on the scale I did, but some failure in life is inevitable. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all - in which case, you fail by default.
Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing examinations. Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way. I discovered that I had a strong will, and more discipline than I had suspected; I also found out that I had friends whose value was truly above rubies.
The knowledge that you have emerged wiser and stronger from setbacks means that you are, ever after, secure in your ability to survive. You will never truly know yourself, or the strength of your relationships, until both have been tested by adversity. Such knowledge is a true gift, for all that it is painfully won, and it has been worth more to me than any qualification I ever earned.
Given a time machine or a Time Turner, I would tell my 21-year-old self that personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a check-list of acquisition or achievement. Your qualifications, your CV, are not your life, though you will meet many people of my age and older who confuse the two. Life is difficult, and complicated, and beyond anyone’s total control, and the humility to know that will enable you to survive its vicissitudes.
***
To see the video, and to read the full transcript of her full speech, head on to this link:
i've been doing this for a while, but it's only now i've thought to actually make it official by posting it on my blog. i'd like to suggest to everyone to say no to plastics. you wouldn't want to have them as friends, nor would you want to have them as trash.
let's just say this is one of the things i do as my share in keeping the environment breathing. every time i go buy food for take-out, i get really hinayang when they put my purchases in separate plastics when it's not really necessary. when i get back to the office, there are all these plastics lying about ready for disposal. so basically i used the plastics for just a little over five minutes.
so. now, when i buy stuff and they're not that many that i can't hold them in my hands, i ask the cashier to not put them in plastic anymore. i just carry it in my hands or i just put them in my bag. this isn't really anything new. lots of people are helping out in their own way. i know kate and fischer are strong advocates against straws. i'd go for that, too. just give me a little more time to get that clumsy bug out of my system.
here's my little equation. plastics = trash = dumpsites = chemicals seeping in landfills = chemicals running to the oceans = killing the corals = killing the fish = jellyfish thriving = killing the ocean = dehydrated people, dehydrated earth = dead earth.
*thank you to national geographic's Jellyfish Invasion episode for my gelatinous paranoia.
simply put. i love water, and i like my beaches clear of them stinging jellyfish. so maybe it is a selfish advocacy. but i firmly believe that this is one cause we all SHOULD be selfish about. there is virtue in it after all.
there. next time you buy a little sumthin-sumthin from a store, i hope you think twice before getting that plastic bag.
