Monthly Archive for July, 2004

See ya, dun wanna be ya.

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eehgow
on July 27, 2004
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For the past few days, I’ve been out of the house before sun up and after sun down. I’m still in the process of adjusting to the time. The travel time part is easy; if I can do Cavite - Quezon City every weekend, Laguna - Libis’ just a walk in the park… or so I thought. Apparently, Agent E won’t be around to do his thing here, so I’ll try to come up with something to rant about.

Seven days into training… somehow I got my body to wake itself up whenever the alarm goes off, not the usual snooze-it-forget-it thingy… shower with water so cold it jolts you back to your freaking senses… dress up (in a really NEW attire for me) in 20 minutes or less… brave the lamppost-less path I usually take in spite of the hanging-girl-ghost-from-a-tree (that would reportedly drop from the tree and right in front of you, blocking the ONLY path) news going around… get a trike to the station, ride the bus, and manage to reach the office before the sun actually rises (now I feel like a vampire straight off one of Anne Rice’s novels).

The only redeeming factor (aside from having free coffee and iced tea) was being able to meet new people, which has always been, for me at least, something to look forward to.

Later. Still have to wash my pants. See you in the weekend.

Weather Report.

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on July 21, 2004
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Am so tired. I wasn’t expecting to be f**ked up this early in training. Only had three hours of sleep last night and now I’m struggling to keep myself from forcibly shutting down. A couple cups  of cafe mocha did the trick, but I lost count. Travelling, esp. when the weather’s this bad, really sucks. But I’m not complaining. Hey, what’s the big deal with waking up at 3AM? Right.

American geography wasn’t really that hard. It was actually interesting. Easier than the periodic table of elements. Haha. Learned a lot about the culture and other boring facts I’d rather sleep on. 

I won’t let it get the best of me. Everything reminds me of CAT training during high school…

“Never to quit, Never to squeal”

I’m off to bed. And it’s just 6pm.

Alpha sans Omega.

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on July 19, 2004
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I wasn’t expecting the traffic to be that heavy this morning… then it hit me. It’s Monday. I still have to meet Anton somewhere in Galeria to give him some apps he could for his brother’s new PC. I got there, and I saw him give that “Wow-look-at-you-You’re-human-again!” smile.

I got to the training room at 9:16AM. I was late. Everybody was doing short introductions already… After a few people, I was up. I unintentionally included racing as one of my hobbies. Weird. I didn’t know what got into me… maybe all that Monday traffic got into my system and I lagged… or had a glitch.

Aside from the obvious reason of going there (to train, of course), I was also up for some new acquaintances. The group was composed of people with ages ranging from 19 - 30+ something. But it wasn’t actually hard to make new friends. Being the friendly fellow that I am, I made a few. By lunchbreak, we found ourselves congregating outside the building (you know what happens next… and why the hell were we squeezing ourselves in a place as hot as hell and as smoky as mall-based Bingo places).

6PM. After a few stretching exercises we did after wearing ourselves out on that very looooooong talk with the IT person, I was ready to go. I got a few people who was going the same way to come with me: Carlo, Lee & Rico. All are CSAs.

Everything felt sooooo nice today. Except for the fact that maybe sooner or later, I’ll see her walking along the hallway (and probably still try to hide somewhere…). Haha.

The Great Urban Adventure

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on July 14, 2004
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DAY 1.

The time was 830am. Agent E quickly crosses the large river of metallic species with softskin creatures trapped inside. He goes through thick foilage and stops to appreciate the sights and sounds of the world that would soon take him in. He dodges the incoming traffic and manages to make it to opposite bank of the smaller river. The number of creatures that inhabit the area was smaller than the usual size. It was too early for these laterisers to get up and get even a single ray of light from the planet’s energy source, he thought. He remembers that once upon a time, he was one of them. He then checks his mobile device… “WALA NANG LOOAAADDD??!!”. From afar he sees the thingamabob’s Fountain of Life: a small stall not more than 2 feet on all sides which doubles as a postal booth. After a few minutes of waiting for the delayed transaction confirmation, he contacts Agent J:


AGENT J: makati ave nko. traffic, grrr.

Walking further, Agent E came to a place of worship. So much for these infernal denizens, he thought. He decided to wait for Agent J in a coffee shop nearby. Come 930am, Agent J arrives in a white, short-sleeved blouse, black pants, and those shoes that made her look like she just came out of a magical lamp. Agent E kept on making funny remarks about it the whole day. Reports of Agent R, Agent E’s high school friend, going with them were later rebuffed by a text message from the former. He woke up late and for some unknown reasons, had a terrible headache.

And so they went. Deeper into the jungle through the elevated walkways that the jungle dwellers decided to put up with the hopes of alleviating the tension between the metallic species on the rivers below.

First stop: Enterprise Plaza.

The structure was thankfully airconditioned, Agent E found himself sweating already only after a few minutes of walking at a steady pace. Both agents boarded boxes (the inhabitants call them elevators) that took them levels above the ground, and Agent J fumbled with the vast selection of buttons with numbers found inside these vehicles. The sentry fortunately wasn’t around to notice the agents’ rather awkward activity. They went through every floor, leaving their resumes that revealed their true identities.

Next stop: LKG Tower.

Agent E noticed the manifestation of these futuristic television shows that vainly attempt to imitate the technology already present in their homeworld. Poor species. We throw away what they only dream of having…, Agent E thought. Meanwhile, Agent J was too busy trifling with the controls to notice that they again missed a floor. They find it quite hard to adjust to their new world.

After a while, Agent J required oral sustenance. Agent E felt a coup d’etat deep down his innards. So they decided to meet up with one of their fellow agents, Agent L. Agent L has already infiltrated the corporate world and is working undercover as a research assistant for an organization that was so covert the other two didn’t even know the name. Agents E and J walked their way back through the now busy jungle, to Agent J’s metallic species. She has managed to tame the creature so Agent E wasn’t worried about it eating him alive… or them. They picked up Agent L and made their way to get something for lunch.

Noticing the number of creatures that have flocked the restaurants, the three decided to get white meat. KFC.

145pm. Agent L urged the two to take her back to her place of work, pointing out that her boss might notice her absence thus leading to the discovery of her true mission. They decided not to take the risk. So after leaving Agent J’s resume in a bank (probably to fund the three’s future plans of world domination), Agent L was delivered back to her workplace.

Both agents came to a decision that they should go back to their foster homes before anybody notices their presence. As soon as they reached the large river, Agent E got off Agent J’s car and got his ride home inside a bigger metallic creature.

That night, two unsuspecting call center companies called up Agent E. He passed both phone interviews and was scheduled for an exam in the next two days.

To be continued…

Being the couch potato.

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eehgow
on July 10, 2004
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Know those movies where the good guy saves the day with just a pair of pliers trying to decide which wire would stop the bomb from ticking away? Know why it’s always the red wire? And why do they always have only a few seconds away before the timer reaches zero yet still manage to run across the whole block before the bomb actually explodes? Know why do they prefer digital LED timers over the analog ones? And why do these villains give time for the good guys to defuse it?

I dunno either…

I could be the bomb (figuratively. maybe literally. Hah. I wish.), presenting tons of multi-colored wires that could make or break the whole supposedly action flick. And with just one wire to defuse the bomb, can the protagonist take the risk of blasting himself/herself to pieces by impulsively choosing his/her favorite color over the oh-so-obvious RED one?

Or I could be the good guy (Self-proclaimed good guy… nice.), who, after all the running-around-chasing-the-bad-guys-away-toting-heavy-arms thingy, ends up with just a common household tool, a pair of pliers, to save the day and get a medal of some sort afterwards. I just need a little help from the patriotism and nationalism department. A shrink would do in my case… one particular shrink.

Maybe I could also be the hero’s sidekick. Who always gets his butt whooped while the good guy’s throwing all his killer moves. Who always gets the second best girl in the movie, or worse, none. The character that’s considered as the walking joke, and manages to make the audience laugh even if he’s getting the time of his life being mugged. The one who makes sacrifices bigger than the Titanic (now how did that ship got in here?!). All for the sake of the main dude. In the end, he was the one who chickened out on the bomb and urged the hero to run like hell. Correct me if I’m wrong, but this never happens in the movies. Why? Because the sidekick got killed earlier by one of the bad guy’s cohorts, thus leading the hero in a fit of rage and starts trashing around their hideouts, killing every moving thing in sight. What if it was the leading lady who got killed… or if he caught her cheating on him, going out with the sidekick, and gets them both (she and the sidekick) killed eventually? Talk about twisting plots.

Or the villain maybe? Maybe I don’t want to right now… but sometimes (or most of the time) I do. I just want to go around killing people related to the hero, going on a joy-ride whilst using M-16s on people as if they were hair, and the guns being the CFC-type hairspray (I have something against CFCs, styros and people tearing them out). Yeah, that feels nice. Busting the living crap out of everyone just because you want to. The good guys will be onto you, who cares?! You’ve got enough firepower to create “judgement day” right in your own backyard.

I could be the timer…

Analog or Digital,

…I still count.



I found my own post too profound, I couldn’t even bring myself to a certain feeling of content.

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I found the getting-over song I can sing all throughout the day yet still feel good somehow. Heard it over the radio while I was doing this entry. I don’t know if it’s the lyrics or the beat that got me…


IS SHE REALLY GOING OUT WITH HIM?

_Joe Jackson

Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street

From my window I’m staring while my coffee grows cold

Look over there! (Where?)

There’s a lady that I used to know

She’s married now, or engaged, or something, so I am told

Is she really going out with him?

Is she really gonna take him home tonight?

Is she really going out with him?

‘Cause if my eyes don’t deceive me,

There’s something going wrong around here

Tonight’s the night when I go to all the parties down my street.

I wash my hair and I kid myself I look real smooth

Look over there! (Where?)

Here comes Jeanie with her new boyfriend

They say that looks don’t count for much

If so, there goes your proof

Is she really going out with him?

Is she really gonna take him home tonight?

Is she really going out with him?

‘Cause if my eyes don’t deceive me,

There’s something going wrong around here

But if looks could kill

There’s a man there who’s more down as dead.

Cause I’ve had my fill

Listen you, take your hands off her head

I get so mean around this scene

Is she really going out with him?

Is she really gonna take him home tonight?

Is she really going out with him?

‘Cause if my eyes don’t deceive me

There’s something going wrong around here

I therefore conclude that if you really want to get over someone, shift sounds to the 80’s. Sheesh.