Saturday, May 30, 2009

Kibitzing Today

Today I realized that if I tried reading all the blogs that seemed promising, enlightening, infuriating, in short interesting, I will need to fingercuff myself. This way my fingers will be limited only to moving the mouse around but won't have access to the keyboard therefore effectively preventing me from posting comments on other people’s voluntarily publicized private thoughts. In a moment of shameful epiphany, I realized that I might be (I still am not admitting this) a natural kibitzer. So Pinoy, no? "Para que ka pa naging Pilipino kung di ka tsismoso't usisero?"

Writing on my own blog doesn’t hold as much pleasure.

Oh well… Today, with much pleasure, I found out I was above shock from malignant narcissism. Is there a benign form of this?

Today I found out I couldn’t be a literary snob even if I tried. Not that I don’t have the time to read, but I’d rather be reading Marvel. Erudition and profundity are essential to the understanding of psi-blasts. I have no patience for anything less explicit.

Today I also realized that I’ve been living like days had 32 hours instead of 24. I’m sorely tempted to give blogging up. But I won’t. Maybe blogging will help me find my way back to a calling I’ve given up on. Plus, it's comforting to know that most bloggers have no respect for Spell Check, and even the best of them get their tenses all mixed up.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Personality Type

The Analytical Thinker

Parang tutuo na parang hindi naman. Nakakatuwa na nakakainis din. Absent-Minded Professor na Mad Scientist na may pagka-maniac ng konti pero sandali lang... tapos manhid uli?

Mababaw lang ang kaligayahan sa materyal na aspeto, at mas enjoy sa pagtuos ng mga bagay-bagay at kadahilanan ng kung bakit ang ibang adobo masarap, ang iba masabaw lang. Pwede.

Hindi ma-reach ng mga kasamahan sa work, aloof-aloofan. At galit sa walang humpay na daldalan ng mga kaopisina na wala namang ka-kwenta kwenta. Pwede.

Parang DSLR and utak, walang karanasan o kaalamang nalilimutan, pwera na lang kung forgettable talaga. Pwede.

O sya sya, AT na kung AT.

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Thursday, May 21, 2009

Happily Ever After

And that should be, happily EVERY after.

After a great dinner cooked with special care by a special someone.

After two rounds of dark mocha consumed over four hours of senseless and non-meaningful but extremely fun powwows of bitching around with like-minded people.

After sex, most specially.

In between, it's an entirely different story.

The one thing my Papa taught that stuck (everything else was in one ear and out the other) is that we were not born to be happy. The bawling after coming out of that dark smelly place is ominous. Because life is sad and often scary. It sucks. It's unfair. So deal with it and get on. The upside, he said, is that whatever happiness comes our way is always memorable and will be treasured forever, and that I should seize the moment and make the most of it.

Of course it took me half a lifetime to learn that lesson, but I learned it anyway. And that was after years and years of trying to create, generate, and otherwise fabricate conditions for making happiness happen. Like the endless nights out, and cramp-inducing retail therapy. Like snob coffee and snobbier nosh. Like iPods and digicams and laptops. Like cars and condos (both of which I don't have, nyahaha). Like climbing up the corporate winding staircase (ladders are for laborers, 'chos!). And sometimes, like desperately seeking the ONE that completes me.

Futile. Because the happiest moments happen when I least expect them. Like while reporting on the elasticity coefficient in 4th-year HS Physics, my uhog ballooned and popped. So, okay, mucus has a high coefficient. Pure joy, ya? And boy did I seize that moment. And so did my classmates.

A little bit wiser now, whatever happiness comes my way I take. After, I thank the divine alignment of probability fields that made such moments happen. And when these alignments don't happen, I wait for the next. Maybe it will happen while I run up and down the winding staircase, or maybe when I buy a 150 ml Creed tester for less than two thousand pesos. Who knows? I don't.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Disowning Tristan

Prompted by a confluence of a many things, I’ve been spending lots and lots of time lately reading blogs. Not the techie ones I usually read, which I mostly read in relation to work, but personal blogs. I used to not like them a lot, but one click led to another, and another, and another, and then I found myself reading the blog of BITC. I liked the posts so much that I think I read everything in his archives.

And because Tristan Tales was at the top of BITC’s Pozz-Friendly list, again I clicked. For reasons I still don’t understand I commented on Tristan’s posts and actually revisited to make sure he read them. I usually don’t.

I kept coming back, and my comments were getting longer and longer so against my better judgment I decided to make my own blog. All because one April day, I had so much fun disowning Tristan. And as he waits for the chance to disown me back and as a sign of my gratitude, I will give him all the chances to do so.

Thanks Tristan and BITC... sort of. =)

Blogs have stolen 10-12 hours a week of my time and I'm not entirely happy. But considering that I can't smoke while typing, you've already done me a lot of good. =)

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Laptops and Libido

Every day when on my home from work I never fail to get a raging hard on when I cross the border of Pasay and Paranaque, just before the SLEX tollgate. This erection would start the moment I descend from the Magallanes interchange.

I've never questioned the whys and wherefores of this event. It has nothing to do with whoever I was riding with at the moment, because when riding public transportation I'd still get the hard dick with or without visual stimulation. It has nothing to do with what I was thinking at that moment because I usually am too tired to do any thinking. Of course, the erection prompts erotic daydreams which I really don't classify as thinking. And the daydreams come during, not before.

My laptop backpack has given new meaning to the adjective multipurpose, and now includes hard dick concealer among its many uses.

The laptop, on the other hand, fulfills the opposite. For more than ten years now, computers have been the root of many erections.

So there's the bag, and there's the laptop and I have such a compartmentalized brain that while one carries the other, they are never mistaken for one and the same thing.

This is probably why I've never had problems navigating the corporate (sex) landmines, and also why I have two laptops. One for work, and one for anything other than.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

FLOG

I've spent endless, agonizing days (two days to be exact) thinking about what this blog should be, or become.

To my horror, it was becoming evident that if I don't stop myself, this will become a food blog and all my followers will be hands-on mothers who want to get their hands on my recipe for cinammon turon and twice-cooked lechon kawale. Not quite what I had in mind.

Wadahek, I'll write whatever I feel like writing on the day that I feel like writing it here. Except that given my bent for flagellation and self-flagellation (never physical, no worries), this thing here might become a FLOG.

But I like the concatenation so I'll go ahead and say FLOG when people ask me what kind of blog I write. Short for food blog. Or Fritong itlog. Or flaging tulog. The possibilities are endless.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Just Because

Because I can, I will.

That's always been the story of my life.

I have no agenda, no special topics close to my heart, no worthy cause to advocate. Or maybe I have, who knows. And they might become evident as this blog grows.

But really, I'm doing this because I can. And if this blog dies because I don't take care of it, it's because i believe in the natural extension of my credo.

Because I can't, I won't.