First time… again

In my attempt to consolidate my previous blogs, I’m posting below random pieces I have written in the past. I’ll ulitmately delete those past blogs I have abandoned to do my share in cleaning up the cluttered cyberspace.

First entry (posted some time August 2004)

I cannot think of a better title so I ended up with the most apt title for this very first entry.

This is already my third attempt at writing and maintaining a blog.

Thanks to my procrastination and sheer laziness. I cannot promise that this will be my final one, but I’ll try my very best to get this going this time.Thanks to Douglas Bowman for the template I’m temporarily using for my blog. I’ll improve on it as soon as I learn HTML (yes, I don’t know how).For the mean time, I’ll write some rambling since I don’t have anything sensible to say.

I browsed over some blogs yesterday, and reading the entries prompted me to recreate another one of my own, again hoping to send my message across cyberspace and, who knows, even have a following soon. I found nothing inspiring in their entries (no offense), but these are people who are living busy lives (one is a computer guy, I think, and the other was a law student) yet they still squeeze in the time and have the dogged discipline to write. I’ve been doing practically nothing for the past four months after I graduated from college, so giving the excuse of “not having the time” is an unforgivable lie.

As an aspiring writer, I have a set of favorite writers whom I follow, look up to, and try to emulate. If you follow them as well, you might observe that my writing style (if ever I have such) is somehow influenced by these word-weavers. Let me list them, in no particular order:

Conrado de Quiros – writes a column (There’s the Rub) in the Opinion pages of the Philippine Daily Inquirer; has a huge following from the young and not-so-young alike. I find his style “gloomy,” yet thought-provoking. I find it a “literary experience” reading his essays.

Jose “Butch” Dalisay, Jr. – I’ve shook hands with this guy (yeah, big deal!). He’s a “variety writer” (there are variety stores and variety shows, right?), and he particularly gives lessons on English and writing in his column “Penman” during Mondays in the Arts and Culture Section of the Philippine Star.

Isagani Cruz – writes Separate Opinion (guess which section) for the Inquirer. He writes in a very consistent and impartial manner. He’s a retired justice, by the way.

Paolo Alcazaren – as a planning student, I could and should relate to this guy. He gives sound pieces of advice (which unfortunately fall on deaf ears) on urban planning and development, architecture, the natural and built environment. He writes “Citysense” in the Modern Living Section of the Philippine Star on Saturdays. He gives sarcastic remarks, but he cannot help it. If you’ve been living in the Philippines for quite some time, you’ll see what I mean.

Alya Honasan- writes for the Sunday Inquirer Magazine. “Stylish” (thuh?!) feature writer.

John Grisham – you know who he is. I humor myself that I’ll become a damn good lawyer someday, so as early as now, I should be familiar with the Fifth Amendment, Fifth Circuit, and the jury system. Touché! Wait, for awhile I forgot I’m living in the Philippines and would like to study and practice law here. I rest my case.

Stephen King – only because he wrote On Writing. I read Pet Sematary back in grade six, and from that time on, I always have second thoughts of reading horror stories again. (Cheels, pare!)

Jan Andrew Zubiri – hep! Don’t click on the “X”at upper right-hand corner of this window. He’s a good writer in the making. Others have described him as “a damn good writer,” “writes consistent and coherent paragraphs,” and “has a potential in writing.” By the way, they’re mostly his friends who wouldn’t want to offend him.My dear friends and fans, this is all for now. I’ll try to write (more) sensible insights in the days to come, that is, if I’ll be able to get this blog gig going.


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Up and running

Alas, after some frantic password-guessing, I found this very first blog I created back in 2003. Three years hence, I’m reviving this blog and maintain it once and for all. I tripped upon the two other blogs I have created and some blogs of my friends/officemates, and I’m starting to get gnawed with that feeling what may be most religious bloggers have been bitten. I think it’s the thrill of staying virtually known and being around, yet still maintaining the anonymity. Magulo ba? =P

I’ll try to consolidate the blogs I have begun (and never updated) in this blog, and give blogging another chance, once and for all.

Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas!

I turned 20 last week. The day before, I somehow felt down, though I cannot really pin down the reason for my melancholy. Maybe the idea of going past “teenhood” had not sunken in yet, or maybe because I wasn’t celebrating my birthday with my family. Well, maybe not. It’s irritating how the World AIDS Day coincides with my birthday. Anyway, celebrating my 20th year of existence on this planet the following day turned out fine. One friend even commented I looked “mabango” and “maporma,” not knowing it was my birthday.

Chowking (groan, not again) was the venue of my not-so big blowout. My friends and housemates feasted over lauriats, gulamans, and wanton noodles (for long life!).

The brightly lit Carabao Park, which I consider a spin-off of the Baywalk concept, was our next destination. One should not miss to cross the bridge to get a different feel of the floating “Belen” and the entire experience.

Coincidentally, cool crisp air enveloped the evening of the first day of December, one of the many signs that Christmas is indeed just around the corner. Other symptoms of the Yuletide season are the bazaars mushrooming just about everywhere, and the conflicting schedules of Christmas parties. Though there are more meaningful and other reasons for celebrating this event.

Merry Christmas!

Things people said after they learned FPJ is running for Prexy:

Living up to the title of the “text generation” so-called, I and my housemate went into a frenzy of sending text messages after FPJ announced his intention to run for the highest government post in the country (shivers).

These are the replies we got, in no particular order:

1. Siyeet! (short and simple!)

2. Let us process our passports;
Pag manalo siya, I’ll migrate na lang sa ibang bansa;
Mag aabroad na lang ako. (These came from three different people)

3. GOD SAVE THE PHILIPPINES! (Is it the end of the world?)

4. We need to pray hard that we will not commit the same mistakes- only prayers can save us. (Desperate?)

5. ‘Di tumakbo siya. Kahit sino pwede tumakbo. Kaya lang nakararami ang voters na bobo dito sa atin. (ouch!)

6. He’s obviously a puppet. Hay. Ang puppet masters mga wala din kwenta. Grabe. We need educated thinking voters. (Grabe talaga!)

Enough said!

My Apologies

To all my avid readers (if there are any, hahaha! dream on!):

I apologize for my long silence on my blog. I was and continue to be busy attending to academic demands (naks!).

I’ll try to catch up with my writing.

I submitted an article for a call for contributions I got from one of the e-groups I am a member of. It’s about an account of what happened on our way to Edsa back in 2001. I’ll keep my fingers crossed, and hopefully it gets included in the book.

Wish me luck!

On Call Centers

I called up this number of Time Asia to inquire about the billing of our subscription to the said magazine. An automated voice answered me on the other end of the line. It took me a second more to think, process, and decipher what the lady was saying since she had this Chinese accent even if she was speaking in English. After waiting for other “options,” I pressed “1” since she already started speaking Chinese (I think) after explaining my option “1”.

A piped in music greeted me after pressing the number, and another lady, the CSR (customer service representative), was surprisingly talking to me with a British twang. (she said something like Hilauw?).

The idea of the proliferation of call centers in our country crawled into my mind as I transacted my business to the lady. As I was speaking to her, something was telling me she is one of the many who just joined the call-canter bandwagon, and that she is a Pinay who has acquired the accent through training and practice. I have a personal dislike to the job, as it attracts the many graduates who spent four precious years of their lives earning a degree, and they will end up in a cell center.

I can’t blame them with all the perks the job offers—a hefty starting salary, a promise of promotion (to what position, I can only ask. I think it’s a dead-end job), and other tempting benefits–health, recreation, 18-month salary, etc).

I know the people who jumped into this new professional ”trend” are just being practical. During these trying times, no one seems to have the right to choose the job one had in mind back when they were still confined in the four walls of the classroom.

I and my mom went to visit Lolo, Lola, and Auntie Josie today at Loyola Memorial Park. The bus ride from Las Piñas to Baclaran was a breeze!. The road was almost clear one could do ten push-ups in the middle.

I won’t be surprised if their ghosts will pop up in front of us anytime soon. We had a hard time locating their lot, and the heat of the sun didn’t make it any easier. Though we found it eventually after my mom went to the office and did some (soul?) searching.

We went to Quiapo and attended Sunday Mass there. I particularly like Quiapo Church because it of its architectural design and it’s spacious. But it reached its capacity this morning because it was packed to the hilt!

We went to R. Hidalgo to look for the camera shops where it is said that it’s cheaper there. Finding the shops was challenging, since we were at the wrong end of the street, and to top it all off, we found out they were closed!

Home was our next destination.