Wednesday, September 28, 2005 

Staring Again

I saw the beautiful girl at Finch station today. The one with the iPod.

She's reading a very thick book.
And that's a pretty heavy-looking backpack
Yeah, I know. She must be a student.
She's too old to be highschool, so, you're thinking university or college?
I don't see a crest anywhere or a coat of arms. Cliché tells us froshies usually wear their uni's name somewhere on their person.
Maybe she's not frosh?
Still though, even if she is a senior, that'll be four years.
Four years is nothing. Isn't five our cut off?
It is indeed.
So say something.
What? 'I like your book, would you marry me?'
It'd be better than staring again.
Three buses have come and she hasn't gotten on any of them.
She's waiting for someone.
Yeah, she's waiting for you to make a move.
Don't be ridiculous.
I'll be as ridiculous as I want to be. Do something.
The bus is here and it's not full.
You're still staring.
I know.

Monday, September 26, 2005 

State of the Blog Parliamentary Address

There has been precious little time in the past couple of weeks for me to write a complete, interesting entry on this, my blog. Most of what I've written are all still in the draft stages. However, as this week goes on I will be devoting time to think, write, and edit. For now I hope you're happy with a couple of brain farts from people far more eloquent than I. I especially recommend reading the Taylor Mali rambling.

 

"People who meander breafly through your life and change you forever"

I had read the following write-up exactly one week after my 24th birthday. It resonated with me then and it resonates with me now. I pray to goodness that my "Angelas" are safe and happy.

You can find the original at everything2.com.

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Maybe this is an ubiquitous experience, but it amazes me (in a wonderful way) that these kind of people exist. I suspect that there are many people out there like this, who due to the chance occurance of having just the right characteristics, and being in the right place at the right time have an influence approaching Ta'veren. Or maybe these people are influential and changing in and of themselves, wreaking negative change or positive growth in everyone they meet. Regardless, it could a pretty scary concept, I think.

For me, it was a girl I came to know this past year, who for purposes of nostalgic narration, I'll call Angela. I don't know exactly how to tell this story, but I'll go about it chronologically, because it makes the most sense. I met her after yoga one night. She was the kind of person who stands out in a crowded room, and I had seen her for several weeks. One night, she introduced herself to shy little me without provocation. I began to start spending nights after yoga just sitting outside in the cool night air just talking to her about life and any little topic.

I am generally a very shy person. It's not that I'm not personable, or that I don't like people. On the contrary, I love people...and I would rather spend my nights in a coffee shop or in somebody's room just having a deep conversation than drinking, partying, or dancing. But, I've come to the conclusion that I'm a very hard person to get to know. I don't know what it was with Angela though. Something about her just put me at ease. I found her telling me all about her life, and her family, and her friends and I found myself reciprocating easily the same information I was usually careful to give out.

As the semester passed (yes, this is a college story, durnit!), we ended up randomly spending a lot of time together, as I got to be much closer friends with her, like eating meals, or going to get coffee (*smile*). There had always been a sort of flirty friendship going on the whole time. Nothing so overpowering that I thought her deep conversations were just because of that, but definitely something noticeable. Even through that, our openness continued, and we talked about how we felt about each other. We were open, and honest. We both came to the conclusion that we were attracted to the other, but weren't sure if we wanted a relationship, just that we'd see how things went and talk about it as we went. Normally, I'd feel like this would be a brush-off; from other people this would feel like a "let's just be friends" talk. But from her, it felt honest. Our semi-relationship quasi-friendship continued for a few weeks. It wasn't awkward, it was just as it always was. A few days later, she started telling me about this guy she had been attracted to a lot and had started to have a mini-crush on. To cut my wandering narrative short, she ended up going out with him a week or few later. But...I wasn't hurt. Nothing really bad really happened. That surprised me, more than anything...how clean, easy, simply...maybe even painless that revelation was. I honestly think it was the communication...having her actually talk to me about the way she felt about me, and the way she felt about other people. There wasn't anything hidden, or only brought up when it became an issue. That made all the difference.

But...she taught me what a friendship and what a relationship could be like. That there were people out there who were willing to be so trusting as to tell you directly what they thought of you. I'd never met somebody so willing to put all their cards on the table and deal straight-up with me. Although this node is called people who change you forever, I don't think I've been changed in such a way that I've found a new purpose in life or become an entirely new person. But, I see things in me now...a higher self-confidence, a larger trust in people, a greater faith in humanity, an ability to be more open with other people, and a definitely idea of what a relationship (in the most general sense) can be all about.

Yet now, as I think back, I feel forgotten by Angela already. I haven't talked to her in a while, but I feel my emails to her are partially unwanted. Or maybe she's just busy. (see: rationalization) Perhaps the portion of my life that touched hers wasn't so influential. I suspect it might have been a little, but I don't think I'll ever know the true extent. I can only hope that it has. Regardless, it amazes me that such a brief connection between two strangers can be so transforming. If everybody I met touched me so, I couldn't even imagine the kind of person that I would be. *smile* Maybe I'd even write better nodes...*grin*

Monday, September 19, 2005 

Short-staffed

FC, AK, CS are all away today. Much work for everyone else. We seem to be doing okay, but that's just me saying that and my head is swimming with numbers. Eight is looking at me funny. I think he and seven are planning on ganging up on me. I don't trust those guys...

Saturday, September 17, 2005 

"Totally like whatever, you know?"

By Taylor Mali
www.taylormali.com

In case you hadn't noticed,
it has somehow become uncool
to sound like you know what you're talking about?
Or believe strongly in what you're saying?
Invisible question marks and parenthetical (you know?)'s
have been attaching themselves to the ends of our sentences?
Even when those sentences aren't, like, questions? You know?

Declarative sentences - so-called
because they used to, like, DECLARE things to be true
as opposed to other things which were, like, not -
have been infected by a totally hip
and tragically cool interrogative tone? You know?
Like, don't think I'm uncool just because I've noticed this;
this is just like the word on the street, you know?
It's like what I've heard?
I have nothing personally invested in my own opinions, okay?
I'm just inviting you to join me in my uncertainty?

What has happened to our conviction?
Where are the limbs out on which we once walked?
Have they been, like, chopped down
with the rest of the rain forest?
Or do we have, like, nothing to say?
Has society become so, like, totally . . .
I mean absolutely . . . You know?
That we've just gotten to the point where it's just, like . . .
whatever!

And so actually our disarticulation . . . ness
is just a clever sort of . . . thing
to disguise the fact that we've become
the most aggressively inarticulate generation
to come along since . . .
you know, a long, long time ago!

I entreat you, I implore you, I exhort you,
I challenge you: To speak with conviction.
To say what you believe in a manner that bespeaks
the determination with which you believe it.
Because contrary to the wisdom of the bumper sticker,
it is not enough these days to simply QUESTION AUTHORITY.
You have to speak with it, too.

 

Mom's 50th Birthday Extravaganza

Adrenaline. That word and all it denotes and connotes accurately describes much of today's happenings.

Let's start from last night, around 20h00. I left work late because Dave asked me to put his closing numbers up. Which reminds me, I'm going to check it right now...

--->>>
Okay, just got from checking his sales numbers and I found a mistake. Sorry, David, but this is what happens when you ask me to do something late on a Friday afternoon the day before my mother's birthday. Like I didn't have enough fucking things on my mind. No more favours.
<<<---

I got home late last night, around 19:30, actually. Didn't have time for dinner, which is as per usual this week. I opened the door to my room, dropped my bag on the bed, picked up the car keys off the glass table and walked out of the house. Somewhere in-between all that I convinced JR to come with me.

We went to Staples #1 to look for an easel and some kind of board to put the picture of my mother on to; a poster for guests to wish her happy wishes. Went to Wal-Mart to check out prices. Went to Staples #2 to grab foam easel. They didn't have foam board. Will have to wait till the morning 'cause it's 21h00.

09h00
-got ready, packed up the car with everything we need for the party
10h00
-went to staples to pick-up foam board
10h30
- me, karen, jr, tita elma picked up merry, picked up flowers, got gas (almost ran out!)

11h30
-@ Mandarin
12h15
-mom was very surprised
-thanks amy, johnny, juliette, et al for coming
-met lots of people
-had a blast even though I was running around pretty much the whole time
-not eating while at a buffet, that was different

15h00
-left with armfuls of presents

16h00
-returned easel and foam board to staples. What? It's economical!
-picked up Tita Linda & Lola, dropped them off at different places

17h30
-rest

19h00
-arvin is really really tired
-guests arrive

19h30
-arvin is still tired, opening of presents
-LOTS OF PRESENTS!

231h55
It's the end of the day and like JR just said, today is was good and it was very "achy."

Thanks Jackie for coming! Appreciate it, girl!

Tuesday, September 13, 2005 

Rewind: September 12, 2005

"I don't always know what the right thing to do is, my Lord, but I think the fact that I want to please You pleases You."

I got that from Sports Night. Aaron Sorkin got it from... who knows. Probably God.

It popped into my head today 'cause well that's just how my head works. Things happen and I connect it with other things.

Might be I'm having a crisis of faith. Trying to do the right things but then I open the paper or the telly and hear all the bad things going on in My City. MY CITY! And I feel powerless to do anything about it.

The Problem of Evil. Bad things, good people. It's all just bad math. It doesn't equate.

And I can't do a damn thing about it.

Sunday, September 11, 2005 

Mandarin Part Two: Kenneth Roy


Kenneth Roy is so cute. He looks nothing like his parents, my cousin and her husband. That being said, I haven't really had much time with the tyke. Actually, today was the first time I'd met him and he is so cute. He did not throw up on me, so we're best buds.

It was a different Mandarin this time. What is it with my family and Mandarin? We give them so much business, we should get a discount.

Anyways.

Kenneth was baptized. He didn't look very holy to me. In fact, he was sleeping through most of lunch. I completely understand. After three hours with our priest you would want a nap too.

He looks like his Tito Arvin, he's so cute.

 

Table Tennis, Rated R

After two hours of hammering, screwing, nailing, banging, and other carpentry words that sound very dirty, the table tennis table is ready and willing to receive balls and paddles.

Table tennis sounds like a dirty sport.

Even the instructions were improper and hilarious and eerily arousing. "Insert rod B into nut-bolt F." "Make sure you were proper protection when handling power tools." Instructions were not satisfactory. I was swearing the whole time. Of course, some tables like swearing while being hammered.

Goodnight, folks!

Saturday, September 10, 2005 

Mandarin Part One: Tita Linda's Birthday

Tita Linda, JR's ninang, is older today.

We went to, you guessed it, Mandarin.

I love Mandarin.

There was so much food. And they were all good except for the feet soup. Sweet and Sour soup that tastes like feet. Karen loves it so. Hmm, fetish mayhaps.

The manager is so nice. Her name escapes me, but I do know that the assistant manager is Tony. They're helping us prepare my mother's party. I inspected the room and it met my specifications. It had tables and chairs. And it was right beside the food.

I can't wait till the party. ManOhManOhMan.

Oh, a parting advice to you all: Do not stuff your face full of roast beef and sushi, followed by a dessert bowl of M&Ms. My stomach is hating me right now.

 

Table Tennis

Sis is rearranging the basement as I type this. She's getting it ready for the new table tennis table father got for mother. She loves table tennis.

Dad and I went CT to scope out the table. Actually--don't tell anyone this--but the reason I went was to get mixing bowls. They were on sale, 3 for $10. They had cool rubberized bottoms so they don't slip while I mix my latest cake concoction. Anyway, I saw the table and promptly remembered Dad had plans to order an expensive one in a couple of weeks. He was ecstatic at the price. So off we went.

It was funny. I was looking for my bowls as he pushed the little cart looking for the table. I was laughing 'cause obviously he didn't know how big those tables are, especially the regulation-sized ones. I went off in search of my bowls. Upon my return to the sports section, bowl in hand

===tangent===>>>
I just saw the new arrangement and it blows. Two feet clearance is not enough. Elbows are sure to hit the walls. I told them, but does anyone listen to me? NOOOO. Anyway, easy fix. But still a freaking waste of time.
<<<===tangent===

Back to the story. Bowl in hand, I returned to find father talking to two customer service trolls. A blonde girl and an asian-looking dude. They were young but they sounded like they knew what they were talking about. Apparently, the tables are huge and will not fit into a minivan. They'll fit a truck nice and fine, but they're a tight fit even for one of those extended minivans. Not a big surprise there. But Dad still insisted that they would fit. An asian man with his son also insisted that it would fit in their minivan. "The seats are all flat and even," he protested as he made an flattening gesture with his arm. I snickered. Those tables are too damn big for an empty van, let alone one with its back seats still attached.

Blondie insists the tables are too big. Dad finally relents and says "We'll put it on the roof." I nod. The roof! I never thought of that. We hardly ever, in fact, we have never used the roof rack on the van. What a waste of money that was. After ensuring that we have cables to secure the load, Blondie tells asian CS guy to get two tables from the back

It took forever. Oh, and we did not have cables. So, had to buy that. I got so impatient waiting for the tables to arrive that I paid for my bowls and the cables, hoping to pass the time.

The box was huge. Asian dad and his son were surprised and disappointed. They only had one table left. And it was for us. Heh. Too bad for them. It's not like it would have fit in their van anyway.

It took a while to secure the box on the roof, but Dad's rope-tying skills are like a seaman's. Heh heh, seamen. Wild horses couldn't move that box off the van. Crazy wild horses with fangs and wings and claws coming out of their hooves. I was impressed.

Well, there's no hiding the box from mom so might as well assemble it tomorrow instead of her birthday. Perhaps she'll think that's our big present. Cool. She'll be totally blown away by The Perfect Ring.

 

SD500-less Revisited

Made another trek to another Best Buy today. This time, the young dude patrolling the camera section didn't have answers to any of my questions but he was kind enough to point me towards the Customer Service Department.

The nice CS lady, about 30-ish, heavy-set, with a "I've seen it all" look to her, she tried to help me out. She checked on her computers, even asked her manager, so I didn't have to. She came back with the same response as Simren.

I tried.

I could have spoken to a manager to complain and get my fifty dollar discount, or I could just give my business to G's friend. That is the best course of action as my sister just told me that she's also in the market for a new camera. I bet Alfred could help her out too. I've done The Math and, with accessories from Alfred being as cheap as they are, we could save a ton. Still have to pay fifty ducks more for the camera but The Math tells me that we save way more than that if we buy memory, cases, and extra batteries from Al.

The Math knows all. Trust The Math.

So I wait till Monday to get my camera. I can wait.

 

"Over There"

Have you seen this show? Oh. My. Goodness. It is so grossly graphic, very violent, and completely captivating.

Over There is about a group of soldiers stationed in Iraq. From the mind of Steven Bochco, it's no surprise it's such a great, grabbing, graphic show. This is, afterall, the guy who showed the world Dennis Franz's butt.

The first episode aired just a few minutes ago. In it we saw a mine taking a guy's leg and a grenade blowing a guy in pieces. Literally. But that's just the violent shite. What makes this show tick is the reaction of the soldiers. Their emotions, how they handle the stress of being in a war zone, how bad it is, how it gets to even the most inhuman of humans. It doesn't seem completely real, but do remember it is still entertainment. It's entertainment that tries to say something.

It's on every Wednesday at 9 pm on the History Channel, reruns Thursdays 12 am, Friday 10 pm, Saturday 2 am.

Watch it.

Friday, September 09, 2005 

SD500-less

I'm sad. When I read that it would be possible to save another fifty ducks on my camera purchase, I jumped with joy (as much as I could jump for joy, which really isn't that high a jump).

So I made the trek to Best Buy, smile on my face, coupon in my hand, and a skip in my step. Infront of the cameras, who do I happen to see but Simren, the nice Sales Associate that helped me last week. She recognized me and I told her that her prediction had come to fruition: I was going to buy a Canon. I asked her, hope in my heart, if I could price-match with Black's and use the coupon at the same time.

She said no.

My heart sank.

That was the end of my adventure for the day. I asked her about accessories. They were expensive compared to Henry's, and Henry's is expensive. Well, I am getting a discount with Henry's... Still, it's a shame that I couldn't save that extra fifty ducks.

But I'm not sad anymore, 'cause it's only money. I've been saving for a camera since last Christmas, I can wait a few more days and still have it ready for Mom's big birthday. Also, another plus: I got to watch and listen to Simren upsell me on accessories, warranties, and a bunch of other junk I didn't need. She's good. She almost had me. I might could place her somewhere in the future... Hmmm...

Thursday, September 08, 2005 

Welcome, True Believers

Apparently I have a larger audience than I initially thought. I now have five readers. Woo hoo! That's a full 20% increase. The Star, Globe & Mail, or *snicker*, the Sun would kill to get that kind of readership increase.

I rock.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005 

I'm Tired

Today was particularly tiring. My energy levels were way down and I don't understand why 'cause I got more sleep last night than monday night's hour and a half.

A new girl joined us this week too. Her name is Booboo. Yeah, her parents are weird. Actually, her name is Clarissa and that's gonna take some getting used to. Yes, I know that she's not The Clarissa, but the name... I'll just have to get used to it, is all. Just pray too goodness she ain't a Charissa.

I'm learning a lot, which is good. Fran is a great teacher. Fast, which is good 'cause I tend to get distracted easily. Oh look! A bird outside my window! Hello birdy! Don't go away! Oh... sucks. Where was I? Right, work.

Alex is hounding me to join him as part of the IT team. I'm seriously thinking about it. I don't know how good I would be but it seems like fun work. I think I'm pretty good on the phone, and I think I'm a good judge of character. I'm no Bill. I mean, I try to read micro-expressions and I've done plenty of book studying and people watching and observing--Heck, I've even read Dr. Paul Ekman's work (and I'm relatively sure the reading-people, detecting lies class Bill attended was headed by him)--but I just don't have the experience of reading people that I would like. But I'm trying and I'm learning.

And I feel like my mind is about to explode. Mom's birthday, getting my finances in order, getting ready for school, getting JR ready for school, organizing my life... it's all so overwhelming. Playing phone tag with the bank people and Fido and trying to find a printing place and finding the best deal on a camera and reading up on mutual funds, stocks, widgets, gidgets and knickknacks, and a bunch of other things I can't even remember any more. I feel I have no life right now. Which, surprisingly, doesn't bother me much. It's like that old quotation, "I've been waiting for my life to start that I didn't realize that I was living it." Living is tiring. But you can't really live when you're dead tired, can you?

Busy is better than the opposite. But busy is tiring. And hunger-inducing. My stomach is telling me to eat. Eating is tiring too. Mmm... tiring cake.

Sunday, September 04, 2005 

Laughing My Ass Off

We welcomed the Holy Mother Mary and the Santo Nino into our home today. This week our Block Rosary week, which pretty much means that we have to pray in front of the two statues every night. It's a yearly thing.

Throughout the welcoming blessing all I could think of as I stared into the Santo Nino's eyes was Rex Navarette and his comic set about the blessed figure. Growing up as a Filipino kid in California, he and his friends played with G.I. Joes and He-man action figures, toys that were primarily white or black guys in cool outfits with Karate Chop Arm Action©. Rex had no toy that represented his nationality, so he took the Santo Nino. The Santo Nino's cape enabled him to fly, the cane he held one hand was a sword while the other hand held a bomb!

I was laughing my ass of as I prayed. Yes, I am so going to hell. Damn you REX!

After that, I saw something interesting at Chapters. "How to Make a Baby." That's a great subtitle. It's so good, I can't even remember the name of the book. I was laughing all the way to the cash and out the door. Katherine, the cashier, must've thought I was nuts. I should have asked her to read the book with me.