Go home

My dog fucking pissed on my bed, only realizing it too late to strangle him to asphyxiation. I had to sleep in my sister's bed and suffer a night long nose irritation with continuous sneezes and sniffing. It was hell; I kept twisting and turning for two hours despite listening to Muse. Even Matt Bellamy cannot save me sometimes.

Right, so yesterday came the not so surprising news of Xabi Alonso transferring to Real Madrid after too much drama and grief. Liverpool fans are already consigning Real to the nth level of perdition for nicking their precious midfielder; the question often posed of why would Alonso choose Real amongst other Spanish clubs run abound. For one, I don't think other Spanish clubs are interested in buying Alonso, they would've joined the bidding otherwise or at least proclaimed an interest. Secondly, Real Madrid under Perez's new era is establishing itself with enough pelf to incite anger and injustice in the football world by purchasing almost a new squad this season. Granted, it would not guarantee a golden ticket to the CL finals nor the La Liga title nonetheless, that's what coaching and continuous training are for. If Cristiano Ronaldo and Sergio Ramos could not agree on what hair products to use or if Paris Hilton got enough technique for a one night stand, then so be it. But I'm obviously digressing. The bottom line is, Xabi wants to leave the club for whatever reasons he may have. Real Madrid has the money Liverpool needs so emotional outbursts aside, I think it's fair that he goes to a good club instead of being dumped in some corner like Deportivo.

From what I've read most, football fans consider Real Madrid as the Manchester United of Spain, something that is too criminal to be even taken seriously. Real Madrid is not a jerry-built team nor does it buy fugly players. They got tons of accolades throughout their years and like it or not, no other club has yet to make that kind of mind blowing history. And no, my mouth is not uneducated enough to sprout curses.

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I'm having a Serbisyong Pilipino campaign where I edit and organize the blogs of my friends. That's how bored I am. It rained the whole day and my bed has yet to get acquainted with the sun. That means I'll sleep in my sister's bed again. Oh, the horror.

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Pass on, move on

With the La Liga and the football season starting in a few weeks, everybody's on their toes with the last trickle of transfer rumours. Apparently, Real Madrid's overwhelming signings for this upcoming season seem to be the root of the gossip mill for this summer. From Cristiano Ronaldo's highest paid transfer to the volleying negotiations Real Madrid is having for Liverpool's midfielder, Xabi Alonso. Personally, from Xabi's reluctance to stay at the red club and Real's unrelenting bids, I would let the player go instead of forcing him to play again for Liverpool for another season and have an eternal tiff with Rafa Benitez. Florentino Perez's stand on not meeting up with Liverpool's offer is making everything complicated. Adam's take on the Xabi Alonso Transfer Issue has a more accurate take on it. Not to mention the rather vitriolic response some Liverpool fans are throwing at my club with the final offer proposed.

Nothing but the good

In a little more than two decades of living, I have had witnessed enough tragedies and accomplishments this world has ever known. A dead pope, 2 dead Philippine presidents, 2 People Revolutions, a black man in the White House, Michael Jackson dying too young and Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie producing children. Waking up to the news of Cory Aquino dying is as surprising as a wet pavement on an August day. She's been suffering from cancer for almost a year and I think she, or anyone else, would have been better off dead than be confined in a hospital relying on an arsenal of machines with your family on the brink of tears every time you open your eyes. I might be a bit short of compassion but it was a tad depressing that people on the streets don't seem to project some empathy for a dead former president. I was never born to delve in Philippine politics and I may not know enough to exalt Aquino but I think we owe her some prayer or two for the people revolution. It's as bad as that hydrocephalic kid being pimped at MRT stations. I've seen him (or it might've been a her) for like two years already and I wish for nothing more than him/her to die than to be pandered around for alms. It's pathetic and it's a moot point to even question adults' alibis for such; that kid does not deserve that treatment and it would've been better if that guardian died somewhere in a gutter right about now.

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My last day in the office consisted of boredom, boredom and boredom. I obediently passed my work to my colleagues, left enough emails to clients to ensure a suave transition of correspondence and cleared my clearance before 6pm. I'd like to attest that I am pretty much well loved with the card B gave me and the box carrot cup cakes that I simply adore that L promised me. The boss joked a "good riddance" comment the day before and I cannot agree more on my side of the world. She would've been a good riddance too if not for the Powers That Be that bargained her now demoted tenure for an innocent bystander. Changes will be implemented and gossip will flourish. I can't say I was not saddened by my departure but the future of being free from the company's clutches surpassed my doubts.

Work is still far from the reach of my grubby hands. I'm thinking of enrolling for a master's degree if my financial instability can support me. I am simply burned out. I don't know where to apply to despite reiterating that I would enjoy wreaking havoc in a money producing government agency. It's like being a fresh graduate all over again. Undecided and in limbo.

Savour the flavour

As much as I would love to see my superiors biting the dust a few days before I hit the axe, I am now befuddled as to where my resignation might bring me to. Sure the operations review held some amazing results and it was all capitalized "SUCK IT UP LOSERS" but with the HR Director gone I don't know to whom I can run to do my clearance. Perhaps to that hot flashing Finance Manager or the left behind, downright stupid whore of an assistant who loves to suck it up to the bosses? I don't really know. My back pay is still light years away from my grubby hands I'm sure. It would've been better if I were part of that retrenchment batch with the package. Nonetheless it was a brilliant move that the Powers That Be had never imagined. It has shaken up the tree of dependency in the company but I'm sure with all the cost cutting done barely within 2 months, luck will bring forth a bunch of fresh faces and disease-free employees.

I skipped office today since I am downright tired and sick of loafing in the office again. The workload has died down and I've been merely reading tons of gossip and fanfiction online. The tension in the department is palpable enough to make our paranoid boss well, more paranoid. It's pathetic. Monday will be the start of my last week with them. I have never felt more excited than this, personal financial crisis be damned. An officemate mentioned to me earlier that the top boss will meet with our department before 6pm. Alas, the one thing I have been looking forward to is going to happen without me in it. The sad thing is our own boss will be with us all the way. Obviously, would it be possible for the staff to be able to speak freely without their boss breathing down their necks? I thought so.

Ma Yogi Bear (23 avril 2009 - 21 juillet 2009)

Mom brought her to the vet early this morning because she was already too weak. Vet said even if she were to be confined, she might still not make it. Mom sent me a text a few minutes before lunch informing me that Yogi's dead. I thought it was a joke, which is often the case whenever one of our dogs is sick. I called up mom and her crying and mumbling more than confirmed what I feared; I have never seen nor heard my mom mourn like that. I had to slide down the wall and clench my jaw to stop myself from weeping. I lost the energy to work which led to my undertime.

It sucks. She is the 3rd female pup that died in our house.

To live and die for music

C'est saison de meme! I'm just plain bored. I slept like a sealed pharaoh for 3 hours and I was rather hoping that it would've continued until morning however obviously, was not the case.

Nicked this from Lante then posted this on my old blog back in 2007 then I'm trying for better luck this time.

On vas!

Here’s how it works:
1. Open your library like iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod and so forth.
2. Put it on shuffle.
3. Press play.
4. For every question, type the song that’s playing.
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button.
6. Don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool. (Yes, however I can press the next button again if it stops by my French lessons obviously. I don't think anyone can benefit from me yakking about the difference between peux and veux, yes?)

Can I like put this meme on all of my Muse songs only? No? Fine but if I get songs from my sister's side of my music chest I'm going to strangle her. Feel free to get this, after all it's for everyone's enjoyment.

On vas!


1. Opening Credits: Save it for Later - Splender - The Best of Splender
Haven't heard of this song from the band yet although I love their melody.

2. Waking Up: Risingson - Massive Attack - Mezzanine
Love MA as much as I love Faithless. They produce a cooler aura-like environment whenever I listen to them. First time to hear this too, I prefer 100th Window.

3. First Day at School: Mutante Médiatiques - Prototypes - Génération Française 6
One of the cool songs of GF6. I actually like this and it's just now that I now the title since whenever I listen to this album it's always on the road with me trying to sleep.

4. Falling in Love: Waltz no. 9 in A Flat Major op.69/1, "L'adieu" - Mozart - Kleine Stüke Großer Meister
One of my favourite pieces on this album because I can hum with it. However with it being part of L'adieu I don't think it's apt to be in this "falling in love" category.

5. Fight Song: Thoughts of a Dying Atheist - Muse - Absolution
Not really one of my favorite songs of this album although it's catchy and I like the lyrics. I would've preferred Plug In Baby for a fight song.

6. Breaking Up: Home (live) - Elliott Yamin - American Idol Season 5
I like Elliott way back from the AI season; I can't say anything about this category though since I haven't endured such travesty as of date.

7. Prom: D'you Know What I Mean - Oasis - Be Here Now
Not really that fond of Oasis although with my trend based on how I like music artists, they should be one of my faves by merely checking Liam and Noel Gallagher's ego heights. Prom, in addition, was not that special although my friends and I back in high school thoroughly enjoyed panning our classmates and fomenting gossip.

8. Life’s Ok: Amazing - Kanye West feat. Young Jeezy - 808s & Heartbreak
Finally, a perfect match. Love this song and I'm in love with the then-rapper now-singer Kanye. Admittedly, I haven't listened past this track on his latest album. I've always been selective of his songs and I simply consider College Dropout one of the best albums in the universe. I'm exhausted, barely breathing/Holding on to what I believe in~

9. Mental Breakdown: I Don't Want To Be - Gavin de Graw - Chariot Stripped
Anna initially introduced me to Gavin de Graw back in college and I liked him for the reason that he's not like any other pimp like John Mayer (who loves cheesy double entendres--you're body is a wonderland? goodness) and he's not that famous in the country. Anna got a copy of this album with the toned down songs in the Stripped version. I absolutely adore his A Change Is Gonna Come version.

10. Driving: Crestfallen - Smashing Pumpkins - Ava Adore
I still owe Billy Corgan & Co. some hours of dedication to their music. Just by listening to their eponymous first single of the album, I think it already justified why it's one of the best albums the Pumpkins produced. Dark, electronica with Corgan's signature wailing.

11. Flashback: Alejate - Josh Groban - Josh Groban
Is this Italian? I couldn't even be buggered to check what language Groban is crooning. It's a perfect song to go maudlin, I'd say. Soothing with the barrier of not knowing the lyrics for one to interpret it the way it merely sounds.

12. Getting Back Together: Your Soul Today - Chris Cornell - Carry On
I can forgive any wrongdoing Cornell had even with his cheesy line from Heaven's Dead. I still think he's better off with Audioslave than as a single artist though.

13. Wedding: Mondo Bongo - Joe Strummer & the Mescaleros - Mr. & Mrs. Smith Original Soundtrack
Appropriate if you want that spicy, somewhat sadomasochistic type of relationship. I like the film because the tension and the spark are there and it's a no brainer movie and I get to see Brad's bum. What more can you ask for?

14. Birth of a Child: Alive - Pearl Jam - MTV Unplugged
I think it's perfect in a haunting and sublimated form considering it's Vedder's lifestory.

15. Death Scene: Save Tonight - Eagle-Eye Cherry - Desireless
If you're of the same age range as I am and you grew up as an MTV baby then you would've recognized this song in an instant. I adored this way back and I've always considered Eagle-Eye as a cool artist.

16. Funeral Song: Lightning Crashes - Live - The Very Best of MTV Unplugged
I'm not that fond of this song despite many Live fans disagreeing to it, however I appreciate the sentiment Ed Kowalczyk's masterpiece.

17. End Credits: Time is Running Out - Muse - Absolution
Because I am in love with Matt Bellamy at the moment, they deserve two slots in this meme. Have you seen the video for this song? He cleans up nicely and he's fucking sexy as hell atop the table. Dom looks dapper with his old hairdo. First time I loved this song was the live version in their HAARP concert, when I listened to the studio version I was totally blown away by Matt's suave voice.


Oh I'm not familiar with half of the songs picked here. I got more than 3,000 songs but I only listen to a third of it or something.

Cracking no more

I came home late last night from an infuriating and energy-sapping reunion my mom and her long standing officemates held. Apparently, my godparents from the States just came back to process some papers and my mom and other set of godparents saw it fit to have a reunion and bring their offspring with them. Sure, it's good to see my godparents--I got some bucks and chocolates--but the excruciating half day of gossip from the women's side and apparently their husbands' side (since dad and my godfathers are all chums) I was left to make chitchat with another left-in-the-corner-child. I initially was dubious about joining my mom since I felt exhausted from the moment I woke up but knowing her nagging capabilities, she would've skinned me alive if I was not able to meet up my long-seen godparents; to think we're still in the middle of a tiff which generated a much longed silence in the house. I had a great time chomping on sugpo which left me itching without an anti-allergy med at hand. After much stilted conversation about first job blues we were ushered upstairs to take a nap which we both needed. She, because she just got back from her call centre work and I, because after field checking the school at Proj.4 for my civil service exam next week and being stuck in Gateway due to the damn rain, was petered out. It just so happens that before I got to the almost-dilapidated high school I was weakly accosted by a codger in the jeep who apparently wants my number and name and give it to someone he knows abroad so I can have a good life just like his kids. Oh and lest I forget, I could have an American husband (because according to him, Americans are fond of lovely Filipinas. I don't know if I should be insulted that I might look like a Pinay bimbo in my shirt and jeans or the octogenarian merely based his implications on his standard). In the vernacular, nearly-there bugaw was what had happened. It wasn't freaky as it was amusing because it's been a long time since I tried mapping out on my own and having a weird conversation or two with a stranger.

Anyway after returning to the mall, I decided to take out a meal from Burger King and decidedly checked lip balms at Beauty Bar. Curse the country for not importing Carmex now that I need it the most. Very fortunate though that I spotted a huddle of lip balms on a table which is beeswax based (the very thing I've been looking for) and half the price of the goddamn Burt's Bee lip balm which upped its price to almost 40% (so fuck them and capitalization). Good thing it's effective as Burt's Bee although it lacks the mint and the aftertaste, although not as good as BB's, is leaps better than of Chapstick.