Nugatory ramblings

Nothing new at all. My dog pissed on my bed. Again. What in the seven hells is going on with Cenko? I don't know what it is he can smell on my goddamn bed. I mean, it's not majestically nice and comfy; it's old, a tad smelly, lumpy and heavy. Sure, he was born in my bed when Chewy had decidedly gone into labour surrounded by my pillows. Throwing a tantrum was my specialty but mom was adamant back then that it would be difficult to transfer the dog so with the authority of primogeniture I ousted my sister's right on her bed atop mine and slept on it. That's the often situation for the past days whenever I had to vacate my bed because of dog piss. Anyway the sun obviously has not been shining throughout the archipelago for several days and it's making me barmy. I have yet to grill my bed under the smouldering heat so with a pathetic sense of scientific eureka, I turned my octogenarian laptop on and had it simmered atop the piss spot with the hard drive's heat eventually drying the wetness. Poor replacement for the sun's natural heat, I know, but it's the best alternative I can think of so there.

Before the internet went down I was able to check my email and saw that I was called up for an interview in a call center cum english online tutorial center for Monday in Ortigas. I'm not sure if I'm going to show up but I might as well since it has been a week and despite continuous online applications, job opportunities are still dried up. It's going to be a double purpose too since I have to buy a baptism gift for Ate Gigi and Kuya Ferdi's son for next Saturday's party. Richard and I agreed to share a gift with his ingenious nicking of a French kiddie book partnered with a For Babies CD. Banters thrown about, we could also choose Kris Aquino and her son's We Are One collection. Richard and I won't probably be invited to the reception if ever. Imagine having a Buddhist for a godmother. Come to think of it, I am a godmother to 4 baby boys, Ate Gigi's son accounted for; is it fate giving me the golden finger that I shall only guide snivelling prats into adulthood? Perhaps, seeing as I'd rather join a rough and tumble episode with those kids at any rate than play dollhouse.

Mysteriously or not, Stevenson's Kidnapped is, well, kidnapped. It has been missing for several days already and it's not as if our house is a piano nobile to be unable to find it. I'm just practising my right to indolence. That declared, I've decided to read John Berendt's The City of Falling Angels. Review or what decent prose I can justify about the book shall be published after I'm done with it. It won't be long enough I assure you, I started reading seriously just this afternoon and I'm already halfway through. Considering my very active book reading libido, I shall say that I am proud of myself for eating half of the book in a short period of time. Back then in college, I can finish even a thick book in one sitting, nonetheless it's futile to stack what-ifs.

With the lack of internet, I've decided to explore Ubuntu out of ennui. It has been my running OS for several months already and this would be the first time that I have to sniff around for something exciting since if you know me personally, even the most trivial of novelties can make me happy. Anyway, all I ever did was customize the appearance of my overall theme using black and add and edit some widgets on my panel. I have to say though that the Fish widget is the ace of them all; pointless accessoire without a doubt from its About tab to the simple animation; clicking on Wanda, the animated swimming fish, would present you with a fortune cookie surprise from bad puns to quotable quotes. It's lovely, you can change the animation from a goat to a monkey or even a clock but I prefer the original Wanda the Fish. I would've named her Horace but her eyelashes are too feminine looking to be renamed as a male.

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.