Thursday, October 25, 2007

Goodbye my Gilmore

Let me prep you up first, that this is an emotional entry. And slightly cheesy. Ahh come' on just read. I was running home last night. I have to beat that 8:30 pm deadline of me getting home. My sister sent me a text telling me her friend wants a book returned which is, at that time, inside my bag. My bag is on my lap. My lap paralleled to the not so comfortable seat of the bus. The bus is stacked in traffic. I am stacked in traffic. Darn, I'm sure my sister is red mad. And a lot more darn! I think ill miss the season finale of Gilmore girls… I decided to just do the legwork towards home. I did not catch my sister at home. My mom said she left early. I did catch Gilmore girls though. Its really the final episode. The episode that made me cry like a baby ( yeah, its too queer, you'll say and yeah, hell too soft.). I had a real hard time hiding myself in the room. I ate dinner in the bed just see every inch of the episode. The whole of Stars hallow gave Rory a surprise graduation party con 'Von voyage.' Rory will leave for Iowa to work as a reporter for a prominent online magazine. Luke and Loryly got back together. The Gilmore grandparents showed their cheesy emotions for the first time. I cried. I cried. Is it really farewell for my girls? I've been watching this series for 4 years. I even watch re-runs on holidays. It will never be same without the fast-mouth-talkers of Stars hallow. It will never be the same with out the Gilmores. Its just a series. Let it go. Just a series that made me realize how wonderful it is to live simple life in the suburbs. Just a series that made me go eye-locked to Alexis Bledel(Rory). Just a series. The last time I cried for the farewell of a TV show was for Trump Family Singer ( yeah the cartoons.) I just like programs with values and subtle humor. Well, reality checks in. Got to move on without my girls. They too have to move on without me. Anyways, I have my new girl now. Betty's coming up. It's time to laugh!

The world is lame

Oh well, long time no blog. i don't know, maybe I'm just so full of good things to write about but ideas are just not enough. Until yesterday, on my way home. I am riding this not so fine vehicle on my way home. it was a smooth 5 minute until our vehicle hit one fancy car all because our driver ignored the traffic light telling him one clear red STOP, all because the road is so clear and yeah, there are no traffic vanguards to ditch him if ever he violates any lame order. that traffic light sure cant blow at him and throw cruel words, but the owner of that fancy car we hit sure can. and of course, just like any other small-paid driver around the metro, our driver cant do anything but clutch his head. to myself, i thought this is such a lame world. but God,being the creator of the world is not lame at all. earth was all in good order. it still spins around today-giving us 24/7 system that we all complain about. the world is lame. traffic rules are mere suggestion they say. chivalry no longer exists. men let pregnant women standing on a crowded and grudging train. girls offered with a sit of one tired guy in a bus wont even care to pay gratitude, not even a single look.sales people don't know how to smile anymore. customers are not always right anymore. people invade leisure areas but vacate churches on Sundays.the world is lame people are lame yeah that includes myself this is no positive writings from me today.i want to say with full conviction, that the world is lame but God never was...

So, smokers are happy huh...

There are just so many kinds of people that I don’t like. I'm sure you have your own list too. High on my list are those people who think they are so beyond whom they really are. And I so not like people who smoke. Wait, let me qualify it(eyebrows down please). Smokers who are so damn dense, they smoke in public areas.Its way too annoying, unhealthy and a bad day-trigger. We all know that side smokers are more prone to complications. What really smoke me are that heavy smell and that odor that will stick to the fabric. Well, sure I'm no law enforcer to stop you guys from doing what you want. You’ve got your liberty dear, but please be damn sensitive?! There are right places for you to smoke. Places where lungs can tolerate that puff and where people treat smoke as their cloudy heaven. It’s not cheesy to be sensitive. And its not bad to be responsible.
Global warming is so on our faces now. And yeah I’m trying to pull some conscience out of you… if you’re offended, feel free to send me a comment and let’s drool to an argument. So fine with me…

Work to live, not live to work

yeah yeah your done with school then you start filing up for job posts. then you get hired. then everyday you ride the train to get to work. eat lunch. face your table. draw you bloody hand to work then get paid then go home then ride the train again next morning.
we work for the money. to support our living. super cliche.
I'd say i work for fulfillment and self-worth. yeah you need money to follow that theory of needs by Maslow, but you'll never feel the worth of the day if you go home tired and empty. big bucks doesn't mean big heart.
7 days in a week. 5 days of work. but this figures shall not command your life.if you genuinely love what you do, its always 7 days of holiday for you.experience the bounty of your earnings and enjoy the bliss of your job's total system.
money is important. but human existence is way beyond that green bucks.

oh, ate mata mo

I’ve been long time contemplating on writing about this phenomenon. i was really suspending it because i need more proof. but just yesterday, when i stepped out of the train with oozing enthusiasm, i came across this girl who stared at me so bad as if i stole her wallet, hurt her pimple or robbed her with a kiss.
i have not done her anything wrong for her to stare at me like that. this event happened to me a gazillion times already. and i bet it happened to you and so many others. id say its so not fair. we all know how hard it is to get through every morning. and all you see are frowning faces and crooked looks that tell you “i don't like you” or “I'm in a bad day”.
the heck do people care about your trouble. it is smile that we want greeting us. its not bad to smile at strangers(with the right intentions of course.) staring people bad is really bad as the stare implies.never stare at people bad if first; you don't know them and second; if they did not do you anything wrong.
huh, at last i have articulated this thought that have long incubated in my processor. read it dear primadonnas and bad people. read this.
now, next time i encounter this again id say “so, you have a problem with my face?… oh well i don't like your face either!”

This is Chico.

Yeah, that guy in the photo facing the stage (and not the camera) is none other than Mr. Chico Garcia. He is the famous(well, at least for his market) disk jock of Monster Radio Rx 93.1. For my first ever blog entry in this site, I would love to talk about my great great frustration(oh gulat ka noh?!) which is radio broadcasting.
Well, not so many knows about it but i did try to audition as a dj for one of the radio stations in manila. Well, i got in to top ten but i did not really make it to the console and blabber my mouth products to the air waves.
Well, that went real good. i decided to work in a call center during my senior year in college to learn more voice projection, American accent and right enunciation.( did I get all these? well, yeah but not really because of me being in the call center.)
Chico and Del on the morning rush really preps me up in the morning. Good humor, witty minds and rapport are their magic. never have i had the chance to talk to them in person, but i have seen them so many times already. I hope to work with them-on air , but right now, i think i need to gain more flawless skills to get there. well, its not bad to aspire. I know when i get there, ill be really happy and fulfilled.
Yeah, this is Denis a monster radio listener now, but soon ill munch those great radio spiels out on manila’s hottest!