marc’s so-called blog

Quite the usual lazy-hectic day for me. It’s sickening already how i can manage to arrive at the office an hour or so early sometimes yet, when i stay over, i still get those red ‘late’ on my timecard. Apparently, i still got a hint of concern not to scare my early bird colleagues downstairs with my ‘just-woke-up’ state, but my morning routine(washing m’face, brushing m’teeth, combing m’mane) sure takes a good forever.

Hey, janssen finally made a comeback to new d inc. Janssen by the way is another ifad rocksta who happen to work with new d’s group of finalizer. For a month and a half. Short period of time, contractual kasi. It was during those times i finally got along with the other employees, i was working for about three months then. Basically the most frequent time we do talk and share, were times we were together. That guy janssen sure have a big laugh. Bigger than he is. Even bigger than his then afrohair. And he sure had put me in nasty rated-r situations, most of the time candidly jeopardizing my reputation, sexuality and standing. It was fun when he was around, though we barely see each since we are a floor apart.

I guess he’s been(finally!) fed up with his current work’s meager earnings(’til now no overtime pay?!) and streeetched working hours, he finally decided to reapply. Hell, the kid’s even got employer-phobic whenever he do get to go out. Janssen thinks he’s better off with new directions’ creative herd. As far as im concerned, he’s been here, he’d heard those grueling stories, so please dont- for the nth time- accuse me for being a bad friend, okay? ‘Sides, he’s applying on his own accord, neither me nor atan did a brainwash procedure. But honestly, without a sliver of griping, new d inc does have a lot to offer. Every company has its ups and downs, ayt? Now whether this company will be bad new or good news for our fella janssen- he’ll find that out. After he pass that friggin’ take-home(! kung di ka pa pumasa..) exam. Go girl!

I’m almost rolling with laughter here, but then i guess he doesnt read my blogs, ey janssen? Good luck on our careers!

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explore new directions

I wrote a blog ago about that freak horoscope, scroll down if you must. Explore new directions. ‘Tis giving me the chills already. If you’re not aware, i work in an ad agency ironically named New Directions Inc. I’m in the verge of keeping this job (earns enough and sometimes more; psychoes me out during days that ends with ‘y’, yes i work on sundays) and looking for a better, note: not ‘perfect,’ one, probably a makati cbd multi-national company(hopefully with competitive pay and reasonable scheds). And now this, i was skimming graphic design books at bibliarch when i opened this specific one, the page had layouts for the copy ‘explore new directions.’ For a good three seconds i was mumbling an unhealthy load of expletives. Oh sHit. I’m stuck, really. Will someone with a good heart give his/her two-cents-worth.. I’m calm now, maybe it’s just me, but can’t help not think.. What were those, hallowed signs or ominous warnings? If a sign of sorts, actually, did it pertained to the line per se or New Directions where i’m employed? Nuts! This is really bringing out my insanity. To seek or not to seek opportunities?

A few moments ago, darna (apparently, and hopefully, he’s not at all affected by my natural charms- it’s sure scary when only the both of you are in the same room) walked in and discussed work stuffs, revisions etc. Then he blurted out a good news. The company got the megamall campaign- nope not my work, boss mike aced it. Good, i said to myself, now i dont have to undergo the tedious process of photo shoots, compre, revisions- to think my layout got a number of items. But then there’s more. The company was chosen to do a similar campaign for Mall of Asia. Ok, good news. MYLP, made your lola proud. Bad news on my behalf, the mall’s ceo kinda chose my concept for megarelaunch for that. Not again. Maybe i’m overreacting, but then a whole new major campaign on my shoulders? How can i possibly whip up a portfolio, or at least a resumé? Will i ever catch up with my sleep? I’m no longer insomaniac by choice. Now i feel i cant just resign in the near future.

Explore new directions. Bull.

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ready for the world?!

I have the urge to mope. For all of my four years in college, i aspired on participating in a philippine ad congress and feel the prestige of being in such industry. It frustrates me, that the first congress that came along, now that im sorta part of the industry, i will just have to catch in the boobtube. Like, when did i ever watched that thingamajig? Darn it. Apparently, the company i work for is not an adboard member. They barely even care with all those fuss, we’re a corporate giant’s sweatshop, remember? So no 19th PAC for me this year. Imagine, almost every ad agency, and similar companies, big and small, preparing for just so long and well for it while we, bing’s drones, are getting ourselves busy with silly revisions that just take forever and a day. Frustrating. Miserable.

I‘ve finally opened philadcongress.com. It excites me just reading the line up of seminars, nevermind i’m not familiar with the speakers, the topics should be checked out. I’m yearning for some more advertising knowledge and strategies. One can only learn so much. I know the congress is still on november, but just cant shrug the idea i wont make it. It makes me damn proud, though, to see sir edgar relasyon, our thesis prof, winning another PAC logo. Way to go! And check it out, it says there he rooted from pwu! Does that affect our ever glorious advertising standing? Hahaha.

Fifteen grand for non-adboard members, that’s how much it’ll cost me. If only i had means way back in college, i should’ve went before. It’s cheaper to be an education delegate(although, 3k is not at all cheap during college days). Nevertheless, am sure it’s worth every sentimo.

Dang! Im blogging my whole night already.

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on dying

Death. There is something in that word that just stops.

Ma’am molina’s sister died today. And though i may not be in a relative position, i pray for her safe voyage. Ma’am’s been there at iloilo this weekend for her sister has apparently forsaw her last days. But then ma’am came back at the office too soon on monday, just as her sister passed away this tuesday. Bing’s so eager to go back to work that she missed her sibling’s last words. What weighs more, person or profit? For that i symphatize for my boss. Nope, i got no pity for her sister. I may not be aware, but i guess she was as strong as she had lived, battling cancer and all. For sure she didnt die in vain, for sure she has made her mark on this world. And she’s way fulfilled, she’s reuniting with our Creator.

If i die, junk the pitiful weeps.. Or i’ll haunt your houses. Dont worry, though, i’m a bad grass and im no suicidal, just masochistic.

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I still got something on my mind, ‘just forgot about it… um, I just remembered, it’s six in the morning yet ‘havent got that sleep yet. No wonder ‘been forgetting things, like er.. i dunno? Starbucks caramel-coffe-based-doubleshot-frap’s pretty intense. Eclair’s ecstatic!

Ah! I know, jessica zafra! Cruelest she can ever be. Such a thick book, that Tw7sted. And bob ong.. atan’s just been he’s no.1 fan and a new d counterpart, naks.

I know, if ever you  have blog updates turned on, i’m probably junking your email inbox by now.

No saGuijo. No party. Im drenched. I retreated, went on-line instead and tried to be happy with my big mug of milk. Clicked here, linked to that- I sure forgot to watch richard’s smallville episodes. The bozo managed to dump a whooping 7gig of tv series into his new d pc.

I dont feel at ease. Shit. I have a nagging craving to sink my teeth unto someone else’s flesh. Quite literally but there’s no specific someone. I’m just human to long for physical, intimate contact. A deranged human, you may add, as i’m actually writing down my own ruin. Bottomline: i’m horny yet i decline to touch me no more. My body temp refuses to be bothered by the room’s ac unit. I just figured- someone must be having carnal thoughts of me. ‘Just cant pinpoint that one person. Shit, why the fword am i unattached or at least fling deprived. The first person who personally opens a suggestive topic, i’ll deliver a crazed lipservice and hot shower number. Yeahright.

Now im concluding: the kind of work i’ve subjected myself onto has made me lonesome, pathetic and weak. And the fact i can only manage to attend shortlived fun activities has made my state a lot more feeble. I am actually, in fact, in the process of delayed self-destruction. I’m gonna get myself in trouble soon, if not, already did. Slow suicide? But then, i was writing about it all blog long.

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jessica’s twisted 

Are you familiar with Jessica Zafra? No? Well, that makes the two of us. I do know a few of things about her though(she’s a horizontally challenged, multi palanca award winner writer/columnist, she’s a PhilSci-UP grad, she wears a pair of thick-rimmed eyeglasses, she’s got a number of published Twisted books), and that she has the sharp edge on writing- cuts the unkindest, yet her words speak of truth. But then, truth hurts, right? It’s just that most people can’t bear to hear their own truths, especially said unto their faces. Words of wisdom, if you ask me.

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‘What can’t kill you makes you stronger and a lot more cynical.’

Pretty much the same line i borrowed from aileen. I recall it was christmas party and the employees of new d were made to stand up and speak whatever about being in the company. I ended my phony statement of gratitude with ‘What can’t kill you makes you stronger.’ The granny was more than happy to relate on it. She thought it was profound and fits the company’s nature. And my colleagues? They were less than pleased. I sure got myself in a messy situation. Hey. it’s an old line- i didnt made it up. Other versions even came up, like ‘What cant kill you makes you a killer.’ Hahaha Made my day that time. And now this, miss zafra’s …I guess being in New Directions did made me cynical about a lOt of things.

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‘Complaining is fun.’

No wonder. I really dont know where i stand on this statement but it does explain so much. Day in and day out, i hear so many similar complains from my colleagues on this and that, when the truth is, it has always been same. You get lost whether they are actually complaining or just stating facts. And they sure get a hell of a good laughtime. At the very least the stress is lighten, though the problems stay.

If ever i get to cross paths with miss zafra, i’d ask her whether she had at least a three months stint at new directions. THAT will explain a lot. I sure hope i can read eVerything she has written, each and every piece is a good read, and no i’m not being sarcastic.

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I really should stop reading my zodiac broadcasts.

Sagittarian Horoscope 27/06/05

/another friday/

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Oi si papa, matapang, lumaban..Oi si papa, matapang, lumaban…

I really should change darna’s caller ringtone. Hahaha Imagine! Sexbomb’s laban o bawi jingle playing right inside an fx en route to cubao. Sir, kala ko ba sira cel mo? Made my day, really, but quite embarassing hehe, cant stop laughing at myself. Not so funny though, was the fact it was twelve, yet still on my way to the office. I sure missed the dencio’s lunch at magallanes. I never got used of myself, i still manage to rant.. when it’s proven i will always get late the next day whenever i get home on tuesdays or thursdays. Migraine. Yup, i slept on my bed last night. Apparently, again, it was very late that i didnt bother to knock at the office’s gate. And i dont have that much money to splurge on another motel trip.

I was on the train when i messaged atan what has new d been up to: ‘Kumakain nman n? Meeting b? Salmon b o sermon?’ to which he replied: ‘Hehe dencios tapos bitay.’ Haha, like, last meal? I reached dencio’s and was late even for the so-called meeting. And as usual, i wasnt given the chance to speak my mind just when i have something to share. I dont want to be pessimistic but the nature of the workload-impromptu and bulky- it’s here to stay. We just have to deal with each other’s shortcomings. Ayt! Deal with my crankiness then, hehe. Ok, i guess that wasnt a good line after all, but let’s face it- until the AEs manage to say ‘no’ or at least bargain and reason out to the abusive and equally not well equipped clients, the workflow stays the same. And so another façade meeting was held.

I told you, everybody here is dispensable. I got to the office and found out errands were done on my behalf. Kewl. Maybe next time, i’d use my time on something worthwhile- say, a job interview.

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/00:30; eight more hours later/

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Not a hint of guilt. We are currently at saGuijo bar, makati- GOd, ‘never knew there’s such a place. Great bands, cool crowd, nice ladies,the best music. Sugafree’s on and playing, ok, biased me- but just the same, a whole new experience. Nevermind i still got a deadline to kill for tomorrow. Nevermind i might get in trouble looking for a place to sleepover later. Nevermind i got less a grand in my pocket. The live music’s giving me a kick. Shit, reminds me of that peligro bar incident, ha! This is the life! Bahala na bukas, mawalan man ng presidente.. may Diyos pa rin. Labo ba?

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/ah, of course/

i forgot to blog yesterday’s event. Hale! It was a signing sched at tower records makati and we sure scurried out of new d farm come six pm’s tenent-tenenenenen-ten (the pandy clock’s whistle). Haha Hale has made a name! The line snaked across the whole record bar, zigging and zagging through the stacks of cds. Girls were aplenty. Kinda awkward, but no im wasnt intimated by the vocalist champ’s charms. Jolly fella, that champ. Let’s go to hale! To their gigs that is. Well, these guys got me hooked since the day i bought a full volume album. Keep up the good work, i’ll be listening for sure…

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Ei, Cambio’s next.. And it’s past one a.m. Lagot… And so after a couple of san mig light and cambio’s blastin’ performance, we, anco, atan and i, went on with our own directions. I went home for the second time this week. Odd if you ask me. I reached montalban three thirty, and was puzzled myself whether i can pull me together to be at the office by six- still got this 9×12 ad deadline to murder.

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/saturday, formally/

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Well, puzzle solved- i wont make it by six. I woke my ass up at six. Darn it. It’s still a good thing it’s saturday, im kinda hoping my trip’ll be a breeze. I better get my hands on that deadline before granny notices i was away the whole night- you know her, ‘wants everything instant(so that explain those msg midnight snack?). Ok, blame me i wasnt tuned up to work well last night. I need some unleaded oil and a li’l free-wheelin’. But i honestly want to get my hands all scarlet red with that ad, i sense a saGuijo comeback later. So where in makati is saGuijo? Right at guijo st., d’oh!

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Not bad. Not at all, even though the fx i rode got busted by a mobile traffic officer. I rode a couple of trains this morning and gave m’self a walk good enough for a cardio and calves workout. The 9×12 layout revision took only about thirty minutes, so much ado about nothing, huh? Wait ’til more revisions come later… Now, if i only i can sneak this into friendster…

Sometimes ma’am got a point. Most of the time generalities about layouts per se. Helpful or not, i sure find it hard to spare an ear when i’m all burnt and stressed the whole week. Like, cant it wait til i get my recharge? She always want it done right away but then, it was three in the afternoon, saturday. Saturdays are suppose to be half day. Heck, most agencies i know dont go to work on saturdays. And i’ll be back soon, as in sunday. Isnt that fair enough? Add that to the fact darna’s not good at giving equally poor instructions.  I really cant go fully functional when i’m all stretched to the maximum. I need to unwind, lift weights, flex a muscle, gorge on food and enjoy some movie or music fest. And those i did, that saturday afternoon onwards. Nevermind they ate up my remaining energy bar, at the very least, i had fun and escaped for a moment.

Three days. It took me some time before i could get back to dencom. Dencom’s a gym in bangkal makati, by the way. Too bad there are no more monthly payment and i might feel the burden of paying per session. Whaddeheck, there’ are no other center near magallanes that i know of. And so after doing the usual incomplete routine, we, me and atan, went straight to glorietta to get the cam atan was borrowing from august. After feeding on the now-getting-boring jollibee treats, we waited for another friend and ol’ classmate alan for the Batman Begins movie trip. Amazing (amazing batman?, aint that spiderman?). The movie turned out great after atan and august’s anti-batman remarks. It gave light to almost every batman question you can throw. Batman Begins handed over the facts behind his principles, hichtech gizmos, fighting history and even shed some light on why gotham harbored crazed costumed villains. It even gave the origin of that batman light signal. The flick made batman a real superhero even without the cheezy superpowers. The best batman film ever if you ask me. Cant wait for a sequel.

It was nice to realize Batman Begins was great, i can only gripe for missing a lot of music jamming at ortigas’ fete de la musique. I can almost not forgive myself for missing imago and hale’s segment. Darn! So much for wearing my fave imago shirt. I also missed the rest like narda and cambio and others. Here’s the score: after the movie we went to atan’s place, just around makati, to drop off his things and bounce back on a cab enroute to ortigas. It was freaking eleven pm. Pretty late, to think it started around three pm. Reading through the band line ups, i happen to read two versions–where is hale and orange and lemons?? Just so happen, O and L was atan’s fave band. Lucky! The moment we alight the cab, there they were, conducting their own fete de la musique at megastrip! (tusong sm ‘to, they coincide it with the music fest) They sure brought the house down, topping their gig with the now popular single umuwi ka na baby (yeah i know, that’s not the title). By the time we arrive at the fest’s alternative stage, Pedicab was playing their stuff. My! The fest was a hit and the place is full. Libre kasi. Barely a space left for walking. We squeezed our way to the other stages. The eight stages are for the fest’s different categories, genre. The rock side was the most nasty. People there smells terrible and not one wears other than black. Populated mostly by the youth. Kids, these guys spell trouble. The reggae and jazz on the other hand were nice. Amusing modern sinatra, that bratmonkey. We made our way back to the alternative stage. I even get to stand beside hale’s champ. Stupid, i should’ve brought along my original (just got to type that) hale album. Sayang. if only i did, i dont have to rush on thursday for the signing at tower records- six pm (whhat?!). Ortigas, by the way was thrashed, good thing there are a number of beautiful creatures to balance the place. All in all, we didnt went home sad (since we did missed imago and hale), to think it was for free. I got to see barbies’ cradle (one sweet angel with angelic voice), kitchie(powerful audience impact, way to go girl!), session road (i sure can sing along with their hits, although the rest of the audience cant; and hey kaydee, arent they from baguio?), pedicab (sounds okay and better live), kikomachine (this young band amuses me, ‘got the spunk! and spiderman dances like crazy!) moonstar 88 (still got the right stuff) and bridge (their songs just got that eerie feel they’ve been to new d). We  left although spongecola was still on. Anyways we had our chance when they rocked at glorietta weeks back. We were hungry and mcdonalds was boring and full. We trekked the humored-teeming-with-chicks metrowalk and strolled a bit until we stopped at this persian resto. It was very late, or should i say too early, quarter to four, and dencio’s is already closed. Lousy service, nasty food, and the rice sure looks like maggots. Buti na lang, they dont taste like one, not that i had the chance before. Even the shawarma there was awful, to think that was supposed to be a house specialty. Anyways, beggars cant be choosers, right? Beggars, that is after dining and paying for the bill. The music fest was free alright, but to satisfy (for lack of better words) our hunger, we sure spent a couple hundred bucks.

The sun was up by the time i got home. And gave myself the authority to sleep thru the rest of the day. I sure wasnt able to take a glimpse of mr sun this whole sunday. Late at night i woke up and get myself ready. Before getting a ride, i just realized a couple of my favorite montalban shawarma can make me feel sick and giddy, must be the oil and hotsauce.

A day of rest for a week of stress? Fair trade.

Sunday night and am currently mobile, again in an fx. Even though drowsy, i chose to blog. It’s this lady im beside with- only the two us in this middle row and she doesnt bother moving to the right for space. She’s way too close until she left. The other passengers were getting jealous. But i was suspicious. For a fair looking woman, she could have been a hooker. One of us could’ve been the victim. Nah, that’s just me thinking.

Now im on this cab. Late night and im on my way back to new d hell. Yep, i guess i’ve never played nice that im being punished. Better stop for a starbucks fix, man! I still have a load of revisions for that megamall relaunch. That job, ask me about it and i’ll tell you it’s stupid. Why the hell am i revising, and doing a set of promotional collateral studies at that, an unapproved comprehensive study. My work alone got a couple of color studies. These SM people are getting away with so much. They should’ve approved one study first THEN ask for the rest. For one, we dont have the slightest idea we did got the project. Thanks to these people, im working too early for monday.

This aged cab driver almost got us killed. Thankfully, i reached starbucks unscathed and found out the martian was around. I got here at the office happy with my frap. Off to work i go!

friday comes before saturday

I missed my chance to party the night away last thursday with atan, anco and three other ladies. I couldnt take the risk of getting stranded that night. But since i did missed thursday’s party, i figured when anco messaged us that friday, we’re on our way to another bumpin’ and grindin’ trance escape. But what’s so thrilling about uploading songs to an ipod? Of course, anco was more than thrilled, it’s his ipod by the way. We trekked the long journey to ate ethel, at sn pedro laguna. I misunderstood, anco was only planning that night to use ethel’s pc. I was there at the meeting place and no use turning him down. At least we get to see li’l chanel, ethel’s darling baby- and with company i got, i wont be bored. I thought also i could sneak a doze at ethel’s, i barely had sane sleep for i think three nights. Those and i also got m’self amused infront of the television. It’s a fascinating invention, dont you think so? I never really had my share of tv time, so pardon my ignorance. We sure cracked up on ‘new’ tv commercials and of course, bubble gang had always been hilarious. Hilarious. We had a good time getting together, but then we were with anco, the ever arrogant(in a funny way) privileged class clown.

It was late when realized we cant go back to magallanes by twelve am. So it was and anco hurried and thought he’ll be uploading the other mp3s on another day. He thought he should drive us back right away- nakakahiya naman ke marco baka wala na magbukas ng pinto. But then it was late, i can barely care. Boss mike sleeps early so he can hit the gym by morning, and i didnt know sir richard and sir jim paul slept over the office. We could’ve even partied or went to some famed night clubs for all i care since, matter of fact, i didnt have a place to stay. We could’ve waited the sun at some place as they jokingly said tagaytay. I even thought of baguio, but it was way too far and i have to be at my cubicle early since i had that megamall extra collaterals to pull through. I figured, maybe i can spend my hours in a 24 hr internet hub, but unfortunately i dont know one near, and i can sure use some sleep. Pointless. Good thing i had cash. I ended up in a motel afterall. This time though, i went alone(what the fword am i talkin about). Well sogo guadalupe was ok to me- nice warm shower, cable tv, porn channels(asian and caucasian- 97 and 98, respectively), ample bedspace(i was alone, remember?). Gave me the right sleep i needed. I couldnt care less it cost me a li’l more half a grand. I couldnt careless the porn aint good enough, i couldnt care less there are traces of semen on the ’sanitized’ blanket. I couldnt care less the room stinked like cigarettes. I couldnt care less i can hear my neighbors-guess what- against the other side of my left wall. I couldnt care less i was alone. I just wanted my sleep. I dozed off to fantasy land almost the whole of my six hours stay.

And so that was how my friday went- away with my money, supposed OT pay, and a few levels of my energy gauge. Oh well, a so-so episode ends.

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bloggy hell! another blog on blogging?!

A friend expressed his dismay about marc’s so called blogs being lengthy and quite tiring to read. But that’s actually the point. Think of it as my blogs’ own defense mechanism. I guess i still have qualms writing down me for the whole virtual world to access. It’s not easy to type down emotions and thoughts that are pretty much difficult to admit even to myself. But as i see it, blogs are here to accomplish that divine task(naks)- to carry half the load of our emotional baggage. Of course we can always pray about our lives’ events, but then didnt it occur to you.. He reads our blogs, too, before we can even write them down. Fascinating. Now dont get fooled i’m blogging away even the tiniest of details, secrets will always abound. Those stuffs i can only pray about, right Sir?

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word for the day

nga•rag

adj. being under extremely questionable pressure i.e. work in new directions.  Impromptu and rushed demands of ad materials usually accompanied by annoying naggings of AEs or the boss.

n. state of being ngarag

I can feel it now. Just a li’l more, i’ll be once again consumed by the dark side. Don’t push some more or i might just push back. What just happened? Barely a week after that incident and i am doing real fine. Super, may i add. It’s been settled and am basically okay, me and darna. Okay but not close (clear?). I managed to absorb the fact there will always be a hassle in his projects. It never fails. This time though, i’m not ranting about work- it’s the people i’m surrounded upstairs. Or person. To think romeo the menace is in the other room. Basta, they’re really good at pissing me off. Next time, though, i better remind myself not to open my freakin’ mouth and start talking. The moment i spill a word, no matter how harmless and innocent it may be, someone still manages to get me up on center stage- digging up the tantrum incident and it just nags me nuts.

Relax. Breathe. Dont try to do anything harsh, marco.

>sigh< When will you people ever grow up?! It’s been fuckin settled and am not even thinking about it no more. Just everytime, everytime i’m okay and smooth sailing, damn it! Someone comes crashing and ruins my day. What are you, somekinda retard? Do you want me to give you that attention you’re so missing? I dont even find you funny, you make me sick. Noisy, annoying and so full of yourself. You feel soo important. Guess what, i cant act stupid as the others, i cant act as if you scare me. For all you know, they’re all talking shit behind your back. You’re not so powerful after all. I pity you sometimes, it’s all i got for you. Then when you sense i’m getting annoyed bigtime, you ask for a high five? Utot. You’re such a pathetic clown. Please, dont ever tell me people in New D Hell are just like that. Well then i guess, there’s where your problems lurk. Will seven years of New Direction service ever make me like that? Well fuck, seven years is waaay too long, daddy.

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Dammit. The negativity is creeping back quite too soon. But not totally. At least not yet. GOd i hate this. Starting to get normal for me. Tsk. As of the moment, i guess i’m as moody as the weather these days. Sometimes cool. Sometimes hot. Sometimes shrouded by a raincloud. Then the next moment, blissful blue skies. Of course it aint pms. Just my everyday extremes and ironies. Agh, the work rush is scattering my particles all over my cubicle. I guess this will be normal. Three hour deadlines, thirty-minute revisions, the works. Better buy m’self a new bottle of multivitamins. Better yet, get myself a genie bottle. If only i can teleport, back and forth through time(someone i know can)- i’d steal for myself half a day of sleep. Shit, a few more sleepless night, i might shed off the mass i gained. Waste of money and time, and for what? More money and health lost. This is really aint healthy. Two workloads from two AEs for a single salary paid– kaydee, sometimes i do think they’re getting away with so much. But then complaining and ranting gets me nowhere, i know. Just the way it is for now. Besides, aint even got the energy to even raise my eyebrows. Back to work now, you slave!

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‘Sure helps i’m using a Pentium III, 256 ram pc. I can pronounce surpercalifragilitisticexpialidocious around ten times before i can get a file saved or a nudge recognized. This machine is ancient ruins, but no precious artifact.

/later morning/

What the..! I cant believe the double shot caramel frap failed me. I dozed off!

Then again, good for me.

supposed 09/06/05 entry

Insane. Twelve quarter AM. What the fuck am i doing up this late. Well i was getting a couple of files from my pc (yes, i am home for a change), and i thought a li’l blogging wont hurt, right? Sana. I’ve been to the dentist, a cutie, and apparently my sleepless nights aint over just yet. The wisdom you’re all tired of reading about, aint your ordinary operation. Minor surgery pala, i’ll know what will be done next right after i get it x-rayed. Minor surgery. Sounds scary. But nuthin’ to it, parang tuli lang ‘yun, this time it’ll be less humiliating but just the same i’ll be under the knife. I am not exactly unaware ‘got a number of dental complications. Need to fill this and that, jacket here, braces for these, extract this. Terrible. I figured since the dentist aint equipped with an xray, and the other tooth needs attending anyways, i had it extracted na rin. Although it wasnt my major complain, in the long run it’ll be another nuisance. So off with that tooth!

It didnt help i found the dentist, amie rose ponti, cute. The extraction should have been a breeze, yun lang, she looks new and she did had a hard time almost the whole time. She happened to be a little short in height and i heard my tooth broke. And there was this incident as if my jaw is getting pulled along with the said toothy(!). Says the dentist: ‘Wag ka mag-alala, madami na ko nabunutan..’ Now why dont i feel assured? nasa dami ba yun? But it was ok, i just laughed it off. It was over before i knew it. The anaesthesia was quite potent, though. Half of my face numbed for hours. I can barely control my gargling and the water was spilling out. The stupid part was i hit the gym before friendly care clinic cubao. So i was tired and quite hungry. But instead of eating, nahiya ako sa magiging dentist ko and i already brushed that morning so i went straight there. Then when i had the chance to eat, pano ‘to? I have this cotton in my mouth. I had to spit it out and the tissue went mcdonalds red. Kadiri ba? Ang tanga, i didnt figured i’ll have a hard time eating. Didnt help either i cant feel half my face. Tapos ang mas tanga, the tooth was on the other side nung wisdom tooth, so i’ll be really gonna have a lousy time eating right. I felt i was such a slob. i kept on checking whether the mcchicken is already showing. For a minute, i kinda emphatized with people with worse condition, those who suffered stroke and paralysis. My case was outright petty but got me uneasy already, panu na sila? I’m still lucky i guess.

But the sleepless nights continues. Adik na nga ako. Last few nights, i was hitting on paracetamols. Wa epek. This time, mefenamic naman. It’s getting a less potent on me na rin. Shit, the pain sure is making me insane. Buti i slept for a moment kanina. I can feel it right now. Makes me think, what was that specific cruelty i did, that karma is making me pay so bad? I know i havent been that good but i can say i wasnt evil. Bad is not even the word, minsan. I guess my health is taking it’s toll on  me being the workaholic sweetooth that i’ve been. Was it Starbucks’ Eclair? The fraps? The ice cream? Or was it the fact i was too sweet with ladies (acheche)? Nevertheless, the surgery is a must. Have i told you it’ll cost me around three thousand five hundred bucks? Whoa, that’s totally not in the budget, i even have my eyeglasses in lined for this 15th. Oh shit. I finally asked for assistance. Whether my father will bite into my plea, that’s all his choice. Either way, i better get my wisdom tooth extraction my priority. Holy! Ang dami kong deadline eh! I am not even supposed to be here back home. I thought bunot was bunot. That simple and i can go back to work right away. ‘Remember you just had an operation, be kind to yourself’, says the handout. By the time i undergo that minor surgery, i once again have to excuse myself from work- the problem is, i’m just a junior artist there, and i cant find anyone else who would be willing and available to do my job. Better recover quick. Tomorrow, or later actually, i better get up early– nalulula ako sa kelangan kong gawin.  I just hate cramming.

That’s right tooth, pretend you’re not there. Sooner or later, i’ll send you free, y’hear?

Please o please make sleep.

The Bottom Line

Slow down there! You need to consider all the details and take your time right now.

In Detail

Taking care of others is important, sure, but taking care of yourself should be a priority as well. So if you’re feeling run ragged doing special projects for your boss and helping your sister watch her kids, put your foot down. You need your spare time. You have boundaries. You want some space. Isn’t it about time that people started to respect that? Isn’t it time you took your own needs seriously? Yes and yes.

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So much for a horrorscope. That’s been extra creepy for today. Then again i really dont need an affirmation i’m giving away myself too much, to think i’ve spent, what, a series of days for impromptu work-saturday night, sunday and a holiday. Where’s free in freedom day there? Beats me. Thank God i’m still not in my royal crankiness else i would have end up outright pissed (the text revisions for the advertorial kept on coming til 3pm). Thanks, kasi if i were, i just might ended up with a migraine. Life’s been fair, nevertheless. As i’ve mentioned, i’m actually working at my own pace. I can slinkee my way out of the bungalow-office, as long as i get tasks at hand done. Yep, i guess just my unique time management.

Yesterday, after a laundry errand, i carried along my curiousity to that so-called photography exhibit in rockwell powerplant mall by xander angeles. Drenched. And guess what, the exhibit is themed and shot utilizing a large aquarium, and the models are all wet and glamorous. Whay am i not surprised the exhibit is as good as atan been raving on? It must be the surname. Joke. But seriously, i got my faves- Francine prieto, i just love the manner they composed her shot, although it is kinda freaky it reminds me of fiveman morphing to their costumes. It’s as if she’s passing through this other reality plane, but in truth, the shot was simply rotated ninety degrees with her face above the water level. Then this mysterious ariana justico something. Simply charming, like some cut scene from final fantasy. Enchanting. I like hers the most-taken with a couple of her friend fishes. Who is she, really? I did try googling her, but to no avail. You may say i’m biased when i say i also like sarita de tagle’s shot. She’s a recent 3-Day Sale model for SM and i’m just dumbfounded by her hazel eyes. But honestly, if you fail to view the exhibit, you missed a lot. Better hope it’ll tour other malls as well. Just excellent- although the male shots werent that impressive, i did found raymond gutierrez’ okay- the water splash kasi gave the shot a nice attitude.

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Rockwell, i feel uneasy with this mall. I guess social demarcation do exist, or was it just me. Pretty much a high end mall for high end folks. Pero i was ok naman, i wasnt really intimidated. And so there i was, malling a bit and ate my lunch around five at shakey’s. The food took awhile and there was this surprise party for a kid named amber. Nice name. Cool kid. She’s like a daughter of miss tessa prieto, sea princess..

The problem with fine dining unless you want to give away your change, handover an exact payment. ‘Sides they charge service fee. ‘Yun lang, i wasnt carrying extra change and it, again, is taking too long to wait for the friggin’ eight pesos or so. I went straight back to the photo exhibit. Sayang, pangjeep sana (kuripot!). But lady luck smiled and the mrt pass were free for that time. Back to work si marco.

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I was working on a SMAC project and the messenger isidro asked if i can play his porn stuff. Haha. Good thing i already watched them the other night (haha), i was able to concentrate and work. After doing the hard(pun?) part of the layouts, i decided to go downstairs and take a peek on what is happening on friendster planet. Then the peek took a couple of hours or so. Rant, granny’s still wide awake and it’s so nice of her not asking the ‘what are you looking for’ question. Well, i was busy looking for reference naman. And busy with friendster. I got to the P.E.N.I.S. blog of anne(People Everywhere kNow Im Spectacular)-simply witty! And one click linked  me to another. Anne is cute, her blog’s featured by the way. I just like the testimonials she and landon had for each other. Made my day. JB’s blog is also funny and nope, im not gonna say he’s cute. But clicking through friendster, reading blogs- kinda make me wander off and forget the time. It got a bit late and just so nobody say anything, i logged out though i continued with the SMAC thingie. But the shit had a makeover by morning when i showed it to lola. Ohwhaddaheck. I’m used to it. I was twice expecting i’ll revise it right then and there. I cant wait to revise it again after the client meeting. The morning nags on the advertorial continued ’til the afternoon, inteferring with my blogging hehehe. It was ok since i settled my dental appointment again. I wont make it by seven so tomorrow will suffice. I can only have it xrayed. Then, set a date for the surgery. Come to think of it, the tooth barely aches and i had a couple of luxurious slumber already. Thank You. But still, extraction must be carried on.

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By three thirty kanina, i called it a day and went straight home. Not. I marched to dencom and was quite thankful it was open even on the so-called holiday. Funny, this lady asked me a favor to tell the the other guy his shorts are, well, wrecked open with his undies exposed for the whole world to see. How on earth can you tell another man his shorts are ripped? He might even think i was eyeing on him the whole time. Not easy, but goody-do-gooder me, told him so. The moment he thanked me, I did made a point i didnt noticed it myself. And i thought, with that bod, he’d beat the hell outta me. The bad news for him though, he didnt had a spare shorts and, brother, his get-up is pretty skimpy for a man his size. The people on the road will be staring, half good he managed to tie his sando around his behind. But that’s his problem entirely.

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After getting my jollibee fix, i gave myself a li’l extra treat for being good. i went to quad and watched the intriguing sincity. Based on the comics by frank miller, that i havent had the chance to read by the way, sincity does give you that comic book feel. Mainly in grayscale and blog and white, er black and white, it is such a creative execution all the same. Colors on specific objects and the like are overlayed when deemed necessary, say red splash of blood, lighter lit, blue eyes glared, yellow blood spattered, scarlet lips and dresses, blond hair. Cool how it fascinates the likes of me. To think, in an era of color tubes, it’s much tedious to do a black and white flick, with selective colors at that. Way cool. The story was also remarkable. As if i’m playing this game max payne. Pretty much a moving graphic novel. And i’m pretty sure quetin tarantino was behind the scene whenever a japanese(or chinese?) hooker-miho, i think-is onscreen. Classy, silent and deadly. I just love the way movies are given such a manga/anime feel.

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So what’s sincity about? Simple, a city teeming with sin. But it gets interestingly complicated. Being not in-the-know, i can barely tell who among the lead are the main lead characters. You see, the movie was about three main stories intertwined, with the so-called villainy rooting to one major person. A powerful cleric at that. So powerful he was able to put his brother in senatorial position who in turn has a son psychoed-out and molests younglings. The senator wants his son to be a president real bad. The common denominator between the stories are the clubs and armed hookers who in turn have a truce with the police-that they can go with their own rules just dont they mess with cops. Or the truce is void. I guess some readers of sincity find women with guns sexy. You can just imagine how they seductively handle heavy artillery. But still, i find miho sexiest with her stealthy style and blades(emphasize on s). Just her stance keep me’ heart skipping a beat. ‘Wonder how she’ll eliminate that body part. All the killing without a single word uttered. If i were you, i go watch sincity while there is chance. It might be unpopular to you but hey, if you liked kill bill vol.1, road to perdition, those stuffs with blood, bullets and brutality, sincity is your gore galore. Thank the fact it is not fully colored, somehow it lessens its being graphic, sometimes. Just make sure you aint got a heart prob. And d’oh, why miss jessica alba and the rest of the outstanding cast?

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Insomaniac. Again, it’s way past bedtime and still awake messing with the pc here at home. For sure, i’ll save this file properly and get that other blog (check above). Then i can pack up and snooze down. And get that dental visit over and done with later.

And oh, when i say ‘insomaniac’, i dont mean ‘im so maniac.’

Then again…

How to Write Good

1. Always avoid alliteration.
2. Prepositions are not words to end sentences with.
3. Avoid cliches like the plague–they’re old hat.
4. Employ the vernacular.
5. Eschew ampersands & abbreviations, etc.
6. Parenthetical remarks (however relevant) are unnecessary.
7. Parenthetical words however must be enclosed in commas.
8. It is wrong to ever split an infinitive.
9. Contractions aren’t necessary.
10. Do not use a foreign word when there is an adequate English quid pro quo.
11. One should never generalize.
12. Eliminate quotations. As Ralph Waldo Emerson once said: "I hate quotations. Tell me what you know."
13. Comparisons are as bad as cliches.
14. Don’t be redundant; don’t use more words than necessary; it’s highly superfluous.
15. It behooves you to avoid archaic expressions.
16. Avoid archaeic spellings too.
17. Understatement is always best.
18. Exaggeration is a billion times worse than understatement.
19. One-word sentences? Eliminate. Always!
20. Analogies in writing are like feathers on a snake.
21. The passive voice should not be used.
22. Go around the barn at high noon to avoid colloquialisms.
23. Don’t repeat yourself, or say again what you have said before.
24. Who needs rhetorical questions?
25. Don’t use commas, that, are not, necessary.
26. Do not use hyperbole; not one in a million can do it effectively.
27. Never use a big word when a diminutive alternative would suffice.
28. Subject and verb always has to agree.
29. Be more or less specific.
30. Placing a comma between subject and predicate, is not correct.
31. Use youre spell chekker to avoid mispeling and to catch typograhpical errers.
32. Don’t repeat yourself, or say again what you have said before.
33. Don’t be redundant.
34. Use the apostrophe in it’s proper place and omit it when its not needed.
35. Don’t never use no double negatives.
36. Poofread carefully to see if you any words out.
37. Hopefully, you will use words correctly, irregardless of how others use them.
38. Eschew obfuscation.
39. No sentence fragments.
40. Don’t indulge in sesquipedalian lexicological constructions.
41. A writer must not shift your point of view.
42. Don’t overuse exclamation marks!!
43. Place pronouns as close as possible, especially in long sentences, as of 10 or more words, to their antecedents.
44. Writing carefully, dangling participles must be avoided.
45. If any word is improper at the end of a sentence, a linking verb is.
46. Avoid trendy locutions that sound flaky.
47. Everyone should be careful to use a singular pronoun with singular nouns in their writing.
48. Always pick on the correct idiom.
49. The adverb always follows the verb.
50. Take the bull by the hand and avoid mixing metaphors.
51. If you reread your work, you cn find on rereading a great deal of repetition can be by rereading and editing.

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Hey, there’s supposed to be a blog here! But due to unfortunate events, it will have to wait.. There aint seem to be a decent disk at home. And i’m not gonna squeeze my brain trying to rewrite everything i thought this twelve quarter a.m. Well, since you’re here, why dont you check my webpage slash resume instead. See the links on the leftside of this page? Under CLICKME, click ANGELESMARCO_VisualArtist. I finally updated a few infos like my mobile number (since my old number along with my 2100 phone was coincidentally stolen when i got hired) and hurray! I’ve finally added ‘New Directions’ under work experience. Does this mean i can apply online na? Come to think of it, why not? And oh, i changed my age to a year older. Shit. How fast a year can be. Ok, have a nice day folks!

take two

Sorry, cant help it. I just cant stand the idea that i’m right infront of the net pc and not blog on anything. Tell me, serious na ba condition ko? hehe

Fascinating. Whenever i arrive at the office in the afternoon, ’seems i’m in hyper mode. I feel really busy and not bothered by it. So preoccupied and focused. I think i managed to accomplish a series of revisions in a mere couple of hours. I guess i got a li’l recharged though i only had an iota of sound sleep back home. After the dentist incident, pwede na kaya ako magworkout tomorrow? I’m required to reduce my activities, else I might bleed. Well, lemme see, pagnagbleed, then di pa pala pwede. Haha. Geez, i better make this quick, i’m busy din talaga right now. I’m wasting away blog space, i’m halfway to fifty. Notice whenever i can, i squeeze a couple of blogs in a single entry. Thinking so, i’ll go paste this on my previous post…

There, i just did.

Nonsense. Why on earth am i preoccupying myself with this stuff. Not. Actually blogging was the best virtual thing invented next to, well, blogging. Imagine a personal psychiatrist slash biographer slash confidant. The best part, it cant complain how nagging i can be, how negative i’d be and how grammatically and typographically erratic i am. I spent a nasty amount of time rereading my own blogs and cant help notice the errors. Human, dont you worry. I sure fought a great deal not to edit them, kasi, hey! Nothing’s gonna be perfect. Life’s perfect as it is, imperfect. We only must strive for the better not perfection. You’re just gonna tire yourself up.

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I knew i’d find her at friendster. Her, the dentist a few days back. Too bad i havent posted my other blog. Wait til she read that. Hehe