what i am

Your Birthdate: March

You are resilient, and no doubt your resilience has already been tested.You've had some difficult experiences in your life, but you are wise from them.Having had to grow up quickly, you tend to discount the advice of others.You tend to be a loner, having learned that the only person you can depend on is yourself. Your strength: Well developed stability and confidence Your weakness: Suspicion of others Your power color: Eggplant Your power symbol: Spade Your power month: October

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

poetiK

I just thought i'd post this. One of the poetic moments i had in the midst of boredom and heartache of finally letting go of the person i dedicated (gawdd!) my life for three years.

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How do I unlove you?
Do I hug you with my head resting on your shoulder or with my
chin on your shoulder?
Do I rest my hand on your hand or do I lock it with your fingers?
Do you wipe away my tears or do you pat me on the shoulders
and tell me, it'll be fine?
Do I turn away everytime you come and touch my face?
Do I kiss you on the cheeks and not on the lips?

How do you unlove?
How do you unlearn a mundane and ordinary thing?
Do you take it off like a shirt?
Or scrub it with detergent?
Or sanitize it with steam?
Such perversions. Unnatural. Aberrant.

Teach me. Educate me.
Tell me, how did you learn to unlove me?

Solitary Confinement

I'm slowly realizing that it could be highly plausible for me to live alone. Although most of my friends think that i should be room mates with somebody with the 'just-in-cases' situation. But, i disagree.

I spent my restdays with my back glued to the bed and my eyes turned and glued also to the television (watching all the teleseryes in the morning til evening). Imagine that! My only motivation was meal time. I would wake up around 11am and watch some stupid Koreanovela and eat around 2pm (so that there wouldnt be people where i eat). After that i watch some more television and when i look at the time i would actually smile that in a couple of hourse it would be meal time again (aint that freaky). All i could think of was food, food, and more food. Because after i eat i would sit for a 'few' minutes and eventually find myslef in a lying position which, of coure gave me dyspepsia (kabag dearie). Also, for the past 4days all i wnated to eat was Ngohiong (a cebuano specialty--chinese in descent) and some rice. I dont know why. Well, no worries for me because 'i think' it had all the necessary nutrients i needed. It has vegetable--sayote; meat--protein and; the lumpia wrapper and rice--carbs. A complete meal! Hah!

Anyways, The Hulk come over to have a little fun and good for me because i get to see people in times of solitude (omigawd is this the time of my life where i actually do solitary confinement unconsciously?!). As expected, he commented that i should live with my cousin for the 'just-in-cases' situations or that i should just go back to our hometown and stay with my dad (he's been suggesting that for a good 1year!), but i disagreed with him. I told him, i'm fine by myself and i'm kinda liking the idea because i'll be responsible for my own being and i can be totally be myself (hygiene-sanitation-freak to a super-gross-being). He still disagreed. As if i care.

But, there was a part in those absolutely-boring-to-the-maximum-level 2 days that i contemplated on having a room mate or having my cousin as a neighbor. It would be fun because i'll always have somebody to talk to (but most of the times i tend to be autistic and quiete--so, there's no use) but, if i live near my cousin i wouldnt have my 'social' life all to myself. And besides, if i move to the room next to hers, i would have Freaky Boy (the stalker), Nacho gwapito (a colleague i dated) and Grumpy the dwarf (a colleague i also dated) as my neighbors. Guy fest, anyone? Therefore, i burned the idea away.

I think solitary confinement in my 20's is a better idea, thank you.

contemplating on a bomb

Im stressed-out. My pre-disposition as a being has been altered into pieces of uncertainty. I really do think that i should step out of this building and just create a new nano-bomb in my own proximity. I've been contemplating of either resigning or just gulp down the insult that the client has slapped to my face. The latter is quite tempting but at this point of my life it would be pain-inflicting on my ego to go back home and be dependent again of my father--from being independent, its just waaayyyyy humiliating!

I resigned myself of being a temp bodyguard/lunchdate/assistant/always-available team mate etc for the mean time. Although its quite fun to actually be on a log-in and log-out status in the office, in which, i can just sleep away the eight hours that are required to keep me as an employee, it is still exhausting and damn frustrating at most times. I go home and sleep and after i wake up, i go to work to sleep some more (i know, i know to some of you its a dream job but...).

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My colleague yesterday just reminded me of an incident that took place in my former company. I was with an irate customer on the phone. I was letting him vent and curse the day/night (Manila or EST) away but when he mentioned that he was 'forced' to sign up, i snapped. I retorted, "primarily, sir, as a sales agent we are not allowed to sign up customers without their permission. And there is NO way for us to force you to give us the credit card information since in the first place you're the one holding it on the other end which is on the other side of the planet. We cannot force you to commit to our service, with that, you have what we call FREEWILL." That made him stutter and nervous. He tried to be the agitated-and-irate-customer but i slapped him with the same argument.

Thus, this was one of the some instances that made me an infamous agent.

Still has some funny and unnerving stories but let's do it one at a time.

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I'll post some other stories but for now, its time for my sleep. I'll see you guys at the sleeping lounge :)

trippin'

My baby sister and my Dad was here a few days ago to help me move to my new place and send off my elder sister, Gael-a (not her real name also) to Manila since she'll be taking the review proper for the Bar exams this Sept. Also, of course it was my baby sister's 17th birthday last friday. To this, I'm broke.

We ate out for lunch as a family at an Eat-all-you-can restaurant (my Dad loves eating in those kind of places). After having our stomachs full (with a series of several trips to the buffet table), my elder sister decided we should start taking pictures. So, we did. As expected my elder sister suggested a funny thing. She told our baby sister to pose by the buffet table so we can take a pic of her and that she can post it in her friendster account and tab it as her 'handa' for her birthday.

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I thought before that my pagka-maldita, direct and mataray will shoo away possible relationships and 'admirers' (for the lack of a better word to use) but to my dismay (and worst) i got a new stalker. Let's call him Freaky Boy.

Freaky Boy would constantly text me even if most of the time i don't reply. One time he told me he'll be out biking and after an hour he texted telling me that he's on top of the mountain and that he can see my house from the top...what the?! Also, one time i was out with my team mates and just before i went home he texted me telling me that he saw me and that i looked pretty on that day...this gave me goosebumps. I asked him where he saw me...he said, it doesnt matter and that he'll tell me the next time he sees me...then i replied, by saying so you've qualified yourself as a stalker.

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What the...

I take in calls full of crap and stupidity for a living and it's absolutely NOT fun.

One of my calls just ended a few minutes ago. He had a british or english accent. SO, after i wrap up the call and the details, he asks me, where are you physically located. I answered him, Philippines. Then he asks, in Manila (freakin foreigners, they think Manila is the only city in the country. stupid morons)? I said no, in cebu, central part of the country. Then he asks, where's that. I said central (the have Central Standard Time and they dont know what's central is?)...middle part of the country. Then he shots back, middle of nowhere?

I wanted to answer him, YES, i'm in the middle of nowhere. I'm taking in the call with a banana leaf telephone set and a piece of a tree for a computer.

I said, I'm in Cebu.

Then comes another moron on the line.

ARGHHH!

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SUPERMAN Returns

I watched Superman Returns last night (last full show) in Ayala and i was blissfully happy when i went out of the cinema. Not because of the plot or anything deep about the movie. But because of Brandon Routh. He's absolutely gorgeous and yummy. He could pass as a demi-god! I couldn't get my eyes off the screen (even if our seats were located 3rd row from the front). The similarities from the original superman, Christopher Reeves was amazing--he has softer features and boyish look. Alot of close-ups was going on which really made me wonder what kind of foundation make-up his make-up artist used. His face was flawless (or could be he really is a God!). I was constantly hitting and smacking my cousin's right arm everytime he had his blue tights on (my cousin was like, i'll be red and blue when we get outta here). His voice was so masculine--not too deep and very, very sexy ('goodbye Lois'...arghh!). But, he's rumored to be gay (ARGGGHHHH!).

Now the movie. It wasn't that explosive or heavy as i expected it. I expected great things from this movie because (hey) after being gone for ALOT of years they owe it to the public to make us scream the whole time. Cinematography was good--beautiful actually, but, i had some issues with the computer-graphic-like features of superman, minor stuff but none the less, beautiful. The flow of the story after the comeback saving of the world scene (the airplane part) was just fine, typical which is NOT a good thing).

The only time that the movie kept me on the edge of my seat was the airplane scene. The acting was fairly good (brandon routh's a newbie so, understand). I felt alot of detachment from the acting. Say for example, the scene where Superman was being beaten by Lex Luthor's goon/men, instead of feeling empathetic, all the viewer (well, for me) could do was sympathize (and amazingly, B. Routh still looked so yummy being beaten to death). Personally, film, theatre, and art should evoke at least one of the senses. The pair-up of Kate Bosworth and Brandon Routh is also another thing. I didnt feel any chemistry between them. It felt like it was forced. K. B. didnt have the appeal and sexiness that Teri Hatcher or any of the Lois Lane persona presented and to this, the viewers could identify. Characterization was also problematic. L. Lane's 'partner' (since they weren't married yet) was only introduced and made kown (the history and all) through the leading lady herslef. They didnt provide enough shots to make the viewers familiar with him. Also, it felt weird looking at Marsden in a DC comics Superman movie since i always identify him as Marvel comics', Cyclops in X-Men. Maybe its just me.

The story was a bit superficial and unmoving. Superman discovering that he actually had a son and not reacting like a real father and a human-being (but hey, he is from Krypton--that makes him alien) but anyhoo, he should have at least talked with Lois Lane about the situation but all he did was...Goodbye Lois...i'm always around.. what?! So cold of him to do that.

Another could-be-taken as a trivial question or dilemma was, what happened to Clark Kent? Nobody in the entire movie was even considerate enough or cared enough of his well-being..or bothered to care that he existed. After the last save-the-planet part he just dematerialized. Not even the scriptwriter bothered to plant him again in the last few scenes or something. Pity, pity lil 'ol Clark Kent. Tsk tsk tsk.

Also, they could have actually made the ending 'fresh' and not the typical superhero-flies-off-into-the-sky and boom, the end. The ending could have been better if they palced the scene where Superman was looking down to earthj and hearing all the cry for help by people and him flying to teh scene and then, The End. Just a suggestion. It could have provided more impact.

I assume there is a sequel to this movie. What could be the title... Superman Returns Again? Haha

Generally, the movie was aesthetically good and promising and i still can't get over the fact of Brandon Routh of a could-be Demigod (Prometheus, if you may).