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A Moral Dilemma

Scene 1. House Int. PM.

It’s 7pm and mommy had just come from work. Mia is happily bouncing up and down, not necessarily to the tune of The Mickey Mouse Club House’s theme song. She lights up when she sees mommy come through the door and calls her for a kiss, and yells excitedly, “Mommy!”.

Mommy plops down on the couch in front of the TV and sings along to Mickey’s Hotdog tune. Sound fades out as Mickey says goodbye and is replaced by a VO. Mia waves goodbye back.

“Up next: learn new words in Word World!”

Mommy gets excited about what new word she and Mia will learn that night. Happy songs play in the background.

Cut to scene 2 with cable guy replacing the Sky Cable unit. Saturday, AM. House Int. More »

Black on White [lp]

Nope, hindi typo error ang title ng entry ko ngayon. Black on white talaga. Para sa mga nakakakilala sakin, alam nilang mahilig ako kumuha ng b/w pictures. Pero maiiba naman this time. Dahil ito ang litrato ko for Litratong Pinoy this week.

I just could not resist the figure of speech for extremes.

Just in case medyo malabo pala ang mga mata niyo, may isang itim na langgam diyan sa bulaklak. Black on white. Hehe.

Happy Thursday sa inyong lahat!

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Baguio. Canon EOS 400D.

Little Red Riding Hood, the story you weren’t told

Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding Hood,

Comes happily trotting in the woods.

Basket and flowers in her hands,

Gonna visit her grandma in a far away land.

She stops to smell the flowers now and then,

The kinds of little insects she can tell.

But not far away is the Big Bad Wolf,

Oh poor Little Red Riding Hood!

Quietly crept the mandibles of death,

His sharpened teeth and sulfuric breath

All ready to feast on human flesh.

Little Red Riding Hood,

So oblivious in the woods

Didn’t know what hit her

When the wolf tore open

Her mother’s red fur.

Her pitiful screams and painful cries

No one could hear so she closed her eyes.

Soon it would be over she thought

My mangled corpse left here to rot.

After the wolf had eaten

He rose off again,

Now to Grandma’s house we go

Oh she’ll be next and she doesn’t know.

And what happens to Red Riding Hood?

Oh that isn’t her name no more,

It’s Little Red Rotting Gore.

Written back in January 2000. Obviously I was very bored that time. Hope nobody is eating in front of the screen reading this! Hehe.

Letters from ancient Rome

Well not really from Rome, I just wanted to give this post an apt title. I just uncovered some love letters and not-so-love letters from ages ago (and yes you can bet it’s cheeeeesy) and I just had to relive the memories…

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R,

You know what, I’m tired. I’m tired of playing the game with you. You play me for a fool, every time we’re together lagi nalang tayo nag-aaway. Nakakasawa na. Ewan ko ba kung bakit nato-tolerate ko pa. Maybe because I love you too much. Too much it hurts. I want to believe you, but can you blame me if I find it so hard to do? I have a reason, don’t I? So hindi pala ako

paranoid for no reason. Lahat ng iniisip ko about you tama.

How could you do this? You’re making me feel like a spare tire, something to fall back on, just in case. You know what, I don’t deserve this. I keep thinking I should give you the benefit of the doubt but you just don’t give me enough reason to. I feel like I really don’t mean that much to you and that you’re just using me to feed your ego and to feel

secure. Well, wake up boy. Not everything has to go your way.

Note: Written during the frustrated days of being with someone whose habit was to be chronically unfaithful.

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R,

I am gonna miss you. I’d lie if I say I wouldn’t. Why you have to go away this far, maybe it’s for the best. So I wouldn’t have to see you every week, so I wouldn’t have to look forward to seeing you every time. When you come back, when you’re through there in B, I don’t know if I’ll still be here then. Of course I’ll be here, I’m not going anywhere literally. But I don’t know if I’d still be here — for you.

Or maybe it’ll be the other way around. Maybe when you come back, you won’t be coming back to me. Maybe to someone else. Maybe it’ll still be her. Maybe when you’re away you’d still love her. She will still be your girlfriend.

It hurts, saying these things to myself. Trying to convince myself that you’re not the one for me. That I shouldn’t be loving you at all. I’m trying my best, R. I’m trying my best to unlove you. After all these years. Now you’re going away, maybe it’ll be a lot easier to unlove you.

You’ll be farther away, I won’t be seeing you, and some sinister self-gratifying thought tells me that you’ll be far away from her too. That seems oddly enough for me.

I love you, I still do. Hopefully that ends now, now that you’re leaving. Take care of yourself.

Note: About a year after finding out that the object of my desire and hatred was transferring elsewhere for work.

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It’s amazing how emotions are contained in handwritten letters. These days, text messages don’t even do you justice. How could have we taken it for granted? Of course these letters were not sent at all; they were just outlets. Still, writing everything down can make a big difference compared to typing it up. Won’t you agree?

The best web host

Please greet my blog a happy 7th monthsary. Yey! I just renewed my blog hosting subscription last month and I’ve amassed about 400+ posts “contained in 34 categories and 98 tags”. One of the things I’m actually grateful for when I flew out of my good friend Pao’s nest for the first time 5 years, is the great tech support I got from her. I didn’t know the first thing about self hosting and FTPs! Lucky for me, she referred me to a good web hosting company. I was fortunate. I didn’t know there was an entire database of web hosting outfits made available by Web Hosting Geeks! So what if you’re new to this entire thing like I was months ago? Not much to worry about because here you can sort through web hosting sites, know which ones are the top budget hosts, the top forum hosts, the best multi-domain host, the top e-commerce host, etc. Now ain’t that grand?

Colds and a Car Crash

Cue Matt Nathanson’s Car Crash playing in the background.

I feel like I’m driving an F1 race car flying by life at 120 kph. The past 4 days went by so fast I hardly even noticed it was already happening. First there was Mia getting sick again with colds (thank goodness hindi tumuloy sa fever) and cranky just to the 3rd level (again, buti nalang). Nahawa kasi yata sa akin. Today she’s doing a lot better and eating better as well. (Sidenote for mommies: is Propan effective?)

Then yesterday someone hit me on my behind. My rear car bumper, that is. Naughty, naughty. Anyway I got into an accident with another car, driven by an HR manager from a known multinational company (if she decides not to pay for my damages I will probably blog her to hell).

It was clearly not my fault because I was past the intersection (I was going straight and she was turning left) a few meters already when she scraped my car hard (the silver one’s my car). My guess is, she had not estimated her car’s length well and/or she’s probably a new driver. I think I was pretty hard on her too that she was probably panicking when I walked up to her side of the car and started telling her how wrong she was and how right I was.

But after that, I was surprised that I wasn’t really in a pretty bad mood and that I was just smiling and chuckling at my bad fate that morning. Until now, I’m actually still cool about it. Part of my road rage rehab (yey for me).

Unless of course she decides not to pay for JMac’s (yes, that’s my car’s name) repair. :/

Ginto [lp]

Matagal man akong walang blog post, may entry pa rin ako ngayong linggo! Hehe. Isa sa mga bagay na napuna ko sa Thailand ay ang kanilang ‘eye for detail’. Ang galing ng mga temples at figures nila, sobrang ditalyado, nakakamangha talaga.

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I may have not posted any blog post for a long time, but I still have an entry this week! One of the things I noticed about the Thai people is their eye for detail. The temples and figures are so detailed, it’s really amazing.

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Picture taken in one of the temples in Bangkok, Thailand. September 2008. Canon EOS 400D.

I’m baaaack!

I’m back from Thailand! Had a blast sightseeing, soaking in the culture (kuno), and photo whoring

More pictures to come! Super bagal lang ng internet ngayon.

Silver drops [lp]

Silver droplets of water

bow. hehe.

Medyo lost ako for words ngayon dahil excited na ako.

Dahil aalis na ako in a few hours.

Pupunta ako ng…

Bangkok!

I’ll be back in a few days, so utang muna ang mga bisita ko sa inyo!

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Baguio Manor Hotel, Canon EOS 400D.

Tags: Litratong Pinoy, water

Baguio [ws]

(Click on the photos for a larger view. I hate that it’s pixelized here)

Just got home from Baguio City last Saturday for work. It was nice taking a pseudo-break from the city.

Even though I was there for 3 days and 2 nights of work, I didn’t miss taking advantage of the nice sceneries, the fresh air, and the good food. yum!

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Check out my ride, ya’ll [photoblogging]

Mia getting in her ‘pimped up car’, in sizzlin hot colors of yellow, sky blue, and apple green.

Mia cruisin’ the streets in the ‘hood.

“Check out my ride, ya’ll!” Mia sends a shout out to her hommies.

“Those have got to be the nicest set of 6-inch wheels you got there.” says one.

This is my hood ya’ll. And I’m the boss here. Check it out.

Peace out.

Kulay Kalawang [lp]

“Copper” ang tema ng Litratong Pinoy ngayong linggo. Ito lang ang pumasok sa isip ko sa litratong to:

The sky was a greyish copper color

Wala kasi akong litrato ng copper, kaya something closer to the theme nalang. At actually hindi ganyang-ganyan ang kulay ng langit, medyo na-enhance lang (hindi naman ako nandadaya diba?). Pero para sakin mas lumutang ang rainbow dahil sa kulay kalawang na backdrop nito. Whatchuthink?

First time ko rin makakuha ng litrato ng rainbow.

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Kuha habang nagmamaneho sa C5 Taguig area, gamit ang N70 camera phone. Kakatapos lang umulan noon, at sobrang traffic, hence the picture.

Green and in style

With the proliferation of environment-friendly shopping bags, it’s hard to ignore the message especially when many designers are making it more fashionable to be green.

Envirosax is one such designer. I just scored my retro bag (left) from Fully Booked about 2 weekends ago and I’m happy that I finally joined the bandwagon. This is one trend I think I won’t be sorry joining. Besides I think I’ve been planning to help out the environment for the loooongest time. Just been too complacent.

And anyway the plastics at home are still piling up even if we are reusing them. Not good for Payatas, I know. Now this bag is staying in my bag or my car in case of any shopping trips. Go check out Envirosax’s site, they have really cool designs. So how are you helping out?

Tags: envirosax, green bag

RRDA (Road Raging Drivers Anonymous)

Hi, I’m Iris and I’m a road-raging driver.

Hi Iris.

I’m here today because I have a temper whenever I drive and I can’t hold it back no matter how small the offense. Since I started driving and having appreciated the rules and regulations on the road, I have begun to expect the same road courtesy from fellow drivers and pedestrians as I have given them.

But things have changed when the reality dawned on me that you just cannot control some people.

Road Rage Did It Hit YOU by ~darkbrokenwingangel

Especially those who do not have the words “traffic rules”, “right of way”, and “road courtesy” in their vocabularies. An example of these kinds of people would be public bus and jeepney drivers, tricycle drivers, and most recently due to the absurd gas prices these days, the increasing hoard of motorcycle drivers.

I absolutely loathe those motorcycle drivers who have no consideration whatsoever that the road is not solely theirs, nor are the vehicles the slightest forgiving should they choose to be stupid (which is most of the time) and swerve in and out of the lanes. They think because they are so small that they are tiny, excusable specks on the road. They are not.

Recently my uncle got into an accident where a motorcycle slammed into the backside of his SUV and one of the 2 passengers of the bike had his leg amputated. The other one I’m not sure if still in one piece. My uncle said he did not even see them coming and they hit him at the back. It was horrible, but I felt for my uncle rather than the bike riders. Both did not even have their helmets on, and the driver did not have a license.

There have been many motorcycle accidents I have been witness to, and almost all of them were the result of idiotic, uneducated bike drivers. I have so many stories to tell but I feel one day would not be enough.

Still, I feel like I have done more damage to myself than those people I encounter in the streets. I couldn’t very well get out of my car and smash the other vehicle’s window every time I get pissed, could I? But at the same rate, I watch as my stress level increase, my wrinkles go haywire, and my day is just ruined. Who knows what else it does to my blood pressure and cholesterol levels.

So today I decided to control myself since I cannot control other people. My mom is right. It’s getting the best of me and it’s not pretty. I might even consider doing what these mothers do.

Thank you.

Happy -ber months na!

… and Mia’s greeting everyone an advanced Merry Christmas!