If I Were Not Me...

Pardon the little boy's wide-eyed eyes. Haha! I don't know what he could be thinking of. Maybe Hannah Montana? Or maybe how cute Joe Jonas is? Or how he liked Selina Gomez?

Did I just make the poor little boy gay?

Anyways, I was actually thinking of something else to write about until one thought caught me by surprise and almost instantaneously made me make this decision: I'm gonna leave my previously thought about article out in the open and type a different one instead.

One important advice for everyone. If making a blog post takes at least an hour for you to complete, chances are, you suck. Just my opinion but real talent should be free-flowing and not really be thought of like crazy. Unless maybe if you'll be writing for a magazine or a periodical. But what makes it draggy is the fact that editors might wanna edit out your work for a couple of sequences until they are satisfied with what you've finished. But really, if writing is really your thing, a 500 word article should be as easy as pie. Maybe 20 minutes should be perfect for you to finish everything up. But me, my thinking and typing are almost real-time.

While listening to Sarah Maclachlan's "Angel", I'm gonna type that I'm currently working as a Search Engine Marketing guy for an American mall. It means everyday, I make advertisment for that company plus some more IT-related stuff (like setting up web pages). My work is both Marketing and I.T. Looks like I've hit two birds with one stone? Probably madame.

What if I'm not me? What if I made a different path? What if things weren't the same as they are now? Let me list down possible scenarios on what could have happened if my situation weren't the same as they are now:

1. I might be helping out on our advertising company looking for new clients (where's it at?).

2. I might be helping out on our construction company looking for new clients (where's it at?).

3. I could be helping out my mom in growing her dormant jewelry business. She's just mega-talented when it comes to jewelry-making. No joke!

4. I could be in Hawaii studying. I almost did but backed out the last minute.

5. Could be working at a media company writing stuff for them.

6. Could be a teacher or a trainer on some company. I love teaching.

7. Could be in the U.S. working. What type of work? I don't know. Probably helping an uncle over his business there.

8. Took up Nursing?!?!

9. Took up Culinary Arts like a cousin of mine?!?!

10. Could be coming home to a 2 year old kid named Karl Gustaf waiting for me at the doorstep. :D

Balut For President

The Balut. The ultimate in Filipino delicacy. The end-all and be-all of all Pinoy street foods. The cheapest aphrodisiac. The king of all late-night snacks. The one test that would end all tests of one's manhood.

Pinoy food will not be Pinoy food without the Balut. Fear Factor will lose testosterone (it ever had?) without Balut. Kanto food will not be kanto food without the Balut. Pinoy late nights will never be the same without the Balut.

Obviously, I'm paying homage to this tasty yet weird treat. It was love at first sip (of the broth) for me. Our yaya and driver offered me balut while waiting for my dad one Sunday night some 18 years ago at the airport after yet another off-island meeting. Since then, I became a part of the balut-loving people of our society. Lines have been drawn as to whether you belong to the balut-eating human family or not. Whether you are the balut-spitter or the balut-swallower. Spit or swallow. What was I saying?

To all you balut haters, here's what I got to say:
1. You are among the people who would control your fart until your butt ended up swallowing its own gas.

2. You try to speak english as Americanized as possible but still pronuncing everything as everytheeeeeng.

3. You take glutathione pills.

4. You bathe with papaya soap.

5. You put Ching-Chan Su on your face.

6. You have blue contact lenses on your eyes. Where else?

7. You listen to Cueshe.

8. You listen to 6 Cycle Mind.

9. You have a crush on Rico Blanco.

10. You suck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Balut For President!

Shoot Me Monkey

I think the monkey's too cute to allow me to die. But anyways, the chimp's not gonna get fooled by my praising his cuteness, instead, he will pull trigger. He'll shoot me. Oh jeez, I'm gonna die.

How on earth (maybe the entire Milky Way) did I deserve such beating from an ever-laughing and always-scratching primate? Try taking a look at my previous post, the last part of my three-way post, she didn't desert me after all. (Got the loves maybe?)

The whole week, I've been texting her (let's call her Korea), trying to confirm our date that should have happened today and tonight. I got no feedback. Not even an "ok" or worse, a "hu u?" from her. Not even after a churchmate asked me yesterday to join her (not Korea) for a meeting this afternoon at 1pm to plan for our activities next month (I'm involved with the youth). I even texted Korea that maybe we can meet up tonight instead of starting our date on an afternoon. I still got a "no response" response and that made me ballistic with paranoia, and stuff. I accepted the fact that we can't go on date today and tonight. "Life sucks" became the words that played and popped and appeared on my mind.

Fast-forward to today. I spend 2 hours this daytime preparing lunch. I thought maybe she would text me but since I have already prepped my mind that no dates will happen today, so I just put my phone on silent mode and continued cooking and prepping our lunch.

I'm done with cooking and the eating when I thought about checking my phone. And guess what I saw? Multiple messages from her asking me if our date would still push through! On my mind, I was saying "oh crap" like 70 times in a minute and it didn't feel great. I asked her why was she silent the entire week when I kept on asking her thru text? She replied to me with this simple answer: I didn't have my phone with me the whole week.

I will still have to talk to her in person and that would happen tomorrow. I can't really buy her reason. I don't know. I don't think I deserve such crappy treatment from anyone.

Friday Night Madness

It's almost 2:30 in the morning and I've been in front of my screen for almost 2 hours now being unproductive. I guess that's what Friday Night Madness is all about. Friday Night Madness is about scatter-brain, a state of relative nothingness, doing things without any real motivation and/or worthwhile purpose. I will be writing and thinking the same way a sleepy person would write and think. I'm just plain sleepy.

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I came home hours ago from my cousin's debut. The food was ok. The mango crepe was my favorite. Same old annoying people are there. The histrionics of powerpoint presentations of the debutante's pictures is alive. The host of the evening was The pain-in-the-neck dance instructors are ever-present, together with their made-up butt-faces. And they're still doing the square dance to the tune of "Achy Breaky Heart"? That puts the L on the word lame.

And oh, cousin received a car from her dad. I wasn't really surprised with that.

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It's now my birthday weekend since my birth date falls on a sleepy Tuesday. I hate referring to the date as a Natal Day. It sounds too know-it-all. Though it's my birthday weekend, I'm not really happy for it. I don't think my date really wants to hang out with me again. She's really nice but I am not seeing any excitement from her. I hope I'm wrong but, I'd rather hear her telling me to bug her off than to keep me guessing whether she liked me or not. If our date won't push thru tomorrow as planned, consider my birthday to be a disaster.

During problems, my best buddy is usually the person I turn to. Unfortunately, he is unavailable. right now. Oh well, birthday would really be a dud.

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And I thought I fell asleep for a few minutes just moments ago. Good night!

Mariah Carey

Best-selling Female Artist Of All Time. That's a humongous statement. A statement so huge, there is still room for some gigantic and freakishly huge. It means you are more commercially successful than Whitney Houston and Madonna. Mariah Carey is the only female music artist that I really adore, except maybe for Lauryn Hill.

She's beautiful. Looking at her, she looks white. But you know she's more that that as everybody is aware of her African-American and Latino roots. Quite a hefty mix. And me's liking it.

Growing up, I knew she's got a marvelous voice. Not just the whistles she's making but the voice itself. I like it. Even as a child, I really had this affinity with the likes of Stevie Wonder, Jackson 5, The Fugees, Boyz II Men, TLC. Mariah Carey was not a distant treat as her music has always been Pop/RnB.

She's a great songwriter as well. Almost never really recognized for her songwriting skills, it just shows that her talent encompasses that of just the songstress.

The struggles she's had with life has been a lesson as well. I don't wanna go to the point wherein I will experience a personal meltdown due to the fact that I was over-worked and stressed. Her recovery has been an astounding story of hope and redemption.

Like a true fan that I am, let me list down my ten favorite Mariah Carey songs in random order:

1. Breakdown
2. We Belong Together
3. Close My Eyes
4. Thank God I Found You (Remix)
5. Heartbreaker (Remix)
6. Vanishing
7. Don't Forget About Us
8. Vision Of Love
9. Don't Stop
10. Honey (Bad Boy Remix)