Sunday, November 29, 2009

Black Friday Madness

You are that monster everyone's talking about.
You are gigantic. You are a devil.
You are both a blessing and a curse.

You make me paranoid.
You make me anxious.
You made me stay at work for 17 hours.

You are like the end-all and be-all.
You are Alpha and Omega.
You are the reason for my employment.

You are the reason salesmen go gaga.
You are the reason Steve Jobs get richer.
You make everyone go crazy.

You are killing me.
You are making a work-horse out of me.
You are giving me the creeps.

I thought you exist only during Holy Week.
Why are you alive even after Thanksgiving?
I am working 364 days just waiting for you to come.

You are alive for just 24 hours.
But what presence you make in those hours.
Next year, you'll be ressurected again.

Are you the real Phoenix?

---from Jerick The Marketing Guy

Sunday, November 29, 2009 by Jerick · 4

Sunday, November 22, 2009

CNN Hero Of The Year

When accolades come our way, they come in grand fashion.
Fresh from last week's sporting mega headline comes this yet another prestigious feat. Filipino Efren PeƱaflorida is the CNN Hero Of The Year 2009. He won over 9 other finalists from all across the globe.
What made Efren special? His kariton klasrum has been playing host to a number of street kids in his home province of Cavite for the past dozen years. It was a mobile school intended to help the meager get some education. His win was a product of 12 years of committed selfless act and dedication to help the children out.
The guy richly deserved the honor he was handed with. I'm just hands-down gonna worship the guy once I get to see him in person. People who are truly helpful deserves riches not any amount of money can offer. The truly helpful does not think of material rewards and cash register ka-shings.The $100,000 was just the cherry on top of his sundae.
I wanna congratulate Mr. Efren PeƱaflorida. You deserved this. You made us Filipinos feel better about ourselves.
As a closing, allow me to share excerpts from his acceptance speech:

“Our planet is filled with heroes, young and old, rich and poor, man, woman of different colors, shapes and sizes. We are one great tapestry. Each person has a hidden hero within, you just have to look inside you and search it in your heart, and be the hero to the next one in need.”

The winner was chosen through online voting.

Sunday, November 22, 2009 by Jerick · 7

Saturday, November 21, 2009

I Support The Reproductive Health Bill

Happiness is not enough to feed these mouths.
Don't you think it would only make sense that couples plan their families and not just point-and-shoot?

Saturday, November 21, 2009 by Jerick · 6

Saturday, November 14, 2009

The Pacman Prayer

This prayer is NOT INTENDED to be taken seriously.

To Ganesha, Jose Rizal, General Santos, Tita Wilma Galvante, and all of the powerful forces across all firmaments, here is my prayer for the Pacman:

May he be granted the willpower and smarts to win this fight. We know that he has already secured his share of the prize money. But a loss will lead to disappointment, thus giving Pacman the choice not to spend hard-earned money as voraciously as he would winning a match.

In the name of Hermes bags for wife Jinkee, Louis Vuittons for Mommy Dionesia, a couple more Ferragamos and Chanels and YSL's and Armanis and Pradas and Guccis for families and friends, a house and lot and a car for new girl-toy Krista Ranillo, a couple more endorsement deals, and added air to an already very airy head, please allow him to win.

Make him not gush all his bowels out as he will again be speaking to an English-speaking crowd before and after the match. May he give extra large bonuses to his English teachers for a job man thought would be impossible to accomplish.

May he be granted the understanding that not everything in this world can be bought by money, like having a good singing voice. May he finally realize that he can never be a singer, and an actor as well. The same goes with his dream of becoming a congressman. May he realize that maybe, he fallen entrapped inside the walls of Political Opportunism.

May he be granted what his heart desires, whether that desire comes with matching lingerie and lipstick.

Saturday, November 14, 2009 by Jerick · 2

Friday, November 13, 2009

Best Ways To Relax

It's another freaking weekend. You can only squeeze as much activities in so little a time.

Though I'm not the type who would stress myself thinking of which activities to do on a Friday and Saturday night. I just follow what my kasing-kasing decides.

Like right now, I think it will be best for me to come up with an article. What are some best ways for me to relax?

I'll give you my list:

1. Listen to the likes of Paula Cole, Up Dharma Down, Macy Gray, John Legend, POT, and just anybody who I think creates good music.

2. Lie in a hammock, kill time there.

3. Make a fool out of myself. Make myself appear dorky.

4. Chat with childhood friends.

5. Eat Mom's tinola.

6. Eat tapsilog.

7. Text her. She knows who she is.

8. Make a poem.

9. Exercise.

10. Take a shower after getting home from work.

Friday, November 13, 2009 by Jerick · 2

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

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

Tuesday, November 10, 2009 by Jerick · 7

Monday, November 9, 2009

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!

Monday, November 9, 2009 by Jerick · 5

Saturday, November 7, 2009

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.

Saturday, November 7, 2009 by Jerick · 3

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.

* * * * * * * * * *
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.

* * * * * * * * * *
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.


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

by Jerick · 2

Sunday, November 1, 2009

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)

Sunday, November 1, 2009 by Jerick · 7

"Paranormal Activity" In Manila

Just imagine what happens inside your room while you were asleep. (Pause)
Now, imagine recording your sleep in a camcorder. Will you be prepared to witness what was actually happening while you were asleep? Are you sure no one was staring right at you while you were sleeping? No unexplainable anything that would appear on the video while you thought you were having a good night's rest?

This is the kind of horror Paranormal Activity gives everyone. Promising to be the scariest film you'll see since The Exorcist, it is a definite must-watch. The movie is about a couple who, after sensing some paranormal activity (thus, the title) going on inside their home, thought of videotaping their sleep. What happens after will be a series of non-stop shouts and just about everything that will make you scared. This is Blair Witch Project, only better. Haha!

This movie was shown four weeks ago in America and will only be shown on your city depending on the number of people clamoring for it to be shown. Clever marketing huh? Here in sunny Manila, only 824 people have demanded that the movie be shown here, including me.

To all of us Manilans, if we don't suck (figuratively) we should be demanding that this movie be shown here. I'm very, very sure this movie will be a sure-fire hit here. Let's rid ourselves for a while of too much Edward Cullen, or John Lloyd Cruz, or even Piolo Pascual. Let's see this movie and burn those who wouldn't watch this at stake. Haha!

by Jerick · 4

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