Archive for June, 2006

Message Not Sent

Sunday, June 18th, 2006

Yesterday, I spent P420 for a pedicure and a foot spa only to have the metallic blue polish ruined by my closed shoes. In the middle of the foot scrub phase, I recalled having forgotten that I was to bring my new, take note, "new" shoes for repair.

During the same day, I also had my first facial firming collagen treatment. Eeeeep. Why am I breaking out? I could’ve sworn my face was a lot smoother before the facial. Is this really supposed to be this way? I can’t even wash my face for at least nine and a half more hours…

Oh the text message(s). I was telling my bestfriend that I was on overdrive, almost again on the range of overspeeding. Fortunately I was not yet at that range so when I stepped on the brake pedal, smashing myself on the dashboard didn’t hurt as I thought it would be… or did it?

After 10 seconds of silence…

Valine: "Oh… You were using metaphors weren’t you? Haahaa.. Sowee best. I thought for a while, you already know how to drive?! Since when? And why the hell didn’t you tell me? Hehe."

And now in the office, I’m dealing with a Trojan virus-infested PC while staring at the spaces I have to fill up with important appointments.

<sigh> "Former" blockie Maan sent a message yesterday and so far, her SMS, including the e-mail I got from UP Law Inter-E’s yahoogroups, are hovering like crazy lightbulbs in my mind.

Maan: "Avenge us when you come back to law school, Presh. I was among those whose petition for reconsideration to the college got denied."

<reading the Inquirer ad> Hmm… PricewaterhouseCoopers looking for law students… I’ve got Oblicon next sem… I really wonder how and when and what…

Maybe I should… VIRUS DETECTED (AVG RESIDENT SHIELD)…Message truncated.

Cardenas et al vs. Makati Fire Department

Thursday, June 15th, 2006

And to think I detest our otherwise cutie and charming Criminal Law 1 prof for rounding off my final grade of 4.02 to 5.0.

While gritting my teeth and exerting all the super mind work strength so my knees would not give in to the pressure of gravity, the members of the Makati Fire Department were downstairs, ignoramuses over basic earthquake saving procedures.

Officemates Thet and Tina were right. We’re nearer the rooftop, we should have been instead asked to go up than go down. Remember the World Trade Center bombing? The survivors were mostly from the uppermost floors.

Oh well. Now I wonder what the middle floor tenants should do. Go up? Or go down? Haha.

I could barely walk. I lost a whole day’s work, not to mention the pay and appointments. And it’s not just my stilettos to blame for my strained leg muscles (Hey it’s not just me, even those wearing flat shoes suffered the same).

So, should I file charges against the members of the Makati Fire Department who never even gave a 10 minute’s worth of lecture over what they made us do? Hmm… <browsing the Revised Penal Code Book 1> Reckless imprudence resulting to minor physical injuries should do the trick. =)

I miss you Mom…

Tuesday, June 13th, 2006

Can they blame me and accuse me as weak if I say I miss you so much Mommy? =’(

Rare Species

Tuesday, June 13th, 2006

Hmm.. Very rare indeed!

Walking with officemate Rex to Mercury PeopleSupport not only paved the way for the provision of relief (courtesy of, or in short "libre", Rex…hehe) to a headache that’s growing stronger by the minute, it also provided me a more accurate view of that rare species of men I was telling Pat, Joy, Leo and Rex about, the latter two being one of the few members in this age of modern technology being both a nuisance and a blessing.

A colleague announced he was kicked out by his wife from their house all simple because of a malicious text message coming from the poor guy’s past. Who to blame? I’m not going to comment on that although I would have been disturbed by such a scenario just the same what with me experiencing it not just once but thrice over.

Modern technology brought about the creation of virtual meeting rooms (and I’m not just talking about chat rooms, YMs, etc.), one where the mind can play games without having to fret about the veracity of things.

The main function of my job entails the "must" of not taking it too personally when a prospective client or a client insults you whether over the phone or through e-mail, the primary reason of which is that they have not seen you anyway or know you enough to criticize you from head to foot.

Now bringing to the forefront our main ish, these virtual meeting rooms (yes, including the mobile and the land phone) play, or more appropriately, "distort" the idea of the essential being invisible to the eye with both parties easily becoming the prey and the predator all at the same time.

Posting my YM nick at an internet forum resulted to many afternoons of having one guy after another asking to be added to my buddy list. And just like my old experience in chatrooms of guys quickly and oh-so-easily hitting on my naivety, same thing happened. But for this particular time, I was more smart, a smart aleck even, giving the players a dose of their own medicine.

Imagine a guy accusing you of being a prudish man hater just so you would give in to his proposition of virtually playing with him on his game called fire (translation: cheating on his gf).

There’s a mysterious texter who’s been, for the last couple of weeks, persistent in his "texting" and asking that he be given a chance of meeting up with me so I could remove all my doubts. Twice or thrice I politely informed him I don’t really trust people who suddenly gets in touch with me from nowhere (well, actually, all because of the ATM card I lost in SM; the guy’s from the SM admin where I asked for assistance).

Now here comes this taxi driver who I got to briefly chat with while stuck in Buendia traffic. Before said chat, I was talking on my mobile with one of my friends who set a blind date for me. The taxi driver must have been listening and I was surprised to hear him saying "I don’t really go for that type of thing."

"Type of what?" I asked.

"Blind dates. I’d rather meet the person first or have situations letting us meet."

Thinking about it, I realized I was like that too. And I still am too. Blind dates, textmates, penpals, chatmates  -  uh, uh. Not my cup of tea. But for this particular instance, I gave it a try. I went on a blind date but not without forcing my friend to reveal even the smallest of details about the guy just so I would know I wouldn’t be going out with a creep.

The date turned out fine. And yes, just this afternoon, while texting my friend who set the blind date and at the same time, walking with Rex to Mercury Drug, I knew I may have possibly found another rare specimen of that category of guys

Oh no. No, no, no. I’m not stereotyping the guys. It just pleases me that there are still guys who would respect and protect you for what you are worth and more. That these guys wouldn’t take advantage of your sensitivity or naivety and that even, simply through intuition, you’d comfortably feel their sincerity and humility. Definitely no pretensions.

Lies, lies and even more lies

Sunday, June 11th, 2006

For almost three months, I’ve been dealing with liars left and right. Sure I’m no angel but it hurts when people you thought you trust the most lie to you and you find out about it. I’m usually forgiving but I don’t easily forget.  I’d rather be confronted upfront than be stabbed at the back with lies, lies and even more lies.

Some consideration, PLEASE.

Knowledge in a Poor Man’s Grave

Sunday, June 11th, 2006

Graduation_with_sir_nilo_pWhen Dr. Jose Rizal wrote the poem "Por la Educacion Recibe Lustre la Patria" (Through Education the Country Receives Light), quoting Gregorio Zaide in the book "Jose Rizal - Life, Works and Writings", he believed in "the significant role which education plays in the progress and welfare of a nation".

Such was Rizal’s acknowledgement of the great value of knowledge gained through education that he wrote another poem "Alianza Intima Entre la Religion y la Buena Educacion" (Intimate Alliance Between Religion and Good Education).

This recognition was inculcated in his young mind through his mother. Doña Teodora was the first teacher of Rizal. She taught the young boy how to read and speak Latin and Spanish. She read to him stories and fables. One of these fables, the fable of the young moth, left a deep impression in Rizal’s mind that it later became prophetic of what was destined to come.

Ironically though, it was also Doña Teodora who opposed Rizal’s quest for higher education in the University of Sto. Tomas. She feared that if her son learned too much, like the men during their time - Dr. Antonio Ma. Regidor and Jose Ma. Basa, among others, who were put into exile - his life would be in great danger like the moth that lost its life because of the attraction the fire in the lamp brought.

Then again, in 1879, in the prize-winning poem "A La Juventud Filipina" (To The Filipino Youth), Rizal implored the youth to "rise from lethargy, to let his genius fly swifter than the wind and descend with art and science to break the chain that has long bound the poetic genius of the country".

Clearly, the many perils his knowledge brought did not deter him from seeking further education and later passing it on as moral aid to the embattled Filipinos of his time. He was to write years later that Father Burgos, one of the three GomBurZa martyrs of Cavite and mentor of his older and only brother Paciano, "awakened my intellect and made me understand goodness and justice". The martyr’s last words likewise made an imprint on his mind: "I have tried to pass on to you what I received from my teachers. Do the same for those who come after you."

His letter in 1891 to Father Vicente Garcia spoke of his disappointment of the Filipinos’ little progress in the three centuries of Hispanism. He told Garcia that this was attributed to the fact that most talented men in his time "died without bequeathing to us nothing more than the fame of their name"; that it was only them, as individuals, who progressed and improved and not the race that needed whatever talent they had when they were still alive.

But Rizal himself could not cast the blame solely on his fellow Filipinos for he had likewise witnessed and even experienced the many injustices and cruelties pride and knowledge could bring.

Furthermore, he knew that not all Filipinos were as knowledgeable of the law and therefore as courageous as he was when he reported to the Governor General the beating he got from a lieutenant of the Guardia Civil of whom he failed to acknowledge because it was dark. Not all Filipinos were as full of pride and confidence as he was when he triumphantly accepted his prize for having his prose entitled "El Consejo de los Dioses" (The Council of the Gods) surpass all entries despite the bitter objections of the best Spanish writers in Manila who also joined the literary contest of the Artistic-Literary Lyceum in 1880. Lastly, not all Filipinos were as dedicated as he was in devoting and consecrating his entire life for the cause of the Filipinos, to the point that nobody showed perceptible objection when he was executed in Bagumbayan.

Rizal knew his fellowmen feared for their lives. And he likewise could not blame them for being too protective of their family’s name. But he took these risks just to present to the world the many ills of the Filipino nation that no one dared to express. From the smallest of his own ways to the biggest of his contributions, he was never a failure in sharing his expertise.

He made good use of his time when he was put to exile in Dapitan. He introduced irrigation in the said place. He practiced medicine for free. And despite the natives’ objection of having their children taught by the infamous man, many still came to him to receive their share of knowledge.

I could go on and on with the many examples of Dr. Rizal’s generosity in sharing whatever advancement of thinking he gained through his quest for knowledge. However, I could never be too sure if he was being entirely negative when he described to Father Garcia the Filipinos’ apathy and fear for knowledge.

What I am most sure of, however, is that Rizal, a prophet that he also was, merely gave Filipinos a warning that Filipinos and all of their God-given skills could forever be wasted and submerged for posterity in a poor man’s grave if they would only live for their own individual advancement and progress.

(Inset: The author with, from left, her fave male UP Rizal Prof. Nilo S. Ocampo and her dad, Manila Bulletin Sr. Correspondent and Rizal "fanatic" Momoy Cardenas during her graduation day last year; This has been posted just in time for the Philippines’ Independence Day Celeb.)

All Time Fave Songs

Saturday, June 10th, 2006

Mushy and sentimental. Yeah that’s me. But hearing these songs revived (right Cae *wink*) by Filipino artists certainly puts the word "flair" into a diff light. And I become mushy and sentimental over and over again. =)

Song # 1’s by 80s teenage group The Jets. Revived by Arnee Hidalgo, the song "You Got It All Over Him" definitely helps me get over him. Haha. Go figure.

I, I was a game he would play
He brought the clouds to my day
Then like a ray of light
You came my way one night
Just one look and I knew
You would make everything clear
Make all the clouds disappear
Don’t you know, don’t you know

You got it all over him
You got me over him
Honey it’s true
There’s just you
You must have been heaven sent
Hearing me call you went
Out on a limb
And you’re all that he’s not
Just look what I got
Cause you got it all
Over him

No, don’t let him worry you so
Once I met you I let go
Oh you can surely see
You’re so much more to me
Just one look and I knew
You would make everything clear
Make all the clouds disappear
You’re better than all the rest
Who do I love the best
Don’t you know, don’t you know

You got it all over him
You got me over him
Honey it’s true
There’s just you
You must have been heaven sent
Hearing me call you went
Out on a limb
And you’re all that he’s not
Just look what I got
Cause you got it all
All over him
(You got it all over him, You got me over him)
Honey it’s true there’s just you
You must have been heaven sent
Hearing me call you went
Out on a limb
And you’re all that he’s not
Just look what I got
Cause you got it all
All over him

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Song # 2’s by Irene Cara. Don’t even know who she was until I "googled" her. Hehe. Revived by Anna Fegi with a vid shot at the beautiful National Arts Center atop Mt. Makiling, the song "Anyone Can See" definitely brings back really sweet and wonderful memories.

If I could I`d try to know you
And I would never let you go, oh no!
But if I were to make you
A bit of time it would take to say, Someday

CHORUS 1:
Anyone can see
What you mean to me
Anyone can tell I fell for you so easily

On the night when you left me
I cried wishing you would say you’d stay
Maybe I don`t have the strength to
Tell you I need you so
I guess you`ll never know

CHORUS 2:
Anyone can see
What you mean to me
Anyone can tell (can tell)
I fell for you so easily

Anyone can see
What you mean to me
Anyone can tell (can tell)
My love for you
So easily
So easy

(Anyone, anyone, anyone
Anyone can see)
(Anyone, anyone, anyone
Anyone can see)
Anyone can see…
Anyone can see…

Princess No More

Saturday, June 10th, 2006

Inspired by Noah Pagdanganan’s blog name, here’s my own version, only, minimized as it’s only just a post, more like only a poem. =)

___________

Cut the slack, remove the slacks

Don the jeans, eat beans

Show ‘em you’re no prude

That you can be bad as well as good

Transform a single image into multiple facets

Sing in bars

Chase cars

Live not just for a day, but everyday

At its very best, experience liberty

From misery, be finally free.

___________

Bruised

Thursday, June 8th, 2006

The little stunt I was able to pull off early this afternoon was indeed successful. I was able to confirm my suspicions and fully trust the power of my intuition. It was sneaky. But it was cruel, I have to admit. At least for me. And for my ego. And just for this specific time, I am a winner as well as a loser.

Reminiscing

Tuesday, June 6th, 2006

No one else comes close to you

No one makes me feel the way you do

You’re so special boy, to me

And you’ll always be eternally

Everytime I hold you near

You always say the words I love to hear

Boy with just one touch, you could do so much

No one else comes close.

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Hearing this song in two versions  -  Regine Velasquez’ and a piano version  -  truly makes me reminisce.

It was just one week. It was just one event. It was just one group of people. But it was bliss nevertheless.

The feeling’s still as incredibly real as it felt that time.

Yes. I’m a child again. Hakuna matata! No worries. =)