Let's do this again soon!!
Monday, May 31, 2010
Happiest Day of my Life
Yesterday I spent the day swimming with a bunch of my best buddies. I was so happy. It was one of the happiest days of my life. I love you guys!
Let's do this again soon!!
Let's do this again soon!!
Friday, May 28, 2010
I Don't Like A Lot of Things
As I get older, I find that there are many things I have less patience for. Is it because I'm just less tolerant of stuff or am I just getting grumpy in my middle age? Perhaps both.
Lots of stuff about Facebook drives me nuts. Like when people tag me photos, videos and notes that have nothing to do with me. There's a reason why tagging is meant to indicate "Photos of YOU", "Videos of YOU" or "Notes about YOU". That means you (that means ME) are in the photo, video or note. That's the purpose of tagging. It's to allow people who have photos of you to share them with you.
But people just don't get it. People rather tag other people so they can show their own photos, their own stuff, their own products, their own whatevers. Pretty soon your folder of "Photos of YOU" or "Videos of YOU" gets filled with photos and videos that don't have YOU in it, but all the other people's CRAP. They're just using the Facebook tag feature to SPAM other people. Don't they get this? Don't they get it's fucking annoying?
If they want to share something with me, then fine. Send me the photo directly. Send me a message to check it out. Don't the fuck put it in folders that are meant for MY stuff. Don't use my wall to advertise your stuff. I don't post my shit in other people's walls by tagging their name to it. I've never done that. I only post my shit on my own wall.
Yeah, I'm old and I just don't know how to use Facebook. FINE.
If I didn't find Facebook useful in other ways like getting in touch with long lost friends and maintaining a few other friendships, I would have just left the damned site already.
Lots of stuff about Facebook drives me nuts. Like when people tag me photos, videos and notes that have nothing to do with me. There's a reason why tagging is meant to indicate "Photos of YOU", "Videos of YOU" or "Notes about YOU". That means you (that means ME) are in the photo, video or note. That's the purpose of tagging. It's to allow people who have photos of you to share them with you.
But people just don't get it. People rather tag other people so they can show their own photos, their own stuff, their own products, their own whatevers. Pretty soon your folder of "Photos of YOU" or "Videos of YOU" gets filled with photos and videos that don't have YOU in it, but all the other people's CRAP. They're just using the Facebook tag feature to SPAM other people. Don't they get this? Don't they get it's fucking annoying?
If they want to share something with me, then fine. Send me the photo directly. Send me a message to check it out. Don't the fuck put it in folders that are meant for MY stuff. Don't use my wall to advertise your stuff. I don't post my shit in other people's walls by tagging their name to it. I've never done that. I only post my shit on my own wall.
Yeah, I'm old and I just don't know how to use Facebook. FINE.
If I didn't find Facebook useful in other ways like getting in touch with long lost friends and maintaining a few other friendships, I would have just left the damned site already.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
This Video Makes me Happy
I have an aversion for fan made videos, specially those that lipsynch songs by recording artists. In fact, I almost didn't bother watching this one. But I'm glad I gave it a chance because I just love it now. It's corny and cheesy to bits, but that's part of the charm of the video. It's fun, and most of all, it makes me happy. I never get tired of watching it.
I find it awesome that Bruce Springsteen still manages to find fans among those who are still teens and still remain relevant to them. Watching this video, you will get a peek into the power of the music of Bruce and why it's become relevant even to a non-American, living halfway around the world.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Change Careers! For a day or two...
Writing this in quickly. Today I become an actor. *naks* Hopefully I don't screw it up big freakin' time. This is no crazy one man indie movie like the Wasted movie thing I did a while back or my nutty You Tube stuff. This one has an entire cast, crew, director, location etc. etc. I was invited to be one of the main characters (a baddie!) with lots of lines (oh God!). We shoot for only one day (maybe 2) and it's shot here in San Pablo City, so I was pretty game.
I don't know what to expect. I'm kind of nervous. See you guys on the other side!
I don't know what to expect. I'm kind of nervous. See you guys on the other side!
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Jojo Acuin and Me
Jojo Acuin was a regular fixture of Philippine TV and print for a long time. He was a "psychic" who claimed to predict the future. the "Nostradamus of the Philippines" they call him. I don't remember any particular prediction of his that came true, but he certainly was famous for having predicted "something". I am kind of a skeptic when it comes to psychics. While I am by no means an atheist, as I do believe in certain things beyond the rational world, I have had a very low regard for psychics.
Never in a million years did I think Jojo Acuin's path and mine would ever cross, but it did.
It was sometime in 1995. I was working for this architect who will remain unnamed. Let me say that I have nothing personal against my old boss. In fact, I thought he was a good guy, a nice guy. Normally. Maybe he was just a little too carried away by his superstitions that one time.
Along with his Architecture practice, he also had a chain of groceries. One such grocery opened in Quezon City and he asked me, along with a few other guys in the office to be at the opening and man the aisles. I was thinking, WTF, I'm an Architect and he's got me doing security for his grocery. WTF?! I went anyway because everyone went.
I was glum as I walked the grocery aisles. In one particular aisle, I almost bumped into this guy. He stood there, kind of glaring at me with searing, frightening eyes. It was Jojo Acuin. And in my mind I said, "Holy shit, it's Jojo Acuin!" He said nothing. He stared at me, not moving. And then he walked away. The encounter freaked me out. Did he see anything, divine anything from my presence?
I hung around for half an hour more and I bolted back home. I didn't see Jojo Acuin again.
The following day I encountered a group of crying young women outside our office. They were the girls who worked at the grocery. I asked one girl why she was crying, and she said that our boss had ordered all of them to cut their hair short. As in very short. Almost like a regular boy's cut. And that the cost of the haircut would come out of their own salaries. If they didn't abide, they were fired. Apparently, it had been Jojo Acuin's "revelation". He said that the hairs should be cut really short so that as the hairs grow back, the business would grow along with it.
I got really angry. VERY angry. I thought it was wrong for a lot of different reasons. To me a person's hair is private business. I got angry because the girls were never given any choice.
I thought, let him try that fucking stunt with ME.
In 1995 I had really long hair. And I was thankful for it because it allowed me to match nerves with the boss. I knew he was eyeing my hair quite a lot but he couldn't just order me, an Architect in his office, to cut it off. He tried to be funny about it.
He came into the office one day, sweating and exasperated, fan in hand saying how HOT it was and wasn't I feeling hot? I said I was OK. He said he had scissors inside the house and help relieve my plight. I tried to be funny as well. I drew an air-conditioner unit on an illustration board and hung it up on the wall. He laughed it off, but repeated his "hint" to me a day or so later.
I felt things would just get worse from there so I just decided to quit a day or so later, and never came back.
I don't want to say anything bad about a dead man, but Jojo Acuin did make a lot of girls feel miserable on that day. And to what end? The grocery didn't last very long anyway, so his "revelation" turned out to be bogus.
Rest in peace Jojo. There's nothing more I can say.
Never in a million years did I think Jojo Acuin's path and mine would ever cross, but it did.
It was sometime in 1995. I was working for this architect who will remain unnamed. Let me say that I have nothing personal against my old boss. In fact, I thought he was a good guy, a nice guy. Normally. Maybe he was just a little too carried away by his superstitions that one time.
Along with his Architecture practice, he also had a chain of groceries. One such grocery opened in Quezon City and he asked me, along with a few other guys in the office to be at the opening and man the aisles. I was thinking, WTF, I'm an Architect and he's got me doing security for his grocery. WTF?! I went anyway because everyone went.
I was glum as I walked the grocery aisles. In one particular aisle, I almost bumped into this guy. He stood there, kind of glaring at me with searing, frightening eyes. It was Jojo Acuin. And in my mind I said, "Holy shit, it's Jojo Acuin!" He said nothing. He stared at me, not moving. And then he walked away. The encounter freaked me out. Did he see anything, divine anything from my presence?
I hung around for half an hour more and I bolted back home. I didn't see Jojo Acuin again.
The following day I encountered a group of crying young women outside our office. They were the girls who worked at the grocery. I asked one girl why she was crying, and she said that our boss had ordered all of them to cut their hair short. As in very short. Almost like a regular boy's cut. And that the cost of the haircut would come out of their own salaries. If they didn't abide, they were fired. Apparently, it had been Jojo Acuin's "revelation". He said that the hairs should be cut really short so that as the hairs grow back, the business would grow along with it.
I got really angry. VERY angry. I thought it was wrong for a lot of different reasons. To me a person's hair is private business. I got angry because the girls were never given any choice.
I thought, let him try that fucking stunt with ME.
In 1995 I had really long hair. And I was thankful for it because it allowed me to match nerves with the boss. I knew he was eyeing my hair quite a lot but he couldn't just order me, an Architect in his office, to cut it off. He tried to be funny about it.
He came into the office one day, sweating and exasperated, fan in hand saying how HOT it was and wasn't I feeling hot? I said I was OK. He said he had scissors inside the house and help relieve my plight. I tried to be funny as well. I drew an air-conditioner unit on an illustration board and hung it up on the wall. He laughed it off, but repeated his "hint" to me a day or so later.
I felt things would just get worse from there so I just decided to quit a day or so later, and never came back.
I don't want to say anything bad about a dead man, but Jojo Acuin did make a lot of girls feel miserable on that day. And to what end? The grocery didn't last very long anyway, so his "revelation" turned out to be bogus.
Rest in peace Jojo. There's nothing more I can say.
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