That Thing Called 'AlDub'

Inaamin ko, fan ako ng AlDub at walang makakapigil sa akin. Kung gusto niyo eh maging fan na lang din kayo...

I'm a full-blooded Eat Bulaga (EB) fan. I might not be watching it all the time and there might be moments when I enjoy watching It's Showtime more than EB, but still, I will always end up laughing my heart out and singing the theme song of the longest noontime variety show.

And yes, I am one of those millions of people that also get hooked by the AlDub phenomenon. I have watched it since the first-ever 'Kalye-Serye' accidentally took off from the Juan for All, All for Juan segment of EB more than a month ago.

Trip

“Anong trip ‘yan?”

“Anong ‘trip’?”

“’Yan, ‘yang ginagawa mo. Anong trip yan?”

“Single trip. Haha. Pwede rin namang round trip kasi tumataba na ako.”

“Haha. Sira ka talaga! Pero seriously, bakit mag-isa ka lang?”

“Wala lang, trip ko lang. Haha!”

P.S. to P.S (Post Script to Pauline Sophia)

We, humans, are just a small particle compared to the world where we live in. Our world, in return, is just a small particle compared to the entire solar system where it resides. Our solar system is likewise just a small particle compared to entire galaxy which holds it. And yes, our galaxy, the Milky Way, is just a tiny bit of matter compared to our vast universe.

But in the smallest of things, we find circumstances which make us realize that we are as big as our universe.

We dream, we imagine, we pursue certain things, we explore, we fail, we succeed, we think, we talk, we act.

2013: Heluvayir

December 31, 2013  6:23am

I have almost an hour to finish this article before the laptop battery goes out. I also struggle from sleep deprivation in the past few weeks but they say that I work better if I don’t have any sleep. Perhaps I will have that kind of ambience in the next twelve months but before I get to that, let me first tell you a brief rundown of the past 364 days of my life.

I can’t sleep because I’m thinking about a lot of things, a lot of people and a lot of actions that I did in the past. But those things, people and actions won’t occupy the entire space of this blog post since doing such would tantamount to tiring my readers and thus killing myself.

Of coins and devices

I am a man of sentiments. I value memory more than money and I usually don't care about how much I spend as long as what I’m spending is for the benefit of satisfying my most cared bank of memories. One evening of April while I was on my way home, I suddenly realized that I lost my coin purse. It was given to me by my officemate more than a year ago and it had been my lonely companion everytime I travel locally or abroad. That coin purse became home not only of my coins and 20-50 peso bills, but also of my folded paper notes and even unused condom. I have my wallet but most of the time, especially when I was outside buying snacks or anything, my coin purse always came in handy. Now that it's gone, I feel like I lost some part of me and I am deeply sad due to the fact that one of my most memorable and handy chronicler of simple yet valuable artifacts is now no longer in my hands. Actually, coin purse isn't the only thing that I'm mourning. More than the purse and the coins amounting to around 50 pesos during that time when it was lost, I'm more concerned on the three priceless coins with two of them I have been saving for more than five years. Those priceless coins made my decisions in most complex issues. Now, I felt a little directionless. Perhaps it will take time before I could move on. Hopefully, I can move on.

P.S. I also lost my Nokia C2 phone. It wasn’t forcibly taken from me, at least, but still it was also significant. Good thing I already managed to back up some of the files, particularly images, stored in the device.

Dog Days are Over

After some months of roaming the vast world of Internet, I finally managed to discover that one particular site that I have long been searching. What good did it do? I found the answers to some of my questions. I had my late realizations and at least, now I can move on. It's painful to realize that as time goes by, you'll find yourself no longer in sync with those whom you once cared for. It's even painful to realize that you have cared for the wrong people. Everything that somehow made sense to my irrational world becomes superficial again. I won't apologize. No one has to apologize. But I'm afraid it's about time for me to break out from the circle of new life that we created in order to understand one another. This blog post is for myself because those people who should be reading this message perhaps won't care. Perhaps this message won't even matter to their mundane worlds. However, I'm still thankful and will eternally be grateful for all those years of precious memories.

My MB Escapade

It has been almost three years and it’s only fitting that I write this long blog post and divide it into three parts, just like those series of special reports that I have dealt with in the last couple of months. After all those painstaking moments that I have encountered, at least this is the best way to encapsulate most if not all of the lessons that I have learned in my life as an employee of the Manila Bulletin, the Philippines’ leading national newspaper.