July 3rd, 2005
WORDS IN MY WORLD: B is for Bold like R is in heaRt POSTED AT 05:17 AM Early today I finally saw some news, but then again since it's nothing new, let me rephrase what I just said: I saw some olds. B was same old, same old. Back in the habit, so to speak, and am not talking about cloaks and holy vows. Old is a scary word. It goes cold with C, mold with M, fold with F, and gets told with T. I think B though old is bold; and would do well as an uppercase letter. Thing is, to retain that capital status, you either have to be at the beginning of the sentence, or be a proper noun. Am afraid it won't be long before itching become bitchin', and no amount of boggle nor scrabble will score B a win. As for R who put the missing letter in heat and love, thanks for being there.  38 Swam.
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June 28th, 2005
The WILDCAT ponders on the PROBLEM-FREE PHILOSOPHY POSTED AT 05:56 AM I think I am easily one of the most socially flexible person you'll ever meet. Flex, ah I like that word. Had I been a word I would've enjoyed being FLEX. Starts like flavor, ends like sex. Maybe it's because I never really expect. I anticipate, but I never expect. Although both premeditate the upcoming, with expectation, the vision is myopic. And like people with unchecked near-sightedness, there's always the danger of tripping on the steps and ending up on your behind or having a real bad-ass case of migraine. At 28 years, I have 20-20 vision. We meet all sorts of people all the time - some fleeting and bitchin, like the cab driver who never gave back the change he owed you; others by mere acquaintance like the two gymmates you spot with in the gym (uh, it doesn't get more redundant than this); still others by soul and consanguinity, like the sister you used to conspire with to get permission to go to overnight parties; and then there's the completely unexpected comeuppance, like the bestbud you neverthought you'd find. The world can never be beat; and so I don't bother to scowl and get sarcastic. There are bad days and then some good ones. Whichever the case, I just enjoy the times. Yes Timone and Pumba, Hakuna Matata! |
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June 10th, 2005
EASTWOOD and the Right People POSTED AT 01:03 AM I saw them seated outside OJs Bar, already having a drink, so I signaled to the waitress for the menu. Immediately, I was introduced to Caz's boyfriend and after realizing that we went to the same gym, got onto talking about the gym people we both knew. It struck me, while we were talking, how important it is to know the right people as opposed to the left-out people, because: (1) and I mean no prejudice to gym and party wallflowers but it's really not cool to be just hanging around like decoration. We talked about Andrew and Carlo who both spotted for us, but never about "them" who sat on the PecDec and LatPulldown machines producing more eggs than muscles; also (2) the right people make significant connections; and finally (3) are bound to come up in future conversation(s). Late night drizzle had us move nearer the bar counter where good lighting had stirred us to take pictures of ourselves...  |
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May 24th, 2005
ONE BIG FIGHT! POSTED AT 07:44 AM It's been a year ago since I last cheered for the Blue Eagles. Two months from now and it will be the start of a new UAAP season. Can't wait to get back to see the games with old friends. Meantime, I am seeing through my game plan at work, home and love. It's all been tight but am pulling through. Office work has been crazy, been doing presentations, system implementation and writing manuals. Am glad that Joggy, the trainer has been happy with the presentations. Bryce, my boss has been appreciative with the Update Website I've put in place. At home, I'd been making extra effort in tracking my personal finances, income and expenses instead of just the usual spending until the account has depleted. And yeah, I think springbuck is happy with wildcat. They'll make a dash together on Wednesday. Every now and then I need a little pep. Dealing with loved-ones who've passed on to life in the next... surpassing tribulations, both trivial and major, resolving issues, real and imagined; in my heart I shout these words and wing it: ONE BIG FIGHT! |
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May 18th, 2005
Happiness... ah, the kind that lasts! POSTED AT 01:21 PM  1.) Having read the selection above, what do you think is making swim_bud happy? a. He will be watching STARWARS Episode 3: Revenge of the SITH tonight (12 hours ahead of the regular moviehouse showing) b. The presentations he'd been working on is getting there... c. Body wash smells and feels so much better than soap; he can't help but get carried away. d. The wildcat has finally found his spring buck. If you answered A, you probably are my date tonight; I hope and cross my fingers you'd enjoy later because I know I will. If you answered B, you're possibly an officemate who keeps seeing me work day in and day out at the office like there's no tomorrow, so you must think work is the only thing that moves me. If you answered C, you probably don't think too highly of me. But if you answered D, you either are a close friend who knows what I mean with that statement so I leave it at that, or a reader who just happened to make a really lucky pick. Be happy. 
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May 16th, 2005
Take the TEST POSTED AT 07:30 PM I'm psyched. Things are going to be happening really fast this week. Match the items in Column A with the action words from Column B. Column A Column B 1. Office A. Open 2. Bank B. Work 3. Moviehouse C. Pump 4. Gym D. Build 5. Home E. Watch Life is not just something to pass. It's to be aced. |
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May 13th, 2005
Goodbye... Hello... POSTED AT 07:33 PM Lola Tina, Nanay's cousin and best friend died of cardiac arrest last Monday; exactly 4 months after Nanay herself has passed on to the afterlife. I have fond memories of her and the place she keeps in Quiapo Manila. As a kid, Nanay would bring Ate and me to visit her for an afternoon-long chat. She'd have us feast on all sorts of pinoy merienda after gushing about me and my sister's cuteness. They were practically twins inspite of being borne to different parents; they looked alike Nanay and Lola Tina, had the same warm reassuring smile, grandmotherly demeanor and resounding laugh. The last time we met was in Nanay's interment services. I remember giving a peck on her tear-riddled cheeks goodbye. Tonight, on my way to work, I just happened to look at the sky bedecked with stars and thought: "Somewhere in the heavens Nanay and Lola Tina are probably saying their hellos." |
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May 9th, 2005
CONFESSIONS POSTED AT 11:42 PM I'd been deliberately busy these past few days, but I must say it has been liberating. A minute ago, I was ready to put down details I'd been itching to bring up in this post. Thank God, reason has gotten the better of me and I'm sober again so I deviate to generalizations instead... To begin with, I'd never really been a good confessee. I always go to confession and tell the priest of my most committed sin: "having impure thoughts". Now typically, I manage to get absolved of like 10 specific, embarrassing sins which conveniently fall under this "categorical sin"; but save for one time when instead of leading the priest to dismiss such a vague and seemingly inconsequential sin, I guess the obscurity only shifted this particular priest's curiosity into high gear and put me on the hot seat (which is technically a lie, as I was actually kneeling). In the end, what started out as a covertly innocent penance turned out to be a full-blown "dark ages" inquisition. I am done reciting all three decades of the rosary and having people guess what bad things I've done to get such a full-scaled retribution to atone them. From then on, I've learned my lesson; no, not to quit sinning altogether, but to reveal my sins not in one lump confession, but in partial installments. This way, reparation won't cost as much; and people don't stare, wonder and assess my sins behind my back all the while that it's taking me to finish praying my penance. It's confessing on deferred mode. Curiously, I realize I had never used my credit card to buy things in this payment scheme. You see, I'm a straight purchase kind of guy. Not that I don't enjoy procuring stuff, which would have made me a happy and gay shopper because it's a fact that I enjoy being a customer; but I like paying for things I get in full. Then again, using credit cards is a habit I've managed to successfully reduce. Not completely yet but am getting there. And as money is not the only thing that needs to get spent wisely, I'm also cutting down on night-outs and bonding sessions. Also, risking the chance of being tagged as square, I zero in on the absolute friendships and zone out on fleeting ones, all the time playing it by ear. It takes getting rid of the pounds to get back in shape. And sometimes boy, you don't need to go back to the gym to whip it. |
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April 3rd, 2005
PAPA can't PREACH (anymore) POSTED AT 09:03 AM My first entry this fools' month of April (against all my intentions) is not a laughable post: THE POPE IS DEAD. At 4:43 am today, a friend told me he heard it over the news on his car radio. Typical of the skeptic in me, I didn't believe it at first until a second and third friend (who I think is the most reliable among the three) confirmed the breaking news. My spirit nose-dived into an ocean of memories. FLASHBACK: WORLD YOUTH DAY 1995 Representing the country in the international empowered youth conference. Singing "Tell the World of His Love" with actions. Chanting "JP II, We Love You". Sharing experiences with contingents of other countries. Camping out on the grounds of the Grandstand. Waiting for the pope mobile to pass by. Just having a grand time with four million youth delegates... Thank you for giving the church a human face, widespread arms and an open mind. You will be deeply missed.  Reading: Lumen Gentium and Gaudium et Spes: The Pope Circulars Listening to: Tell the World of His Love Watching: CNN |
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