Sunday, December 24, 2006

D' Original

There's just something about buying original stuff. I'm not talking
about clothes. I'm talking about the things that get pirated the most.
CD's and DVD's.

Music CD's. Ahhh, the scent of the booklet insert as you open the
jewel case. The smoothness and flawlessness of the CD Label print.
Everything on the disc is printed and designed in such a way that
everything fits exactly the way it should be - the way it was meant to
be.

Same goes for DVD movies. Original DVD movies carry a certain weight
about them that fakes can't ever replicate. The extra cash you shell
out automatically makes the DVD worth every penny, without a single
penny wasted.

But the most uncanny effect that originals have on me is their
capability to both "sound" and "look" clearer and more impressive than
the fakes. Even though, technically, there's no difference.

Y'all can mock me all you want. "You're a fool! spending Php900 on
something you can get for 50 bucks!". Well? one thing you can't buy
for 50 bucks is the novelty of the item.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

God saved me before i became totally screwed Story #1

The moment of truth. This is it. The night before the Kape't Pandasal
2nd year anniversary. Tension mounts during the Kape shoot today as i
find out that Bro. Nono Alfonso has finally chosen songs for them to
sing live on ABS tomorrow. Songs which i will have to scavenge the
malls for. Night falls. I see my opportunity to find the songs as Dex
(not to be confused with a male Dex classmate of mine back in college)
has to go to SM West to send a package. With no trouble i quickly
find Videoke CD's containing the songs we need. With much confidence
in my abilities to extract the minus one audio out of them, we grab
some Wendy's and head back to Jescom.

Jescom, around 9pm. i grab not a single bite out of my meal. Dex
doesn't either. We're both tense. Tomorrow is the day of reckoning. I
need closure that i can extract the minus one track successfully, and
Dex needs closure that she will have all her cast members for the No 2
Xmas shoot which starts tomorrow (someone backed out at the last
minute). I have encountered a problem though. It seems as though
modern technology has enhanced Videoke CD's to the point where the
minus one track and the track with vocals are not on separate channels
anymore. Am i damned? is this the day where all my seven days of
coordinating hardship slip out the holes in my pocket? Is this the day
i have to text Michelle and Joy of ABS-CBN that the bros have no songs
to sing tomorrow? Tune in next week to hear the conclusion of this
epic tale!

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Random Thoughts

I have to just place some thoughts here. Ayusin ko nlang yung ayos ng
pagka-ayos niya later. Ayos ba?

- The more i think about how to organize every thing in my life, the
more time runs out faster.
- The more i plan to sit down and think up my battle plan for the next
day, the more i end up going to work unready.

- There is so much i need to do. There is so much i want to do. Yet i
don't do it. Some people ask me why i don't just do it. I tell them i
don't know why.

- Am i really incapable? harap harapan na kasi sa sarili ko, i fail
myself. I fail in front of my own watchful scrutinizing eye. Does
that mean i really can't do it?

- Some people say that if i was thrust into a situation where i really
would have to fend for myself, that i would develop the necessary
skills to survive. Perhaps that's true. But i sure as hell am not
moving out!

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Theory of a Scoundrel #1

Lemme just make this quick. When we wonder why we need to pray, when it's obvious that God knows what we want before we even ask it, we should stop to think:

Perhaps we should pray, not to remind God of what we want, but to remind "us" of what we want. Not to remind God to protect us, but to remind us of His protection. Not to remind God of our prayers, but to remind "us" that we prayed. Thus faith is increased after each prayer.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

More selfish introvertial analysis

Well, i'm still screaming for attention and for people to care. Wallowing in self pity. Always imagining people saying, "but you're a good person!". I don't know if there's any truth to that statement. There is a thin line between being a "good person" and just being someone who doesn't care, doesn't wanna steer up trouble, and therefore "appears" good to everyone.

And where's my ambition huh? why am i so lazy???