This weekend I just wanted two things: girls, and heated political debate. Usually it's just girls. Of course, I got neither; instead I ended up listening to reggae music, which has its roots in girls and heated political debate, but it's just not the same thing.
Our office is situated near the corner where Ninoy's statue is (why is it there, anyway?), which made it a bad place to be last Friday afternoon. We got a bird's eye view of the whole protest rally thing. Although I suspect half of those present just wanted to see Kris and James Yap.
While listening to reggae we talked about the State of Emergency, and we came to the conclusion that 'emergency' meant: "Ayala Ave is closed? How the hell do we get to Greenbelt?"
But seriously, its hard not to have an opinion about what's going on. I'm not saying I've stopped being apolitical, it's just that if you have even an ounce of idealism left it's impossible not to feel sad and/or annoyed. I read somewhere that men will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest. True, true.
Speaking of bad leadership, we have YM back (hunh?). Now I feel bad calling people fascicts (Ah). Ok, not really. But thank God they caved. Nothing gets things done like violent protests.
Let's talk about the real issues: good television/DVD's. The Starstruck 3 Final 4's final task is a kissing scene with the Survivors from the past two seasons. Talk about your cup runneth over.
I bought the Tuck & Patti Live in Holland DVD I can say with finality: Tuck Andress is a freak.
I leave you with an another excerpt from another DVD I've just seen (for the nth time), Casablanca, which is also where I got this post's title from:
- Capt. Renault: No matter how clever he is, he still needs an exit visa... or I should say two?
- Rick: Why two?
- Capt. Renault: He is traveling with a lady.
- Rick: He'll take one.
- Capt. Renault: I think not. I've seen the lady.
No one writes things like these any more.
Well, it didn't exactly happen this way, but it was close enough.
My dream ending for this year's All-Star Game in Houston was: East up by one with under 10 ticks left in a closely fought match. Instead of fielding the starting five, Flip puts in all four Pistons and either Shaq or Wade (with the edge going to Wade, only because we want to see what the Pistons would look like if they drafted him instead of the Human Victory Cigar), and a Kobe drive (or jumper, I really don't care) getting sent back at the buzzer.
But I'll take the East 122-120 over the West anyway. Ray-ray was a disappointment all weekend, though.
The best All-Star game I've seen was the year AI and Starbury and the rest of the East came back from 21 down to win by one. Memorable because of the game itself, and it was the first All-Star game I "watched" in the form of a Flash application.
And we feel for you AI(guodala). "We was robbed!"
I'm barely getting through Life After Messenger. If I'm this lonely, shouldn't I be driving a better car?
This week I started wearing my lastest accesory: corrective lenses. It's crazy but I'm kind of enjoying it. I've started practicing my affected 'pensive' looks.
I have a blind date this week, and the setter-ups insist on it being actually blind.
I'm getting more disappointed each day that passes that my Wacom tablet remains unused for art. Is it simply a question of inspiration, time, or is it something completely different? I have no answers. All I know is, the more I think about it, the more it feels like my heart breaking.
I need comic books.
God, it seems I really need to start getting inspired for my art. Because judging from this post I'm going to have an even worse time trying to be a writer.
From Heart-Shaped Box. Strangely, an indirect Valentine's Day reference.
I really do have a complaint. A day after we discovered a messenger client that didn't need administrator rights to run, they...they took away EVERYTHING. No Yahoo, no MSN, no life. And no more Mr. Nice Consultant.
Is this bothering me more than it should? Should I welcome the enforced focus on work and becoming a better developer and a much more productive employee? Not to mention having to actually socialize in an analog manner?
Hell no. God, I can't get over it. This industry, of all industries, should know that social software is an indispensible part of living in the information age. Instead, fasiscm seems to be making a comeback. Soooo 20th century.
So if any of you need to contact me, I'll be in my cubicle/prison, quite possibly driven mad from solitary confinement. Also, will probably be programming using stone tools and clay tablets.
...is my idea to change the Philippine shopping experience. That way people like me won't get disappointed and say 'but it looked so good in the store!'
This weekend I ate at Brazil and their stop/go meat buffet for the first time. I still think for that price I should be able to take the yo-yo stop/go marker home. And also spotted at the Power Plant: a Power couple having a pre-Valentine's date. Because I guess Valentine's is reserved for the spouses.
This weekend I also went to the FF branch over at Robinson's Ermita. For some reason its layout reminds me of a seedy club. Take me back to ABS, where college crushes keep popping up!
This week I turned down the chance to work someplace else. Why? Because I am an idiot. And worse, an idiot with bad timing. I keep telling myself I should keep my eye on the prize. Except I don't remember what the prize is. Please please please I hope I did not make the wrong decision.
Last night I had some moments of enlightenment. And then this morning I promptly forgot. Beer giveth, and beer taketh away.
I'm depressed. In part due to the idiocy that was yesterday morning's game show stampede, in another part due to the fact that certain realities are sinking in, about life, love, and work. No, I will not elaborate.
I need to hit the mall.
Thas was this morning. Later...
And I did, and it actually worked. It cost me the retail value of something from Topman and the new UNO magazine, but I'm actually feeling a little better. Something to keep my mind off the state of the nation/mind. I'm shallow like that.
Flashing back to last night: Dinner in the mystical south. There are times when, I think, that's all you need.
