A collection of thoughts and spontaneous writings on life, love, visions and dreams and just being human.
Monday, December 31, 2007
New Year and on the job
Just got back from Starbucks, Vanilla frapp might do the trick of putting a bit of that holiday cheer tonight.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
currently listening to:
First of Summer/UrbanDub
Suger, We're going Down/Fallout Boy
This Side/Nickel Creek
Rockin' the suburbs/Ben Folds
All The Small Things/Blink182
Penny and Me/Hanson
Worktime raves
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
A declaration: The Shema
Shema Yisra'el
Adonai Eloheinu
Adonai ehad!
Current YouTube watch list
God's Jewish Warriors: A CNN documentary
The Crusades: The Christian and Islamic conflict
Monday, December 17, 2007
Another year in the life of a poetic ruggamuffin
Logging in to blogger has been tough ever since IT decided to block it from our networks. Well, I have ways to unblock if you know what I mean. Christmas, 6 days left before Christmas, 14 days left before another year begins. Reminiscing everything that has happened during the past 12 months, twelve theatrical months full of drama, comedy..even tragedy, goodbyes, hello's, closing doors, opening up new ones...new people entering my life and yes even changing my future. Everything is moving fast forward, time does not stand still nor does it slowmo's itself even for one such as me, it's as if I am looking at old photographs in midair, each one fades into nothingness as I touch them. Life is much more colorful, much more dramatic in real life as opposed to the characters I played when I did theater, in real life I get to go centerstage rather than backstage right or merely behind the curtains. I get to be the lead actor in a starring role in a unlimited act play. The world is my backdrop and IT IS AMAZING.
I guess there are still a lot of things to be thankful about, even grateful for the hard painful experiences from the past, the people, the places, all the individuals that God has used to shape me to who I am today. I know this is all old speak, cliche' ridden talk. I guess all I'm saying is, I guess you can still make a boring cerebral over-thinker like me fall in love and do headstands all over again. (I'm just kidding about that headstand thing, although the former is very much true).
About James:
James is a Q.A. analyst for an American technology company where he spends a lot of time filling out reports, emailing them to people and listening-in to calls. He loves to write, read books, drink coffee and just stay inside his newly painted terra-cotta room watching "Scrubs" or just listing to music. He doesn't like showbiz personalities, hates Pinoy Big Brother or anything that he thinks causes cerebral dysfunction. His current interest and loves are eating/hanging out anywhere near the University of Sto. Tomas where he spends time with a smashing and extraordinary lady.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Monday, December 03, 2007
Change
Change is good. Things have been happening in my life in such a fast pace that my mind can't seem to cope up...in a good way. Abeit a cliche, I truly believe in the saying that when God closes doors, He opens up big ones. There was this word that I heard from one of the speakers in a conference we attended back in Australia, if my memory serves me correctly, he used the word "displacement" a shift, a change (that word again) the removal of something in order to gain something in return. We hate changes, we like our lives to be systematic, in order, logical. But life is sometimes pragmatic, change does happen and we have to admit that we have no control over this. Acceptance and to learn how to move without overly analyzing each event is important. That goes the same for past relationships, sometimes we try to hold on, cling on to something that will no longer be of benefit to us. In so many ways, we let the past control us, dictate our future, we hold on to it as if we cannot survive without the constant remembrance of our broken affairs, ironically we are even addicted to the pain, as if it's constant recollection fuels our desire to live, like an obsession we hold on to the memories of the past, the pictures, it's people even the ones that has hurt us so deeply. Ironic. We must learn to let go and yes even forgive. Until that happens, we will always be haunted by the ghost of our pasts, we will be constantly chained to the walls of unforgiveness, unable to love or recieve love.
Hmmm, I should stop writing for now. Gotta get back to work.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Women are from Venus
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Awake
I slowly pulled up my covers up to my head, refusing to submit to wakening just yet.
The Sandman slowly whispers to me and beckons me still, but I know better, maybe tomorrow my old friend, maybe tomorrow.
I slowly rose out of the warmth of my bed into the cold floor to begin another day.
Dreams they call out to me, beckoning me to taste the sweet and bitter of the unknown.
Tell me more about the future, awaken my eyes to the past. Let me wander some more in my slumber, let me thread through the forbidden paths.
I see but a shadow of my present, something I left way way back. Let me visit those places once again, if not, then let me dream some more.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Notes from within
I wonder what it's like without religion, without it's hypocrisy, without it's false hopes. Life could be much more simplier, there will be no expectations, no blind faith. I often think that I am more of a pessimist rather than an optimist, perhaps I am just a realist, it's simplier that way. What do you think?
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
To someone I will surely miss
Friday, September 21, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Sellout
I used to be such a big fan of Starbucks, there was a time that I thought Starbucks as the epitome of everything about coffee, I applauded the company for its attempt to educate the masses about the joys of coffee drinking and cafe culture. Now, I'm not so sure anymore. I wish there were more options here in the Philippines, but well I guess I have to resort to calling my friends in the States to send me bags of Cafe Vittas beans.
Starbucks Sells Out
Why Sonic Youth and Frappucinos don't mix
August 10, 2007—When I walk into Starbucks, there are a couple things I've come to expect: One, I'll screw up the verbiage of my Mega-Grande-Retardo- Frappalicious Mochamajig™, and two, I'll be offered the chance to purchase the latest CD from Norah Jones or Sting or some other Adult Contemporary mainstay. And I like it that way—the second part, at least. Knowing that my taste in music is still hipper than Starbucks' legion of Alanis Morissette fans has always been comforting to me.
Which is why I'm saddened—no, outraged—by the recent news that the chain has enlisted art-rock demigods Sonic Youth to do a compilation. Predictably, indie ideologues are screaming "sellout!" over the band's "betrayal" of their former anticorporate code, but they're missing the point. Sonic Youth is just trying to make a buck. It's Starbucks who's betraying us.
How am I supposed to react if the next time I order a coffee they're blasting the latest Pitchfork-approved noise rock through their formerly safe and soothing speakers? Howard Schultz, you're shaking my sense of cultural superiority to the core. What's next? Will Staples begin publishing McSweeney's? Will Red Lobster produce the next Wes Anderson film, giving away free DVDs with every popcorn shrimp basket? To paraphrase Judd Nelson, If Starbucks gets hip... they'll all get hip... it'll be anarchy.
Adding insult to injury, the compilation has a nifty ironic title, Hits Are for Squares. And alterna icons like Dave Eggers and Chloë Sevigny are apparently involved in the conspiracy: They'll be selecting the tracks to be included on the disc. Et tu, Sevigny?
I'll tolerate having 35 Starbucks on my block. I'll put up with the ludicrous drink prices. I'll even suffer the angst of the blue-haired barista. But I can't go to Starbucks and hear Thurston Moore and Kim Gordon. Starbucks are for squares, Mr. Schultz, and for the love of God let's keep it that way.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
The Next PC
Friday, June 08, 2007
James's Speak
Thursday, May 24, 2007
going back
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Friday shift writes
5:07, just a couple of more hours..hehe.
Friday, May 11, 2007
major product exam
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Sad news
Saturday, February 17, 2007
updates
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
MacNews!!
Italy fights against coffee popularized by Starbucks
Tuesday, Jan 02, 2007, Page 6
In a fight against against the global spread of super-sized frappuccinos and iced cappuccinos, Italy has certified what it considers the classic cappuccino.
In a snub to the Starbucks-driven craze for loading gallons of hot frothy coffee-flavored liquid into cardboard pots, Italy's National Institute for Italian Espresso is defending the traditional squirt of steamed milk over a shot of espresso that is knocked back by millions of Italians every morning at zinc-topped bars all over the country.
The newly certified milky coffee, which is served only in a ceramic cup, was offered to members of parliament and ministers at an event sponsored by the parliamentary culture commission.
The institute has already given a government-backed certification to the perfect espresso coffee.
On Sunday the organization's president, Marco Paladini, stood up for the beleaguered cappuccino, promising "to protect this important expression of our national gastronomic culture ... A great success abroad, but not always made with adequate sensory quality", the newspaper Il Giornale quoted him as saying.
More froth than liquid, the Italian cappuccino can be swallowed in seconds and according to purists should leave a smear of milk on the inside of the cup. Stirring the beverage to mix the milk with the coffee that lurks in the bottom should not produce an overall brown color, but streaks of coffee in the pure white foam.
According to many Italians, the light brown color is similar to that of the robes worn by Italy's Capuchin monks, hence the name.http://www.taipeitimes.com/News/world/archives/2007/01/02/2003343056