tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115323522011-07-08T04:11:48.218+08:00...anything that makes me tick: books that I read, videos I've seen, music I hear, happy anecdotes, tearful goodbyes, crazy people I meet, any surge of emotion.Naohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08827661800940224752noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11532352.post-12577196184541563492009-08-01T06:59:00.002+08:002009-08-01T07:05:19.486+08:00

I turned to where the shout came from but then it was already gone. Damn! I would have wanted one, or two, especially in this rainy weather. To my further irritation, I realized that the vendor was selling his balot while riding a bicycle. Hmp! How'd he expect to sell anything when the next time he shouts, he's already 30 meters away???Hmmm (smiles)... The last time I got to eat this was after

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A whole year when my blog page lay dormant and yet plenty of significance happened in that 365 days that was 2008. To remind me...I lost a friend.Funny... it would have been better to deal with if he'd actually died. Fond memories in the long run would have eased the pain. But believe me, it is a lot worse if you lost a friend because you lost respect for him. Try as I might to get things back

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A layer of pizza, an assortment of nuts, and two bottles of wine... Three officemates, a couple of friends and an airbus 320 that just took-off...December 31, 2008... 0910GMT...Last day of the year... Last flight out of the city... Last instruction for Alpha Lima..."Philippine 178, contact Mactan Approach 124 7. Have a good flight and happy new year!"Amid cheers from friends, AL started his "

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Plans were made a month ago but it was never really a detailed one. Just... "Our Christmas party will be on December 9, 4pm. Venue: to follow. Attendees: post at yahoo group. Contribution: P300 with bingo socials."It started a bit late - past 6pm, and I'm quite sorry it was partly my fault. It seemed that my brain didn't want to register the announced time and I arrived late. The venue was at

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I got to be a native “tourist” a week ago in Alona, Panglao, Bohol. What made it a totally thrilling experience was that I got to learn some tips on how to backpack to the place for those of us who are a little bit financially constrained. My brother who lives in Tagbilaran doesn’t even know some of them:1. Book airfare at least two months in advance. I would actually recommend one to avail of

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Claire (Oh, OK, so that's not his real name...) and I have not been in good terms for a while now. 'A while' would probably be an understatement since it actually has been 'months' since we've had a decent conversation. In all honesty? I don't want to talk to him yet, sadly enough. If only I can magically not be able to see him though others can... Hmmm... that would be quite nice.But why? what

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Distant fireworks woke me at 2:28am. In my dazed state, I managed to turn on MTV channel to see what song I would first hear during this significant day. "So Far Away", remade by a local artist, just started playing. "So far away, doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore...", the first few lyrics went. Hmm... my predicament exactly. Is this a message for me? I wonder if I get an early

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A week ago, I was on my way to Bangkok for Thailand Open 2007. The event promised a showcase of the top tennis players in world and I was so excited to be a part of it all. I took the bait- hook, line and sinker- even though I cannot even call myself an amateur player. I expected so much but I felt I was cheated out of something I was entitled to. Huhuhuhuhu..... Life certainly has an insane, and

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It's 3am, and I have just finished reading one of the greatest love story ever.I was physically exhausted. At first, it was just the mind doing its best to comprehend the events of the story. I even had to search back a few chapters, read again meaningful lines of events that led to the ending, just to make sure I understood the finale. Still I wondered if I got it right as I drifted off to a

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It has been a month now since two of my nieces had been hospitalized for dengue fever. It was one hell-week I wouldn't mind erasing from my past given the chance, but ironically, it was also one incident that helped me make a life-changing decision... It is time for me to come home. I love to travel. I managed to stay away from home this past ten years or so, working here in the big city,

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In all honesty, I have never been a football fan. Basketball... yes, about half a lifetime ago when Michael Jordan was still The King of that sport; though, I wasn't even a Chicago Bulls fan either. Tennis... absolutely, since the rest of my lifetime will probably be spent "trying" to play the game. But, football? Not really... but United made me one that memorable New Year's Day just this 2007.

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Friday, February 9, Davis Cup starts at 10am. I got out of bed with a bad stomach. So I thought, "to work or not to work? hmm..." Did you ever have one of those days when you just needed the smallest of reasons to decide to forgo your normal day and just hangout? You feel you're doing something wrong and yet, you can't keep this excitement inside and look forward to what's in store for you

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Phew! Watching the 23rd Sea Games has been the most fun-filled, game-watching thing I have ever done in a weekend. And i spent that 3-day weekend in just one place, the tennis court! :-) Now, although i have never been a tennis buff, i was never bored during those 3 days. It must have been the festive atmosphere of cheering for the home team to help them get that most coveted Gold. Not scorching

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The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one. -The Catcher in the Rye

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By Mark RickerbyI climb up a mountain to breathe in the air,and leave behind, with each step, one more useless care.The sun ripples like laughter across the wide sea.I smile at a flower and it smiles back at me.The wind lifts a scent from the meadow below,and reminds me of the first girl I kissed, long ago.I kneel in the heather, feel my spirit expand.A bright butterfly stops to rest on my

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Here are some excerpts from the book, “Adam’s Curse: A Future Without Men”, which I find interesting and informative:Chapter 7 – The blue-headed wrasse is a very handsome fish with its violet head brushed with broad yellow stripes that taper down its streamlined body. They live in harems with a dozen or so females being jealously guarded by a single male. That in itself is not unusual – it’s a

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Come rain or shine, nothing soothes me better than this oldie song by Louis Armstrong..... uhm, and a cup of coffee :-)What a Wonderful World I see trees of green, red roses tooI see them bloom for me and youAnd I think to myself what a wonderful world.I see skies of blue and clouds of whiteThe bright blessed day, the dark sacred nightAnd I think to myself what a wonderful world.The colors of the

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The last time I saw Julia was at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport, about three hours away before she stepped into her plane going to the Americas. I was her last send-off, and I was priviledged to have been there to see her go. She was full of uncertainty then. I remember her restlessness, maybe both of excitement and anxiety to face another country, another culture, another set of

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I have a technical job. At work, the male-female ratio is 5:1; and that's just in the central office where I work. If I consider the whole organization, the ratio would almost be about 20:1. It's a pretty tough place but it's great. :-)I do enjoy my work. I get to try and match my capabilities with my male counterparts and I believe I have done a pretty good job. What else would I be trying to do

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