'Twas the dawn that never came...

Come on, join the section

2009-09-25T08:30:00.000-07:00

To keep this ailing blog of mine from dying, here's another update on what's going on recently.

Last Wednesday, we received a batch of new clerks forced to clear off their '2-year-debt'. Eight of them actually. Or more. Sorry but I wasn't exactly introduced to all of them. Anyway, for NS Section, we gained two new additions to the crew. They will be replacing Desmond and Cher How, who're both leaving us, for better or for worse, in January.

Truth be spilled, I was really eager -- like all psyched up, to meet the new guys since I'd probably be spending the next one and a half year with them. So, as though I've got my expectations way too high, they weren't really what I had imagined them to be. Well, not to mean that they aren't good at the job but...perhaps they're just new and I haven't warmed up to them. Thing is, it's just weird knowing that two guys you barely know are replacing two guys that you've bonded and shared silly moments with for the past six months. I guess that's life down at the office; a never-ending cycle of people coming in and going out.

However, the new additions didn't just stop there. On Tuesday, another new clerk came over to our section. Apparently, he's the replacement for a guy whose position was left open and abandoned after he left about seven months ago. At that moment, I was seriously bummed out. NS section is really getting overcrowded. We've been doing fine all these time with just the four of us. I understand that the two guys are replacements but this new guy? Seriously, it's like you've been living for half your life without knowing you had a brother that you never knew. Besides, what's he gonna do? Share our jobs? *Ponders for a moment.* I don't think so.

New guys aside, this week was particularly hectic as we were down by two men. Vadi was on course for the entire week while Mason was leave since Wednesday. That leaves Cher How, Desmond and I to fend for ourselves. Hence, even with the inclusion of the three new guys, we were so busy we literally forgot to breathe. First of all, we had to handle our everyday routine tasks. Then, there were the random craps that our superiors fire at us just because they're too incompetent to do it themselves. Finally, we had to teach the new guys what we do. I, myself, was also caught up with the report I had to do for my Customer Relation Management(CRM) cases. I had to review over 600 of my past cases and freakin' compile the data in the computer. It was basically a slow walk down memory lane. Dates all the way back to when I too was labeled as 'the new guy'. After that, I had to babysit one of the new guy attached to me and guide him on how we operate, as well as the stuff he has to know.

For my position as a CRM clerk, you have to know and understand all the guidelines witin the system in order to provide a proper answer for the cases. Otherwise, you'd be stuck with the case in hand while staring at the words blankly. As a result, I have to explain everything in detail to the new guy attached to me. However, as he's still new, I didn't let him handle any of the cases as besides having to know the guidelines, you have to know what's the logical decision to make for each case. Did let him make a few phone calls though, for him to get a feel of what he can expect from CRM cases.

Amidst all that chaos, something good actually happened. My promotion. Finally, after six months, I got my promotion! Guess there goes my status of rookie, permanently. Hoorah!

To sum it all up, this week practically got me running about the office for the first time in six months. It's a busy but awesome week of new guys, promotion and whacky moments. For all the new guys, welcome to the section!

Dining out

2009-08-27T09:11:00.000-07:00

Ok, alright, I'll admit that I haven't been devoted to my blog lately. I'm sure everyone, by now, would've noticed the time lag between this post and my previous post. Well, I'm just gonna blame life for that. Boring, repetitive and nothing to write home about -- need I say more?

Anyway, that aside, let's divert our attention somewhere less...somber.

So, as though sucked into a wormhole and out, I've been in the NS Section for close to six months now and things are still exciting as ever. From putting up with the prehistoric creature, Auntiesaurus, to the countless ordeals with some major 'S.O.B.s', every single day is like a brand new chapter of an adventure novel filled with surprises and...more surprises.

However, none of the surprises were much of a surprise when compared to this -- a treat to a buffet dinner at the Pan Pacific Hotel after our superior, Mdm Tan, saw a 44% off ad on the newspapers. Immediately after she suggested this, we spent our lunch time on Monday researching on the hotel and its restaurants. Practically drooling over the menu offered in the restaurants and its alluring promotions, Mdm Tan proceeded to ring up the hotel for a reservation. To her dismay, most restaurants' 44% promotion were fully booked out and all that's left for us to choose from was the Global Kitchen, an international buffet restaurant. After much consideration and thorough calculation, we thought why not just give it a shot and take it as some sort of cohesion gathering. Without much dates left to pick from, we settled for August 27 at 1830 hrs.

Looking nice on this picture but not so much in actuality

After much awaiting, August 27 -- today, finally came and when the clock struck 1730hrs, we secretly put our plan in motion since the notorious Auntiesaurus wasn't invited. Well, no elaboration required there since no one likes her. Fortunately, she left before us and we drove directly to the hotel. Since we arrived there earlier than Mdm Tan, who went home to drop off her 'baggage', we seated ourselves down first.

Does this resemble a spaceship command center to anyone?

Checkin' in! Reservation for seven!

Then, after we were done hunting for food from the buffet table, Mdm Tan arrived with her husband. We chomped down on the vast selection of food for approximately 2 hours before moving to attack the dessert corner and heck, there were so much to choose from. I, myself, had some chocolate-coated marshmallows and strawberries from the chocolate fountain while my 'dessert-malnourished' friend/colleague, Desmond, took on every single one of the cakes. He basically took a slice of everything, which I guess is because they are all bite-sized. Or he could be really really craving for some desserts.

The desserts prepare to attack...or be attacked...

'Chomp chomp, your cream puff comrade is delicious...'

The Great Wall of Desserts being targeted

The cruelty of a battlefield

'You're going down, brownie survivor!'

After desserts, we were all filled and satisfied but surprisingly, Mdm Tan and her husband were still scouring the place for more stuff to sink their teeth into. So, we stayed and chatted about funny people and events at the office.

'Dang, how'd he manage to devour all the cakes?'

Carried on chatting for an hour or so before we went to the dessert corner again for some ice-cream and damn, those ice-cream were ice-hard. Trying to get a scoop out of the tub was like mining for coals in the mine. After that, while the lovely couple proceeded to the dessert corner to try out the desserts, we carried on with our talk.

'I scream , you scream, we all scream for ice-hard ice-cream'

'I'll scoop you out no matter what'

Anyway, since we managed to get a group shot, might as well introduce y'all to the members of NS Section, starting from the most senior. On the very left of the photo is Mdm Tan, our superior. She's right above the Auntiesaurus in terms of ranks but is less annoying than her, though she can still bug us to a level. Don't see eye to eye with the Auntiesaurus but still plays along as they have to work together. Extremely calculative, both in life and in work. Next, we have my upper-study, Mr Vadi (Indian guy) aka. the Dark Knight. Got the nickname of 'Dark Knight' from his ex-colleague due to his skin tone and his character of trying to set everything straight. Knowledgeable and is the famed upper-study of everyone currently in NS Section. Hates the Auntiesaurus after the suffering she made him go through. Refers to her as 'the clown'. Completed his service in June but signed on for a year as our supervisor. Next in line, we have Cher How (striped polo beside Vadi), who succeeded Mr Vadi's previous position and is the leader of our pack in NS Section. Loathes the things he has to do but still does it so that he can dump it in the face of the Auntiesaurus. Funny and goofy guy but holds the busiest position in NS Section. Up next, we have Mason (black polo), our medical clerk. Funny guy with a good sense of humor, albeit a little sarcastic and lame at times. Loves calling Vadi 'black' and all things black 'Vadi', to make fun of him. Very responsible despite being easily stressed. Hates the Auntiesaurus more than any one else, referring to her as 'bitch'. Last but not least, we have the newcomer Desmond (extreme right), who will be leaving in January with Cher How but is considered my junior. He was downgraded from his previous vocation and came to our section 3 months ago. Studied a little under Vadi, followed by our ex-colleague Alvin but I ended up teaching him most of everything, based on what I've learnt myself. Easily stressed and annoyed by the Auntiesaurus, leading him to absolutely detest her and following me in calling her 'monster'. Always targeted by both Cher How and Mason, who always jokingly makes fun of him for being a bit slow despite graduating from Catholic Junior College. A little naive and childish at times.

Group shot!

[L-R: Mdm Tan, Mr Tan, Mason, Cher How, Vadi, Desmond]

Back on topic, alas, all things have to come to an end and we left at 2210, 20 min before the restaurant closes. Took a ride back on Mdm Tan's minivan but was given the back seat, which feels and looks more like a cage than anything else. Since she was nice enough to give me a ride back, I shan't disclose more on her ride.

Though I seriously wished we could have done something else after we left, it's just too bad that we had to work tomorrow and everyone's worn out after a hard day's work. Well, I certainly hope that this will not be our last dinner outing since it's simply kick-ass and even better without the Auntiesaurus around.

For now, I'll just have to look forward to our next event on September 1, which is our sports day. Till then, fingers crossed and hoping that it'll be fun. Signing out!

S-whine flu

2009-07-07T07:58:00.000-07:00

Due to the recent H1N1 virus pandemic, everyone at the office's whining away at the various preventive measures that have been drawn up by our superiors.

Over the past few weeks, the number of reported cases have been escalating like a thermometer placed in boiling lava. Basically, one can say that the pandemic is widespread and ravaging out of control. Till date, there's still no sign of a cure or vaccine to stop it from rampaging down a path of mass destruction.

Hence, to keep it's spreading to a minimum low, our superiors came up with a geniusproof idea of pure stupidity by dividing the entire office into 2 cohorts. Okay, that might actually sound feasible but hear this -- we're still working under the same roof albeit in different rooms. Furthermore, it's an enclosed air-conditioned workspace we're talking about. What good would it do if one of us was infected and the virus managed to spread via the air vents? Another problem with this planning is that Team A is supposed to arrive 30 min earlier than Team B. 30 min!? Come on people, it's an arduous 10 min walk from the entrance to our office and everyone depends on the minibus for that matter. F.Y.I., the minibus isn't very punctual either. If you're from Team A and you miss the bus, you're more than likely to bump into people from Team B. Besides, both Team A and B would be sharing the same minibus since there's only one. What are the chances that you wouldn't get infected if someone infected was on board that same bus earlier? Pfft, we're all sooo gonna be infected.

Last and most definitely the stupidest idea of all, they stationed a few 'liabilities', aka. people without much use, outside our office to keep visitors from setting foot inside. Should anyone not from our department wish to enter our office, the 'liabilities' are to have them sign in a logbook and state their purpose of visit. Then, they'll issue the visitors a mask before allowing them entry. *Jaws drop* Seriously! That's it?! A mask is able to keep the virus from spreading? Geez, what gives?! I mean, what are they trying to accomplish with this? Even if you have that guy sign-in before he enters, what are you gonna do to him if he did spread the virus to us? Charge him? Put him on death row? Sanitize him? Gawd, is it redundant or what?

I bet by now, anyone reading this would be facepalm-ing in horror at their stupidity. Most of you would also be asking, 'How on Earth did someone who came up with such a foolprone idea manage to get a superior position?' Well, honestly, that's what we'd like to know too and until then, it's something for us to whine about too.

'Congratulations, you've been WoWed!'

2009-06-21T08:05:00.000-07:00

'That's it! You're going down, green-skin! I'm gonna make you wish you'd never ran into me.'

Well, at least that's what I'd like to say when I'm flailing magical bolts at orcs and trolls -- or when they're running behind me with their gigantic cleavers swinging wildly in the air.

It's been almost 2 years since I've last stepped into the realm of Azeroth, or more widely known as World of Warcraft. It's been such a long time that I've lost touch with most of the stuff in there with the crazy rapid updating they've been doing. Heck, I'm not even sure if I should be happy to see a member of the opposing faction or cower and turn tail.

The reason why I quit previously was because I didn't know a single player out of the millions in there. I was a lone wolf prowling the world, slaughtering any enemy that falls in my way. As time went by, the aimless roaming of the lands grew tiring and as a result, I quit, leaving my character in there to age and accumulate dust. Didn't even bother to look back.

But, now, I have colleagues who are WoW players and huge ones at that. Most of the time, they'd be talking about the raids or quests that WoW has to offer and some of the epic adventures they went through. At first, I didn't really listen much but as it went on, the interest I had began to surge. I started checking back on what they've done to the game for the past 2 years and damn, I've really missed out on a lot. It equates to having been put into a state of suspended animation in reality and then only waking up 50 years in the future to find everything so different and distant. However, all that I did was just purely information gathering. I did not step back into the game...yet.

It was until my colleagues learnt that I used to play WoW and invited me to join them did I really set foot into the game once again. I dumped my previous character aside and started out afresh since almost everything has changed within the time lapse. One of my colleague also started a new character with me and for once, there was actually something to look forward to in WoW. I competed with my colleague to see who'd level faster and I had an aim to shoot for the top, where I can then join my other colleague in his raids and stuff or help out some newcomers. Besides that, there was also social interaction, rather than just running about and questing in silence. I mean, you might as well become a bot.

Ok, so I started leveling all over again, spending hours each day grinding through the levels and as much as I hate to admit it, getting killed countless times in the process. Well, whaddya' know? I'm a priest. Priests are weak. They can't take hits like a warrior in plate does. A small prick from a dagger would send you screaming for help, whereas a warrior could stand stabs from it without faltering. But well, that was just for the starting phase of my character. Right now, I think I can handle 2 to 3 mobs at a time. Then again, against an enemy player, I might as well turn tail and run cause I'm not geared for player versus player. I have much too low health to survive continuous attacks from them. Right now, I'm 3/4 up the ladder and hoping to reach the top by the end of next week. Hah, brace yourselves, greenskins! I'm gonna come get y'all!! For the alliance!!

Great, and here comes the part where I tell myself, 'Congratulations, you've been WoWed -- again!'

Wow, never thought I'd be hearing that again...

Umbrella party

2009-06-02T07:32:00.000-07:00

The first impression anyone would get from these two words is partying with umbrellas. Well, I'm gonna say guess again. Or guess yet again if need be.

The day before yesterday, some foreign VIPs were stopping by our base and an umbrella party was required. Meaning, we needed a group of people whose job is to hold umbrellas for VIPs in the presence of a stormy weather. Ok...sounds funny. Scratch that, it is funny. Enlighten me on this but I can't figure out why we have to be the one holding the umbrella. It's illogical and impractical. Just because they're some big-assed VIPs, we're supposed to get ourselves wet to keep them dry? Seriously, I don't see no sense in that. How taxing can holding an umbrella be? Don't VIPs have limbs? Rather, do we have to do everything for them? Say, like feeding them , speaking for them or even, visit the toilet for them? No, no and no. They can do those perfectly fine. Now the only question that remains, what's so not to like about holding an umbrella? Besides, it's easier to shelter oneself, as compared to someone else, with an umbrella. For all you might know, the VIP might have longer legs than you and as a result, will be striding so far ahead that being pelted by the rain is unavoidable. So, what would make more sense? Holding an umbrella yourself or having someone hold it for you? I'll gladly pick the former option.

Anyway, I was one of the volunteers cause I figured, what's sacrificing a few hours of your weekend in exchange for a day off of work? The umbrella party was forecasted to last from 1400hrs to 1800hrs and assured us that they'd have a transport ready for us. You see, the only problem with our base is that to get from the entrance to our office, it's a 15 minutes walk. Frankly speaking, no one would want to walk that distance, even more so under the relentless scorching sun. So, they promised us that there'd be a minibus to ferry us in but after much waiting, we were still stranded at the entrance, awaiting the messianic arrival of the minibus. Finally, a call was made to the 'Auntiesaurus' and I quote from her idiotic reply, 'Oh, you must've missed the bus. Maybe you guys can walk in and if you see any cars coming in, flag them down and ask for a ride.' Good idea, why didn't we think of that? Umm...hello...it's a Sunday! There's like zero cars going in cause those involved in the event are already at the office. Anyway, it was a blessing that one of us drove on that day, although he came a bit later while we were halfway through walking. Then, at the office, I was dumbfounded by the stupid instructions they gave. 'Make yourself scarce unless it's raining.' Actually, I had the urge to reply, 'Gladly and with honor. In case you didn't notice, the temperature out there is approximately 32 degree celsius with the sun blazing wildly over you. Figuratively speaking, enjoy baking yourselves.' Hence, we spent the entire four hours hiding out in the office, chatting the time away. Not that I wanna complain but I think we caught ourselves a huge bargain!

To sum it all up, I like how 'umbrella party' sounds but hate what it actually meant. VIPs are not 'very important people', they're more of 'Verified: Intellectually Paralyzed'.

Speechless beyond words

2009-05-21T07:48:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, winners of reality shows such as the overhyped 'American Idol' or it's lesser-known counterpart 'Britain's Got Talent' aren't really all that, well...talented, or to a lesser extent, as good as the public make them out to be. Simply looking to siphon cash from its viewers, these shows have veered off its tracks from a talent competition to a 'if-you-like-me-vote-for-me' competition.

The true gems, however, are always hidden away elsewhere in places where most people divert their sights from. Sadly though, because of the fame and power these reality shows have gained, most people have developed this twisted mindset that singers/performers that aren't in these shows, are not talented whatsoever. To me, it seems like blatant discrimination over the assumption that a person with more fame is in a way, more talented.

Anyway, the reason why I'm even posting is because, well, during my routine weekly iTunes Store browse-through, I found myself repeatedly playing a 30 seconds preview of a particular song by a certain artist named Charice that I've never even heard of. I was so hooked on to it that I immediately opened up my browser and did a search. Now whaddya know, she's only a 17 year old teenager who instantaneously got her name resonating through the web after a performance on Oprah. Even with my biasness against shows like 'American Idol', I don't mind that she gained her fame from Oprah cause unlike 'AI', people can't vote her off just because they don't like her. Besides, she's horrifyingly good for a 17 year old. Check it out yourself since words just can't describe it:

There's a Hi-Def version of it at Oprah but I'd leave it to you all to decide if it's worth watching. In my opinion, the song itself is both meaningful and powerful while Charice just made it all that more amazing with a voice that is overflowing with emotion. Furthermore, from her performance, you can tell that she sang it from the bottom of her heart and that it meant a lot to her when she seemed almost ready to break into tears.

Damn, I sure hope that her single will fill up the shelves at my local CD shop so that I can wrap my fingers around it. I'm definitely looking forward to more of her work and I guess it's safe to say that we'll definitely be seeing more of her in the future. Fingers crossed.

Don't sneeze, don't cough, don't burn

2009-05-07T09:17:00.000-07:00

'Sweet-acular', the week is. I can say it a million or a trillion times but here's what, it's never boring down at the office; always brimming with life and pranks and all sorts of what-nots. Only downside to all these? I guess that'd be the infamous 'Auntiesaurus' but I'll just let that slide since she's been kept on a tight leash and behaving well these past two weeks due to the crapload of work she had to do, courtesy of the swine flu aka. mexican flu aka. H1N1 flu virus. Call it whatever you want but it's that nasty pandemic that's been spreading around the world.

Now that reminds me. Because of that, we had to go through this stupid temperature taking routine each day while having to update our everyday whereabouts in a movement record book which, in my opinion, is the epitome of pure senselessness. Wonder where they even got these ideas from, 'Gaga-land' perhaps? I mean, think about it, what's the point of giving us these logbooks when we can just refuse to update it by simply stating that we were home all day. They might be intending for us to work hand in hand but in this seemingly rebellious point in time, can't they come up with something more foolproof, rather than foolprone.

Pandemics aside, on Monday, I finally got to play a major part in 'checking-in' the guys who are called back for their training, partly owing it to the flu -- once again. Like I said, because of the flu, various regulations and guidelines have been set up to prevent such infections, should there be one, from spreading. One of them was for us to take the temperature of the guys before allowing them to check-in. Needless to say, I was tasked with that responsibility. Though it's a tad different from what we usually have to do, it's an amazing experience -- though it tends to be overwhelming at times when a bunch of guys swarms in on us. It kinda feels like you're a doctor when you're really not. Other than having to monitor their temperature, we also have to make sure that they fill up a declaration form as to wether they have been overseas for the past 2 weeks. Oh right, that rings another bell.

So, we've been doing this check-in procedure at the hangar quite a few time and never once did the 'Auntiesaurus' tag along. Surprisngly though, like how the sun would never rise from the west, she decided to join us, claiming that she's going to supervise us since new regulations were implemented. Seriously though, do we really need supervision for taking temperatures? I mean, look at it, even a child knows how to handle and use a thermometer. It's not like we're operating a crane, bulldozer or those delicate robotic arms used in some operations, for crying out loud. As always, something our section loves to do is to second-guess her true motive and in this case, we came to the same conclusion. Instead of supervising us, we think it's more likely that she's trying to avoid her work. Exemplary, simply exemplary, even more so for a superior. Not. As expected, she was throwing her weight around and instead of helping us out, she's become more of a hassle hindering our work. As if that wasn't enough, she had to make this imbecilic decision for everyone to declare if they have been overseas, starting March '09. Ok, as we jolly well know, the flu only broke out about 2 weeks ago, 3 weeks at best, so why the heck do they need to declare where they've been over the past few months? I guess some people are just so doltish that they're beyond our comprehension.

Anyway, since WHO has already dropped the threat level to yellow, I guess we could say that the worst is in the past but well...we all know how unpredictable the future is. Let's just pray that this pandemic will blow off soon so that we can drop all these incongruous practices and ditch the vexatious 'Auntiesaurus' in the office, once and for all.

Man down, man down. Understaffed, understaffed.

2009-04-13T08:09:00.000-07:00

In short, today can be summarized in a lot of ways. One word, hectic. Two words, particularly busy. Three words, taxful and challenging. Four words, all work no play. Five words, you get what I mean.

So, today, I reported in for work earlier than usual cause we have a bunch of guys who are coming in for their in-camp training and for our job -- which is kinda similar to the reception counter at a hotel, we have to check them in. Psyched and all fired up, I arrived at the office, anxiously anticipating how things would turn out.

Halfway through when I was sorting out the documents, I was interrupted by this caffeinated high-pitched voice from nowhere, asking if somebody was there and who it was. Like a slow-witted reaction, I didn't pay any attention initially but in a split second, I had this portentous feeling that it was someone I'd usually prefer not to see and a rough idea of who that might be. Obviously, in my excitement, I had totally forgotten about the existence of that ominous being who prowls the office and occupies the center cubicle. Just as I guessed, the clownish head of 'Auntiesaurus' bobbed out from behind the file cabinets and I thought to myself, note to self, never ever doubt your intuitions. However, it was all too late to hide and she immediately showed her 'I-have-work-for-you' grin after informing me that my senior was reporting sick. That instantly gave me the feeling that doomsday was just round the corner.

The ten minutes where I was alone with her in the office -- it was pure chaos. All the documents that she demanded, I had no access to cause I had already returned the access card to my senior last Thursday. She of course realized that and was also at a loss on what to do. As though lady luck was on my side, my very experienced colleague, Cher How, from our section came in just in time and everything was solved with a snap of the fingers. Pfft, talk about a supervisor who knows nothing about what we do and yet, still happily barking orders. Then, when he went out to the hangar to 'check-in' the guys who were coming in, I quickly followed behind. Purpose? To avoid having the 'Auntiesarus' dump all her work on me again. Truth be spilled, it was like the best decision I had ever made since I was posted there. Spent two hours or so in the hangar, awaiting the arrival of our 'guests'. While waiting, my colleague was surfing the World of Warcraft Armory site and we started chatting about it, admiring other players' masterpiece.

Like stepping into a mall and out, half a day has already passed us by. From there on, it was work, work and more work. It was an exceptionally busy day since our section is down to Cher How and I -- the two of us -- while my senior with two other colleagues were on medical leave and we're expected to cover up for them. As such, I had to handle stuff that I had no prior experience with and is pretty fresh to. Thankfully, the system isn't all that difficult to figure out if you're literate and there's this wonderful invention called the telephone/cellphone. In the end, I was able to cope with the mountainous heap of work and everything turned out just fine. In fact, I kinda like the experience since it's quite challenging and you get to learn stuff along the way. Stuff that even 'Auntiesaurus' don't know about. That ought to give you a huge advantage over her in any debate on work issues.

Lastly, even when it's clearly past knock off time, 'Auntiesaurus' still had me check up the absentees report and worst of all, wants me to deliver a mail for her on my way home. Gosh, persistent much!?

Vrooom...vrooom...

2009-04-09T09:34:00.000-07:00

Just got back from watching 'Fast & Furious' with my colleagues and damn, it was quite the ride. Pun may or may not be intended there. The storyline was engaging and tends to keep your adrenaline pumping but as with driving, we're bound to hit some speed bumps or red lights along the road. Nevertheless, I really enjoyed the movie as it's not just about street racing. There's a major plot and racing is just a small part of it.

However, what I had my eyes fixed on to for the entire run of the movie were the amazingly gorgeous cars. Everyone in the theater echoed out in awe and disbelief at the sight of these automobile beauties. With each thrust of their gas pedals, I could feel my heart rate rising as though it was the engine itself. Well, mainly that's because of the digital stereo surround system they have in there. It just gives you the feeling that you're in the car itself. A placebo of sorts. Besides the highly attractive cars, what's equally as awesome is the superlative driving skills displayed. They could drift like a leaf on a stream and drive in reverse without a sweat, dodge flaming fuel tanks or speeding cars with all sorts of fanciful swerves and moves. Gosh, they even have these nitro-meth engines thingy that spew fire out from the exhuast pipes. Ain't it awesome or what?

Well, I guess I'm still so engrossed with the cars to even think about anything else from the movie. In fact, all I can pull out from my memory are the cars alone. Cars, cars and more cars. Amazingly gorgeous cars.

Anyway, a little on what's been going on as of late, I've just survived three days of work without my senior's supervision. In other words, I temporarily took over his position while he was on overseas leave. As with what I've said from last week, he has left a huge pair of shoes for me to fill in. Real huge. Like humongous. I was like totally sweating out on the first day since I've to try my hands on more advanced stuff, handle the incoming waves of e-mails, submit my work on time and answer phone calls. Though it kinda sounds terrifying, it actually isn't all that bad. There isn't really a deadline for when I have to submit my work but I just limit myself so that it'd be more of a challenge rather than the normal mind-numbing 8 to 5 routine. Still, it was definitely an interesting experience, one that I've never had before, and I slowly got used to it as the days went by. It's a pity that I'll have to hand all that back to him on Monday. Will really miss the 2 computers and the desk. They've been serving me all day long for the past three days and without them, I couldn't have done anything.

Alright, I think I'll just break off here for now. Hopefully, I'll be able to find something else to blog about soon. Then again, it isn't that hard when you're working in a office filled with all sorts of interesting events everyday. Well, cheers!

Love, faith, perserverance

2009-04-07T07:05:00.000-07:00

Those are the widely expressed characteristics possessed by Melinda Gordon, more famously known as the 'Ghost Whisperer'. Having innumerable encounters with the dead who are 'earthbound' due to unfinished business, one would think that she would be able to take deaths with stride. However, that proved to be wrong when we witnessed the loss of her husband during a misfire. Shattered, traumatized and unable to come to terms with the tragedy, Melinda struggled to face the facts, the very fabric of truth, that would change her life. Probably forever.

Despite a major life makeover, Melinda was still able to remain logical due to her affections for the one true love she has ever known. Jim. A man who fully believes in her ability without the slightest hint of doubt and is able to accept her with open arms for who she really is, as a bridge between the living and dead. Her undying love was the beacon of light that guided her through the darkest period of her time, knowing that he'll always be at her side.

Then, it was as though her job of crossing spirits into the 'light' has paid off and she was granted a second chance at it all. However, like all things free, they aren't always perfect. Jim isn't the person she once knew anymore. In fact, it's an entirely different person. Different looks, different personality and most of all, no memories of his life with Melinda. Even though the spirit of Jim has integrated into a different 'human vessel' named Sam, she persisted in trying to bring him back by reigniting those dormant memories, believing that he did it all so that they could always be together, out of sheer faith. That very faith kept her going even when those around her refused to believe.

Finally, it was down to the revelation of her abilities to the highly skeptical Sam. Knowing that it wouldn't be easy for him to accept, Melinda was caught in a dilemma, unsure if she should disclose her ability or to keep it a secret. However, when she was forced to reveal it, Sam took it with a closed mind. Melinda, however, perservered due to the fact that she would be betraying Jim if she gave up on Sam. After several heartbreaking moments and misunderstanding, Jim's consciousness finally resurfaced in Sam and they were reunited once again.

The reason why I'm attracted to the series is that by highlighting the loss suffered by people and the things they go through after, we ourselves get to learn some life lessons. All in all, I highly admire Melinda for being able to cope with her job as a 'whisperer' while having to push herself through the arduous journey, solely relying on something which is incorporeal. If one were able to make use of these three characteristics in everyday life, I'm guessing everyone would be doing so much better.

3rd of April: Birthday Day

2009-04-04T06:12:00.000-07:00

I hereby declare the abovementioned day as Birthday Day! Reason, too many birthdays fall on that day for me. First, there was my senior's birthday, then my colleague's birthday, followed up by my grandma's birthday. I mean, one was expected, two was normal, but three!?

Thankfully, I didn't have to fret about trying to attend all three of them since my grandma didn't really have plans for hers while both my colleague and senior decided to just throw one birthday bash together. Ergo, no cloning needed.

Yesterday was quite an awesome day at the office since I got a hands-on session with the stuff I've learnt over the past two weeks. Alone. Well, my senior was on birthday leave so I kinda had to cover for him and god, those were some big shoes he left. I had to deal with numerous calls, settle some workfiles and worst of all, deal with the consistent yapping of not one but two Auntiesaurus-es. At the same time! One of them gave me a list of names for me to print out their particulars but I didn't have access to the webpage required. Went to my colleague for help and he commented that she's crazy and just to ignore it or she'll just use us for every little thing she needs in the future. Hmm, point taken. Nevertheless, it was worth each and every while, just for the experience. It was like I finally got my own desk, though it's not..but, well, it was mine for that day. Come 5.00pm and every single soul in the company were gone without a trace. That's how it is at the office. Poof and they're gone. Very prompt about leaving on time but ironically, tardy about reporting in on time. I stayed back a little longer with a few minority since I had a pretty good idea how packed the ferry service is goning to be. In a sentence, it's an excellent example of sardines in a can.

Rushed back home for a change of clothes and immediately headed for the birthday bash. Mingled a little and stayed for the 'ritualistic cake cutting ceremony'. Left with my senior and some others after that and went to a nearby arcade. If my memory hasn't failed me, it's been 7 years since I've last set foot in one. Joined in some friendly virtual races with my collaegues and lost them all. I guess racing isn't in my blood. Out of all the games I tried my hands on, I wasted two credits for nothing just because the staff there didn't have the practicality to place an 'Out of Order' sign on their faulty machines. After all our credits were used up, we left to get some drinks before scuttling home.

Well, for now, I'm looking forward to next week. Heard that two new guys will be coming in on Monday. Guess that'll remove the 'new guy' status from me. Pretty excited what section they'll be under. Hopefully, one of them will come under us so that we won't be shorthanded after two of our senior leaves in June. Something else I'm looking forward to is our next scheduled outing on Thursday to watch 'Fast & Furious'.

Alrighty then, I'm breaking off here. Will update ASAP. Cheers!

Superiors' day out, our day in!

2009-03-30T06:03:00.000-07:00

It's Monday again -- the worst day of any week. Hence, people came up with the term 'monday blues'. That'd turn out to be true on other weeks but...not today!

Apparently, one of our supervisors will be leaving us tomorrow and the higher-ups had already been planning on throwing her a farewell party since last week, tasking my senior with getting them a reservation for high tea. Of course, my senior didn't like it cause basically, we're not a concierge. We have our jobs to do and making reservations for high tea at hotels definitely isn't one of them. Jeezers...come to think of it, they even had them script out their jobscopes to better remind them of what they're supposed to do.

Anyway, my senior went along with it and, last week, scheduled them for high tea at 3.30pm today. Happily, we went to work, looking forward to the moment when we'll claim the office for ourselves. However, we didn't even have to wait till noon for the fun to begin. Most of the superiors in our office didn't come in today! 'Auntiesaurus' included! We breezed past for most of the day but we're still eagerly waiting for the remaining few to vacate the building. We initially thought they'd leave at 2.45 but they were still there. Then, we thought 3.00pm and again, wrong guess. By 3.15pm, everyone was sitting on their edge, wondering if there had been a change in their plans because the 'focus' of the event...was still in the office! Yeah, people were throwing her a farewell party and she didn't even bother if she was late!? Gosh, is she vapid, thickheaded or what? Finally came 3.30 and most of us were frustrated with why they're still in the office. A little more time flew by and hurrah! After half a day of waiting, the superiors are finally out!! Everyone immediately dropped their work and moved to their respective social groups, either to chat or fool around. From there on, it was a downhill slide till we knock off at 5.30pm.

*Exhales*, I guess today wasn't really all that bad for a Monday. In fact, it wasn't bad at all except for the moments of doubt we had in between regarding the farewell party. I guess from tomorrow on, it's one less superior to look out for. Other words, their loss, our gain!

Tables, chairs and slack...

2009-03-26T07:43:00.000-07:00

Another quick update before the blog is left to wilt again.

Today was an exceptionally enjoyable and exciting day, mostly because today was way different than most other days. You could say that the train somehow veered off its tracks.

First abnormal instance, which came pretty much as a surprise to about everyone else, my senior who almost NEVER has breakfast...actually offered to treat me to one. It was like, 'Hey, let's go get some breakfast.' and I went 'Huh? For real?' while everyone else was saying 'Oh my god. D-day must be round the corner.' Initially, I declined his goodwill but since it was freezing in the office, I finally crumbled and gave in. Went to the canteen and had nothing but a cup of tea since I didn't have the appetite for anything else.

Then, during lunchtime, our group actually decided to skip lunch! One thing I can assure you people is that these guys would never forego their meals for work. They'd take adavantage of every break they get to the fullest extent. Well, of course, that determination didn't last very long 'cause halfway through lunchtime, we dropped all work and the five of us swarmed to the canteen. Since we came out at a later time, we planned to stay out a bit longer, past the designated lunch period. That turned out to be a pretty wise move when a supervisor-of-sorts in our office came to ask for our assistance. She was in urgent need of extra help to set up some tables and chairs for an event. Reason being, she was heavily understaffed. Had only one person under her section to expend since the other guy called in sick. I know, it's a really small section that consists of only two people. So, since we're already out of the office, why not?

We proceeded to the 'VIP Room', ready to set up some chairs and tables. Had a rather easy time since they were still fumbling over how the tables should be placed and what should go where. Next, we found out that we were short of ten chairs. Called up a shuttle bus from the transport division and the five of us happily rode down to the auditorium for some 'chair stealing'. Once inside, we had two different chairs to pick from. Of course, we knew which ones we were supposed to pick but since the supervisor-of-sorts didn't mention the specific kind, we decided to go with the wrong kind of chair so that we could spend more time out of the office. Once back at the room, the supervisor-of-sorts was like 'oh my god, why did you pick these chairs?'

Personally, I just don't understand why they have to go through all these big hoo-ha over something so minor. I mean, they were just throwing a buffet for the VIPs, not auctioning off the chairs and tables. Do they really think that the VIPs are gonna mind that the chairs are not the same? Of course not, they just wanna eat for crying out loud.

In the end, she still settled for the chairs we picked and sadly, our plans were crashed. It's still good though cause we continued to linger inside the VIP room, constantly shifting the chairs into position to her satisfaction.

After all's done, we decided to explore this room, called the 'Enforcers' Lodge', that was meant for us workers but has never once been utilized. Told the supervisor-of-sorts that we're gonna go test out the air-cons there. Honestly, in my opinion, it was nothing much. It was quite a big room but there were just armchairs after armchairs. You could say it bears quite a resemblance to the waiting room at a hospital. Next thing you know, the guys were flipping through the channels on TV before settling for 'Survivor: Tocantins'. Spent like 10 to 15 min in there before the supervisor-of-sorts came over. Normally, you'd expect her to shout at us but no, she just told us that we turned on the lights outside by accident. After that, since she was returning to the office, we told her to inform our supervisor, 'Auntiesaurus', that we're still helping out in the VIP room whereas in fact, we're slacking off in the 'Enforcers' Lodge'. You'd think she'll say no but she agreed without any hesitation. No strings attached either. After we've experienced our fill of the room, we obediently headed back to the office.

It's not like these sort of stuff happens everyday and it's kinda fun to have it once in a while. Partially, it's because we have such wonderful supervisors that we can experience a different side of our normal life routine. 'Auntiesaurus' isn't all that bad either. It's just that when she gets a lil' bitchy when she really wants something, it'll get on your nerves. Otherwise, she's harmless. No radioactive blasts from her mouth or lasers shooting from her eyes. To sum it all up, today's a special day filled with tables, chairs and slack. Three cheers for us and the supervisors!

Neither long nor short

2009-03-25T06:36:00.001-07:00

So, I was pondering when the hell I was gonna update this wilting blog of mine and tadah, here I am right now updating it. Kinda felt bad leaving it alone for such an extended period of time.

Anyways~, just a quick update of what I've been up to recently. Over these past few months, I was busy preparing to take on this very frustrating situation that certain people have to go through at some point in time. Basically, it can be summarized in two letters, primarily 'N' and 'S'. Yeah, NS. It really sucks but what can I do? I'm like forced into it before I was even born! It's dictated I tell you. Dictated! Geez.

But, oh well, since it's already begun, what else can I do but to acknowledge the fact that I can't run from it. No use cursing the dark when you've already walked into it. Just have to look on the bright side, like the song that goes like this:

'Always look on the bright side of life, do doo~ do doo do doo do doo~'.

Basically, it all started out with us being 'exiled' to a 'deserted' off-shore island infested with nothing but people in camo for 5 days. For me, I was considered to be lucky cause it was like a stroll down the beach, whereas the norm would be to remain in exile for 3 to 12 weeks of vigorous training. Following that, we returned to 'civilization' and were posted to different units. For me, I was assigned a clerk position. More specifically, an Admin Support Assistant or ASA for short. Till date, it's been only 3 days since I started work as an ASA and I gotta say, it's kinda...boring. I'm just gonna hope that the boring-ness is not gonna stay for long or I'd have to live with it for 2 whole years!

Oh, and speaking about 2 years, every senior that's spoken to us has this to say, 'Two years isn't a short time. But neither is it long.' Hmm...makes perfect sense. I guess it's just nice, eh? Not. What, do we look like toddlers to them? How on earth is that supposed to make us feel better? Or rather, was it even intended to? Well, now that's something to think about...

Back to my life as ASA. Since I'm new and all green, I'm studying under a senior who'd be leaving sometime in June. If things go well, I'll be his replacement...or someone elses. Either way, I'm just there to replace someone who'll be leaving soon. As for the working environment, I can only think of the word 'freezer'. It's like they have the air-con linked to the North Pole or some place cold. It's simply freezing. However, compared to the burning weather outside, I'd prefer to stay in the 'freezer' all day long.

Other than the freezing office, the people working there are a mix of all sorts. Big, fat, short, tall, skinny and small. Besides, we're all around the same age so it's a lot of fun watching them trying to slack through the hours from 8am to 5.30pm or the funny talk they have sometimes. Like for instance, today, one of my colleagues was messing around with the barcode scanner, using it to scan the barcode on his computer while my senior was trying to key in something. Basically, it went like this. My senior was keying in some numbers then *beep* and some random numbers overwrites whatever he keyed in. My senior, Vadi, goes like,
'Hey, I'm trying to find this guy lah...'
and the guy, Mason, was like,
'Oh, I didn't know. Just trying it out.'
My senior continues keying in his stuff when all of a sudden *beep*...then...*beep*, keys in, *beep*, keys in, *beep*, keys in, *beep*...cycle goes on for quite some time. Later that afternoon, the same guy was playing with the scanner again. This time, the lady in charge, better known as 'Auntiesaurus', heard the beeping sound and asked my senior what he was doing with the scanner cause he was the only one with it. In his attempt to cover up for Mason, he told her that he wanted to check if the scanner was working fine cause it blacked out for a moment. Of course, that was a plain white lie. Everyone else who knew what was going on were giggling their guts out, having deceived the 'Auntiesaurus'. The fun doesn't just stop there cause another of the senior clerk knew about it and was asking Mason what he did. Surprisingly, he stuck to my senior's story and threw all the blame on him, like,
'Aiyo, Vadi, you very naughty ah. Keep playing with the scanner. Very fun meh?'

Truth be told, it indeed was very fun. Not the scanner of course but the entire happening. All in all, you'll encounter these sort of events umpteen times per day so I guess it really isn't all THAT boring. For the scanner itself, I'll have a hands-on session next Monday so I'll get to see how fun it really is. Let's hope it doesn't turn out to be a bummer. XD

Gil the 'Bug Man'

2009-01-17T11:44:00.000-08:00

'Because the dead can't speak for themselves'. That is the reason why my all-time favourite character, Dr. Gilbert Grissom, gave everything within his power to deliver justice upon the countless lawbreakers that has commited various treacherous acts of monstrosity.

Having been on CSI: Crime Scene Investigation for an impressive 9 years, Gil Grissom has left behind an unforgettable impression in every viewer's memories as the idiosyncratic yet highly intelligent supervisor of the night shift Las Vegas CSI unit and as the father figure of the team. Due to his infatuation with bugs as an entomologist, he was also largely referred to as the 'bug man' to those working around him.

Starting out as a person with a misanthropic-like character who would rather bury himself in his work consistently than mingle or socialize, Grissom has evolved, over the span of the show, into a sentimental guy who cherishes and cares for his team above everything else; though still retaining his workaholic part of his character. In his line of job, everyday was a horror to live through having to examine gruesome crime scenes and risking his life to nab the bad guys. In short, Grissom has been through almost every worst scenario we can think of. From losing a CSI trainee in the first episode to facing the most elusive criminal in the form of 'The Miniature Killer' and dealing with his otosclerosis to dealing with the loss and departure of those he held dearest, we can say that his perserverance and will is to be highly admired. Sadly though, there comes a point in life where one is exhausted after having to go through such disheartening events every now and then. This, ultimately, was the reason why Grissom decided to leave CSI.

Grissom and Catherine, the 'husband/wife' of the team, exchange looks of encouragement for one last time...

Though I have dreaded the coming of this day ever since I became fond of the character, it is impossible for us to deny the fact that every character leaves a show at some point, whether it's to our liking or not. Fortunately, Grissom's exit from the show was not on an ambulance or on the autopsy table. Instead, it was beautifully planned out, accompanied by a mellow and breathtaking piano piece, which more or less reduces the lingering pain of farewell. Well, we owe the director and producers our thanks for this.

My favorite on-screen couple, GSR, is back in action!

While it is sad that we'll be losing the most experienced, proficient and intelligent member of the team, the other members will finally be able to shine after having been living in the shadow of their respected mentor, Gil the 'Bug Man.' Despite all that, I would be lying if I said I'm not going to miss the bugs, his office, quirkiness, enthusiasm, unique sense of humor and most of all, poetic quotes. You will be seriously missed, Mr. 'Bug Man.'

Resident Evil: Degeneration

2008-12-11T09:34:00.000-08:00

'This is too much.' -- Claire Redfield, as she yanks the zombie mask off a protestor.

Well, if only things were that simple when it comes to zombies in the Resident Evil franchise. Simply tugging on their skin and telling them off would definitely not work if you come face to face with a real zombie and not some zombie-masked protestor. At least that's what the officer taught us when he kept pulling on the hair of the zombie and got bitten in the neck instead.

The first full-length CG animated feature from the widely known and wildly popular zombie-killing franchise, RE:Degeneration returns to the roots of its video games counterpart, picking up seven years after the catastrophic events in Raccoon City.

As a CG animated film, what most audience would come to expect is the realness of its characters while at the same time, retaining some of their video games charm. In my opinion, the audience is given what they wanted in RE:D, with the characters perfectly blended between the lines of reality and virtual reality. Unlike the live trilogy, the animation creates the effect of not only watching it as a movie but also at the same time, as though you're playing the game. Most of all, it stars the protagonists from the games that everyone has known for so long and gotten chummy with.

"Ladies and gentlemen, flight Z0MB13S has landed"

The story itself started out with a quick summarization of events, in the form of news reports, that took place after Raccoon City was blown up in an attempt to destroy the T-virus outbreak. Then, we're shown the female protagonist, Claire Redfield, arriving at the Harvardville airport and meeting her friend. From there, things quickly escalated into an intense situation, within the first ten minutes, when the airport is overrun by zombies. Honestly, the outbreak came as a surprise to me as we were first shown a zombie staggering towards Senator Ron Davis, which then bit an officer who foolishly assumed it was another masked protestor and grargh, zombies galore. I guess this what they call a calm before a storm in RE.

I'm the idiot zombie! Outdumb me if you can!

Ok, hold on there. First of all, I thought zombies were supposed to have this uncontrollable urge to attack any human being in sight. If so, that first zombie must be an idiot, probably a side effect of death, to target a senator guarded by bodyguards instead of the crowd of people cluttering the terminal. Secondly, where were the other zombies hiding? Laying in wait while watching pounds and pounds of living flesh walk past them till the idiot zombie made a move? Highly unlikely. Lastly, has no one heard of a zombie before? I mean, after a huge incident such as Raccoon City being blown up because it was infested by zombies? They were practically surprised to see the zombie get back up after getting shot at. But well, we can let these minor issues slide.

Top = Umbrella = Umbrella Corporation. Ironic.

Wait, I'm not ready for my close-up yet!

As though the sitation wasn't chaotic enough, a plane crashes into the airport and with it, zombie passengers. I guess it's welcome to Harvardville and enjoy your meal for the zombies while it's welcome to Harvardville and survive your stay for the others. Hmm...wrong place, wrong time? Next, we're introduced to the male protagonist, Leon S. Kennedy, a special agent sent by the White House. Together with two S.R.T. agents, Angela and Greg, they infiltrated the airport to save the senator. The storyline at this point was at its all time high, with Leon getting to Claire and the senator and then making their escape. From there on, the story began to slow down its pace for quite a while. In other words, no zombies. Viewers are then left guessing who's behind the outbreak at the airport and are eventually led to the WilPharma building, a pharmaceutical company researching a vaccine for the T-virus, where it is revealed that a sample of the G-virus is stored. Finally, we get to see some moaning and groaning zombies again, albeit a little since the main focus here is the G-virus.

Now that I have a gun, which dummy should I shoot first?

Since you volunteered...

Comparing the storyline to the video games, I'd say it's different on some level. In the video games, the main focus is to have players survive groups and hordes of flesh lusting zombies, relying on firearms or any weapon deemed usable. However, in RE:D, viewers aren't given much of that action and thrill, not that I'm suggesting they should have the characters running about, firing at zombies for the entire run of the movie. At the very least, they should have a 'do or die' situation for the characters since they were like breezing through every obstacle that pops up. Indeed, Leon and Claire has had prior experience with the zombies and are considered best in the field when such situation arise but in all manners of speaking, they're still humans.

Nonetheless, the movie is something you should invest in. As with things CG animated, it is definitely less gory than its live trilogy counterpart though a little blood spatter is still present. Also, it never hurts to watch a CG animated film based on a video game just for kicks or to bask in the wonder of its jaw-dropping animation. The story, characters and action sequences sometimes turn out to be pretty well-done, as in the case with Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children and in this case, Resident Evil: Degeneration.

No regrets

2008-11-14T09:46:00.000-08:00

Sort of as a follow up to my previous post, I've felt that life's unpredictibility, topped with a dash of brittleness, has been restricting the options we make in our daily life. It's like being incarcerated in an invisible cage.

Once in a little while, we're sucked into a standstill in life, forced to pick between two slightly differing options. To do or not to do. To go or not to go. One of it is always tempting while the other, not so much. Strange enough, majority of us are inclined to pick the boring option. Hmm...now that raises a question. If you had only one chance to do it, would you have picked the other option?

Then, every single day, our mind is tricked into thinking that time is limitless. We often leave things dangling in the air, thinking oh, there's still tomorrow. I've got tomorrow, they've got tomorrow, we've got tomorrow, everybody's got tomorrow. Time is on our side. But, never do we expect things to just spiral out of control within seconds, cutting off someone's time and taking away their chance to do all the stuff that they had planned for their tomorrow. However, if you were in their shoes, would you have done things any differently?

If you think that you would, for both questions above, what I'd say is to stop pondering in your past. It's already been written. However, the future has yet to be. Your best bet would be to take things with stride and renew the path ahead. Do things a bit differently. Make a change. Don't get held back by being myopic. One lifetime is too short to accomplish everything, much less being stalled by your pessimism. Rethink your decision before you make one lest you have second thoughts. If you do, just take a step forward and work on it. No major changes can be done overnight.

Now, to finish it off, let's sit back and think about how we can better adapt ourselves for the future with quotes from 'If Today Was Your Last Day' by Nickelback:

'Each day's a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by

Against the grain should be a way of life
What's worth the prize is always worth the fight
Every second counts 'cause there's no second try
So live like you'll never live it twice
Don't take the free ride in your own life

If today was your last day
and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies?

If today was your last day
Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life
Let nothing stand in your way
'Cause the hands of time are never on your side'

'Live fast, die young'

2008-11-08T04:18:00.001-08:00

Just yesterday, I received news of a friend's passing. The two of us were quite close, 4 years back, and the last time we've been together was 2 years ago. Obviously, it came as a surprise to me but I sorta had the feeling it was something bad just moments before the Laughing Monster popped the news to me. This was how it went:

LM: Do you know 'said guy'?
ME: Yeah. (Thinks in mind, 'Why? He dead?')
LM: He's contracted throat cancer.
ME: (Thinks in mind, 'And I thought he's-)
LM: And he's gone.
ME: What!? OMG! For real!?
LM: Yeah.
ME: Wow...really? That's terrible.
LM: Why would I lie to you?
ME: No, that's just me trying to wrap my mind around it.
(few seconds later)
ME: OMG! For real!?

I kinda had the idea my reaction was a tad too over the edge but I just couldn't digest the information. It came as a jab from the shadows, reminiscent of flipping through the papers until you find a familiar face printed under the obituaries. In other words, to know someone your age lying in the earth while you're still alive and kicking; it's a creepy sensation. It felt like a fragment of our generation broke away and was left behind. This brings up the saying, 'if life gives you lemons, make lemonade.' In this case, 'if you're still alive, stop whining.'

Well, what can I say? Death is inevitable, though this came a bit early. We're all born to die another day. Besides, anything can happen anytime, anywhere and in all sorts of manners. Good, bad, desirable, undesirable; it just happens. Since we aren't able to foresee events like these, we can only brace ourselves for such rocky landings and just be thankful for the times we had.

On a side note, this incident reminded me of lyrics from "Gone So Young" by Amber Pacific. Here's an excerpt of it or, at least, of what makes sense:

'I wasn't prepared for what's to come
A life made of memories gone so young

I never thought that this could go
And take me away from all I know
And leave me to think I'm on my own
But your love will take me, you were the one...

...Who sat through nights
You held me tight
And made sure I'm okay
And I thank you for the love you gave to me'

"The Class"

2008-09-30T06:04:00.000-07:00

Just recently, I stumbled upon some short clips of "The Class" on YouTube and I thought hey, it's been like 2 years since it was aired on TV. In addition, it was the only comedy series that I was keen on watching but sadly, it got cancelled shortly thereafter.

Anyway, I'm going to make this post a tribute to "The Class" for it's witty and crazy humor with some video clips I scavenged from where else but YouTube. Well, without holding you up any longer, enjoy!

How it all started out...

Risks of being a weatherwoman...

Umbrellas & hurricanes

A very interesting chain of phone calls...

Akward confession...

Strict diet...

Hitler of chickens...

Runaway to Hokkaido: -On suspension-

2008-09-13T00:38:00.000-07:00

Yup, no mistake on the title and no, I wasn't suspended from the trip. Just that I have to temporarily halt posting about it since I somehow sorta kinda by chance accidentally deleted my photos. Yeah, how silly of me. As such, the timeline's all jumbled up in my mind. No idea which location came first. I'll probably have to wait for a backup copy of my photos and that'll be like maybe a month from now...I guess.

Anyway, deepest apologies for the sudden change in plans. XD

Runaway to Hokkaido: Day 3

2008-08-24T06:54:00.000-07:00

Well now, this is quite the interesting day. Started the day at 06.15 - thanks to the constant ringing of the morning call. Turns out the only way to silence it is to pick it up. Had the same ol' morning routine that had been going on since...forever, followed by loading the luggages onto our bus.

Anyway, our tour then resumed with us heading to the fruit plantation for some plum picking. However, instead of being interested in the plums, the 'runaways' were WAY more interested in the peaches, though the peach season was still weeks away. Besides, despite the plantation attendant's warning for us to stay away from the peaches, the runaways just had to have their to-die-for pictures with the peaches. Kinda rhymes, doesn't it? Pictures and peaches. So, that's how I found the group scattered around the plantation -- even though we were clearly instructed to follow our guide. Took a nice 5 minutes before the group clumped back together again to hear the guide's briefing. "Pick only from trees with a pink ribbon." That's what the guide said. But of course, trees with pink ribbons only bear plums, not peaches. Nevertheless, the runaways had a wonderful time feasting on the crimson colored ping-pong-ball-sized plums.

Some unripe apples
More unripe apples
The crimson ping-pong-ball-sized plums
What?! A plum growing from the tip of a branch?
The oh-so-famous peaches that everyone wants to have a picture with

Next, it was off to the bear ranch. In my opinion, best spot of the day. Gosh, you should've seen the bears! They were brilliant! Whenever a visitor stands by the enclosure, the bears would beg and wave for them to send food their way. It's like a scene out of a kindergarten, when a teacher pops a question and the kid's are eager to answer. Went on feeding the bears till we had to leave for lunch at a seafood market. Frankly, I never thought that crabs would come in all colors, shapes and sizes. I've always thought a crab's a crab. Shell, six legs, a pair of pincers and bulging eyes. Crabs aside, there were even more sea creatures that I've never seen. As before, the runaways were eager to get their pictures with the sea creatures but they were less fortunate here since they'd have to buy it before they're allowed to hit the shutter. Well, that didn't even stop them one bit since they each bought a crab and took photos with it. Problem solved. It was a blessing they had them at lunch or our bus would be filled with the lingering odor of rotting seafood.

This spells doom for the Hokkaido-lings
Racoons, aka. bear fodder. Nah, just kiddin'.
Bear cubs
Foood...fooooood...
'Sup? Wanna come chill with me?
Pweeease, can I have a cwacker?
Hey, over here! Throw me a cracker!
Pfft, he didn't even notice me!
Here comes Puma's rival: the bear!
>Mount Showa, a dormant volcano, lies in front of the ranch
What are those? Sea apples?
Reminds me of the spiders from 'Eight-Legged Freaks'
Anyone want more than a bite? Go ahead.
Run! It's Bear-zilla!
'Are there giant salmons here?'
'Never mind. I'll take that crab instead.'

After lunch, it was time for some sight-seeing at the Tomita Farm. Actually, I'd so call it a garden after seeing the iridescent field of flowers and finding no crops or livestock. Spent some time admiring the flowers and for the first time in life, had lavender flavored ice-cream. It sorta tastes like vanilla except that it's purple in color.

Finally, time to check-in again. Arrived at the hotel for the night and headed to our suite before meeting at the reception desk for dinner. Since dinner's not in the hotel, we had to walk quite a bit. On our way, I saw the weirdest car I've ever seen. It's like a Batmobile wannabe in orange. It's really weird and not to mention, funny-looking.

Views from the suite
See? Looks weird yeah?
A shot of the city

And there goes day number 3. 3 days down, 4 more to go...

Runaway to Hokkaido: Day 1 & 2

2008-08-13T07:36:00.000-07:00

As you may know, life tends to get so repetitive that taking a trip every now and then to break the cycle wouldn't hurt much. That actually explains why I gave myself the green light to sign up for a 7 days tour in Hokkaido. On second thought, make that 5 days since I spent the first and final day on an airplane.

Since I have five days of experience to blog about, I'll break it up into five articles lest you wanna read a novelized version of my trip. So, here's a rundown of the first and second day.

The first day was pretty much gone in a flash since we took the 23:35 flight. Then, it was a boring 7 hours in the air to Tokyo, an hour ride to the domestic airport, an hour in the airport and finally, a 1.5 hour flight to Hokkaido. Now, what does that sum up to? A day and a half gone by. What a waste.

The moment we arrived in Hokkaido, I finally got to meet the other 33 'runaways' who were on the same tour and gosh, it was a mix of young, old, cheery, grumpy, humble and snobbish. Well, after all, people do come in all sorts of wacky flavors.

Now, the tour's finally begun. Our first stop was at the Ainu Museum, a museum that displays the life and cultures of the Ainu people. One chilling fact about these Ainu people is that in the past, they have to capture a bear cub and raise it for a few months before killing it. Personally, I'd term that animal abuse but for them, it's a ritual to relieve the bear of its suffering in the world. Sounds weird, right? I'll bet the bear was having a better time before they were put on death row by them. We were also invited to a performance by the modern Ainu people, who are regular Japanese now, on their cultures in the past.

A statue of the village chief.

What's a mascot doing here?

Mascot: I'm not an Ainu. Stop looking at me.

Chewing off on their dog house.

Hope the Ainus didn't move on to dogs for their rituals...

Next, our last stop of the day, we arrived at the Hell Valley, a now dormant volcano. Contrary to it's creepy name, it's actually not all that hellish except for it's pungent sulphurous stench. A nature reserve park laid to the side of the volcano but unless you wanna risk getting attacked by weird looking bees, don't venture into it cause I know I don't.

Toilet for ghosts aka. us.

Finally, we retreated to the hotel for the day and were treated to a display of fireworks. In my opinion, the hotel was the best spot we had visited for the day since I was dead beat after having less than a few hours sleep and the other two locations we visited weren't that entertaining.

Well, anyway, I'll do my best to update day 3 ASAP. No promises though.

Signing off~

Art

2008-08-01T10:35:00.000-07:00

Say, how would you define art? Some would say 'to die for' sceneries brought to life on canvas with a mirage of colors while others might go for a lump of clay molded and sculpted into exquisite objects. Canvas or clay, they aren't the only works of art that persists around us.

The much more subtle form of art usually takes the form of movements. The way a particular object animates and functions is by itself art. It could range from the leaves of a tree rustling in the wind to someone breakdancing on the streets.

But, well, let's cut to the chase since I'm not exactly here to talk about art but rather show it since I came across this amazing video:

A round of applause, please.

Yeah, it might be ballet but it's definitely ballet at it's best. I mean, come on, just look at that lady's delicate movements! Twisting and spinning while executing each movement with such grace and precision. I am especially wowed by the stance she pulled off during the final thirty seconds. Damn, it's mesmerizing!

Anyway, regarding the video above, the dance is performed by the La La La Human Steps while the song played is 'It's Better to Have Loved' by Temposhark. So, hope you've enjoyed the video and thanks for dropping by.

Halt animal cruelty

2008-07-15T10:58:00.000-07:00

It's been quite a while, or some while, since I took a break from blogging but fear not for I have some crucial announcement to share with all you bloggers out there.

Just recently, I came across an article that made me reconsider if I should ever visit a circus again. Most circus-goers would have thought of how the performers even tamed those animals into performing tricks and stunts that puts the crowd into a cheering frenzy. Well, here's the answer -- animal abuse. Just whack and kick them silly and they'll be at your every beck and call.

Here's a video as proof:

Imagine yourself as the poor elephant for a minute. Would you rather be shackled up in a barn with a random kick from someone every now and then or choose to roam the wild savannah at your own free will? I supposed the majority would pick the latter.

If that isn't enough to get you to help, here's more. Animals have their own psyches too. Imagine the consequences when they're stressed out or forced to adapt to their surroundings. The elephant, for example, is "a majestic, wild, large mammal," as said by Jorja Fox, that wanders in the open. Now, try stuffing it in a barn all day and abusing it. How'd it feel? I'm guessing frustrated. What would a frustrated elephant do then? Go haywire and then on a rampage. Would you like that? Hell, no!

Well, then here's what I propose.

Animal abuse at circuses has long been an urban legend of sorts that has been ignored by many but now, when it's out in the open, we can't deny the truth any further. To find out more or if you're in a position to help, you are very much welcome to visit Animal Defenders International to show your support and to stop animal cruelty, even if it's a little at a time. Every life saved is a step forward.

Season's end

2008-05-22T03:09:00.000-07:00

With summer approaching, it's time for our, or at least my, favorite TV series to come to a halt. For now and...for some, that is.

So, as far as I can tell for the 2007-2008 season, it's pretty much ass-whooping. I'm not at a point to judge how well each and every series have done since literally, I DON'T watch every single show that airs on TV. But, I sure can give you my thoughts on how my favorite series were. Let's start with my all time favorite, the CSI trio.

So, despite me being a big fan, or try crazy fan, of CSI, I'm just gonna come straight with what I think. No detours, no sharp turns. Just...straight. For CSI, overall storyline for the season was like a roller-coaster ride, with some really exciting and touching episodes but otherwise, it's rather dull. It could be a result of Sara Sidle's exit from the series midway and that the story was planned to make us feel lost. Well, if that was the plan, they certainly succeeded since I found myself not able to focus on most of the episodes after that. Besides Sara Sidle, we also bade farewell to CSI Warrick Brown. That leaves the main cast at four characters by season's end, which is pretty heart-wrenching especially when you've bonded with these characters over the years. Losing one character is like a nightmare turned real. As for CSI:Miami, storyline this season resembles a waterfall. Things were slow at the beginning, till halfway through the season where unexpected events just kept piling up before you. There was so much adrenaline that it keeps you checking back each week for more. Much emphasis has been placed on the characters this season too, such as Horatio's past and Eric's mentality after he was shot, along with a startling revelation in the season finale. Alike CSI, we bade farewell to one of the main cast, M.E. Alexx Woods. Finally, we have CSI:NY, which I think is the best this season out of the three. There were surprises thrown at you every now and then. The season started out with a possible stalker for our beloved Det. Mac Taylor, followed by a trained assassin that managed to slip away, then a serial killer dubbed the 'Taxi Killer' and BAM, as Danny would say, ending with a bank robber who has Mac as hostage. For a series which doesn't quite follow a storyline since each episode focuses on different things, they've really done well this season by trying to link all events together or at least, in arcs. Contrary to the previous two series, all characters are still intact by the end of the season. However, one similarity all three series had in common is that they ended with a cliffhanger which, as much as I like it the previous time, sounds kinda clichéd to me now. I imagine the producers are trying to ride the wave of the success for CSI's cliffhanger finale last season. Well, what works once don't usually work a second time and definitely not a third time, much less fourth. In fact, it tends to get old if it's overused.

Next, my CSI counterparts -- Cold Case, Criminal Minds and Without A Trace. As per usual, Cold Case remains unchanged this season. There weren't any intriguing storylines, any suspects or victims that stand out. However, there were two episodes that's been etched into my memory. For the majority, it's just...cold, as the title suggests. I never could get tired of the series though, which I never seemed to understand why. Criminal Minds, well, it deals with the mind of serial killers and a team of elite FBI profilers so...what's not to like about it?! Though it's a series that I never could dislike, I'd say this season is quite memorable. The season started out with the team plummeting into a series of problems and the departure of Supervisory Special Agent Jason Gideon. It was a pity to see such a great mind leave the show, character-wise. This led to the inclusion of a new character who was unfamiliar with the way things work at the BAU. Without much hesitation, said character was given much of the spotlight, revealing to us audience more about his character. There were also twists and turns and random events that seemed to work well. As per the previous two seasons, this season also featured one of the agents being targeted. Right, Without A Trace. What can I say about it? Drastic changes to a character? Apparently, Jack Malone has undergone a severe character change. He's much more shut off, violent and brash. This change in personality is something I'm still trying to wrap my head around. Though I hate to admit I don't like the change, it seems to help out with the storyline this season. The finale also came as a surprise when Jack was apparently demoted. Besides Jack, the other characters weren't given much of a chance to shine with them just doing the legwork. Character development aside, the storyline was quite monotonous. Episodes were mainly the same, centering around Jack's change and the case.

Next up, the paranormal duo -- Supernatural and Ghost Whisperer. Supernatural was quite intense this season, since the characters are racing against time while battling the hordes of demon they unleashed last season. The series started out with the possibility that Sam could have been revived as a different person and Dean displaying a devil may care attitude. Each episode focuses heavily on the brothers and their relationship while treadding on dangerous waters. The inclusion of a new ally, a double agent and an antagonist really brought things to a new level. Each episode would strike you from the dark when you least expect it and some events that happened in the previous two seasons are brought back this season. Blend this all together and you've got quite a season.
Moving on to our neighborhood friendly Ghost Whisperer. Carrying over from season two, we delve deeper into Melinda's family roots and more of her history. Each episode is mainly the same as all episodes before but this season involves more about the dark side and in most episodes, a piece of the puzzle is revealed. This methodolgy is efficient in that it keeps the suspense building and the story mysterious yet interesting. However, I'm not sure if it's a good idea to keep the suspense for too long cause it'll get old and viewers will get sick of it.

Last of all, but not least, we have House, M.D.. The season sprung into action with our maverick doctor on his own, after firing his team last season. This is something fresh as we never really got to see House diagnose a patient on his own before. And for someone as wacky and anti-social as House, it is something interesting and effective. The story then escalated when House had to hire a new team, out of 40 possible candidates. Given House's character, he definitely had something up his sleeve and that turned out to be true when he treated it as a game, pitting the candidates against one another. Think Survivor in a hospital. The way things played out this season was very House-like. This season highlighted things that House would do but was never given a chance to in the previous seasons. What started out as a light and comedic season soon ended darkly, with the death of Wilson's romantic interest and the strain between him and House's friendship. All in all, House's as witty as usual but when there's a need for tension, it is there. A perfect blend if you ask me.

Wow. Finally, I've finished my reviews. Even I'm amazed at what I've done and truth be told, a little terrified by it. Would love to go on with some other TV series but well, like I said, terrified by it. So, without further delay, checking out!

Mother nature going berserk?

2008-05-16T02:16:00.000-07:00

Apparently, mother nature's had enough of us continuously tainting it and has gone on a killing spree, unleashing it's full fury upon our already fragile world.

Two weeks back, on May 3, Burma was struck by a cyclone, Nargis, where close to 120,000 casaulties were reported. Maybe more. If that wasn't bad enough, reports have it that a second cyclone will soon hit Burma once again.

And just a day before Nargis, a dormant volcano in Chaitén that hasn't blown it's temper since 7420BC, give or take 75 years, blew up! That's like...insane. Not erupted since 7420BC and of all times, now? But that aside, it's rage only claimed the life of one elderly woman. Sure is peanuts when compared to the numbers that are coming up ahead. Nonetheless, the loss of a life is not to be taken lightly. Godspeed.

So, volcanic eruption and cyclones. Think you've seen the worst? Well, here's another. Let's head back to 120 hours earlier where a magnitude 7.9 earthquake struck the Sichuan province of China. The number of casualties has been skyrocketing ever since the quake. From an initial 8,000, that number has rapidly climbed to an awful 50,000 and that is just a rough estimation. Besides the 50,000 lives that were lost, there reportedly are another 80,000 who are still currently lost amidst the rubble and their fates yet undetermined. Throw in the maths and equations, we can say that the death count is still picking up pace.

Now, dump these 3 natural disasters that happened within 14 days into a pot and we've got a recipe for...the end of the world, apokalupsis eschaton, perhaps? Well, at least that's what some people are saying but for me, who cares about doosmday or apocalypse when we're signing our own deaths? Other words, I'm sticking to whatever scientific explanation is given as cause.

With that, I'll be signing off and I apologize for my tardiness in keeping tabs on time. Look at it. It's been what? A month since I've last updated? Yeah, I guess. Anyhow, I'll see you next time. *clicks sign off button*

Social warfare between superiority and inferiority

2008-04-12T17:36:00.000-07:00

Right, the infamous struggle for power. However, do you realize that we all start from the same place before we arrive at either of those two levels? That place is what I'd call being normal. To put it simply, we all belong to the same level till some of us climb up the social ladder while some others get shoved down the garbage chute. Whenever someone rises, another's bound to fall. I guess we're all living in a world with some sort of social balance. But, the one thing I can't bring myself to comprehend is the fact why there has to be such a clear line drawn in between. So, let's break it down further and look at it.

First, treatment. If you've been paying attention to people who are, in one way or another, superior, they always get the respect while those who are inferior, get the dirt. If you pit those two in a trial, the superior being would emerge victorious 99% of the time. Why's that? It's because people always think those higher up are always right, even when it's downright obvious that they've made a stupid decision. So, no matter how right the inferior is, they're always wrong. Kinda ironic, eh? Here's the factor -- power. Just because that person has power, they are superior. Right, all I see is two very similar people living in the same environment as we are, breathing the same air, eating the same food, so why are they receiving such different treatments? Is power so great that it gives you the ability to feed on the weak? Does power give you the right to have things as and how you like it, without giving a damn to the majority? Does power give you the ability to rise to a whole new level? No, no and no. Face the fact, we still belong on the same plane even with power. You're not going anywhere. Now, if we all just return to being normal, nobody has to get hurt. You can have power but just don't think you're superior. Wouldn't that save a lot of hassle? Think about the percentage of crimes out there that originated from unfair treatment, the people who fail to see light in their life because they were neglected. What good is there being superior when you have to sacrifice so much?

Next, wealth. *Scoffs*, the root of all evil and people think they're that high up just because they're loaded. Here's what I'd like to say, "You brainless SOB, you're raising a devil!" But no, they're too stuck up to even hear us. Oh, and wealth's even worse than power cause wealth gives you power. So, it's like a package. Now, back on track, loaded people think they own everything cause apparently, money buys you everything. Well, I'd so love to meet the smart guy who made that up and let him know money makes you lose things that you can't buy. Since the rich is misguided by that thought, they often tread all over the poor like bugs that are so small to even notice. Say, they find an orphanage that they think is useless in its present state but sees potential in it for something more profitable so they buy it down and turn it into something that would benefit them. Hmm, that sounds about right until you inadvertently drive out the orphans that are inhabiting it. Even if a resistance is put up, the rich wouldn't pay much attention for they'd just pay more to get someone to settle it. In what way did having loads of cash tucked away in your safe promote you to another level? None. I don't see you living with the sentient beings, I don't see you living on Moon, I don't see you anywhere else but here with us. Admit it, we're all equal and no amount of cash is going to take you away. Now, let's dull the line a little and return to normal. We could all get a clearer view of the situation and maybe, even reduce poverty. This could all be possible if we just stayed where we are.

So, because of these two factors -- power and wealth -- the line is drawn between the strong and the weak. Is it really worth it when the consequences are all shrouded in darkness? I'd think not. Then why are people constantly trying to claw their way to the top? If our world's a balance then maybe staying where we are is the best option. I don't see anything wrong with being normal so why fight that? If only people could hold on to their power and not abuse it, we'd be much better off.

I'm not here as a preaching humanitarian nor am I here to condemn the people I've mentioned. As a sidenote, those I've stated are usually the obnoxious, egoistic black sheeps of the flock in a group. I've met some people with power or wealth but they are nothing like those I've said. Instead, they're the direct opposite. Here's an example:

The good:

The black sheeps:

It's a vague comparison but I think it fits well. I guess that's all I have to say now but keep in mind what has been said. Thanks for dropping by and I apologize for having you read that much. I'll see you soon then. Signing off~

Basel World Fair: Gone and back in a flash

2008-04-05T15:56:00.000-07:00

So, I headed to the fair on Friday, and the first thing that hit me upon arriving was wow ,the fair is just "super-duper-uber-what-the-woo-hoo" amazing! Think of it as the Oscars but swap celebs with the working class. The red carpet still applies though. It really is a must see, at least once a lifetime.

Here's the layout. The fair is held in separate buildings, which are called "Halls". So, the company I worked for had it's booth located in Hall 1. Oh, and by booth, I don't mean those hot dog stands. These booths are actually 3 storied buildings! Now, to get a picture of how big the hall is, imagine over 20 of these booths stuffed into it. Get the picture? Yeah...*gasps*.

Since our booth's located in Hall 1, that's the hall where I spent most of my time at. It mainly consists of major watch brands such as Omega, Chanel, Maurice Lacroix, Rolex, Swatch and of course, Porsche Design/Eterna which I worked for. Well, there are more but seriously, I don't think I want to name them all. If you've seen the number of brands at the fair, you'd be swept away too.

About our booth, I'd say it's simple yet modern and classy. It's hard to describe the looks but here's a word -- symmetrical. I'd love to share some pictures but, well, I forgot to bring a camera along. My bad. There were some booths that are bigger than the others, like the Rolex booth for example, which was like 2-in-1. Too rich? Or do they just prefer the siamese twins concept?

Oh, and on that day, the company was having a distributors' event so what does it spell? P-A-R-T-Y! There was champagne, finger foods and this very unique corner called the "Molecular Kitchen". This "kitchen" is really special. All it serves is flower petals coated with chocolate and mango jello. Went ahead and gave it a shot and hmmm, it's one of a kind. However, my words hold no credit since I'm not one who lives to eat. So, throughout the event, I had myself half a glass of champagne and coversed with my colleagues. All in all, it was one hell of a night.

I guess that's all I have since I was only there for a day and a half. Went Friday, returned Saturday. It was really fun just being able to be there even without the event. If fate allows for a second time there, I'm all for it. So, I'll see if I can get some snapshots from the photographer at the event and maybe upload it here but for now, it's time to sign off again. Bye!

Roll in the TV and ready the speakers!

2008-03-31T03:46:00.000-07:00

*Drum rolls*

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are proud to present you new episodes of your favorite TV series!"

*Applause and cheers*

Finally! With the WGA strike over and in behind us, new episodes of my favorite TV series are back on air. I humbly thank the writers and kudos to you...umm...whoever you are. I'm so psyched up to catch the new episodes of CSI that are airing this week, exceptionally so for CSI: Crime Scene Investigation since we'll be delving into my all time favorite character, night shift supervisor Gil Grissom's personal life.

Why I'm attracted to this character? Because he's...different. Much different from most everyday people you see strolling up and down the streets. He's a bug lover with an eccentric behavior to go with that, a genius, witty and he's a CSI supervisor. What's not to like about him?!

Hmm...gonna go stock up on popcorns and such now. Adios!

Movie Review: Vantage Point

2008-03-28T04:36:00.000-07:00

To put it simply, I'd say the term 'point of no return' wouldn't really go well with "Vantage Point" since you'll be constantly returning to square one. Six times to be exact. Other words, you'll be experiencing the movie six times but from different perspectives. Think of it as a major déjà vu.

So, the movies started off with the President of the United States attending an anti-terrorism summit in Salamanca, Spain. We first saw the events that took place in the movie from the eyes of television news producer, Rex Brooks. From her, we learnt that the President was assassinated, followed by a bombing in the distance and another at the summit and...

*Beep*...rewind...

It's back to the start of the movie with the President still alive and kicking. Now, we view the events from the eyes of Secret Service agent, Thomas Barnes. Blah, blah, blah, the President is shot again and the bombing takes place. He managed to survive and we're given more insight on the situation, such as the possible location of the assassin and that a bomb was planted only after the shooting from a tourist's handycam. We also meet a man who rushed onto the the podium immediately after the President was shot. Next, we followed Barnes to the broadcast van where Rex is and there, he reviews the footage and we're about to find...

*Beep*...OMG!...rewind...

Look, we're back at square one. But now, we're viewing the events from the eyes of the person who charged onto the podium. His name was revealed to be Enrique and we learnt that he's a bodyguard of the mayor. From Enrique, we found out that he handed a bag to his 'sort-of' girlfriend. Bang! President's shot. Crowd scatters and Enrique spots his girlfriend tossing the bag under the podium. Next, he's caught by Barnes and questioned about his identity. Knowing that a bomb is gonna go off, he slips away and -- BOOM! Ok, he survived too. The agents gave chase but he managed to lose them. We then follow Enrique to an underpass, where he confronts a police car and...

*Beep*...what the...rewind...

Now, we're viewing events from Howard Lewis, the tourist we met during Barne's perspective. As usual, President is alive and kicking once again. As a tourist, Howard has a handycam in his arsenal. He begins filming the scene at the summit and bumps into a shady man known as Sam. The two conversed a little and a little girl named Anna knocks into Howard. Summit starts and President is shot...again. Barnes quickly approach Howard to see if he filmed anything suspicious. Oh no, it's a bomb! BOOM! Chaos ensues and Howard noticed that Anna is separated from her mother. Swipes her up and made way for the exit. He placed Anna with a police officer and did something which I think is really stupid. He took off after Enrique when he saw him running from the agents! Run, run, run, we stop and find Enrique confronting the police car. Bang, bang! He's shot by the pursuing agents. Howard films it all and finds Anna wandering in the middle of the road. Run, run, run...

*Beep*...I'm sure déjà vu wasn't part of its title...rewind...

Sweet. We're now watching from the perspective of the President. Turns out the one who got assassinated was a double. The real President is safe and sound in the comfort of his suite. He turns on the TV and watch as the summit takes place. Gasps! His double is shot! Think he's safe but he's not. There was a tremor and we learned that the first explosion heard during Rex's perspective took place at the hotel. A masked man breaks in and shoots out his bodyguards, leaving the President helpless and cornered...

*Beep*...I'll be damned...rewind...

Final perspective. The characters, except Rex, are all intertwined and we learn the people behind the assassination and bombing and not to mention, the déjà vus. In this final perspective, all previous loopholes are filled up. What Barnes saw at the van, what happened to Enrique after he was shot, did Howard save Anna, the President after he was abducted and all others. As for the answers to all the loopholes, that's for me to know and you to find out.

All in all, "Vantage Point" really should use the title "Major Déjà Vu".

Here's how it's like in short:
President's been shot! Ooh, tense. President's been shot! Yup, got it. President's been shot! Right, right, I guess we've all got that so could me move on now? President's been -- Are you deaf? I said I know so that kinda puts us on the same page! President's been shot! Oh...this is the part where I'm supposed to stomp my way out the cinema, right?

But, with the déjà vu part of it aside, the story is actually quite intense and keeps your adrenaline pumping. Besides, it's something new and it actually builds up the suspense with its 'been there, seen that' methods. Now, the problem is, six times of déjà vu could practically drive a sane person insane within seconds so I guess it's a little overboard. However, the story lacks interaction amongst the key characters. Because of it's déjà vus, character development was left out. In the end, we know nothing much about the characters and just that the President was shot. Worst of all, Sigourney Weaver had the least spotlight as Rex. She was only featured in her own perspective and Barnes'. Wonder how much she's paid for this role. As for the effects, there weren't much except for the bombing and the car chase during the final perspective. Also, due to the déjà vus, the ending was quite abrupt. It starts with how the terrorists planned the attack, leads to the shooting and bombing and ends without a bang. To put it simply, the ending did not live up to the suspense it had built throughout the entire movie.

My, my. This must've been the longest post I've ever written. I apologize if it's a little too much but I'll try to keep it short the next time. Checks out!

How I spent 13 hours glued to a seat on a plane...

2008-03-28T03:48:00.000-07:00

First of all, I just want you to know that it is living hell and I literally couldn't feel my feet. So, I was given a window seat and wow-zer, the view outside was absolutely stunning. The thick balls of clouds clumped together, which reminded me of a really, really, really humongous cotton candy, and the golden rays of the sun really complements it, making it look like a stairway to heaven or should I say, heaven itself. I'd love to snap a few pictures of it but I'm not sure if it'd interfere with the plane. Whoo..don't wanna cause the plane to go berserk when I'm that high up. I'll not go into details on how it'd most likely end up since I'm pretty sure you guys know the answer to that too.

Moving on. Now, back to my 13 hours glued to a seat topic. Like I said, it's definitely a living hell. And if that wasn't enough, there was this alcoholic at the aisle seat whom, I have to say, brings out the true meaning of 'sleeping like a log'. To put it simply, you never could wake him up once he's asleep. Try shaking him like a coconut tree and he'll still be drifting somewhere off in his own little dreamland. Even if you do get his attention, he'll just utter something from his dream and doze off again the next second. Oh, and another thing was that I took the afternoon flight so go figure how he could sleep so soundly while the sun is still up. So, that's another thing that contributed to my 'Things You Do Not Want To Bump Into On A Plane' list.

Next, 13 hours on a plane could be a killer so thank goodness there's the on-demand movies. As such, I spent 7 out my 13 hours watching 4 movies. "Enchanted", "Martian Child", "Sydney White" and "August Rush". In my opinion, I think they're all pretty good but well, I'm not one to judge. But of the four said movies, I'd rank "August Rush" first. It's a memorable, heartfelt and touching story about a boy, Evan Taylor aka. August Rush, who's searching for his birth parents whom ironically are oblivious about his existence. But, August has this ability to hear music in everything around him and thinks that his parents are sending him messages through it. If you want to know more, go get the DVD or video cause I'm not gonna shed more light on it. Anyway, I'm dying to get my hands on it too. Besides the movies, I watched a few TV series that
were offered. Namely, they are "Back To You", "Bionic Woman" and "CSI: Crime Scene Investigation".

Besides the visual entertainment, I had my meals and caught a few short winks. Don't even think of comparing me to that 'log-man'. Well, that's how I spent 13 hours glued to a seat on a plane. If you have any suggestions on how else I can spend it, do pitch it in. Till our next meeting, ciao!

Holidays. Sounds good, tastes bad.

2008-03-21T08:08:00.000-07:00

So, let's see, 10 days since my previous post. Hmm... seems like I've made a little improvement there, seeing that my previous post is like almost a month and a half away from it's ,well, previous post.

Without me saying, I guess everyone knows it's Good Friday today! If you don't, I'm wondering if you even notice you're at home since it's a holiday. Then again, that doesn't apply to everyone. Speaking of holidays, let me share with you how crazy life could be on my side during these times. Let's just use Good Friday as an example.

For Christians, you'll have your mornings occupied by the church. There goes 1/3 of your day, which I'd say is easy. But, for others, imagine turning up at McDonalds for breakfast only to find yourself facing a crowd of hungry and grumpy people who had been queueing in line for an hour. You get frustrated, you turn to the diners. There's this tiny glint of hope for you...until you set foot in the restaurant and find that glint of hope extinguished, as you come face to face with yet another ferocious but famished crowd of zombie-like-people. And once you find a vacant diner, look, it's noon! There goes 1/3 of their day, looking for a vacant diner for what seems to be breakfast turned lunch.

Considering that this group of people had that bad a start, what makes you think they'd have a better half of the day after that? With lunch taken care of along with breakfast, dinner it is then. Hail the arrival of pandemonium! With both groups of people intertwined together, hunting for dinner, you'd best take a flight out to some other part of the world where meals don't mean a thing. Oh right, there's no such place. In the end, we have our day turned into a jungle while we become the animals that inhabit it in our quest for survival, or should I say, food.

All in all, holidays definitely sounds good but when it comes to living through it, it's the worst day of your life. Of course, I personally have no objections against it since I pretty much enjoy them. The fast-paced action that is bound to ensue is just what I need to spice things up.

Well, I'll break it here then. Think I've gone on for long enough already. Until our next meeting, tata!

P.S. This sort of thing happens whenever there's a holiday and therefore, not necessarily only on Good Friday. This is just to let you know how crazy life could be here. Last of all, I was barely using Good Friday, a holiday, as an example and so, harbors NO ill intentions against Good Friday.

A month and 11 days later...

2008-03-11T00:49:00.001-07:00

I can't believe a month has already passed me by without my knowing. Well, that's just me lying. How could I not have noticed a month go by? It's not like I was comatose or oblivious to time. Truth be told, I was...say...occupied by foreseen circumstances. Yes, I do mean foreseen and no, I didn't forget about the 'un'. Other words, I knew something was gonna come my way sooner or later. Looks like it's sooner in this case. Anyway, it's a little too bad if you want to know more about it cause I don't wish to go into details about it. Or rather, I should say I DON'T even want to think about it. Just really bugs me out.

On the bright side, I'm going back to Switzerland for a month. Contrary to my previous visit, this will be solely for pleasure purposes. No work, all play. And for the first time in my seventeen years of life, I'm visiting the Basel Watch Fair. Basically, watch companies will be gathering at this spot to show off their new timepieces and...that's about everything I know about it. Excuse me but as I said, my first time going there. Will keep you updated once I'm there.

So, once again, do excuse me for I have to go deal with my bittersweet life and get prepared for the trip. I promise that I'll be back soon enough and until our next meeting, adios!

When life get's boring...

2008-01-28T02:45:00.000-08:00

You go crazy. Then again, there's the other option of making it more interesting. Screw that. If you remember, in one of my earlier posts, I said I'd live life to the fullest. Well..been there, done that and truth be told, it sure is a hell lot harder than just saying it. Just imagine all those restrictions in life, those chains that bind you to what I'd call the "boring side". Rules, laws, the practically impossibles and what not. You'd know what I mean once you actually set out on your journey to seek an interesting life. Nevertheless, I'm not gonna go down without a fight so I'll just have to keep trying.

As per usual, not much has happened recently -- or in the past as a matter of fact. If you've noticed, I've been trying to keep this blog going by blurting out whatever I could think of. What can I say, life's mundane anyway. Still, there was this one news article that caught my attention. Apparently, Joe Gannascoli, the man behind Vito Spatafore of the Sopranos and a major Giants fan, dyed his dog blue. Blue! Can you freaking believe that? He DYED his dog BLUE! Come on, as far as I can tell, dogs aren't dyeable objects. Unless there's a tag sticking out from it that says "I am dyeable so go ahead and color me", which is highly unlikely even for a plushie dog much less a real one, this really has crossed the line. I'm not unhappy about it but look, dogs are living beings too. If we have our rights, they certainly have theirs. It's just that we can't understand their "woofs" to know what their rights are but I'm pretty damn sure that coloring them isn't one of it. For all we may know, the dog might have gone crazy, thinking it's infected with some kind of alien infection that turned its fur blue. Oh god, I really pity that dog.

So...I'm out of words as of now. Give me some time to go think of what I can babble about and I'll see you next time. Bye!

Tip of the Week: Know thyself

2008-01-26T07:32:00.000-08:00

Welcome back to "Tip of the Week" once again, the place to settle one's craving for tips. So, without further delay, we shall move into the topic at hand.

"Know thyself"

I'm sure everyone out there has heard of the phrase, 'knowing is half the battle won'. If not, I'm gonna rephrase that to almost everyone. Since half the battle could be won by just knowing, it wouldn't hurt to know yourself. Your worth, your capabilities, your personality -- everything about you. This way, when someone tries to bring you down, you'd have already won half the battle. As for the other half, it depends on you. You could give up the fight if you're facing some loonie (obviously, fighting with a loonie makes you a loonie too), or, you could put up a resistance and throw it back in the oh-so-mighty, arrogant moron's face.

And with that, we've come to the end of our section once again. Nevertheless, I hope it helps and see ya again next week! Tips, tips and more tips!

Tip of the Week: Don't worry when you're nobody

2008-01-18T14:28:00.001-08:00

Welcome to my new section, the "Tip of the Week"! Every week, I will be updating tips on everyday life and whatsoever. Not sure if it'll work for you but I sure hope it will perk up your day. So, here goes the very first tip.

"Don't worry when you're nobody"

Have you ever been called a 'nobody'? Other words, someone who's useless and worthless like a piece of junk. Ok, no offence meant. If you have ever been a victim of this thought-to-be ruthless word, don't fret. Rather, you should rejoice!

I'll explain why. Remember, nobody is ever perfect.

Get it?

'Nobody' is ever perfect. Therefore, you're perfect if you're a nobody! That'd make the person, who called you a 'nobody', imperfect since someone who hates you isn't gonna bring you to their level as they don't even want to be affiliated with you in any way. As such, if you're perfect and they don't want to be on the same level as you, they can only be imperfect.

That's it then. I hope it makes sense to you and see ya next time! Tips, tips and more tips!

Final days, final words

2008-01-18T13:30:00.000-08:00

Hate to admit but my days here in Switzerland are numbered. What's worse is the number isn't all that big. Ta-dah, it's just a measly '3'. Drats!

Will be taking the morning flight on Sunday back to the god forsaken, pain in the rear, good for nothing and surprisingly disastrous place where I came from. I just hate that place so much that I don't even wish to mention it's name. Really wished I wasn't born there, even if it's gonna use up three wishes in a go.

So, today was the last day at the office for me. All I can say is that it was a rather humdrum departure. I didn't get to bid my colleagues goodbye, didn't wish them a wonderful year ahead, didn't tell them how much I've enjoyed the time there...I practically didn't get to scratch out a single thing from my list of "Things To Do Before Departure". That's it, I just left without notice. One perfect word to fit it all would be "pathetic". I just wished I had spent more time communicating with and getting to know them during my stay. That'd really be a dream come true since I always have the scenario play out perfectly in my mind but becomes a mess when it comes to the real thing.

Well, I wish that if I ever get the chance to come back here again, I'd be able to leave without any regrets. This means that I have to buck up and sharpen my social skills. I'm awfully sick and tired of being so monotonous.

Guess that's enough rambling for now. If I continue, I'm sure I could write a best-selling novel on my lifetime regrets. Then again, that's impossible cause I don't really have that much regrets. Anyway, that's gonna suck big time and I don't want my life to suck. Alright, gonna go pack up my stuff now, see ya!

As the strike goes on...

2008-01-10T16:14:00.000-08:00

Let me tell you what'll happen. Our favorite TV series would be gone! Well, tell me, how bad is it a start for 2008? The WGAE (Writer's Guild of America, East) and WGAW (Writer's Guild of America, West) apparently decided to go on strike and left us TV addicts craving for more but getting none. Nada, zilch, zero, a big goose egg!

Wait, you've not heard about the strike? No biggie. Ready a pen and notebook and I'll give you a rundown on it.

So, first things first, the strike broke out on November 5, 2007. Every three years, the WGA supposedly has to negotiate a new basic contract with the AMPTP (Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers), by which it's members are employed. However, in the 2007 negotiations, an annoying word called "impasse" decided to butt in. Issues involved include DVD residuals, new media(compensation for delivery channels) and jurisdiction in reality and animation. As such, the much hated strike came into being.

Till date, the strike has lasted a total of 9 weeks and 3 days. If you think that's long, think again cause the previous strike in 1988 lasted for 21 weeks and 6 days.

The strike has even received responses from the celebrities, although barred from supporting another union's strike. Many celebs have expressed support for the strike while some even joined in the march. As for the general public, surveys have shown that majority are sided with the writers. As for me, I'll just stay neutral since I'm not too sure of the contents myself.

Imagine, no CSIs, no House M.D., no Without A Trace, no Ghost Whisperer, no Cold Case, no Ugly Betty, no Gossip Girl, no Supernatural...no nothing! Everything's being affected by the strike. Gosh, am I glad I said I wanna send 2008 packing ASAP.

Alright, now I've to go mourn over the loss of my TV shows. Thanks for dropping by once again. See ya soon!

Where art thou, my sweet vacation...

2008-01-06T11:02:00.000-08:00

Have you seen my vacation? I just heard a loud "vroom" and the next thing I know, it's gone.

With Christmas and New Year all over, the sweet scent of the holidays is dissipating into the air once again. Speaking of the holidays, my time here in Switzerland is also almost up. Bugger, everything's going away altogether and leaving me back to the boring routine of normal everyday life. How I'd wish that life was an adventure. That'd be so much more exciting and interesting. Of course, I know that life's what you make it and that it would better to light a candle rather than curse the darkness but as you know, things are easier said than done. Sigh. So much to accomplish, so little ways. It'd really help if I could find a magic lamp containing a genie who would grant you three wishes if you released it. Eh...well, that's stupid.

*Goes into a deep thought*

That's it. If I want an interesting life, I should live it to the fullest. Easier said than done? Who cares! If you have the will and determination, anything's possible! Time to add no. 18 into my list of "Goals to Fulfill".

Oh look, a note in my list. "Complete it ASAP!". Looks like I have to go. See ya!

Welcome to 2008!!!

2007-12-31T15:50:00.000-08:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!

Can you believe it?! 2007 is now a thing of the past!! I can't believe time actually flies! We're now a step closer to another decade, a little closer to another century and well...still far away from the next millenium. That aside, we're constantly moving forward and everything around us is doing the same. No one ever stops in this generation. Rather, we do not have time to stop! We're just too psyched up on what the future holds for us.

Right now, I wish I was at the Times Square 2008 New Year Celebration in New York. I have this sudden urge to indulge myself in the crowd and welcome 2008 with cheers so loud that people all round the world can hear our cries of joy and excitement. Imagine fun handouts, celebrity performances, descending New Year's Eve Ball, 60 seconds countdown with the crowd (Oh...the tension!), confetti from the rooftops and pyrotechnics. How much fun it would be! I've never experienced welcoming a new year with a large crowd before but I think it'll be a nice change for a new year...maybe something like a new year's resolution. Well, the best I can do now is to watch the event through EarthCam's live broadcast and keep wishing I will have a chance to be part of it sometime in the future.

See? That's why people nowadays don't stop moving forward. It's because they're eager to fulfill their dreams and wishes in the future! I hope 2008 would fly past as quickly as 2007 too, then 2009, 2010 and so on...till I have fulfilled this one wish.

That's all for it then. Let's welcome 2008 with open arms for a moment before sending it off as soon as possible! Happy 2008!! See ya!

A day earlier wouldn't hurt, would it?

2007-12-26T06:49:00.001-08:00

Guess what, it's snowing! Yeah, I'm psyched up and such but the problem is, I'm also feeling a little frustrated. As I've ranted before, I was hoping for a white Christmas, and was still hoping it was down to the last second but still...you know. Let's just say heaven wasn't on my side or rather, the weather wasn't. However, just after Christmas' over, *poof*, it snowed! What on earth?! Why couldn't it have come a day earlier? I mean, before Christmas, the trees were already dusted white due to the water vapor freezing up but it'd sure be nice to have snow covered roads and houses, wouldn't it? It just makes Christmas so much more...Christmasy (not sure if I'd call that a word)

Well, guess it's no use rambling on about it since it probably wouldn't change a thing. Just wished the snow had came earlier. Thanks for listen-, I mean reading anyway. See ya and hoped you had a better Christmas!

Say it with me! MERRY CHRISTMAS!

2007-12-24T15:59:00.000-08:00

Woohoo! It's finally Christmas -- the one event that I always look forward to, no matter what. Dining together with your family, gathering round the Christmas tree for a chit-chat and then topping it off with a chain of Christmas specials on TV. It's gonna be one hell of a Christmas! My ideal Christmas would iclude heaploads of snow (all day or season long), family working together to whip up a wicked Christmas feast and a party that truly brings out the meaning of "Jingle Bell Rocks". I wonder what kind of Christmas you are all looking forward to. There's just a sea of possibilities out there. Wish I could have them all. Well, that's just me getting greedy.

Alright then, I guess that's all for now. The last thing I'd wanna do is to wreck your Christmas by having you read a novel-length post. That'd be pretty darn tiring for me too.

Oh oh, before I go, there's something I wanna say...

"WISHING ALL BLOGGERS OUT THERE A SPLENDID, ENJOYABLE AND FUN-FILLED CHRISTMAS!"

See ya and enjoy yourselves!

Jingle bells, jingle bells, Santa's on his way!

2007-12-22T07:01:00.000-08:00

Bring out the snowman and light up your tree for Santa's coming to town! Can you believe Christmas is actually here again? It just goes to show how time flies. And following Christmas, it's the start of a New Year! Wow, how I love the holiday season! 2 weeks off from work, non-stop partying, holiday events and so on... how much better can it get than that? Well, it'd be better if it was actually snowing right about...now.

*Looks out the window*

Nope. Not snowing. On the bright side, it's still a fews days away from Christmas so there's still a glimpse of hope there. Also, I had planned to post a few pictures of life at the office with a twist of holiday spirit but failed to do so. Reason? I wasn't aware that yesterday was the last day at work for the year. As such, I didn't even get a chance to wish my colleagues a wonderful holiday season. It was such a waste. I mean, it's like I let this once in a year chance slip by from under my nose. It's not always that I get to experience Christmas at a workplace so it really is a letdown that I didn't get to do any of the things I had originally planned to. Sigh, I'm regretting about it so much so that I wish I could turn back time. As I always say, "Life is soooo...unpredictable".

Now, back to Christmas. I hope I'll have a heapload of presents waiting beneath the Christmas tree. I bet you do too, don't you?

Alright then. I guess that's it for now. Here's wishing all of you out there a joyous, fun-filled and rocking Christmas! Tata!

Who's winter's new companion?

2007-12-12T08:03:00.000-08:00

Never expected I would get the day off but sometimes, the truth is just hard to believe. This would give me the chance to kick back and loosen up a little, at least just for today. So, I've been here in Switzerland for at least a month now and the weather here has really got my attention.

As you all know, the month of December marks the beginning of winter -- the season with the shortest days, lowest temperatures and not to mention, the only season to bring along a companion named 'snow'. Now, I might just have to re-think that all over again cause I think it broke up with snow and has brought someone else instead. Who? Well, let me drop you a clue. It falls from the sky when the clouds are dark.

Get it?

Don't get it?

Anyway, the answer is 'rain'. Yeah, rain came tagging along with winter this year. Ok, maybe not came tagging along cause technically, rain has never left as it's there all year long. However, it just felt so weird seeing a wet winter instead of a white winter. I really hope that it wouldn't last long because I certainly wouldn't want to pick a wet Christmas over the classic white Christmas, if given the choice.

I know it's just the beginning of winter but things were much different back then, about 2 to 3 years ago when around this point of year, the streets would have been covered with thick layers of snow. What are the causes then? Truth be told, I have no freaking idea. Do you think it's got something to do with global warming? Again, who knows? Let's just say mother nature has gone nuts -- either by itself or driven crazy by us humans. Well, hope it snows sometime soon cause Christmas is approaching ever closer as the days fly by.

That's the weather report for today and you'll be the first to know if it ever snows anytime soon. See ya next time! Gotta go enjoy the rest of my day before it ends!

What you get for being stealthy...

2007-12-07T07:13:00.000-08:00

So, I guess I finally found something to blog about again. It was after my first post that something struck me from the deep abyss of unanswered mysteries. "What should we blog about when life is so mundane?" Good question. I've been thinking about it for days and weeks and months. Ok, maybe not months but I was really wrecking my brain for a week or two on what there's to blog about. Finally, I decided to consult my confidante, aka. the Laughing Monster, about what people usually post on their blogs. And I quote from her speech, "Blog about your life. Maybe some funny incidents that happened that day."

Hmm...funny incidents.

*10 seconds later*

Voila! I've got something!

Before I begin, I'd have to let you know that I'm currently on an internship in Switzerland for two months, till late January '08, as what I'm about to tell you is related to it. Alright, here goes nothing.

Once upon a time, two days ago, I was busy categorizing junks at the office and came across something that screamed "I'm not a junk!". Confused by it, I went to ask my senior/mentor, an elderly woman, under which section should I place this 'not junk' item. I took a few steps forward and -- damn it, she's kinda occupied at the moment. Since we all know that it's rude to interrupt, I waited

...and waited.

At this point of time, you'd start to think she doesn't know you're there and might wanna get her attention somehow. Yeah, so what? Well, the problem is naive me foolishly stood there and continued waiting, silent as a shadow. Just as my legs were feeling sore, she finally turned in my direction. At that moment, I felt like I ascended to Cloud Nine. However, my time on Cloud Nine was cut short when I scared the living daylights out of her instead. Yup, that was certainly unexpected. So, within the blink of an eye, I leapt down from Cloud Nine and into a zoo, where I turned into a hyena. I was practically laughing my guts out while she was busy calming herself down. I know that wasn't very nice of me and after I regained my calmness, I apologized to her. Thank god she's quite the understanding kind and didn't take it to heart. Now, I'm wondering what'd happened if she did take it to heart. Given her age and the scare, all I can see is a recipe for disaster. Nonetheless, I managed to complete my task, though not very smoothly as you can see. Oh, as for the 'not junk' item, I tossed it into a box with a label reading "SCRAP METAL". *Scoffs*. Thanks a lot for screaming "I'm not a junk!"

All in all, morale of the story is -- You never expect the unexpected.

Alright, time to sign off again till I find something to blog about...or maybe when I feel like it again. See ya!

Greetings, Blog-lings!

2007-11-10T06:53:00.001-08:00

Since it's the first post of a first blog, I'll not go into any talks or whatsoever but rather -- make myself known! How about trying the 'Pleasure To Meet You Combo'? For the appetizer, we'll exchange handshakes. Then, for the main course, we'll have a nice, big, friendly hug. Finally, for dessert, we'll pat one another on the back!

Well? What do you think?

Nah. On second thoughts, it's a little too much too cozy-dovey for someone you're meeting for the first time. I bet people would just scream their guts out and blitz off like they're being chased by a giant who-knows-what if you ever pounce on them like a fuzzy brown bear that hasn't had a proper meal for months, even though you mean them no harm. Haven't you heard the saying, 'Slow and steady keeps you going'? No? Seriously? Not kidding? Well, actually, it's no wonder you never heard of it cause I made that up. Really, it's no big deal! Stop blaming yourself for not knowing six words that I just whipped up! However, under no circumstances should you reuse, reduce or recycle my slogan...uh...catchphrase, saying, words, sentence...uh...let's just call it my saying. Get it? Ok, now that all's crystal clear and very dear, we're moving on. Ahem, I mean...moving back.

So, back to where we let off, I guess we'll just keep our distance and say 'Hello!'.

"Hi! Nice to meet you!"

Now that we've got acquainted, we'll say......

"GOODBYE!"

till our paths cross again or better still, when I find the time and mood to update!