tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67279002012-02-02T23:44:20.656+09:00Story of my misadventures in life, random thoughts from my head, or just about anythingMeinoreply@blogger.comBlogger3071100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-90851343677823020502012-02-02T23:44:00.003+09:002012-02-02T23:44:20.673+09:00

Day by day, I understand how things work, how I react, how that automatic alert inside me is triggered whenever I am doing something I shouldn't be.  It's actually just a cycle. Having the feeling of liking him. Feeling of hopelessness because something is lacking Then I would be getting some of those powerstones.. Then I would again realize how I should move on, and how I should be forgetting..

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-24827412524060599442012-02-01T23:12:00.000+09:002012-02-01T23:12:59.824+09:00

And so my quest for freedom continues.. not going away from the one that makes everything hard for me, but going to it head on. I know, you'll be thinking, martyrdom, craziness.. why would I try to face it head on.. Well, because I got no choice.. I just have to face it. No matter how hard I try not to notice him, no matter how hard I try not to talk to him... It just go back to circles.  I

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-67511434390072907042012-01-31T23:12:00.000+09:002012-01-31T23:12:13.507+09:00

The events last weekend brought me back to the dreamworld, away from where I should be, where I have been leveling myself onto... But one click of the reality, I was once again awake and trying to go back to ground zero. Heck, I thought I was already on my way.. but then again, distractions kept me and didn't realize I am going away from the path.. I feel like a blind man, turning away from my

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-20105693426638586522012-01-31T00:57:00.001+09:002012-01-31T12:32:36.290+09:00

While I though everything had been ending, there in the other side of the source came again lots and lots of powerstones.  Came to me in surprising frequency and amount.  I wasn't expecting of it, nor it was in my wildest dream that I longed for it (NOT!) I guess all those weeks of false anxiety, expectation, assumptions which shouldn't be, had given its fruit.  I now understand, though

Meinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-74978564528216510702012-01-26T21:56:00.001+09:002012-01-26T22:00:33.540+09:00

Other than friends, google had been a very good companion in my "moving on".  And I have been browsing Wiki-How for quite a while now.  Here are some of the lines that struck me: Remember that you do not know everything yet. If you struggle with what is, you'll hurt yourself. Decide what you would like to do about it. Remember it's not all about you. Think about things like he doesn't deserve

Meinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-43691688324677092712012-01-26T00:26:00.000+09:002012-01-26T00:26:56.663+09:00

And for 3 days of almost free of the drug I have been taking for the past few months, I was left with no choice but to look at the hole, hoping for something to come out.  Lo and behold, something came out, surprisingly. These past two days of abstinence made me realized something.  That I, who have not been indulging for such for the last xx years, can live a day without such enticement.  I

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-68221848202926361892012-01-25T00:27:00.000+09:002012-01-25T00:27:12.945+09:00

I'm in the process of withdrawal.  Looking for it, hoping for it, and yet, it never came. I got tired of watching that hole to give me what I needed for the day. Even for just a small piece of that something I have been longing for. But, it seems that it's better not expecting anymore.  It's something I can never have.  It's something I never deserve. I shouldn't have let myself indulge, it is

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-51400748181145311432012-01-23T23:41:00.001+09:002012-01-23T23:42:37.976+09:00

There are like powerstones for me, what makes the dull day bright, what makes me perk up during the night. However, just like other normal tangible piece of item, things just don't come to you everyday. No matter how hard you look at that hole, waiting for that stone to fall on to your hands. No matter how hard you wish that things would still be the same as yesterday. Things just end.  It

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-77115058781449428062011-06-13T01:51:00.001+09:002011-06-13T01:55:25.816+09:00

I take that line a little literal though. I met with a former churchmate who moved to Okinawa, the southernmost part of Japan.  She was telling us her family's everyday life. How they would get their lunch or dinner from farmers farming around their area. How a horse was given to them as if a stray cat is being handed to them. How picking up your child can be finished in 10 mins. How time

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-44506876406575086712011-01-01T14:17:00.000+09:002011-01-01T14:17:59.587+09:00

It's almost New Year here and here I am in front of the computer, spending this days as if it's just like other days.  It's New Year but people here are already sleeping by 10pm.  If I were back home, I would smell the firecrackers, the cocoa drink that my mom would always make for New Year.  Hotdogs, sausages, and some bread. For some reason, we would always have these stuff during that time of

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-78739247603902526012010-11-25T01:39:00.001+09:002010-12-07T00:51:07.287+09:00

How do you manage your anger? I remember when I was a kid.  When anger strikes me, I would silent until anger dissolves.  Though sometimes, I can get really angry, but that rarely happens to me.  Most of the time, I would use writing in trashing out all the negative vibes that is in me (it's quite evident in this blog).  I would feel so bad sharing what I am angry about to another person (feels

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-3048659264090602342010-11-13T10:43:00.000+09:002010-11-13T10:43:17.016+09:00

One problem I have is that when I think about something grand, let's say one morning, it becomes an addiction to me.  A thought that was decided within a minute of time.  A thought I think would be the best among the best. After that thought, my mind becomes polluted with it.  And then, the planning continues and ends until I find it tiring.  It's always just a hype at the start.  It's never

Meinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-74977742681993236772010-10-27T23:08:00.000+09:002010-10-27T23:08:34.872+09:00

Marking day one from 2 weeks ago, I can say a lot of things had changed.  If someone would watch me 24/7 (or rather 8/5 marking 8 hours from Monday to Friday), things indeed had changed. Honestly, my days would never be the same since the day I decided to change everything.  There are pros and  cons to this decision I made.  Pros would be I can finally get myself out of the hole I got myself

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-2289215391207615832010-10-13T00:43:00.003+09:002010-10-13T08:49:57.721+09:00

It wasn't my fault that I fell for you in the first place. I even despite the moment I realized I started liking you. But you still took advantage of me. And that, I would never want to forget. I wished I were stronger, wiser. They said, if you fall once, you just need a lesson. Fall twice, you are stupid. Fall thrice, and you are stubborn. And I wished this had come to my mind sooner. But now,

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-9065033416810417582010-10-01T09:32:00.000+09:002010-10-01T09:32:15.989+09:00

As it turns out, I'm still not okay.  I blew up yesterday. Putting statuses in my instant messenger, worrying a lot of people.  I tried to stop thinking about it.  But, as I have concluded myself, the mind and the heart simply don't think or sense the same way.  How can I make them think the same thing?  I don't know.. I told myself to just let it go.. but no matter how I tried, there is this

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-60908915845575248632010-09-27T00:46:00.006+09:002010-09-27T00:55:10.652+09:00

I had an image in my mind as to what I am today.  But since I wasn't gifted with a very good artistic skills, I am limited by words now.  If I were to draw myself today, I would imagine myself with one big scar somewhere, 3 small patches around somewhere, and a piercing that has been bleeding now.  As to why I had 1 big scar, 3 small patches, and a bleeding wound, that is for you to find out and

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-81411113529166073492010-09-21T00:43:00.000+09:002010-09-21T00:43:46.280+09:00

In church yesterday, the speaker told a very interesting line.  This was such an interesting line for me that I posted the same thing in 3 of my other blogs haha.. I really was impressed by the wittiness of the lines. He said that denial means: "Don't even notice I am lying". Hahaha.. yeah.  Most of us, when we are in denial, we try to evade questions about the truth, try to make others turn

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-37759386811387943112010-09-17T09:28:00.001+09:002010-09-17T09:37:23.473+09:00

This morning, while walking through the hallway of my dormitory, I greeted someone "hello" but only got a weird look with no verbal reaction at all.  I repeated what I said, thinking it wasn't clear, but still I got the same expressionless, "I don't know you" look. I was quite shocked.  Here I am, just got out of bed, my mind's a fuzz, and still not thinking straight.  I was ignored first thing

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-2277456809508097042010-09-09T00:55:00.000+09:002010-09-09T00:55:40.679+09:00

That's the time I would be free... But am I really free??

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-20243268454926326162010-09-07T01:47:00.001+09:002010-09-07T01:51:30.261+09:00

If I were to have my own movie, I would imagine myself as the "co-star" who helps bring the lead actor and the lead actress together.  Someone like Julia Roberts in My Best Friend's Wedding (only in my case, I don't try to separate the two leads haha).  I don't know why but I would always find myself in the middle of two people who: 1. are about to like each other, 2. who are going out with each

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-15956744869390272242010-09-01T00:41:00.001+09:002010-09-01T00:42:32.087+09:00

I notice life had been so busy that my blog has been empty. The real thing is that I don't know what to write. Life had been so monotonous. It's always home and work. Weekends are equally busy as well. No time for myself. And I desperately want to read a book!!! And study Japanese And watch movies And just lie on bed and do no thinking. But I just don't know, recently, every time I close my eyes

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-30080919978281458852010-08-06T20:24:00.003+09:002010-08-09T19:11:00.597+09:00

Just came back from Taipei and it was indeed a very tiring trip!  Every night I felt my feet numb, excluding the feeling of humidity plus a temperature on the average 35c (even higher than Tokyo).  All in all, however, I felt fulfilled because I was able to do what I wanted to do in Taipei in 4 days and 3 nights I was there. The moment I stepped on Taiwan, one thing that I notice is how much it

Meinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-61555726137731467992010-07-28T23:28:00.000+09:002010-07-28T23:28:16.928+09:00

I've been working for almost 8 years already but never had I been so busy and so drawn to work just like in my work right now.  I've only been with this company for 2 months, but more and more I see myself working more, feeling excited, and taking work even in my sleep.  I know, it's bad.  I now know the feeling of liking your work too much to the point of dreaming about it. I didn't think that

Meinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-71273939780642777822010-06-30T17:20:00.001+09:002010-06-30T17:20:40.843+09:00

Don't you hate it when you used to be like this and that with someone and when this thing comes, you become different all of the sudden?  It's like the coin has been flipped and another side of yourselves are shown to each other.  I hate when that happens.  Been there, done that, been there, done that.  It's always a cycle for me. Hay ---- Summer's coming up again, and I'm so glad that this

Meinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-119776369779259982010-06-21T01:15:00.003+09:002010-06-30T17:06:17.964+09:00

I'm naturally a please-er person.  I don't know why but I think it had something to do with my childhood.  I had few friends (i'm really a shy person).  My friend was the library (a friend who you don't really have to talk to).  And when I finally got to have some friends, there are times, if I find a person a little difficult to get along to (due to difference in personality, hobbies, etc..), I

Meinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-4384011921402664922010-06-16T17:16:00.000+09:002010-06-16T17:16:11.078+09:00

It got me thinking just this moment whether I am one of those people who work so hard to keep their bank accounts full and not thinking of the temporary happiness they'll get if they got it empty.  I recalled one time in one of my entries when I was complaining how my mom was pushing me to doing something that will make me earn big bucks in the future and how I was so in disagree with her of the

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-64104414391378879732010-05-29T22:41:00.000+09:002010-05-29T22:41:46.436+09:00

I really miss my "old" life before in the "province".  Not only the place is different (rice fields, less crowded places), the people are also different.  That made me realize it when I was doing my little grocery this afternoon.  And I have this line remembered for my entire stay here in the city. In the city, don't expect people to give way for you, don't expect them to see that you are there

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-62424610268863735632010-05-27T00:55:00.000+09:002010-05-27T00:55:44.701+09:00

One word to describe my first month in my new life: BUSY. I have never been this busy in my entire corporate life!  Even when I was in the Philippines and doing a REAL work, never had I experienced spending 12-14hours of my weekday in the office while actually doing something.  So this is how it feels like to be busy.. hmm.. now I see. Before, my life starts at 7:30am and ends up around 11:30

Meinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-19626782844205871512010-04-30T22:47:00.001+09:002010-04-30T22:49:02.392+09:00

I'm now back!! Err not really.. haha.. I just got a little moment from my long break from the Internet (well not really since I have my iPhone with me, ahem).  I've been here and around there (Tokyo to Kansai, baby) and will be for the weeks to come (new work coming,so not yet byebye Japan).  I've stayed in different houses eating different kinds of meals.  I've got no address for the last 2

Meinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-19171100444931549762010-03-28T11:09:00.002+09:002010-03-29T12:27:06.771+09:00

My almost empty apartment And yes, the day has finally came and I am now leaving my life for the past 3 years.  There you can see in the picture, an almost empty apartment.  It took a lot of sleepless nights to finish emptying this house.  It was a painless journey in a way as I was able to receive help from a lot of people (really guys, thank you from the bottom of my heart). Anyway, so that is

Meinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-89213783824393410222010-02-23T16:40:00.001+09:002010-02-23T16:50:16.472+09:00

Not so long ago, I have been wishing it was March already. However, a week before turning March, suddenly, it felt so different. I don't want the clock to tick anymore. Can we stop it the way it was today? I know, fat chance. I have to move on. And moving on is what pains me to do. As the days adds up, and as the deadline is nearing, I am beginning to think leaving Hamamatsu, or Japan for

Meinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-43341401278443147562010-02-10T16:13:00.000+09:002010-02-10T16:17:33.684+09:00

Lately, my parents have been telling me these with various options that they could think of for my future.  I have actually planned for something in which the highlight of it for the rest of the 2010 is to have a long (as in looonnnggg) break.  My parents have a different say about it though.Don't be mistaken though, I'm still thankful for all the suggestions they have for me, albeit irritated

Meinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-75486330130242252562010-02-04T15:46:00.004+09:002010-02-04T15:53:35.924+09:00

I've been reading the Twilight series for quite some time now.  I'm currently on the third book.  In a way, I am glad that there is something to look forward to everyday during work.  Instead of sitting here, waiting for the clock to strike 6 in the evening, I have an e-book here to read.  It just so sad I can't find the e-book version of the last book lol Anyway, I am in the middle part of the

Meinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-85292854787003049612010-02-02T13:48:00.001+09:002010-02-02T13:49:30.858+09:00

Recently, I feel that time is getting slower.  Now that I know the end of things for me here, and the fact that there are still 2 months before that happens, it kind of makes me grow anxious, impatient. I already have a list of things that I want to do, but, on the other side of that, I also have a lot of worries.  The future now is so vague, so flexible, that no matter how I planned early, they

Meinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-19606592978188412002010-01-28T17:49:00.000+09:002010-01-28T17:49:35.735+09:00

I feel like a clay recently.  I have too much potential, too unpredictable.  I wish I had a manual with me, so that I wouldn't be this confused.  I want to see a better me, but how could I do that when I don't know what I want to be.  I know it's hard, but I had to just decide.  Time is not on my side.  It cannot wait for me, nor I can wait for it.  We have to be in tune, for the future. 

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-75085766848524744322010-01-24T01:14:00.002+09:002010-01-24T21:54:54.196+09:00

My end is finally sealed.  I will be staying here until March 25.  Exactly 2 months starting Monday.  And I can't believe I'm actually leaving this place.  The talk with the President didn't turn out as expected.  I was expecting shouts, confused face, questions, but I got none of those when I told our dear president that I have no intention of prolonging my stay anymore.  I'll end the contract

Meinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-61582699378937343382010-01-22T14:26:00.000+09:002010-01-22T14:26:00.590+09:00

Our team leader talked to me 2 days ago in a short one-on-one meeting.  There, he regrettably informed me about my nearing expiration in the company.  He was very apologetic.  Siting situations such as the bad economy and the decrease of work load as the reasons for my disposal.  The thing is, I was so calm all the while in that talk. Maybe because I've been waiting for such announcement almost 2

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-15473737434675964102010-01-21T10:20:00.003+09:002010-01-21T10:21:48.399+09:00

I had a heated discussion with the big boss of the company that I am currently (and soon will be "was") working for.  And the discussion is about taking paid leaves.  I don't really understand why he was telling me all those s#$% stuff. I would rather him tell me directly that he doesn't want to give me paid leaves.  This is what I hate most about working for the Japanese, you always get an

Meinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-458908834216039762010-01-20T10:39:00.001+09:002010-01-20T11:01:16.938+09:00

I decided yesterday to change the name of the blog, from my not-so-anonymous Chinese name, to a more meaningful blog title.  I would probably have to do it in another of my blog, in which I used the same naming scheme.   It was just now that I realize having your name (i mean real name) for your blog can seem to be so.. hmm.. egoistic. haha.. I still haven't thought of a name though, if you

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-17837158646939738712010-01-19T17:14:00.001+09:002010-01-19T17:14:00.479+09:00

When I was in high school, we were required by our teacher to memorize this poem.  It was not clear to me then its meaning before.  Maybe lack of life experience.  Or maybe I'm just plain idiot hahaha.. anyway, I was surprised that it suddenly came out of my mind, after years of being there.  I knew the entire poem before but now, I can only recall the first stanza.  Pretty amazing for a piece

Meinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-44139180217379461622010-01-18T15:41:00.003+09:002010-01-18T19:46:35.909+09:00

Question: To pass or not to pass I decided to pursue my masters mid last year.  And while looking at potential schools, I came across with one which I think offers the course that I wanted.  Then, I decided to apply to that school. I took the requirements I needed from my university the last time I came home and asked a couple of former bosses to write me a recommendation letter.  Last year, I

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-21012019678901566242010-01-13T11:07:00.000+09:002010-01-13T11:07:00.466+09:00

I recently discovered a blog of an old elementary classmate of mine.  I almost had read the entire contents of her site already, basically because I can relate so well to her.  She used to be a law student, but now married to a US citizen.  It was a big leap for her, and a big surprise to me as well.  I didn't imagine the like of her to be married to someone (honestly).  She was a bit tomboy when

Meinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-89858291975079595242010-01-11T15:55:00.003+09:002010-01-11T16:05:58.090+09:00

The first week of January in Japan is a long weekend for almost everyone, well, for everyone working in the company who follows the national holiday calendar (good thing for me though, my company follows it).  In the past 2 years that I spent here for my birthday, I was already rewarded by a coincidental rest because that day happens to be a holiday here in Japan lol Friends from Tokyo came

Meinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-19111854086175466692009-12-31T23:55:00.007+09:002010-01-01T02:06:03.473+09:00

There are two words that will describe my 2009: change and discovery.  There are a lot of things that happened this year.  There are also a lot of changes that I saw in myself this year.  I also had some items crossed out of my TDL, and boy it feels to good when you do that right?  But then again, I also had a lot of things to add in my TDL, so actually, it was just balanced to 0. LOL This is

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The moment I opened my eyes this morning, one song entered my head. "Auld Lang Syne". I was even singing the song while preparing for work haha.. Today is the last day of work for me. And tomorrow is the start of vacation, woohoo!! I went on my usual routine. I almost didn't wake up on time again because my other alarm clock is not working. I geared up for the 30min. bike ride to the office

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-77559669423934987992009-12-25T17:15:00.002+09:002009-12-25T17:25:57.257+09:00

John Lennon's song has been playing in my mind since yesterday.  "So is this Christmas.. tah tah.. " hahaha.. This is the second time (or third time if you count one online call from our center in my previous job) that I worked during Christmas day.  And as usual, I always feel like it's not worth to go to work, if not for my stupid paycheck, I wouldn't mind taking a leave (or my bosses will to,

Meinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-66565443846564792332009-12-24T17:06:00.007+09:002009-12-24T17:52:03.204+09:00

Well, I just finished Twilight, that ever popular novel by Stephanie Meyer which was already adapted into a movie (shown last year?) and already got several sequels to it. I know, I'm a bit late already.  My friends probably either had read the book already or watched the movie.  I was contemplating on watching the movie first but I didn't.  It was so tempting since it was sitting in my

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-60125040276212248242009-12-18T15:54:00.001+09:002009-12-18T16:49:27.089+09:00

"Closing" is an act of keeping everything out.  For some, it's an act of ending everything, just like how supermarkets have their closing times or reports have their deadlines. When something is closed, like a door, expect that no one should enter the room, well, of course that is given the fact that they are locked. There is this idea that came to me when I was in deep thought this morning. I

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-17607974412425575842009-12-16T18:01:00.002+09:002009-12-18T14:13:37.519+09:00

Last week, as I was browsing an apartment leasing magazine, I came across a very familiar picture.  My initial reaction that time was "This looks like my apartment!".  What's more shocking about it is that the rental cost that I know is twice from the one listed in the ad.  I recalled that that "good" president told me my apartment costs 50000yen, yet the ad says it's only 24000yen. I almost

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I came across this comment from this blog.  This made me really laugh.  A little "geeky" on the side, but heck, it's funny for me..haha.. from jjdamonte In Heaven, All the policemen are British, all the chefs are French, all the auto mechanics are German, all the lovers are Italian, and everything is run by the Swiss. In Hell, all the chefs are British, all the auto mechanics are French, all

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Do you ever feel that you want to have more of that?  Really, is money the root of all evil? Let say you are walking in a mall, just walking, having a good exercise with a wonderful view of different array of shops which displays different enticing merchandises, you can't help but want what you see.  And then the sudden urge just comes out, you take your wallet, count the pieces of bill that you

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One thing that will change you when you get out of your own country is how you look at the value of money.  Blame it on the currency, exchange rates, our poor economy, etc.., the way you appreciate the price of certain goods may never be the same again.  There can be a positive and a negative downside about such new outlook to spending. As I have been living far away for almost 3 years already,

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-1006903886890876922009-11-10T17:27:00.003+09:002009-11-10T17:28:02.565+09:00

For those of you who don't know, I actually got tons (well, they can be counted by the finger) of blogs up here in cyberspace. So, as a friendly plea, please do find time to read them haha... my food blog Taking pictures of food is my ever hobby even before, so I decided to create a blog out of it (sayang naman kasi hehehe..) Blog on Politics and anywhere in between. I have been interested

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There was one time that the Shinkansen I rode going to Tokyo made a long stop somewhere Shin-Fuji in Shizuoka Prefecture.  Hungry as I was, I got off of the Shinkasen and ran toward the bento shop (which is just along the platform).  There, I was welcomed by this very friendly and kind store lady.  As I was afraid to be left behind by the shinkansen (since all of my stuff is inside plus it will

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Oftentimes in groups of friends, there would always be the dominant and the recessive groups, the loud and the quiet, the strong and the weak.  Power thirst is inevitable in human beings but the degree of wanting "it" is not so equal among people.  Basically power is what gives us protection, but others want more of it than we do.  We want to be greater than others.  We want to be always on top.

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-74786680334570106752009-10-25T16:47:00.000+09:002009-10-25T16:47:00.694+09:00

A few weeks back, I had a Japanese class where we talked about rules. One of my classmate from Hungary tells about his dislike with rules. He said rules are created sometimes without any reason. And that made me think about it and it does make sense. When I was in Manila, there were a lot of rules created for no logical reason what-so-ever. Take for instance (this is an account from a friend

Meinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-52457278625130184972009-10-23T17:10:00.004+09:002009-10-26T10:58:35.490+09:00

This afternoon, I got this shocking article about relief goods being sent through DSWD. I won't repost it here anymore, so you guys can just check it out here I don't usually jump into conclusion about issues. I would rather "study" first the issue, check the "conditions" and then I'll conclude something, usually with 2-3 possibilities, some of them bad, some of them good. However, for this

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Recently, I have been bugged by a series of indecisiveness. I had numerous plans ahead, but the nitpick in me grew out full scale again.. so at some point I am high up there but tends to go back to zero. In conclusion, I never understood what I like to do..but there is one thing I understood about myself in the process, I will never get to the point of really knowing what I want to do. Because

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I really hate it when I feel like writing something, but no good words come out on paper, err.. I mean computer.  There had been a lot of issues that I want to discuss in my blogs (yes blogs, apparently, I have been keeping 5 of them).  My mind is full of ideas, swimming around like fishes, but left uncaptured.  wahaha.. I know, weird analogy. There are a lot of things happening around, not only

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-25538006696040765862009-09-28T17:50:00.000+09:002009-09-28T17:50:50.035+09:00

I thought at first it was only contemplating.  Flipping sides of the coin, deciding to do it or not, it was already a habit of mine for a long time.  I hate change, and I even hate it more if I have to go through a lot of hassles in order to change.  I was fine in my comfort zone.  I live by everyday the same way.  I work for money, although without any further enjoyment.  My only enjoyment is

Meinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-2502467070695307212009-09-16T17:04:00.002+09:002009-09-16T17:04:37.690+09:00

... I have been interested in all of those topics mentioned in the title ever since I came home from Korea... and still now, I can't understand why.  Until.. I remember when I was in college, I had never experienced liking a subject as much as I like these now.  I chose my degree, but I never felt the desire to really study.  I study because I need to maintain a grade.  I study because I need

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I live in the southern part of Manila but I often spend my week in the northern part of Manila. I wake up 2 hours before my appointment just to get there on time. I don't own a car so I rely entirely on public transportation. No matter how I detest it, I don't have a choice but to use these not so reliable public transportation, since it is the only way that would bring me to my destination,

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-3698533861238142122009-09-01T13:32:00.002+09:002009-09-07T13:14:50.288+09:00

Haha.. I don't know how to end this blog series of mine.. but I don't want to make this a little hanging one. I was planning to make one more entry..but decided to leave that for my food blog. So, if you are looking for that missing element, just wait for it in that blog.. bwahaha..My experience in Korea will always be one of the most memorable. First, it is the first overseas travel that I

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Unlike previous recipe posts, this recipe is a discovery of mine. The squash soup was actually based on a recipe.. but I tweaked it a little based on my taste. And then yesterday, accidentally, I find it so good when I mixed it with cold rice.Without further a do, here's my recipe for the Squash Rice.Ingredients:1/2 small squash,cubed1 chicken cube1 tbsp soft margarine2 tbsp chopped onion1 tsp

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Sorry for the late 4th installment of this travel blog about my trip to Korea.. apparently, several "external factors" kept my writing mood away from me.. LOL.. but yeah, I know, it's just an excuse..haha..Anyway, back to the topic.Korean people, based on my initial impression (or rather based on what people had been telling me) are naturally cocky/arrogant people. They say everything is

Meinoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-6274515482704507462009-08-21T15:56:00.008+09:002009-08-26T17:57:11.079+09:00

Scenario:You have a friend, who is the overly jealous type girlfriend of your another friend. One day you ate out with this "guy" friend of yours, on a very friendly term.. Not long after that, on a friendly out-of-the-blue chat, you mentioned about that date to his "girlfriend" without knowing, it was supposedly a secret from her(that is why I hate secrets when you're a part of it)Why it was a

Meinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-11395210479636747982009-08-19T16:31:00.000+09:002009-10-05T16:32:25.660+09:00

*DMZ - Demiliterized Zone is an area, usually the frontier or boundary between two or more military powers (or alliances), where military activity is not permitted, usually by peace treaty, armistice, or other bilateral or multilateral agreement. Often the demilitarized zone lies upon a line of control and forms a de-facto international border. (taken from wiki) My cousin was always mentioning

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I haven't gone to other countries in the world..but I would say that South Korea has one of the most efficient rail systems in the world (well, that is in comparison to my own country). Though I would still say Japan has the best. South Korea is reachable from end to end by several rail stations in each part of the country. Ride from Airport Upon landing in Inchon, I was told to take the

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I had looked myself at the mirror several times. I don't seem to find myself looking oriental. Some people told me though..but would not believe them. Maybe I am just too used to my own face, that I think that it looks more Filipino than actually Oriental, a heritage which was probably handed over to me by my Chinese Grandfather.When I went here in Japan, people would often have surprises in

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I just came home from my Korean vacation. The taste of kimchi is still fresh in my tongue.. and I could still hear Korean conversations in my head. I have been interested in Korea even before coming to that country.. so I was really glad to be able to finally come. It was the last country (other than my country) that I visited for the last 2 years and hopefully will not be my last for the

Meinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-90517992158747522592009-08-06T16:53:00.001+09:002009-08-06T16:54:52.476+09:00

Remember the days where Twitter, Plurk and other micro-blogging sites aren't still there? Nobody would know what you are doing every moment of your lives. Sharing of info is limited to direct interaction with the sharer. When something weird, nice, interesting comes in front of your eyes, you just let it pass. And when a big new comes, you just usually blog about it, explaining things in

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-75304444368640865972009-08-05T17:27:00.001+09:002009-08-05T17:31:22.285+09:00

It just came to me.. my recollection of life as a real "programmer" (not just by paper, as written in my Alien Card). No matter how I detest that kind of profession before, I never knew that it was in my blood. I miss it.. but well, not all of it..what I miss:1. Solving logical problems2. Finding bugs ahead of others (a little on the "airy" side here.. bwahaha..)3. Analyzing causes for system

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-37085642295950132292009-07-23T00:29:00.008+09:002009-07-23T00:50:38.675+09:00

At nagbabalik ang paborito nyong programa sa blog ko..Ang walang kakwenta-kwentang mga storyang na tiyak na magpapasakit sa inyong mga ngala-ngala..Ibinabahagi.. sa pagkakaisa ng sambayanang kabataan..Kinuha, sa lugar ng mga sakang.. sa dakong Izu, sa Shizuoka.. kung san man iyonSaksihan ang aming munting handog sa inyo.. naway inyong magustuhan =PActor : PotpotActress: MeemaxDirector/

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Contrary to my life during the winter, where it was just all me and my movies, the season of summer brings me outside my house.. plus lots and lots of appointments.Having lots of appointments means that I am almost out of the house every weekend.. and house chores are forgotten. Last Monday, when I came home from a trip, I noticed the smell of my house isn't normal anymore. A wake-up call

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Minsan, hindi mo maiwasang maalala ang mga bagay bagay ng nakaraan, halimbawa na lang dito ang mga istory ng iyong kabataan (ang ibig sabihin ko nito, "bata" ha). Lalo na kapag kasing edad mo ang kausap mo.. marami kayong mga "common" na mababanggit.. katulad ng mga larong nilalaro ninyo noon, mga pagkaing uso pa noon pero wala na ngayon, mga kaugalian sa school, mga tv commercials na

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Had this blog posted years ago (exact date was September 2006)Since I already visited a lot of places (well, not so much) I though of updating this listLocal destinations:--Baguio (completed last Feb 06)--Boracay (completed last Sept 06)--Palawan (completed Nov 2006)--Camiguin--Puerto Gallera--Sagada--Bolinao--Batanes--Bohol? Cebu? Davao?Japan Destinations:--Osaka, Kyoto, Tokyo (completed)--

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Can I call this as an addition?It was after lunch when it started happening. My firefox browser is showing no signs of life. All tabs, none. I can't browse through anything. I closed and reopened my browser. Same effect. It was a painful welcome for me..whenever I tried opening any page. It says:Network Error (tcp_error)A communication error occurred: "Operation timed out"The Web Server

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Isa sa mga inalala ko ng pumunta ako dito sa Japan ay ang pagbili ng gamot. Hindi naman ako sakitin, pero may mga ointments ako na ginagamit noon para sa mga kati-kati ko sa balat. Kaya naman, noong pumunta ako dito sa Japan, eh kahon-kahong mga medications ang dinala ko.. anti-histhamine, vitamins, skin ointments, at kung anu-ano pang alam kong wala dito sa Japan.Noong isang araw ay napaso ang

Meinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-55091084121987278872009-07-06T15:38:00.000+09:002009-07-06T15:39:11.505+09:00

Kahapon lang, ay nakausap ko ang mga magulang ko gamit ang napakakombinyenteng internet. At dahil nga bulok ang internet sa bahay namin sa Pilipinas, mga ilang minuto rin naming naayos ang kuneksyon sa video at voice chat bago kami maayos na nakapagusap. Bukod sa napakatipid ng internet, ay makikita mo pa ang kausap mo at unlimited pa ang chikahan (dahil flat rate ang internet).Naichikiha ko sa

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*This is a rant blog. Please spare me. LOLI know I already said I won't be posting a dramatic entry in this blog anymore..but I just can't help but wonder.. and I would like the whole world to help me find answers to this mindboggling questions I have..1. When a friend tells you that you cannot be friends with him/her anymorebut you guys can still be civil.. what does that mean?2. When a friend

Meinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-85609210135509568752009-07-02T15:03:00.001+09:002009-07-02T15:03:16.456+09:00

Nitong mga nakaraang araw, mabigat ang mga emotional baggage na bumabagabag sa aking damdamin (hanudaw..lalim dude). Sa totoo lang, hindi ko na rin maintindihan ang sarili ko. Nalulungkot o bored lang ba ako? Maramihil, both.. Nalulungkot dahil hindi ko na kinakikitaan ang sarili ko ng progresso sa sitwasyong ito. Bored dahil paulit-ulit na lang ang ginagawa ko.Naisip ko, kailangan ko lang

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Namimiss ko ang buhay ko noong bata pa ako. Marami akong mga ginagawa noon, na hindi ko na magawa ngayon, dahil sagabal sa aking pagtratrabaho. Talagang ang trabaho ay nakakasira talaga ng katauhan, ano??Namimiss ko ang sarili ko na nagsusumikap upang aralin ang mga bagay-bagay na hindi ko alam, ang sarili ko na si "ms. know-it-all", ang sarili ko na tanungan ng pamilya ko noon tungkol sa mga

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Okay, as everybody might have seen, it's been all drama for me this weekend. Honestly, my writing style is really good, when I'm not in the mood.. funny huh?? So, to end all the drama, I'll start it up with this "happy" blog again. Won't say it is happy though.. since nothing about it looks happy anyway, does it? LOLIt's been raining cats and dogs for the past few days.. summer is really just

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I didn't know it would feel like this.Hurt, it was more painful as being cut through a knife.I wished it was a real knife instead of your painful wordsI was honest.. but you said I was otherwiseI didn't know really for sure what had led you to think that wayI know I did something.. and kept you awayMy sorry's were no longer effective to youI guess, my silent would be my best weapon against youI

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I'll just think you are a part of the pastSOmeone who departed.. suddenlySOmeone who was taken away by God from meForciblyThis battle was not really between just you and meI was more into battle with my inner selfAnd that fact, maybe something I might not be able to tell to you anymoreBecause you already walked away from meIt was all my fault.. and I was sorry for itNo matter how I wish I could

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*whatever you will read today will all be a product of the alcohol that i consumed minutes agoI tried a little "experiment" tonight. I bought 4 bottles of vodka.. to see where my mind will go far. I drank all of them.. I felt not drunk.. but trying to walk a straight line was already hard. so I guess my tolerance level was already achieved...it was 6 years ago since i had my last drunken moment

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monday blues. I've had dozen of these, but I never got used to it (maybe no one will?) Add to that a very rainy morning, cloudy, cool, breezy, officemates who are like robots, constantly typing something on their keyboards, living their lives as if they are in their own islands, and days and days of sleepless nights a week before.I told myself, I am going to make this a different week. I am

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*Ito ay kwento ng isang buhay na hindi aktwali buhay* LOLHindi ko siya napapansin noon. Pero sa kung ano mang kadahilanan, ay napansin ko na lamang ang pangangantyaw at panguusig ng mga kaibigan ko papunta sa direksyon nya. Ang sabi ko, ano ba ito, lagi na lang bang ganito ang buhay ko? Hanggang sa tukso na lang ba ako magkakanobyo? Kung mayroon mang tinatawag na torpeng babae ay pwede

Meinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-89698602055628693982009-06-17T11:27:00.002+09:002009-06-17T11:29:05.311+09:00

*Warning: mahabang post* pero basahin nyo pa rin ha, please? :PNgayon ko lang naisip ang totoong meaning ng pagiging loner. Ayon nga sa isang kaibigan, ang mga loners daw ay takot sa tao, mas pipiliing magisa, at madalas, wala sa sirkulasyong ng sosyedad. Marahil, kaya ko ito nararamdanan ngayong mga araw ay sa loob ng ilang taong pagiging isang loner ko, ngayon lang ako sumabak sa isang

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Back home, it is an SOS to always take a bath and brush your teeth before going out for an appointment, be it in school, in office, or just to meet up with friends. Though sometimes, some failed on the latter, but I guess most, if not all, has to do some bath taking even if it's just pouring water on your body. You can blame it probably in the hot weather we have back home. It's something that

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I have been following the latest Hayden-Katrina scandal ever since it broke out to the public a week before. Seeing how the issue is going, it made me realize how low and how shallow our country is getting in terms of prioritizing public issues. I am not setting myself as an exception tough (having read numerous times articles about this issue). I guess it's just these kind of issues really

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With the increasing business retrenchment happening here in Japan, I can't help but feel worried that anytime I might be also among those people who will have to go home because they lost their jobs. No matter how hard I try to brush it off my mind, when it comes, it will happen, and when it happens, I have to be prepared.It has been a constant topic among friends here, as most of us, if not

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Nobody really taught me how to ride a bicycle. The first time I tried riding a bicycle though was with a bike with extra wheels on the side, so I didn't have to learn how to ride it. One summer during my high school years, I got jealous with my younger brother so I tried using his bicycle and learned how to bike on my own, without anybody guiding behind me. I was successful though.. but not

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I found out an interesting thing about my keyboard today. Some keys are shiny (because of overused) and some looks like they have never been used. And here's the list of my shiny keys:space bara s d f g h le r t y u i o pc b n8 9 .ctrl esc backspacealtSo what's yours?

Meinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-69739386963183521672009-05-25T13:47:00.002+09:002009-05-25T13:48:01.853+09:00

matagal na syang nahinto. ang salitang nais dumaloy sa pahina. nawala na rin sya ng dahilan upang punan ito ng ideolohiya na madalas sumasagi sa isip nya tuwing sa mga oras na wala lang. ngunit datapwat.. ngayon ay nasa sitwasyon nanaman sya ng pagkabalisa.. ng pagtataka.. ng panliliit sa sarili.. at kung anu-ano pang mga negatibong damdamin. alam nya nasa tamang pag-iisip pa sya.. ngunit,

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Another, hmm.. shall I call this a success, from me in my cooking career. I was able to make real Chopsuey-like meal yesterday. This is not my first time to make one though. The last Chopsuey that I made tasted blant, and far from the real Chopsuey back home. However, yesterday (and I don't know if this is just my lucky year), I was able to make a very Chopsuey meal. Still though, guided by

Meinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-9695568886622949882009-04-29T10:39:00.000+09:002009-04-29T10:40:30.086+09:00

hindi ko na maisip ang buhay ko ng wala ka. ikaw ang nagpapasaya ng aking araw-araw. pakiramdam ko, kapag hindi tayo nagkikita, nababaliw ako.. may kung anong tino ang nababawas sa akin. nanghihina ako. kailangan tayo mag-usap, bulong mo. kahit sa telepono pilit kitang kinakausap, kahit alam kong malaking bill ang sasalubong sa akin kada buwan. Alam ko kasi, sa maiikling sandali sa

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Ilang araw ko na rin siyang ulam. Pero hanggang ngayon, hindi pa rin ako nagsasawa. Paki ramdam ko ay naperpekto ko na ang pagluluto noong putahe na iyon. Naalala ko pa lang, first ko syang nailuto, ay napaibig na ako sa lasa ng aking nagawa. Henyo ba ako? Oh sadyang madali lang talaga ang putaheng ito.. LOLAng tinutukoy ko ay ang Fish Escabeche. Actually, naisip ko lang siyang lutuin noon

Meinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-9518410281054508272009-04-13T17:43:00.002+09:002009-04-13T17:54:36.323+09:00

No explanation needed, I miss and will miss these food for the next days until I go home..huhufishball.squid ball.kikiam.sweet and sour sauce with suka.mangga sa stick na may bagoong o asin.dirty ice cream.chicken balls.scramble.mais na may butter at asin.coke sa platic na may straw.barbeque.lugar.bulalo.sisig.fried mani in brown supot.kornik na may asin at suka.siomai.mami na nilalako.sago at

Meinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727900.post-22485787400188409042009-04-07T17:21:00.003+09:002009-04-07T17:34:57.405+09:00

Some would find it weird that someone like me who was born in the era of blue jeans and Michael Jackson is a fan of the 70s era and beyond. I could only point out one person that influenced me into this.. and that is my dad. He loves music.. and in the rack of his CD collection, there would be songs from the 70s, 60s, and even all the way back to the 40s. I got used to listening to it when I

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