tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41509790880552501442012-02-16T23:12:57.644+08:00Eleber got a new blog. Would he still be writing about his sick imagination, or would he leave his earthly desires to the whims of his Creator? Abangan!eleberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085060317358975426noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150979088055250144.post-55411096423634723282009-04-23T09:02:00.004+08:002009-04-23T10:19:18.464+08:00

I didn't know that there is a thing called heartbreak without anything.This happened two nights ago. Maybe it was destined to happen a long long time ago, the first time I saw this person we will simply call, Callie (Jeffrey Eugenides' protagonist's namesake in "Middlesex").I can't be sure when, but I'm certain it happened during my college days. Callie stepped inside my bus. I tilted my head to

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Image from: www.pbase.com/uteh/image/45519946Just like all first times, the stinging sensation of wasabi lingered on me even after three weeks of that Japanese cuisine immersion.How could I possibly place my feeling torn between awe and that punitive dread of the unknown as I let Michelle drag me across Agoo to Baguio and then finally to Teriyaki Boy? How could I find the words that would fully

eleberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085060317358975426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150979088055250144.post-17456969739666448332009-03-30T08:46:00.006+08:002009-04-16T09:31:21.695+08:00

I have never been a fan of Baguio City. I find it too crowded, too cold and too many Koreans.But last Saturday, I was with my good friend, Michelle, and she showed be that there are still things to love about that city on the top of the mountains. One of them, my most favorite: boys.The ride was sleepy, as always. The walks were long and tiring, as always. The boys were... as always. But enough

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It had been months since my last blog entry. So I was compelled to wreck havoc on all those who unsuspectingly fell prey to my little space in the internet.What could I possibly say? This question has been nagging me for so long, which, I suspect, made me shun away from writing altogether.Something happened; a turning point in an otherwise unworthy existence. The Palanca Awards deadline

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This is the time of the year when my bosses in UNP invite me for their annual Christmas gathering. I willingly obliged, knowing that this is the only time of the year I am required to go to them (except of course the mandatory contract signing).I feel that the day would be bright and I faced the world, that day, with big smile written all over my face. Little did I know, that smile will be

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Yesterday evening, I was conversing with Mafel, a close friend, about my sudden disinterest in attending classes. I could imagine here deep in thought trying to understand why the change of heart. I could hear her giving her longest sigh as she keeps up with the fact that I, once an avid fan of classrooms, realized (finally) freedom from the four-walled prison.Maybe it's too late for me to

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Tired. That is what I always feel come Friday. So today, I'm taking out my tired fury by having a break from all the worry of school. Of course, I always have tomorrow for worries.Anyway, my non-existent fan-base probably haven't notice my silence in the net for quite some time. My solitude is attributable to many things, but, alas, I have narrowed it down to just two: one, my work, and two, the

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I was pleasantly surprised to find that Water for Elephants was worth the money and time for a delectable read.May be you were wondering, where have I been for the last month. Well, I'm in school. In work. In bed and back again for work. I have been a walking zombie for the last four weeks that I felt stiff in true walking-dead fashion.Let me enumerate my frustrations:1. On top of the impending

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When I graduated from college, I had the least knowledge in webpage designing notwithstanding the fact that I surf the internet a lot.So, imagine my shock when my boss told me seven months ago that I should make the webpages for our reports. I went numb in panic.For the next month, I spent my office hours trying in vain to come with the simplest of webpages. Thank God, for I had found a website

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I wasn't left alone to ponder my thoughts lately except that one hour tiring bus ride to the office every morning. So, I feel tired and melancholic. I can't have my thoughts with me.Whatever that means.

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I was expecting to have a healthy lunch of eggplants today. I got instead a lunch of no food. An emergency fasting ensued.The good old canteen caretaker did not inform me that I was to be left starving for the rest of the day. Had she so informed me, I would've gladly changed my order from eggplants to a Filipino old favorite, the humble adobo. I, therefore, had to manage the whole afternoon that

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Last Monday, I've heard from my classmates, who attended the bar operations, of the supposedly very difficult political law questions in the first Sunday of the Bar Examinations. I asked if they have obtained a copy of the question. They said, there were no copies of the exam questions distributed unlike last year. I grew curious. I had to check out what the questions were.Yesterday, I got the

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I couldn't believe that waiting could be such an agony!For a month, until just yesterday evening, I and my classmates were stuck in the repetitive re-reading of Rules 110 to 117 of the Rules of Court. I, for one, was getting tired of clutching my tiny gray codal book and trying to decipher the non-existent fine lines in the text. For four weeks, that tiny gray book was my consistent partner

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Yesterday, I was delighted that SOP is featuring adult contemporary music for one of their segments. But lo and behold, the songs are remotely adult contemporary!Apparently their production team (or whatever you call the people who chooses the songs and segments) had mistakenly associated this music format with sex-explicit dance songs. They featured "Sex Bomb," would you believe?Any

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Louie had this wonderful avatar that really looked like him. I followed suit after asking him where I could get the same thing. Thankfully, he did.What I did not know is that avatar making could be as tricky as a Political Law quiz. I didn't know how I look.Well it is an easy task actually. I just have to choose from among the choices (duh!) what best or nearest to my physical features. The

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Listening to the radio was the only thing that kept me from my beloved television when I was probably five years old. I detest the radio because I didn't see (and hear) the logic (and boredom) of it nor the joy of listening to music back then. I was more inclined to what will stimulate my eyes, so I, with my cousin Ana, began to watch (and love) Japanes anime ranging from Magic Knight Ray Earth,

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FailureHah! When I got my mid-terms paper in our subject Law on Local Governments, I felt dizzy. A glaring 72 points looked at me like I'm a dying leper! I was this close to passing, yet, the fact still remains: I failed!Our professor felt compassion and let us take a make-up quiz. Four were exempted for hurdling the 75-point bar; all the rest are compelled to take it lest they want to have a

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When I was young (not that I've grown), January means new beginning. February means wearing red on the 14th. March means graduation days. April for the long solemn procession. May means tan and beaches. June for rainy schooldays. July for more rains. August for my birthday. And September, well, means nothing.Until now.My pathetic attempt to put order yo the otherwise orderly nomenclature has made

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Alas, somebody has my name!I have always prided myself that I have the most unique name in the entire Philippines, if not the world. But after 22 years of false euphoria, I found a person, five years younger than I am, who bears my lovely name.I was shocked to say the least. It's a feeling so akin to that sensation when you caught your grandmother putting chocolates in hanged socks on the eve of

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She stepped into the bus with complete awareness of what she exude. She kept her gaze down and stopped at the nearest vacant seat for her to occupy. Unaware of anybody's eyes, a fellow in the back called her name. She did not flinch. For a second, the fellow hesitated; wondering if it would be polite to address her name aloud once more, mindful of the curious glances he received from the other

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I am now moving from my Friendster blog to this blog. I hope that my friends would continue to read my quirky insight to life, love and sometimes, even lust.To start off, let me greet you welcome!For the last few weeks I have been contemplating to what my new blog would look, feel and sound like. Well, I have decided to keep the tradition: anything under the sun. Absolutely, anything!First stop:

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