New Worlds 5: The 5th Philippine Science Fiction and Fantasy Convention

New Worlds 5: The Fifth Philippine Science Fiction and Fantasy Convention is happening on October 27, 2007, at the Glorietta Activity Center!

Step through the stargate or through the wardrobe in costume or in Muggle clothing! Bring your lightsabers and phasers, your amulets and cutlasses and wooden stakes, or even the One Ring and your chakram! Scoot over in a 1976 Chevy Impala or park your Viper nearby! Watch the Activity Center transform into a hub of science fiction and fantasy for Daleks and the Losties and heroes, where vampires and mecha converge over dice and boardgames!

Entrance is free and open to the public. New Worlds 5 is presented to you by the New Worlds Alliance. Spread the word of sci-fi and fantasy! Be a geek and be proud!

Stay tuned to newworlds.ph for news and updates.

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I'm a geeeeek! sue me. : )

party of one

Trust me. It has perks.

If you're one of the 95 million Americans who stubbornly refuse to join in wedded bliss, the commemorative holiday you've been feverishly anticipating is finally here. That's right, spouse-less slackers, it's National Unmarried And Single Americans Week! Possessors of a marriage license, get thee to the sleepy bedroom 'burbs. This week is NOT for you!

-quote from Yahoo news


We have our very own holiday..but maybe we should have our own Phil chapter.. You don't believe me? Well, I can't post the link.. So just check yahoo news

cabby dialogues vol 2

Traffic. Rain. Fire. Traffic. I got up late. I was thinking twice whether I'll go to work or call in sick. It's pouring really hard. I was exhausted from last night's condo clean up. But I still got up thinking that maybe I'll get fired if I bail out of the interviews that I've scheduled. So there, because of the traffic jam along edsa (the building beside mazda greenhills got caught on fire), i arrived 40 minutes late. The ride going to the office wasn't bad at all. Most of the time, cab drivers are like bawling babies during traffic jams. They cuss and curse whenever they have to stop. You just can't shut them up. This cab driver won't shut up about his lessons on 'how to avoid traffic jam'. He blabbed about the routes we should take to get to the office ASAP. But in the end, we took the original route that I take every single day of my life. His plan to take the alternate route got messed up because the 'alternate route' was not accessible itself. Needless to say, he does know the metro better than I do. Who am I to argue? No matter what happens you can't be a wise ass to taxi drivers merely because the moment you step into the cab, you've entered their dominion. Of course, you pay them with whatever is due but yes, let them do their job. You can do your part by writing or memorizing the plate number just in case he goes commando and treatens to blow your brains out. The cabby, even if he's such a know-it-all did his part. I arrived in the office...late yet safe. He was courteous enough to pull over near the shed and best of all, he didn't go commando.

lessons learned from drinking

I don't usually drink liquor or alcohol. As I've mentioned my tolerance to alcoholic beverages can be compared to my proficiency in calculus. Yep, I'm a loser. But drinking, whether you're alone at the end of the bar or with your girlfriends has never brought any solution to problems. If in case you're wondering if it will make your world a better place or lighten your burden..I guarantee it won't. It would left you lying in bed all day [if you are like me] but at least you were able to loosen up and sing shala la in the videoke with so much confidence.

Alcohol will not make you feel any better.But neither does MILO or COWHEAD. Drinking when done in moderation can help you widen your social circle because when you're tipsy and feeling at ease with the crowd in the bar..anyone can approach you and ask "can we dance?" and gladly you would say yes. Here are some reasons why:

1. It's too dark inside the bar. You're too tipsy to tell if he's gay or not but seems like the filipino version of BRAD PITT[so what the heck?!]

2. You don't really care anymore, you've been single since birth. You wouldn't get pregnant by merely rubbing your elblows with him.

3. Dancing is a subtle excuse not to order drinks. You don't want to be wasted and you're running low on cash. If you're too busy trying to get your grove on..the waiter wouldn't bug you for the nth time if you'd like another round.

For me, going to bars will be contant reminder that:

1. I am already of legal age, drinking is sooooo..allowed
2. I need to wear what most women wear---a nice top and hot shoes and
3. Quote from Coyote Ugly (movie) " Always LOOK available but never BE available" [I dunno the exact lines]

I never liked going to bars, mainly because the music is too loud---house music that it. I have never learned how to appreciate it. But it does puts you in the mood and perhaps it helps you unleash the dancing queen in you. I go to bars for the sake of my friends, yes.. They always drag me there. I say drag because, among the five of us, I believe that I am the most KJ (KILL JOY) person when it comes to night outs. We've been bar hopping for 3 or maybe 4 consecutive fridays now. One of the reasons is because a friend of mine ended her long time relationship[actually, we're not yet sure if she has totally closed her doors to the guy]. Let's just say they're on the "cool off" stage. Whatever the hell that means. And because of such tragedy, one of our little ways to comfort her was to take her to some of the must-go's here in the metro. It does help you unwind.... if you are with the best girlfriends in the world. That's why I can't find a way to bail out on them. I'll miss all the fun.

wtf happened to my blog

I'm fine with how it looked like before. I don't care if it's plain and boring.. I' m just tired of making it look cute and colorful because truth of the matter is I am anything but colorful. I am monotonous in fact. Call me color blind even. I only see black and white.The last time I check it was still same old plain-jane blog.. But when I got back.. it was ruined.. as is it looked like this.And I can't seem to put my shoutbox back in place... grR! This has gone haywire and needs reformatting...very much like my life.. haaaay.... This must be a sign. I need to start from scratch! :(

HOPE---and it ain't the cigarette

Sometimes quitting is the answer. It’s a just a matter of moving on to the next stage. Picking up the pieces where you left yourself rotting and then starting from scratch. Quitting is not a sign of defeat or waving the white flag to surrender. It’s just a matter of perspective. Quitting is a new beginning. And as Billy Corgan said,” The end is the beginning of the end.”

We’re all stuck in this cycle. We win some, we loose some. We rejoice for victory and cry over our lost battles. In the end, a collection of scars leaves us each memory, each learning. Scars are always good. But not on the face though. After all has been said and done, I always count on one thing and that is HOPE.

P.S. I am this close to becoming an optimist.

our deepest fear

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

~Timo Cruz from the movie Coach Carter

My deepest fear.. snakes! But for the meantime, I'm sinking in my own quick sand. I guess the dilemma is how to get out of it in one piece.

I can't help you...I'm bleeding.

Last September 4,I was browsing the internet when I saw the yahoo news headline---Russian mayor bans phrase "I don't know". Nope, it's not that he expects his staff to be a walking encyclopedia or freaking genius, he just wants to take things in a different level--in terms of work attitude that is. He expects his people take action, to be more proactive. Other banned expressions include:

1. What can we do?
2. It's not my job.
3. It's impossible.
4. I'm having lunch
5. I was away/sick/on vacation.

Officials who disobey the ban while in the mayor's office "will near the moment of their departure," the statement said.

Providing the mayor with wrong or incomplete information, or being late in reporting important information will be considered an attempt to undermine his work, it said.

-quote from Yahoo News-

I guess there's no more room for procrastination or any form of slacking off for them. Boo! Why can't people in the office be like the Russians?? Why can't we be more customer-oriented? I guess we only show how proactive we are when we get something out of it--I am not generalizing but maybe most of us extrinsically motivated. I know I do sometimes. We grew up being spoon fed. I guess old habits, die hard and we're just too stubborn to get involved in other people's 'misery' business.

age of confusion

I think there’s a phase in your life when you’ll feel that things are falling apart and that the world is spinning out of control. I guess they used to call that puberty. Is there a possibility that puberty reoccurs once in a blue moon?

running amok: UAAP WTF Moment # 1

I watched the UAAP game last week. Ateneo bagged their third (?) straight wins, beating the falcons in bloody pulp. As usual, the crowd hooted for their respective teams. I thought it was just another wild and out game until we’ve reached the remaining 2 quarters of the game. The falcons were already trailing by some10 or 11 points, the crowd was getting rowdier than ever, especially a number of fanatics in the front row seats. They were mouthing insults to the ateneo fans. I have trouble trying to read their lips but I could careless. I mean, whatever man. Do as you please, it wouldn’t change the scoreboard. But then out of a sudden, this gayish falcon fan stood up, picked the mop (yes! As in the one that the janitor uses to scrub the floor) and pointed it to the ateneo crowd, mouthing cuss, perhaps. Actually, I really couldn’t tell what he was trying to say because we were seated in the upper box while he’s in the front row of the lower box. The behavior, in my own perception is a pathetic cry of mockery. Wow! These people are really taking these things seriously. Is this still school spirit? To make the scenario worse, an alumnus from the eagles’ crowd walked over to the falcon side. To my disgust, he seemed like he was utterly provoked by such behavior. He started pointing his finger at the gay fan, picked the mop and faced the falcon crowd. He started blabbing and blabbing. I couldn’t understand what he was saying but it was evident that he was steaming mad—like a bull of his cage. Has he gone boinkers? What was he thinking? Was he out of his ‘calming pills’? Did he drink way too much lipovitan? Was he one of those you-mess-with-my-team-I’ll-kill-you type of fan? Why would you loose your temper and composure because of such hooting? I just don’t get the point. I can be a die-hard fan. I would cuss and scream my lungs out if the referee’s calls are questionable. I get pissed off at trash talking players. But to unleash apocalypse for the crowd’s unruly and uncalled for behavior? Heck no. Luckily, my medulla is still sitting on its rightful place. Lest we’re still using smoke signals to communicate, we should leave out the primitive behavior to the primates, shall we? Call this my UAAP WTF Moment #1.

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masarap nga bang maging ATENISTA?

“Win or Loose it’s the school we choose.”

Allow me to roll my eyes.

Misplaced

August-- the busiest month yet. I’ve been here and there but I still feel misplaced. Where am I going exactly? First, there has been this sudden nagging from my aunt to go out of the country. I received a text one Saturday morning. She asked me if I already have a passport because she was informed that there are promotional fares going to Singapore . We can visit our cousin in October (since there will be a semestral break—her daughter and my other cousins can come too). Me, her daughter, plus two other cousins ‘MIGHT’ travel alone, on semi-vacation mode with no adult supervision whatsoever. She is insisting that for once in my life I could experience life outside Phil and well, probably.. get lost in south east Asia just for the heck of it. I get her point and actually, I would like to go. But I’m considering that all of these travel plans might just as what my other cousin said “drawing”. With less than a month to save money, the possibility of dropping dead in the middle of nowhere because we’re broke may not be far from reality. If we really need to push through with this, tickets should be booked already, our schedules should be finalized, I should be worrying what to bring and whatnot and perhaps beg my dad to possibly loan me the money I will need to finance my spur-of-the-moment trip. Good thing for my cousins is that they have their travel passes already. I, being the non-nomadic, stay-at-home kid that I am is rushing with all these paper work. Hence taking leaves of absences and all those shit.. What a loser? At 23, I should have conquered SE Asia already. Well, anyway, there will always be a first time. And take note the absences I took, they’re all LWOP, leave without pay. How in the world can I save? I’m thinking on not taking a cab going to work but the risk of getting late and possibly waking up early in the morning convinced me to concur. Besides, if I were to choose between commuting 3 times and worrying whether the cab driver is an ex-con, I would choose the latter. At least with this, I can still work on my paranoia rather than jumping from one PUB to another and ending up looking like a hag. What if I try to join deal or no deal or maybe buy those shampoo sachets with hidden prizes, or try playing the lottery? There are a lot of possible solutions, if only these possibilities become reality. There is no way I can get that enough money, in such a short span of time. I’m still having reservations, just in case by hook or by crook, I am able to get my finances ready. What happens when I get back? It is a bit early to cash in my VLs. I mean by October, I will be able to take advantage of my vacation leaves, hence, the more nagging I get from my aunt. If this trip will take place, I’d get another year-worth of back lags. I’ve been struggling to finish all these unfinished business in the office. I can see those aging lines and the urgency to down more lipovitan and other “stress-busting drugs”. The usual caffeine has left me feeling drowsy and narcoleptic so scratch that. Leaving the office is like entering a different dimension. When you get back, you’ll feel like a stranger. Plus, I also have some extra responsibilities that need to be dealt with immediately. I've been really preoccupied lately and I missed engagements and gatherings and wait, Nina's first gig ever.. Dammit! Seriously, I need a clone or better yet hand me Sparrow's compass