| Hello LJ blog. Let's stay independently together, can we? :) |
[Jul. 13th, 2008|11:42 pm] |
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Ohmygosh, hello *secret* blog! I super missed you. Even if I almost totally betrayed you for Multiply, I want to let you know that I won't escape your shadows. I have no plans of turning my back on you. You've been with me for the past 4 years! We've been through a lot and you're actually the one I've shared most of my secrets with. I'm sure you know me very well by now. We have a rich past and even if I am opening my world to another of your kind, I want us to stay in touch. We may not journey together in the future, but we can always update each other, right?
I owe you a lot. You developed me; you made me better. You're a very huge part of myself. I will be eternally grateful. You're my bestfriend. One day, I'll introduce you to a special friend. I hope you'll be good friends as well. :-)
I'll always be here.
Yours truly,
i_k_a_y |
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| Okay, a confession. |
[Oct. 16th, 2007|10:27 pm] |
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| | crazily, foolishly happy | ] |
Hay... here I am, in this state of "dreamlike lyricism", floating blissfully in my thoughts of... him.
Why does he have to be so Jeffrey Sachs-like?
Why do I have to feel the chemistry all over when we're together?
How could he be so noble, so astig, so... admirable, so... him?
Him, him, him! Him, who makes me feel so light; who bring out-of-the-blue secret smiles to my otherwise ordinary days.
I so "crush" him!!! :)
Okay, crush is such an underdeveloped word... more like, like him. Or okay, let me get straight to the point -- love, even.
The environment surrounding us have had hints; have had suspicions that there is magic around the two of us being moulded into something more concrete.
But sadly, a full, solid gold it can't be... perhaps not yet, perhaps never to happen at all.
I'm not sure of the elements he's composed of (or I mean, if there's another person).
I can't proclaim to the earth; I couldn't bring my overflowing heart to admitting to him.
Back to my point. Yup, I am falling... for him. And while it would be so totally shining, shimmering, splendidly wonderful that he feels the same, what I have for him is the type that doesn't expect anything in return...
Hay... I leave it to the gods. I would be happy with however things will turn out. He's one amazing and cool person, and I hope he'll always be happy too. :)
There's no way I'm prompting him to this site but I hope he gets to read this. He's stupid if he wouldn't recognize that it's him I'm referring to. Haha.
Shiyeeetttt. Been bitten by the bug. |
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| For tradition's sake. I super miss my most beloved blog :) |
[Sep. 4th, 2007|09:38 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | dining table | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  kinda sabog ;p | ] |
| [ | music |
| | madonna | ] |
I've been writing and writing work-related reports and e-mails. For my pastime, Friendster surveys mostly consumed me. Eeeek. Hehe.
I almost forgot I have personal writing I can attend to -- one that is faaaaaarrrrr more important and meaningful. :)
And I miss my most trusted friends (and cousins) whom I gave free subscription to my LJ posts. haha.
Below is something I wrote two months ago. It's not so happy-happy-joy-joy but I love you alls anyway. (See mood)
"...Learning how to balance commercial success while staying true to the art of photography is a puzzle I have not yet solved." - Photographer Marcqui Akins
The "art-versus-commerce" dilemma - I have not yet solved that too. It puzzled me twice in the past. First was during college - whether to take Literature out of my own will and undying interest versus the more "practical" and "business-inclined" course that my parents wanted me to pursue: Economics. They had this idea that by taking the track, I'll get richer and that it would put me in a better condition than what they prepared for us. The second time was at work, as a *take note*: Marketing Assistant AND Contributing Writer for a magazine, where I was then pulled by two opposing forces -- to write stories in my own creative way as I saw the events unfold in one end (that is, free from any promotional or commercial considerations), and write sponsored articles by the clients who pay me and whom I had to have smooth relations with on the other (which I had to do carefully, otherwise the publishing company I worked for would not thrive).
By God, if there's really anyone who would understand Akins' problem the most, I think the closest person would be me. I have not yet found the solution for it either. It may not be the most difficult problem in the world, but for someone who has the whole heart for arts but somehow can't freely be one with it permanently due to external factors, it is one dilemma which requires struggling, even to the point of tears.
It is just like one's passion being wagered against society's dictates (for me, at least). |
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| brother |
[Aug. 3rd, 2007|11:45 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | dining table | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  happy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | if i fall - tara mclean | ] |
Before Jong changes his current Friendster profile, let me just immortalize this "About Me" part:
"I’m eddon jose a. sarmiento. I prefer to be called jong. I’m conceited . My favorite color is blue but when I was a kid it used to be red. I always daydream. I hate math. Reading is my favorite hobby. I worked for the research department of the Philippine Daily Inquirer. I’m 20 years old. I laugh a lot. I talk to myself when I’m bored. I studied in Marist school. When I was in second year my section was Saint Thomas Aquinas. I study at UST right now. I like to play basketball. My mom is the coolest person in the world. I like watching F1 and tennis. Life is a contact sport so be careful. Batman is my hero. I hate to say this but my sister is one of the biggest influences in my life. I’m an introvert. Someday I want to become a duathlete. I play magic cards and I have a counter deck. Bohol is my favorite place in the world. Al Gore is my idol. I believe that aliens exist. I like listening to the Beatles. I want to help in alleviating poverty in the Philippines. Economics in money, banking and finance is my favorite subject of all time. I play the piano. I love animals. Incubus is a great band. Consolidated Playstar is the best. Music is the best thing that ever happened on Earth. My dream is to become like Neo Anderson."
Ohmygod. To think that in his previous profile, he branded me as a loser. Hehe.
Shux. Wow. I was really silenced after I have read this. He did not prompt me into reading it, of course. He's not the type who would tell me that he wrote something like this, all the more if it's in Friendster. I would not even feel comfortable in telling him that I have read his newly-updated profile. That would probably feel awkward. That might even make him decide to delete this part of his profile altogether and replace it with a quote from some movie instead.
If ever I do tell him, it has to be in a manner that would make it seem like I'm not affected by it at all. I have to make it appear as though it was one major laugh trip. Otherwise, if say, I honestly tell him how I sincerely felt happy, no, blissful about what he said about me, it would ruin some connection that we have. And he would find it extremely cornball.
It's better not to tell him, I think.
Something as genuine as this is better left savored and felt than spoken and discussed.
I would be broken-hearted if I disappoint him. I hope God and his angels would always guide me so I can influence him in the right ways. |
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| creating a craze (i.e., call center) |
[Jun. 25th, 2007|02:04 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | house | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  awake | ] |
Lyrics written based from what I remember after hearing the song for the second time. I might be missing some parts.
Call Center by Cambio
Now let's get one thing straight
I don't really want to work this way
But I get paid for my American accent
I have money to pay the rent
This is only temporary
I'm not really in a hurry
I'll party all morning
Work all night
Meet my honey in the broad daylight
Now let's get one thing clear
I don't really want to be here
But they pay me for my perfect diction
I have money for my addiction
I'll be at the call center
Until something better
Comes along my way
It's been a long, long day
The future is alright
The future is so bright
**
When I heard this song for the first time, I admired its originality. I didn't catch the name of the band, but I had the feeling that they are one of those underground bands who, by this song, will now be on the road to becoming a household name (as what happened to, say, Kamikaze for their song "Narda"). The lyrics and message were expressed clearly enough for me to remember some parts of it (especially the chorus) and share it with my brothers.
When I heard it for the second time, I was impressed to the point of blogging it. I decided that its composer had been brilliant in coming up with poetry that would speak of the condition that a lot of the members of the Filipino youth are faced with. It also struck me as a song that foreshadows so much of the culture that we, the gen Y-ers, have shaped (or a culture that molded us to become what we are - I couldn't accurately assess), such as:
1) staying in a place we don't particularly like to be at;
2) losing solid grip of control and be resigned to fate -- we have become experts in adjusting our sails to the winds;
3) settling for a short-term situation - we know it's only fleeting, yet it's something we still spend effort on, just to pass time and get by, and
4) hanging on to hope yet not being hardcore enough to do something to make things happen (And I hope I'll be proven wrong).
I'm writing this for bragging rights (Hey I heard it first! Haha! :p). Perhaps to measure too how much word-of-mouth can fan the flame of Cambio's fame. (I'm sorry if they become the next Hale or Cueshe. I would refuse to be the culprit.)
I'm trying to create a craze. See if it'll explode mushrooms, just like the call center industry.
And just like all hit songs and short-term solutions, it's big at some point, then gone tomorrow. |
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| bored blogger |
[May. 30th, 2007|07:24 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | my universe turned grey | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | one straight, predictable line | ] |
| [ | music |
| | heaven knows (this angel has flown) - o&l | ] |
It's been ages since my last post in this particular "secret" blog. "Secret" for the reason that among my diversified blog assets, this one is the least commercialized. Unlike blogs in my Friendster and Multiply accounts where, as far as I'm aware, a larger number of people can access my journal entries more easily, this LJ is where I'm truest to myself. It has positioned itself as a sanctuary where I can store private thoughts safely; my own universe which can serve as a blank sketchpad to paint any picture of my liking. This online diary had been the shock absorber of the outbursts of my imagination and touches of eccentricity for the past three or four years. It's a witness to all my highs and lows, kafeelingans, pretensions, aspirations, illusions, hallucinations, triumphs, worries, hurt egos and what have I.
It's not that I stopped writing for a while, no. It's just that external factors swamped over endlessly, and I'd been bombarded with "more practical" activities day in and day out, that I never had the chance to write down my innermost concerns as often as I used to. I wrote journal entries, yes, but just the types that could be posted in the two other blogs, which translate to being the more outlandish ones, and thus less honest.
Lalala. Enough about blahs. Maybe the reason why I didn't get to write here as much is because there was really NOTHING exciting to write about. To be truthful, I am searching for a deeper meaning in the way I'm living my life now. It's just so... bland. So boring. If I am to plot my life's last 10 months, it'd be one straight line. Well, there were little bumps in the road (the "kilig" days with ____), but then that would probably not count at all since it hasn't gotten me (or us, hehe) anywhere (and can I just say I miss him?!?).
I'm 22 for crying out loud. To have uneventful days and feel that nothing big is happening in my life is the most pathetic thing.
Ohgod, this is so sucky. I should find a way out of this rut. I wish to narrate interesting true-to-life stories in this "indie" web space. |
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| Dutch Ukay |
[May. 6th, 2007|03:53 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | bahay | ] |
| [ | music |
| | drip | ] |
We fetched dad at the airport earlier this morning. He just got back from Amsterdam, after three weeks of work-cum-leisure trip that was sponsored by the World Press Photo.
His pasalubongs? Haha!
Dad narrated his experience during the Queen's Day -- a day of festivities in the entire city in honor of... well. their queen. He said it was celebrated in such a way that the Dutch would set-up street bazaars from left and right-- their old jackets, books!, clothes, shoes, bags, shades, etc. were sold at very low prices.
He only noticed it late afternoon, when majority of the sellers were already going home. While looking at the items and picking potential pasalubongs from various stalls for us, his family from back home, he asked one of the pedestrian passersby where the sellers were, as if signalling that he'll pay for the items he was holding. To my dad's amazement, the guy said: "Oh... you can take them."
Ohmyf*ckinggod. He looked at the street stretch and saw the long line of goods left by its sellers -- which may now just be collected... all his - free for the taking!
Ukay galore, really! To my dad's mind, if only the Ukay merchandisers in the Phils. were there, it would have been heaven for them.
Sadly, he wouldn't want to pay (and couldn't afford!) the excess baggage charges at the airport, so he only brought home one boxful (one box!) of items, just right for me (I soooooo looooovvveee my new Amsterdam collection of tops, skirts, pants and jackets, hehe), Kokoy (he's loving his sweaters and pantssss), Jong (just like Kokoy's), Isay (she's wearing some later when we hear mass), and Mom (her favorite's the Givenchy shades).
Dad could only laugh at himself for being like a basurero. Eh kinapalan na daw niya mukha niya, tutal wala namang nakakakilala sa kanya don. Hahaha!
My mom would scold me for proclaiming to the world (in this "secret" blog) that we're wearing Ukays, but ohwell. This is news, baby. I swear if I'll ever go to Amsterdam, I'd target that I'm there on the Queen's Day. As much as I hate the Philippines to be the "dumping site" of more well-off countries' goods, I'd be lying if I say I'm not gonna fall for that.
Just happy dad arrived safely. :) |
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| fotografie |
[Apr. 22nd, 2007|10:11 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | roomy | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nat geo on the background | ] |
HAPPY EARTH DAY, LOVES ;-)
Was listening to NU 107 a while ago. They were discussing about a field that is very close to my heart, which is *tada!* PHOTOGRAPHY.
There were 4 lensmen interviewed, and 2BU's Tammy David was one of them, so was Rem Zamora. Cool. :)
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Some noteable points that I recall now from the conversation:
1) Photographers are the best historians.
2) Its great to be a part of history, but a photog must remember that there's a responsibility attached to it.
3) Tammy David's mentor is the Filipino Pulitzer Prize for Photography nominee -- Romy "Tata Romy" Gacad (my *gasp-ehem* mom's ex-boyfriend).
4) One quality of a good photograph is if in just one glance, one can already draw out a story.
5) Photojournalism in news must be truthful; it may be entirely different (and it can be allowable) in advertising.
Yun. Just to add to that: as what my daddy-oh (who is the best photojournalist in the world!!! -- Anyone who will oppose to that will be banned in this blog for eternity! Hehe!) always says in his lectures, a good photograph is so when the viewer feels the same emotion that the photographer felt when he took the shot from his camera's lens.
Yey... go speak of photography and spread the inspiration it may bring forth. My grandfather (who is also a professional practitioner and professor of photography) and dad would be very glad of that. ;-) |
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