When I die

The idea for this entry came from Dondino's blog.

Someday when I die, I won't take it against those I care about if they won't be able to make it to my wake and funeral. I'm perfectly fine with this. I'm contented to just fade away. But I hope that they would pray for my soul. And if those I leave behind have enough money, I would want to be cremated and my ashes thrown to the seas. That way, every All Souls Day they go to the beach instead of the cemetery. They could just pray for my soul and then enjoy the rest of the day at the beach. Maybe I should setup a Personal Cremation Fund. That way, those I leave behind don't have to spend a single peso out of their pockets to fulfill my wish.

Behind the camera-phone

Sometimes when you're behind the camera
You'd be out of the picture
Out of the loop, disconnected
You see happy faces forgetting to wear one
You remember happy occasions
O wonder where you were?
You missed them not but feel like you do
Sometimes when you're behind the camera


Note:
This is an instant poem I created to go along with the pictures I've taken using my camera-phone. I was emailing them to my friends and had nothing much to put in the body of the message. The cheezy lines just came to me without warning. This by the way is not the one that got sent. This one contains an additional line. Still cheezy, though. Hehe... :)

Holy weekend in review

I tried my best not to catch cold, but failed. Now my nose is running wild and every few minutes or so I have to clear it. And my head, well, it's not a full-blown headache(or else I wouldn't be writing) but it's starting to feel funny. Good thing I already did my laundry yesterday and so now, Easter Sunday, I have the entire day to do nothing, but sit and feel the cold take over my body. I guess I'll have plenty of time to write my thoughts down.

Happy Easter everyone (all four of you reading my blog). I hope you had a very meaningful Holy Week vacation as I did. Nothing beats having to go back to the deserted office on Maundy Thursday to move some stuff (I'm transferring to my third cubicle). Good Friday, well, I don't know what I did on Friday. I was probably lying around feeling heavy and sleepy. Black Saturday, I began to understand what's happening. So before I went to a full-blown war with the colds I did my laundry in the morning. It was a good judgement call because by the afternoon my nose began to run. Every hour or so I have to clear it. I tried to ignore my nose and continued my reading of "If You Want To Write" (which by the way I should have finished reading weeks ago). By evening it became apparent that I won't be able to attend the traditional (at least in our barangay) Easter Mass at dawn. Now, it's Easter Sunday and my nose is running, my head is slowly spinning, and my throat is beginning to sore. What a vacation!

Note:
I went on to write about my most memorable Holy Weekend, but after writing the first sentence my head really ached. I had to stop writing. Perhaps I'll write about it in the future. And if it's not already clear, I wrote this Easter Sunday, using the good ol' pen and paper because I couldn't stand staring at the computer. :-)

That many days

Okay so I'm in front of the television right now. I look right and I see a Del Monte calendar. A couple of feet to its right is another calendar. I look left and I see a San Miguel calendar. To the right of the TV is a Columban Missionaries' calendar featuring Pope Benedict XVI. If I stand and go to the kitchen I won't see another calendar, but when I go back to my seat in front of the TV I'll be greeted by another calendar along the way. This one should no longer even exist, it's a 2005 calendar. It has a religious painting so that's probably the reason my mother won't throw it away.

Half of me just wants to rip them off and bury them, well except for maybe the Columban one because it has the picture of Benedict XVI whom I admire and it has the biggest number print among the five. But then the stronger half of me is afraid of the chaos that will ensue in our house. I can't understand my mother's obsession with calendars. Okay so maybe obsession is a strong word to use. But hey, one calendar per room is enough. I have a National Bookstore and a Mercury Drug Store calendars in my room. But only the latter one is hung in the unpainted wooden wall of my room. One is enough. April 15, 2006 will always be a Saturday no matter how many calendars you have.

Note:
So obviously I'm not in front of the TV right now, but I was while writing the draft. Okay, I don't know why I'm trying to explain this thing. It's implied, right?

Where am I?

It's been a while since I had a reflective Holy Week. Actually, it's been a while since I had any reflective week. To tell you the truth, I don't know where I am. I mean I know where I am physically, but I don't know where I am. Sometimes I wish there is a forest between our house and my workplace. So that I can stop by the woods and reflect every day that I go to work and perhaps every time I go home from work. I don't have to gain groundbreaking wisdom out it. Sometimes I just want to stop and think about where I am and where I am headed.

Friends

I was rummaging through my drafts folder and found this unpublished blog entry sitting around not knowing she should have been posted weeks ago. I guess I was busy the week I intended to post this. I have certain feelings about this sitcom that I can't quite put into words. Is this even possible? Can a television program do this to people? Anyway, I feel that this entry is incomplete and I don't know how to complete it. So here I'm posting it and moving on to other stuffs that my mind can come up with.

*****

Except for the six keys on the kitchen counter, there's no hint that there ever were people in the apartment. Six friends, each lived there at least once, have left. And though it was not the most beautiful of all last episodes for a sitcom, I still loved the ending and felt sad that it's over.

I can't believe that Friends has ended. I know the last episode was shown a couple of years ago, but the rerun at Star World has just ended. For one year, I have been watching it everyday at 7:30 PM. I don't know what to do with this vacant TV time now. My favorite TV sitcom is over. And it left me wanting to buy the ten seasons in DVD.

I was introduced to this sitcom about 11 years ago. Back then my favorite TV program was Hercules back to back with Xena: Warrior Princess. I know, depending on what TV genre you like you'd either say, "Cool," or say, "Yuck." But that's not the point. One day ABC 21 decided to have a new lead-in program to Hercules. It is a little sitcom called Friends. My friends and I immediately loved this new show. We watched it every time it's on. But the problem with Philippine television is that they tend not to show programs in the correct order. Some random episodes are skipped and in three months time or so episodes are being played back. It's really frustrating. I mean you make an effort to free your time so that you could watch a program only to find out that they're playing an episode you've already seen. In due time, I've stopped watching the show.

And then there was cable. Then Star World came. When I heard that they're going to do a rerun of the complete ten seasons of Friends, I was very excited and rightfully so. It completely reran Friends from season one to season nine daily. There was a minor break with repeat episodes and then season ten, the last one, was shown beginning February 2006. Since the schedule is Mondays to Fridays, one season takes just about one month to finish.

Now it's over. And I'm a bit sad.

Life as an indie flick

Got this from Riclag's blog. Took the test. Tests as short as this should not be taken seriously. But just the same, here's my result:

***The Movie Of Your Life Is An Indie Flick***

You do things your own way - and it's made for colorful times.
Your life hasn't turned out how anyone expected, thank goodness!

Your best movie matches: Clerks, Garden State, Napoleon Dynamite

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?
http://www.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/

TAGay Songs (from girlay)

RULE: List seven songs you're into right now. No matter what the genre is, whether (or not) they have words, or even if they're any good [eh?!], they must be songs you're really enjoying right now [sabi mo nga, diba?]. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs, then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to...

TAGay Songs:

1. Come What May - Lani Hall duet with Herb Alpert (this is not the one from a musical)
2. Beautiful In My Eyes - Joshua Kadison
3. Neville's Waltz - Patrick Doyle
4. Harry In Winter - Patrick Doyle
5. Potter Waltz - Patrick Doyle
6. High - The Speaks
7. Panunumpa - Carol Banawa/Fr. Jboy Gonzales

Passing the TAGay to:

Lord Riclags
Jumangz
Urlaps
Gov. Natnat
Ardie
Ron Michael
Mungkey
Rhea
Matt
Ealbert (where's your blog?)
Fr. Jboy (hehe...probably won't fit your blog)

Ealbert

Stop reading my blog and start writing your own. Para ako napud ang magbasa...