dreams are nice, but they are not reality. reality is hard; bite it harder.
thank you ninong nikko, ninang ten-ten.
i WILL follow your advice.
time to bitch up.
My place. My nook. My home away from nowhere. Here where the sun thrives on my body's ink. Here is where evil is reborn. Eternally.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 29, 2011
THE GREAT BEYOND: SEOs and other stories
i'll be flying off to singapore by tuesday next week, and i've started creating a path for extra income that i could generate while i stay in the merlion city. recently, i was accepted as a home-based freelance email writer for an online content provider. this is my first venture as a PAID freelance writer. my first assignment came last night at around 6:16pm. and of all the topics that i had to write on, i got the most wicked of all: sports. LOL
***
i've never been much of a sports buff, and you'd wonder why. my dad was a former varsity player for Don Bosco Academy during high school in Tarlac City and for FEU during his college days. He was also a reservist for the swimming team and did tandem boxing.
with all the sporty things my dad did during his bachelor days you'd think his first borne would catch up. well, guess what: i didn't. i never took a liking towards sports. it felt brutish to me, especially because i got bullied in grade school by jocks and all other boys who were either into basketball or was a member of the boy scouts. yes, i was one of the taller boys in class, but my body frame was flimsy and feeble because i was often rushed to the hospital due to some complication or allergies.
i didn't spend a lot of time outdoors. since i was the firstborne nephew in the philippines (i had an older cousin who was in san diego, california), most of my then bachelorette aunts bought me books, indoor games and some betamax tapes (ah, the beta max. but that's another issue, este blog) of popular cartoons in the 80s. i took little affinity to playing sports, since people thought of me as the homebody type who read a lot, knew a lot, but couldn't shoot a ball. i was stereotyped as a nerd. and i guess because i didn't like to socialize much, i accepted the label.
ten years after formal elementary and secondary schooling, i never got over the indifference towards sports, finding little time nor effort to get involved in it other than those forms that were set indoors. i tried wallclimbing and weight lifting for a while. i took a liking towards cross-country cycling too. but all these passed, seeing that in the end, the bad memories of sports haunted me even more.
*** FLASHBACK
it was a typical day in gym class, and we were playing volleyball. sadly, it was a one-on-one exercise. i was in my googly glasses and my opponent was a school varsity. you know what happened next. humiliation 101. and then there was a time i was walking along the school field with friends, and lo and behold, a baseball hits me right on the noggin. this happened twice. sometimes i would start thinking that people intentionally hit me with a baseball, or a volleyball or a basketball. i was an ostracized yapping nerd who found no solid clique. i was a drifter. now you know why i hated high school.
***
and so i write my first SEO article today. my due is monday, jan31st. can i complete all five? i'll have to try. sayang ang raket. but i'll have to muster more than words to make sure i can write what i need to write. sports has always brought bad memories of bruises, both for the elbow and the heart. heaven help me.
still here. hey.
i'll be flying off to singapore by tuesday next week, and i've started creating a path for extra income that i could generate while i stay in the merlion city. recently, i was accepted as a home-based freelance email writer for an online content provider. this is my first venture as a PAID freelance writer. my first assignment came last night at around 6:16pm. and of all the topics that i had to write on, i got the most wicked of all: sports. LOL
***
i've never been much of a sports buff, and you'd wonder why. my dad was a former varsity player for Don Bosco Academy during high school in Tarlac City and for FEU during his college days. He was also a reservist for the swimming team and did tandem boxing.
with all the sporty things my dad did during his bachelor days you'd think his first borne would catch up. well, guess what: i didn't. i never took a liking towards sports. it felt brutish to me, especially because i got bullied in grade school by jocks and all other boys who were either into basketball or was a member of the boy scouts. yes, i was one of the taller boys in class, but my body frame was flimsy and feeble because i was often rushed to the hospital due to some complication or allergies.
i didn't spend a lot of time outdoors. since i was the firstborne nephew in the philippines (i had an older cousin who was in san diego, california), most of my then bachelorette aunts bought me books, indoor games and some betamax tapes (ah, the beta max. but that's another issue, este blog) of popular cartoons in the 80s. i took little affinity to playing sports, since people thought of me as the homebody type who read a lot, knew a lot, but couldn't shoot a ball. i was stereotyped as a nerd. and i guess because i didn't like to socialize much, i accepted the label.
ten years after formal elementary and secondary schooling, i never got over the indifference towards sports, finding little time nor effort to get involved in it other than those forms that were set indoors. i tried wallclimbing and weight lifting for a while. i took a liking towards cross-country cycling too. but all these passed, seeing that in the end, the bad memories of sports haunted me even more.
*** FLASHBACK
it was a typical day in gym class, and we were playing volleyball. sadly, it was a one-on-one exercise. i was in my googly glasses and my opponent was a school varsity. you know what happened next. humiliation 101. and then there was a time i was walking along the school field with friends, and lo and behold, a baseball hits me right on the noggin. this happened twice. sometimes i would start thinking that people intentionally hit me with a baseball, or a volleyball or a basketball. i was an ostracized yapping nerd who found no solid clique. i was a drifter. now you know why i hated high school.
***
and so i write my first SEO article today. my due is monday, jan31st. can i complete all five? i'll have to try. sayang ang raket. but i'll have to muster more than words to make sure i can write what i need to write. sports has always brought bad memories of bruises, both for the elbow and the heart. heaven help me.
still here. hey.
Jan 26, 2011
THAT THING WE ALL NEED TO DO
i was watching some television yesterday and i chanced upon a cool new TVC. this new ad featured five tips to a better life. i would like to expand on these five tips.
TIP 5. HAVE A FRESH PERSPECTIVE. i'll be leaving in less than a week, and i guess everything else would be fresh when i arrive at the airport there - new people, new country, new customs, new jpb (hopefully). but to be quite honest, i'm starting to have some difficulty creating a fresh perspective about myself and the path that has been chosen for me. it's been what, three months, and i still find it hard to accept that i would never teach anyone in a formal setup ever again; well, at least not in the philippines. finding a fresh perspective is starting to be a source of anxiety. but i'm trying to cope. at least now i know where all the throatiness is coming from: stress.
TIP 4. DEFY GRAVITY. if by gravity you mean the status quo, i believe i have. now the kids from the blue school are texting me ever so often, especially the freshies, saying that things have started to feel very awkward between them and the teachers and bosses who were left behind to do all the work i used to do for them. bragging aside, around five people took over all the tasks that i was relieved of, when they asked me to leave. five people. now that i'm trying to start a new life, i've met another fork in the road: do i perform in mediocrity to avoid the hassle, or do i perform better than what is expected of me and risk getting noticed too much and get into the same trouble all over again?
TIP 3. GRAB EVERY CHANCE TO PLAY. i've never been the sporty type. the only sports activity i know is cycling and wall climbing. for crying out loud, i got hit by a baseball twice, and several times by a volleyball, on the head, in high school. i keep thinking, when i get there, will i have time to rest? probably. if my brother decides to lend me his 450D so i can do a photo walk at least once a week.
TIP 2. HAVE YOUR FILL. with all that is happening in my life, and that of my family's, i constangtly ask myself, will i ever have the opportunity to have my fill? they say you can't have cake and eat it too. but why can't we? too much sugar might cause a rambunctious lad like to go hyperdrive? and then there's the issue of satisfaction. i mean, when do we stop? do we ever? will we ever? should we ever?
TIP 1. HAVE AS MUCH AS YOU WANT. the thing is, having as much as you want does have its consequences. believe me, i know. but the truth of the matter is, we never know satisfaction unless we get overdosed. pretty much like appreciating peace, unless we go through war first. i'd like to have as much as i want. problem is, there's really nothing much to go around. now, i'm just another jobless guy with uber supportive in-laws, wife and kid who've found time to actually make me feel i'm worth the risk. frankly, i don't have plans of letting them down.
***
as anakin skywalker's mom said in episode 1: the phantom menace, "and now, be brave and don't look back. don't look back."
i believe that after everything that i've been through, there really is no turning back now. not while things are awry back here, no job for me in the philippines at least not in the near future, and there is little worth granted to me by people i used to call peers, there really is no turning back. not even a glance. five days to go and i'm outta here. i'll need all the prayers i can get.
still here. hey.
i was watching some television yesterday and i chanced upon a cool new TVC. this new ad featured five tips to a better life. i would like to expand on these five tips.
TIP 5. HAVE A FRESH PERSPECTIVE. i'll be leaving in less than a week, and i guess everything else would be fresh when i arrive at the airport there - new people, new country, new customs, new jpb (hopefully). but to be quite honest, i'm starting to have some difficulty creating a fresh perspective about myself and the path that has been chosen for me. it's been what, three months, and i still find it hard to accept that i would never teach anyone in a formal setup ever again; well, at least not in the philippines. finding a fresh perspective is starting to be a source of anxiety. but i'm trying to cope. at least now i know where all the throatiness is coming from: stress.
TIP 4. DEFY GRAVITY. if by gravity you mean the status quo, i believe i have. now the kids from the blue school are texting me ever so often, especially the freshies, saying that things have started to feel very awkward between them and the teachers and bosses who were left behind to do all the work i used to do for them. bragging aside, around five people took over all the tasks that i was relieved of, when they asked me to leave. five people. now that i'm trying to start a new life, i've met another fork in the road: do i perform in mediocrity to avoid the hassle, or do i perform better than what is expected of me and risk getting noticed too much and get into the same trouble all over again?
TIP 3. GRAB EVERY CHANCE TO PLAY. i've never been the sporty type. the only sports activity i know is cycling and wall climbing. for crying out loud, i got hit by a baseball twice, and several times by a volleyball, on the head, in high school. i keep thinking, when i get there, will i have time to rest? probably. if my brother decides to lend me his 450D so i can do a photo walk at least once a week.
TIP 2. HAVE YOUR FILL. with all that is happening in my life, and that of my family's, i constangtly ask myself, will i ever have the opportunity to have my fill? they say you can't have cake and eat it too. but why can't we? too much sugar might cause a rambunctious lad like to go hyperdrive? and then there's the issue of satisfaction. i mean, when do we stop? do we ever? will we ever? should we ever?
TIP 1. HAVE AS MUCH AS YOU WANT. the thing is, having as much as you want does have its consequences. believe me, i know. but the truth of the matter is, we never know satisfaction unless we get overdosed. pretty much like appreciating peace, unless we go through war first. i'd like to have as much as i want. problem is, there's really nothing much to go around. now, i'm just another jobless guy with uber supportive in-laws, wife and kid who've found time to actually make me feel i'm worth the risk. frankly, i don't have plans of letting them down.
***
as anakin skywalker's mom said in episode 1: the phantom menace, "and now, be brave and don't look back. don't look back."
i believe that after everything that i've been through, there really is no turning back now. not while things are awry back here, no job for me in the philippines at least not in the near future, and there is little worth granted to me by people i used to call peers, there really is no turning back. not even a glance. five days to go and i'm outta here. i'll need all the prayers i can get.
still here. hey.
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