my sincerest apologies to everyone. i have yet to finish my new blog (i was even planning to launch it today, on friday the 13th. oh heck). my home pc's are fucked up and they've closed the internet connection in our office and my salary's too small for me to dish out the cash required to spend hours in internet cafes. there.

see you soon on the new blog.

holiday seizin'

so here's the plan: put my blogs, spew and rope, together and unleash a spankin new weblog just in time for the new year. sound good? nope? well, im gonna do it anyways. it's that itch, you know. an itch for change, and it damn needs a fine scratchin. i could see it now, folks. i have the design designed in my mind, all ready to be css-ed in the information superhighway. and so, before the year ends, when you type jaiskizzy.blogspot.com on your address bar and then hit enter, you wont see rope no more.

howdy, good person! welcome back to both of us. that is, if you're one of the regulars. if you aint, well then hello there, new friend! glad to have you here, like everybody else. hope you all enjoy your stay.

kiddo (the maiden, layla, my love) is in her company christmas party right now, wearin a green outfit, green hat and black boots, lookin like she came straight out of a 40's black and white movie. im pretty sure she's havin a hell of a time, ive called her up on her cellphone twice and she cant hear me through all that loudness which i could hear clearly, and any party that loud sounds fun to me. plus, she told me about the raffles, those goddarn effin raffles where one lucky sykes employee (and i really really wish it's layla) could win a honda jazz. yes, a car. with four wheels. that you can drive around and hit people with. that honks. sheesh.

last night, i partied with my co-workers (i wanted to type co-slaves but heck, it's christmas...) on gma's kapasko kapuso christmas party. it was fun, there was food, there was beer, there were celebrities, there were prizes that i didnt win, there was a band, there was dancing. after all of which, there was editing. but id rather not complain about my job again, you've had enough of that, im sure. however, allow me to express my sentiments regarding the post production's embarrassing performance in the interdepartment christmas presentation contest (and i am very much glad that i took no part in it. when you shit smells from afar, you stay away...). what a humongous load of rotten dung that was. what were they thinking? that the uppity type judges would buy the goody "christmas through the years" message? that the overused bisaya maid as comic relief would make everyone laugh their shoes off? that the "we've-obviously-run-out-of-ideas-so-eat-this" video support of how gma evolved would save their short yet boring skit? nah-uh, dimwits. if the concept sucks in the very first place, it will suck all the way down to the end. dammit. the other departments did pretty well, some didnt but even they were way better than post's crap, and you could easily see that they put their minds into it to come up with something really entertaining. ours was like meant to take last place (and we did). and these brainless farts even had the nerve to ask us, the ones who chose not to participate, to participate a bit by giving us "sparklers" that we were all supposed to light up at the end of the presentation. yeah right. the humiliation is all yours, thank you very much...

okefenokee, hold your horsies, i am not saying that i could have done a better one that could have made us win (honestly, i am but that's not the point, you see). it actually doesnt matter if any of us new guys have the smart idea because these people positioned above us believe that their brains are on that same level and that their stupid idea is still best. that goes for the rest of the world. the small people are always ignored. just because we didnt graduate with any honors, or just because we have not the experience, or just because we dont got the look, it doesnt mean we cant do better than you. we can. you can take your papers and experience and shove them up your ass.

wow. that was nice. that felt good. let's leave it at that.

good-bye and have a merry christmas, everyone!

p.s. this was a draft that i failed to finish and post last week. the only thing i added tonight was the last paragraph and the send offs. like you care, right?

move it

flat and out: i lost my (hand-me-down) nokia n-gage. there. let's move on...

...to better things!

it has been two weeks since my lovely kiddo and i moved in together and so far, it has been superb. the place couldnt have been more appropriately called BLISS compound. well, there was one day that didnt start nicely, but overall, i am pleased and very much content. kiddo, however, may not be sharing the merriment. only not as much, of course, im sure she's as happy-to-the-heels as i am. but it's the rats, you see. she hates rats. no, she loathes them completely and fears them extremely. so for now i do the cooking (just frying anyways) which isnt that bad since im learning something i need to learn considering my appetite. she's thinking we oughta find a new place again, and i honestly have no problem with that. i just hope she exercise the same support if the new place we move in to has faggots. because fags... you cant just trap em in fly paper and throw them in the trash to get rid of them.

tree+me. hit it now. there should be a channel with cartoons like this 24 freakin hours a day. beavis and butt-head, south park, happy tree friends, migraine boy (i miss that one), and other weird and cool animated series should have their own channel so there's always somethin good to watch (because seriously, we have cable tv here at home and yet there'll sometimes be a couple of hours that no matter how many times i surf through all those channels, i cant find one good thing to glue my eyes on).

work's been pretty bad to me lately. the new qtv channel is such a humongous pain in the ass for me (all of us). the darn writers are giving us a hard time with their plugs, most dont even know they are. the new shows arent even that great (show ko and o mare ko are achingly obvious rip-offs of 30 seconds to fame and sex and the city/desperate housewives respectively). they have got to be out of their noggins if they tell me they thought these shows through thoroughly. and they're earning more than we do. that is just so wrong. i have tried to love this job but it seems it doesnt want to be loved. we do meetings and discuss crap for hours and what happens afterwards? nada. our salary's still way less than we deserve (hah! im a regular and they're adding 50 bucks to my salary every month as transportation allowance! 50 pesos. one month. transportation. wow.). im sitting this out for a while...

that is it for today, my friends. i am sleepy. i really wish i could blog everyday. but, hell, the world sucks bigtime. i just dont notice it that much because of layla...

bye-bye.

needles

today is my mother's birthday. i am home. i do not have a gift for her.

greetings, surfers! let's see now...

on the 3rd of november of this year, i will (hopefully) become a "regular" rank-and-file employee of gma network inc. i know very little of what comes with it. what i do know is that i would have one more day off to spend on personal activities such as being with kiddo, resting, blogging etc. with the added free time, maybe id be able to update weekly then. oh yes, and watch more movies as well. also, there will be a "slight" increase in my salary. slight. meaning , not much. meaning, we work our buns off every single day and this is all we get? seriously. you'd laugh if i tell you how much they pay us for what we do. (so all of you call center people out there, quit whining because you are most definitely better off. way better.) other than those two, i have no idea exactly what these other "benefits" are that they've been yapping about. one benefit i would be very much pleased to avail: my own network account, used for retrieving graphics, audio, and other files needed for plugs, and the highly-required internet access. give it already, dammit!

while i leave the pc for a while and grab some munchies, for somethin kiddie weird and trippy, check this out. clickety-click-click and i was makin a black dude catch giant apples. how odd and amusing.

i read in some newspaper that there'll soon be an asian "amazing race". like the rights were acquired blah blah somethin somethin. well, to hell with that, i wanna join! it would be kiddo and i running around, goin places, doin challenges, fighting, making up, asking directions... coolness. it doesnt matter if its limited to asia. i just wanna go out, lug that backpack, and travel. i wanna ride a plane again. i miss the thrill of taking off and the landing (while listening to classical music, what joy), the fun of flying above the clouds. i miss lookin down on the world, down on everybody else. you just know someone's lookin up at you and it makes you feel "i'm up here and you're not" good.

refrain from thinking "live in" when i say that kiddo and i are gonna live together very soon. well, maybe in a way but not like we're doin it to prepare for the big tying of the big knot (i guess we are but not like... oh it's complicated). don't get me wrong, i wanna marry kiddo (now if i could) and have a son for starters, but i really dont think we're both ready for that stage in life yet and then risk a newborn baby's life in our hands while barely earning enough money for ourselves. that day will come and i would be the happiest man to be happy. for now, we are doing this for three primary reasons (1) we love being together, hate being apart from each other; (2) it'll help us save some dough (for the future) since spending it to see each other and go out will be lessened; and (3) we need our private personal just-the-two-of-us space. i live in an 8000-peso-a-month (sans other bills) apartment with seven other guys and number 3 is kinda pretty hard to achieve. i wanna be in a place where i could pass time with just kiddo by my side. i wanna talk to her and do stuff with her and not think about anybody else seeing us or hearing us. i wanna wake up to her smile and kisses, not to the crumpled-up face of that mollycoddle dude who sleeps with his framed college graduation picture close by. that place is somewhere around guadalupe. it is ours now, we've paid the reservation fee and will be paying the first month the day we move in which is on the 5th of november. hooray.

by the fckin way, i've tinkered with my friendster account. made some css adjustments and voila, the skizzy feel. add me up as a friend and go see it. iwillruletheworld@mail.com is the email addy. the friendster blog is kinda teasing though (i actually already have an idea of what that one would be like), but succumbing to it would mean maintaining three blogs. okay. i shall think it through.

that's the scoop for today, comrados and comradas. time for a quick shut-eye and then... i dont know. be back in manila later this evening. graveyard work. gonna have the am shift again next month. anyways, so long, surfers!

p.s. finished life of pi about a couple of weeks ago. great book.

mix up

october is spanish month in the philippines and the spanish film festival "pelikula" has kicked off in greenbelt 1. as hardcore cineastes, the maiden and i have been watching films the past week and will still be watching more this coming week. i gave my coworkers a heads up, told them they should go see somethin new instead of the usual commercialized crapola they waste money on. the maiden invited her friends as well. (shrug) didnt see none of them there or heard anything from them about it. oh well, to each his own. anyways... have a couple of reviews over at spew.

yesterday, dyord, a co-editor, celebrated his birthday by treating us out to a bar. since im in the graveyard shift, i was only able to stay for an hour (which was during our break) together with my shiftmates. our stingy oic warned me that i could only drink one bottle of beer. yeah right. i opened two bottles, put one in plain sight, hid the other among other bottles, finished that one secretly and then downed the other as seen by my oic. as one beer buddy had said, genius...

my new haircut has been getting nice comments since its inception. they say i look clean and polite. and that it was a good thing i decided to do it. some curse and ask what i had done to my hair. anyways, the first few days id put gel on my hair and comb it tidy. i lost the comb and lost the urge to use gel. im back to my non-combing self again but with no disadvantage 'cause the maiden likes the "harry potter" look. or the "beatles" look, as someone had pointed out.

things are doin well and goin better with the maiden and me. we've returned to our kissy huggy happy together selves, and very much in love with each other. i feel that this will last and wont fade. on that note, this post shall mark that transition, and the maiden, from now on, shall be referred to as kiddo. without a the. i love my kiddo.

angels in annalyn

25 years ago i was born on this day. what i thought would be the saddest birthday (if not the saddest day) of my entire life turned out to be the happiest.

first off, ive said sayonara to my long hair. yes. the "rock star" look is gone. had that much-awaited haircut and, im sportin a "good boy" look now.

went out and had dinner with the whole family, my treat. my dad handed me down his P800 cellphone which i am still figuring out how to use. my mom gave me a new shirt, and i now have 4 new shirts in one month, and that, folks, is a record breaker.

after that, (in a quick turnaround of events) went straight to annalyn subdivision, to that blue-walled house with the black gate, where a beautiful young lady cooked spaghetti for me (she had her hand covering her eyes when i came). she jumped upon seeing me and hugged me and kissed me. and if that wasnt enough, she gave me a book, one of the books ive been wanting to have: the life of pi. im simply unable to thank her enough for everything... my heart is swollen... my brain in pieces...

and then there was the baby. oh what a bundle of joy.

october twenty-one here we come!

dead spot

about a couple of months ago, john, a co-worker, and i, bashed our brains together and decided to make a short film ("fans" of my blog would know ive mentioned it here). the idea was to bring star wars to the philippines. lightsabers were made. actors were cast. a mini-dv camera was borrowed. but lo and behold, we didnt even finish shooting the first scene. it was a curse, we agreed. and so we let it go.

cinemanila film festival begins on october 12. john and i have broken the curse and finished a horror film entitled "dead spot." we've submitted the form and currently editing the movie. hopefully, even if we do not win the 1.5 million peso first prize (or at least the 100 thousand peso finalist prize), our movie will be screened in the theaters. but of course, with that amount of moolah at stake, we wanna win! wish us luck!

hello, dear visitor. welcome (back) to my blog.

this monday, the 26th september, is my birthday. i had previously planned to celebrate it on sunday at a beach resort with friends. but recent turn of events made me call it off. why? well, if you've read my blog a lot, you'd know why.

the maiden.

id rather not blabber too much about it. meant to pick her up from work, went to the wrong building, waited for hours, phoned her and woke her up, she got mad. end of story. but the drama goes on. with better things to do this weekend, she says she WON'T (not can't) be coming to my supposed party. and will not be giving me any gift. yes, folks. it hurts. all of it. her not coming, no gift (damn i love gifts...), and her i-dont-give-a-rat's-ass attitude about the whole thing. ouch. hurts like my heart's being fried. with the flame set on high, and my heart's stickin to the pan.

i have no idea what to do on sunday. happy birthday my ass.

damn.

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