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April 21st, 2006
12:53 pm - Recent Uphheavals
My life has been marked with a succession of people named James that have sharply defined times in my lifetime.
J. Loverio - my earliest encounter with a guy in my age group possessing homosexual tendencies. Pretty freaky encounter for a kid who\'s not even 12 years old. Still, Lian Chai (that\'s his Chinese name, he\'s part Chinese) and I suffered through the experience of both looking toward the caller who shouts out our first name.
J. Llaneta - the only person I know who would avoid getting killed by a swerving flatbed trailer by crossing both arms in front of his lowered head, like an anime character defending against an energy blast. He\'s a good guy to have around, and to watch your back. Just make sure you got enough food and shampoo for him.
J. Asis - what can I say? Exactly my kind (well, not really) of geek, both a non-mainstream gamer and an otaku to boot. He\'s pulled me through lots of tangles with the evil machines of doom (aka, computers), and been the sounding board and sole witness through some of my craziest ideas. (Admittedly, some of those ideas were merely corruptions of his own crazy ideas, though some of them were real collaborations.)
And finally,
J. Janisch - he\'s living proof that I can still bite down and ride it out until the end of one roller coaster ride. He was my instructor in learning vital information I would hopefully be able to use to earn a future despite my lack of a college degree. He\'s gone back to his family and friends, and I am left with the task of making him proud and not letting all his effort training me go to waste.
Truth be told, I\'d rather have that gargantuan task he left me, than try and brawl and crawl my way through to my degree. My logic is even if I did get that degree, I\'d still end up in a call center at entry level.
Mr. Janisch left me a copy of Anansi Boys. I nearly cried in his hotel room, in the presence of some of my teammates. I beat a hasty retreat, because I knew if I stayed I\'d have watered the carpet. Before I left, I managed to tell him that he was one of the coolest married men I know.
My honey will be graduating later today. The irony drives a bittersweet twinge through my chest. In another dimension, or parallel reality, I might have had her at my graduation ceremony and promising to be at hers in return. Here comes another moment of weepiness. It\'s gone now.
So now, I try to mask my feelings. I\'ll smile, I\'ll keep my eyes white, I\'ll talk. It is her day, her triumph, after all - no matter how much she tries to attribute her success to me, all the effort was hers, and so should all the glory be. I will have to content myself with the cool knowledge that while living the way I have been living, someone found strength in my meager presence.
It will have to be enough.
Current Location: Makati
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Silence
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March 5th, 2006
03:10 pm - I'd rather face a Hive Tyrant...
Than be where my gilfriend is sitting in right now.
She's got something that may prevent us from having kids of our own.
It's a big deal - you've been living with a comfortable body for a couple of decades, then you go to a doctor and you find out that a vital function of your body is really out of order, and you can do nothing for it.
All things said, I figure she's got a right to go ballistic about my previous hobby post.
What shocked me however was the way she sounded over the phone. It reminded me of a housewife who was berating her husband for taking off with the children's college money and blowing it all away with a weekend in Las Vegas.
I was still in the contemplation stage as to whether I need half a box of CCG boosters more than a computer of my own!! And she drops me that screamer!?
I did what anyone else in my situation would do. I howled / shrieked / wailed twice, scaring away a customer in the shop.
Then I realized I was overreacting to her overreaction. But it felt good overreacting.
Now, I feel numb. My stomach is paying the price for my over-reacting.
What's a guy supposed to do when his girlfriend calls up in tears, and she says she's been to the ob-gyne?
I was bewildered. I was like, "Holy shit I thought we were careful how the hell did that happen omg a baby!"
Then, still in tears, she says she's not pregnant. I felt overwhelming relief at first, then I realized that meant something else was wrong, horribly wrong.
Shit. I hate it when I'm right.
We talked. About a lot of things. The summary of my words to her was this:
"If we couldn't have a baby naturally, there's always adoption. While I originally thought I'd be the 'cool' bachelor uncle to my elder siblings' kids, meeting you changed that. And even if it turns out that we really couldn't have a kid of our own, you're still not getting rid of me, love. Because that's what love is. Children are a welcome addition to a loving family relationship, but it's not central to me. I would still love you, kids or no kids. Like now."
Current Mood:  lethargic
Current Music: Honestly by Harem Scarem
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March 1st, 2006
09:54 am - Fungible!!!
I'm now a part of the working class. Finally.
I've just finished my NHO week at PeopleSupport, and I'm currently in Client-Specific Training. NHO, or New Hire Orientation, is like a Communication or Speech course in college; Client-Spec for Advent, a software company whose products are finance-related, entails a crash course in stocks, bonds, and the taxes you get from buying and selling those things. Welcome to the Money Market: we hope you make it out alive after 6 weeks.
Ian has approached me about buying a booster box of a recent Magic: The Gathering (TM) expansion. I expect a box to cost upwards of Php 6,000 - this was the price of a Nemesis (expansion) booster box back in its day. (For those not in the know, a booster pack contains 15 cards: 1 rare, 2-4 uncommons, and the remaining cards are commons.) I told him we'll see. Absolutely no Chinese-print cards - I can read Japanese-print cards, the card type Instant reads "I-N-SU-TA-N-TO" in katakana, unlike the Chinese ones where everything is in kanji and phonetic kana. -_-!!
Other than more training, nothing is happening much with me right now. I need a new toy, like the retail version of Dawn of War: Winter Assault; Henyo once carried Dawn of War, but we removed it, and I can't find the installers. Yes, it's a 3-disc monstrosity, I know, a memory and space hog to boot, but I really like seeing green-skinned brutes with machine guns, flamers, and axes going at it against everyone else on the battlefield.
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February 15th, 2006
12:40 pm - WHEEEEE~!
Starting Monday, I'll be working for a call center earning something to the tune of 16,100 Php minus taxes.
I'm so happy I could cry.
What this means is I've got to cobble an NBI clearance ASAP, something I should have done during the summer or when I turned 18. I also need TIN and SSS pronto. I also need to have a medical exam, already paid by the Company, on or before Sunday. As in the coming Sunday. Gah~
And still, I've yet to put a background on my droll, whitewash journal. I'm not a big fan of Japanese aesthetics, where white with a smidgen of black is the elite expression of artistry.
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February 10th, 2006
08:51 pm - Happiness~
My baby is finally done with her playwriting final presentation. It was a blast! Definitely not your everyday servbot-mistress-boyfriend love triangle. A professor even pulled in his acting class to watch it, and they were totally blown away. I've seen it all during rehearsals, and I know it's good.
Now, I reveal my deep, dark secret - I'm a wannabe parody/satire fanfiction writer. This is the first I've written, and here is what I'm trying to cap off at thirteen episodes. Man, is it just me or are colony drops really, really old hat?
The Super Robot Wars franchise is the best way to mess up with stories of mind-fuck viewer-screw series and still have fun in the process. The games themselves are satisfying, allowing you to flip off the likes of Athrun Zala with a well-timed Breast Fire, or to totally mess up the Boazan empire's day with the ARX-7 Arbalest and Shuffle Union. At latest count, the Instrumentality event in Evangelion was stopped by a combined effort of four generations of Gundam pilots paving the way for huge-ass, kick-arse Saturday morning heroes.
Workwise, I've been scheduled for a screening exam next week. I hope I've familiarized myself with the Makati are by then.
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