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I watched Voltes Five, Daimos and friends fight their way to stardom. And I longed to see them in action…
And that, my dear friends, is Rx78Gundam… though not in action… but in person! As in life size… giant one! I am not a fan of Gundam… and others I think. I was before (as in way way way back) but dear lawd.. this is one of them! The robots I worshiped when I was a kid.
My friend accidentally forwarded me that link. And I couldn’t believe that they would actually spend time, effort and money (blood sweat and tears) to build such… And they really did a great job, maybe fulfilling the dream of some kid in school who memorized the beginning and end songs of Voltes 5. This would definitely grab the spotlight from Optimus Prime, Bumblebee and the rest of the gang.
The photographer who took that is right, it could probably count as a wonder of the modern world.
I’ve gotta see that in person. I just have to!
Category: Seen and Scene
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Monday sickness sucks.
I could have called in sick but that’s not how it works as everybody in the biz knows. There are far better alternatives on curing this kind of sucky sickness. When I woke up I was welcomed by the summer bright and sunny sunshine. But it’s Monday so it didn’t feel so bright and sunny. I had to force myself to wake up and drag my ass to the shower, while murmuring repetitively: I am a morning person.. I am a morning person.. (which we all know is a lie, just my way of fighting the snoozes).
That’s one alternative I guess, just wake up, shower, throw the “sickness” mentality away, and still go to the office with the thought that I can just extend my dreaming in the office… except that I had to do that wide awake.
Mondays have this tendency to become the sick day of all days. Ironically I had always rested (as in sleeping the whole day) on Sundays, for obvious reasons… 
That’s a whole day of sleeping and should be enough to cover for the lost sleep and energy and sanity… Mondays shouldn’t be spared. And I don’t want to waste my leaves for those stupid reasons. I’m a grown up now.
However, it seems that my productivity on Mondays has always been compromised. Have you ever felt that feeling, you just stare in the monitor and pretend that you’re working? It’s not that I do that all the time but hell yeah, it’s unavoidable!
Probably coz the weekend hypes are just so good. Or maybe it’s just me, enjoying all sorts of life’s pleasures too much. And since I sleep on Sundays, Mondays became my some-kinda-reflection day where I would think about how good the weekend went (or how terrible I had become)… I know, we are not supposed to think about parties too much, and yeah it sounds amateur-ish. But well, my brains are imperfectly working that way. Too much of uncontainable thoughts… I didn’t do anything naughty this time. It’s just that my mind has always been like that – overprocessing, even those mundane, nonsense stuffs.
This is not a reason for the workforce to panic because I am still trying v.e.r.y. h.a.r.d. to concentrate. Though a little distracted, I am still doing my job. And I am still so damn good at it (too much for the motivation 
)…
Well I hope I’m not the only one experiencing this. I know it’s bad to wish for other people to get the Monday sickness. Sorry, I’m an evil person 
Category: Oh Boy(s)!, Tokyo Drift, Unleash the Party Animal
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Megan Fox + Robots + Cleavage + Robots + Bounce..
You’ve gotta see this if you want to see more of those… Then hate this tan freckled face for the rest of your life.
This is the scene I hated her the most.
I know deep in my heart I’m still straight. That is why I super duper hate her. How could you have it all? This is so unfair 
This is not a review. I’m sure you can notice. But seriously, this movie is worth your money. I just loved it.
Category: Movies are Goodies
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This is the mushy birthday post.
I was not true to my word. I didn’t go to the office yesterday. I really had plans though, to go to work (I wrote that mandatory birthday entry at 1 in the morning). But when I woke up, it was raining and it was really nice to extend the sleeping time (while realizing that it’s already my birthday morning). We have an option to go to work or not anyway, after all we’re entitled to a birthday leave. So while snoozing my alarms for, like, how many times, 4-5 times… I gave up, texted my boss and took a leave. Then went back to dreamland.
When I was a kid, birthdays are supposed to equate parties, whether with clowns or not (clowns are still existing for grown-up parties though). And I could remember that I was way way excited before, either for a new barbie doll or the party at home where I was THE star. I’m a rockstar in my party and the guests are supposed to worship me. Haha even when I was a kid I already got that starship complex (whatever). In high school, my birthday = manila day, and there’d always be no classes so there would still be a sort of party at home. Then at the university, my organization shares the same birthday with me, so there would always be parties, again. Those would probably be parts of the long story about the reason why I love to party so much.
But as we grow old (or at least me, growing a year older), all that mattered was the people who remembered. Today I spent my birthday alone, just in the solitude of my room eating chocolate cakes and overdosing my stomach with junk. Sad as it may sound, however the internet has truly gone a long way, making me feel that I’m not a loner twenty sixer. Instead, I was overwhelmed with the thought that a lot of people still remember me, and well, love me With my mom starting it all at 5 in the morning, then a whole lot of friends… coming from the different sides of my lifelong existence – from elementary, highschool classmates, orgmates, schoolmates, NFFs, colleagues, bestfriends…
I appreciated so much these “Happy Birthday” greetings… these few seconds of typing “Happy Birthday” and a click of send, whether in mobile, email, friendster, multiply, facebook, this blog… whatever online means across the miles, from the other side of the city, wherever… that’s effort baby! Once a year is once a year. So now I understand why greeting a person on his/her birthday means a lot.
I really did allot some time to send my personalized thank yous to these people. But I feel it’s not enough so I’ll mention you again…
mommy, jappy, ajie, kuya, donna, vernie, kuya chichi, rueth, rica, kel, jun, jenn, apol, jan, me an, roynel, lheng, mheda, rei paolo, joseph, liezl, char, aries, glenn, lyelle, bok, abi, elen, rj, sheila, anna, mapet, michelle, karlene, cars, tan, raech, sol, alex, mel, rj p, sylvie, renee, sheryl, maui, sheki, marvin, vanessa, gideon, mikee, riasa, nadia, cham, carlo, tsuchiya-san, seb, ate summer,
Thank you for the warmest welcome! 
:mwah:
… but wait! There’s more! How about this, a box of goodies from Mommy!!
My secret goodies. Weeee!
Category: Birthday Post
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26 years of fabulous existence.
Category: Birthday Post, Unleash the Party Animal
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The phone rang. And being the silly corporate servant-Japanese-speaking-poser/wannabe, who happens to be near the phone, I had to answer it (my bosses were out again so nobody to save me).
Ok, the nerves are back again, the cold sweat flowed:
Joane: <usual opening line>
Caller: <usual opening line>
After a few hais.. I got nervous again and told the usual,
Joane: “dare to hanashitai desuka?” (who do you want to talk to?)
My face lightened up because I heard a name whom I knew and apparently found out that the call is coming from the Philippines, but the caller speaks in Japanese. The caller happens to be one of the Japanese sales bosses in the Philippine office.
Alright, yes! Now I was not nervous! I immediately introduced myself and hopefully he knew me.
The boss knew me! I told him the usual excuse, “Nihongo ga chotto wakaranai”… Then expected that he would talk to me in English… And then I said “<supervisor> ga inai desu kedo.. ima kamata ga iru.” (supervisor not here, in kamata office).
We had a few minutes of conversation… without me realizing that I am talking to the big boss in Japanese! I used to be nervous everytime I answer the phone because I’m kinda afraid of the callers… I might get mental blocks, or got hit with a chair… But with this one, I managed. I could remember that this boss is dubbed as the Richard Gere in the Philippine office.
I looked at my table mirror and super smiled. What a great way to brighten up my day. So that’s just it. I could manage a normal Japanese telephone conversation without being sweaty all over…
All I needed to do is relax…
Category: Lost in Translation, Tokyo Drift
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So it is. Now I’m very busy.
Been attending Nihongo classes thrice a week, sometimes I had to skip because I just got tired biking back and forth in the rain. And well, there’s Grey’s Anatomy when I get home. I’m done with Season 2… I’m so addict.
It might have been days since I last wrote an entry again but I’ve been writing almost everyday. One thing I learned from my juvenile years (the first quarter), is that I need to keep a certain level of secrecy from everyone. In the future I’ll appreciate that it’s important too, to keep a secret. Especially now, my readers are increasing in number. Not saying I’m popular already but my friends aren’t the only ones dropping by.
So I keep those writings to myself, or just keep them in my secret stash somewhere out there.
And.. I’m feeling it now, the pre-birthday jitters.
Category: Oh Boy(s)!
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Presenting my faaabulous college roomie on Us Girls. He’s probably enjoying his wonderlust of fame now..
I couldn’t help but post it here, so one day when he becomes more famous, and his designs become the must-haves of the rich and the famous, or if he forgets me, this will stand proof of my friendship with him.
… so I’ll get special discounts, or hand-me-downs at least!
I giggled when I saw this from Rica’s status link.
Congrats George, so proud! Keep on making people fabulous! mwaah!
Now I’m so inspired to send magazines
Category: F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
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Happened to pass by a store selling cute toilet papers. When we ran out of toilet papers one day, I took the liberty of buying our monthly supply. So here they are.
Category: Seen and Scene
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he said, she said, i said