This just came in for me…

I always ask people to buy me these whenever they go to Scandinavia.  Now it costs 25 Swedish Krones or 175Php a pop.  Mahalia jackson!!!  Oh well, I  can’t say that it’s not worth it. 

Yipee!!!

Two more on Monday, I hope…

For Christmas, this is what I want to buy for myself.

 

I want!!!

This is the Jack Spade Nylon Canvas Bale Case, in chocolate with bright red lining.  I checked the local Jack Spade store and it costs 7000+ Php. 

I call on the goddess of discounts, hummmmmm… I’ve been a good boy…  I hope Santa’s listening… Santa!  Santa Santita! Hahahaha
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Update Oct 30 2007, 6:30AM: Mordechai Rubenstein a.k.a. Mister Mort, the famous publicist for Jack Spade, just commented on this entry.  I’m so happy huhuhu!  (insert tears of joy here)

They say that the wise man learns from his mistakes…

That’s all good, but…

I think the REAL wise man learns from other people’s mistakes.

I have a point there, don’t you think?

I heard my jaw drop when Jimmy told me that they saw a Sanuk store in Glorietta.  So before my meetings, I made it a point to visit the first Sanuk store in the world.  I’m not kidding, it is the first.

 

I bought the pair of tan slip-ons.  I’ve been wanting them for so long that I wore them right away, walking out of the store with my older Sanuks I came in with in tow.  This is perfect for me because Sanuks are very comfortable.  I know, Havs may be more affordable and just as comfy… but my toes are NOT for public viewing.

I also bought the Springfield sneakers that I’ve been wanting.  I had to go to two branches to get my size.  At 45% off… very affordable… even if I may not be able to wear it until next year because of the color.  I’d have to ask my aunt if it’s OK.

I just love productive Sundays…

I bought this software online today, and I’m so addicted to it, like super addicted! It’s the Salling Clicker for Windows.  Salling Clicker is the award-winning remote control software. It lets you control popular applications from a mobile phone or handheld computer through a user interface similar to a portable media player.

• Control PowerPoint, iTunes, Windows Media Player, and more with your mobile device.
• Works with all major Bluetooth stacks (no configuration required).
• Amazingly easy-to-use WiFi connectivity for long-range control.
• Works with over 300 devices.

I can control my computer, especially my iTunes, and change the music from anywhere around the house.  It’s better than remote because it uses WiFi (and Bluetooth).  I use my cellphone to access my computer from anywhere.  Di ba ang cool?!

This is not an advertisement ha, I heard about it at the office and decided to try it out as soon as I came home.  I bought the serial ten minutes after trying it. 

“I always wanted a happy ending… Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.”
-Gilda Radner

I always say that uncertainty is one of my least liked feelings.  But sometimes, when in the middle of that murky cloud, a ray of clarity breaks through.  Then I see, in that one moment, that uncertainty also means possibilities… countless possibilities…

For someone who has decided to stay in the Philippines, with conviction no less, I get a lot of job offers from abroad.  Offers that I don’t even ask for.  It’s days like these that I have to admit that I have one those career experience that people dream of.  I never fell in line for a job.  It would always be a circumstance where a VP or such would set a meeting with me to offer the job, or a permutation thereof.

‘Tis the season for job hunting, do you know that?  The fourth quarter of the year, that’s the peak time when companies face high levels of attrition, hence, the need for new people by the beginning of the new year. You can just imagine, week by week, I get a call or message from a very persuasive (and annoyingly perky) recruiter.  Sometimes, especially in my low days, I would wonder if it’s a sign that I should be off to my new adventure.  So in low days such as the last three days, you can’t blame me if I sent in my CV, finally.

It’s for a Hongkong-based client offering up to a hundred thousand dollars in annuall income, supposedly.  I don’t know, people always admire me for saying that I want to make the good life possible here in the Philippines.  But when you’re faced with golden(?) opportunities on a weekly basis, you start to think if the universe is trying to tell you something.

Maybe, if this works out, we can call it a gigantic dodge… a dodge from the imminent heartache (again!) that I’ve unintentionally set myself up for.Â

Just when I thought I was safe,
You found me in my hiding place,
Id promised never again
I wouldnt give my heart, but then
Closer, closer I moved near you
The way I want you makes me fear you

Love breaks and love divides
Love laughs and love can make you cry
I cant believe the ways
That love can give
And love can take away

I find it hard to explain
It’s crazy, but its happening
And Im falling again
Much further than Ive ever been
Im falling deeper than the ocean
I am lost in this emotion

-Love Gives Love Takes by The Corrs

The song above pretty much sums it all up.  I felt my heart slip into another mistake last night, and I just muttered, “God, not again!”

Do you find me repulsive?  Am I too much in your face?  Am I too friendly, annoyingly friendly?  Am I trustworthy to you?

These are but a few questions that I want to ask each person I’ve come across with.  I am pliant enough to adjust that, if need be.

On the other hand, it’s not like I need friends to clamour for the ones who don’t like me.  I may be a social being, but I am also formidable and independent.  I have threaded some of the lowest points in my life without the presence of a single friend. 

Friendships, like clothes, are best chosen for their quality, not quantity.

It’s always great to see friends again.  We had a chance to have dinner at Greenbelt3.

I especially missed Vani and AJ.  Haaay… I hope we can spend more time together. 

Vani was the only person I called when my sister died.  It got disconnected because my batteries ran out, and she had to fly to the U.S. that day.  That’s when I decided that I had to, yet again, deal with the dire situation alone. 

I can only wish them the very best!!!

When this happened, I got worried for my friends.

I was on the phone almost all afternoon.  First checked out Dave and Cholo, then Jimmy and Vic, then Vani and my other Accenture friends. 

Cholo answered my call and said they were far from the site of the incident.

Jimmy replied that they were in Masas for the buffet, kainggit.

Vani texted back and said, “So far, everyone’s OK.”

What a relief to hear that…  Even if she couldn’t have been completely sure.

I just realized today that to finally attract that feeling of forgiveness, maybe I should do the act first… outwardly.  If I bury the hatchet verbally, then maybe the concept will permeate into my own being.

By the law of attraction, I trust that I will acquire it soon enough.

A seed needs to break ground inorder to flourish, after all.

I saw this at chuvaness’ site today.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! (faint)  Thuddd! Kraaash!!!

The Secret says that when you focus on something, by the Law of Attraction, you will acquire it.  In this case, I focused on abundance…

 

Abundance in friendships, among other things, that’s what I’m thankful for.

As I made my way to Global City just an hour ago, I rode one of those crazy cab drivers that litter the Metro.  For some reason, my sense of safety was out of whack then.  Perhaps it was because I failed to do meditation, coming home at 10 o’clock in the morning from an all-nighter drinking session.  Anyway, as he sped his way and almost killing us numerous times (in my perspective), a thought flashed before me:  “What if this is IT?”

What if right then, fate would swoop down and take me from this earth?  Would people wonder what I was thinking about then?  What would they put on my epitaph?  Would I even have an inscription on my final resting place?  What words would I want to be placed on it anyway? 

If I were to leave this material plane right now, I hope that the people who survived me would write there: 

Here lies J. A. Suarez, who lived as fiercely as he loved.

Or something like that.

I know, it’s kind of morbid to think about it.  But when you’ve lost so many significant people as I have, death is not something to be afraid of.  It’s inevitability, because nothing in the world could be more constant.

This song, Katharine Mcphee’s Over It, is a good one.  In one of my conversations with my new friend Chris, I mentioned it.  Chris, ever the honest-to-goodness bloke that he is, told me flat out, “Angelo, hindi mo pa kaya” (Loosely translated in context: “Angelo, you don’t have the heart to sing it yet”).  After getting her album and downloading it into my Ipod, I tried to sing along to the lyrics.

He’s right.  It felt like my future self travelled back in time to tell me how I’m going to feel. 

 

Over It

I’m over your lies,
and I’m over your games.
I’m over you asking me,
when you know I’m not okay.
You call me at night,
and I pick up the phone.
And though you’ve been telling me,
I know you’re not alone.
oh..

That’s why
(your eyes)
I’m over it
(your smile)
I’m over it
(realize)
I’m over it
I’m over it
I’m over..

Wanting you,
to be wanting me.
No that ain’t no way to be.
How I feel, read my lips,
because I’m so over..
Moving on, it’s my time,
you never were a friend of mine.
Hurt at first, a little bit,
but now I’m so over.
I’m so over it..

I’m over your hands,
and I’m over your mouth.
Trying to drag me down,
and fill me with self-doubt.
oh..

That’s why,
(your words)
I’m over it
(so sure)
I’m over it
(I’m not your girl)
I’m over it

I’m over it
I’m over…

Wanting you,
to be wanting me.
No that ain’t no way to be.
How I feel, read my lips,
because I’m so over..
Moving on, it’s my time,
you never were a friend of mine.
Hurt at first, a little bit,
but now I’m so over.
I’m so over it..

Don’t call,
don’t come by,
ain’t no use,
don’t ask me why,
you’ll never change,
there’ll be no more crying in the rain.

Wanting you,
to be wanting me.
No that ain’t no way to be.
How I feel, read my lips,
because I’m so over..
Moving on, it’s my time,
you never were a friend of mine.
Hurt at first, a little bit,
but now I’m so over.
I’m so over it..

I’m so over it….
I’m over it….

Well, I hope he is just a few days into the future.