Few Words that Make Sense

In an IM conversation:

I said something like: “I want glory, I’ll do what it takes. I’ll stay in the office for as long as it takes.”

Lian said something like: “Glory nga, wala ka namang life. Di mo ba nabasa ang blog ni JunJun?” 

It makes perfect sense. (Thanks, Lian!!!)

So I went home earlier than usual yesterday. I even had time to see Starsky and Hutch again. I love this movie. One of the funniest ever! I remember that I couldn’t stop laughing even though an hour passed after the movie ended.

Turns out that I think I’m a lot like Starsky in some ways, tight ass, by-the-book, hard working, good cop, naning (bisaya for trying hard), etc.. Nothing wrong with that, really. It’s just that, living like that doesn’t seem like so much fun.

Hutch, on the other hand, was more of the easy going type. He was relaxed, friendly, fun, and appeared less stressful. I want to be more of a Hutch sometimes. Hehehe.

I’m also looking to start a new hobby. Who knows what it’s gonna be? Hopefully, it won’t be DOTA or Metal Gear Solid. Nothing wrong with those, but I’d like to try something new.  Well, that’s it for now.

It’s funny what a few words that make sense can do to you.

I need some distraction, Oh beautiful release

Been working non-stop. Lately, it’s unusual for me not to be working on weekends. It’s not that we’re required to, but I have goals and I want to achieve them. It’s been really, really wearing me down. 

Then I heard this song. It’s really, really comforting. Not just her voice, but check out the lyrics.

Angel by Sarah McLachlan

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

I guess that’s why I’m now a big Sarah McLachlan fan. Check out the text under the blog main pic.
That’s it for now. Basketball in less than an hour. Gotta go.

Fat Kid

Who would think a kid like this could run, play a few games of basketball, and go wallclimbing in one morning?

I don’t think so too.. But then, that kid did just that last saturday morning.  He started out running, then on his way home, he joined a group of guys playing pickup street basketball. He went home, took a shower, and left for wall climbing. He even went to the office and worked in the office right after that.

I’m glad that anything is possible.

p.s.  what happened saturday might not be much for some people i know, but it meant a lot to this big kid

Tag! You’re it

Now tagging…

This is how it works:

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag three people.

In particular, the problem makes cascade save (discussed later in this chapter) useless for sets. We strongly discourage this solution (database identifier equality). A better way is to include all persistent properties of the persistent class, apart from anyy database identifier property, in the equals() comparison.

This is from the book “Hibernate In Action” by Christian Bauer and Gavin King

tag:

cami

pao

joyce 

On working hard and giving your best

Hopefully, this blog entry would explain why I “kill myself at work”

Don’t you feel like an underdog sometimes? Don’t you feel that if you had more money, a nice home close to work, a car and a driver, or a maid to do stuff for you, then you could’ve been already earning double what you currently earn? Don’t you think that without some of these daily difficulties, you could’ve done more?

I’ve always tried to give my best in things I do. I really don’t feel like I can get by with just giving an
average effort. I feel that others are born with better brains, better talents, better looks, and better-off families.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy with what I have right now. I feel that I’ve been lucky all my life. I have a great family, a loving girlfriend, great friends here and at home, a good education, a good job, plus, I’ve been to another country. In short, I’ve got everything that really really matters in life. That’s more than what some people have.  But then, I still feel that other people are luckier than me. I still feel that there’s still a lot more out there. In response to this, I try to offset these percieved deficiencies through a ton of effort.

I feel a mix of love and hate whenever people underestimate me. I hate the way people look down on me saying, “oh this guy is too short to play basketball”, or “sorry, you only have two years work experience”. I hate that but at the same time, I love it because it challenges me, it motivates me to creep up behind them and whip their backsides. WHAPPPPPPACK!!!

You’ve probably heard all the success stories like how former Supreme Court Chief Justice Hilario Davide used to study under a street light. How business tycoon John Gokongwei used to peddle candles on the streets, how Ben Wallace won 4 DPY’s after going undrafted, the list goes on. Even the man who owns the company I work for right now used to be a telephone technician.

These people were underdogs. These people had nothing but dreams.

As always, I also feel like an underdog. I feel that I need to put in at least two extra hours at work in order to match the output my peers produce. I want to be at least as good as they are right now, and if I could be better, then that would be a bonus. I want to be the next John Gokongwei. I don’t want my parents to be working anymore. I want to own my own white sand tropical island.  I want more.

It’s not that I feel I am better than these people around me, that’s just plain stupid arrogance. I’m even thankful to have them since they’ve already blazed a trail. All I have to do now is follow.

People have been telling me that I’m a workaholic. To me, it’s simple. I want to go all out in everything I do. Running, basketball, school, work, Cami, YFC, NBA Live, you name it. I hate the idea of ending the day knowing that I didn’t do everything I can, knowing that I could’ve done more. Nowadays, I only have my job and my friends with me. Cami is abroad, my family is in Cebu, PS2 is broken. Thus, all my time goes to my job and my friends.

So this is who I am now: A person with dreams who believes in hard work. A person who takes a blue-collar approach to a white-collar job and everything else.

Does this make any sense to you at all? Hope so.