On April 14, 2009 8:45 AM, I lost a friend that was dear to me.
It came as a shock to me because it was totally unexpected. The night before, we were enjoying a quiet evening together and by a mere rush of wind, he was faltering between consciousness and death. I tried many ways to stabilize his condition however, it only turned worse. By the light of the next day, I was expecting that he would be fine because we would go to the hospital to be checked. Unfortunately, the news came crashing down on us. The specialists for him have pulled out of the country. In fact, they have pulled out of Asia. Facing each other, we began to rationalize. Of course, there are many able replacements, more advanced; more capable but nothing…NOTHING can replace what he has given me. I was introduced to him in my freshman year and like all close relationships, this had a rocky beginning. We had a hard time agreeing on minor details, such as efficiency and organization but through months of spending together, we have a created a bond like no other. He was there during hard times. He was there on important occasions. He was even there through my relationships. He was always with me. And I can’t believe that it all comes to an end. As we stood there, we both smiled and hugged because we foresee (and hope), once the recession lifts, maybe there’d be a chance for a reunion and maybe even meet his family. But for now, even as this era has ended albeit abruptly, we need to move on. New buddy in tow, I trudge on. Knowing some day that we will be reunited. And we will be awesome yet again.
On April 14, My MotoRazrV2 has breathed its last breath because of the obvious flex malfunction (To those who aren’t familiar, the common problems regarding flip top phones is the mechanism between the screen and the phone. If the flex is malfunctioning, there would be no display on the screen.) And because of the fact that Motorola has already pulled out of Asia last December 15, 2008, there is no chance of fixing “him”. It would be pointless to buy another Razr phone again because IF it bites the dust as well, then no one can fix it. Hopefully, Motorola has announced that it would be back on 2010 so it will be a sweet reunion. Hehe. The Moto Razr has become a part of my identity that it would be weird for me to be not carrying one, hence the “emotional” storytelling. And that is all. Peace out.
-Chady
Apr 15, 2009
Apr 14, 2009
Meaning of Roses
Scanning through some old files, I happen to come across a topic on the significance of quantities and the shades of roses. Now, I know some of these concepts by heart, but I think it’s great to share this quirky insight amongst ourselves.hehe…
Color Denotations:
Red means Love
White signifies either Respect or Innocence. Usually this is the preferred color fathers give to their daughters.
Yellow means True Friends
Yellow with shades of Red denotes that there is a mutual understanding
Orange means Desire
Blue is the color for secret admiration
Quantities
1 Love
2 Mutual Understanding
3 I Love you
7 Infatuation
9 Together Forever
10 Perfect for each other
11 Treasured One
12 Be Mine
13 Best Friends Forever
15 Sorry
20 Sincere
21 Dedicated
108 Will you Marry Me?
That’s that. hehe. Peace out.
-Chady
Color Denotations:
Red means Love
White signifies either Respect or Innocence. Usually this is the preferred color fathers give to their daughters.
Yellow means True Friends
Yellow with shades of Red denotes that there is a mutual understanding
Orange means Desire
Blue is the color for secret admiration
Quantities
1 Love
2 Mutual Understanding
3 I Love you
7 Infatuation
9 Together Forever
10 Perfect for each other
11 Treasured One
12 Be Mine
13 Best Friends Forever
15 Sorry
20 Sincere
21 Dedicated
108 Will you Marry Me?
That’s that. hehe. Peace out.
-Chady
Apr 13, 2009
Rules with the RV Turbo (Chardys Car)
Person Reading
You may have (or is bound to, anyway) have taken a ride with my Suzuki RV Turbo aka my car. Now I’d like to set some ground rules that you need to watch out for and you need to take note of if you ever wish to ride in it again.
Although it’s not a high end car (hell, it’s not even a hybrid) but a car is a car. And cars are wonderful ways of traveling nowadays. Read on to maintain your right to ride. (It has feelings.)
Eating inside the car is not allowed (Unless you share, attacked by a vicious hunger or driver himself is eating)
Smoking is allowed as long as you open a window.
Barfing/Vomiting is ONLY allowed outside the car. Not inside.
Driver can be moderately touched/tickled/slapped/punched/pinched.
Anyone daring enough to ride in the back shall get a 20 peso cash prize everytime he/she survives the ordeal.
Fights, arguments and random games can break out anytime so be prepared.
Operating of windows and the sound system while car is still off is strictly not allowed. Wait for car to rev up before touching any electronics.
The total number of passengers will vary depending on the passengers themselves. FOUR Guys, FIVE Girls, a PAIR of guys and girls, FIVE Dudes (With one hiding in the back. hehe)
Shotgun passengers are followed in this order: Family-GF-GIBA(yes, in that order)-You If there is more than one passenger (or when GIBA is in disarray) Anyone who calls “Shotgun!” first gets to ride shotgun.
The owner of the sound system belongs to the driver and the one who holds the remote.
Using the car as a temporary hideout is allowed as long as you don’t do anything dirty/stupid.
The back passenger door needs to be pushed to be opened.
Car can be sometimes a locker for passengers bringing too many things.(provided that you get them back)
Doors are referred to as: Atubangan – Likod – Kinalikuran. In that order.
Main Lock is located at the front passenger side/Shotgun seat
Gas Lever is located below the Shotgun Side. Shotgun passenger must be prepared to pull the lever when in the event of refueling. (Clue: Its located below the Matting)
All passengers are required to act as the eyes corresponding to their side and must watch over them like hawks and answer to the Driver to whatever question he asks (Regarding traffic, of course, mind you…)
Driving the car yourself. (Only a handful of people are allowed to drive the RV Turbo).
So, that’s the basic rules you need to follow. Learn them by heart. Peace Out.
-Chady
You may have (or is bound to, anyway) have taken a ride with my Suzuki RV Turbo aka my car. Now I’d like to set some ground rules that you need to watch out for and you need to take note of if you ever wish to ride in it again.
Although it’s not a high end car (hell, it’s not even a hybrid) but a car is a car. And cars are wonderful ways of traveling nowadays. Read on to maintain your right to ride. (It has feelings.)
Eating inside the car is not allowed (Unless you share, attacked by a vicious hunger or driver himself is eating)
Smoking is allowed as long as you open a window.
Barfing/Vomiting is ONLY allowed outside the car. Not inside.
Driver can be moderately touched/tickled/slapped/punched/pinched.
Anyone daring enough to ride in the back shall get a 20 peso cash prize everytime he/she survives the ordeal.
Fights, arguments and random games can break out anytime so be prepared.
Operating of windows and the sound system while car is still off is strictly not allowed. Wait for car to rev up before touching any electronics.
The total number of passengers will vary depending on the passengers themselves. FOUR Guys, FIVE Girls, a PAIR of guys and girls, FIVE Dudes (With one hiding in the back. hehe)
Shotgun passengers are followed in this order: Family-GF-GIBA(yes, in that order)-You If there is more than one passenger (or when GIBA is in disarray) Anyone who calls “Shotgun!” first gets to ride shotgun.
The owner of the sound system belongs to the driver and the one who holds the remote.
Using the car as a temporary hideout is allowed as long as you don’t do anything dirty/stupid.
The back passenger door needs to be pushed to be opened.
Car can be sometimes a locker for passengers bringing too many things.(provided that you get them back)
Doors are referred to as: Atubangan – Likod – Kinalikuran. In that order.
Main Lock is located at the front passenger side/Shotgun seat
Gas Lever is located below the Shotgun Side. Shotgun passenger must be prepared to pull the lever when in the event of refueling. (Clue: Its located below the Matting)
All passengers are required to act as the eyes corresponding to their side and must watch over them like hawks and answer to the Driver to whatever question he asks (Regarding traffic, of course, mind you…)
Driving the car yourself. (Only a handful of people are allowed to drive the RV Turbo).
So, that’s the basic rules you need to follow. Learn them by heart. Peace Out.
-Chady
Apr 8, 2009
mind Your Manners People...
I’ve discovered YET another interesting “game”…
This came about when I hang around our neighborhood too much…
Alright, the story starts with the idea that during Holy Week, we should practice the “concept” of being good people. And you may ask what do good people have? If you say they give out money and/or people who don’t hurt you for no apparent reason, I’d have to agree but the answer really is good manners.
And here in the Philippines (Mostly the Tagalog Region anyway), respond with Po and Opo.
Now, the game begins during conversations, when one asks a question and the corresponding answer does not contain a hint of good manners.
Example:
Person 1:”Naa kay adtuon ron?
Person 2: O
That entitles Person 2 to a nasty punishment. A slap in the head or a flick of a finger is the usual default punishment. A pause does not warrant as an excuse because it is not polite to not answer a question.
The only way to counter this is to answer politely with po or opo but that would be boring, other counters include saying a sentence, repeating the question to buy you some time, asking other people to bait them as well and the outlandish maneuver of using another language.
Its fun baiting pre occupied, unaware and unprepared people. A simple conversation can go on for a lengthy duration just to avoid being punished.
I must have been punished a lot of times before I got the hang of it…so now, I’d like to victimize others now. Prepare your good manners Dissidians, or else…hehe. Peace out.
-Chady
This came about when I hang around our neighborhood too much…
Alright, the story starts with the idea that during Holy Week, we should practice the “concept” of being good people. And you may ask what do good people have? If you say they give out money and/or people who don’t hurt you for no apparent reason, I’d have to agree but the answer really is good manners.
And here in the Philippines (Mostly the Tagalog Region anyway), respond with Po and Opo.
Now, the game begins during conversations, when one asks a question and the corresponding answer does not contain a hint of good manners.
Example:
Person 1:”Naa kay adtuon ron?
Person 2: O
That entitles Person 2 to a nasty punishment. A slap in the head or a flick of a finger is the usual default punishment. A pause does not warrant as an excuse because it is not polite to not answer a question.
The only way to counter this is to answer politely with po or opo but that would be boring, other counters include saying a sentence, repeating the question to buy you some time, asking other people to bait them as well and the outlandish maneuver of using another language.
Its fun baiting pre occupied, unaware and unprepared people. A simple conversation can go on for a lengthy duration just to avoid being punished.
I must have been punished a lot of times before I got the hang of it…so now, I’d like to victimize others now. Prepare your good manners Dissidians, or else…hehe. Peace out.
-Chady
Apr 2, 2009
This Humor Of Mine.
“Why do you have such a great sense of humor?” is a question I’m usually asked by people nowadays. Mostly by girls. (“Why are you fat?” and “Why are you like that?” come in a close second and third, respectively) and I’ve always found the question bewildering, as if there is a secret place in our beloved Mother Earth were you could “secretly” go to and exponentially increase your sense of humor(and it’s called SensofHumorLand!) Thinking about it (which means NOT thinking about the real reason and thinking about more farfetched situations), I can see myself having an internal hard drive at the back of my brain (and some RAM, for compatibility sake) and I update it every 2 o’clock in the early morning, Matrix-style. Or when I go book-hunting for a certain book in a old book pile up at the local book sale(Oh look, I just used ‘book’ a bajillion times…I’m awesome..hehe) and coming across an old yet elegantly designed book. As I wipe away the dust the front cover has the title embossed in huge, gold lettering: SEVEN HABITS YOU SHOULD DO TO INCREASE YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR AND RULE THE WORLD
As much as I would like my answers to be like that (By the way, I’m still searching for a copy of the said book above), it doesn’t even come close. In fact, you know what I answer to that question? ” I have no freakin clue, man.” I will, however, share to you my theories.
First off, I have a very funny family. And not only do I mean the Value meal, I mean the Combo Bucket Meal with the Add-ons and Tumbler Set. (And yes, I love KFC.) My father is usually serious and stoic at times, but I’ve come to know him as one of the best storytellers I’ve ever known. And God bless him, he never runs out of stories. Oh, I would also like to mention ‘Lyric Improvisation’ and ’Pointing out the Obvious” as my father rules at these categories. My sister, on the other hand, has a unique brand of humor, wherein a lingering trait (usually negative) of a person is taken out, specified…and shoved upon the said person’s face. and I’d rather not discuss it further as it may destroy gravity itself( I can’t live floating around, man) My ‘Madara’ has 9 siblings, automatically making them Akatsuki (hence the name) and when you’ve met my mother and know her well enough, you can see that she can be very…creative at times. (With a colorful vocabulary to match.) Now, imagine that power…shared between all of them…with varying lines of specialty…and to be exposed to all of them. Not to mention, the offspring of the said siblings aka the cousins and the whatnots. It’s intoxicating. Yet to get a share of their prowess, is a wonderful gift (and curse.) Speaking of exposure, we get to move to the second reason as they are somewhat related. (I used ‘somewhat’ coz I’m not sure. And ‘somewhat’ sounds cool.)
Second, I hang out in one of the most..Hmm, what’s the word..Let’s use ‘vibrant’ street of Bohol, Katipunan Street. With a proud (notorious) record and a collection of highly quintessential individuals, who host and get involved in dozens of character-building workshops and activities, I cannot explain the mystery (Mystery Gani…) that surrounds this place, you have to come here to experience the magic.(Clearly, Disneyland stole that tagline from Katipunan.) To get the full Katipunan Experience, try coming by at summer, and hang out at nights. Trust me, it will change your life.
Third, I’ve watched too many funny TV sitcoms. Oh, wait. Let me change that. I’ve watched TOO MANY funny TV sitcoms. And honestly? I think this is the main reason. (And all my friends and family say so as well) and I have no plans of stopping, as well. They give me joy. They give me ideas. Most of all, they entertain me. So why change something that’s so good already? (Danny Masterson, Zach Braff, Neil Patrick Harris, Tina Fey…you rule!!!)
Fourth, not only my family is funny, but the friends I hang out with are funny as well (Especially inner circle friends. You know who you are.) There is no day that passes where I don’t get a laugh from any of my friends. The company I keep has plenty of material.
Fifth, Somehow, I find myself having too much time in my hands ( I am that efficient. Or lazy.) Thus more chill sessions. This, in turn, makes me overthink and more observant than the average human being should be. During these moments, an idea begins to take shape. Now, ideas appear rather spontaneously and good ideas usually come from lame ones, and vice versa.
Now, I admit my sense of humor is unique. Even I am surprised by its range and capability. And I realize, it’s not always understandable. I mean, I know what I wanted it to mean – I just had to face the fact that I can’t translate it directly at times. Hell, sometimes its downright offensive. As for the people who absolutely hate my sense of humor (or me, for that matter) I have but one thing to say:
NeNNerNenernenehnehBleeh!!
A graphical representation:
Nevertheless, I thought it was interesting to write a whole article of how my sense of humor came to be. Honestly though, I just found some chill time (yet again) during my shift and rather than doodle miscellaneous doodles to pass the time, I made this entry. Peace out.
-Chady
As much as I would like my answers to be like that (By the way, I’m still searching for a copy of the said book above), it doesn’t even come close. In fact, you know what I answer to that question? ” I have no freakin clue, man.” I will, however, share to you my theories.
First off, I have a very funny family. And not only do I mean the Value meal, I mean the Combo Bucket Meal with the Add-ons and Tumbler Set. (And yes, I love KFC.) My father is usually serious and stoic at times, but I’ve come to know him as one of the best storytellers I’ve ever known. And God bless him, he never runs out of stories. Oh, I would also like to mention ‘Lyric Improvisation’ and ’Pointing out the Obvious” as my father rules at these categories. My sister, on the other hand, has a unique brand of humor, wherein a lingering trait (usually negative) of a person is taken out, specified…and shoved upon the said person’s face. and I’d rather not discuss it further as it may destroy gravity itself( I can’t live floating around, man) My ‘Madara’ has 9 siblings, automatically making them Akatsuki (hence the name) and when you’ve met my mother and know her well enough, you can see that she can be very…creative at times. (With a colorful vocabulary to match.) Now, imagine that power…shared between all of them…with varying lines of specialty…and to be exposed to all of them. Not to mention, the offspring of the said siblings aka the cousins and the whatnots. It’s intoxicating. Yet to get a share of their prowess, is a wonderful gift (and curse.) Speaking of exposure, we get to move to the second reason as they are somewhat related. (I used ‘somewhat’ coz I’m not sure. And ‘somewhat’ sounds cool.)
Second, I hang out in one of the most..Hmm, what’s the word..Let’s use ‘vibrant’ street of Bohol, Katipunan Street. With a proud (notorious) record and a collection of highly quintessential individuals, who host and get involved in dozens of character-building workshops and activities, I cannot explain the mystery (Mystery Gani…) that surrounds this place, you have to come here to experience the magic.(Clearly, Disneyland stole that tagline from Katipunan.) To get the full Katipunan Experience, try coming by at summer, and hang out at nights. Trust me, it will change your life.
Third, I’ve watched too many funny TV sitcoms. Oh, wait. Let me change that. I’ve watched TOO MANY funny TV sitcoms. And honestly? I think this is the main reason. (And all my friends and family say so as well) and I have no plans of stopping, as well. They give me joy. They give me ideas. Most of all, they entertain me. So why change something that’s so good already? (Danny Masterson, Zach Braff, Neil Patrick Harris, Tina Fey…you rule!!!)
Fourth, not only my family is funny, but the friends I hang out with are funny as well (Especially inner circle friends. You know who you are.) There is no day that passes where I don’t get a laugh from any of my friends. The company I keep has plenty of material.
Fifth, Somehow, I find myself having too much time in my hands ( I am that efficient. Or lazy.) Thus more chill sessions. This, in turn, makes me overthink and more observant than the average human being should be. During these moments, an idea begins to take shape. Now, ideas appear rather spontaneously and good ideas usually come from lame ones, and vice versa.
Now, I admit my sense of humor is unique. Even I am surprised by its range and capability. And I realize, it’s not always understandable. I mean, I know what I wanted it to mean – I just had to face the fact that I can’t translate it directly at times. Hell, sometimes its downright offensive. As for the people who absolutely hate my sense of humor (or me, for that matter) I have but one thing to say:
NeNNerNenernenehnehBleeh!!
A graphical representation:
-Chady
Go Figure...
Okay, this is a new when I feel like it segment that I would like to call “Go Figure.” The idea is that when I hang around people, I usually hear personal problems and issues that are discussed and sometimes, need further discussion. I, being the dude with nothing to do, would post these problems (with permission from the said person with problem) here (with confidentiality, of course) and concerned readers can give and/or share their opinion to me. These opinions then I would gladly relay to the person concerned. Remember, these entries are real and need your opinion!
Here is today’s entry:
Figure This Out:
Ex-Guy talks to Ex-Girl. Ex-Guy jokes that he should take some of the gifts of Ex-Girl for his own motives (depends on what he takes).Ex-Girl gets offended and argues with Ex-Guy. Ex-Guy explains that it was only a joke and states that it is Ex-Girls fault why she couldn’t take a joke. Ex-Girl feels insulted. The Exes have never been in contact ever since.
There you have it. Peace Out.
-Chady
Here is today’s entry:
Figure This Out:
Ex-Guy talks to Ex-Girl. Ex-Guy jokes that he should take some of the gifts of Ex-Girl for his own motives (depends on what he takes).Ex-Girl gets offended and argues with Ex-Guy. Ex-Guy explains that it was only a joke and states that it is Ex-Girls fault why she couldn’t take a joke. Ex-Girl feels insulted. The Exes have never been in contact ever since.
There you have it. Peace Out.
-Chady
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