The Bloomfields' Wala Nang Iba Music Video

I have got to hand it to these guys! Love the music, love the video! Wincy, my man, job well done!

Although the video reminds people of the Beatles when they performed at the Ed Sullivan show (tho there were no comments after their names like "sorry girls, he's taken..."), all one has to do is close one's eyes and you would hear the Beach Boys singing.

I just hope that these dudes won't allow themselves to be seen as Beatles or Beach Boys copycats. Their song and music video are really cute but I hope that they could still produce songs and sounds that people would easily identify as The Bloomfields'.

Hmmm... haven't you noticed that the bands mentioned all start with the letter "B"?

Coincidence perhaps?

Time Management

It seems to me that I should seriously beef up my self-discipline and actually apply what I have learned when it comes to time management.

All it takes is political will.

Enough of relying on plain winging out on things.

Dang.

Talking with Dad

It's always fun talking with Dad... when he is in a good listening mood. It's all the more fun when we talk about "men stuff."

The nice thing I like about my Dad is that I don't have much qualms relating to him my problems and anxieties, as well as the things that have been happening of late... even the intimate ones.

Mind, it was never like kiss and tell. If there is anyone I would want to relate whatever has been happening to me, that would be my Dad and my brother Allen.

With Dad, it isn't like those "Boy Talks" when friends talk about stuff with the intention to impress - or at least won't get behind of what the rest of the posse has been getting. On top of that, I don't have any fear of being judged by some self-righteous moral compass. I can be myself and Dad knows pretty well that I don't tell him things just to impress him or show off.

Of course, Dad is quite concerned of what's happening in my life. He is quite concerned about my future. He reminded me one day that I should be sure that the woman I'm spending the rest of my life should always be there for me till the end of days. Obviously, he has gotten a good catch --- my Mom is always my yardstick when it comes to the kind of women I would have wanted to have till the end.

My parents are so lucky to have each other. Through all their trials and tribulations, it makes no wonder why these two would be there for each other --- forever.

Finally, the template I have always wanted!

Yes! I finally got the template that fits me perfectly. I tried a couple of times to make it work and finally I got to fix the glitches as I found the right website.

Anyway...

Today was a loooong day at work. Funny how things seem not to get done despite the time allotted to you. Meetings, meetings, and more meetings... the problem now is how to get things done and have all our action plans consumated.

I had an interesting chat with this friend of mine as we were on our way to meet our other co-workers for our regular weekly badminton night. We were talking about his latest moves concerning this newbie co-worker.

As always, I have told him that such things are bad news considering his failed relationship with a co-worker not so long ago.

Some people just never learn.

If this plan of his comes into fruition and the girl finally becomes his... people will definitely be watching him. And if that relationship doesn't work --- man, his rep really goes down the drain and he would be seen as a pariah of sort --- especially for female noobs.

Totally unprepared.

It's really something when the past haunts you and you're still unprepared to deal with it.

Damn.

I just hate it when I'm not in control of things. I just hate it when I don't have any choices...

... actually, I do have choices... they're just, well... bad ones. More like out of the frying pan and into the freaking fire.

I always end up just reminiscing the good old days, and make it makes me wonder how life would be like if I just let it go back in '99. Would life be rosier? If anything, the presence of just this one person (B) whom I love to bits makes my sufferings --- both ambivalence and otherwise --- worthwhile.

I told Mom one day that I regretted what I did and it's only this person (B) that made me wish that somehow something good still came up. She scolded me. Boy, was I surprised! As much as Mom adores this person (B), she would have wished that my choices in life would have been better... even if it means that this person (B) will never be a part of our lives.

So sad. Damn. Tragic definitely, if I had the power to turn back the hands of time and I opted to leave this other person (A) but that would mean person B wouldn't be with us...

... I just can't have my cake and eat it too.

Giving blogging a (-nother) try...

Funny how most first-time posts of blog virgins would start their "blogging career." If you haven't figured that one out... then check a number of blogs and see what I mean. Hehehe...

Frankly, I wouldn't care any less if my first entry with be similar as those of the others. I actually started a blog of my own a few months back but somehow I have totally forgotten its name--- even that of my name-handle.

It just goes to show how ambivalent I am into this thing about blogging.

I guess there is this fear of expressing myself- no holds barred - and then for some reason, get busted by somehow who actually knows you.

Hmmm... I'm actually at work as I type this. I got project proposals to do, not to mention training designs and power point presentations as well as starting off documentation for my school's CIS accreditation thingy...

For fear of getting busted by people who shouldn't know. I will just leave it hanging when it comes to certain proper names.

Okay, enough of slacking, I have to get back to work.