Thursday, August 31, 2006


As I write, it's 11:02 pm and the night just started to roll around. I'm in a posh inn in New Jersey (I really don't know why anyone would wanna bash a state with Hampton Inn) and they have free cool is that?

Anyway I digress. Before I put my award winning piece about New York, a disclaimer: to any native New Yorker who gets to read this, rest assured that I have nothing against your fair city. In fact, it's become one of my most favorite cities in the world. I saw New York through a foreigner's eyes, and any comment I say should be taken with do they say it...a grain of salt?

Disclaimer over. Let's rumble!

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New York. The city that absolutely never sleeps. And the fact that it's 7am and there were a gazillion people on the streets only hinted at what was in store for me and my family as we stopped and gawked in slack-jawed wonder at the city that was New York.

After a brief but embarrasing altercation with one of New York's/New Jersey's bus drivers (in fairness to us, we didn't know the fairness to him, ignorance is no excuse), we got off at the very busy bus station and didn't know where to look.

Our first stop was Empire State Building...the (apparently) seventh tallest building in the world and the unofficial city landmark. Fortunately for us I printed out a map of the vicinity the night before (thank you Yahoo! Thank you Hampton!) Unfortunately for us the weather was less than cooperative and a trip to the observation deck (outdoor yun...sweaty palms need not apply...tatangayin ka daw sa lakas ng hangin) was out of the question. So after taking cheesy pics inside the lobby, we made the most important and probably the most excruciating decision we've made our entire lives: to rough it and visit each and every landmark in New York on foot.

Now, granted, New York is a pretty big place, but thankfully, some of the stuff we wanted to see was pretty much accessible on foot (wanted to take the cabs, but Mom was scared of the drivers...again, not my fault). I gotta hand it to ya, New York. You really know how to impress the foreigners. The blunt-force realization that I'm actually in New York dawned to me the moment I saw every slice of New York life I only thought I could see on TV. Every busy street, every tall building, every architectural wonder, every quirk and tick was there as my imagination saw it.

Rockefeller center was more glorious than I could have ever seen it (TV really cuts a few pounds). I bought some T-shirts in the NBC Experience store (FRIENDS shirts, SCRUBS uniforms, CONAN O'BRIEN mugs...). After that, I told everyone with me that I can't leave this blessed hell-hole without visiting the infamous Times Square.

The billboards, the trinitron TV's, the stock tickers, the street vendors, the big name brands, the crowd...Times Square was absolutely teeming with life. After seeing the giant screens on the sides of the buildings telling me to buy a VW Rabbit and the billboards for Beauty and the Beast, the Color Purple and Avenue Q, I now know that I have absolutely arrived. This is New York, and I'm not dreaming.

But the real icing on the cake was my first hand experience of New York at night. That skyline with the glittering lights will forever be burned in my memory as the most beautiful skyline I have ever seen. Not to mention the nightlife, which shows a very different side of New York that's impossible to be seen in daylight.

They were right. New York really does change you.

After all the side-quests and last-minute shopping, we went back to the hotel with heavy shopping bags and a blown-out brain...not to mention a smile on my face. I told myself, this was the kind of city I could get lost in. I know in my heart after the airplane takes off for home that I will miss this jewel of a city. The city that never sleeps. And I will make sure I get back there as soon as I can and experience her all over again, because I know I have barely touched the surface, and this city still has lots of stories to tell...stories I want to hear.

--next: the Liberty Island Experience

Monday, August 21, 2006

Day 3: The Barnes and Noble Adventure!

I think my manga-esque title is a cute icing on an otherwise drab title-cake.

This trip just made me realize the value of a dollar. Just when you thought you had 50 dollars, Barnes and Noble tricked you into thinking you had more...and you end up with 20 dollars less than what you recently had.

And to think this is just the first 4 days of my vacation here in the States.

Barnes and Noble is a very queer looking place. It looks like a normal bookstore, but it's actually a bookstore/library, meaning you can pick out a book you like, and read it right there and then, without the guilty feeling and the suspicious looks from passersby.

My purpose for visiting this quaint receptacle of knowledge is to see if they're packing the latest episodes of the Naruto manga. I just felt so psyched to see Naruto all tall and lean looking *spoiler?* and Hinata all puffed up in all the right places *spoiler!* that I thought I should have a copy of that. Unfortunately, all they're packing are the Chuunin exams. Imagine my disappointment! Imagine me almost buying FHM starring Torrie Wilson (T-T-Torrie!)! Imagine me buying the manga "I's" instead!

The manga I'm talking about, of course, will be featured in a future issue of my blog.

Oh well, nothing much to report, besides the fact that I'm missing a lot of people right now. It's hard to be a milk chocolate bar in a white bread world. But in all respect, these people know how to price their stuff. What may be 400 pesos in the Phillies is worth 4 dollars here...which is what, 200 bucks sa pera natin?! It's a freaking steal! Este...laki ng patong!!!

Anyway, off till the next shopping spree!

Sunday, August 20, 2006


As I type, it's 10:05 on a Saturday evening. I'm writing my blog on a computer, and I still can't sleep. All of this is normal if not for the fact that I'm in America.

America. The land of opportunity. The land of Pop Tarts and Girls Gone Wild. The land of white chicks and black guys. It was a pretty bumpy ride on the way here, but I assure everyone who ever dreams of coming is SOO worth it.

I promised a lot of people I'd be blogging about my adventures here, ergo, this blog entry. The first 3 meals I had since I got here consisted of burgers, thickburgers, and sausages. My heart is screaming at me to stop, but I can't hear him. My jaws are too busy chewing on 100% USDA prime ground beef. I wonder when my stomach will have its fill of 'normal' food like, say, vegetables and fruits?

Went to this place called the Grand Casino, in Hinkley. Went in with more than 80 dollars in our pockets...came out with 30 left. It was not a good day to gamble.

I don't know what our itinerary will be tomorrow, but I hope it's somewhere amusing and interesting, just to get you to read. Until then, I'm afraid I have to bore you with my musings on why God is such a kidder, putting my tita's place in front of an all-girls elementary school (just kidding).

Shout outs to Jonas, Luis, Joshua, the HERO staff and my sweetie. We'll be buying a digicam next week. THank God! I'll have physical proof that I was here!

Now, just 2 hours more and that commercial for Girls Next Door will be on.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Jealousy is oft heard, but always done

Jealousy. My biggest sin.

I'm a jealous person. Probably more jealous than God himself, but that's for another edition of my blog.

When I like somebody (a girl probably), I want her to be with me all the time. When she starts getting smoochy moochy with other guys, it sends me in a swirl of emotions, half-anger and half-disappointment. She says it's nothing, that we're 'just friends'...but nowadays I just don't trust girls who say that.

Sorry, blame my past flames for arousing these suspicions in me. I've been cheated on before. I've had it with girls who tell me they're 'just friends' or 'it's nothing, really'. If it's really nothing then why bother seeing him, texting him, ribbing him, smiling at him in the first place? I'm here naman, I've got all the time in the world!

Oh, wait. Selfishness is the brother of jealousy...and they're both in me now. I've become too pessimistic about this, too grounded in the fact that nobody's perfect, that nobody can ever be loyal to one person only. I've had it with girls leaving me 'just because'. Like I've always said...I'm easy. If you like me, you like me...if you don't, then I don't have any use for you.

Bihira lang ako mainlove. Most women I know take that for granted. They swoon for men who love them for looks and leave them at the drop of the hat, then cry their eyes out wondering why someone so perfect would leave them so easily.

Someone once told me to have faith...unfortunately I believe that God is the only being anyone can ever be faithful to. Men and women cannot be 'just' friends. That's why I have so very few female friends. Men and women are meant to be consummate feelings and emotions...but the men always get the short end of the stick. To quote one of my favorite and women can't be friends because the sex always gets in the way.

But in the end, it's a trait I will always hate. Jealousy has no place in my life. I don't want to be jealous anymore. Jealousy is for weak people who can't handle other people's emotions. I get jealous easily and for the smallest things...

But the jealousy remains.

Thursday, June 08, 2006


She lifts a hand, asking for a high five.

I give it, resisting the urge to put my fingers between hers. Because she hardly knows me.


As we speak, I'm finishing up my 6th overnight here at the office. I'll be sleeping in a while. I just need to get this out of my chest.

I'm not gonna keep this a secret. There are lots of nice looking girls around the office. Nicer than what I'm used to outside the hallowed halls of ABS CBN. I guess I'm just lonely.

I want a hug.

I want a kiss. A sweet, lingering kiss that leaves me breathless and excited.

I want to look into a girl's eyes and see myself there, just as I am.

I want a girl who is concerned with my well-being, not because she loves me, but because she honestly cares for me.

I want a girl who misses me not because she's lonely, not because I kiss her, not because I hug her, but because she just wants to sit beside me and bask in each other's glow.

I want a girl who can stand up for herself and be willing to look stupid at the same time.

I want a girl who's willing to tell me something's wrong, without bullshit, even if it hurts me.

I want a girl who wants to talk to me not because she doesn't have anything important to do, but because she finds value in every word I matter what I say.

I just want to love and be loved. To be really, really loved. Just once.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Overnight: 2!

As I type, I celebrate my second hour into my second overnight at the office. In hindsight, I could have done this on Monday, but I love my job so much. :)

As I type, I notice that I'm the only one left in this vast office. Do you know how scary that sounds? At least the only TV left open in the office is still on, hence CNN is keeping me company.

I'm hugging a Mirmo de Pon doll the office had made for its promo. Its sooooo cute! I'll take a pic for you guys to see.

All the interns have gone home. Hopefully I'll see China again.

I just can't stop staring at Mirmo. I wish I could buy some food downstairs at Mini-stop but I can't coz I'm scared of the stories about the Sadako-like ghost of a kid in elevator eight (whether it's bullshit or not, I'll never know...but I'm not gonna risk it.)

I miss my bed. Hopefully I'll sleep fully tomorrow night.

I'll sleep in a little while maybe...thanks for keeping me company... :)

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Eternal sunshine on a pock-marked week on the job :D

Wow! First week on the job and I'm already feeling the after effects that will haunt me for the rest of my natural life! But I digress...surely there are exciting things that happen here in our lovely office!

And I will not disappoint! For your enjoyment, blow by blow of my first week on the job:


I came in at 10am and answered some questionnaires and filled up some forms that will soon become my payslips. Questionnaire asks if I'm good at hosting a game show. I write 'NO'.

I am introduced to my boss, Sir (Kuya/Ninong/Tito) Art, who ribs me about my formal attire (business suits in an office full of T-shirts and jeans) and gleefully shows me around the office and hands me my first assignment. I accept the challenge, thinking that it will take me just a couple of hours to do it. I end up going home at 10pm.

None as of yet. I was feeling doozy.



Tuesday comes and it's no different. I am introduced to more people and introduced to the system of work in the office. I write a script, have it approved by my boss, have it approved by his boss, send it to the voice-over kuya, capture images in the betacam player (who will soon betray me), lay it out on the computer...whew...never mind. Needless to say it's tiring but rewarding.

Got out of the office by 10pm. Overtime pay? You make me laugh.


"Lumayu-layo ka sakin, hayup ka at baka mahampas kita ng keyboard!"
"Tigil tigilan mo ako at baka gilitan kita ng leeg dyan leche ka!"

--from an officemate of mine who's a real character, always shouting and stuff. As in walang pakundangang sumigaw. Must be the effects of the office...



Nothing in particular. My post-production day is here. If you don't know what post-production means, just ask any masscom or advertising student coz I'm too tired to type it here. Anyway, my plug was finished, and it was shown to my boss Sir Art, who liked it, and his boss, Miss Chitchat, who liked it too.


"Your first plug? Nice! Good work!"

--Miss Chitchat (who isn't easily impressed at her saying this just made me like my work more)


DAY 4 of reckoning. Day started off normally in at 10am...watched some tapes...

Then, at exactly 2:40 PM, the goddamn betacam player ATE my tape.

As in kinain, minumog at dinura.

You will never know the feeling I had when I saw the ERROR message in the player. I was sweating bullets and I'm thinking of resigning. When the technician got the tape out, the tape was all scrunched up and torn.

Sir Art was speechless and made me type an incident report. This is starting to look like a loooong day...

Anyway, this IS a long day...coz I slept in the office after an all-nighter. It continues to Day 5.


"Eto lang sasabihin ko ha....

mga PUTANG INA KAYONG LAHAT pag di kayo pumunta sa Splash Island!!!"

--Sir Eric eloquently telling us about our outing on May 5. (Sorry to say, sir, pero putang ina na po ako...T___T)



As I slowly opened my eyes that day, I realized I dozed off in one of the editing rooms, lying on the sofa. As I looked up, I saw Ate Gladys looking over her shoulder at me. Embarrased, I hurriedly got up and looked for my boss, who I found sleeping in the other room (He promised me days like this...and he ain't kiddin').

I hurried home to take a bath and came back at 10am. At 4pm, the whole company went to the general assembly (a get-together of sorts). Actress/VJ/Wowowee-er Iya Villania was the host.

One of the highlights of that meeting was when she announced the new recruits of the company. Trust me, Iya-freaking-Villania saying my name out loud was the greatest thing that happened to me this year.


" Salirey?"

--Iya saying my name with her pretty Aussie accent :)


So, in closing:

Working is fun...:D

Friday, April 28, 2006

Never dreamed I'd say "Here at the office..."

It's 12 am and I'm still in the office. As I type, I barely finished my Girl Power MTV and I'm waiting for my co-copywriter Joboy to finish capturing images for my Naruto episodic plug.

I've only come to my house to sleep. I've only spent 24 hours (accumulated) in the house. Ever since I got this job I've had no life.

I never dreamed it would be this hectic. I didn't sign up for anything strenuous like this.

But I've never had more fun than this. :)

Monday, April 24, 2006

First day, first job, first BOOYAH!

Why didn't anybody tell me having a job was this FUN?

As we speak, I'm basking in the afterglow of of my first day at work. At real know, the kind that pays you when you do something? I just love the sense of professionalism, the sense of urgency, the feeling of being given trust and responsibility for something you LOVE to will just get better as the months roll by!

For those not on the down-low, I am now the copywriter/producer for a major cable channel (I won't tell you who. It's so easy to guess). Ok, so I won't make you guess. Basically they pay me to watch anime the whole day. What's any cooler than that?

Before I go, I'd like to give a shout out to my co-copywriters...I hope to have harmonious relationships with you as time goes by. And also to my new boss, Kuya (sir) Art...I promise to give you only my best because our channel deserves nothing BUT the best. I'll make you proud of me!

Gawd, I CAN'T WAIT for tomorrow!

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Why do I even bother? (Chapter 4,523)

Tell me, everyone...somebody knock some sense into me.

Why do I even bother? No matter what anyone says, the outrageously, unanimously obvious fact is there's nothing there anymore. No matter how hard I try to squeeze it, nothing will come out.

Granted, there might be a sliver left at the bottom, which I have to rake off with a spoon. But it doesn't satisfy me anymore. All the good parts have been taken by(or to make it worse, willingly given to) the others, with absolutely no concern over who got there first.

That's it. There's just too big a chasm to cross. There's no way to jump over it. Only recourse is for both of us to build a bridge towards each other so we can meet half way.

But the thing is, we can't.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

G for Graduate

6 hours ago, I walked the stage that was set before me all those moons ago. In between the coffee breaks during my all-nighters doing projects for ADPRAC and Ad Design, I would imagine that stage, and the weird shit I was supposed to pull as I walked towards the priest with an outstretched hand, giving me a wink. A wink that told me "Congratulations, son. Graduate ka na."


Forgive me for sounding a bit emotional. I am far from teary eyed at this point. Because I'm pretty much tired. Its 2am and I'm checking Friendster to see if anybody had the guts to check my account. No, I just needed to invoke within you that exciting feeling I got during the revered lakad. After all, that's the talent all good storytellers had.

Anyway...the venue itself was quite cramped. And there was a major faux pax when the ushers realized that there weren't enough seats for the students. After the imposition of hoods, there were like dozens of people standing, looking for the seat they were supposed to have, only to see someone else's cushy derriere parked there.

But I digress. It was a sufficient effort to ease us out of the damned university of ours. I wish it was as dramatic and emotional as, say, Jonas' or Luis' grads.

But then again, it's typical me to look at the faults of things instead of the good parts (if only for the reason the faults are more exciting). I particularly liked the part when Fr. Nantes put on my cap and told me, in roughly the same words, "Tagal mo na dito, Mr. Salire, ah. Sa wakas!". And when I came down to shake hands with my professors, everyone was telling me the same thing: "At last, Mr. Salire. Congratulations."

Needless to say, I have officially graduated. And it feels, for lack of a better term, f***in' good.


4 years of fun plus 2 years of blood, sweat and tears have culminated into this one night. But I dare not say that this is a hurdle I have conquered on the road of life. A hurdle is a hindrance, a barrier, an obstacle that stands in the way. Something that impedes progress. I'd rather think that my studies and my graduation is but one step on the flight of stairs towards my destiny. And I'd like to keep it that way.

Congrats, I say, to my friends Josh and Aya (and a shout out to my seatmate Arwan..XD) for graduating. Sana makahanap tayo ng trabaho kagad, noh? XD And to the people we left behind, namely Sean and JL...konting tiis na lang yan, mga dude. And after that, the taste of victory will soon be yours.

Good morning, everyone. And good morning to me too, on the first day of the rest of my life.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

It's over.

It's been two weeks since the day. As we speak I'm nursing a sore throat and dry cough from the stressful seminars and stuff, all to take my mind from what happened.

It still doesn't help. Every time I open my Friendster I see her face, under the 'Who's visited me' tab in my home page, with her picture looking at me with the smile that used to be mine. The 'Single' option in her profile has been changed into 'In a relationship', confirming the fears I've had for the whole week. That she isn't coming back.

Since then, I've been nursing an emotion in my brain and in my heart, part anger and part grief, that's been tearing me apart. Every night I keep seeing the face of her new love, laughing at my face for failing to keep her happy. Once in a while I hear her voice, reminding me of the good times we had...the times that will probably never happen again.

It's funny to hear someone tell you they're not ready to have a relationship with you, but become super ready for it with someone else. It's also sad to realize that kung sino pa yung sincere, sya pa ang talo. While everything the other guy had to do was to wait for me to slip up. Ah, the facts of life.

Bear in mind, dear reader, that this isn't a plea for a second chance, or a rant at the ineffectivity of my sincerity to her heart. I'm way too old for that. Which is probably one reason I'm without her touch right now.

So now I'm faced with a choice, a choice I've been making since the Kat incident: to hold on to her, even if it's so very painful, or to systematically erase every trace of her from my life, and be in more pain than I could ever possibly imagine.

Whatever the choice, I still lose.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Love for the sake of love

My love life is an exciting yet tumultuous roller coaster ride. I've had my share of ups and downs, most of it my doing, but I managed to hold on this long.

Right now, we're at the stage where we're 'friends muna', the place I'd rather be in than not being with her at all. I have to admit I'm not doing a very good job at it. Often times it's not so bad. We're still as cordial as we could ever be. We share laughs, we kid around, we see each other (or at least, I want to see her), and other stuff we could possibly do.

Oftentimes, though, I miss the times when we were so close, closer than most guys can ever be to her. Getting to sit beside her in a coffee shop, holding her hand while I watch her.

It's kind of funny how I often hold back some of my feelings for fear of getting hurt. I don't say 'I love you' that much anymore, for fear of getting disappointed, knowing I'll only get a 'hehehe' or 'oh ok' in return.

Funny how I attach so much emotion and commitment on those three words.

But in the end, they say that true love does not ask for anything in return, that the reward is in the loving itself. And If I really love her, I shouldn't hold back just because it's not the same anymore. To paraphrase that guy in 2Fast, 2Furious said, "Nobody's got a gun to my head."

Sometimes I feel like I'm getting tired of loving someone without getting anything in return. But I know I shouldn't feel like that, coz I know that I have no right to do so.

There are many types of love, and ours is fine just the way it is.

At least, for the time being.
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