projectALphamale

rats asses and conversation lifeboats

projectalphamale — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 07:27:11 +0000

Being the busy entrepreneurs that we were, my friends and I just spent a maximum of 2 hours together; talking life and business and everything else in between. I was with Beestro Café owner Marc and Bookstore owner Jing. A lot of obvious topics needed to be covered but situations change and amidst promises of future meet ups, the business tete a tete broke up as soon as it started.

Before this night-cap, I was with two other people who were close to heart but our shared experiences differ somewhat. While one already finished graduate studies, the other one was doing his thesis while I, as you very well know, am still on my honeymoon stage. I am liking graduate studies to the letter. And again, to punish the pun: ‘alflikes graduate school.’ The shared experiences we had for this set included a quick commute to Westbrook for the fugly case of the missing house keys. Please don’t ask me to retell the story. Fugly nga e. ugh. To quote kuya kim: ‘lamang ang may good memory’

Before this wild goose chase for the missing keys, I was doing a lifemapping and person building session with DPC slash cuz who happened to be my classmate at a PE class. It is at this point that I would like to outline a set of conversational rules that we discussed and that I would like followed.

Oo, ako na ang tga establish ng conversational rules. Hahaha. This is, after all MY BLOG. Lest you forget.

Thesis Statement: I don’t care about other people’s love-dovey relationships. I cringe at the thought of discussing love life in public. I don’t want other people discussing MY love life or any semblance of it. I have a healthy respect for people who are able to do this. But it aint for me.

I have a couple of disclaimers though:

I have, in the past, actually did discuss love live’s (this doesn’t sound right) of other people. I would like to maintain that the reason for this was:
I felt the need to do so, because the ones involved are probably good friends. Or they were dying for an ear to listen. And I didn’t want people dying on me.
I pretended, because the needy love-lifey person talker needed some help. And if you have been paying attention, I always like to help.
Let it be known that I like problem solving in terms of helping the person to move on. But PLEASE spare me of the mushy details of your relationship. I don’t think its right for you, or actually, for anyone to share what should be between only the two of you who are directly involved.
Now just in case I haven’t made myself too CLEAR, here goes: AL LABADAN DOES NOT WANT TO DISCUSS LOVE LIFE’S(?) OF OTHER PEOPLE. IN THE SAME MANNER, I WOULD LIKE TO RESPECTFULLY ASK EVERYONE PESTERING ME ABOUT MINE TO STOP. Why is this, you ask?
Well for starters, ITS NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS. I DON’T GIVE A FRIGGIN RATS ASS ABOUT HOW YOU ARE A TOO MUCH OF A COUPLE. Ooops. Sorry to be extremely crude. Who I date and what we do is MY business. Not yours. Kapische?
If you were under some sort of impression that I am dying for an update about your mushy love life? I AM NOT. If I led you to believe that I am interested, I humbly apologize. I DON’T CARE, ACTUALLY. Hehehe. I have a lot of things on my head. And as much as you would like to claim that it includes your thing: NO, I have better things to think about.
You wanting to share about your mushy love life DOES NOT give you the right TO ASK ABOUT MINE. QUIT BUGGING ME!
For those of you wanting to chitchat and throw your opinions about other people’s relationships: go ahead, good for you. If it makes you happy, go on ahead. But please don’t talk to me about it. And don’t make me or my future girlfriend/wife a topic. Again, I don’t LIKE talking about this. Its taboo for me. Learn to accept this truth. I don’t ask for much.
I do however, appreciate the value of these ‘mushy stuff’ in the light of social interactions. It is becoming very socially acceptable to discuss and pry into other people’s business for lack of something to talk about. Although it shouldn’t be, and I disagree with it, I’d like to call these topics as ‘safe conversation lifeboats’ or that which you talk about when you don’t have anything else on the table.
On couple pairings: I might join the tirade for a minute or two but that’s it. I LOSE INTEREST. And ALL OF YOU PEOPLE SHOULD, TOO! What is up with all of these kakiligan, mushyhan, sumbungan, chismisan?! SURELY there are a lot more other things to talk about? So lest, you didn’t get my point: I recognize that talking about this would grease social interactions, BUT I DON’T WANT TO BE PART OF IT!
Here’s some food for thought: why not talk about business? Or marketing? Or poverty alleviation? Or leadership and governance and how we can improve our country? Fine, these are topics for old people. FINE, I AM old. ITS ABOUT TIME YOU SHOULD TOO. Grow up.! Let’s talk about things beyond our own little bubbles and begin to see how the world needs OUR help as capable citizens of this earth. There’s a BIGGER WORLD OUT THERE and I suggest that you move beyond your kakiligan and ka mushyhan and START thinking about others who need your time and capabilities and talents.

How does that saying go?

“Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people. ….

Step up people. Step up or don’t talk at all.

boxes

projectalphamale — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 06:33:53 +0000

The boxes proved larger than I initially thought. And with good reason, I have always made my life public and with that, people talk, comment and yes, box. (Adj.)
The reason why it’s ok for me to live like an open book is because I have been through a whole lot of fugly and if other people can learn from my mistakes and hasten their own personal improvements based on my experiences, then I would be happy. Because I would have been able to help them. No, I don’t seek accolades, I seek to inspire. More and more people are growing sad because of convoluted feelings of self-worth. You are not worthless and you will never be.

I would have wanted someone to say this to me last week but since nobody did, I had to say it to myself. Pathetic? Probably, but I am very comfortable with myself because I have learned the hard way that I shouldn’t seek for too much affirmation and approval, from anyone. If it comes, I say thank you. If it doesn’t, well, life goes on.
And that’s precisely what I would have wanted last week, for people to move on in my life, or better, move on with their lives and leave me be. You see, what happened was, one of my old professors was making a big deal about my grades back in college and how this would affect my performance in graduate school. I was shocked, hurt, harassed and furious. I’ve always been put in boxes because of this waterloo. Strangers, not even in my circles, get updated of this waterloo because I guess it’s so fun to talk about. I even received confirmation that a whole department is talking about me semester in and semester out, making it a point to update their students of who I was. Jeez. I just hope they’re using a flattering picture in their power point. LOL. Alf is fun to talk about. Boxes beget boxes.

After four days of being all hot and bothered, I gave it up and reflected on the experience.

Boxes, preconceived notions, impressions and judgments’ derail people from seeing the true value of one another. Our judgments’ of others block our view and promotes division and rejection. When we begin to see the value of each others worth, focusing on what they CAN do and not what they CAN’T DO, we also open ourselves to the possibility that this person that we are so quick to judge may help us in some way. In the case of this old professor, I still can’t understand what drove her to say the things she did, or what it was that she hoped to achieve. But what I do understand is there are times that I too am very guilty of boxing other people in. To address this, I have a conscious system of dealing with people so I can free myself from the devastating effects of judging them. I call it my plus-minus system.

It works this way. One of the things I try to practice is to keep my mouth shut whenever I am on the verge of saying something awful. Remember the old adage? ‘If you have nothing good to say, don’t say anything at all?’ Believe me that is very hard. I am in the business of people relations and marketing so conversations account for a lot of my waking hours. And there would always be people who are more opinionated than I am. And there would always be people who are just plain disagreeable.

Minus points are awarded to people who are disagreeable. These are the types who make it a point to argue even over the most senseless topics. Do I hate them? No. Are they reaping negative points? Yes. To free myself from negativities (I try to be as positive as I can), I shy away from these types of people. I don’t want to judge them so ill just lessen my interaction with them. One of the hardest things to do is to affirm a negative person but if you are able to do it, you would see changes in them. It’s better to give out affirmation than to demand it.

Minus points are also given to people who don’t see my worth. While I don’t claim to know everything and while I know I am poor at some things, I also know that I am good at some things. We all are uniquely gifted! And while I don’t wear a placard saying I’m good at these things, people who know me, know. So it’s very puzzling to me when someone approaches me for help but doesn’t listen to what I have to say. It’s like being in a monologue. Their monologue. Where information is unidirectional. Do I put them in boxes? No. I think they have not realized my worth yet. And if they hadn’t well, that’s not my problem.

Plus points on the other hand are easily given out. These I give to people who make me laugh, smile and feel good about myself. A huge bag of points is given to people who make OTHER people happy because of a good deed, a kind remark or even a silly joke. I radiate towards positive, happy, fun-loving people who can catch my attention. I’ve talked a lot about this already, I get bored easily and it’s difficult to catch my attention BUT if it’s something I’m really interested in or something YOU made me interested in, well, that’s more PLUS POINTS for you.

Pluses and Minuses free me from tagging people permanently as lost cases. This I do because there are a lot of people who, through our long and bumpy relationship as friends, chose to never give up on me. I owe these people a lot. It’s just paying it forward. My plus and minus system keeps it real, it’s like saying: I don’t really like you now but its okay. I’m sure we will be able to regain what was lost in the future. Furthermore, I also believe that every one of us has this sort of system in us, a system of social interaction constructs based on differing human relations. It’s just that I put a brand name to it. Yes, you may refer to it as ‘Alfred’s Plus and Minus System’ LOL

I have written a lot about expectations and how we should lessen or increase it based on the level of relationships that we have. The problem is there are no hard and fast rules that govern expectations in all forms and types of relationships. It’s up to the involved parties to figure it out for themselves. Believe you me, I would want to give you a quick guide on this but it won’t be accurate. Relationships are uniquely designed to the people involved.

Remember the idiom, ‘Jack of all trades master of none?’ I believe that. I believe that no one is self-sustaining and I believe that no one is that good to know all facets of a business or all there is to know about life in all its glory. It just doesn’t work that way. True, they can profess to know but do they really? Hmm. I guess this is my cue to shy away and keep my mouth shut. =)

There are some things that I can’t do and there are some things that I’m good at. Having a healthy respect for each other’s unique genius opens doors to deeper, more meaningful relationships. I’ll end this reflection with a story I read from the online Didache sent to me earlier today by Bo Sanchez’s web team:

unique genius

“What, then, will this child be?” – Luke 1: 66

A teacher once told Michael’s mother that he’d never be able to focus on anything in his life because of his difficulty in focusing on the lessons in the classroom.

As a boy, he was diagnosed with ADHD. He’d often stand up and can’t stay quiet. It was very hard for him to concentrate. At the 2008 Beijing Olympics, Michael Fred Phelps won eight gold medals in various swimming events — the most gold reaped by anyone in a single Olympics. That’s aside from the various awards and records he still holds.
Often, we hold biases and beliefs about how a child would grow up based on what they are now and what they do.
We tend to box a child (or other people for that matter) with what we see or of our impression of what they do. We relegate them to the sidelines. The cruelest thing we do is give up on them.
God made us great with our own unique genius. We should treat others and ourselves as such. Jun Asis (mabuting.balita@gmail.com

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LIFETREKKER: Beating The Odds:Another stone for the edifice?

projectalphamale — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 02:19:18 +0000

I don’t know if I got the title right but what I know for sure is that Ma & I had to suppress a laugh at this unbelievable attempt of ‘pagbubuhat ng bangko,’

I am talking about PGMA’s latest book out, a 380++ page treatise of her ‘many’ accomplishments,all told in excruciating detail.On the set of Anthony Taberna’s Punto per Punto segment at ABSCBN’s UKG is one of the book editors & on the phone was opposition congressman Teddy Casino(?)

This coffeetable book would undoubtedly discuss the accomplishments she’s made in the past 9years;new infrastructures or improvements therein:the SLEX,NLEX,airports etc & the faster processing of pertinent documents:drivers licenses,passports,birth certificates & the automated elections.Im sure you’ve seen the commercials,which has aired amok, sa totoo lang.=p

I think it’s just sad that Arroyo had to spend some more of her ill-gotten wealth just to try & convince the general populace of her good deeds in trying to cover up her misdeeds,which would be The Understatement of the century. Hello,Garci? Hello,ZTE-NBN? Hello,Political Killings? For those in Manila,I’m sure you’ve seen multiple footbridges holding up the very sorry-looking tarps: ‘Salamat Pangulong Arroyo para sa footbridge na ito’ Whatda?! Hahaha.I laugh.I mock.

Dear Arroyo,

Legacies & memoirs should be written for you not by your band of merry thieves,er,men,but by Historians long after you’ve gone.Why do this now?What are you up to?

According to the editor who sat down with Taberna,they only have 500copies of this ‘limited edition’ release.500 people out of the 7107 island inhabitants MAY get a chance to read this mockery.I hope to be one of them.Hey,I got loads of time,and I could use a good laugh.Sa Totoo lang.

LOL

cerebrus interruptus

projectalphamale — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 02:14:34 +0000

Admit it.admit it. I break your trail of thought =)

Hi network. I’m back.
Yeah,I admit, I might’ve started one of my past microblogs using the same phraseology.thats ok.im allowed to repeat myself =)

I was inspired by one of the many things i read online earlier today,the blog was written by a friend of mine and the point of his treatise was finding someone who could be with him when he’s lonely.Not that way you perv,but more of having someone to talk with.Yep,he’s intent on finding a GF. For our purpose,and to be totally crude about it,lets refer to it as ‘finding a mate’

But im not goin to talk about that,what i wanted to talk to you about is how You as an individual can do stuff so you wont have to feel too down when you dont have a ‘relevant other’

Thinkin about it, i don’t have any tips on hand to address those kinds of thoughts either. What i am confident of is i Will be able to churn out stuff for you and I to think about after a long days worth of work or study or play or whatever it is you do.

I,alfred labadan,your marketingman friend,do solemnly promise to interrupt your thoughts,and to go all Disney about it: ‘in the most delightful way’=)

How’s that eh?
For the students,it’s now june,time for you to start workin on gettin that degree again, i for one am excited because i too am starting classes next week.

For the working stiffs,businessmen and parents,hello. It’s another day for you and me to earn and inspire and make good with what we have achieved thus far.

To all of you, This is my hello,your LifeTrekker is back =)

Same rules apply, comments are very much appreciated.you can subscribe or unsubscribe anytime and you can register your friends numbers as well.LifeTrekker Mobile is available for Globe and TM subscribers only. This is the beta version of LifeTrekker online

Let us LifeTrek together!=)

mike is mad

projectalphamale — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 05:33:05 +0000

I was on my way to DENR yesterday for a meeting with some of the other agencies tasked to save the planet. Upon boarding the car, I found out with much regret that our trusty driver had tuned in to “Saksi Sa Dobol B’ a ridiculously loud Radio Talk show featuring, you guessed it, Mike Enriquez.

I have long disliked this person for his, how should i put it? Lame ass way of speaking? What is up with that Mister Mike? Ugh. Anyway, yesterday he went on this barrage about what had happened two days ago. First, the PUP students burning their armchairs and the UP students splashing paint on the face on one of the members of the Board of Regents. He was going on and ranting about how the students just go on strike and how pointless the whole exercise is and how the students should just go back to the classrooms and study. Clearly he doesn’t understand what the students are fighting for. But what really ticked me off was when he said: ‘Ang kakapal ng mga mukha nyong mga taga UP kayo, kami nagpapa aral sa inyo, ang sweldo namin lumiliit, nakakaltasan nga kami na wala kaming magawa para mapag aral lang kayo tapos wala kayong gagawin kundi magwelga at magsunog ng upuan, PAARAL KO KAYO, kaya nga kayo ISKOLAR nga Bayan!’ He went on and asked his co-anchor and said: ‘Nakadaan ka na ba sa may UP? Nakita mo na ba na napakadami nang kotseng nakapark dun? Yan ba? Yan ba ang pinapaaral natin na mga Iskolar ng Bayan?’

POTA.

MIKE, BOBO KA.

Get your facts straight and your tongue straightened out!! Una, PUP ung nagsunog ng Chairs, hindi UP!! Duh! Ayusin mo ang pag aannounce mo!

Second, these students are fighting for the rest of the populace na nawawalan na ng boses! May mga kaklase ako sa UP nung college pa ako na pansit canton lang ang nakakain ng isang buong linggo gawa ng kahirapan. The imposition of new fees, like lab. fees and graduation fees as well as the issue about the non inclusion of the student regent in the Board of Regents meeting are the issues that they are fighting for. Do you even get that? Palibhasa, lasalista ka kasi, di mo alam kung ano pinaglalaban ng mga mahihirap na taga UP!

I condone the actions of these students because they reached a point where nobody listens to them anyway and in dire straights, they resorted to mob democracy, however uncouth it may seem to you green blooded upper crusts.

Fine, a portion of your GMA sweldo probably goes to funding the state university, that is IF hindi pa yun nakukurakot. You, of all people, ay SAKSI sa mga katiwalian dito sa gobyerno. The students got the attention that they are looking for because of what they did. But whats next? Instead of shooting them down with your radio show, why don’t you try and find out for yourself what the reasons are for their rallying and picketing?

PINAG AARAL KO DIN SILA! NAGBABAYAD DIN AKO NG TAX! Susmaryosep. Kung makita mo lang kung san inaabot ang pera na pinagmamalaki mo na binibigay mo. BULOK ANG MGA KWARTO at BUILDINGS SA UP! Pumapasok ako dati nakapayong kasi tumutulo ang kisame ng rooms.

Yan ba ang pinagmamalaki mong pinapaaral mo? Ang mas aksaya, IKAW NA LASALISTA! I worked with you guys for a year, I have been to almost ALL of the campuses ng De La Salle. And I know the kinds of students you have. So dont start saying na nagugulat ka na madami ng may kotse sa UP Diliman, MAS MATAAS ang binabayad nila keysa sa iba, ang tawag dun STFAP! Iba iba kami ng bracket na binabayaran!

ANG KAPAL NG MUKHA MONG INSULTUHIN ANG UP KASI LASALISTA KA LANG!

jeje hood

projectalphamale — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 02:55:12 +0000

I abhor Jeje’s, in general. And since I searched far and wide and realized there’s no actual data available to properly categorize Jeje’s , lets go ahead and do this together, shall we? Call me snobby and snooty. I know I am not. I just say things that people around me are thinking but are not able to express. So I am doing all of you a favor by coming up with this ultimate guide to JejeHood. Katuwaan lang.
Are you ready?

I should say that I don’t normally regard these individuals with any sort of time and attention. It just so happened that a few nights ago, there seems to a Jeje Convention and a plethora of these troglodytes crawled out of their holes, dressed themselves Jejily and settled in what I would now refer to as Jeje Avenue. Sangkaterba Ampf. Like, nagkalat. Like, punong puno. Like, nag uumapaw.

Here’s what happened, my org and I just finished our culminating activity wherein we welcome new members to our humble little society. Traditionally, we would go to the only bar of choice when you are in LB. Yep. IC’S. its where all UPLB students converge. Everybody there knows everybody there. Generations upon generations of beer drinking, laid back, LB folk go there to get their weekly, sometimes daily dose of alcohol. E kaso puno. Normal day. We wont have enough seats and since there were twenty of us, we had to check out other places of interest. And so we went to a bigger place, which for propriety, we will just call Jeje Avenue, because honestly that’s what it looked like when we entered. The place was crawling with all sorts of jeje’s big and small.

But what exactly are jeje’s?
Well, if you must know, these are actually the jologs of the years past. From Riles dwellers to Balot Vendors to gulay sellers.
No, no, no I am not insulting the poor. I am poor! But I am not hikahos and I don’t have colored hair and I speak properly so I am not a jeje! But we will get to that later. Alarmingly though, there have been undocumented reports of rich jeje’s. That’s okay. Let’s call them, well, rich jeje’s.
We can now safely say that economic status does not define jejehood. I guess we would have an easier discussion if we just go ahead and describe these individuals.

The most popular and pervasive Jeje that we encounter are the dark skinned, blond haired, trucker cap wearing individuals with skinny jeans and marijuana hankies. Yes. Dark skin is usually a prerequisite. Putangina naman kasi. Bakit ka ba nagkukulay ng buhok?! Totoy, HINDI KA MAGMUMUKHANG AMERIKANO. Hindi KA MUKHANG SOSYAL. At dahil alam nating lahat na hindi ka cast ng Muro Ami, isa ka lamang BATANG MAITIM na NALIGO ng Hydrogen Peroxide. Hindi tama ang ginagawa mo sa buhay mo.

Fine, so wala kang pangkulay ng buhok. Congratulations ang sasabihin ko sayo at hindi sorry. Sorry kasi nabawasan ka ng isang level of jejehood. Pero ang caps? The trucker caps?? C’mon! WHAT IS UP with the caps na nakapatong sa ulo?! Yan ba e palatandaan na malaki na ulo mo (as in mayabang, proud to be jeje ka) or malaki na ulo as in nkagel ka o hairspray (80′s?!) O yan ba e luggage compartment? Lalagyan ng cellphone at wallet kc ang sisikip ng pants nyo di na kasya? May isa pa akong tanong, nka hairclip ba ung cap nyo sa ulo nyo? Paste? Kanin? Di natatanggal e, AMAZING.

By the way, kung rapper ka pala, im sorry, sige, mag suot ka na nag ganyan. In my book, there are only two ways to wear a baseball cap, straight up, with the beak front and center or pabaligtad, with the beak nasa likod ng ulo, perpendicular to the shoulders. Any other angle is wrong, unless you’re a rapper.

Marijuana Hankies. Meron ako nito. Lagi kasi ako may sipon. At since malaki ito keysa normal na panyo e masarap ito singahan pag walang tissue. Ang hindi ko maintindihan, BAKIT ginagawa mo itong SCARF?! Pashmina ba ang effect mo?? O kung wala naman sa malibag mong leeg e naka balot sa ulo mo. Cancer patient?? Tapos lalagyan mo ng Cap na nkatabingi?? PUTANGINA. 5O CENT? IzDACHU? Ay hindi pala, kakulay mo lang.

Nkkaeenit ng uloh puh noh? zummr p nmn. Haiizz—>> may nagtext.^*(^*^$(*&^)^$%&!!

!! Ngaar!!

Ibat iba ang suot ng jeje at dahil sumasakit ang mata ko pag nakakita ko ng mga ito, e hindi ko nalng iddiscuss. Masyado na siguro mahaba ito.

Btw, LOL is an acronym for laughing out loud. Ang acronym hindi ginagawang plural or kung pipilitin, sige LSOL dpat! Hindi LOLS at lalong lalo nang hindi LOLZ AT KUNG ISA KANG CERTIFIED KANG JEJE KANG HAYUP KA E ganto ang usage mo: LOLZ KA TALGA!! What the friggin F???!!

For proper jeje identification, here are links for your perusal http://fuckyeahajeje.tumblr.com/
And if you ever need translation kasi di mo na talaga maintindihan yang mga text nila, heto: http://kalokohan.guissmo.frih.net/jologs.php

halfway around the world e may jeje din, our spanish friends found themselves in the same dire straights. check this out: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=jeje

And since I realized na hindi pala ito ultimate guide e lets just make this some sort of a discussion, here are some questions for us to consider:

1. Sa tingin mo, bakit nagkalat ang mga Jeje ngayon?
2. May true to life Jeje encounter ka na ba? Ikaw ba ay isang Jeje survivor?
3. Eto dramatic: Bakit sila ganun?
4. May mensahe ka ba o suhestyon para sa kanila?

Presidentiables

projectalphamale — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 02:44:30 +0000

I’m still torn between Dick Gordon and Noynoy Aquino. I’ve been reading, re reading and evaluating. Don’t ask me for my reasons yet. I haven’t had a chance to figure em all out.

Earlier, I saw and ad that made me stop and think of Gibo, for a moment.

At this point thought, I am certain of one thing: I am NOT going to vote for Manny Villar. Okay, so tga UP sya, so? Two thoughts that I would like to develop regarding this but have no time to, include 1. I am having trouble with the coined term: Upian, acronym na lalagyan ng english prefix? Mas UP at mas gusto ko ang taga-UP!! 2. I would really like to go on an all out discussion on all things marketing. What works, what doesn’t, etc etc. but I have no time for it. Just yet. One of these days, I will.

When the opportune time comes, I will publish the list of candidates which I will be voting for. If you are one of those people who are too busy to sort things out, lemme do you a favor, copy my sample ballot. You could now rest in the assurance that the votes that you will be casting will be well thought of, according to me. I’m such a friend, aren’t I?=)

Why we hate fat ugly lesbians

projectalphamale — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 02:41:50 +0000

Fat lesbians are the worst. They think they got it all figured out. They insult, harass and make condescending remarks like its second nature. Come to think of it, all the people we know who fall in this category are not necessarily lesbians but are probably on their way to becoming one. They are fat, boyfriendless ugly ladies who spite and make innuendoes to cover up for their insecurities that are bigger than their measly little pathetic lives. To all the loser Dykes, in behalf of all the beer drinking guys, here’s a food for thought (shove it up your fat assess) LEAVE the insulting to em hot chicks that are sexy and sophisticated. When we drink, we don’t talk about you, we don’t obsess about you or make lewd remarks about you because honestly, THERE’S NO MATERIAL!! We are sorry that you don’t have boyfriends. This is because of these walls that you are so desperately trying hard to put up. Repeat after me: You are not fooling anyone with your act! Don’t insult guys because we don’t like you. We are programmed to like sexy lesbians. Sexy Lesbians are HOT. THEY ARE. I could show you videos. You, however, are not! No, sorry. It would take A LOT of beer and intoxication BEFORE we consider you in our, wait for it, wait for it, Liquid dreams.

Now if by some odd circumstance you found yourselves recipients of millions of dollars worth of plastic surgery Gift Certificates AND you get to get it on with someone as hot as, say, Sora Aoi, THEN fine, go ahead, insult our beer bellies because by then, you would have gotten our attention (I could elucidate how but this is my PG blog) BUT UNTIL THEN? Keep your ugly ass opinions to, well, your ugly assess.

say what you need to say

projectalphamale — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 03:49:18 +0000

I’ve always been wordy. Yes, it’s a coined term. Deal with it.

I firmly believe that there are situations when there is a call for wordiness and that some concepts are better expressed through paragraphs. I am all for being concise but not at the expense of the message I am trying to deliver.

Speaking of messages being delivered, I want to deliver one, straight to the face of this weirdo. I want to pack a straight fist wallop on his ‘pretending to stare into space’ look.

You are not fooling anyone buddy. You are a friggin’ loser with no life. And you staring? It’s not working for me. I’m holding on to my temper because I happen to like what I am doing but if I catch you one more time staring I am going to introduce you to one hell of a knuckle sandwich. You got that? Stupid pretensive faggot.

Say what you need to say. Don’t. Fuckin. Stare.

Here I am. Wordy. Concise and freaked out.

DEAL with it

the capacity to remake yourself

projectalphamale — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 02:41:47 +0000

Like any individual who had had a life altering event, I found myself adrift- with all the responsibilities and expectations required of a yuppie but none of the security. When I had a job, I built a certain kind of life and it became my identity. When I lost that job or the career that I thought I was building, I lost that identity and for more than a year, I was dealing with it in the best possible way I knew how, writing- and telling you about it. And that’s scary for the most part because my work-er career defined who I was, and without it, who exactly am I again? It’s like the death of the self. And so I had to go down on my barest self and tried rebuilding and making do with what’s left lest I go out and make the same mistakes again.

It was a hard year, I’m sure you knew especially if you were subscribed to my Life Trekker blog. And I am not all that proud of everything I have said and done at that time. I made really crazy decisions, like whimsically going on that PEFAJ interview out of boredom. I got in, I did well (aced the class actually) and earned lots. But the work doesn’t agree with me. Hell, no one around me agrees with this poor call, to punish the pun. But I’ve no regrets because the two months I spent with them were a cornucopia of rich experiences. I met a wide range of people that I would never have met had I stayed inside my cozy little bubble. It was like taking a vacation from who I really was.

I am now marketing environmental services. Like any other momentous moment of my life, I outline the good things that make it right for me at this time. This responsibility that I have right now is right for me because 1. I get to write, which I have been told I am good at. 2 I get to sell ideas and services and make relevant people sit up and listen, which actually is marketing, if you simplify it. 3. I am saving the earth, which I feel strongly about because duh, it IS where we live and it’s not as if we could get a new one.

Reinventing yourself and appreciating what you have come easy when people around continue being supportive no matter what. I am at an age when what detractors say no longer matter. But I am kind of affected when people close to me tell me that I am not the right fit for this.

At least three people have told me explicitly that

I am pretending I know what I am doing and I am pretending to like it. They are not so sure.
I am not the right fit for the job because he is smarter than me. (He probably is smarter, it’s okay.)
I am better off working as a call center agent because it fits me more.

Ouch. As much as I tried, I couldn’t come up with any explanation as to why these individuals have the audacity to say these things up front. The optimist in me pleads that they ‘mean well.’ The pessimist in me shrugs it off and says: ‘they are probably insecure’ while the bigger part of me just let it slide because I am more interested in having a Grreat life than being morose and sulky. You’ve read this before in my articles: My default setting is ‘Happy.’

Once you find your passion, jobs and work no longer define you. You define them; you make it work regardless of what others say.

I wish that you will find your passion the soonest possible time.