By 3sha
Just this morning we received a wedding invitation where I was honored to be a bridesmaid in. Problem was they misspelled my name. What ought to be "Trisha Maryan Uy" was made to be "Maryan Tristan Uy." I immediately became a she-male. Aurgh. Now, 100+ or so people at that forthcoming wedding will then know me as Maryan Tristan Uy, the bridesmaid who was cursed by an androgynous name.
The sad part about all this is that it's my Ninong's wedding and he was the one who submitted that name to the printer. Tells you a lot about how ignorant some people can really be, right? 25 years of being my uncle and he still doesn't know my REAL name up to now. Yeah, call it a rant. Call it angst. But I do get really irritated when someone messes up my name.
A professor at our college back then even called me "Pat" thinking that my name "Trisha" comes from "Patricia." Good, he didn't call me "Patty" or even the whole name "Patricia" now that would really get on my nerves. I actually stood up in class and told him to reread the classcards thoroughly so he'd get my name right and not jump to any conclusions about its origins.
Time has made me more patient about mistaken name-callings. A badminton peep had the nerve to actually call me Patricia, but I let it pass because that was the first time we met. It still irks me though.
I give so much importance to names, after all, isn't it that when you do name someone or something, you then acknowledge its existence? I believe it does. I believe in a lot of things and I definitely believe that a name, even a nickname, will give away a person's character. Reasons behind having a name like Roderick and then renaming yourself simply Derrick translates to character. It lets you ask why people have nicknames, AKAs, and such. A friend changed her name from Riccabuena to Buenaricca. Why? Maybe Buenaricca just sounds better. Or, maybe being "good and happy" should always come first.
I even encounter a someone called "Revelyn." When I first heard it or even repeated it, it really left a bad taste in my mouth. What kind of a parent would dub their daughter, Revelyn? Yuck.
I may be altogether to judgemental about this, but to prove it, I eventually had a sideline project with that Revelyn person and I must say this, it didn't push through. After all the projections and initial designs made for that project, nothing went into actual production. Word has it that she never intended to pay for any of the design projects, wishing that everything would be served to her on a silver plate for free. Yeah, tell her to keep wishing. She even named her company "Princess Whales." I honestly fell out of my chair laughing out so hard at that name when I heard it.
Now I must reiterate, what really is in a name? Everything I guess. It distinguishes you. It reflects what you are. It is your own existence. It has a history. It even has a future. It is your entire being all rolled into one.
So call me Trisha. One word, two syllables. Easy? Yes.
By 3sha
This poem was first posted in my lj account but because it was requested by a friend (who just had his tooth pulled, at masungit siya) to be posted here, I daren't say no.
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Scorched.
Ashen by the flaming fury
Of a memory.
Scorned.
By my beloved enemy.
Time tells,
Wait.
Until life turns
A moment
will be mine to take.
What was,
will again be.
When the moment calls,
My fire will burn
Steadily.
By 3sha
I think it's high time I wrote a novel on stupid AE (account executive) requests. I've had my fair share of headaches coming from people who don't know the ins and outs of art production, the programs involved, and the protocols needed for a productiove output.
My most recent headache came from an AE who asked if I could supply 2D and 3D artworks to our clients (clients, on the otherhand are even worst than unthinking AEs) . I asked, "What? You do know we are an agency and CG renderings are and should always be given to suppliers. I can only do a very close rendition of it but everything will be in 2D." (since I have no access to 3D rendering programs) So when I submitted the requirements in, the AE calls me up to ask me AGAIN if the fil s I had given were in 2D in 3D format. Ummm, hellloooooo! jpegs file , printed out files and emailed files are all in 2D FLAT format. All I can do to the damned thing is emboss it through photoshop, now if you call that 3D rendering, I'd wring your neck.
Yet another set of stupid requests come from a publications place I worked in. To tell you the truth, I think I just wasted my time trying to fix up their broken system. Not to mention a broken set of people. It was an every month task to plan on the pagenation of the magazine. My ex-boss would often give me plan of 52 pages for the mag, in which at the last few days of final artwork or production he would then lessen the pagers to 40. God, I'd have to re-layout each and every page to fit that request even if I spent the next week awake 'til 5am.
My patience thins everytime I encounter these types of people. People who are already high up in their line of work but don't really have enough brains to understand the weight of their stupid requests. I once had a client who was the marketing manager of a bank, throughout the meeting I would often wonder how in the world did he become a manager. He always suggested cheesy marketing strategies, he was even proud of a video MTV-type production he did for the bank's theme song, and believe me the production wasn't even an inch close to being an MTV. It was sad to say closer to a highschool video production. The worst part of this was that I'd have to sit in his office watching the stupid thing because he wanted me to see it and comment on an already produced work. Yuck.
By 3sha
It seems as if I've been chasing up on my non-blogging days now that I've blogged three straight entries in just a day. haha.
Serves me right for not paying enough attention to my blog.
I've recently been playing too much online electric air hockey lately that I'm beginning to feel my wrists twitch. Come to think of it my health's not that good so far. Blame on stress. I always feel like though I'm on the brink of breaking out with a fever or something close to that.
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I'm now a certified CSI fan. I watch the DVD morning and night. Yikes. I'm addicted to it.
CSI Las Vegas of course is my favorite. Grissom's character is pretty interesting.
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I would still have to go to Caloocan tomorrow for my fitting at 5pm. Yuk. That's going to be a really long ride from Makati. It sucks to not be able to control how some things are.
My Uncle's getting married and I got a role to play in the bridal entourage.
Which reminds me, I hate wearing gowns. Not that I look bad on them (hehe) but because I'm mostly uncomfortable. Yeah sure, I do look like a lady once in a while but, 3 hours in a long dress is pure torture.
When I eventually do get married, I will find a way to rid myself of those billowing classic gowns they usually get.
By 3sha
Our boss had a vision.
A vision that each and every one of her creatives will have their own presence in the web - a presence known as Livejournal.
This Livejournal is to be called THEFORVM*. The creative groups' self-baptized name - reminiscent of the long months spent juggling almost all creative projects while she was away on maternity leave.
THEFORVM is to be a place of greatness. Creativity in writing and art. A place to balance out creativity for work against personal creativity.
Each week will have a theme. Each week every member will be required to create an entry.
Each member is obligated to comment on each person's work.
That is, until we all get the hang of this Livejournal thing and until everyone actually joins and updates their journals this vision will then be something.
*Private membership only, but you can browse around though if you want www.livejournal.com/community/theforvm/
By 3sha
Last Sunday was spent doing a general cleaning of our study room, our general family room if you must know. It houses our desktop computer, 3 desks, a library of dictionaries and office supplies. Everyone works in that room. Everyone plays in that room. (That is, if hand-eye gamepad coordination is your forte.) All our phone lines are connected to that room. My brother even has a picture of all 6 of us trying to fit in at the same time, each one doing different things.
With all that going around, that room never fails to look topsy-turvy every time, even after "attempting" to fix it up.
Now, pushing that fact aside, you may now meet our study's resident clutterbug - My mom.
Good lord she collects everything. From plastics (even the kind used to wrap flowers in) to cardboards to the scrappiest kind of paper. Everything she keeps in that one room. She even has a large collection of used eyeglass cases, ballpen shells, unrepairable eyeglasses, cellphone cases, and a very, very old kid's microscope.
Now imagine me sorting through all those things in one precious Sunday.
One of my tactics was to donate all the so-called "collectibles" she kept and give them away to the White cross or to some charity. But alas, I could only persuade her because my mom's undying debate was that we or anyone in the family might need that certain type of knick-knack. I just wanted to quit right there and leave all the unfinished cleaning to someone else.
I even thought I had won the battle by compromising with her to at least pick out 1 or 2 items from her collections and give everything away. But to my dismay, when I got back home late from work, everything that was supposed to be due for charity eventually found their way back to the study.
Sigh...a clutterbug will always be a clutterbug.
By 3sha
Changed my template to devilish RED!hehe Still hurts my eyes from time to time whenever I look at it. Am more than tempted to go back to my former template (flash based header-bubble type of thing) BUT right now I too lazy to surf for the bothersome htmls that come with it.
I still haven't fixed my links. After several tries of going over that html code and rewriting and republishing it, I've finally given up trying to link up to my blog buddies...sigh. I do have to make some time for that again...when I'm more than willing to go through those codes again. For now, do say hi to that little robed cutey at your monitor's bottom left-hand side. ^_^
By 3sha
I recently bought a McFarlane Dragon Figurine. I got the Sorcerer’s clan dragon. It’s a 6 inch figure with really nicely sculpted wings.
Found out about it from a site
www.spawn.com, and couldn’t resist this model, if only because of the crystal ball it was holding in the picture…little did I know that it was going to be ONLY in the picture.
When I finally got the actual figure, the dragon wasn’t holding a crystal violet shade ball, instead it was holding a rubberized Jack stone shaped ball complete with marble effect. How’s that for mass production.
Sigh, now I’ve to look for an actual crystal ball that will fit into that dragon.
By 3sha
Add one up to my toy collection.
Fabo, an officemate and a really cool guy, gave this sexy rocker chick as a gift from his Hongkong trip. Nice huh? It's a character from Vampire Savior (>.< i'm not too familiar with that anime, though)
By 3sha
Flash back to me in highschool on the last day of school. Singing under my breath the eternal school rant song, “No more classes, No more school, No more teacher's dirty looks.”
Ecstatic. I can already imagine myself lounging lazily on my bed watching shows on cable while shoving chips and sodas into my mouth. Almost tasting the first breath of freedom on the tip of my tongue.
Fast forward to me now.
On my desk in an ad agency. Thinking about the last month of hell while ffinishing up details of our latest grueling project. It's exactly 10 hours before holy week break and already I'm feeling giddy from the excitement of a REAL vacation. I haven't had a complete weekend in the last 7 weeks. It sucks not to have enough personal time to be lazy. It sucks getting home from work at 10pm on average only to continue working at home and not be paid for it. It sucks to be involved in a contractual deal for over a year now and not get paid-vacation leaves with it. It sucks not being able to play badminton and feel yourself grow fat by the minute.
Either my Saturdays or Sundays (or both) is shot down by quickie projects given by demanding clients. So this break will be one heck of a holiday for me. Not the same brief vacations I kind of reward myself by being calling in absent for a day or two. This holy week break is going to be legit. None of the salary deductions or work-guilt involved.
Thank God.
By 3sha
The first time I took this test I went straight down to Level 8. So I retook the test a second time and found out that I wasn't able to clearly read some questions. Though, I still do have a HIGH rating for level 8 hehehe >:)
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Test
By 3sha
Drew a quick icon of my "anime" using photoshop. ^_^
By 3sha
And then there was one.
It's a yearly event.
Our maid once again managed to escape last night. "Escape," the word given by my ever so possessive-security-concious father. Escape, like we were all in a military boot camp. Escape...like we were keeping them imprisoned in our house while also ironically paying for the wages they themselves need.
Escape. Such a harsh but very much appropriate word.
It was 12 midnight when we heard curious noises. What turned out to be mistaken for a cat last night, was actually the maid shutting the gate close.
She took with her clothes of her co-worker, along with her sim card and some other hygiene stuff. It was early 6am when my mom found out and came into our room telling us about it. I was half-asleep, the kind of half sleeping with closed eyes deliberating whether to get out of bed that instant or not. Her voice a mixture of sadness, confusion and tired-anger. Later on I knew I'd hear the voice of interrogation, blame and disappointment from my father.
This one caught everyone of us by surprise. The gates are always locked up at night, so how could she have gotten out? Continuous interrogation led to the missing keys of my brother. It went missing 3 days ago (aple time to plan a great escape).
I can never understand why someone given wages and fair treatment would return it this way. I asked people if this ever happened to them, they said yes. So we weren't the only unlucky ones. This might even be a very usual scenario that happens to almost anyone who hires help around the metro.
By 3sha
Peeked through Duskwatcher's blog and found a couple of quizzes that I couldn't help but try out. hehe. This is actually one of my favorite movies plus I've read the book too.
I'm sure it's no big surprise to you that your
romance is The Princess Bride. A heartwarming
tale of "Twue Wuve" that has giants,
Spainards and swashbuckling. You really do
think that love can overcome anything. You may
be a touch naive but your heart is certainly in
the right place. You've probably got one of
those relationships where proper nouns have
been replaced with "Snookums" and
"Pookie Pie". Eww. Beware a cuteness
overload.
What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life? brought to you by Quizilla
.....I do not have snookums or pookie pie in my vocabulary.
By 3sha
Wheeeeeeee....more Naruto figurines! This time they're the full figure! An officemate went to Hongkong and bought this set for me at P350 only!
From L-R: Chouji, ANBU Kakashi, Naruto's Rasengan, Uchiha Sasuke, Kiba & Akamaru ^__^
By 3sha
I was laughing my ass off on the plane to Manila when I opened my airline food tray. I'll have to hand an award to the guy who added little notes at the back of these packets.
FRONT BACK
Towelette Clean and cool
Salt Salt of the Earth
Pepper Spice of Life
Sugar Sweet Sensation
(pwede to sa flavored condom! haha)
PAL definitely needs a good writer haha...
