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23 January The Ravager Returns Part IISumbitch. Completely forgot that I had a blog... again.
News of the millennium - I'm getting hitched.
Yeah, you heard that right. About damn time, huh?
Been having the best years of my life lately. Was a time when two of my closest homies were working with me in the same company. Then one had to spread a scandal and hold a grudge against his ex that got him booted out. Dumbf*ck.
Been taking regular vacations now. Been to the beach 3 times last year.
Been playing Dota a lot. Still not very good at it. But getting there.
Been working. And working. And working. And working. And working.....
Life's been good, outside of SkyCable dropping JackTV and Basketball TV.
Lyrics for the day (Metal)
The Longest Day
Iron maiden
In the gloom the gathering storm abates
In the ships gimlet eyes await The call to arms to hammer at the gates To blow them wide throw evil to its fate All summers long the drills to build the machine
To turn men from flesh and blood to steel From paper soldiers to bodies on the beach From summer sands to armageddon's reach Overlord, your master not your god
The enemy coast dawning grey with scud These wretched souls puking, shaking fear To take a bullet for those who sent them here The world's alight, the cliffs erupt in flame
No escape, remorseless shrapnel rains Drowning men no chance for a warrior's fate A choking death enter hell's gate Sliding we go, only fear on our side
To the edge of the wire, And we rush with the tide Oh the water is red, With the blood of the dead But I'm still alive, pray to God I survive How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through How long on this longest day 'Til we finally make it through How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through How long on this longest day 'Til we finally make it through The rising dead, faces bloated torn
They are relieved, the living wait their turn Your number's up, the bullet's got your name You still go on, to hell and back again Valhalla waits, valkyries rise and fall
The warrior tombs, lie open for us all A ghostly hand reaches through the veil Blood and sand, we will prevail Sliding we go, only fear on our side
To the edge of the wire, And we rush with the tide Oh the water is red, With the blood of the dead But I'm still alive, pray to God I survive How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through How long on this longest day 'Til we finally make it through How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through How long on this longest day 'Til we finally make it through How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through How long on this longest day 'Til we finally make it through How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through How long on this longest day 'Til we finally make it through Lyrics for the day (New Wave)
Tears
The Chameleons
It's just coincidence
Well you can talk that way But I have to say I don't believe in it And with the chill of chance I decided to dance the days away And I wasn't worried at all Sneaking through the backdoor No I wasn't worried at all Dreams are what you live for Waiting for the light to turn green
Carry me home To the kindest eyes that I've ever seen Carry me home Can you tell me how will it be now How will it be? Well we were younger then
And the days were long and slow But were we wiser then I couldn't say I wouldn't know But I wasn't worried at all I had someone to run to No I wasn't worried at all I knew which way the wind blew Counting out the chaos and gloom Carry me home And I'll watch the ceiling spin round the room Carry me home Can you tell me how will it be now? How will it be? In the real world how will it be?
In a cold world how will it be? In a lonely world (Beg and crawl) How will it be? Will the ghosts just stop! Following me Now drawn into the sun
He was the only one He cries out to everyone For his only son From the window of my room now I can see the colour blue now You can't even look in my eyes now What would you see If you could look into my eyes now What would you see What would you see It's a coincidence You can talk that way I don't believe in it 19 March The Ravager ReturnsSumbitch. Completely forgot that I had a blog...
What to write? Lotsa shit been happening over the past 6 months since I last posted something here...
Lemme see. Was supposed to go back to Sykes after accepting a pathetic offer for my services but ended up staying, celebrated my first Christmas with a girlfriend for the first time in years, was promoted to Operations Manager, got to watch the WWE RAW Tour at the Araneta Coliseum, had to get surgery for my back problem...
Yep. Lotsa shit going on since my last blog.
Damn... lotsa GOOD shit happening.
Great thing I stayed. Didn't end up regretting my decision. It took me 6 months to nab the post I should've been applying for when I was at Sykes. All's well that ends well, I guess. Now that I'm an Operations Manager, I wanna go back to taking calls full time...
MSN. 3 centers in 2 countries, and 1 client. MSN. They should award me with a loyalty plaque or something...
Got to see Triple H, Big Show, RVD, John Cena, Carlito, Chris Masters, Shelton Benjamin, and... WOOOOO!!!... The Nature Boy, Ric Flair himself when the WWE invaded Manila, despite civil unrest in the streets of Balut Republic. You should've seen me get goosebumps while I was forcing myself to believe that I was actually watching Ric Flair - THE MAN HIMSELF, 16 TIME WORLD CHAMPION AND QUITE POSSIBLY THE GREATEST PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER TO EVER WALK GOD'S GREEN EARTH - wrestle in the flesh. Sure, he lost to Shelton Benjamin (who's a pretty good athlete in his own right), but that doesn't diminish the fact that for 15 minutes I was breathing the same air that he was and we were in the same building together. Why am I making such a big deal about Naitch? I dunno, maybe because he's one of the few wrestlers I truly respected, never needing dumb gimmicks, just pure wrestling ability and athleticism. THE MAN!
Those muscleheads look much bigger on TV. Dammit, next time I'm getting ringside seats...
I'll be celebrating something I've never celebrated before in a week's time. MY VERY FIRST ANNIVERSARY WITH A LOVED ONE. 29 years and this happens for the first time for me. Can't wait for it. It'll be one helluva celebration for my Hon and I.
Lyrics for the day (Metal)
Bastard Nation
Overkill
Twisted torn and ripped,
The balance goes away. Mine is but an active immagination. Tear the boundary down! Know more line. Take a look inside the bastard that you find. Yelling screamed and ripped,
Just to have a say. Yours is but an over exaggeration. Throw the civil down! Kill your fear. Feel the need, to act on what you hear! Did they say we were hard?!
Did they say we were separation?! Citizens of a bastard nation?! Waste me for what I do,
Not for what you hate. Guilt became the prime motivation. Throw the civil down! Kill his seed. Let's cut out the heart to see if it bleeds. Crippled lame and trapped,
The balance falls away. Move, to total separation. Dissolve the boundary now! Kill the line. You become the new! bastard that you find. Did they say we were hard?!
Did they say we were separation?! Citizens of a bastard nation?! I'll walk away if you do.
And I'll stay if you do. What you fear? Fearing be a man. Did they say we were hard?!
Did they say we were separation?! Citizens of a bastard nation?! Lyrics for the day (New Wave)
Suffer the Children
Tears for Fears
It's a sad affair
When there's no one there He calls out in the night And it's so unfair At least it seems that way When you gave him his life And all this time he's been getting you down You ought to pick him up when there's no one around And convince him Just talk to him Cos he knows in his heart you won't be home soon He's an only child in an only room And he's dependant on you And it seems so strange That at the end of the day Making love can be so good But the Pain of birth What is it worth When it don't turn out the way it should 16 September AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!8 sup calls for the whole shift.
EIGHT!
E-I-G-H-T!
I haven't had this many sup calls since I was an L2! Plus I'm behind on QM sessions uploaded (8 sessions vs a quota of 24). Plus I'm overstaying at the office again to make sure my work gets done. Back to the old days, only in a different environment.
I've posted nothing but rants on this blog. I'm beginning to wonder if this is normal for a blogger.
I gotta head to Recto, buy some contraband CDs and do some serious headbanging for stress therapy. Now, THAT'S an idea.
Wonder if those guys have the new Vio-Lence re-issue I asked for the last time I came around? Or the Fear Factory albums I've been looking for...
Of course, a visit to the health spa wouldn't hurt, either...
Or a jam session with the guys. Man, I miss playing "System," "Another Form of Godhood," "The Karmic Chain," and "To The Bondage Born."
Only been on the floor for 2 weeks and I already need a break.
Lyrics for the day (Metal)
Eye of the Beholder
Metallica
Do You See What I See?
Truth Is an Offence You Silence for Your Confidence Do You Hear What I Hear? Doors Are Slamming Shut Limit Your Imagination, Keep You Where They must Do You Feel What I Feel? Bittering Distress Who Decides What You Express Do You Take What I Take? Endurance Is the Word Moving Back Instead of Forward Seems to Me Absurd Doesn't Matter What You See?
Or into it What You Read You Can Do it Your Own Way If It's Done Just How I Say Independence Limited
Freedom of Choice Choice Is Mad for You My Friend Freedom of Speech Speech Is Words That They Will Bend Freedom with Their Exception Do You Fear What I Fear?
Living Properly Truths to You Are Lies to Me Do You Choose What I Choose? More Alternives Energy Derives from Both the plus and Negative Do You Need What I Need? Boundaries Overthrown Look Inside to Each His Own Do You Trust What I Trust? Me, Myself and I Penetrate the Smoke Screen I See Through the Selfishlie Doesn't Matter What You See
Or into it What You Read You Can Do it Your Own Way If It's Done Just How I Say Independence Limited
Freedom of Choice Choice Is Mad for You My Friend Freedom of Speech Speech Is Words That They Will Bend Freedom with Their Exception Do You Know What I Know?
Your Money End Your Wealth Your Silence Just to Hear Your Self Do You Want What I Want? Desire Not a Thing I Hunger after Independence Lengthen Freedom's Ring Doesn't Matter What You See
Or into it What You Read You Can Do it Your Own Way If It's Done Just How I Say Independence Limited
Freedom of Choice Choice Is Mad for You My Friend Freedom of Speech Speech Is Words That They Will Bend Freedom no longer frees you Doesn't Matter What You See
Or into it What You Read You Can Do it Your Own Way If It's Done Just How I Say Lyrics for the day (New Wave)
The Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead
XTC
Peter Pumpkinhead came to town
Spreading wisdom and cash around Fed the starving and housed the poor Showed the vatican what gold's for But he made too many enemies Of the people who would keep us on our knees Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead? Oh my! Peter Pumpkinhead pulled them all Emptied churches and shopping malls Where he spoke, it would raise the roof Peter Pumpkinhead told the truth But he made too many enemies... Peter Pumpkinhead put to shame Governments who would slur his name Plots and sex scandals failed outright Peter merely said Any kind of love is alright But he made too many enemies... Peter Pumpkinhead was too good Had him nailed to a chunk of wood He died grinning on live TV Hanging there he looked a lot like you And an awful lot like me! But he made too many enemies... Hooray for Peter Pumpkin Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead Oh my oh my oh! Doesn't it make you want to cry oh? 07 September Back to Work noticeFinally on the floor.
Let's see... need to meet up with my agents, set up my email account and message rules, provide floor support, familiarize myself with the processes and templates being used, find out who to contact in case problems come up, bang my head against my desktop for leaving Sykes, etc, etc...
No sweat...
Probably get the hang of this in a couple years.
Plus it's raining cats and dogs (and water too), woke up 15 minutes before my shift starts (thus got to work 15 minutes late), and feel like a dog kicked me in the head.
"LASCIATE OGNE SPERANZA, VOI CH'INTRATE!"
(sigh...)
On the lighter side, at least I got to see the guys I loved working with over the past few years when I crashed the Sykes party over at Stars Venue last Monday. Damn, I miss you guys.
Lyrics for the day (Metal)
Pisschrist
Fear Factory
Where are we now?
When we are blind Abandoned faith You left behind Where you betrayed? Or did you lie? Our common fate Our common demise Where is the son?
To light the way Along the path Of our dismay Look to the sky
On judgement day A human god That was man-made So we lie
So we lie So we lie So we lie And so we rise
Just to fall down In reality You're never found I'm reaching out
With sealed eyes I grab for light Visions decried [Repeat fourth verse]
So we lie
So we lie So we lie So we lie Face down, arms out
Nailed to the cross of doubt Blood runs like rain Drowning for this world in vain Crown of black thorns
Human skin, ripped and torn Crown of black thorns Human skin, ripped and torn Where is your savior now? Where is your savior now? Where is your savior now? Where is your savior now? Lyrics for the day (New Wave)
...From Across the Kitchen Table
Pale Fountains
in a cheap hotel room the miraculous way you bucked up when I said you were incredibly beautiful remember Arthur Seaton said he won't be beaten look at jimmy price what with the weight of Christ I don't know they say maybe it's the water across the kitchen table and I don't know they say maybe it's the water you saved my life, I fought you you should have told me to stop why did you let me keep on going for you? I've seen all your hooks, read the important books and thought about the disabled but the only thing between you and me is the fact you laugh when I'm unstable but I don't know they say maybe it's the water across the kitchen table and I don't know they say maybe it's the water you saved my life, I fought you you should have told me to stop why did you let me keep on going for you? in a cheap hotel room the miraculous way you bucked up when I said you were incredibly beautiful remember Arthur Seaton said he won't be beaten look at jimmy price what with the weight of Christ I don't know they say maybe it's the water across the kitchen table and I don't know they say maybe it's the water you saved my life, I fought you you should have told me to stop why did you let me keep on going for you? 03 September TERRIBILIS EST LOCUS ISTEF*CKSHITBITCHWHORECOCKPUSSYMUTHAF*CKA! That's all I can say...
What have I gotten myself into? Even worse, what have I forsaken to be where I am now?
If you're well-versed in Latin, or have read "Holy Blood, Holy Grail," you'll understand what I'm referring to by translating the title of this entry. If you can't tell Latin from Swahili or hate conspiracy novels, then prove your intelligence by finding out what it means for yourself.
If you manage to do so, then you've shown more smarts than I have...
Lyrics for the day (Metal)
Balance of Power
Xentrix
Twisted minds that work as one,
They plot your destiny. You stand and watch your only son, Deprived of dignity. Contempt and hatred all you feel, Devoted loyalty. A wound you know will never heal. Doubting integrity. You sent him out to pay the price. Did what you thought was best. You sent him out to be a man. Almost laid to rest. Unseen powers that deal the cards, Faceless homocide. A bitter rage you can't reveal, Because of stupid pride. What you want ain't always good for you. It's just the way the balance swings for you, Balance swings for you. Have no conscience, feel no pain, All you need's a flag. No glory now, the switch is made, Uniform to body bag. But after all, did you see the truth? Find the real war? What you want ain't always good for you. No cause worth dying for. What you want... Lyrics for the day (New Wave)
Whatever Possessed You
Care
Goodbye my love Heaven it has been long Now young men's arms Don't seem quite so strong
Never darken my door
Never darken my door
Never darken my door 01 September 5 days before go live...Welcome the blog virgin.
I am having just the sickest sense of deja vu I've had in quite a while. Feels like I'm reliving 3 different chronologically significant events in a matter of a week. Let's see... feeling like the training I'm getting right now is a pathetic waste of my goddamn time - yup, been there, done that (all those management training seminars back at my old company)... going through the exact same curriculum and watching my co-trainees' faces get plastered with that "information overload" look - yeah, definitely seen that before (5 months of training the same material in El Salvador)... butterflies in the stomach in anticipation of finally hitting the floor and being productive - now THAT I haven't felt in a while. I'm guessing the last time that feeling crept over me was when I was newly promoted to the Team Lead post back in Sykes.
Speaking of Sykes, I miss that company already. Dropped by RS yesterday to set the 26th floor on fire if IT still wasn't through signing my clearance form. Good thing they were done with it. Felt a cold wave of nostalgia smother me on the elevator ride up. Had a hard time filling out the exit interview form since I didn't know why I chose to leave such a great company and roll the dice by moving over to a new one. Then I remembered the loathing and discontent I felt during my last few days with the company that was caused by the walking abomination every sentient organism on the 25th floor had grown to detest with the most hellish of spite. Oh, yeah... THAT'S why...
Now the whole class is idle. Everyone either browsing, updating their webpages and shit. As for me, I'm listening to Echo and the Bunnymen's rendition of the Doors' classic "People Are Strange" while writing my very first blog. Nobody feels like asking who'll be handling our class today. And to think this class is comprised of 11 Team Managers due to go live next Monday.
Oh yeah... Mom's coming home tomorrow. Hope she brings back some candy for my girlfriend and Pop Tarts for me.
Lyrics for the day (Metal)
Mentally Afflicted
Vio-Lence
Enter I, disturbing peace of mind pressure reflects me. Manipulate, and break the feeling of faith. Weak fools obsess me. Glare inside, shines my mind it's quite distorted, it's so cruel. Afflicted traits, extending outward my hate sharp words detest you. I am the thorn in the side. Pressure that's never denied. Call me - Call me - Call me mad. My look is often a grin cold as it's sin. Call me - Call me - Call me mad. We evil kind, we evil subject your pride intent oppression. An open sore, into it salt we will pour verbal aggression! Conscience collapsed, feelings for you waxed by my mental affliction. I carry pride, I hold it high at my side cause your submission. I am the thorn in the side. Pressure that's never denied. Call me - Call me - Call me mad. My look is often a grin cold as it's sin. Call me - Call me - Call me mad. At times I'd love to feel the break of your spine. Your pain, my hand, my God, that would do me just fine. But intelligence tells me constrain, don't do that. Use your wit, make 'em pay, verbal attack. Your cowardice, your whimpering makes me sick. In your face, your ugliness, on it I could spit. Divine reprisal, I'm getting under your skin. Contemptuous me, I will always win. Cold hate. Feel the pain to which I relate, my Harsh Hell. Satisfies, sanctifies me as well. Lyrics for the day (New Wave)
Confession The Color Field well i the sweetest sight well we soldiered on for 15 days the greatest thing and we found love on a stained glass plate we found love on a golden day you touched my head and gave me faith you said i must be strong in this world of hate so kiss my lips and take my breath away kiss my lips and take my breath away |
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