Alleluia!

Last weekend was a whirlwind. Woke up early for a wedding and twas my first time to actually be in one. I was assigned to take the cord off and no, I didn’t suck at it. I guess the experiences puts everything in perspective. I don’t know if that’s good now.

In the afternoon I was my usual G.I. Joe self. Twas also my first time to battletest the ghillie suit I just bought a week back. Flying colors, though I was bad enough to not kill someone. I also nearly broke my knee, figuring in a nasty leg clothesline. The trouble with tall grass is that it always seems to hide 3 feet tall cement structures where you least expect them. I’m proud of the bruise, as well as the other cuts I got but damn did it hurt. When I’m more liquid, I’m planning to get myself another gun. Something shorter than the other two I have. Damn these toys.

Spent Saturday night in the office trying to figure out the real meaning of life…not.

Discussions with Nancy always seem to bring back Ateneo Philosophy of Religion days. She’s an officemate who’s really into faith, and I’m the devil……’s advocate. Debates are always enjoyable. But with debates concerning religion, there’s always the big assumption that religious truths are philosophical truths. I think most of the time they’re not, given the human mind’s propensity for wrongful translations. The biggest question always remains to be: how can something as human as, say perhaps, language capture that which is divine? There’s really no good answer for that one, at least none that I’ve completely trusted. Faith they say is a gift. Contact. Carl Sagan.

I miss you Sharm, wuv you! :)

So I had my third oh-shit-i’m-screwed car problem tonight. First one was in Angeles, radiator pipe cracked, engine couldn’t take the heat. Second one was after having my aircon “fixed” at a so-so aircon shop in Katipunan (forgot the establishment’s name but I know where your fucking shop is). Radiator got busted and had to buy a new one at Honda. Well the third one was more surreal than screwed, engine died as we cruised along C5. Tried to restart, wouldn’t. Went out and went through the motions of trying to fix the problem when in fact had no idea what it was in the first place.

Someone on the other side of the road had motor problems too so I called the guys over. Looked like mechanics to me and one sounded like he knew what he was saying. I insisted it wasn’t that I didn’t have gas, the gauge told me so so he thought it must have been a busted fuse. They tried and tried and failed and left. So after 45 minutes of fucking “Marc work” Sharm thinks out loud, “baka you’re out of gas“. So I go, “what the hell I’ve tried everything“. Did I forget to tell you the car stopped at a gasoline station? I should have picked that divine clue up. Galing talaga girl intuition :)

So I buy a liter, loaded it, turned the ignition and lo and behold the car starts.

Bastard.

I hate it when my stomach starts acting up…..again!

I’m smiling. The results of the search engine optimization efforts I did for a website are coming in…and I have pretty decent positions on common keywords. Can you say philippine phone card???

Now if only I can have complete IT’S-MINE-YOU-HEAR control over the ‘macalua’ keyword..no offense to people like Madonna :)

The wonders (and blunders) of telecommuting..I wonder if there’s a progressive Philippine IT company out there who’s into it. I’d kill for an IT manager position that gives me a kick-ass notebook, broadband access and the option to work where I please.

It’s not the time spent working baby, it’s the output! Smart work beats hard work everytime.

Before I forget, here’s the next Marc-Shall-Rule-The-World idea: 100SexiestPinays.com :)