Just another Power Mac Center(greenbelt 3 branch)story
I entered the said store looking at my iPod kasi I was selecting songs to play. Then I noticed a feature showing me options: JBL on Air 4E09E0 or headphones. At first I thought it was an app I updated pero mukhang hmm, sa Power Mac ata tong feature na’to since I entered their store. kapag chinoose ko yung option na JBL on Air 4E09E0, my songs we’ll be played in loud speakers and I’ll be DJ-ing their store. Ewan ko kung nakuha ko yun through their Wi-Fi which I’m getting access for free(read my “of Wi-Fi Connections and Evil Grins” blog ) pero isa lang ang naisip ko…
Sweet Revenge!!
A couple of months ago, I visited their service center when my headphones got busted. It was still under warranty so I didn’t hesitate to ask for a replacement. Pero this lady representative who was a massive asshole, gave me lame reasons why they couldn’t replace my headphones. It was when I went to the Switch store(Park Square branch beside SM Makati) made me realize that the service center of Power Mac just fucked me in the head kasi walang paliguy-ligoy they got my headphones right away and asked me to return in two weeks to get the replacement.
So, going back to that awesome JBL on Air 4E09E0 loud speakers showing on my iPod, I looked for the best band in Rock and Roll history that is my band, The Eighteens and played it. All of a sudden, the whole store was a party. If I could just photograph the faces of the Power Mac people it would have been cooler. Syempre nagtaka sila kasi nagiba yung tugtog e. So chineck nila yung system nila and changed the song. Wala silang idea kung sino yung nagpapalit ng kanta. I went out of the store pero not too far so I could still get access, and for the second time, I played my song. I could hear my voice singing in the four corners of the room. It was like an album launch.
Sweeet.
tawang tawa lang ako dito glen haha.
help my friend Cj
Dearest boys & girls,
Just to reiterate, here’s how you can help me:
- Download the jpeg template I made. (I attached the font in the zip file too) Here’s the link to the template and the font!
- Fill in the template why you think Wincy Ong is awesome.
- e-mail to iamcjdesilva@gmail.com with the subject: AWESOME
Or simply Or simply send me a fan mail in Tumblr or write it here: askcjdesilva.tumblr.com/askHope I can gather all awesome contributions by April 8!Is’t this the ultimate PDA? Hope you don’t think I’m too cheesy. ;-)THANKS SO MUCH.It should look like this:
The Scientist - Rockabye Baby Lullaby Renditions of Coldplay
Miguel montero - markdown for silent time
silent time’s define
when our thoughts intertwine
whisper no more than
what a silly boy like me
laughing about a water lily
random laughs we had,
on the most cheesy stuff
no issues between us
we’re just friends so they know
no more than no less or so
the way you talk it transfix me
you scolded me , like my mother
the twist of your tongue, enunciate
the words of advice you say,
but always you are
a mystery of life itself
a wonderful gift to me
I know you feel down right now so let me be the friend who holds your hand.
I tweeted awhile ago that I hate Facebook. And Leigh Reyes tweeted me back an essay she wrote.
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Typing “facebook.com” in my browser address bar seems to have been an everyday thing to me, somehow close to an automated action. Many people say that Facebook simulated the social behavior of people in real life, but I disagree. Facebook never was faithful to our real social connections. Being tagged with other people in a photo or commenting on a status, or posting on a Wall, doesn’t mean you’re close - but that’s how Facebook makes it seem like. And even though I’m aware of this fact yet I end up being slightly disappointed that my real-life relationships don’t translate to my online relationships. The people I want to exchange @’s with in Twitter don’t react as much. The person I would wanna post a cool music video or track on my Wall never really had much Facebook interaction with me. And this annoys me. I should be better than this. I should always remember that the real-life connection matters more. But then again, I’m constantly swayed by the browser window activity right in front of me.
Today, I saw something that royally pissed me off. A simple comment on someone else’s video post. It’s a normal online activity but it pissed the hell out of me. Imagine that simple virtual action cause me to feel real emotions. And is it worth it? I don’t know. I’m annoyed. And I think, it’s not what I saw, it’s the fact that I saw it. In real-life, you can streamline what you want to know, what you want to see, just so you can move on. But Facebook is just TMI - too much information.
I hate it too that Facebook allows us to click our way to “Older Posts” (subtext: past).
Who Knows Who Cares - Local Natives (from Gorilla Manor)
Is my life about to change?
Who knows, who cares
Periwinkle - Piñata
we have ice cream stains
go get your trowel
on our worn out shirts
and make it useful
we have dirty brains
revive the nile curse
in our heads since birth
inside your garden
we’re no plutocrats
look at the sprinkler
nor magnet to chics
that was your left wrist
we’re just pesky cats
how cute they all blush
strayin on the streets
the periwinkles
but we love life
and happy indeed
nah…
thankful to the air that we breathe
nah…
we’ve got limited life to live
so live positive
never…
negativity is a little monster to kill!
we have muddy feet
now see the sunrise
marked on our bed sheets
and how it darkens
little hard earned pay
just like the blushing
tryina’ make ends meet
that was your cute cheeks
were no VIPs
a sparrow flights up
nor celebrities
the cloudless blue sky
wer’re just vagrant kids
then fertilizing
with expired IDs
the periwinkles
but we love life
and happy indeed
nah…
thankful to the air that we breathe
nah…
we’ve got limited life to live
so live positive
never…
negativity is a little monster to kill!
sun shining bright
will one day die with the universe
shading all our stars
meaning lightly all created verse
I shudder at the thought
that I won’t ever dent the universe
setting all my sons
and the daughters of my written works
i pray that
the morning sun
will be there each time
i wake up
but i know the light
won’t be there
in time.
but we love life
and happy indeed
nah…
thankful to the air that we breathe
nah…
we’ve got limited life to live
so live positive
never…
negativity is a little monster to kill!





