tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80826232011-04-21T15:30:49.392-07:00'fran-tik (1) mentally deranged; emotionally out of control. (2) marked by fast and nervous, disordered or anxiety-driven activity.frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1154564630478155992006-08-02T17:22:00.000-07:002006-08-02T17:26:20.353-07:00

Never have I seen such beautiful eyesTakes me away, thousands of milesNever have I fought such hold on my heartMelts me away, when we’re apartNever have I touched such smooth skinPuts me away to a place I’ve never beenNever have I held such heavenly thoughtsLike Vincent’s eyes, his divine strokesNever have I felt so deep in my soulUnconditional love, oh! Never before

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1153468177017415822006-07-21T00:48:00.000-07:002006-07-21T00:50:43.556-07:00

Akala mo kung sino kaYabang yabang moBaka nakalimutan mo naMay utang ka pa, noh?Pa-email email ka pa dati“take care”, “how u bespren”, etcngayon deadma na ang emails kokulang na lang, i-delete mopag napagalitan ka ng boss motawag ka agad sa akinngayong naka-corporate look ka nahindi mo na ko pansinpag overtime ka, wait me, parang gagopag ako ngayon ang may sabit, iniiwan mo ko‘tang-ina, sino ka

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1145330954998939642006-04-17T20:22:00.000-07:002006-04-17T20:29:15.010-07:00

Heard from a very reliable source that My Victoria just got married last March 4, 2006... damn this fucking world!

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1140507662797487552006-02-20T23:10:00.000-08:002006-02-21T00:26:52.583-08:00

After the stampede in Ultra, in which more than 70 died, now comes the mudslide in Leyte. According to reports, most of the victims were women and children. My God, what is happening to our country?On the other hand, the country is having its glory day in sports. Champion in the last SEA Games, Pacquiao flooring Morales and just the other day, Viloria successfully defending his world title.These

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1139447869631984742006-02-08T17:10:00.000-08:002006-02-08T17:25:59.430-08:00

Am not much of a Pinoy Big Brother fan. In fact, I never saw a single episode of the previous season. But I think am gonna be watching the celebrity edition more closely because of one reason... Ms. Bianca Gonzales. You see, I have a crush on her ever since she started gracing my TV screen. And, it's gonna be a hell of a treat watching her in a "reality" mode. That would be so cool. Go, Bianca!

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Love songs, love songs. How can we live without 'em? Here are some of my favorite love songs and their killer lyrics:Every Breath You Take - if i was to list the best love songs of all time, this one will be on top.Since you've gone I been lost without a traceI dream at night I can only see your faceI look around but it's you I can't replaceI keep crying baby baby pleaseEvery move you makeEvery

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I would fly ten thousand milesIn the pouring rainJust to see your faceI'd bare my soul to a total strangerJust to say your nameAnd I'm not ashamedJust to love you into every morningI would change my nameAnd run awayI won't do it for moneyI won't do it for prideI won't do it to please somebody elseIf it don't feel rightBut I'll do it for youAnd at least I'll tryI don't need any other reasonThan I

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1124873865453634582005-08-24T01:45:00.000-07:002005-08-24T01:57:45.456-07:00

Just read a news item saying that the company I worked for earned billions of pesos as of the second quarter of this year; at the end of 2004, they reported the largest profit ever by a Philippine corporation. Nice noh? Jump for joy? Nah.. somehow, I just wonder where all those billions go?Come to think of it, if they earn that much money then how come my salary is still shit.. hmm.. if only

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1124327855663028742005-08-17T18:16:00.000-07:002005-08-17T18:21:14.376-07:00

Am now a certified, true blue, genuine, 100% Quentin Tarantino fan.What happened? “Kill Bill” That’s what happened.Yeah, I’ve seen his films, read lots of articles about him and even thought that “Pulp Fiction” is the best movie of the 90’s. But before “Kill Bill”, Q was just one of those filmmakers that I thought was, well… promising.And then, last Saturday night, alone in my pad, after

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1119508949373339562005-06-22T23:25:00.000-07:002005-06-22T23:42:29.380-07:00

Opening CNN.COM, as usual, I went straight to the entertainment section, hehe. Lo' and behold! AFI's top 100 moview quotes is the banner story! Alrightee, the no. 1 on the list is "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!" spoken by Clark Gable in "Gone With The Wind". Oh well, I don't give a damn coz I never liked that film. It's as boring as dead rat over a fly paper (WTF was that?, hehe).

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1118908347850743762005-06-16T00:52:00.000-07:002005-06-16T00:55:09.040-07:00

SYNOPSISTake two very naive, very young French girls--one a thin 15-year-old, Elena (Roxane Mesquida), and the other her fat 12-year-old sister, Anaïs (Anaïs Reboux). Picture them as lambs. Add a manipulative older Italian boy, Fernando (Libero De Rienzo). Picture him as the wolf. Witness from close range as the one of the lambs (the thin one) is devoured by the wolf as the other lamb (the fat

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1984, Van HalenSunday morning, still in bed, our house rocking to the sound of Van Halen!!! Yeah, I miss those days when my brother rocked our house down with his Sunday AM sound tripping.Uh-huh, John Cougar MellencampAfter this album, JCM made my list of all time fav (collected all of his CDs right after listening to this one).Crowded House, Crowded HouseOne of the few albums who's consistently

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1116990449761335212005-05-24T20:07:00.000-07:002005-05-25T01:25:12.656-07:00

This is quite subjective, I know, but hey, this gives me something to write about, hehe..Here goes..Abbey Road, The BeatlesTheir last studio album, this CD contains Lennon's rocker "Come Together", George's heartbreaking "Something" and some of the fab four's all time classics. This Cd sums it all up, "and in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make".A Night At The Opera,

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“When I came here there was more.Now I've come back to destroy,And I've got nothing left,And it's a shame what we've become,When we hurt the ones we love,And it's a place I can not go, anymore.”

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For two months now, I’ve been trying to find the inspiration to write. When (my) Victoria was here pa, the words flowed effortlessly. But now, wala eh. I miss her… a lot. It’s unfair noh? When you gave everything you have in a friendship tapos ung other party gave not as much. So sad..

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1100247412746977292004-11-12T01:13:00.000-08:002004-11-12T00:16:52.746-08:00

Someday you'll be sorry Someday when you're free Memories will remind you That our love was meant to be Late at night when you call my name The only sound you'll hear Is the sound of your voice calling Calling after me

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just consummated an $8 million deal... haay, it’s finally over... months of planning, sleepness nights, coordination, shouting matches, paper works, meetings, those damn lawyers (am fucking hate ‘em)… it’s finally done.. funny isn’t it?… I was responsible for millions of dollars (this one, converted, is equal to P456 million) and yet my compensation/salary is merely an insignificant portion

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1099638531751787452004-11-04T23:01:00.000-08:002004-11-04T23:08:51.753-08:00

Woke up rather woozy this morning, my lips and throat were so fucking dry. The coffee tasted like dirt and my stomach hurts to the max. Flagged down by a traffic policeman at the stretch of South Super Highway, violation: overtaking on the shoulder. Damn! Got to the office late (as usual), turned on the PC and read my emails. What emails? The inbox was fucking empty. Stared at my cell

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1099462597459990902004-11-02T21:53:00.000-08:002004-11-03T16:55:46.503-08:00

My Victoria left sooner than planned. She's supposed to resign from work at the end of the month but some minor problems regarding her papers forced her to leave her job a month earlier. No more early morning phone calls, cute/thought-provoking emails, text messages, etc. It's over, zip! I emailed her two days ago (no reply). I texted her almost 15 times since (no reply). I even tried to call

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1098242698354578312004-10-19T20:22:00.000-07:002004-10-20T01:42:50.943-07:00

Faith: my window to the outside world, my portal to the dreamlands, my lifeline. Without faith, I’m nothing. When the going gets tough, faith fades. Sometimes, it disappears. When faith fails, doubt begins. Questions, questions… millions of questions. With family and friends so hard to find, like a walk in the dark, I can easily get lost. Escape, my only recourse, provides temporary

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1097741413079007632004-10-14T01:05:00.000-07:002004-10-14T01:10:13.080-07:00

(This entry was inspired by an email I received recently from a friend) Ang labo talaga ng LOVE. Lahat ng bagay kayang baligtarin. Yung tama ginagawang mali at yung mali naman ginagawang tama. Haaay naku! Malabo ba? Pero Malinaw. Masaya magmahal, pero malungkot din. Di mo maintindihan pero naiintindihan mo naman. Ayaw mo siyang makita pero nami-miss mo naman. Pag nandyan naman, ayaw mong

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-----Original Message----- From: CRUZ, Victoria J. Sent: Tuesday, October 12, 2004 8:12 AM To: CASTILLO, Jason S. Subject: RE: MONTHLY REPORTS goody! keep on smiling! -----Original Message----- From: CASTILLO, Jason S. Sent: Tuesday, October 12, 2004 8:09 AM To: CRUZ, Victoria J. Subject: RE: MONTHLY REPORTS : ) o ayan poh, smiling na… -----Original Message-----

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Woke up this morning with a smile on my face. My breakfast seemed a little tastier. Got caught up early in traffic along South Super Highway but I didn’t seem to mind. The radio all of a sudden played my favorite songs, back to back. While walking along Makati Avenue on my way to work, the trees seemed greener, the flowers seemed prettier and I thought I had that extra hop as I went upstairs

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‘tang-inang puso ‘to, kabog-kabog, sasabog kamay mo sa shoulders ko para ‘kong tinutunaw na yelo kap'raso ng langit, sa bawat hakbang mo sabay sa kumpay, sa lambing ng radyo mala ulap mong katawan, grabe na ‘to, nakakaloko ‘tang-ina, perfume mo nakaka in-love sa bango pamatay mong mga titig, sukong suko talaga ko hindi na mapipigl sobrang libog na ito bawat giling ng kat'wan ‘tang ina,

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Legend has it that Robert Johnson sold his soul to the Devil at the crossroads of US 61 and US 49 in Rosedale, Mississippi. In exchange, he became the greatest blues guitarist in music history, The King of the Delta Blues. I don’t want to be that legendary. I need not be in history books, either. All I want is the love of My Victoria, maybe a few bucks to tide me over and since am already at

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1096601762075542402004-09-30T20:33:00.000-07:002004-10-03T20:09:32.193-07:00

October 1, 2004 Dear Michael, You don’t know me but I know you pretty well. Oh yes, I do. Been hearing your name quite often, seen your face in pictures, even saw you in a video dancing with a pretty lady. She’s beautiful ain’t she? The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Oh yes, she was you’re girlfriend, I know that. I also know that you’ve hurt her. Took her for granted.

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1096509011792902252004-09-29T18:32:00.000-07:002004-09-30T01:29:27.493-07:00

I love music! Aside from being a movie nut and a book worm, music has always been an addiction also. I was hearing and appreciating music (of all kinds) ever since I can remember. I got my love for rock music from my eldest brother, who literally shook our house during weekends (very early morning at that) playing his LP Vinyl recordings of AC-DC, Juan dela Cruz Band, Sampaguita, Led Zep,

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True to my heart Whisper on my mind Stay awhile If you be so kind Higher and higher Places to be Come what may I’ll never be Tearing us apart This hour by day Looking out for love Nonetheless, stay Stars at midday Stroll by the sun Edge of horizon Barrel of a gun

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1095849461421720772004-09-22T03:33:00.000-07:002004-09-22T22:06:54.443-07:00

Haiku is one of the most important form of Japanese poetry. It's a 17-syllable verse consisting of one idea or expression. The traditional elements of Haiku consist of 17 syllables divided into 3 metrical units of 5-7-5. In Japanese, this convention is a must but in English, there are no strict rules regarding the division as long as it has 17 syllables and it's divided into three segments.

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Umiiyak ka na naman Hindi mo na naman alam ang gagawin mo Nalimutan mo na ba, sabi ko sa’yo Isang hiling mo lang, nandito na ‘ko Iniwan ko naman, cell number ko Mag text ka lang, mabilis pa sa ala-singko Iniwan ka pala niya Ni hindi mo alam kung ano nagawa mo Nalimutan mo na ba, sabi ko sa’yo Walang mangyayari dyan, sa BF mong guapo Iniwan ko naman, yung email ko Mag send ka lang, mabilis pa

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1094115943058892652004-09-02T01:47:00.000-07:002004-09-02T18:19:26.496-07:00

I've always believed that you need to take chances or risks in order to get the rewards. I mean, how can you be the hero who made the winning shot if you didn't shoot it in the first place? How can you win the lotto if you didn't even buy a ticket? Know what I mean? And so, the other day when it was raining hard here in Makati, I sent another email to My Victoria. Again, it's just a simple mail

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1094095850291684362004-09-01T20:14:00.000-07:002004-09-02T01:45:40.633-07:00

Adrien Brody won the Academy Award Best Actor for this film. I didn't see anything special in his acting to deserve the award. Don't get me wrong, he's good. But in my opinion, any other actor can do what he did. I mean, just imagine, Michael Corleone. Can you see another actor playing the role aside from Pacino? No way. But Brody, although he fits the role quite well, just couldn't get into my

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1093829468614346152004-08-29T18:05:00.000-07:002004-08-29T18:31:08.613-07:00

Am the kind of person that rarely remembers his dreams. And if I ever did, it's always the bad ones I remember. But, not last night. Last night, I dreamt of My Victoria (the first time). It's the kind of dream that you'd never want to be awaken from. When I finally did, I desperately tried to sleep again to get at least a taste of the warm and wonderful feeling of being with her (but of course, I

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1093596581282120842004-08-27T01:34:00.000-07:002004-08-27T01:51:10.816-07:00

After countless sleepness nights, endless thoughts and a billion deep breaths, I finally had the courage to send an email to My Victoria. It's just a simple email. It just said "happy weekend! any special plans?" Or so I thought... I sent this an hour ago and I haven't received any reply. No, "happy weekend too", or "thank you for the greeting, you're so sweet". No, nothing. I was totally

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1093587646149596822004-08-26T23:15:00.000-07:002004-08-26T23:20:46.150-07:00

Whew! I finally finished watching and I must say that the film is indeed great! The camera movements/angles were exceptional (well ahead of its time). The storyline was well presented and the plot is excellent. However, I wouldn't put this film at the top of the list but it's way up there at least in the top 5. If you really are a movie fan, this one is a MUST!!!

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1093569881240114602004-08-26T18:10:00.000-07:002004-08-26T23:22:00.176-07:00

I enjoyed watching THE FRENCH CONNECTION yesterday so much that I am planning to see a movie each day here in the office. Now, how am I going to do that? Well, the boss usually comes around 9am or 10am so I have about an hour to watch the first part. Then, after lunch, she usually comes back around 1:30pm to 2pm so, I can watch the second part then. Isn't that a plan or what? Today, I have with

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1093507820131981062004-08-26T00:36:00.000-07:002004-08-26T01:10:20.133-07:00

She's 22, very pretty and quite sexy. Yup, she's the girl of my dreams, working as an executive secretary at the opposite building where I work. How did I met her? Well, her boss and my boss have some kind of a dotted line connection in the corporate organizational chart (they're unofficially coordinating with each other, working together, but nobody must know about it. Heck, I don't even know

frantichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02699594001930123209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8082623.post-1093501132653633282004-08-25T23:06:00.000-07:002004-08-25T23:18:52.653-07:00

Because of the rain, I made it a point to come to the office early today. I got here around 6am, a full 2 hours before the office mates come trickling in with their wet jackets and umbrellas. Am hoping my boss wouldn't come (but then again, I don't wanna miss her pretty face and sexy hu hum). Anyway, with time to spend (am not about to work early, nah ah, not me), I decided to put on the CD ROM

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