Sometimes, when I consider what tremendous consequences come from little things—a chance word, a tap on the shoulder, or a penny dropped on a newsstand—I am tempted to think there are no little things.Bruce Barton
It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn’t in the middle of the room. Life isn’t a support-system for art. It’s the other way around.Stephen King in On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
Upon reaching the vicinity of The Medical City, I found out that the small zippered compartment of my backpack was open. Probably because I walked and crossed Ortigas Ave. using the footbridge.
The footbridge is notorious for pickpockets—hooligans who would position themselves behind unknowing pedestrians wearing backpacks. In a flick of a finger with the featherlike touch, they could unzip bags and take wallets or mobile phones. Or your lunch if it looks very scrumptious.
These are the settings I use (as of December 2019) when making a photo slideshow video—the pictures and music pretty much carry the feel-goodness of the whole presentation.
I like the Ken Burns effect of alternate zooming in and out of picture from one to the next. Give each picture some 4 seconds and when a 2-second transition is added, it will be less at around 2 seconds—just enough to let the audience fixate on a single picture.
Here is the latest video that I made for Jaycelle.
June 15, 2012
To Mr. G. G.,
Good day, I would like to be informed of the objectivity behind the qualifications of being eligible in the GainShare program.
It is apparent that some of my colleagues have the same standing as I in terms of attendance and typing skills yet I wonder why I’m disqualified. I do not wish for them to be in the same situation; I only wish for fairness in our workplace.
This, admittedly, has been affecting my professional outlook and I would like it to be resolved in the soonest since I love working with the D team.
The sadness is creeping and scratching me insane. It feels that I am being treated unfairly. I was not evaluated nor commended when I handled everything by myself, when I extended hours and hours without pay, when I did everything to cover all work and the works of all imaginary EAs (which we have now) and beyond. Now that everything is in a not-so-outstanding condition, that’s when you notice me and appear to favor others.
Please bear with me in these personal expressions. Since we do not have an HR department to air my grievances to, I wrote this letter. Please know that you’ve been a source of inspiration to me in regards to my professional career.
Hoping to speak with you regarding these matters,
A disgruntled employee ready to explode anytime like a hot magma volcano.
A parody letter written for Jaycelle in a time of trouble.
Alas-otso, paglabas ko tabing labasan ng Farmer’s may nasalubong akong mag-syota sa kanan, sabi, “‘To naman, binibiro lang kita.”
Kasabay nun meron naman mag-tropang mukhang mas bata kesa sa nauna, sabi, “Niloloko lang kita, hahaha.”
Biro o loko, parehong salitang pang-asar, pang-gago—sabay-bawi.
Originally published in facebook.com/briansahagun
Sumakay ako sa taxi kaninang umaga papasok sa trabaho, medyo bata pa yung drayber; siguro mga bente-singko.
Nagsimula akong kumuha ng litrato sa kanto ng B. Serrano at 20th ave.
Bandang Medical City, tinanong niya ako kung propesyon ko daw ba ang pagkuha, sabi ko hobby lang.
Medyo edukado ang tono ng boses niya.
Sabi niya, sa pag-da-drayb niya raw, marami na siyang nakikitang magandang kuhanan.
Timz: Auf, IYAK AQ sa banyo nila jaylord..=( wag ka nalang maengay ah.. huhu iayk talga aq huhu..
Timz: Wala ka.. =) magmomove-on na ko.. xkt na.
Timz: Iniwan mq sa ere.. magmomove-on nq..=( naka ilang iyak nq.
Timz: Wala na.. =) makakalimutan dn kta. huhu nd nq iiyak sa trpa..wla k nangiwan ka sa ere.. BE
Timz: WALA KA!!! makkmtan dn kita be..=( qng lam mlng.. Tang ina kalmtan m nq.
Catherine (Deneuve) drapes the floor with cotton clouds as she asks madame if they still have Fire and Ice nail polish. Elizabeth (Mitchell) gets lost.
I sit down, rather casually, puts up with Faye’s (Wong) Hong Dou. Alanis (Morissette) bores holes into my eardrums while singing Your House a capella.
I caught her taking a swig out of the orange juice tetra pack. There was a steady stream about her cheek.
A clownish commotion in the living room was taking the spotlight. That was where I left Cheesecake and Beefcake. They were the cheeky aunties of dear old Clara. You noticed her when she came in just right after me, didn’t you? There were bright drip-drops on her fleece-white polo shirt.
Beefcake was foolishly attaching this He-Man arm to this He-Man body that she got from an Ovaltine pack. Cheescake was jitterbugging to Frank Sinatra’s Dancing on the Ceiling. What irony, I thought. Even this look that dear old Clara had was utter perplexity. We could not grasp what was going on in Cheescake’s click-clacking head.
Finally, we said, “That’s cheeky cheeky bonbon, Cheesecake.” Morosely.
Originally published in facebook.com/briansahagun