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I'm Back!

noreply@blogger.com (.) — Fri, 08 May 2015 04:06:00 +0000

Yup, am back to reading, which means I'll be writing again, which means regular updates for this blog.

See you in my next post! :)

Pacquiao: There Goes His Reign

noreply@blogger.com (.) — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 08:33:00 +0000

'Twas a nice Sunday morning and we all woke up early to go to Lahug and watch the Pacquiao/Marquez 4 fight live in pay-per-view.

BF told me days before that we should watch it on big screen rather on some shitty free streaming site online because, as he said, "it could be Pacquiao's last fight". "And he might get knocked out", he added.

Clairvoyant, eh?

So yeah, the whole gang was there - bf & his fam, my young bro & I.

The reason why I'm updating this blog is because Pacquiao lost by KNOCK OUT. The entire Filipino community should know that by now as the bout's been over for almost two hours already.

Everybody's in shock. I am in utter disbelief. And a bit depressed. Well, not really depressed but it made me blog so I guess I'm quite affected.

The first time Pacman got knocked down, I was on the edge of my seat. Good thing he was able to recover on the next round, giving Marquez a good beating with a broken nose and a bloody face and even knocking him down on the 5th round.

After bringing Juan Manuel Marquez down on round 5, Pacquiao became more aggressive. Well, too aggressive and too fraggin' vulnerable for Marquez's quick counter punches.

On the 6th round and what seems to be a Pacquiao round, every Pacquiao fan was starting to see the end of Marquez. He was getting a new dose of punches from Pacman and was obviously starting to get hurt.

Then, just like every great American TV series, there came an oh-my-god-I-can't-believe-it-can-happen twist.

There goes Pacquiao, there goes the champion.. face down on the canvass, not moving, knocked out.

Marquez was able to connect a powerful right punch straight to Pacman's chin.

image ripped from http://ph.sports.yahoo.com

I saw my BF, sitting right next to me, gulped down a glass of sneaked-in whiskey. Yeah, we were able to sneak in whiskey.

PS

I would like to commend Cyber Cafe in Lahug for a very nice accommodation. For just Php 175 (about $5) we were able to watch the fight live in pay-per-view. With a sumptuous 4-menu lunch, bottomless iced tea & fruits on the side.

Young Enough to Tease, Old Enough to Please

noreply@blogger.com (.) — Fri, 02 Nov 2012 09:26:00 +0000

Another year has gone by. I'm 365 days older. Young enough to tease,old enough to please. *smirk

Thank you all for celebrating my day with me.:)

And to the guy I love: Thank you for the pre-birthday gift.The surprise birthday cake.The dinner celebration. The time. The love. ♥

The Cold Water

noreply@blogger.com (.) — Thu, 23 Aug 2012 10:11:00 +0000

She sat on the only red leather chair facing the window, amused by the dancing snow that gathered thickly on the sill. Minutes passed. The whole house remained still. No stirring. Not a single footstep. Nothing.

She heard herself sigh as she witnessed the movement of the westering sun, signalling the darkness. She smiled. Finally, it's time.

She straightened herself up, looking around the room making sure that everything is where they should be. The pink little bag was placed askew on top of the old toy chest. Her purse, which was given as an aniversary gift by her beloved Ted, safely sat on top of the dressing mirror. The bed was covered with fresh sheets. An unwashed glass, with remnants of last night's champagne, was placed beside the reading table, a half-read book next to it. She has read the book three times already, it can no longer stir her.

Ahh. Everyhting is so still, so quiet.

It's gonna be chilly outside. She walked into the other side of the room, opened the closet and took a suede leather coat. She put it over the red dress she's wearing. Ted once told her she looked pretty in that dress that's why she chose to wear it tonight.

The stitched wound on her arm is now starting to feel itchy because of the chill. She scratched it. A small gash opened and a drop of blood seeped through the jacket. She frowned at the gushing blood, then smiled.

It will all soon be over. It's time.

The wind is starting to blew stronger. Strands of her wavy golden streaks covered half of her face. She push them back, tucking them on her ears, and then pulled the coat closer to ward off the chill.

She closed her eyes and she suddenly heard the screeching of the car, the sound of little Peggy crying. The last thing she felt was the touch of cold water on her warm body. Then blackness.

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

noreply@blogger.com (.) — Fri, 10 Aug 2012 04:17:00 +0000

It's a slimeball, life is.

You take one step forward,
it pulls you two steps back.
At some point you stop trying.
Tired.
Drained.
Prostrated from all the fighting.

Serenity: That Holy-Cow-You-Gotta-Watch-This-Right-Now Kind of Movie

noreply@blogger.com (.) — Mon, 16 Jul 2012 10:28:00 +0000

We watched the TV Series version of this movie, Firefly, because we're out of TV Series to watch. That is, we ran out of GREAT TV Series to watch. We're still waiting for Mad Men, Breaking Bad, Game of Thrones and Californication to air their next season.

This guy won't settle for anything but the best - we're done with The Sopranos, The Wire, Rome.. - so he once again Googled the keyword 'best TV Series of all time' (not really sure if that's the keyword he used or if he really Googled it) and came up with a final listing:

OZ by Tom Fontana
Curb Your Enthusiasm by Larry David
Sherlock by Mark Gatiss & Steven Moffat
Firefly by Joss Whedon
I, Claudius by Robert Graves

I wanted to watch #1 or #5 first. He wanted to watch Firefly. It's his list so I have to concede.

Trivia: Firefly was only aired for one season. Fox didn't sign it for a second season. More of that here.

The story's just too good to end without an ending, if you know what I mean. So the creator, Josh Whedon, decided to make a full movie of it.

Here's epic awesomeness for ya'll:

How A Real-Life Love Story Usually Ends

noreply@blogger.com (.) — Thu, 29 Mar 2012 13:01:00 +0000

A relationship can't survive with love alone..especially when both of you have been bruised by previous relationships. No, love won't be able to see you through.

Trust. Without this you'll be walking on eggshells and in no time you'll find yourself zapped out and unhappy. Or worse? You'll keep looking for a way out.

Friendship. This will see you through many twists and bumps.

Appreciation. No matter how much you love someone, if your efforts are left unnoticed and your little deeds taken for granted, you'll suddenly feel weighed down.

Without these, eventually, the once strong tide of love that brought you close together will soon wash you ashore with nothing. No love. No hate. Just pure indifference.

Just a little blog update before my interviewssss. Be good, guys.

I'm Such a Lazy Blogger

noreply@blogger.com (.) — Mon, 05 Mar 2012 12:18:00 +0000

So, sue me!

Been Celibate For 55 Days..

noreply@blogger.com (.) — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 12:47:00 +0000

Yes, this blog has..

and it ends right now.

Miss Universe: Why Philippines Didn't Win & Why She Should've Won

noreply@blogger.com (.) — Tue, 13 Sep 2011 14:37:00 +0000

"Would you change your religious beliefs to marry the person you love? Why and why not?"

Okay here, pageant questions like that are absolute. They should only be answered by a yes or a no.

Yes, I will change.....to marry...because...

or

No, I won't change.....just to marry...because...

There should be no we'll-meet-halfway bullshit or we-can-probably-compromise crap..

Miss Philippines: "If I had to change my religious beliefs, I will not marry the person that I love because the first person that I love is God, who created me. And I have my faith, my principles, and this is what makes me who I am. And if that person loves me, he should love my God too."

Her answer was Catholic-y which made all the descendants of Adam and Eve who were taught that the love of/for GOd is the ultimate love, hurray with pride. But that's it. What about the Muslims?? the Zoastrians?? the Buddhists?? the Atheists?? How about the rest of the universe?? What did they think about her answer??

So let's say she answered "Yes, I will change.....to marry...because..."
What would the Christian community have to say then?? What if all the judges there were Christians?? Surely, there's no way she'll win with that answer.

So you see, her answer wasn't incorrect. It wasn't just convincing enough for the judges..and the rest of the universe.

But to heck with the rest of th universe, only the judges were counting points so let's just say that the "because" part of her answer wasn't enough for the judges. As always, the secret in answering a Yes-or-No/Why-and-Why-Not question always lie in the "because" portion of the answer.

**I know a lot of debater friends who could answer that very same question with either a YES or a NO in a more convincing way.

But personally if you ask me, with her answer, she should've won..:)

My point: She was asked about her personal religious belief, so relative to her belief, her answer was correct and to the point

There. That made me blog again. ^_^

P.S.

I know I've promised to update this blog every week but AN AWFUL LOT (yeah, in caps..and bold too) has been going on lately. Been too confused. Been too busy. Been too lazy. So sue me.

The only reason I'm blogging right now is because I'm procrastinating. And I've been feeling crappy all day so I'm not in the mood to work on any task tonight.

The Silhouette

noreply@blogger.com (.) — Sat, 20 Aug 2011 18:30:00 +0000

He was in the dark sitting on a wooden bench. He was under the shade of a tree, the name of which he doesn't know for he doesn't care to know.

He always went by this spot every Friday afternoon. It was during this time when the park is least animated.

He leaned back on the bench and looked skyward. It's a particularly fine day today, with little clouds and a fine breeze.

Just a few minutes more and the sun would start to set. It was few of the things he went here for, the sunset. His bench was facing west giving him a clear look of the beauty that is about to unfold. The ground was a little bit sloping but not at all steepy. In front of him is a lake. He was, as he calculated, 5 meters above lake-level.

Minutes later, the sun began to lazily crept behind the horizon, leaving a tinge of assorted colors in the sky as the lake brightens up to an orange glow. And before the last rays fade, a streak of pale-yellow light mingled in the pastel-colored sky. It was like a postcard-scene. Every painter's dream.

Now the park is getting dark, light posts started to flicker and one by one the lights went on.

Nighttime's just around the corner. It was now time to go home, he decided..

Slowly he stood from the bench and cast a last glance on the lake. Something caught his attention. Directly in front of him, just a meter from the lake, he saw a silhouette..

P.S.
one of the few stories i wrote a few years back (unfinished obviously). just stumbled upon an old notebook where i kept some of them. i also write love poems those days.

Faraway in a lonesome place
Faraway where there's quite and peace
It was a place so faraway
And I made that place my runaway.

I remembered writing this lame poem. It's for my first teenage love. geez.

I'm gonna look for the original notebook and I'm gonna post all my earlier writing attempts here..

Perry Mason

noreply@blogger.com (.) — Sat, 20 Aug 2011 15:35:00 +0000

Since I've promised (to no one in particular) to update this thing once a week, here's some Perry Mason-related stuff..

Perry Mason just happened to be my all-time fave protagonist, followed by Nero Wolfe, then Archie Goodwin, then some random character on some random novel I've read.

According to Google, Big G as I call it, the image on the left contains the complete list of Perry Mason novels by Erle Stanley Gardner.

And if you're wondering about the red/black stuff on the list..no, they're not for aesthetic purposes. Those highlighted in red were the books I've already read, the black ones are the soon-to-be-read-if-I-stumble-upon-em books.

But I'm starting to lose hope. I think those books no longer exist. I mean they really don't have them here where I can read them. I swear I've hunted and searched for them in my home province. I joined book clubs, became a member of local libraries, checked out all the bookstores and some other pseudo-bookstores to no avail. No one has them. Like really.

Those other Perry Mason books I was able to read were either borrowed from a local library or rented from a bookclub I was once a member of. Some were e-books downloaded, as a birthday gift for me, by a very dear friend (who also downloaded the Nero Wolfe e-books I have now).

So, yes..I'm still in search for those Perry Mason books. I want to collect them all. And the Nero Wolfe ones as well..

..(this is totally unrelated to my post)..just want to mention that a friend told me to post something interesting other than my personal preferences, opinions and goings-on..told him it's a personal blog so the posts mostly are gonna be about personal stuff..i told him however, that i'm gonna make a website of 'interesting' stuff soon..i've been actually planning to make one for months now just been too lazy to get started..plus i haven't really decided yet what domain to buy but i'm really trying to work on it now. :))

The Good Earth

noreply@blogger.com (.) — Sun, 14 Aug 2011 07:15:00 +0000

..is the latest book I've read. It took me 2 months to actually finish this one which is so not like me.You see, if I like a book a lot I do my best to finish it in one reading. Otherwise, I put it down..never to be opened and read again.

So what's with this book?? Why the heck did i keep coming back to it for 2 months??

Reason 1: It was summer. I read during summers, no matter what.
Reason 2: We don't have internet yet so there's nothing to occupy me when I'm home.
Reason 3: The only other worth-reading book I have in my room is 'Anne of Green Gables' which I already read twice last year.
Reason 4: It's actually an interesting book.
Reason 5: Ditto.

Now on to the book..

It's a story of resilience. Sorta like Charles Darwin's Survival of the Fittest theory.

There's this Chinese guy, Wang Lung, who has a piece of land he religiously cultivated and revered. The land became his life. It was able to sustain his entire family through the hardest and most difficult ordeal: drought, floods, famine and revolution.

It's also a story of O-Lan's sacrifices - the sacrifice of a mother and a wife.

I'm not gonna make a full review of the book here so in summary, it's a good book bound to make any reader appreciate life beyond its trivialities.

BOREDOM in Uppercase

noreply@blogger.com (.) — Fri, 12 Aug 2011 22:37:00 +0000

I started writing this entry 10 hours ago. I got distracted and wasted some few precious hours facebook-ing instead. Just basically checking posts of friends on my newsfeed. It's lame, I know. I do that a lot..WASTE time on facebook.

10 hours ago, before facebook got the better of me, I was gonna post how frustrated I am with my Friday night. 'Twas really been a busy week so I was looking forward to pulling out a really fun week-ender with some friends. Maybe have a drink or two, listen to some random live band, and then have another drink or two.

But after work, on my way home, I've decided I'm not ready yet for another friday-night hangover. So I texted my friends to tell them I'm not gonna make it. They replied with 'You're one lousy friend'. I didn't bother to reply. They'll get over it.

So yeah, I went straight home..just to find out no one's home. The fact that everybody's out partying and having a good time, while I'm alone at home with nothing to do, made me cranky. I grudgingly went to my room, turned my lappy on, then posted on Facebook that I'm home alone.Geez.

A few minutes later, boredom started to set in so I scanned my files for a good movie, found nothing that would complement the mood I'm in, so I went back facebook-ing. I got even bored. Darn!

I then attempted to write this blog. But what can you expect from a bored, tired, burned-out mind?? Nothing. A full page of nothingness. The cursor just kept blinking and my screensaver, which was set to pop up after 2 minutes of idleness, kept popping up.

It's true..."Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time." ~Thomas S. Szasz

The blinking and popping went on for some time before I decided to give up and just call it a night.

But I just can't put myself to sleep with sheer will-power alone so I went looking for a sleeping pill.

A book! Any book! I remember the ebook emailed to me the other day by an ex-colleague. It was about programming and coding stuff. I read it. It did the trick! I was zzz-ing my way to dreamland in minutes!

So that's it. One boring Friday night.

And by the way, I ate dinner twice. Like really. I ate a full meal at around 8:00 and another full meal at around 10:00. I binge-eat when I'm bored or frustrated. Or stressed out or happy. Or just anything. I binge-eat. Period.

The Quote of Violence

noreply@blogger.com (.) — Sun, 07 Aug 2011 14:25:00 +0000

I'm watching this American TV series right now. I'm on its 4th season and they've got this thing where they recite quotes within one episode.They were not doing that in the previous seasons. Well, actually, I can't be really sure. I didn't watch the 1st & 2nd season. I went straight to the 3rd season, then the 4th.

Anyway, about the quotes.. I kinda like them. I'm a "quotes" person you see. It's one of the things that cheer me up. Reading quotes.

It's sort of an escape for me. Like when you drink yourself off when you get too stressed out, I read quotes when I get depressed.

I'm not too obssessed with it though. I can't memorize who quoted what. And I don't insert quotes in conversations to make me sound smart. To tell you the truth, I can only recite this one quote:

"I am not conceited. I merely think it's common sense to like myself."

It's one of few from Archie Goodwin, one of my fave detective characters from my 2nd most favorite detective novel. That Archie, he's one arrogant smart arse just like his boss. That's why they both became a favorite. Well, I'll talk more about them on my next posts.

Okay. back to the quotes..and this American TV series.

I got this:

"Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats." ~H.L. Mencken

This reminds me of my tendency-slash-fantasy to go against the norm, defy authority, and to kick some arses off. I actually have a list:

1. Shoplift. This got to be the number one on my list.I wanna do it just to see if I can get away with it.
2. Prick balloons with a needle. Whoa! I always have this impulse everytime I walk by someone with balloons. So tempting.
3. Get hit by a car. I want to know what it feels like when a 1.4 tonne metal, running at an average velocity of 50km/h, connects with my frail body.
4. Slap someone hard on the face. Real hard. I want to feel that stinging feeling on my palm right after a good slap.
5.Get chased by the police. Then get caught so that I can finally have my first mug shot. Voila!

There were 8 or 10 in the original list. It got shorter so I guess I already outgrew some of those stupid urges.

My first post and I'm already talking about violence. yay. :))