tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125652842012-02-17T11:50:12.643+08:00Insanely idiotic, mind-bogglingly brilliant, and all points in-between; more of the former.Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.comBlogger1861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-2602592299262527912010-02-24T01:57:00.002+08:002010-02-24T01:58:22.029+08:00

Finally, I've moved. Here, if you're interested.

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-22310765334873987172009-08-18T15:27:00.003+08:002009-08-18T15:44:16.935+08:00

(photo by Zer Cabatuan)In the dream, the old man tells me, “Come in. Come in boy. The show’s just beginning.”And I do.The theatre is filled with people, young and old – one child is holding a cotton candy cone in her hand, laughing, giggling; a thirty-something woman sits near the aisle, sobbing; I see a couple kissing in a corner.At first I don’t get it. The screen is showing nothing but static

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-79048616506841424862009-07-29T23:55:00.004+08:002009-07-30T09:38:58.094+08:00

“We finish,” says the man.“Each other’s sentences,” says the woman.“She’d like a Cosmopolitan,” says the man to the bartender.“He’ll have a Jack Daniels on the rocks,” says his companion.“Isn’t this place wonderful?” They exclaim together, and giggle like high school sweethearts who’ve only been going out for a month.Arms around each other, they go back to their table, sipping their drinks.You

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-88144889495680673872009-07-14T21:56:00.007+08:002009-07-14T22:20:46.485+08:00

July 18, Saturday is a big day.I.I was a bit late in registering, but it seems I've made it into the official list of participants for the 2009 Scott Kelby Worldwide Photowalk - Pasig. It's just for two hours, all free shooting, and just a tricycle ride away from home. Here's to fingers crossed to get at least a honorable mention for the contest (which is international, LOL) afterward, but just

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-58135304278490158732009-07-09T23:12:00.004+08:002009-07-09T23:37:16.062+08:00

I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo.Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.===============Serendra, on a hot, Saturday afternoon:

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-61458487535923221332009-06-22T18:07:00.001+08:002009-06-22T18:09:21.084+08:00

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-41265195136291905742009-06-19T14:14:00.003+08:002009-06-19T14:17:16.025+08:00

Lougee Basabas, the vocalist of DeLara (formerly Mojofly). Taken with ambient light only at the band's 1st anniversary at Route 196 Bar, Katipunan.

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-53220674036949784452009-06-16T19:50:00.004+08:002009-06-16T19:59:16.511+08:00

Random shot of the day:In lieu of my very erratic posting, I've decided to keep this blog (and the connecting one in Multiply as well) alive by posting a shot from my library from time to time. I might also post a short vignette inspired the photo as long as I have the inspiration and the brain power for it.

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-6680833256097679262009-06-13T23:28:00.002+08:002009-06-13T23:32:35.104+08:00

The Time Traveler's Wife has always been one of my favorite novels, and I'm really excited to see it translated into the big screen. I desperately hope that they do a good job of it.Here's the trailer.Wow. Just wow.

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-72542328221744802462009-04-23T12:55:00.003+08:002009-04-23T13:04:47.893+08:00

For some insane reason, I cannot get the image of a raincoat clad Christian Bale dancing to the tune of Huey and the News' 'Hip to be Square' - right before smashing an axe into an annoying co-worker's head. Bloody genius.American Psycho isn't really a movie that blew me away (I haven't finished it though), but still, it has it's moments. Unlike "Let the Right One In', the Swedish vampire movie

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-48184355688636236472009-02-23T11:03:00.004+08:002009-02-23T18:22:57.509+08:00

Slumdog Millionaire has been getting a lot of hype lately, and I, for one, think it deserves it.Set in the slums of Mumbai, Slumdog Millionaire is, simply, a rags-to-riches story of a boy who went from the shit-diving fanboy (watch the movie and you'll understand) to the 20 million-Rupee winner of the local version of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire - and gets the girl of his dreams in the process.

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-10678610991188578912009-02-04T17:32:00.004+08:002009-02-04T18:24:44.405+08:00

I never thought Stephen King was such a two-bit hack to resort to stealing lines from others. He just went public using my words!"Stephenie Meyer can't write worth a darn."LOL.It's fine that people are starting to read more now, but the problem is WHAT they're reading. There are a lot of well-written, easy-to-read books out there, both by Filipino and foreign authors. It's just too bad that crap

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-79916791295259447742009-02-04T15:12:00.004+08:002009-02-04T15:44:54.485+08:00

I am waiting for an arrival, a return, a promised sign.This can be futile, or immensely pathetic:in Erwartung (Waiting),a woman waits for her lover, at night, in the forest;I am waiting for no more than a telephone call,but the anxiety is the same. Everything is solemn:I have no sense of proportions.- Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse===========I'll admit that the theme is a bit off - a cute

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-90690088119428112662009-01-06T14:23:00.004+08:002009-01-06T14:27:33.495+08:00

I'm not being lazy this time, I swear, I just wanted to post this.=============="One might think that this spectacle is not unlike that of the many ordinary folk who drifted by the windows of the appliance or dress shops last Christmas and dreamt of the giant Samsung LCD or the sleek gown displayed there, imagining what joy it would be to have it, what sense of fulfillment it would bring to their

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-84114521773221840652009-01-02T11:10:00.002+08:002009-01-02T11:20:34.355+08:00

I suddenly feel compelled all of a sudden to post something in lieu of the New Year--which basically only really means a change of date--and I do realize that it's been AGES since I last put something here.But what a year 2008 was. It was easily one of the most trying for me emotionally--which I will not expound on; the people who know me know what I'm talking about. But I am still thankful for

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-53160939424468507822008-10-30T14:28:00.007+08:002008-10-30T15:17:49.689+08:00

Guess what these are?Two tickets to the gala production of Hairspray! Yay!I also was able to get my hands on some press photos showing the cast--unfortunately, Michael de Mesa is not in his fat suit, and apparently Corny Collins is not considered a big role, since I don't know who's playing him or what he looks like. The guy doing Link, despite his name being the same as mine, looks suspiciously

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-48726082722742342112008-10-21T11:57:00.003+08:002008-10-21T12:05:06.717+08:00

Last week it was 'Without Love' from Hairspray, right now it's Gary Granada's 'Mabuti Pa Sila'.===============Mabuti Pa SilaGary GranadaMabuti pa ang mga surot, laging mayrong masisiksikanMabuti pa ang bubble gum, laging mayrong didikitanMabuti pa ang salamin, laging mayrong tumitinginDi tulad kong laging walang pumapansinMabuti pa ang mga lapis, sinusulatan ang papelAt mas mapalad ang kamatis,

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-18771239091515560082008-10-17T11:03:00.006+08:002008-10-17T14:20:44.158+08:00

One of the things I've been looking forward to in 2008 (besides 13th month pay) is Atlantis' local version of Hairspray, the hit broadway musical--which was also made into a movie starring Zac Efron, James Marsden (t3h m4n!),  Queen Latifah, Christopher Walken, Amanda Bynes, Michelle Pfeiffer, and John Travolta as a woman.Anyways, I've just run across news about the cast--beginning with the

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-41800935115261490382008-10-01T13:31:00.004+08:002008-10-02T00:24:23.656+08:00

I set out on a narrow and broken road long ago,and now I pray and hope I'm nearing the end,nearing home.

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-34078933939954041662008-09-08T17:41:00.004+08:002008-09-08T18:45:10.813+08:00

"Realize, then, that impoverishment is also a teacher, unique in its capacity to renew, and that its yield, when it ends, is a passionate openness which in turn re-invests the world with meaning.” - Louse GluckI found this quote in Naya's blog, which I visit from time to time, because she is a writer I have great admiration for, and reading her entries shows just how much more of my writerly self

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-69457067752367727862008-08-18T11:59:00.002+08:002008-08-18T12:19:24.463+08:00

Without going into specifics, I'd say I've found quite a pleasant diversion in Bones, a CSI-like series with a dash of humor thrown into the mix. All the characters are lovable and extremely unique, the dialogue is fast-paced and clever enough to keep me occupied temporarily. Of course I hardly understand any of the scientific jargon they regularly throw at me, the hapless viewer, but it's

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-90586186577300021662008-07-12T00:55:00.007+08:002008-08-05T12:48:57.634+08:00

It's hard to put down something profound, something decent on paper--digital or otherwise--when there are things (read: thing; read DEEPER: PERSON) that just bleeds you dry.Still, here are some tips that might help that I hope she never reads and remains oblivious to for the rest of her life that I hope somebody richer and more powerful will tell her to her face and she will consequently melt (

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-70118065093261317102008-07-09T17:29:00.003+08:002008-07-09T17:34:05.794+08:00

From Steven Sondheim's broadway hit 'Company'Watch the video here.ROBERT [speaking]: Stop!...What do you get? [Sings]Someone to hold you too close,Someone to hurt you too deep,Someone to sit in your chair,To ruin your sleep.PAUL: That's true, but there's more to it than that.SARAH: Is that all you think there is to it?HARRY: You've got so many reasons for not being with someone, butRobert,you

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-61386764482264110422008-06-14T13:47:00.004+08:002008-06-14T15:38:05.477+08:00

...and attractiveness.But there is! 110 pesos to be exact (prices based on SM Cinema deluxe seats). Still, it was well worth the price to catch Kung Fu Panda with my brother Jemoi last night, which now tops my favorite animated movie list, displacing The Incredibles. Sorry Jack-jack.Kung Fu Panda tells the story of Po the Panda (Jack Black), a big, fat and clumsy panda who dreams of learning kung

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-41684139373325072872008-06-10T09:34:00.002+08:002008-06-10T09:40:19.988+08:00

From Yugatech.com/blog:iPod Shuffle and YugaTech T-Shirt WinnersPublished by: yuga under: Contests.posted: June 9th, 2008Published by: yuga under 18 hours, 14 minutes ago in Contests.-->We’ve got 5 iPod Shuffles and 20 YugaTech T-Shirts to give away today. Check out the name of our winners below and follow instructions on how to claim your prize. Congrats to the lucky winners!For the iPod

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-8660949859728226172008-05-23T00:46:00.005+08:002008-05-23T01:04:31.786+08:00

I.Last night I dreamt of her dancing the boogie with me at a local dance club in downtown I vaguely remember my parents bringing me to one night when I was a kid.We were the only ones below thirty there, she and I—everyone else seemed to be these tired couples who looked old enough to have kids out of college, longing for the good old times. I had asked her to dance and to trust me, and she said

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-75005848146740455482008-04-18T14:33:00.006+08:002008-04-18T17:05:50.209+08:00

There comes a time when I feel like writing something but can't seem to put my finger on it; my fingers grow itchy and my mind wanders to every conceivable this and that and here and there. It's been almost a month too, since my last post, and I do owe it to the few people--some I know, some obscure, some just plain annoying--who come here once in a while to check out my random bursts of insanity

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-23534215863060632792008-03-21T23:30:00.008+08:002008-03-22T00:15:36.627+08:00

Denial is the most predictable of all human responses. - The Architect, The Matrix ReloadedFor months now, I've consistently avoided coming face to face with the fact that the day will come when she has to go away, that there will come a day when we will be thrust into the uncertain and topsy-turvy world of inter-continental relationships. I guess something inside me wanted to believe that

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-40129569958891066272008-02-28T15:21:00.008+08:002008-02-28T23:38:41.335+08:00

My breath smells like sisig now, that delectable mix of diced pork ears, pork liver, onions, and chili peppers served sizzling on a hot cast-iron plate. If only I had a bottle of Pale Pilsen to go with it, and the company of someone particular, ah, that would have truly made my day.=============I’d really like to rant about work—well, not really work, but one fantastically idiotic person at

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-90291287212432494202008-02-11T14:02:00.000+08:002008-02-11T14:12:49.002+08:00

I am here,microscopic dot on microscopic dotwithout any fairy cake.from the wisdom of Wikipedia:The Total Perspective Vortex, in the fictional world of Douglas Adams's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, is the most horrible torture device to which a sentient being can be subjected. Located on Frogstar World B, it shows its victim the entire unimaginable infinity of the universe with a very

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-76013911054795515562008-01-24T11:36:00.000+08:002008-01-24T12:00:27.359+08:00

It’s been awhile since I’ve put down anything that can even be remotely described as concrete, much less sensible. So, in lieu of the just-barely-so-new year, I’d like to say the following:Last year was great. Sure, it was also one of the saddest and crappiest years I’ve ever had, but there were good things too, and I’d like to thank God for that.Sorrows aside, it was a year of finding love again

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-10676909895333473582008-01-11T11:37:00.000+08:002008-01-11T11:42:35.038+08:00

Reserved Realist

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-50890485479582532222008-01-07T11:23:00.000+08:002008-01-07T11:42:37.377+08:00

What better way to start the year than with a song?================Stop this TrainJohn MayerNo, I'm not color blindI know the world is black and whiteTry to keep an open mindBut I just can't sleep on this tonightStop this trainI wanna get offAnd go home againI can't take the speed it's moving inI know I canBut honestly, won't someone stop this train?Don't know how else to say itDon't want to see

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-22894630613477247572007-12-04T22:31:00.000+08:002007-12-05T14:57:32.483+08:00

We all know relationships are hard. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to say that we all have at least a vague idea that real relationships are more than just kisses and walks in the park, or candlelit dinners and holding hands while watching a movie.Nevertheless, it is not unheard off, that two people who previously thought that their promises would hold suddenly drift apart and discover that

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-72359998343398535482007-11-26T10:00:00.000+08:002007-11-26T11:13:36.655+08:00

I’ve always been a big fan of the play—the way it is dynamic and alive (both figuratively and literally), the way it involves the audience in every step and song and dance and line, the way the actor’s voices aren’t just from speakers (Dolby or not, real life is still the best), and the way the scenes aren’t just the best parts cut out and put together in editing from a long timeline of takes one

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-71836097690379884572007-11-22T11:31:00.000+08:002007-11-22T11:38:05.954+08:00

It is human nature, I guess, that we are constantly dissatisfied with what we have. Even during the times fate does give us better circumstances, it is not uncommon for us to see, much less appreciate, how better off we are. It’s always the “should have been” and “what could be better” things that preoccupy us. We are hardly ever satisfied.I guess there’s something in that phenomenon that

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-55493369630255770652007-11-20T17:40:00.000+08:002007-11-20T17:56:35.821+08:00

Tagged by Avi.Rules: 1. Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them. 2. Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below). 3. Pick your month of birth. 4. Highlight the traits that apply to you. 5. Tag 12 people and let them know by visiting their blogs and leaving a comment for them. 6. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve done it!I was born in:APRIL:

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-60802341809210370962007-11-14T14:39:00.000+08:002007-11-14T16:07:24.509+08:00

I haven't looked forward to payday as much I do today. That's what happens when there's only an un-withdrawable 80 pesos left in my ATM and a measly 200 in my wallet. And that's all I have left for food (food, glorious food!) and transportation until tomorrow. The situation has become so dramatially dire that while eating lunch this noon, I seriously considered walking all the way home. I am that

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-40524954984032864082007-11-12T17:51:00.000+08:002007-11-12T22:25:33.741+08:00

The good:- Very spiffy-looking interface and graphics.- Customization galore!- Easier to understand system functions.The bad:- the dreaded "Vista Pause"--which effectively renders void all the good things.Ampf.

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-69050383505137086992007-10-27T19:28:00.000+08:002007-10-27T19:31:03.388+08:00

The Five Love LanguagesMy primary love language is probablyPhysical Touchwith a secondary love language beingQuality Time.Complete set of resultsPhysical Touch: 10Quality Time: 8Acts of Service: 7Words of Affirmation: 4Receiving Gifts: 1 Information Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-89399927876672136412007-10-26T10:01:00.000+08:002007-10-26T10:48:10.722+08:00

Words are flying out likeendless rain into a paper cupThey slither while they passThey slip away across the universePools of sorrow waves of joyare drifting thorough my open mindPossessing and caressing meBeatles songs are playing themselves in my head, and I don't know if that's a good thing.These past few days I've gone from frustrated and sad and back at my inability to finish the story I want

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-87884045624860810792007-10-18T10:46:00.000+08:002007-10-18T14:43:18.959+08:00

I’ve talked to her constantly all this time, and she does not answer. It’s been what, three, four, five days already? I’ve lost track of time, sitting here beside her. I don’t know the last time I ate something. I think I’ve even forgotten how it feels to be hungry.The sadness, the tragedy of it all hangs over me like a death sentence—like being on the platform, hands behind my back, kneeling and

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-12941783006940404082007-10-13T02:07:00.000+08:002007-10-31T10:06:04.195+08:00

Going through my crappy stock of finished and unfinished written stuff, looking for something decent to put down here, I came across this. It's in Filipino, which I am not particularly good at, so you'll (yes you, my dear imaginary reader) have to excuse its shabbiness; besides the fact that I wrote this waaaaaaayyy back in high school for a Filipino class. Its also quite long, so to whomever

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-13927620000478258692007-10-03T10:47:00.000+08:002007-10-03T11:41:15.618+08:00

Hay.I realize that I haven't been able to come up with something concrete these past few weeks, settling instead for the occasional song, or picture series ripped off from the net, or some crappy self-made poem. This is all owing of course, to the fact that I have been slave-driven these past few weeks by that unholy and stupid person I refuse to name, but if you know me, I'm sure you know who

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-8563086709618011482007-09-25T18:36:00.000+08:002007-09-25T18:50:44.993+08:00

Gray RoomDamien RiceWell I've been here beforeSat on the floor in a grey grey roomWhere I stay in all dayI don't eat, but I play with this grey grey foodDesole, if someone is prayin' then I might break out,Desole, even if I scream I can't scream that loudI'm all alone againCrawling back home againStuck by the phone againWell I've been here beforeSat on a floor in a grey grey moodWhere I stay up

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-21407435878002124382007-09-21T09:49:00.000+08:002007-09-21T09:56:41.983+08:00

From www.despair.com:Except that they aren't available in the Philippines. Ampf.

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-71603247091031743622007-09-19T15:02:00.000+08:002007-09-19T15:27:12.728+08:00

'Langyang buhay 'to oo. Maubusan ba naman ako ng tickets para sa Avenue Q.Tsk. Kung hindi ka ba naman mapamura talaga.

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-27100601328233759122007-09-18T09:27:00.000+08:002007-09-18T09:51:44.446+08:00

The light shine on you,and may you shelter in the palm of the Creator's hand.We'll miss you RJ, and the story that you've told so well.

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I’m imagining looking out the window of a bus traveling at 60Seeing nothing but the blur of things passed by,silhouettes of people and places.Maybe this is a song, or something else;A prayer to whomever can hear.I sing of misfortunes and sadness,and pray for a happiness I can wrap my head around on.There’s a song playing in my head, I just can’t sing it;There’s a prayer in my heart, with words I

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-58078487410188233562007-09-10T14:44:00.000+08:002007-09-10T15:52:52.519+08:00

It's Monday again, which is not my particularly favorite day of the week, and I am in dire need of a stress ball. I thank God for small favors like a thoughtful SMS from my favorite person, good anime, and the soundtrack from Hairspray that I have blaring on my earphones (in between anime episodes) in an attempt to tune out all of today's crap.I'm tempted to jump the bandwagon again ang start

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-62402739466782675932007-09-05T11:05:00.000+08:002007-09-05T18:08:40.205+08:00

Apparently, Malu Fernandez has not resigned, and is writing again under the Manila Standard Today. Hence the spiffy online banner below.I knew it. You can't change bad breeding overnight. Malu Fernandez is no different from that asshole who mowed down 3 students in a drunken stupor in UP in broad daylight a couple of years ago; or the people who kill in the name of "brotherhood" and "character

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-22995589677195651822007-09-04T09:57:00.001+08:002007-09-04T10:10:51.209+08:00

It's frustrating, that's what.I want to write, but I can't. I have a few ideas in my head, but I can't seem to get a hold of them completely--one moment I feel like I've gotten it down, but when I actually sit down and write, only horseshit comes out.It's frustrating, that's what.I hate that I have a job--no, correction, I hate it that I can't afford not to have a job--and just lock myself away

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-17455204922726423402007-08-29T17:52:00.000+08:002007-08-30T09:26:59.509+08:00

IkawU-TurnIkaw... hangad ko ay makitaIkaw... tibok ng puso ko ayIkaw... ang pinipintig at kinahihiligan ko ayIkaw...Ikaw... pag gising sa umaga'yIkaw... umabot man ang haponIkaw... ang iniisip kahit na maidlip panaginipIkaw...Anong gayuma ba angGinamit mo at biglang nagbago(nagbagong mundo kong walang)Mundong walang tanglawAy nasikatan ng araw naIkaw... (tanging ikaw)Ikaw... wala na ngang iba

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In the interest of being fair and showing all sides of the story (I am a journalist, after all), here's the apology sent out by Malu Fernandez:Statement from Malu Fernandez on the OFW controversyFriday, August 24, 2007"I am humbled by the vehement and heated response provoked by my article entitled 'From Boracay to Greece!' which came out in the June 2007 issue of People Asia. To say that this

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I've been reading a lot about the article by Malou Fernandez lately, and it's just too good of an issue to pass up. Besides, it's high time I live up to my degree and write about something relevant for a change.If you're looking for the article, page 1 is here, and page 2 is here. Her reaction, written in the Manila Standard Today, can be found here. =============== It's bad journalism--that's

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-79923505995186143952007-08-22T16:19:00.000+08:002007-08-22T16:26:55.289+08:00

What A Difference A Day MadeJamie CullumWhat a difference a day made, twenty four little hoursBrought the sun and the flowers where there used to be rainMy yesterday was blue dearToday I'm a part of you dearMy lonely nights are through dearSince you said you were mineOh, what a difference a day madeThere's a rainbow before meSkies above can't be stormy since that moment of blissThat thrilling

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-61888587129423824212007-07-30T18:43:00.000+08:002007-07-30T18:45:45.536+08:00

This would be me, if I were from Springfield. ^_^

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It’s frustrating sometimes, how life is fraught with complications and twists and turns, how living is always not as simple as it seems.It’s tiring when you think of it, really, the infinite number of possibilities, probabilities, outcomes and endings available in a single lifetime. To contemplate on reality and try to grasp the larger picture that encompasses our small and frail existences is an

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-21367755005249024262007-07-18T09:59:00.000+08:002007-07-18T11:12:47.056+08:00

My mother cooks a mean sinigang. Especially when it's sinigang na bangus sa calamansi, I find myself automatically and gleefully consuming huge amounts of food (rice especially) in one sitting. There was even a time when I managed to eat the cooked equivalent of two cups of bigas.As a testament to my mother's mouth-watering sinigang na bangus sa calamansi--which is really called cusido in Bicol

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-35485712911077260402007-07-11T19:54:00.000+08:002007-07-11T20:36:58.915+08:00

Masquerade!Paper faces on paradeMasquerade!Hide your face,so the world will never find you! - Phantom of the Opera One gets used to it in time: putting on a brave face, wearing a smile, feigning laughter, and saying that everything's fine--when the truth is that it's not. We struggle to move forward, hiding the wounds we sustain under our armor.No one is ever unscathed, and our masks conceal our

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-68409149471404158142007-07-02T10:04:00.000+08:002007-07-02T10:14:17.403+08:00

Got this off Yumi's blog:My Lakbayan grade is C-! (which is downright embarassing; it sucks to be poor!)How much of the Philippines have you visited? Find out at Lakbayan!Created by Eugene Villar.==============Here I am, on a Monday, slaving away at the office despite it being a city-wide holiday. Deadlines are deadlines, holiday or no holiday--and I do need the overtime pay. (sighs)Busy, so busy.

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-77922398037315935412007-06-13T11:52:00.000+08:002007-06-13T12:04:19.317+08:00

"As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture,

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The dismissal bell soundsand I join the rush of peoplecrowding at the clock,buzzing themselves away.The elevatoris filled with facesknown, unknown,and distant chatterof this and that'sI wouldn't know.--After a hard day's workthe walk is quietthrough streetlampsand pavementand lovers reunited--Maneuvering through rival passengersI jump into the first ride,and afterthe clink of coinsand the

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-13148370113411699692007-05-28T09:31:00.000+08:002007-05-28T09:51:24.467+08:00

Will post something else soon. I hope. For now, this (taken from Yo): Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-87467219611186278012007-05-21T14:33:00.000+08:002007-05-21T19:17:21.309+08:00

Okay, I am getting goosebumps from watching the trailer for the much-awaited Starcraft 2. Blizzard has finally gotten off its lofty (not to mention moolah-generating) Warcraft throne to get to work on--what is, in my opinion--the sequel to best and most enjoyable real-time-strategy game of all time. There will still be three races--Protoss, Zerg and Terran--but each race has its own set of both

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-56887236758114716272007-05-09T17:40:00.000+08:002007-05-09T18:26:03.518+08:00

She had always looked good in pictures.He had come across a collection of them stowed away in a square tin box he had put on top of the closet, years ago.She was smiling in this one, a black and white he had taken and developed himself. He remembered putting in the film on the projector and counting from one thousand one to one thousand fifteen for the image to burn into the paper. He would then

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I didn't write this, someone else did.============From thebestpageintheuniverse.net - "MORE lies girls have told me.""All I want is a nice guy that will make me feel special, that will listen to me and love me forever..."Lie. She left off the part about "and a guy that will have plenty of raunchy sex with me because that's all most girls are really looking for, but we're too shallow to admit that

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-58254992961446737812007-04-24T09:16:00.000+08:002007-04-24T09:34:13.585+08:00

Mind TrickJamie CullumI missed the opportunityto get you babe to stay with me.Never thought, I'd regret the excuses that I've madelike a song, it will fadeIf there's music in the night,And it's really, really right,It's the only thing I need.it intoxicates your mindAll your troubles left behindSo come on and take my lead.it's not just me who feels itmusic plays a mind trickwatch me forget about

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-18122940312455298892007-04-18T00:09:00.000+08:002007-04-18T00:58:22.026+08:00

There is a quality to the silence of night. It is something I cannot directly point a finger on, for some reason. Suffice to say that it is a deep and profound stillness, a restful and peaceful quiet. Not like being dead, although since I am, obviously, not deceased at the moment, I cannot say for sure. But what is death but death, and end to a finite existence, a period to a sentence? Death

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Today is a day for sad songs and despair. Today I revel in my absolute cheesiness and melancholy, because I am, deep inside the hard shell I build around me, a soft and sensitive creature. You poke me and I die.Today is a day of rejections, remembered and realized; of abandonment, past and foreseen.Today I remember all my broken hearts – I always make a new one out of the left-over pieces, and it

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-10672354355003222102007-04-06T23:24:00.000+08:002007-04-06T23:50:33.241+08:00

Michael Caine: What did you do on your birthday?Clive Owen: Nothing. Michael Caine: Aw, come on, you must have done something.Clive Owen: Nothing, seriously. It was just another day. Woke up, felt like shit, went to work, felt like shit.- Children of MenOr something to that effect.=========What’s in a birthday? Of course, the terribly cliché answer that’s sure to come out of nearly everyone’s

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-1733725108555721982007-03-31T00:49:00.000+08:002007-04-02T10:02:35.528+08:00

I have watched Stranger than Fiction for two straight nights now, and probably will again in the near future. And I just bought the darn movie only this Thursday last.There's a light but somewhat profound meaning to it; Will Ferrell definitely looks and acts the part of Harold Crick quite well -- a semi-serious role which is a welcome break from the awkward, edgy, and slapstick-ish comedy he's

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-65675485254539004342007-03-30T17:40:00.000+08:002007-03-30T18:46:23.888+08:00

The office clock says 5:42, which leaves about an hour and three minutes before I can go home. I have some tasks to do, but I am currently french-kissing the temptation to do them later or on Monday -- hence my presence here and this entry.But kisses have to stop sometime. Hmmm. Maybe a bit later.I cannot wait to get home; I have have a buttload of DVDs and books I'm excited to devour starting

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-81547668978107564082007-03-29T11:15:00.000+08:002007-03-29T14:45:19.602+08:00

What a little vessel of sadness we are, sailing in this muffled silence through the autumn dark.- John Banville, The Sea

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-1454796684325789042007-03-27T18:25:00.000+08:002007-03-27T18:38:10.620+08:00

Flanked by thewhens and whats and howsdancing, spinning around,reverberating;peering forward,there is only silenceand things hidden in ominous fog.================I need something to drown myself in.

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-60916756142409065892007-03-26T13:48:00.000+08:002007-03-26T17:49:22.601+08:00

First off, the heat these past couple of days has been just horrible. Going outside is like asking to be baked alive. Good thing the office has excellent air-conditioning.===============National Bookstore has always been of my favorite haunts; for the life of me, I cannot explain why I always have the urge to buy pens. Which is why almost everytime I go to NBS I automatically find myself at the

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-51500283129033586762007-03-21T17:50:00.000+08:002007-03-21T18:42:44.320+08:00

The website for Stardust the movie is up, and I am totally beside myself, since Stardust is one of my all-time favorite books, and I've been waiting for sooooo long for this movie. It's billed by a couple of big names like Peter o'Toole, Rupert Everett, Michelle Pfeiffer and Robert de Niro. Ian McKellen is also in the movie as the narrator. I've already reconciled myself to the fact that Claire

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-84671866415955989502007-03-21T16:42:00.000+08:002007-03-21T17:11:34.768+08:00

Why Did You Mess With ForeverJohn MayerI came by to get my thingsThank you for getting the doorBut I don't feel right walking in no moreYou think it's cold I did my crying at homeBut I'm numb now, I'm numb nowBefore I'm on my wayI've one more thing to askWas it worth the price you paidFor my never coming backWhy did you mess with forever?Such a long time to be unkindWhy did you mess with forever?

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-81097417154536879252007-03-21T11:59:00.000+08:002007-03-21T12:01:49.728+08:00

There's the when again, spinning around, reverberating in my head.

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-88176110875557110032007-03-06T13:48:00.000+08:002007-03-06T14:36:32.931+08:00

Of late, my brain has not been in tip-top shape so I've put off posting entries (for a readerless blog anyways); my writing's worse as it is without me having to further embarrass myself by putting up half-wit posts.Here are some remotely interesting things that have happened recently:One:I just got my driver's license recently. You just gotta love red tape. For a thousand bucks, you get the

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The DeadSylvia PlathRevolving in oval loops of solar speed,Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes,Dead men render love and war no heed,Lulled in the ample womb of the full-tilt globe.No spiritual Caesars are these dead;They want no proud paternal kingdom come;And when at last they blunder into bedWorld-wrecked, they seek only oblivion.Rolled round with goodly loam and cradled deep,These bone

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Some people talk consistently about boys or girls, or the latest fashion thingamajigs, or the last gimik they had. Me, I have Mondays.More often than not, the first working day of the week has always managed to keep me in a slump. Especially of late, when the chill is the type that cuts down to the bones and all I want is to stay under the blankets. And so today, the first of my twice-a-month,

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-10238764674989854002007-01-24T17:10:00.000+08:002007-01-24T17:24:19.061+08:00

I am such a Philistine. I only just learned that Jesse Spencer and Jennifer Morrison are engaged in real life! Damn. Damn!Such is life, that I once again have to pick up the pieces of my broken dreams.LOL.

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Ever since high school, one of my most fervent dreams - besides owning a Lamborgini, winning a big literary award, and seeing the cherry blossoms in Japan - was to be the proud owner of a respectable stubble of beard on my chin. I'm almost 24, and the best I can manage is a very, very pathetic version of the beard Gordon Liu strokes in Kill Bill vol. 2.My brother has fared off much better than

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-76845739529291646562007-01-16T15:21:00.000+08:002007-02-01T19:03:19.384+08:00

At last, Hugh Laurie wins something. For his performance of the doctor we all love to hate, Hugh Laurie received the Best Actor Award for Drama in Television for House: MD. W00t!======================In related news, Sacha Baron Cohen won Best Actor for a Musical or Comedy in a Motion Picture for Borat: Cultural Learnings of America. His quote of the night:"This movie was a life-changing

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-35284079773060525242007-01-12T10:01:00.000+08:002007-01-12T10:54:36.863+08:00

My boss had fit just now, cruelly berating - in front of everybody - some guy from utility over some trivial thing. I've never seen her like that; I guess it has something to do with the guy being from utility.It really doesn't seem to matter that the stone age-slash-hunting gathering days are millions of years past; it all still boils down to who has the most power. It may have taken different

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-88772329850847566322007-01-10T21:51:00.000+08:002007-01-10T22:07:07.051+08:00

Its crunch time again - the first of many more to come this year - and I once again find myself crouched in front of my computer, updating progress and files and proofing pages.Naturally all the normal people have gone home and eaten their dinners and gone to bed; I envy them.========================Gentleman Aloneby Pablo Neruda (Translated by Mike Topp)The young maricones and the horny

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And just like that, it all ends.The holidays draw to a close - too bad the crime rate that goes with it won't - and everything's back to normal. I once again have to force myself out of bed every morning to get to work on time, then trudge through morning and evening rush hour every day from Mondays to Fridays, and then I can't look forward to any more additional moolah in my payslip.At least

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-26790910585312323652006-12-22T15:59:00.000+08:002006-12-22T16:38:58.001+08:00

It's frustrating to see how much my writing has deteriorated during these past few months. Writers I once thought were stupid, well, are still stupid, but if before I dismissed them as beneath me (Yes, quite arrogant, I know, thank you.), in terms of skill, I now find myself equal to them, if not much, much, worse.I shall not speak any further on this subject - for now at least - lest I end up

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-16077499037796698262006-12-18T16:24:00.000+08:002006-12-18T17:26:22.049+08:00

In the middle of my travels to the end of the last deadline of the year (yay!), I found myself in Neil Gaiman's blog - which I haven't been to recently - and saw this wonderful link to some pictures from the upcoming Stardust movie. And because I am such a cheesy, melodramatic, sap, I have loved Stardust since the day I started reading page one. I can't wait to see how the movie adaptation will

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-56574246102496465892006-12-13T18:40:00.000+08:002006-12-13T19:26:51.757+08:00

Lesson 1: You cannot count on people to do the right thing. You just can't. It doesn't matter how much you explain or how much in the right you are, people will never understand; you're wrong, and they're right. End of conversation.Lesson 2: People are like horses. I said just a few hours ago that people are like horses with blinders, who see little else than what's in front of them.Lesson 3:

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-66979415877806084702006-12-13T09:38:00.000+08:002006-12-13T19:30:29.879+08:00

---------------------People have this habit of always jumping to judgments and labelling this and that like they know everything; in truth, they're like horses with blinders, oblivious to everything except what's in front of them, spurred on by irrational emotions, misdirected anger, and faulty reasoning. It's enough to make me lose my faith in the human race altogether.Everything's always

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-65584318858044272852006-12-09T11:45:00.000+08:002006-12-09T11:52:58.146+08:00

Today is not a good day. At least so far.

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-81460022103582020662006-12-07T18:53:00.000+08:002006-12-07T19:11:11.338+08:00

I have posted this - thing - in an effort to add some color to this drab and dead thing that is my blog. Taken from Peachy's t3h 1337 Doughnut Factory. And because I have successfully huffed and puffed my deadline away and I'm B-O-R-E-D. Very.And the stuff I've been waiting for hasn't arrived yet... T_TAnyways.Whoa. Really now.At first glance, this might be a good thing, but it really isn't. I

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-9226671443574247292006-12-06T18:22:00.000+08:002006-12-06T18:56:07.450+08:00

The past few days have been pure frustration. A number of significant "things" that I've been waiting for for quite some time now haven't arrived yet - and I still have no idea when it will - and all the while I'm huffing and puffing to blow my deadline away."Every thing's conditional. You just can't always anticipate the conditions." - House, Son of Coma GuyThe only thing that seems good

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-23396157710343582722006-11-28T18:52:00.000+08:002006-11-28T19:50:37.230+08:00

I am really, really, really Grinch-y right now.The holidays may be about good cheer, but hell, there are no rainbows and sunshine and Santa Claus. Not today there isn't.What's so razzle dazzle about Christmas anyway? The season, I mean. If not for the 13th month pay and the Christmas bonuses for some lucky bastards (not like me), I say do away with it completely.Yes, I know Christ was born on

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-8580300338941696362006-11-23T18:31:00.000+08:002006-11-23T18:49:05.129+08:00

It was always the rain.Every drop seemed to contain a moment of his life – his first kiss, his first love, the first time he made love, his first kill, the first time he ceased to be seen – the first time he ceased to be remembered.The first drops always started like that – all the firsts in his life. And as the drizzle turned into an honest-to-goodness shower, he would then see himself listening

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-37175361597834006642006-11-20T20:42:00.000+08:002006-11-21T13:57:01.823+08:00

I haven't got around to posting anything lately, since I haven't found the time to think of anything decent to put here - as if I put anything decent here to begin with. I won't start ranting, even though I've much to rant about, especially since it's a Monday, and I so dislike Mondays.So I'm going to be a lazy ass again and just post a list of upcoming movies I'm going to keep an eye on. You

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-82728891350276344622006-11-10T10:31:00.000+08:002006-11-10T11:54:21.763+08:00

Tingnan mo naman o, kung kailan kailangan ko ng bisyo, saka ko nadiskubre na may DOTA-han pala sa tabi ng opis namin. Ayos, makakapaglaro ako ulit. DOTA ang magiging droga ko. W00t!Ang problema ko na lang ngayon eh kailangan kong pigilan yung urge na mag-cutting-opis. Tim, hindi ka college, bawal na mag-cutting. Mag-trabaho ka nga, tukmol! LOL.Okay. Enough with the Tagalog. Its time to be t3h

Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00165139488307740216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565284.post-83050999706924220742006-11-06T09:39:00.000+08:002006-11-06T09:46:47.744+08:00

Still hung-over (yet again) from the weekend break, going back to work and facing the two-day deadline isn't all peaches and rainbows at all. And when you add all my recent woes these past few days, I am all but dead inside.Why do these things always keep happening to me? Damn it.

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