Of the Ffs #

I’ve been watching dosages of Jimmy Fallon lately and up until now something is really missing.

The “stand-up” joke part needs a lot of work, sketches usually fall short, and he talks too much (?). He talks too much in a sense that he has to explain the punch line of the joke using it as segue way to the next scenario or whatnot.

He needs some trademark to save the stand-up part. We all know that David can do some crazy sound or just be witty. Jay saves that part by being green and doing the old-school stand-up (the one with the tigidig-tss). And Conan can make visually funny actions and he’s good at exaggeration.

But Jimmy, he mumbles a lot.

Now, the sketches, you have to put people who are really funny even if they are not doing anything funny.

And yeah, people are not that stupid. As I’ve said you don’t have to explain the punch line, we get it. Let’s move on.

I’m not complaining, I’m just comparing… and I miss that read headed guy. And I will be missing Jay-walking soon.

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Facebook is just heating up in the Philippines. A lot of people are getting addicted with the applications and it is quite understandable.

I used to be in that same bright spot before. I was able to spend nights playing Texas hold ‘em. I was able to join stupid groups. And I had a lot of other stuff. And then, I grew tired of it.

Thank God.

(again, this is no really interesting. No interesting kwentos here. You can now move on and watch Cristy-perminute.)

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Don’t you just hate Yahoo mail where they’re trying to do a gmail? And probably Friendster too (tangna, may nagfe-friendster pa ba?) who is trying to do a facebook (actually noon pa ito, pero who cares. Kiss ma-ass.)

These sites should learn, people always go for something new. If you’re just going to give us that same old crap (or a coffee-cat) then people will really get tired of your shit. Look at what’s happening to the mini-blogging world. It is blooming to some parts in our country and Twitter is really a hit in the U.S.

I’m betting at the fourth quarter of this year, people might do more mini-blogging.

Or not.

(I swear. It really is time-consuming. Though it is a great site to check up on your friends, etc. blech.)

Of the zzzzs #

A very very very very very very short post.

Ang sarap. Ang sakit.

Pero masaya sa katawan.

I want more, more, more.

Ngayon lang ito. Naiwan ko sa office yung sinulat ko kanina e. Churva pa naman yun.

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(e di ba sabi mo maikli lang ang isusulat mo? pakyu ka pala e, walang basagan ng itlog este trip.)

Masakit sa hita.
Masakit sa binti.
Masakit sa tuhod.
Maitim ang budhi.

Pinagpawisan ng malupit.
Tumagaktak ng pawis.
Naka-siyam lang ako.
Hindi kasama ang ipis.

Sa susunod na Linggo.
Ako ay uulit.
Paulit-ulit-ulit.
Hanggang tiyan ay mamilipit.

Acheche.

Of the brodtsong #

Ack. I missed last Tuesday’s Broadway-oke. Dang.

I am actually a supporter of broadway musicales as my mom had a great love for the field. I grew up watching Annie and the Sound of Music.

(yes, this is one of those boring entries. Hehehe.)

I may not be familiar with recent broadway songs but I can sure belt out (uy, joke lang yan a. hum lang. hanggang hum lang ang kaya ko.)

Here is the probable list that I might take a look at:

- South Pacific’s Happy Talk

- Little Shop Of Horror’s Little Shop Of Horrors (how redundant)

- Chitty Chitty Bang Bang’s Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (o, redundant na naman!)

- Singin’ In The Rain’s Singin’ In The Rain (stttrrrriiikkke three!!!)

- Cabaret’s The Money Song (actually gusto ko lang manood tapos may sasayaw dun sa kanta ala Batch ’81)

- Annie’s Batumbakal… hahaha… ang korni… Annie’s Tomorrow

- Fiddler On The Roof’s If I Were A Rich Man (if you would remember a few years ago where Gwen Stefani used some parts of the song into her song, basta ganun)

- The King And I’s Getting To Know You and Whistle A Happy Tune (though I really don’t remember kung nandun ba talaga yung whistle, nag wiki lang ako kanina to verify the titles of the song e.)

- Mary Poppin’s A Spoonful of Sugar and Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (pambata syempre at yun ang patok!)

- Funny Girl’s If A Girl Isn’t Pretty and People (gusto ko lang din panoorin itetch, duh. Barbra yan chong, Barbra… Tengco.)

- Oliver’s Where Is Love and I’d Do Anything (now, si Jay-z naman ang gumamit dun sa kantang I’d Do Anything, sounds naughty noh?)

- Jesus Christ Superstar’s uhm… I know a handful of songs from this musicale. Every holy week we would watch this film.

- And The Sound Of Music’s duh… hello?

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Now, when’s the next Broadway-oke?

And yeah!! High School Musical songs too! Woohoo!

I do wish Twilight went to the musicale genre. It would’ve been awe-o-some!

(bukas. try kong sumaya. parang hitik na itlog. ano daw?)

Of the p-lat #

May nabasa akong kasulatan (katabi ko kasi si Brod Pete nung araw na iyon, and yeah, kasama din namin si Brother Jocel) tungkol sa mga pangyayari noon. Sa site ni Ate Argie ko lang naman naulinigan ito.

Hindi ito tungkol sa peklat pero ito yung gusto kong itanong. Nagka-peklat ka na ba (peklat na!)? Oo, yung maliliit na bilog na makinis na nakaukit na sa labas ng balat mo. Yung mga dinulot ng kaligayahan ng iyong kabataan.

Nagtatanong kasi ako sa nanay ko nung isang gabi, kung lubos niyang pinagbawal ang mga bagay-bagay na ginagawa ko nung bata ako. Sabi niya sa akin na hihirit lang siya pero hanggang dun lang. Kumbaga, kung masaktan man ako sa gagawin ko, sagot ko na iyon.

Hindi naman ako nagtataas ng bangko o ano pero sa tingin ko mainam pala talaga ng pagpapalaki ng mga magulang noon. Yung tipong nasasaktan ka, nadadapa, nasusugatan, at nagdudugo. Ok lang pala yun.

Sabi nga dun sa kasulatan na ang mga tao noon o yung mga kabataan, galit sila o angst na tinatawag sa isang sitwasyon o bagay. Maaaring ang gobyerno natin. Maaaring ang paaralan. O kung ano man.

At nakita ko na lang ulit ito sa Plurk, na ang kabataan ba talaga ngayon galit sa wala? Alam na naman ng lahat ito, ito yung tinatawag na emo.

Kung mag-aanalyze tayo, yung mga nasaktang kabataan noon malamang tumanda sila at syempre ayaw nilang mangyari sa mga anak nila yung mga pisikal na sakit na nangyari sa kanila at ngayon natutuwa pa nga sila kasi nasa loob lang ng computer shop yung bata. Hanggang virtual lang yung sakit.

Kunsabagay, nung bata ka, syempre hindi ka pa capable para sa mga hardcore emotional issues. Kumbaga hindi mo alam yun, so malamang pisikal na sakit lang ang mararamdaman mo. At pagtanda mo, lahat na ng sakit mararamdaman mo. At nasa sa iyo na siguro kung paano mo mahahandle yung situation. Kung hindi mo man naramdaman yung mga sakit noon, kahit pisikal man sya, hindi mo maire-reference kung may mangyari man sa iyong hindi kaaya-aya ngayon.

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Hindi ko matatapos tong naiisip ko. Wala akong gustong patunguhan. Naisip ko lang.

Churva lang to.

Pero masarap gumawa ng pag-aaral sa ganitong usapin. Kaso hindi naman ako eksperto sa ganito, papansin lang ako. =)

Of the apol #

It is a great mystery on where we came from. Or on where certain things originate. That’s why legends or alamas err alamats are born.

And who do we usually get these “stories”? We usually get it from old people, from our grandparents, or from people who just don’t have anything to do with their lives. In short, they’re just bored.

Like us here in our home, we get bored too. So, here are (are sya pero dalawa lang naman talaga, so carry na din yun. Bwahahaha) a few “alamats” on the “alamat” of the Star Apple (buti hindi tagalong yung Star Apple, hindi ko alam kung papano yung tamang spelling ng kayimito e. Pero hindi important ito, parang libag lang yan hindi important.)

Here is my version:

There were two scientists who were walking and passed by a tree (yung tree na yan malamang puno na yan nung Star Apple Tree, duh.) The tree then talked to them… joke… One of the scientists blurted out, who is really a color blind person, that the tree is a different type of an apple tree. The other scientist then told his scientist friend, “I beg to disagree.” (sinabi nya talaga yun with full confidence, kahit tanungin mo pa siya) He told his friend that the fruits of the tree look like small planets from afar and gave an illogical explanation on small planets as stars and such.

Sometimes, scientists go cuckoo over simple astronomical things but this is not really part of the story and you’ll usually say this to a young-ling so logic is bypassed most of the time.

Now, an argument of two scientists is usually heated up and since ego is their thing, no one will probably lower themselves to the other. So, they kept on fighting while saying the words, “Star yan!” and “Apple yan!” And eventually it ends up as “Star! Apple! Star! Apple!”

And then a by-passer passes by (duh) the two arguing scientists and finds out that the fruit of the tree is called a Star Apple.

This by-passer then wins the nobel peace prize and is now one of the most respected persons in the field of isaw or internal organ frying.

Now, my mom’s version is quite short and it is quite well, just off the ground. And it goes a little something like this.

If you all remember Hero Angeles (of the Sandara-Hero tandem), he used to be Star Circle’s talent before (duh, may past tense na nga na involved e, sinama pa yung before, sheeesh.) Now, one strand of his hair fell down inside the channel two grounds and then after a few days a small plant grew.

Now, during these few days, Hero was fired by channel two or his contract wasn’t renewed (whatever you want to believe) and then Charo Santos Concio informed the people that since the plant grew inside the grounds of channel two the fruit of that tree shouldn’t be named as Hero Apple (since the fruit really looks like an apple from a weird sort of distance.)

And she finally told every one that it should be named after the Talent Center, that’s why it was named as Star Apple.

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(Sarap ng Star Apple e. Woo-hoo! Ma-dagta nga lang. Pero carry na din.)

Of the boo #

I am going to blame the yaya for the moment, in case the yaya is the one to blame in this scenario.

Orrrr your usual scary movie…

It doesn’t matter.

In this case, I did something last week (if you are a plurk friend, you probably know the gist of the story but of course, there is a whole long story behind every small story. Now, if the story is really really long you might as well think of it as fifty stories high. Hehehe.) If you know me personally or if you’ve been following the crap I’m writing here in Multiply (yihee, loser ka na din pag ganun pag binabasa mo ang kagaguhan ko), then you’d probably notice I love the supernatural stuff.

I don’t usually scare people. I mean, there are three types of people in this case. The first one is the skeptic or the non-believer. It is understandable. Then, there are the believers. These believers are partially scared of the supernatural stuff or even not scared at all. In fact, they might be the people who scare you. And the last are the scared people. Just one drop of scary story and they’ll probably be running away once you start making-kwento or buy a happy meal in Mcdonalds. And yes, that doesn’t make any sense.

Like why Kc and Richard’s love team’s not working.

So, nights before the actual event, we were talking about supernatural stuff in the office. We were talking about palmistry, people getting sick because of some land in someone else’s backyard, or the little kid in the office.

It was awesome that two people are telling the same story, even if they really didn’t talk about it, that there’s a makulit kid in the office who keeps on running around and makes papansin with those people who has heightened senses.

Now, the build-up is probably high in this case.

I think I have to include the fact that my officemate went home early the past week because I told her that she couldn’t probably do an overnight in the office.

And she knows why.

I know. I know the timeline is partially messed up. Let’s see, she didn’t do the overnight, the conversation on the supernatural stuff came next and then…

Just last Saturday; I gave her a simple sentence at three in the afternoon. “ , sino yang katabi mo?”

I was shocked with her shocking reaction. She jumped up from her seat and think of those scared people you see in the movies.

Yeah, she had the same reaction.

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And I felt bad about it. I bought her ice cream after.

(of course, at the back of my mind. I’m still thinking of doing it again. But I won’t.)

Of the legends #

I’ll start this off with the awesome-ness of what we did two nights ago, forgive me for the How I Met Your Mother reference as I’ve been thon-ing (its marathon-ing shortened, pero mas humaba pa siya dun sa sinabi ko making this statement not making any sense, parang life) it for the past few days (I’m into season three, woo-hoo!)

This is the link of what we did:

http://slvrdlphn.multiply.com/video/item/77/The_Big_Bang_Gang

And yes, it is legendary.

I’m hoping the link is open to the pubic errr public. I’m crossing my toes here.

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So, nothing interesting, for me, really happens on reality television lately.

When I say reality television, it doesn’t mean that it’s Survivor, Beauty and the Geeks, or even Takeshi’s Castle. I’m referring to true-to-life news.

As I’ve said, I got bored with your usual television crap lately and I’m still in a look out for something interesting.

Let’s get serious for just a moment. You’d probably heard of those people who’re using Francis M’s death. They’ll be having a benefit concert without any paalam to his family and I just find it so wrong.

(man, tablan naman kayo.)

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And then this incident affected me. It is not about the world’s billionaires losing a part of their wealth. It is not about Tony Blair and Rudy Guliani (it is read as Nginuyani, hehehe) coming in Manila (they’ll be in DLSU, I just don’t know when and me thinks you need 25 kiyaw to enter the event, moving on…) It is not about the Dacer case. And it is not about Manny and Hatton’s fight.

It is about a problem that we Filipinos are shouldering over our shoulders.

It is the current problem with Martin Nievera versus Jomari Yllana.

You see, the real reason why Jomari split up with Pops is due to… hey, read the papers. But somehow, the real reason lies with money. Now, Martin is saying some things against Jomari and Jomari said his piece last weekend.

And I’m surprised that Jomari can do it with class. The next thing that he needs to do is to go quiet again and that’s it. He had said his piece already. That’s class.

And it is so sweet that a thing like this comes up in the middle of March.

Of the rock2 #

Since I’m so lazy with everything that I do nowadays, all I can do is tell people on what they could do.

So, last night, I was back in Mag:net Café. I was back in Rockeoke-ing.

Before anything else, I’m encouraging everyone to drop by to this “solemn” place. Whoever thought of the ideas that they can come up with is a pure genius.

And I’m encouraging everyone because come 12 in the evening, people went bye bye and there were enough people left who enjoyed the event last night. It was kind of different the last time I went there since the house was packed.

As Rex would say, “Pack that sheet! Pack that sheet!”

And before anything else again, they have a lot of other events that goes on in that place. There’s rockeoke night of course and right just now, there’s broadway-oke night where broadway songs are the theme for the night. They used to have a Disney-oke night but I’m not well aware of that. They have a Beer Pong night. And they have a Rock Band night just last week, Guitar Hero’s competition.

And don’t forget their usual SPIT or Silly People’s Improv Theater where it is a take on Carey’s Who’s Line Is It Anyway and they have a Comedy Cartel where stand-up comedians sell out their voices. To which, I won’t probably allow myself to go there. Remember Stanley?

Now, moving on to what happened last night. It was kind of different. The excitement was still there but it wasn’t as high as before. Probably because the hosts are not as good compared to the last time we were there. I’m not saying they’re not good. This is a sort of bias thing. So there.

And it doesn’t matter on how many times you listen to a song, you wouldn’t remember each line and I sang Till I Hear It From You, and it felt like it was… pffft.

Thank God for our impromptu Wannabe, I’m sure we brought the house down. Or as one of the hosts said, “We rocked out Wannabe”. Or something like that.

I’ll be posting our video some time soon or when I get a copy from Penny.

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And this entry seems to get boring-er by the minute. Woo-hoo!

I iz in need of a humour-box, I need to open it ala-Pandora and poof! Out came Koko F**ks errr… yeah.

Of the blah2 #

Mga kaunting bagay lang na gusto kong tandaan o isulat. Hindi naman ito importante. Hindi ito makakatulong sa pagkalugi ng mga uber na mayayaman sa mundo (akalain nyo nalugi ng 25 billion o 25 percent yata si Bill Gates nung nakaraang taon pero sya pa din ang nasa top spot ng Forbes.) At hindi din ito emo post.

Unti-unti nang nalalaos ang emo emo na yan e. Malamang iba na naman ang susunod na pasisikatin ng mga maaarte.

Tulad ko.

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Baka mayroon ako ng Borderline Syndrome.

Ganito yan. Ang borderline churva na yan, bale yung taong meron nito, kaya nyang mag-shift ng mood from one high to another high. Kunwari, nag-dyudyuts ka tapos bigla kang mag-e-ex.

Bwahahaha. Ang korni noh. Pero hindi yan yun.

Kunwari masaya ka tapos bigla kang malulungkot.

Sa Pilipinas ang tawag dun Sisa complex. Kaya ko kasi yan o baka naman sadyang artista at maarte lang ako? Poide din.

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Halos wala na talang nagba-blog masyado ngayon KUNG ikaw ay nasa mundo ng micro-blogging.

Ganito naman yan. Ang Micro para syang Uniwide Sales at S&R na grocery.

Pero korni na naman ito. Hehehe.

Ang micro-blogging, kung nakatira ka pa din sa bundok, yan yung mga tulad ng Twitter at Sylvesterrrr (hehe) tsaka Plurk. Maraming beses ko nang inuulit ito pero ngayon pa lang syempre darating ang epekto ng mga lintek ng micro-blogging na yan.

Nakakaubos talaga sya ng oras.

Pero hindi ako titigil. Masaya pa dun e. Tsaka nakaka-miss lang talaga ang forums.

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At bakit ba uso ang mga namamatay ngayon?

Posible ba yan sa magnetic force na nakakaapekto sa tubig at possibleng makaapekto ito sa tubig sa ating mga utak?

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At yung kantang Kaleidoscope World, parang pamilyar di ba? Narinig nyo na ba yung Here, There and Everwhere ng Limp Bizkit?

Hehehe. Ng Beatles syempre.

Of the 13th #

Apparently Friday the 13^th is just a big bunch of bullshit.

And I was definitely wrong.

(I still believe that this day is not really bad. In fact, I was so happy when I left the office earlier. Maybe, it is just a pure coincidence… or is it?)

But despite my cheery disposition (cheery daw o), one mishap still ensued in the office.

It went up like this. I joined one of the teams’ snacks here in the office and they were in the pantry. So, I sat down and got a drink by opening the two-liter cola and partially closed the cap.

(oh, how informative of me, noh? Do I really have to tell all the details?)

Now, I am an admitted clump errr clumsy person. So, I accidentally bumped the cola and all hell broke loose.

Let us just say three people were all wet after, all the people in front of me were not wet, and even the siomai were not swimming in cola soup.

So, the “wet ones” in this scenario are Jay-r, another employee, and my boss.

What a nice day noh?

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But wait there’s more.

I always have an extra shirt inside my mini-cabinet and the design is the one made by Manix Abrera. It is a Kiko Machine shirt (I’m wearing it as I am writing this.)

The shirt says “Maging Sino Ka Man” with matching “Saan Man”, “Paano Man”, “Ilan Man”, etc all around it.

And I joked the guys on what if our boss wore the shirt?

And they told her.

Whoopee-doo!

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Now, I owe her a signature blouse. Crap.

Of the Ycml #

Various decisions and choices are made every day. Like, would you go and watch the first showing of a movie while you’re still at work? Or even choose watch You Changed My Life over Watchmen?

For my answers, I would say yes to both.

Impulsiveness is good at times and I’m glad I did it. (you can kill me now and tell me I’m not yo’ ho’ anymo’)

Oops! I did it again. Same thing I did with AVSL. I watched it once the cinemas opened and yeah, I did watch it again.

The only different thing this time is I watched the movie in its second week unlike AVSL where I watched it in its third week.

And I will always be right with the way I watch this Pinoy films. I will never watch a Pinoy film in the first week, or even the first three days, of its showing. If you read my entry (hindi ako nag-iisip ng bastos nung sinulat ko to. Pramis) with Richard and Kc’s first movie, then you’d probably know why.

Now, the movie… since the YCML is sort of a follow up or a sequel for AVSL then you won’t probably stop comparing this movie from the previous one.

Let’s go with the positive first. I may say that I liked the reuse of some parts of the movie. The script on relationships and shit (whoever wrote the script, man, it seems you know what you’re talking about). And some new baduy stuff, such as the “behbeh ko” ringtone, the power hug (i still say it is a super hug), and that last break dance move by Sarah (I didn’t see that one coming.)

New casts were also memorable. Like Rowell Santiago’s ex, I won’t tell her name here, you have to watch it. And Beverly Salviaje… Salvaje… Salvatooorrreee…

Now, here’s what I’ve noticed. It was as if the movie was too long. Maybe, the high parts were toned down and drama ensued mostly in the middle and mostly at the end. I wasn’t expecting that, I was in a verge of leaving the theatre. But I stayed put.

And the movie is a big squirming movie. There were lines there that would make you “oh my god. Ang korni!!!”

Sadly though, that some of the supporting actors in the first film weren’t given much light this time.

And I really don’t get Rayver’s non-stop strut and dancing all throughout the movie. No, stupid person would do much of that in public unless if you’re sick or yeah, sick. (wala na kong masabi e. non-stop yung sayaw nya e.)

All in all, I can give this seven probably. (kasi ang gwapo gwapo gwapo ni John Lloy parang malaking pugo lang yung shape nung ulo. Bwahahahahaha!!!!!!!)

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(ang sarap maging jologs. Pramis. Ang kumontra bibigyan ko ng ten seconds…)

And this is actually a week late post.

Of the heads #

Before I go to work at 2 in the morning and go some place else at 4:30 in the morning, I just want to say… “finally…”

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Ever since Mtv broke the news out, I was hesitant in buying a ticket. I asked people around if they’re available and alas no one was really available earlier today.

So, my dilemma is if I watch it, I’ll be alone and if I don’t I will miss this concert.

Friday came and I just said, fuck it, I’m watching.

And I did.

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It was different this time. No personal planning was made. No Jay-r near the stage. No video shooting involved.

I just want to listen to the music. Pathetic as it may seem but, and I guess, I watched it to have closure.

Last year really sucked in terms of the number of songs played and this time they played more than what we asked for.

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And since it was different this time for me, they made it different too.

There was no countdown and instead they did a Z to e “countdown”.

There was an acoustic feel with matching sofa to rest the person who really needs to rest.

There was a reggae version of Huwag Mo Nang Itanong where I first heard it in Saguijo.

There were three guys who did the vocals. We were chanting Buddy all night long and he just said a few words and some back-up vocals. Raims did his usual Sandwich moves and Marcus was simply hilarious.

There was Ely who went down the stage to greet the audience who were in the SVIP section and he even let the people sing Toyang ala pass the mic. It was quite different of Ely to do that. And that’s good.

There was a “burn the piano” moment. If you have a Sticker Happy album, you’ll see the piano there. It’s all scrap now.

And there was a fourth set. Kaleidoscope World was sung on the third set.

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And yes, thank you guys for, and hopefully this is the real final set. If you’re planning a reunion, make it 10 or 15 years from now. We’ll all appreciate it if ever that happens.

(Mabuhay ang E-heads! Makakatulog na ko finally.)

Of the yo #

Aside from the usual Kaleidoscope World in your old-school playlist, I may be one of the few people who still listen to Cold Summer Nights, Meron Akong Ano, and Ito Ang Gusto Ko (and I think I still have that poster for the Royal Tru Orange commercial where this was used and at the same time the artist who sang the song had a concert when I was still in my elementary years.)

And yes, we Bosconians are proud of him (oh, I wish I am right with this one…)

For me, he is one of the few Pinoy rap artists who made a difference. How can a rap artist introduce peace and nationalism through a rap song? Well, he did it.

I am actually still depressed with what happened, even though, and we all know, that he’s going to give up one of these days.

And I am amazed with his courage that up to the very end, he kept on fighting.

To the Man from Manila, the Master Rapper, the Master of Disaster, I hope you enjoy your new journey.

We will always miss you Francis Magalona!

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And I am still depressed up until now.

Of the persee #

Its Open Gaming Meet tomorrow y’all.

If you’re fond of board games (or game boards) and you want to meet a few celebrities… err… new people (read: most of us a geeks and nerds but we are the coolest people in the world, syet tinaas ang bangko) then drop by tomorrow to the OGM.

If you’re interested, do a pm or text me.

I swear its fun to play random games with random people. It’s like a gang-bang but its good clean fun. Bwahahahaha!

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I’m not a planning type of person but I’ll be in Batangas on Sunday and Monday. I’ll be missing a few Internet stuff and I promise to try to create a home-made video *wink* *wink* for everyone.

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More personal things…

I hate my ex-boss. Why is it hard for me to get the incentive that is really for me? I never knew that it is really hard to explain to someone who is not really bright.

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Tomorrow… hay…

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This past week was a roller-coaster ride for me. I miss a lot of things and I want to watch You Changed My Life. I’m assuming people are now lining up for the Watchmen movie and I’m assuming that the movie house would be cold.

And yeah, I want to Watch the Watchmen too! I’ve read the graphic novel and what the fuck is up with that? From what I heard, these SM people are showing in the “cut” version to bring in the R-13 crowd (as SM people are really afraid of being artistic.)

Yes, I’m waiting for a DVD version of Watchmen instead. Torrents, I’ll be watching you (as performed by P. Diddy and the Notorious B.I.G.)

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And yeah, when will Ruffa Gutierrez go on leave. I’m tired of her.

Of the ... #

There was this incident that happened to our community the other night. It was kind of surreal, but I know it might happen.

I drafted something yesterday and in case, worst come into worst, I’ll post it. But alas, apologies were thrown in. I am still not happy though with the result.

An apology from the end person is fine but will it change anything else? I don’t think so.

I am actually sick and tired with what is happening to our community.

I won’t disclose much here but here’s my simple logic behind this. Only the Vatican City is allowed to mix in the religious and political affairs. And that’s it. No simple community should hold that same statement. Imagine this, there are hundreds living in a community. So, why is it that politics, leadership in a community, and religion is mixed?

I think there is something wrong there. Yeah, somewhere in the middle I presume.

I miss the days when people were really friends in this community, circa fifteen years ago (?) I miss all the gatherings when people will really greet people. Where everyone is humane with everyone… When we can consider our community as one…

But alas, all good things have come to an end. There are factions. There are fake friends. There are etc, etc.

You see, just the other day, when my mom came home from work, one of her fingers were bleeding. And that made my eyes red.

I will leave it to this since, as I’ve said, apologies were already thrown to us.

And I am not going to name names. Remember the golf incident? Ha.

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I really do think that I should say something about this. Even if something is telling me to stop. And I have a lot to say about this too but it would be too gruesome to people that people would probably say, “who the hell are you to say that?”

“Oh, I’m just a tired silent minority looking for some real peace and quiet and trying to correct the moral dilemma in our community.”

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Again, no blood should, in any way possible, come from my mother or my father. I’m just here to remind.

And yes, things are meant to be cryptic. Sorry...

Of the hanky #

Today is such a bitchy and crappy day. (tis time of the season where I would just write nonsense. With all those people who waste precious Internet bandwidth, I might as well use a little tiny part of it.)

All I want right now is a little wee bit of comedy. I’ve been haggard all day. I swear one more unnecessary incident that might’ve happened to me earlier, I could’ve stabbed you with my handkerchief.

I’ll put some boogers on it for the sake of making the blood look green…

Or yellow…

Or black.

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I have some real goddamn respect to all those who do the mosh pit and more disrespect to all those guys whose sport, and probably their lives that revolves in, is basketball.

Though I don’t mean disrespect to all my friends out there but syet, give me a break.

You are in a crowd to get posters thrown from the stage; do you really need to push the person in front of you? A piece of long plastic that can be bought in Divisoria, do you really have to push the person in front of you ala box out rebounding?

I don’t think so.

You are so lucky that time that I wasn’t holding anything sharp; I really could’ve stabbed you with my broken heart.

Ooohhh… the rage.

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March is not a good month for me. Today is not a good day for me. Whatever is out there, please I need my happiness back. I’ll give you my movie collection or even my cassette tape collection, just bring my happiness back.

Actually, I just have to sleep and probably feel the good times back when I wake up tomorrow and hopefully my mom gives me that needed recharge.

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Oh God, work tomorrow. Yeah.

Of the Lipa #

A numbered account of what happened yesterday…

(dude. Numbered account? Ano yun? Wala lang. I really don’t know what to call it. Pero churva lang.)

7. Seven in the morning is the time I leave our house and on the way to pick up some people to go to Lipa. And 7:30 in the morning is the time I first met my first pick-up point.

96. 1996 is the model of the vehicle that I used for today. It was sort of a break in and yeah, it turned out it was a good break in and found the improvement the car needs.

4. Four is the number of engine parts that was replaced earlier in Caltex (or Petron, I can’t remember… really) near the Sta. Rosa exit. I’m thanking the staff for the help and my road-trip mates for the patience. (Enter Guns N Roses…)

10. Ten in the morning is the official time that we left the gas station and continued on with our road trip.

3. Three is the number of Towns / Municipalities / Cities that we passed through before arriving in Lipa.

4 again. Four is the number of pieces of the quesadilla type of food sold in KFC. For something like that, I’d rather buy a real quesadilla in a Mexican fast food. Bring me my usual original McChicken errr Chickenjoy errr KFC chicken instead (and hey, that’s redundant actually. It’s Kentucky Fried Chicken Chicken.)

4 for the third time. Four is the number of people who rode in a beautiful BMW owned by Cherie (she was included in the number by the way.) The car is spacey and it is enough for some MOMOL time inside.

3 again. Three is the number of churches I saw in Lipa. Wait, was it really three? Anyway, we stopped by Mt. Carmel and the aura was awesome. It was one of those days where my spirit was not really worthy (referencing Wayne and Garth here. And no, hindi sya si Garth Vader… “Look, I am your fathah.”)

1. One hour worth of KTV in a Family KTV Lodge found across SM Lipa; this place is owned by the owner (how redundant) of the well-known motels in Manila. I should’ve bought a sticker. Sssshhh.

17. Seventeen people who wore green pants or shorts found in the area of Lipa. There was a legend foretold that people who lived in this area adored green bottoms (as opposed to yellow tops.)

5. Five places where Ms. Lipa showed her MOMOL spots in DLSU-D.

1 again. 1 college friend found in a place where I’m not expecting he’ll be there. And vice versa.

1 for the third time. One hand that smells like toffee nut latte.

3 for the third time. 3 hours of driving back home. I’m calling on all mayors or whoever is the official of any of the towns we passed, motorists need lights.

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(tinopak lang aketch…)

Of the top #

The wonderful thing when using the Internet is related to the word anonyminyty errr… anonymimitty errr… anonymity. There you go.

And the worst thing a site can do is to bravely do a list with the number one spot as the highest.

This link is a good example: http://www.ew.com/ew/gallery/0,,20259843,00.html

A known site such as the Entertainment Weekly should be fully aware of the consequences that they do before posting something in the Internet. And they should’ve at least placed a “top 25 list in any order” instead of a who’s who on the best director.

This would always be subjective.

And that’s the hard part in creating a list. People would always have a different taste, a different point of view, a different reference, and more differences that you just have to listen to Ginuwine’s differences to find the real differences in the spot the differences.

What?

I was reviewing the list and I didn’t find any qualifier on how the list was made. Yes, we all know that Spielberg will always be the best active director of our time but Indy 4 last year was so meh. At least I loved Iron Man last year and a lot of people adored The Dark Knight. So, we should start at something first before creating a list (I might have missed it though but from what I understand it all entails to the word Active. Parang bunny wabbit na active sa you know what.)

The person who wrote the list should at least have the following qualifications per director who should’ve been in the list. Number one is if the movies that he made were successful or not in terms of money. Then, if the movie is really good, he could’ve based it in rotten tomatoes or imdb as there are ratings in those sites; also, if the movie received awards and if the movies that they made acquired cult status. And finally, Active should mean that the director had hits for the past ten years.

Even the qualifications I set there are subjective too.

And here I am again saying stuff about movies and directors and as it is as if I’m part of the industry.

Finally, expect jack-ass remarks in the comments. I guess that is the only interesting part of the article.

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Boo. Boring times are here again. Though, I’m getting tired of obnoxious comments. Imagine the effort that they do just to create some KSP comments. And you are not opinionated if you do that.

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(e ano ano na naman ang piangsasabi ko ngayon… ho-hum)