. . . so im not gonna deny that i hate our president, and even more so her God-forsaken husband, and the mere idea that they're the ones running this country is driving me nuts. . . and then there's abalos, andaya, garcillano and the rest of those shitheads that i'd happily electrecute (myself) given the chance.
that's why i don't understand (for the love of God!) why my father's running. oh yeah, it's big news. . . so big infact, that i'm regarding it as a major catastrophe ---> a major ideological miscalculation on the part of my pa. there was a time when every dinner we never fail to discuss this current government's failure to uphold the interest of the masses. there were those "what if" scenarios. . . and then what would happen to Estrada, FPJ, and the rest of the opposition, and how my father predicted they'd soon be in power through another people power or a failed coup. but the more you watch the news, the more you get that "reality" slap in the face that she's the president, and of course, she's bound to control everything from the senate down to the highest echelon's in the Philippine army. then i went here, and all that talk, all that prediction flashed before our eyes like a mere dream in this barren country known as Arroyoland.
So maybe i shouldn't blame Pa. i made him a blueprint for his campaign streamer just yesterday. It wasn't bad, it wasn't that good either (I hate letterings, never was one of my strong suits). i always thought when one member of your family enters politics, it literally means being a public figure, servant , whatever,. . . but from the word "public", there's always that underlying tone that connotes transparency, and oh, how i hate that word.
well, that's that. despite everything, i still have high respect for Pa. best wishes on you this election.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
jitters
Well, i really don't know how to start this, it's just that i had to let it out.
Everytime i listen to the words of my friends, to their lamentations and longings, I feel as if they were part my own. Of course, because I am also like them, and though we may never feel the same, it is that simple fact that we are, as nature dictated, the same. We do feel.
On that note, I feel their sense of loss, though maybe not to their degree, or not in the perspective of their understanding of what truly transpired as they narrate me their stories . . . still, it had become quite apparent that a face of life had dealt them a cruel shove. Several times they tried to bounce, in more ways than one, trying to hide the failures (as I do), only to fall time and time again. It is as if life is telling them what they've been through is not yet enough to have the right to leap through to another chapter of their lives. That they have yet to meet that "Mr.Right/Ms. Right" (whoever the fuck he/she is. . . sorry for the tone) , or find the right occupation or obsession (in some cases), and until such a time that they will wake up and realize whoever or whatever that is, they'll have to scour and struggle through a huge sinking hole in which they need to rise only to be dragged down due to the lack of "compatability".
And within these little conversations, there are underlying tones, tones of sorrow, simple lies / denials that i myself am willing to accept as part of their character (for I also do the same). If these little errors in their ways are the only foundation that keep them glued to the ground, then let them hold on to it. If it is an illusion, let him fall for it. Let them abuse it until such a time that they'll be looking into what they'd be deeming as real. After all, reality is nothing more than a perception of what had been felt and observed -- as what most people would claim.
Perhaps, all of this is just another BS, and perhaps I am just too depressed to write anything I'd be laughing at later. I just thought of all those people around me, the things they said, they did. . . and i am happy that they faced life the way they did. They reminded me that I'm still not brave enough to face my own fears. that they had gone through there while i still have yet to slide down deep. But ironically, listening to them made it even harder for me to move. I have heard the risk, I had felt the pain (though, as I said, in my own way),and it gave me chills.
Everytime i listen to the words of my friends, to their lamentations and longings, I feel as if they were part my own. Of course, because I am also like them, and though we may never feel the same, it is that simple fact that we are, as nature dictated, the same. We do feel.
On that note, I feel their sense of loss, though maybe not to their degree, or not in the perspective of their understanding of what truly transpired as they narrate me their stories . . . still, it had become quite apparent that a face of life had dealt them a cruel shove. Several times they tried to bounce, in more ways than one, trying to hide the failures (as I do), only to fall time and time again. It is as if life is telling them what they've been through is not yet enough to have the right to leap through to another chapter of their lives. That they have yet to meet that "Mr.Right/Ms. Right" (whoever the fuck he/she is. . . sorry for the tone) , or find the right occupation or obsession (in some cases), and until such a time that they will wake up and realize whoever or whatever that is, they'll have to scour and struggle through a huge sinking hole in which they need to rise only to be dragged down due to the lack of "compatability".
And within these little conversations, there are underlying tones, tones of sorrow, simple lies / denials that i myself am willing to accept as part of their character (for I also do the same). If these little errors in their ways are the only foundation that keep them glued to the ground, then let them hold on to it. If it is an illusion, let him fall for it. Let them abuse it until such a time that they'll be looking into what they'd be deeming as real. After all, reality is nothing more than a perception of what had been felt and observed -- as what most people would claim.
Perhaps, all of this is just another BS, and perhaps I am just too depressed to write anything I'd be laughing at later. I just thought of all those people around me, the things they said, they did. . . and i am happy that they faced life the way they did. They reminded me that I'm still not brave enough to face my own fears. that they had gone through there while i still have yet to slide down deep. But ironically, listening to them made it even harder for me to move. I have heard the risk, I had felt the pain (though, as I said, in my own way),and it gave me chills.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
in every pandora's box, there's still something to smile about
y'know. .. it's frustrating when you write something and after a while. . . after you finished at least four paragraphs of nonsensical (and quite egocentric) commentaries 'bout yourself and the comp failed you (which means it had lost all the data you'd written the previous hour), these are just one of those times when you want to wish the keyboard's the hand, the CPU's the body and the monitor's the face . . . so that you can give them a few good hooks you've been practicing for once every five months.
the only good thing bout this night was that i was able to download kim tae hee's lg commercial where she was prancing around holding her cellphone. ooops. . . people people. .. hold your horses. . . that was not a quest of perversion (because if it was. . . i'd DL something else). it's just that there's something earthly and quite lightheaded about her dance (or prance---> take it which way you like). i was planning to give JP the vid since he was the one who drew her face and painted it digitally . . . something i was too lazy to do.
the only good thing bout this night was that i was able to download kim tae hee's lg commercial where she was prancing around holding her cellphone. ooops. . . people people. .. hold your horses. . . that was not a quest of perversion (because if it was. . . i'd DL something else). it's just that there's something earthly and quite lightheaded about her dance (or prance---> take it which way you like). i was planning to give JP the vid since he was the one who drew her face and painted it digitally . . . something i was too lazy to do.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Transformers
It was friday two days ago and after attending a meeting where few people showed up, me and Stephen decided to hit JP's place of atonement and peace. . . . not that JP was really there. After calling him for minutes (with the last finally confirming that he wasn't at home. . . probably scourging somewhere in SM, looking for girls with bangs . . . ), we headed straight for the mall.
It was a good day, and i was really planning to watch the damn movie for the past two days. . . or let's put it this way, since it was suppose to be shown (which it wasn't because it was a day late and i was ready to bust Gaisano's head for that inconvenience!). So yeah, there i was looking at the poster (finally!) of the movie with Prime and Megatron facing each other and my feet just woke up with brains of its own and told me "James whether you like it or not . . . ur coming to the ticket booth with me!". So it guided me (not that it needed eyes. . . or supposing my "smart" feet have eyes) with Stephen tagging along contemplating whether or not he should watch. . . though i know he most likely would.
Then as we neared the counter, Stephen made one of the worst judgments he did that day. "Piste nabilin akong eyeglasses" ---> that was the first line that went through his mouth. Of course he was cursing because I will not settle for a deluxe seat (did I spell that right?), knowing that he has to or else his vision will be too blurry if he sits with me at the premiere. So he took the seats below and I took the seats above, and I gave him free drinks. . . since he always gives me free drinks at home (Coke ehehe), and we agreed to meet at the end of the film. Btw, that was Cinema 1 and I was shocked to find as many people as the time when I was watching Harry Potter, not that I'm fond of the book (which I'm not . . . seriously. . . )
I loved the movie. light, no philosophical or moral crap . . . i wasn't in the mood to dig into a heavy storyline. Ok, so I was there because I had a dead brain that needed to lighten up. There . . . happy!? Anyway, the guy, Le beau (i think that's his name) did his job well. very funny, clever, sometimes a little over the edge with his mouth but it worked well to his advantage because he was portraying a washed out nerd caught in the middle of war between several two-story sized talking metals. And the girl . . . well, for one she was sexy . . . not my-type-sexy but sexy nonetheless. Then there was Bernie Mac who got fingered by his mother in the movie. It was a surprising cast that include the likes of Tyrese . . . the Fast and the Furious Tyrese (that's him) and John Voight (Jolies' father). One after the other these two surprising cast showed up and I couldn't help dropping my mouth, thinking "What the hell are they doing here!?". Hmmm . . . . There are some shady parts bout that movie that i want to review like, why was Bumblebee the only autobot to arrive first(before the rest came?) and how long was starscream and his gang been on earth? I've read the synopsis and I still missed something, like that plot that says there was suppose to be another probe(?) that went to space at the time Apollo 11 launched . . . I got dazed and decided to just watch the movie on a player again . (Curses!)
Anyway, as for the robots themselves, my fave would be Ironhide (the pick up) he was aching to shoot (and was hard at trying to find a reason to do so) and Jazz (the pontiac) whom Megatron tore in half at the end as the poor guy shouted "You want a piece of me!?" ---> that's for the Autobots. The Decepticons are far more interesting . . . well for one, they're well - armed military machines, and they got the attitude to boot. There's three of them and none include Megatron, though he was cool when he finally got freed from cryofreeze and proclaimed himself "I AM MEGATRON!", I'll give him that. Anyway the three were Devastator, (the Abrams tank) , errr. . . Bonecrusher, (Bufallo vehicle) the metalhead can skate very well for his size, and last and my favorite of the three. . . Blackout (the chopper --- MH53? i think?), the badass who redecorated a US army camp in one night's raid.
All in all the movie was worth it, and it's even worth a second watch if you're in the mood for light entertainment. One downside though was the cheesy robot lines. i hated it. So why didn't I include Optimus on my list? because he was too big to act like a gorilla! when he went hanging over the bridge (nevermind the fact that he was hiding), the poor dude's hung over a bridge like a chimpanzee . . . and I'm wondering how the bridge still stood after it got hung by such an enormous bulk. Hey Prime, weight check, YOU MAY NOT BE YOKOZUNA (OR MUDS!) BUT YOU WEIGH A HUNDRED TIMES HEAVIER!!!!!!(or more . . .pardon my math).
It was a good day, and i was really planning to watch the damn movie for the past two days. . . or let's put it this way, since it was suppose to be shown (which it wasn't because it was a day late and i was ready to bust Gaisano's head for that inconvenience!). So yeah, there i was looking at the poster (finally!) of the movie with Prime and Megatron facing each other and my feet just woke up with brains of its own and told me "James whether you like it or not . . . ur coming to the ticket booth with me!". So it guided me (not that it needed eyes. . . or supposing my "smart" feet have eyes) with Stephen tagging along contemplating whether or not he should watch. . . though i know he most likely would.
Then as we neared the counter, Stephen made one of the worst judgments he did that day. "Piste nabilin akong eyeglasses" ---> that was the first line that went through his mouth. Of course he was cursing because I will not settle for a deluxe seat (did I spell that right?), knowing that he has to or else his vision will be too blurry if he sits with me at the premiere. So he took the seats below and I took the seats above, and I gave him free drinks. . . since he always gives me free drinks at home (Coke ehehe), and we agreed to meet at the end of the film. Btw, that was Cinema 1 and I was shocked to find as many people as the time when I was watching Harry Potter, not that I'm fond of the book (which I'm not . . . seriously. . . )
I loved the movie. light, no philosophical or moral crap . . . i wasn't in the mood to dig into a heavy storyline. Ok, so I was there because I had a dead brain that needed to lighten up. There . . . happy!? Anyway, the guy, Le beau (i think that's his name) did his job well. very funny, clever, sometimes a little over the edge with his mouth but it worked well to his advantage because he was portraying a washed out nerd caught in the middle of war between several two-story sized talking metals. And the girl . . . well, for one she was sexy . . . not my-type-sexy but sexy nonetheless. Then there was Bernie Mac who got fingered by his mother in the movie. It was a surprising cast that include the likes of Tyrese . . . the Fast and the Furious Tyrese (that's him) and John Voight (Jolies' father). One after the other these two surprising cast showed up and I couldn't help dropping my mouth, thinking "What the hell are they doing here!?". Hmmm . . . . There are some shady parts bout that movie that i want to review like, why was Bumblebee the only autobot to arrive first(before the rest came?) and how long was starscream and his gang been on earth? I've read the synopsis and I still missed something, like that plot that says there was suppose to be another probe(?) that went to space at the time Apollo 11 launched . . . I got dazed and decided to just watch the movie on a player again . (Curses!)
Anyway, as for the robots themselves, my fave would be Ironhide (the pick up) he was aching to shoot (and was hard at trying to find a reason to do so) and Jazz (the pontiac) whom Megatron tore in half at the end as the poor guy shouted "You want a piece of me!?" ---> that's for the Autobots. The Decepticons are far more interesting . . . well for one, they're well - armed military machines, and they got the attitude to boot. There's three of them and none include Megatron, though he was cool when he finally got freed from cryofreeze and proclaimed himself "I AM MEGATRON!", I'll give him that. Anyway the three were Devastator, (the Abrams tank) , errr. . . Bonecrusher, (Bufallo vehicle) the metalhead can skate very well for his size, and last and my favorite of the three. . . Blackout (the chopper --- MH53? i think?), the badass who redecorated a US army camp in one night's raid.
All in all the movie was worth it, and it's even worth a second watch if you're in the mood for light entertainment. One downside though was the cheesy robot lines. i hated it. So why didn't I include Optimus on my list? because he was too big to act like a gorilla! when he went hanging over the bridge (nevermind the fact that he was hiding), the poor dude's hung over a bridge like a chimpanzee . . . and I'm wondering how the bridge still stood after it got hung by such an enormous bulk. Hey Prime, weight check, YOU MAY NOT BE YOKOZUNA (OR MUDS!) BUT YOU WEIGH A HUNDRED TIMES HEAVIER!!!!!!(or more . . .pardon my math).
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
not that i can swim . . .
three days ago was "beach day". My family and my relatives went to the beach -- a relatively famous resort back in our hometown. They had been planning the activity ever since my relatives arrived two days before. Much was expected and food was stacked like we were heading for winter. kids (yes, there were tiny little devils screwing around calling me "uncle" --> a title i'm not really fond of) were jumping up and down talking bout sharks and how fast they could swim and how far they could travel underwater without breathing. . . i was thankful none of them ask me how good i could swim because that would be very embarassing. i couldn't imagine myself lying to them yet imagining myself telling them i couldn't makes me wanna flatten the tire out of our family car to sabotage the entire thing. I DON'T WANT THEM TO SEE ME HEADING ON DEEP WATERS WEARING A LIFEJACKET!!!!!
So that particular day, i did not bring anything other than my discman and one towel and told them i was not in the mood to go flirting with the fishes. much to my luck (and dismay), we arrived there to find the beach under extreme low tide. So i slept under the cottage as the little devils and my other relatives went and crucified themselves under the heat of the sun. a few hours after that, i decided to take a dip (with the water just chest-deep) and rinsed myself thirty minutes later. the rest of the afternoon, i covered my head with my towel and complained about how hot the sun was and how my neck began to burn.
my only consolation after that was i didn't get sunburned. When i woke up the next day, i saw my sis grumbling 'bout how her nose was starting to peel off. I had the urge to poke their back with a stick and see if they jump knowing that other than the face, the back is another part of the body that easily gets burned. I never did.
So that particular day, i did not bring anything other than my discman and one towel and told them i was not in the mood to go flirting with the fishes. much to my luck (and dismay), we arrived there to find the beach under extreme low tide. So i slept under the cottage as the little devils and my other relatives went and crucified themselves under the heat of the sun. a few hours after that, i decided to take a dip (with the water just chest-deep) and rinsed myself thirty minutes later. the rest of the afternoon, i covered my head with my towel and complained about how hot the sun was and how my neck began to burn.
my only consolation after that was i didn't get sunburned. When i woke up the next day, i saw my sis grumbling 'bout how her nose was starting to peel off. I had the urge to poke their back with a stick and see if they jump knowing that other than the face, the back is another part of the body that easily gets burned. I never did.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
It's the keys
It's 4 o' clock in the morning and I couldn't get in the apartment because I forgot to keys. So this is what I did, I went inside a cafe and wrote a blog telling you people bout' my untimely predicament. I still have 2 hours to go before Mai finally wakes up and by that time I'd be looking like a washed-out primitive caveman. She'd then be asking where have I been again, and I'd say like, just here and there and swearing to mother nature for her to stop scrutinizing and let me sleep. Hopefully Stephen, that conceited jerk (hahaha) won't be visiting today (because it's already morning) so that I won't be waking up to the sound of a lame-a** comment bout' how horrid I look, because by then, I'd be really craving to knock all his teeth.
So here I am, writing. . . . after get tumbled and kicked in Warcraft and had just have about enough of it. : ) The only consolation I had for missing sleep was that I was able to bully Stephen in NBA Live(the same could not be said for JP, who turned Yao and the rest of my Rockets into Hershey's and swallowed them). So yeah, what do I do now? I don't have my flashdrive with me, and I'm basically a walking shirt and shorts with a few bills on the pocket. Time to figure it out.
Oh yeah, one more forest keeper in my beast deck and it'll be hairy enough to trample just about any offensive decks out there, except Muds. In Stephen's words, his deck is "Halimaw" - any level 8 monster would feel like peeing at the sight of Chimeratech (that sh*tty card!)
Sunday, May 27, 2007
shallowness
when the comelec said "indelible", they really meant it down to the last detail. It's been a week and a half since I voted, still the mark on my finger showed no sign of fading. The damn ink's still stuck on my nails like it had been with me since birth. Three years ago, i had the ink for only four days. . . it was a short four days. I could show it off without fear that someone might mistake my hand for a body part hammered by a giant rock. So maybe i was exaggerating and there are millions of Filipinos like myself who are in the same predicament, but who cares . . . THIS IS NOT THEIR FINGER!
Last night was a useless drag. There i was lying on my bed when i found myself sweating. Sure it was hot and i was thirsty. Nevertheless, the lazy overbearing me, wouldn't allow itself to stand up and satisy itself. So i just lied there and tolerated everything that mr. atmosphere unleashed on me. . . . that was until i started hallucinating after a cold glass of cola on a hot, dry desert. My mouth began tense and I quickly stood up and headed for the ref. Of course there was no cola, only orange juice. So i got myself a glass of cold water and did not think twice NOT putting the juice powder unto it (i hate orange juice). Then i went to bed.
Last night was a useless drag. There i was lying on my bed when i found myself sweating. Sure it was hot and i was thirsty. Nevertheless, the lazy overbearing me, wouldn't allow itself to stand up and satisy itself. So i just lied there and tolerated everything that mr. atmosphere unleashed on me. . . . that was until i started hallucinating after a cold glass of cola on a hot, dry desert. My mouth began tense and I quickly stood up and headed for the ref. Of course there was no cola, only orange juice. So i got myself a glass of cold water and did not think twice NOT putting the juice powder unto it (i hate orange juice). Then i went to bed.
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