WordPress really ain’t for me. I’ve moved back to Blogspot, sorry.
Click here if you give a damn.
WordPress really ain’t for me. I’ve moved back to Blogspot, sorry.
Click here if you give a damn.
It’s not fun when you have internal office meetings that discuss (constructively, of course) all its employee’s faults and shortcomings. Worse if that said “nitpickings” force you to make a mental checklist of the things discussed. The worst is when you end up checking ALL THE ITEMS on the nitpick checklist because you know they’re TRUE.
Man, I wish the ground could swallow me whole right now.

I am already thinking of nasty stuff I can do to my wallet later. I hope she can take it.
Say hi if you see me!
Today the country pays its last respects to one of the most loved Filipinos that ever lived: The mother of Philippine democracy, President Corazon Aquino.
Thank you for everything that you stood for, thank you for everything you symbolize. In life and even in death, you have united a nation that sorely needs direction. I pray that the fire of unity that currently burns in the hearts of (most) Filipinos today will continue and help drive us to a better future.

My sister, my dad and me circa 1983, after Ninoy’s assassination.
Paalam, Madam Cory.

Once upon a time, I had a grade school teacher who believed I could ~actually~ sing.
This was one of the many instances she made me perform on stage. This was when I was in Grade 6 and I din’t know any better. Guess what song I was belting out? Michael Jackson’s “Heal The World”, that’s what. I remember almost not going through with this, just because I din’t have a hat which would have completed my kick-ass costume. Rockstar complex much?
(This came about after I saw some snippets of the MJ tribute online this morning. I remembered I had this old picture in an album somewhere in my room.)
I got this idea from Baddie’s awesome blog entry, and reading Ade’s version of it kinda clinched the deal. Granted, my musical taste (or the lack of it, depending on your point of view) seems somewhat boring and cheesy compared to most people but what the hell, I thought I’d take a crack at it. At the very least, I guess my future kids could say their Dad had a pretty diverse taste in music.
So without further ado, here is my own version of Baddie’s 100 Songs To Save Your Life:
Okay, so that’s that. Feel free to make your own list if you want. Trust me, it’s not as easy as it looks. Cheers!
Dear Mr. Baldwin,

I am aware of the current issue regarding you and your supposed ”insult” about Philippine mail-order brides which aired on Letterman last May 12. I wasn’t able to watch the said interview so I searched for it on YouTube and after watching I think I can safely assume your comment was said in jest. Moreover, I believe it was more a tirade on YOUR end than US Filipinos. Yes, you read that right. I am Filipino and let me assure you that the humor of that statement wasn’t lost on me and surely, most of my countrymen.
See Mr. Baldwin, I live in a country that exhibits the concept of misplaced nationalism more often than not. I live in a country full of hypocrites, people who lash out at foreigners when they make comments of the same nature as yours yet take great delight in bashing each other. We cry in a collective outrage with every single insult thrown our way because although we know we suck as a country, we don’t want anyone rubbing it in least of all foreigners. Our politicians waste their time worrying about stupid sex scandals rather than the more pressing, more important matters that need attention for this country’s betterment. Strange isn’t? Don’t bother trying to understand. Even I have given up doing that a long, long time ago. Also, that politician who threatened you has plans of running for a higher position, so I think you shouldn’t take his statements too personally. You’re just another scapegoat in his quest for power.
On the other hand, there are some of us who actually GET jokes when they are said. There are some of us who try to keep an open mind about stuff, some of us who appreciate anything and everything life has to offer. There are some of us who can hear comments such as yours and shrug it off like it was nothing, because that’s what it was. NOTHING.
On behalf of my some of my fellow Filipinos who have a healthy sense of humor, I would like to apologize for any inconvenience this issue has caused you. I hope someday you can visit our country and see that not all of us are tight-assed, highly strung and overly-sensitive people.
Sincerely,
Larry
P.S. How are you and the Russians? Did they threaten you too?
Okay, i’m not the biggest Trekkie around but I have to admit, the movie did rock. It made me want to do some digging to familiarize myself more with the Star Trek universe. Karen loved it too in fact, which was quite a surprise since she really doesn’t know anything about it.
So without much further ado… Top 10 Reasons How You Know You’re On A Star Trek High!

10. You kept expecting Spock to start cutting open heads. When he din’t, you exclaimed excitedly “OMG. He’s a changed man!”
9. You kept pushing that nagging X-Men-time-anomaly-dime-a-dozen-storyline feeling on the pit of your stomach far, far down your colon.
8. You saw, clear as day, that Spock had a bad wig and prosthetic job yet you rationalized it by saying “It’s the future. Everything is supposed to look fake and plastic-y.”
7. That green-skinned woman Kirk was making out with. See #8.
6.Even though you really, REALLY hate Eric Bana for his role in the bastardization of the first “Hulk” movie, you silently applauded him for his role as Nero.
“Dude, that is definitely NOT a girl.”
5. In the middle of the movie you hurried to the bathroom to take a leak, after which you kept shouting “BEAM ME UP, SCOTTY!” over and over in your hurry to get back to your seat for fear that you might miss something important.
4. You din’t want to kill that stupid, irritating Chekov kid. (Nice save though.)
3. You’ve already imagined a part two scenario seconds after the credits started to roll.
2. LEONARD NIMOY! How could you not be on a high?! Are you CRAZY?!
—aaaand the number one reason how you know you’re on a Star Trek high—-
1. WHAT LENS FLARE?
That about wraps it up for today. Man I seriously need a new hobby. Or better writing skills. Whichever comes first.
Idle days are here again.
Let me just go on record that I don’t mind the break. I work in an industry that demands a lot of time and patience from employees that any respite from crazy deadlines and fickle clients is a welcome respite. Sadly, aside from Plurk and Twitter and watching the occasional downloaded TV series or movies I seem to be at a loss for activities to do in the office while waiting for the job orders to arrive. Fortunately, I stumbled upon one sure-fire time-waster a few weeks ago: My Brute.
The game is fairly simple: you make a brute, and have him/her fight other brutes online, collecting weapons, pets and special attacks along the way. The battles itself are automatic so you don’t have to worry about complicated controls. Just pick an opponent and watch the 2-D carnage begin!
Oh and just in case you wanna try it out, click HERE to become my pupil.
See ya in the arena!