bear awesomeness

Bear Grylls is one of my heroes and I wish I have his career. He does appreciate the finer things in life, such as adventure and good entertainment. He is my hero for many reasons. One, he has the coolest job in the world, two, he is the coolest brit alive. Well being the youngest briton to climb Everest instantly puts you on top of the list of cool.

I seriously don't believe I've ever heard him complain once. He has that optimistic outlook and that really is as important to survival as anything.. having a positive attitude and making the best of one's situation.

In case you did not know, Bear Grylls hosts Man vs Wild on the discovery channel. He constantly risks life and limb to demonstrate how to survive alone in remote locations with minimal supplies.

Whether it's the little sadist in me, I don't know, but I can't get enough of people in horrible situations having to do horrible things. Where else on tv can you see a sane man eating real elephant shit and drinking his own piss?

I do recommend watching it if you enjoy some gross-out scenes for entertainment like this show strives. Although there are claims of this show being fake, it's still very educational and entertaining. I won't deny that this show is not for everyone but I find it hard to believe that any person adventurous or not won't enjoy watching this little slice of entertainment. I'd say if you are just purely interested in surviving, watch Survivorman with Les Stroud instead.. Bear Grylls is too awesome for you.

wacko jacko dies

I didn't know what it was like when Elvis Presley died.. when John Lennon died. But like today I'm sure they got many people around the world stunned in grief. As much as Michael Jackson was lamented for his public fiascos and what he has done to his face, he has been one of the greatest influences on music that we have ever seen.. or will ever see. Give it up for the King of Pop.

It's funny that I've honestly never watched CNN that long. Jacko's death glued my eyes to CNN/BBC for at least three hours. And it is amazing how news of the passing of a great and talented man received much more hype and attention to cable news channels that it surpasses coverage of its daily news. Even the protest and violence in Iran and the A(H1N1) updates were shelved.

Wacko Jacko's contributions to music will remain a pioneering work of art. I have always admired his music and his shoes will never be filled. I know his contributions to the art will last forever. Among fans and the non-followers, the memory of Michael Jackson will definitely live on and on.

Rest in peace Jacko. I will miss what you could have done and thank you for what you did. My heart to your family.

Transformers 2

Lately I have been bored. I am looking to shake things a up a bit. And I’ve been thinking that the best thing to do now is to get a job. But instead I called up a friend to see Transformers 2.

Transforming robots with a fair sense of humor.. it is really amazing what they can do today. It has been two years and this film is perhaps the most anticipated release of the summer and I can't imagine the pressure must have got to Michael Bay. But with the amount of perversion he has put into this movie to lengthen it, it is clear. The first half of the movie is the best part, everything was still intact. But the film comes to a crash and gets very very boring afterwards. Impressive acting, visual effects, megan fox's curves.. these are given quality. At times scenes were pretty predictable and lame than desired. Once you walked out of the theater nothing will stick in your mind except for megan fox's tan.

i hate porches

My lola just turned 99 and we threw her a little pre-centennial party last sunday. So anywoo, in order to have a nice time I figured it was best to suck down a few bottles before I even started to try and interact with all of these nice annoying relatives.

I spied with my little eye, my titas and cousins in the corner sitting on strange outdoor chairs that were supposed to be hip antiques. I dug them, they look nice and friendly but I hate it when everyone is trying hard to be close and cool and I also hate it when they start talking about success and career.

Unfortunately, they waved me over so there was really nothing I could do but sit and see if my conversation skills were up to par this evening. Then everyone next to me started talking about my plans, career and relationships. The good ‘ol fashioned stuff.. exactly what I was avoiding. It was awkward and it wasn’t very nice and I hated it.

"We're out of ice!" I jumped quickly to grab the bucket and walked away. It was the worst porch I've been to.

I spied with my little eye, my nephews sitting on silly plastic chairs doodling. At last there was a nice place to sit. The rest of the night was uninteresting and irrelevant. After all of this I have concluded that my nephews are much more interesting and entertaining than talking to annoying relatives my age. These kids are like a nice bubble bath that washes away pain.

caffeinated foreheads

I think my weird fascination of random entertainment has helped me write about literally anything on this site. As I was trying to get my writing mojo, I just realized that people who hang out in coffee shops are funny and interesting. You have the busy people who come in and out quick, like get their caffeine then leave. Then you have the once in a while people, who come and hangout a little to meet up some friends before hitting elsewhere. Then you have the regular people, who come alone and stare at a computer, reading something very serious (not my blog I guess), working on something very serious or at least trying to look very serious.

These odd caffeine junkies always seem to have their forehead crumpled like they are working their brain really really hard like they want everyone to see how hard they are working. I guess too much coffee and sitting still by yourself makes you look interestingly funny. All the energy has to go somewhere.. and it all goes to the forehead.

I sit here wondering which group am I then I realize my head is crumpled as I am typing this. Damn. I am a seriously sad and lonely coffee guy right now. That being said, I have to leave now and shamelessly end this nonsense.

i'm twenty two.

I think writers of How I met your mother are just plain genius for coming up with the craziest ideas for the show. Back in season 4, How I Met Your Mother aired an episode about Ted making this Murtaugh List of things he can no longer do. The Murtaugh List is basically a list of things that you are too old for. The whole idea is based on Sergeant Roger Murtaugh (Lethan Weapon) who is known for his often repeated phrase "I'm gettin too old for this shit".

Too old for this sh--stuff. It could be crazy things like you once did in your life, which you’d probably never do again. Perhaps like getting really drunk on a school night, playing a prank on your teacher, trashing your classmate's locker or simply shaving one of your eyebrows.

The sheer brilliance of this inspired me and my buddies to make one. I am now 22 and I have obviously not put childish things aside. It really scares me that most people go through life never outgrowing the negative and immature things in life. And as I get older I want to be wiser and better.. I try to.

My Murtaugh List would be something like this:

Too old to watch WWE. I turned 22 today and I have been watching it for close to 15 years and have loved every minute of it. But I think I've outgrown the characters, the ringwork and definitely the silly promos. So I guess it's time to pass it on to the younger fans.

Too old to hang posters on my wall. I have a movie poster of The Crow double taped on my wall since 1995. I took it down last year so yeah I'm surely too old for this stuff.

I’m too old to shoot my dirty laundry when it often falls right next to the hamper instead. Likewise I'm too old to wait for someone else to clean it up.

Too old for children’s menu. Some restaurants put some artsy thought and creativity into their menus. Happy Meals, milkshakes, home cut fries and a plate of chicken fingers are fine for kids, but no longer for adults.

Too old to stay up past 12 watching TV/movies. I still do it.. actually I am right now. But sleep is good. Our body needs rest. I love sleep and I won't rob myself of the things I love.

Too old for beer bong/binge drinking. I might never have been young enough to do this. But then again, I don't think it's youth that... wait, you know what? Screw the Murtaugh List! I just realized that if I don’t keep doing these things that I’m too old to do, where does that leave me? Old, lame and humorless? Seriously though… 22? I don't want to be old, lame and humorless. Maybe in ten years. Yeah, when I'm a thirty-something guy. At least I got one good reason to be old, lame and humorless... I'm 32!

douchebag of beans

Masses of traffic, infinite playlist, hours wasted on the road, stopover toilets that still reek of disinfectants because some kid just probably threw up.. Ah yes, roadtrips are a joy of nature unfolding.

Spontaneity can be a beautiful thing. It was tuesday morning, I awoke to a warm lovely day, birds were singing, trees were swaying, snow white was dancing and all was good. I thought it was a perfect day for our long delayed roadtrip down south. It was 9 am and the day was looking good.

My college buddy texted. He is the only other person that is up as early as me no matter how late he stays out. After a brief conversation we decided to meet in Katipunan with hopes of fueling our systems with good quality breakfast. We got in the car high and happy. I put on some music and we rolled enjoying the rare morning clouds.. aahh this is life. Bag of Beans, here we come.

We were some unemployed future architects blaring beats early in the morning as if we really were that cool. We were driving down the expressway and we slid in to some deep hiphop pulsing through the system. I turned it up and we felt douchey. As our doucheyness continued in the car, I dug the disgusted looks we got from cars before us. I felt silly, I felt weird but I liked the role.

We continued to roll by when we reached south. As we slowly pulled up to the only open parking spot, attitudes hanging, music blaring.. it started raining and fog was clouding the road. I felt the perfection of the day’s moments were coming to an end.

Our friends are already in the kubo in Bag of Beans waiting for us. We got out of the car and stretched our arms like tough cats waking up. In the process of deep stretching, I knocked over my coffee, spilling it all over the front seat and myself. It was an absolute moment of retardedness and I got nothing else to do but to laugh and shake my head not knowing what to do.

I went in and everyone gave me a look like I was some random kid who just wet his pants. After that trip I realized that no matter what, at the end of a good ride.. I knock out things and spill all over myself. They say life is about the journey and not the destination.. well, great, because I hate smelling like coffee and having everyone stare with mental confusion at the end of everything that I do. Did it make sense?

secret stash

It was the best 5:00am after a long night of drinking with a group of friends. I just woke up from an hour or less sleep. No I didn't get drunk, no hangover, no headache, just a simple craving for lasagna. Yes.. a very cheesy lasagna made with alternate layers of tender pasta and ricotta cheese and mozzarella cheese and a tasty marinara sauce for the heavenly creamy flavor.

Forget the colosseum! Who cares about the Parthenon? These things are so insignificant compared to the awesomeness of hot melted mozzarella cheese. Lasagna Mmmm... it is all in my head right now.

Now I know how cocaine addicts feel. My hands are shaking, my skin is starting to itch, my lips are getting dry and I'm craving even more for lasagna. The only difference between cokeheads and me is they can smoke their stuff if they really want it. It's 5am and my favorite italian is nearly impossible to come by. So how does one deal with wanting something so simple and good, yet so out of reach?

I guess you're probably thinking, just go to the convenience store and pick up some cold lasagna waiting for you in the back aisle. That would be fun and all, but just not quite what I'm looking for. I’m not settling for any other crap shit lasagna. No. I'll wait it out.

Then I just remembered we still have chinese from dinner the other night in the fridge. It's far italian but it sounds fun.

Ever had leftover food loitering in your fridge for so long it made you yack? Well we pretty much have that. I realized we got a lot of stuff in the fridge. It looks like a lot of food but they're actually mostly small portions of left-overs in small containers here-and-there in the fridge.

I happened to glance at this brown paper bag and it was a bigger surprise to see a leftover blueberry cheesecake. Probably my sister's secret stash. Mmmmm.. cheesecake, the next best thing to lasagna. What's not to love about cheesecake? It can be eaten anytime of the day or night and it still tastes divine. So I guess Mrs. Lasagna, you’ll just have to wait. Ms. Little Cheesecake... Mmmmm.. come to daddy.