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nuts all in ya face

2010-05-10T17:42:00.004+08:00

Watching the local election news on TV makes me realize more like how they all suck. At least all politicians running for local positions do. Even the local people that help them and vote for them do as well.

That is why I only voted for 14 people. 14 people running for national position. 14 people who I think I could trust. Who cares about these local anons anyway. People only run for local office to gain power, to corrupt funds to run in the future for national position. People help them and give them money so they can get favors down the road and voters only vote to get crap they want and stop the other douche bags from getting what they want. It's all bunch of poo.

Local election should be scrap out. Therefore everyone should be a mayor. And as a mayor, I would be kind to all the attractive people and love them like puppies. That is unless they suck, so I would kick their ass and send them packing to the next town. Yes, yes I rule.

I haven’t had my yogurt yet so I'm a little nuts.

MAY 10 2010

2010-05-09T21:41:00.008+08:00

What the country really needs is a big-ass morale boost, so I support YELLOW and BLUE. And I do not recommend supporting the guy in orange.. I mean unless you're a brainless ostrich with a retarded morale, then vote for that guy. I'd rather live in africa and be friends with zebras than have him as our president. Yes I am that serious. But anypoop, whatever shitty color youre supporting, get off the computer and vote. Your vote could wash this grafitti off the wall. It's not an awesome graf anyway.

Cheers for YELLOW AND BLUE!

a clockwork orange

2010-05-09T21:26:00.002+08:00

Politics is funny, people rant, they rave, they scream, they argue, they rip clothes, they throw food, they lose their brains protecting what they feel is right. Politics tops the list of things you should not talk about in public, especially at dinner. Isn’t it funny that the decisions that are the most important to our world and lives are the things we are not supposed to discuss in public?

Isn’t the point of democracy is to be able to talk about and discuss whatever you want, however you want? Don't get me wrong, I’m not saying you should have a full debate at dinner about fart or poop or 2 girls 1 cup and what it says about us that a million of people saw it. I am saying that I am sick of everybody being a bunch of wussies about their beliefs. Fuck it, tell me why you go the way you do. I won’t hate you because you're stupid, I'd just want to see it from your point of view.

And friends, that's how I got in a fight last night.

2010-02-21T19:47:00.003+08:00

You tryn get in me or something boi? I'm tha shit dude!

2010-02-21T19:42:00.004+08:00

Contentment is a strange thing in my case. I am not sure if it is a good thing as you become less hungry in life. I have decided my path of working six full days a week, writing a few stuffs here and boozing once a month (alright twice). I used to want to be a photographer, I wanted to be in a band, I wanted to be famous. But for the first time in a looong time i actually like what i am doing, and for me that is pretty huge. I am a 'planning and design' assistant in a real state company in alabang and I promise to have fun working my ass on my way up. My stomach isn’t growling and i don’t have a headache. I'm fine and I'm satisfied.

my blog is not dead

2010-01-23T10:50:00.000+08:00

Sooo, yeah. This blog thing is not dead yet. Not sure what the future holds for it, because between Twitter and Tumblr, I'm running out of things to write about. But I love this blogspot more than anything. I mean, it's what got me started blogging.

It has introduced me to dozens, if not hundreds of strangers who apparently became my internet 'buddies' (blogger high five!! awesome). I was surprised at the amount of attention it got - well that was a hundred years back, and considering this was nothing more than stupid stories about me me me and me, so that was quite a shock.

But lately I've been neglecting my little blogger for THIS (follow me if youre awesome). Which leads me to think that it might be time to let this blogspot die. I don't know. I'm not sure. But it's not official yet, we'll see. That's it for now. I hope you all are well. Roll on soooon.

alcohol pills are coming..

2010-01-09T11:27:00.000+08:00

Yes, pills, a russian professor has evolved a technique that turns alcohol into pill form. The technique can solidify all kinds of alcohol, including whiskey, vodka, wine and beer. Whatever your drink of choice is, you're gonna be popping vodka like vitamins. Beat that Einstein! I smell a nobel prize here. Alcoholism in a pill.. something to look forward to.

what keeps me busy

2010-01-08T23:03:00.002+08:00

Looks like Jason Mraz got some competition.

i'm glad 2009 is over

2010-01-01T18:00:00.000+08:00

Top 20 things that have annoyed me this year:

1. Warm beers
2. Warm wines
3. The korean kid that live nextdoor that likes to attack people.
4. My pile of laundry
5. Stop signs
6. MMDA fucktards
7. My feet… they reek
8. Christmas Eve
9. Embarrassing typographycal erorrs
10. Retarded drivers
11. The half empty bottle of cheap red wine in my kitchen
12. Hangover.. I never got used to it.
13. Manny Pacquiao (waiting for his downfall, karma's a bitch manny)
14. Paranormal Activity
15. Questions like ”how are you?" "what do you do?”
16. My friend's leather couch where I usually pass out and snore.
17. The local movies during holidays
18. All korean songs that hit 2009
19. The inflatable bed my dad bought on sale
20. My hair

I am sure there's more, but 'Top 20' sounds more awesome.

the boss is back

2009-12-29T21:08:00.000+08:00

I think blogging has taken a hit in the last few weeks. Not only have I slowed down, but almost every blogger I know has dropped back or dropped off. I can't say why but maybe, people grew up, got better lives and better things to do.

I can sincerely hope all my blogger 'friends' who've cut out are simply getting laid a lot more than they had been. Too busy. Yeah, that sounds exactly like the problem. No time to blog.

The world we live in can seem really lonesome. And blogging feels like talking to yourself. And it's disappointing when there's just no return on the investment when nobody comments. Nobody reads. Nobody gives a shit. But you can be sure, really sure, anybody is there. So it's better to go screw around on facebook, where we can all send each other shit stuff.

I can't say why other people laid off. I know I laid off of blogger because I've been very wrapped up in tons of things. So, I've slacked off from blogging and I was just really sick of my own complaining. To dig out, I started another blog to separate personal interests. I was thinking to get it going, then kill this blog. Yeah, that's what I was thinking. But of course, I am keeping this. At least until 2010. Roll on soon.

i'm on tumblr too.

2009-12-27T20:52:00.002+08:00

I am back home.. bored, clearing up boxes of college stuff. Actually.. I’m not, my sister is.. I am just sitting here making sure it gets done, thus doing this, writing another crap, sucking down christmas leftovers while praying this gets done. I really miss this blog.. it's really nice to come back to it. It’s like finding an old pair of jeans that used to fit just right, but are now a little tight. Oh well.

Anypoo, to the few that stumble here, Hello. I started doing stuff HERE (follow me). Not so much personal stuff, just pure awesomeness for your entertainment. More blogger posts from me soon.

korean pornstar

2009-12-08T18:19:00.001+08:00

So I got my hair cut and was walking home yesterday, and I see this couple walking towards me. They’re holding hands, talking, and generally unnoticeable. I wouldn’t have even acknowledged their presence if the guy didn't suddenly stop walking, with a complete shock on his face.

You know how I get fascinated by random entertainment. And even this I don’t know, I was just intrigued. He stopped dead like a deer caught in the headlights. And the chick just kept on going. So what did she say? Obviously it was surprising, since he looked stunned. But the thing was she just kept on going, like she didn’t care.

So there I was, thinking of all the things she could have said to cause this reaction. Wondering what she said would be an interesting game. So I started playing with all the possibilities while I made my way home.

Maybe she told him she's a pornstar in korea. Maybe she’d just told him she slept with his brother. Possibly, I mean, well she looks great.. pretty hot I'd say, however, how genius would it be to tell him, like it’s no big deal, while holding hands and walking? Kind of a smart move to admit it in public actually. He couldn’t very well kill her there, right? Well I got the whole week to play this game.

cooking bacon

2009-12-02T20:41:00.000+08:00

Looking too far ahead, hoping and planning, is mostly self-destructive. Trust me. You build up what you hope will happen and when it doesn't, you're crushed. So it's important to stay in the moment. This is my experience.

Still, without much effort, my next year is trying to shape up into something. The all big architecture firm was sort of a failure for me this year. But next year, it might not be and I'm certainly considering how to approach it again.

I'm also getting back in court if weather permits, playing moooore hours of tennis on weekends, just enough to feel much, much better. It might be possible for me to do something real productive late this year. I'm still looking for something that seems kind of fun and offbeat.

Meanwhile, I think I've come up with a diabolical way to make money (legally) and potentially get good pay. It's absolutely appalling in a ghoulish sort of way and I don't give a shit. Poker is fun and it plays pretty well.

The money could be the means to pay for the time I lost. And I could afford an actual vacation, a little break somewhere next year. So there will be no vacations for me this year kids. The piggy bank was turned into bacon. Anyway, I'm staying in the moment, but considering that next year might have some promise.

lego pleasure

2009-11-30T10:55:00.002+08:00

I suddenly became obsessed with lego. I can’t really tell what caused me to become a lego fan again, but I’m glad I did.

fauxtographer

2009-11-28T19:46:00.009+08:00

:: a person who tries to jump on the photography band-wagon by “Pointing-and-shooting” hundreds of terrible pictures, which they will upload to an album titled “My Photography”, “My Art”, or “Critique My work”. Always followed up by the person adding "Photography" to their General section, or adding "Photography is my life..." to their About Me.

:: a person that claims to be a good photographer when in reality they just set their camera to automatic mode a start shooting. This person also happens to fumble over photographic terms or has no knowledge of the terms or switches the color mode to monochrome and calls it artistic no matter what the hell is in in frame.

lego architecture

2009-11-27T15:26:00.006+08:00

LEGO ARCHITECTURE!!! This is awesometastic. Lego definitely is the coolest toy ever invented. Why? Go ahead and try to think of a cooler toy. You can’t because there isn’t any. Lego is the George Clooney of toys and it kicks other toys' plastic asses.

My self-diagnosed ADHD and slight autism has made it hard for me to sit still and this is where my lego hero comes in. Lego lets me sit still, turn my brain off and relax into the tiny bricks, searching for the right colors, pairing the right pieces and building my mongoloid creations. I am soothed and at peace with all myself and one with the world. Thank you lego. Thank you.

prison glee

2009-11-26T16:25:00.008+08:00

This morning while taking a leak, I thought of the newest and the awesomest show to hit our primetime television. Knowing that everyone watches glee, I propose a local musical featuring the Cebu prison dancers. Come on, dancing inmates rule and a tv show must be made. It’ll be prison rules ofcourse.. Prison Break meets Glee but more awesome with a working title “Prison Glee”.

It’ll be an action-musical-suspense-comedy-drama that will revolve around two brothers, one has been blackmailed into joining a prison choir, and the other makes a plan to help his brother escape prison before he completely turns gay.

It’ll have an ensemble of cast, top-billed by Robin Padilla and BeBe Gandanghari, the two protagonists of the series. Padilla will play a structural engineer who creates an elaborate plan help his brother escape prison. GandangHari, the convicted felon blackmailed into joining the prison choir. And the actual Cebu inmates and correctional officers along with many recurring guest stars.

With a fan base of musical lovers and young men looking for violence and quick excitement, "Prison Glee" is not one to ignore. This show will definitely warm everyone’s souls, letting us all know that little crooks can sing and dance so great. Beat that Ryan Murphy. Ha!

Ibuprofen or glasses?

2009-11-21T17:27:00.000+08:00

So how do I know if I need glasses? I'm sure I have very good vision, last time I tested I was 20/20. I drive around 30 minutes to an hour going home and lately I'm getting bad headaches whenever I go over 30 minutes or so. I think that is do to me staring at a computer monitor eight hours a day, seven days a week. My eyes are hurtin aswell that I'm having a hard time reading anything. I feel like I have to squint my eyes a lot just to read signs and that suck.

I can't possibly need glasses. Do I need glasses? Nah.. Who needs glasses when we have advil.

Anypoo, for your entertainment I found this video which says why we should watch more women's soccer. Meet Elizabeth Lambert, she's attractive, convulsive, very aggressive, she reeks of danger and she kicks ass!.. literally. Maybe I can start a fan club and stalk her. I wonder if she has a boyfriend? I wonder how much advil is her boyfriend taking. Big ups to badmelonscomedy for putting this up.

paranormal activity

2009-11-17T15:14:00.002+08:00

Paranormal Activity is soo awesome that it will continue to creep you out long after the movie ends. Ok, maybe not. I wasn’t even really that interested on it early on but every time I saw a promo for this movie, I peed out of excitement so I figured I would go. I thought the acting was horrible, pacing was a little too slow and it wasn't just good enough as they promoted it to be regardless how poorly funded it was. It was all gloriously moronic and kind of pathetic. But if you watch it in the right mindset, nah.. you'll hate it too. It wasn't just as scary as everyone's saying. I suppose the hype and my high expectations somehow messed it up for me. And I cannot believe so many people are being suckered. This insanity has to stop.

pac it in

2009-11-15T12:02:00.007+08:00

I'm tellin ya Pacman will pepper Cotto's face, combo after combo like a bruised puerto rican meat. And he will run and cry in the corner like a bitchy little girl. But then I don't care. I don't really follow boxing, I just drink beer and enjoy the food and yell at the TV with everyone else cause you gotta support the winning guy. Though it's also exciting to see someone mess up our national anthem again. Can't wait to see it.

daft hands

2009-11-14T20:02:00.003+08:00

Like they say, creative does not have to equal expensive or complex. Sometimes, the simplest ideas are the ones that bring about the most views in youtube. There are loads of daft versions now but these royal hands started it all. On a side note, I am really attracted to these hands. The fact that a girl took the time to choreograph such ambidextrous moves and that she likes Daft Punk, ups her hotness 1,000,000 points. Any chick that can bust like that is pretty darn cool. However why do I get this feeling that she might be a dude? .. is she???

500 Days of Bummer

2009-11-08T17:41:00.000+08:00

Kids, love doesn't always end up to that little fairytale route that you dream about. Instead, relationships turn into a hurtful business where someone is just always bound to lose. Trust me.

I'm no near famous but I've always been interested in the idea of my own movie biopic. I had no clear thought of how to do my story justice until I saw 500 Days of Summer. The film somehow dramatized at least one of the most historically important period of my ass kickin romance.

It made me feel weird like as if someone made a movie about my life. Free-spirited cuckoo chick, bizarre chats, awful humor, spontaneous doodling, architecture talks and a shitload of inconsistent romance.. sounds like the worst biopic but it really felt like it was tailored to my story. What a wanker. A big wet kiss to the writer! Pure genius.

buddhist baldwin

2009-11-06T10:47:00.000+08:00

When something makes me happy I obsess about it. Tennis, music, movies, food, farts, poop humor, you name it. If I like it I cannot stop myself from letting these things completely take over my life. Perhaps it's OCD, I’m not sure. I play 6 hours of tennis on weekends, I have around 3,000 songs in my computer, I fart and laugh as much as I can and I am banned from even uttering poop stories around my friends. I believe they are kind enough not to let my obsessions take over and completely alienate me from the rest of sane society.

Last tuesday I got a new toy that I cannot stop messing with. It rules. I cannot put it down for the life of me. Meet Baldwin. It’s a squeaky buddhist monk.. and he rules! He hardly does anything but I have been trying to make him do a little hardcore buddhist dance. Yes I am a lonely sick man. Whatever. It's horribly cute and he goes well with traffic sitting with his espresso like a little dashboard toy.

I took him out with me to a friend's house and it was a hit. Everyone wanted to talk to him and touch his little head and hear him squeak. It’s a wonderful tool to distract a party so you can stuff your plate without people staring.

This little buddhist baldwin is a real hit. Maybe I should get a monk outfit. Then I am going to bust it out this weekend. And I could care less what everybuddhistbody might think. Busting out in a monk outfit shall separate the men from the boys.

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So now you can see my obsessions are not healthy. Perhaps I need a new hobby.

massshin'tatoes

2009-11-01T20:40:00.001+08:00

As part of my goal to improve my kitchen skills, I’ve decided to really dedicate myself this time and I made something awesomely delightful this morning. I mashed potatoes. It's easy and dumb and I don't care because my potatoes kicked ass! From this moment on it'll be known as massh'kintatoes. She kicked so much ass that I am writing about it here and after that I am messaging everyone I know to tell them how much its royal mashedness kicked ass. In fact, it was pretty much more than ass kickerin, it was an epic of kickalicious deliciousness. With a taste of my potatoes, all the girls that I have not been with yet will throw themselves at me knowing that I can make this dumb delight and take their taste buds to an ecstasy. Beat that Bobby Flay!

recycling ignorance

2009-10-25T23:12:00.004+08:00

Kids, recycling is a big part of the on-going green revolution. It refers to the process of making use of something useless like taking glass bottles to your local bottle bank, taking unwanted clothes to your local charity shop.. all these are great ways to get involved with recycling.

However, recycling is not always best. Sometimes it takes the hard reality of facts to spur us into thinking, and realize that sometimes, recycling has odd consequences for us. Exhibit A:

In case you needed some more concrete reasons to understand what am I saying as to why recycling is not always a good thing to do, this shall clear your arguments as for why we shouldn't always recycle our waste.. the country's waste I'd say.

I guess we all know by now that finding examples of such political ignorance is like shooting a fish in a barrel. Kids, don't be dumb. Campaign for good leaders. Any casual mentions or cute chats will do. Get involved! We can no longer afford to have kids who respond with a blank-eyed huh to political talks.. such ignorance is a civic disaster in the making. Goodnight and God bless this ass kickin country.

movin out

2009-10-18T17:47:00.002+08:00

Yes finally I'm moving out into a very scary and exciting independence. I've already found a place down south and this is really happening. I'll be in the neighborhood where fancy people pay toll and suffer from horrible highway traffic.

I guess I’m leaving behind a comfort zone, a relatively pampered lifestyle.. such as: the fact that I have very little money is balanced by living with my family, not paying for electricity or food or rent and drive a generously fueled car.

I’m absolutely overwhelmed and floating along this idea. Still waiting for things to sink in. The act of moving really lets you take stock on what you do have in life. I can say I have full control to change any situation in my life now, which I believe is the greatest luxury everyone has.

So when people ask me why I have to move out despite the economical crunch of it all, I always say it's near work. And yeah I haven't mentioned that I might start working soon, perhaps. But I always knew that's partly the reason. Well I always thought that part of growing up is getting your own place. You plan your own life from going to college to applying for a job. Then eventually you want to get your own place and deal with adult responsibilities like bills and budgeting.

So now I need to put my entire life (well, maybe only the very essential bits of it) into boxes. But packing is a bit intimidating that I just want to throw everything in. Never thought it would be this hard that I’m drinking an insane amount of water to somehow work with the oral fixation to help ease the stress.

Now my hinges are coming loose in the sight of all this packing and planning that must be done. But I know it’s going to be worth it. I just need a little more strength to see this through. Perhaps I shall be back once the dust settles in my new place. Roll on soon.

finding neverland

2009-10-10T09:16:00.002+08:00

The past few days I feel like I'm in weirdtown that I find everything to be gray, nothing to be interesting and pretty much blaze about everything. Whatever frolicking inspiration I have has left with Ondoy and Pepeng. I think somebody has cut off my balls when I was asleep. It seems like my sack is chained up somewhere with all of my other talents and expectations.

So instead of doing interesting things, like going out to drink heavily, I'll repute on actually trying to write something of substance. To further my lack of finding anything inspiring, tonight I am going to read a book.. or at least try to. I might top it off with a viewing of Finding Neverland. I might even bake some cookies and knit myself a sweater after. My apologies for sounding like cry baby bitch. I expect a full recovery after this weekend.

epic of ondoy

2009-09-27T01:36:00.002+08:00

Brothers and sisters, today we made history. Our generation broke the record for the highest 24-hour rainfall in Metro Manila in a span of six hours. Mother nature is finally taking her revenge through Ondoy. Ah shit.. if humans are assholes, Ondoy, you're the biggest motherhumper and the godfather of all assholes. This isn't funny. Tomorrow we shall cut trees and plug in all our electronics. Fuck you Ondoy. Enjoy your weekend everyone.

shark you!

2009-09-23T15:24:00.003+08:00

Today NGC had a story about a giant fish being caught. It was a huge sonuvabitch shark. I was watching as the shark was hauled up from the water with a bunch of rope in front of an adoring crowd. All I could think of is if I were a shark I would EAT MORE PEOPLE.

YES. Humans are assholes. You don’t see a bunch of sharks cheering when a limb of a surfer is bitten off. Sharks don’t make a big deal about it they just chomp and leave. I really felt bad for that shark. She looked so hurt and sad. She’s not a monster, she’s just a fish. All she was doing was being a shark and having lunch.

To all of you cheering the murder of this glorious fish be scared, payback's a hellamotherfucker. I’d stay out of the water if I were you. I heard they are expanding to the shore. This shark’s asskickin family is waiting for you. They want to eat your legs and arms and face leaving you a faceless human meat for other idiots to point and laugh at.

The shark would leave your ears so you could hear all the laughter at your expense. And probably save your right eye as well to see the flashes of feasting photographers to sell your shot in a magazine. Doubt it? Well, there's a reason sharks have been around for millions of years and will be around longer than our asses. They’re smart and cunning and they don’t need a crowd of cheering idiots to do some shark damage.

lesbotainment

2009-09-18T08:57:00.001+08:00

I’ve come to realize that some girls don’t hold their alcohol well. Well, some do – but most don’t and these girls were in the "don’t" category.

For whatever reason writing here has become low on the priority scale. I have hated sitting infront of my computer this week. I've just spent more time hanging out with actual people. On a good note I saw two chicas making out this week. The other one was cute, but bitchy-looking and the other was relatively hot. Anypoop the night started something like this:

I was in Katipunan for what seems like a tradition. There was a UFC match on TV that no one seems interested in. I started drinking alone while watching the place gets crowded early and my friends were still trying to make their way through the shitty weather to get there from work. So I was forced to keep myself entertained with the constant head turns and flow of beers into my system. That is until these seemingly cute girls in soccer team uniforms who are at this bar quite often started rushing their umpteenth beers.

All of a sudden the flirting amongst themselves begins. I’ve caught them openly making out at their table just like the Katy Perry song. So I promptly sign to my beer buddies who just arrived so we all can get a good laugh out of it. But it turns out that all of a sudden everyone in the pub's trying to see where this is going to go. Well nothing makes up for bad tv like two drunk chicas making out.

We keep cheering them to ourselves to keep on drinking so that the night can be a good one. I knew everyone in the pub was picturing these two girls making out and somehow an illogical idea that they would somehow be part of a threesome. Every guy was wishing, praying, hoping and believing for a touchdown.

Me and my friends have stick it out for a long time. But nothing had happened when we had to leave the bar. Sadly, the night was just meant to be a one big tease filled with the hopes of desperate guys. It was quite the bummer.

potty mouth

2009-09-10T09:07:00.000+08:00

I am happy at the amount of traffic I get on this site. Some of you are my friends, who I believe are forced, a lot of you are strangers and a lot of you are probably just curious little internet apes. But what is more surprising to me is the funny R rating I got for this blog. Likewise, looking at the statistics and words used in order to rate this page is weirdly amusing.

So how did I bring this R rating upon myself? "This rating was determined based on the presence of the following words: *poop(4x) *bitch(3x) * ass(2x) * death(1x)"

So may I ask you, does this blog really contains very strong language? I mean, pooop? really?? I don’t think I have mentioned poop and ass in a long time, yet that’s how I got a hardcore R for this blog. These words brought a bloody red censorship to my sweet little youthful site. I am honestly not sure how I feel about all this R-rating but it is what it is and it is proof that I am a dirty bastard (at times). So kids if you're under 18, you might need parental permission before.... oh fuck it.

Just another thought, what if I double the use of these words, what rating could I knocked myself into?

phlegm donor

2009-09-08T13:24:00.001+08:00

It's confirmed. I'm a carrier monkey. A goober. A germ donor. A mucus faucet. A phlegm hocker. I am ill. I am really ill. Like for real. And it's just lovely being home. Maybe it's the weather. So I'll be spending the day on the sofa, in my ass kicking bachelor PJs, watching a lot of comedy teenpic DVDs and drinking more lemony juice.

The DVDs I have lined up for today's viewing are Ferris Bueller's Day off, Risky Business, Back to the Future, and Bring It On (well there's just nothing better than watching prepubescent girls jumping around in cheerleading outfits), and currently making my way streaming the US Open as I type this so again, apologies if I get confused at any point while blogging.

My brain is 90% phlegm so zero interesting thoughts shall happen today. Likewise, I'd rather leave the blog here. Roll on soon.. need to get more kleenex.

hey, i'm high

2009-09-04T14:16:00.001+08:00

Back off grammar crits. Bad grammar really drives me nuts but I'm high on paracetamol and lemony drinks so laugh at my embarassing mistakes and ignore what you can't correct.

I am ill. Like really really. I feel hammered today after my three hour drive home last night. No wonder regular long drivers are always such miserable basterds. A three hour drive is bloody long. It felt like I had absolutely nowhere to go of any interest. I think I'm pretty lucky I don't have to do this every single day or I might just die. There is something about monotonous driving for hours that completely wears you out.

Techically you are sitting down, and I don't usually get tired from sitting down. Unless I've eaten embarrassing amounts, then I can get tired doing anything. Except sleeping. Although I have on occassion slept so much that when I wake up I'm still tired. That always leaves thinking as to what to do, because I want more sleep but if I have more sleep then I'll feel like I need more sleep. Crazy huh? But it does make a lot of sense.

absobloodylutely

2009-08-29T17:14:00.003+08:00

Let me start this by saying that I am a retard. I do love music, all kinds anytime and anywhere. I live my life with headphones on or speakers blaring at all times. I was cleaning my room with "the Strokes" in the background. I love a soundtrack to everything I do. For me it makes the world a better place and I feel like I am constantly the star in my own video. And as you all know I'd love to share my talent with the world. I believe my skill is amazing and perfect most of the time. So I constantly live in this pretentious world in my room. I was dancing and singing like Julian Casablancas. I got so into it that I don't know why I had to resort to biting my lip to the point of drawing blood. I really am an adult what can i say.

a bitch's butler

2009-08-22T17:04:00.004+08:00

Again, I spent my friday night watching the dark knight at home with my dog. It's starting to feel like a weekend tradition, like a healthy substitute for beers. Thanks Christopher Nolan for making this brilliant masterpiece. This tradition has made me more aware of my dependence on alcohol. Without you and your batman films, I'd still be in bed with a bad hangover.

Like Bruce Wayne, I think I could really use a butler. I want the stereotype one, tall, polite, very British.. an Alfred prototype. One who has no sense of humor. One that keeps secrets, ignores my split personality and quietly sends hungover girls out the secret door before a business meeting or my family coming to visit. And yes, he would wear a typical black suit with penguin tails and a bow tie.

As I lay here in bed, I think about breakfast being brought to me.. bacon, waffles, sugary donuts, grilled cheese sandwich, mmmmm. But all I have is my dog looking at me. Thunderstorms terrified her last night so I let her spend the night in my room. But the good explosive scenes while the Joker was taking down Gotham didn't help her anxiety. She jumped on my bed and hunkered down under my blanket trembling.

I wonder if my dog thinks of me as her butler. After all, I feed her, sometimes bathe her, scratch her 6,7 or 8 nipples. And all she does is lay, bat her eyes, wag her tail and smile when I come home. Just look at her now, probably wondering when will I take her downstairs. What a spoiled bitch!

out of sync

2009-08-15T00:47:00.001+08:00

Ahh, the circle of life. For years, I have prided myself on my CD collection which I started when I was 14. But times have changed, and I can't really remember the last time I popped one of my these babies on. They are doing nothing but sitting on my shelf, taking up valuable space, sorted alphabetically by artist and by genre. Yes, I am that anal.

I got a couple cds I'm no longer too fussed to keep so I thought I'd sell them. I realized since most cds are mass produced, I'm doubtful they would still be worth much in years. I think just like vinyl, they will go through a period of being just about worthless, then eventually may come back only on certain artists and rare albums.

I'd say I do have a diverse taste in artists and I'm proud enough to say that I own an NSYNC cd. You can't blame a kid about to hit puberty right? Well neighbors, be my guest to sniff out all the embarrassing names in my collection. Tomorrow, I am selling some of them for 200 bucks a pop in our garage. I doubt an nsync cd would ever be worth something in the future. Bye Bye Bye!!

poop on the streets

2009-08-13T12:06:00.001+08:00

I hate those sign holding people. Like holding those stupid uncreative signs, screaming at passing cars changes people's minds one bit. These people are so annoying that sometimes when I see them I just want to run them over and crush their poorly-made signs. I want to hear their pain as they hit the windshield. Or maybe just throw a grenade, like they say.. better, faster and stronger. After they are good and dead I will take what little money is in there pockets and buy crappy food as I watch birds pick their tiny brains that are spewed across the street.

I'm sorry but I'm a little grumpy and I saw them on tv and they annoy me. Don't get me wrong, I know the government smells like poop. The whole New York reeks of poop after Gloria's one million dollar dinner. Like is anyone really looking out for the others? Aren't they just concerned with their own poo, returning favors from people who corruptly got them in position. I'm just saying that I am sick of everybody being a bunch of sign holders, tweeting about their beliefs. I mean they're loud and annoying and they cause traffic. How could I ever learn to like them?

horseplay

2009-08-08T13:22:00.000+08:00

I’m still up from last night. Wow, we killed the place. Totally killed it. We had free drinks, treats, new friends and sunrise. Last night deserves more attention, but maybe when I’m not still buzzed. Anyway, my buddy messaged me all excited about a horse playing football. It’s funny to get anything like that. I am so proud that he found something online that made him laugh and weirdly thought of me.

When I cannot write I procrastinate by watching weird videos. I know I know I have a problem. I have a bad obsession with weird entertainment. But they are so much fun. I find them to be a good cure for depression. What else can i say? Enjoy.

1933-2009

2009-08-03T22:53:00.003+08:00

She was the country's heroine, a moral leader, a warrior of peace for many people. Everything she said came from the heart and she would back it up to death with kindness, honesty and a smile. Our heartfelt sympathy goes to the Aquino Family.

year-off

2009-07-31T13:49:00.000+08:00

I might use a little time out after graduation. I've been thinking to take a transitional year.. like a year off before going directly to interviews for serious career positions. I want to figure out what I really want to do. Maybe make a difference or give back to the society.

Perhaps take a year off to gain additional experience, maybe to build a good resume and to have concrete career goals. I just feel like having unique experiences before settling down to this profession. Maybe travel to another city or country and have a different lifestyle.. to have fun with real valuable experiences.

I'm sure there would be employers who will question why I didn’t have a job right away after graduating. And I'm sure some will not admire personal development as an option. I know many students feel that, like after spending the past four or five years studying hard, they deserve a break. Right kids?

I know it is very easy for a year-off to become a year-wasted. I know my mom would interpret this time off as slacking off. I can hear her saying: “After all the money we spend on your education, you need to take a real job!” "Get your butt off and face the real world!”

True. I'm done resting my ass off for 3 or 4 months now. This little time off isn't going to be just a vacation. I got friends from highschool who took the unconventional postgraduate career, traveled throughout Asia and volunteered with foreign programs. Many of them stressed how much their unconventional experiences have benefited their careers.

I mean postgraduation hiatus isn't necessarily a vacation like most of us would think. Unconventional shouldn’t mean unproductive. I could still invest in that time out, like volunteering and learning about myself along the way. It does makes productive sense right?

random

2009-07-30T21:24:00.001+08:00

This made me laugh. Some people are just awesome. Just when I think I am all alone in the world with my love for weird crappiness, these guys came up with the strangest way to entertain themselves. I dig it when i find other people funny. Nice, nice.

craptacular

2009-07-25T22:23:00.000+08:00

Hey I am a worthless douche. I just looked at my calendar and it's almost August already. Instead of being a productive citizen for the past 4 months, I have done nothing but drink, drink, play tennis, crash on my friend's couch and eat crappy food. Don’t get me wrong nothing's more fun than being a lazy dooosh and I seem to excel at it. But somehow, it does make me wonder what happened to the drive I once had.

I keep telling myself and everyone else that this is just a phase.. but isn’t a phase supposed to end at some point and not get worse? I know I know, I’m just acting like a bitchy little girl. Believe me, I know some people have it worse off and my phase is fun, it’s just not that satisfying. So as I sit here watching Big Bang Theory on a beautiful lazy afternoon, I’m not blaming anyone but myself.

Anywoo, I was taking a leak a moment ago and I just realized I play this weird game of flushing the toilet at the exact moment that when it finishes flushing I am done taking a pee. It’s a game of accuracy and timing. I don’t know when or why I started doing this, but now I can’t seem to stop. I started to think of it as a sport and I suddenly thought of bathroom Olympics. Longest pee, synchronized pissing, biggest poop, longest poop.. my list is endless and quite frankly not going anywhere. Sounds exciting right?

Oh well. Poopty frinkin doo!! Maybe I should get a job.

Speaking of toilets, I’m not sure if this is ingenious or sickening. There's a chain restaurant sprawling in Asia that provides a bit of creative dining. Diners sit upon glitzy pimped toilets while enjoying their meals on glass-topped sinks and bathtubs. Patrons who have the privilege of dining will get to eat out from their very own craptacular tiny toilet bowls. I just hope eating here won't feel like a shit.

You’ve to admit that a full toilet-themed restaurant is pretty gnarly.. something you’ll only find in crazy Asian countries. And I’m pretty sure this would be a flush hit in Manila. If people here found joy on gross-out shit like 2 girls 1 cup, I guess this is nothing unusual for you.

(In case you did not know, 2 girls 1 cup is a nasty vid around the web. I do not recommend watching it, as these images of girls eating poo will be stuck in your head forever.)

mad-onna hatter

2009-07-19T21:51:00.006+08:00

I admire Tim Burton's impressive concepts in movies. This gothic supremo is pretty much responsible for my interest in dark and gloomy themes. So the reason why I bring up Tim Burton is because he has a very interesting project on deck. There's the full length remake of Alice In Wonderland, another Burton and Depp combo, where Johnny Depp will play Madonna, Mia Wasikowska as Alice, Helena Bonham Carter as the Red Queen and Anne Hathaway as The White Queen. I heard the movie will honor Lewis Carroll’s 19th-century classic injecting a Burton-esque trademark weirdness. I can't wait to see what comes out of Tim Burton's whacked-out imagination.

Johnn Depp as Madonna in the new Alice in Wonderland makes me pee out of excitement. Sources say he has dropped some serious weight for the movie role. New pictures from Depp and Burton's film have surfaced and this is one of the first promo shots for the Burton-ized Alice In Wonderland. Johnny Depp was even seen sporting a pink leotard two days ago in preparation for his new role. I guess only Tim Burton could get Depp into these things.

Sorry wait.. this just in.. Johnny Depp is set to play the Mad Hatter.. not Madonna. My apologies. Anyone else have a sudden brain fart and think this is just Madonna?

leg spasm

2009-07-16T14:54:00.001+08:00

I always keep my cell phone on vibrate. I do this because I hate the stupid ring tones and fartsy cuteness that goes with it. I think ring tones are just to show off and make other people judge you by how cool, obscure or hip your ring tone is. So I stick with vibrate. It makes my life easy. If I'm a girl without the manly package down there, then it might give me extra pleasure.

Lately I have been leaving my phone at home, not charging it or forgetting it places. And the weird part is I always think my phone is vibrating in my pocket even when its not there. I think I have trained my thigh to vibrate when I’m thinking of calling someone or it just starts vibrating for no apparent reason at all. I’m always grabbing my thigh and nothing is there. And I guess you can picture how freakishly embarrassing to see someone randomly grab and feel his thigh.

No phone or whatever, nothing to vibrate but my leg. I am beginning to worry that I am getting this involuntary muscle twitching or something. Maybe this is an early sign of Alzheimer’s or Parkinson's. Fuck, I don’t want any of those things. I’m not sure if it’s that technology sucks or if getting one of those does.

It’s scary to think we have trained our thighs to vibrate for no reason. I wonder if I am the only one with this problem. Maybe it’s the next pandemic that will cross the nation, yet no one still wants to talk about it. It's good to have this blog to influence people to speak up before it's too late. Wait, is that my phone vibrating? Nope, just a leg spasm.

weapon of choice

2009-07-10T17:29:00.002+08:00

Check out Djokovic's signature racquet from Head. I held one his unstrung rackets yesterday and it was near perfect. This is the lightest racquet I've tried. The specs and the paint job are just amazing. Recreational or not, I wouldn't mind spending big for it. I have the Babolat AeroPro Drive right now and I am starting to hate it. All my shots were slightly off-centered, it vibrates on every hit and I'm really playing aweful with it. I think it's time to let it go.

So should I spend that much for recreational hitting? I'm a recreational player, I’m someone who likes to hit on weekends. Like hitting for hours on end, getting into a rhythm with my strokes and experimenting with different techniques. That's how I play. I prefer to get out there with a hitting partner for some unstructured hitting.

I'm in for long rallies, some short one’s and for some weird ones (when I try and show off some trick shots). In social matches I'm free to experiment, enjoy my strokes and just be out there hitting. I’m not saying that it isn’t a good idea to practice and improve your game, but for me it’s about having the most fun, so I’ll take the random rallying instead. Now by that, do you think I should shell out 12k for such racquet genius?

wait and see

2009-07-08T12:59:00.001+08:00

Are the good times really over? I’ve been uninspired the past couple of days. I cannot seem to make fun of anything. I’m really not sure why. I guess I need to shake something up, like run naked in our street or do something to spice things up a bit around here. I’ve been drinking and going out with friends more often now but all we ever talk about is work.

So going back to thinking about what I`m going to do next. Maybe I'll start up talking to people about possible opportunities, organize my portfolio, write about stuff that I had been thinking about for a long time and probably blog a bit more.. and yeah look for a job. Now may be a good time to get a job.

I'm pretty open about what and where I can be right now: full time or project-based, employee or independent, Manila or elsewhere. I guess time will tell.

But as part of the latest round of global lay-offs now my chance of getting the job that I want abroad is almost like striking a lottery. There's a break in construction and certainly, permits for new construction will virtually come to a halt. I'm so sure hiring interns would be their least priority. Global recessions don't usually end in a matter of months.. perhaps a year to a year and a half or more. If only my degree starts at a later time, the chances will be higher.

So for now I guess staying in Manila makes more sense. I've sent out resumes to several local firms and got like three possible oppurtunities right now. We got some good firms for interns here while everyone abroad is taking a real wait-and-see approach.

wimbledon 2009

2009-07-06T12:37:00.000+08:00

You probably know I love Tennis. It’s not for everyone, but I enjoy it. It is the greatest sport in the world in my humble opinion and nothing comes close the sophisticated kick assness that is tennis. One of my favorite players of all time is Roger Federer. For those of you that do know Roger Federer already, then you know how much he rules the tennis court. For those of you who do not know who he is, you are in for a treat. Well Federer is just one of the greatest tennis players of all time.

Last night's was one of the best and longest Wimbledon Finals I've seen. Roddick was expected to direct the game through his serves, occasionally firing huge ones to Federer. But over the course of the match Federer was more accurate, hitting aces and spreading his serves around the corners of the service boxes to keep Roddick guessing where to go.

In the end Roger Federer defeated Andy Roddick after four hours to win another Wimbledon title and his 15th major title overall, more than any other man in the history of tennis.

On the other hand, lazy Sunday is over. I guess one of the best days that you have in your lifetime are not the days that are jampacked. Some of the best days in your life are those days that the PJ’s stay on all day and watch non-educational tv. That was yesterday. It has been a great weekend and here I am, being 100% lazy again with all the vigor in the world. Cheers to crazy mondays everyone!

freedumb?

2009-07-03T15:17:00.000+08:00

Back in 2007, the movie Into the Wild earned strong positive reviews from critics. So I did what any guy would do.. I downloaded it. It was a bit grainy, the video was poor, but I got to see the movie. It was a good film and I enjoyed it. Script was good and I believe Sean Penn's direction was impressive.

I have the original DVD now sitting on my shelf so please don’t judge me, I know you’re not as torrentz clean as you think you are. Anyway yesterday I watched Into the Wild again with a different set of eyes. The first time, I was just watching the commendable acting and Sean Penn's writing. When I watched it the second time, the third time, the fourth, I really walked away with a different thought.. one that hit a lot closer.

The character makes some decisions, for better or worse. He destroyed all his credit cards and identification documents, donates nearly his entire savings and sets out to travel alone to Alaska and experience its nature firsthand. Why? It’s what he feels he should do. In the wild - it’s the only place he feels his purpose, his existence.

As the movie rolls on towards the end, I was left thinking about my own life. Ever since I graduated college, I’ve pretty much been saying to myself, I’ll figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. And it hasn’t been that easy.

I feel like Emile Hirsch's character. I want to escape, away from everyone and everything, meet new people, learn new culture.. like having a new life. Like leave what I have now in pursuit of absolute freedom from obligations and all.

I’ve spent the last 5 years studying architecture. I have the creativity that God has given me in this field. I love design. I love sitting behind a monitor doing 3d models, firing up SketchUp and making magic with Photoshop. But will my ability in architecture and design can keep me happy? Is it where I should be?

I spend so much time obsessing over what I should be doing, that sometimes I do nothing. There’s things I know. There’s things I can do. There’s things I do well. And I’ve had my share of events that have shaped me and shaped what and why I do things. So now what?

bear awesomeness

2009-06-30T21:51:00.000+08:00

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

2009-06-28T19:31:00.000+08:00

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

2009-06-27T13:29:00.001+08:00

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

2009-06-21T13:36:00.002+08:00

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

2009-06-16T15:01:00.001+08:00

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.

2009-06-11T23:48:00.001+08:00

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

2009-06-08T00:14:00.005+08:00

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

2009-06-05T14:48:00.000+08:00

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.

nuuumbnut?

2009-05-29T16:37:00.000+08:00

"Laodicean", "herniorrhaphy", "ophelimity", "derriengue".. can you spell any of these? Let's forget the spelling, have you even heard of these words? What about numbnut? Yeah Kavya Shivashankar bagged the title this year but Sameer Mishra is still the ultimate spelling bee bad ass. Who could ever forget the numnah kid?

Nothing can ever match the shear intensity of spelling bee. Like what's more exciting than watching these little kids who could spell words that most of us have never even heard of in our lives? Watching these kids’ heads whirl as they try to get words I’ve never heard is fascinating enough to watch.

You can feel the nerves as these young kids stand up there and freakishly spell words like "palatschinken”, ”apodyterium”, “geusioleptic” and “maecenas”. I mean seriously, what do these kids eat? Young kids with freakishly large brains like these should be hailed as the rockstars of the nerd world.

i hate hospitals

2009-05-26T21:47:00.001+08:00

Back in 2007, we designed a 200-bed general hospital for design class. It was the most inspired design work I've done in college. Ironically, I've never liked hospitals. I usually equate them with needles, and that means torture and pain. I hate everything about it. I hate how they’re not comfortable, how they all smell the same like tasteless food, lysol and something else. I hate how hospitals can age you ten years, as if time just seems to drag by and it's depressing.

I hate it. I cringe when I drive pass them. I tense up even by just thinking of going to a hospital. Like yesterday I spent 2 hours at the hospital with my sister. She went to a doctor to get some tests done and just the mere idea of it disgusts me. She was poked and prodded and I spent quite a bit of the last 2 hours in a good bit of psychological pain in the waiting area.

The hospital waiting area is worse than needles. Waiting areas are loud and horrifying. There are groups of family members all standing around with nothing to do. They seem to take the greatest pleasure in spreading celebrity gossips.. like c'mon Hayden Kho doesn't work there. And the cell phones.. phone conversation then needs to be carried out at higher volume in order to be heard over the loud people also trying to talk on their cell phones.. sounds crazy right?

Hospitals really stress me out. Excessive noise from ringing, paging systems, elevator machines, kids running.. this is insanity! I really hate hospitals and I have to go back there and drive my sister again in the morning! I hate it. Does anyone feel my pain?

david bikram

2009-05-13T13:41:00.000+08:00

I guess you've heard so many great stuff about yoga.. rejuvenation, detoxification and some other healthy stuff. I also heard it’s a great place to meet new friends. Well everyone says you can find real attractive girls in yoga classes since they're just there to workout without wearing any makeup at all.

Well the legend is true. There are few more guys than I wanted and quite a handful of girls to get me into yoga. Three girls in the class were really pretty enough to motivate me to get into shape and the rest were disappointingly older and not interesting. But you see I’m not there for the eye candy, though it really makes everything more exciting.

As I pulled my mat close enough to these girls, a half naked guy introduced himself to the class. I had a hard time remembering his name so let's just call him David Bikram. David Bikram is this forever shirtless middle-eastern bikram yoga instructor. He has the body (allegedly toned by bikram yoga) that guys would go gay for. He started the class with a brief yoga story and I got lost as I was staring at this little piece of food stuck in his scruff.

Soon everyone got into this deep breathing posture, a warm up for the body before the whole set of crazy yoga positions. The class was so quiet and the studio was literally hot and we were all sweating so much.

I was about to do this impossibly crazy toe stand pose (it's basically this half-sitting pooping position) when my stomach started growling. From that struggling pose, cold sweat started trickling down my back and I knew it wasn't going to be pretty. I knew there needed to be some action taken. I tried to hold it for a while but this premature sonuvabitch wanted out right now. Damn it.

So I sneaked out of the studio and ran on the other side for the comfort room while David Bikram's boner was distracting everyone in his cobra pose. Thanks to his random excitement I caught an empty restroom. The clean tiles and citrus smell provided a lovely pooping atmosphere and everything was just magical. I can't describe how wonderful I felt right at that moment. The cold clean seat chilled up my behind then.. sonuva-hallelujah!

I shed one tear after finishing my business. I stood in awe for a minute and I'd say it was the best unpredictable dump I had. I left the toilet and walked back out to the studio more confident than I first entered. I wanted to share it to the girls but I don't think they'll enjoy it as much as I did. Besides, that wouldn't be a good conversation starter right?

raed tihs:

2009-05-07T15:37:00.000+08:00

I hate going to the gym and the only daily workout activity that I do is tennis. But due to the rain of the last few days I’m a little far from catching up on my daily exercise. No outdoor activity due to the weather and it's killing me. Is it ever going to stop? I'm not one for running in the rain, so I'm just here sitting still waiting for the sun so I can get out there.

Anyway, I just got this very interesting mail, it's old news but it's really fascinating and I'd like to share its awesomeness to everyone. It's not as fun and demanding as tennis but it's a good exercise for the brain.

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k.o. superstar

2009-05-04T13:32:00.002+08:00

I am sure many people have talked about it and it's frankly shocking. The fight lasted about as long as everybody thought... two rounds. A heavy knockout punch was thrown and Hatton hit the mat. Fans screamed, smiled and yelled for their boxing hero while pale-white Hatton was left dead-unconscious. It was a very entertaining boxing clash regardless how short it was. Grown men (we're talking about men in their 40's) were on their feet jumping up and down cheering like girls at a Jonas Brothers concert. I am just amazed at Pacquaio for having this certain kind of charisma, excitement and success. I mean seriously, look at this guy... The man is a SUPERSTAR.

x-men origins: wolverine

2009-05-02T10:24:00.002+08:00

It was a mistake to pay two hundred bucks and think that the spin-off might be good because the whole movie was just so underwhelming as to be forgettable. After the successes of both Batman films, I was hoping the writers would go along that dark and mature storytelling style of Batman Begins and the Dark Knight. Sadly, Wolverine turned out to be some sloppy live-action cartoon with fake-feeling blue screen effects.

X-Men Origins: Wolverine gave me this weird dejá vù feeling since X-men 2 already spilled the details of wolverine's origins. Yeah, yeah we already know how he got that adamantium so I guess it does not make sense to make a movie about something that even non-comicbook readers already know. And I personally believe that mystery is a big part of wolverine's character and it does not need a two full hours of show and tell. However given that it is annoyingly made as a summer blockbuster for kids to enjoy, I think it is forgivable.

one dick fight

2009-04-29T19:59:00.004+08:00

I had the pleasure of watching a rerun of an old DLSU-ADMU game. I believe this was in 2002.. Game 3 of the DLSU-ADMU game and I was still a young sophomore in LSGH. Tickets were sold in just hours as expected so we didn't bother getting. We sort of planned to watch it in one place and we did in the swanky basement of my friend's house in QC. It was a couple of hours of basketball with a bunch of guys who appreciated the finer things in life.. awesome tv and a cheesy meaty pizza.

It has always been a very interesting rivalry. In fact we all still think the 2002 Finals was the best game to date. The energy was amazing, shots were explosive and we were on our feet jumping up and down, throwing food, fists pumping the air, spilling drinks on their basement rug.

The crowd did bring some great excitement and really got everybody at home so in to it. But whenever the ateneo leads, things tamed down a bit, it got quiet, and we were sitting down and ate our food pissed and quiet. One dick fight!

Everyone complained that Cortez' game was a sell out. Some ref got out of the way and that benefited the Ateneo and it took away the cool cat's natural luck. But as much as I hate his game that day, I'd say he's still one of the best players in DLSU. Luckily he played his worst in one of the best DLSU-ADMU games and by that, he'd still be a remembered green archer.

britain's got boyle

2009-04-27T20:14:00.006+08:00

I have to say I was bummed to see the AnoopDawg go. I was rooting for this guy not just because of his envied vocals. I was a bit hoping to see a different finale this season. I'm craving to see something new, different, unpredictable, shocking in a way.. a midget, an indian guy, singing siamese twins, or a bald woman probably, something we haven't seen but still got the guns to blow the judges' heads.

Susan Boyle for example. Look at her. I thought she was going to juggle teapots in her left while shaving her tongue with the other. Who would've thought that lady could sing so well?? I mean wasn't she extraordinary?

I was blown away when I first saw Susan Boyle days back. She was unexpectedly amazing. So I started thinking. Why was I so much amazed at this lady's voice like everyone else? Why are we so fascinated by Susan Boyle? Would everyone be just as excited if she was 18 and could have been hot instead? Why do we all have this certain idea that unattractive people are not expected to be as talented? Or are we just simply excited that an unattractive someone who never got a chance at her dream is now finally getting big? Well, Britain's really got some big talent there.

hungover

2009-04-23T18:41:00.000+08:00

I promised myself that I would never apologize on this blog for being too busy to post. Lots of people do that.. they don't post for a while, start to feel guilty, and write a meek apology to readers about how sorry they are for not writing in the last week. That will not be me. Real life happens, and sometimes blogging is not high on the priority list.

Anyway, my highschool buddy invited me out the other night for a man-date. We went to a party and it was a good party I’d have to say. Full of nice people, nice food, nice music, like everything was pretty swanky. I’m used to college parties with loud messes that I normally spill everything from my glass to the senseless words from my mouth. So I was kind of hoping for a big breakdown, bitch slapping or chick wrestling or something to break up the monotony of this perfect night but nothing. I hate it.

It made me a bit bored. It's one of those parties that you'd want to force booze down everyone's throat like hungry little baby birds. The night was as perfect as it shouldn't be.. perfect and lame at the same time. All of this lovely mingling and small talks trying to act like civilized took its toll on me so I found myself busy with my drink. I got so busy that one nice drink turned into several and then a few more.

I got way hammered that night and woke up lying in someone else's bed (not my first time). Good thing the girl who threw the party is a hangover god, like a trained hangover nurse. Her house is filled with different kinds of pills, from vitamins to vicodin that eased me through the tough morning. I was in bed the whole day and she got me covered. I have a special hangover tea in my left hand and hours of Chuck dvd with a push of a button in my right. Who said hangover isn't fun at all? I'd say it was my favorite worst hangover. And by the way, Chuck is a great show.

anoop dawg

2009-04-16T12:27:00.003+08:00

Thick brows are in!! Vote for anoop you racist tards!! How the hell did he get in the bottom 3?! Anoop killed the Robin Hood's theme and it was amazing (unless you're a tasteless retard). Best vocals, good arrangement.. Anoop Desai definitely stepped it up and indeed it was one of the top performances last night. Buy some q-tips america it might help clean the peanut butter out of your ears!!!!

3rd blogoversary

2009-04-04T20:46:00.002+08:00

ArrestedMagikero turns three!! I started this little hobby three years ago last April 3. It has been a fun ride over the past couple of years. Looking back at the old posts, it's fun to see silliness and maturity all that much in three years. Overall, arrestedmagikero has grown leaps and bounds over the years and I thank everyone that has visited, linked and hyped my blog along the way. That's it for now. Cheers! and thank you for reading.

the new graduate

2009-04-03T17:49:00.003+08:00

Graduation is without a match the greatest achievement in the lives of students. Whether it is from high school or college, it is a source of pride for someone who has put in countless hours of hard work. Words alone can’t express how proud you are as a graduate. All I can say is.. yeah baby!! We did it! I made it over the hump.. uh whatever that means.

I've looked forward to graduation all my life since it just means one thing: school is over. Yes, school is done and now I am officially unemployed. I'm off to the real world as a young architect and it shall be legendary. So I thought if I'm going to work for the rest of my life, I guess I deserve to take some time off. Maybe a month of fun, traveling, and discovering my other passions. Since the world of employment is inevitable, why should I be in a rush?

cheers to beers

2009-03-27T11:41:00.003+08:00

Some beers were born to be stars of our living room. They have earned a place in our hearts as a result of funny, thought-provoking, unusual and simply unforgettable TV commercials. Here are some of the best beer commercials on cable TV, so take a beer in hand, sit back and enjoy.

Heineken: So what is every man's dream??.. a walk-in fridge

Carlton Draught: The Big Ad. This Australian beer pokes fun at the big set-piece commercials by being purposely self-referential, but is all the better for it. Worth inclusion for the sheer audacity of pulling it off! Definitely a personal favorite.

Brahma: Refreshingly Voodoo. From the Brazilian beer makers is this inventive commercial with an excellent punch line. Saying any more than that would possibly ruin things…

tennis anyone?

2009-03-18T16:17:00.008+08:00

Do you ever find yourself in a bad mood on the tennis court? Maybe you're losing. Maybe you're playing poorly and you're worried that your partner is getting a bit bored at you. Maybe you just have had a really crappy morning and there's no one reason you're in a bad mood, you just are. Times like these are just not avoidable. And let me warn you. Based on my own experience, if you don't snap out of that bad mood, you're going to lose. Trust me.

I was down a set and playing terribly yesterday. I smacked the yellow ball into the net, into the back fence, far left, far right. I hit the ball everywhere except where I wanted.. which is inside the lines. When I am distracted, the unforced errors just keep coming. I know I have to remind myself to get a grip, calm down, breathe deeply and then just play friendly tennis. Just get the ball back, stop the errors and wait to get into some kind of groove. But there was no pace, no rhythm to my game and absolutely no cerebral orchestration of my skill. My match was a joke.. a real disaster.

Coach Mikko and I took a break. I need more than a few seconds to calm down and lighten up. I need a real mental break of at least a minute. This might mean a slow walk back to my position or it can be a tied shoe that suddenly needs unnecessary re-tying. I try to find ways to calm down. Actually I just need to go ahead and acknowledge that I'm having a bad day. Making a joke out of it made it easier to diffuse the tension I'm feeling and soon I got into a better frame of mind.

So after I settled down, I quit trying so hard that things just fell into place. The ball starts landing where I was aiming, the points added up, and the next thing I know, I had come back and won the match... I wish. Well, it could've been better if it ended that way. Here's what really happened: While points are adding under my name, rainclouds came and killed our second set. And I was down one set, so yes.. technically I lost.

7-eleven date

2009-03-12T11:41:00.008+08:00

You’d think weeknights would be rather boring, laid back and relaxing, well not for me. I promised myself that I will be meeting and making more friends as this lifestyle of not-knowing-anyone-apart-from-school-friends needs to change. This means that I’m going to start building a new circle of friends outside college and highschool.

So anyway the story starts in traffic. I was pointlessly sitting in traffic at 8:15 last night. So I took a turn and parked nearby and just walk the rest of the distance to meet up with the guys. We had a few drinks but I warned them that I can’t stay out late because I have to drive my sister to the airport 4:30 in the morning. I’m sure they wanted to stay out longer but probably only like a few more minutes and that wouldn’t be worth it. Few hours later, I said my final goodbye to my friends and two great girls who I may very likely never see again in my life.

As I walked across the street, I bumped into someone. Well apparently she was someone I knew from an old highschool soiree. Small world indeed. I was about to say hi when she ran to the convenience store. Either distracted, drunk or just not-so-intelligent, she almost got hit by an SUV while crossing a very narrow street. Pretty drunk I guess.

It's 2:45 and I have to go home and sleep. But I followed her in and pretended I'm out of yosi though I really don't smoke. She looks drunk and wasted as she struggles with her slurpee straw. Anyway, so there I was following her with my eyes, browsing over the noodles section until she walked towards me with her raspberry slurpee and said:

"Hi!"
"Uhh Hey!"
"I like noodles." was what I said grinning next to a bunch of instant noodles.. terrible.. not so creative indeed.
"La Salle right?"
"Uhh LSGH.. yeah I was." so she remembers.
"Nica." she said with a cute flirty smile, then she burped.

I smiled and offered my hand and she laughed like a drunk dog that I could clearly see the dehydrated overchewed gum in her mouth. She wanted to hang out and have a little talk. I agreed to hang out a bit well knowing that it’ll kill my next day because I’ll be so exhausted.

After a couple of 7-eleven coffees and a rather bizarre chat, I really really have to go. I'll be driving my sister in an hour and I'm still there killing time with a drunk girl from an old highschool soiree. I know it'll be awkward to walk away from a nice weird talk but I'm starting to picture that my sister will cut my blue balls off if I won't be home in an hour. So there there, we said our goodbyes, we hugged and called it a night and I walked out of the store and waved goodbye.

I know nothing about what qualifies a good date or what a successful one is, aside from a kiss, which didn’t happen. But it was a nice talk that couldn’t gone any better and I felt like she was into me (hopefully not induced by alcohol) just as much as I was into her. She was interested in my conversation and I was interested in her conversation. We both made serious eye contact all night while we just talked and talked.

Well you see I’ve never been with a girl who I connected with so much that neither of us wanted to leave except we had commitments early the next day. I haven't slept since last night and there are things that I’m still curious about. I've been recalling that cute "date" we had and it's hard getting my mind off of it. I was about to invite her out for a real date, and as I scroll down my phonebook, I realized I didn't get her number. I mean seriously??? How stupid was that?? So now if you'll excuse me I'll look for a strong sturdy noose and hang myself.

news flash

2009-03-11T14:44:00.000+08:00

Everyone talks about the same thing: economic gloom, job cuts and recession. This is not what a young bum, fresh out of school, wants to hear. And worse, they all say it's not going to be over soon. But no worries friends. I read that the country is in a better financial position than most Asian neighbors and it can withstand the global financal meltdown. Not bad right?

a chef-architect

2009-03-05T12:34:00.001+08:00

A friend had been staying with me since monday night. He's a culinary wizard where he can turn every bit of trash in our fridge to a swanky five-star meal. I never thought those rubbish leaves sitting in our fridge could still be made into edible veggie burgers and chicken sandwiches. The whole time he was here we just ate. And eating that much feels like drinking without the hangover. And I think I finally will sober up later today.

Girls love when a guy can cook. Let’s face it, cooking is not a top priority in the lives of every man. We often exist on boxed foods and packed mixes rather than taking the effort to prepare healthier meals. So in the mission to always improve my lifestyle, I’ve decided to dedicate myself to learning to cook... and then actually try doing it. I cooked something simple this morning just to get me into it, which I think is the best way to get into anything. I cooked pasta. Sounds easy for girls but reading my mom's tiny little handwritten note is really frustrating.

Anyway, cooking was fun. It turned out great. Delizioso! My pasta was well done, sauce was great and the spinach bread from last night's take out made it even better. I'm glad that now I can make myself a meal. And c'mon, we all have those days. Those days when there are no good left overs to toss in the microwave. So when those days come.. I'm ready to take charge in the kitchen.

fallon's first

2009-03-03T12:02:00.004+08:00

We loved him on SNL. We all hated him in the movies. Now he's handed another chance, a gig that could either turn him into a late night TV institution like Carson or Letterman, or could be an embarrassing permanent blemish on his resume. Late Night with Jimmy Fallon was seriously one of the hardest shows to get through. Jimmy Fallon is naturally awkward, which makes him an awesome SNL skit actor, but man he's not a good talk show host.

Robert De Niro and Justin Timberlake were his pilot guests and I assume some parts were scripted to make De Niro seem disinterested, but you could really see his boredom kick in when he was booted to the second chair as Justin Timberlake took the reins. I’m still wondering how Jimmy Fallon even got picked to be the successor to Conan O’Brien. I'm a fan of Fallon on SNL but he was horrible on the Late Night show. He needs a lot of work convincing audiences that he's the right man for the desk.

O'brien signs off

2009-02-23T18:04:00.002+08:00

Friends, the first sign of the Apocalypse is here. Late Night with Conan O'brien has already aired its final show. Conan will move to LA to host the Tonight Show, and the shaky Jimmy Fallon will take over Late Night. The finale featured clips from the past 16 years. It was the climax of the episode as the show brought back favorite guests, nostalgic segments and its insanely unforgettable hits.

Conan O'Brien concluded the show with a speech. His voice was shaking with emotion as he thank his fans, writers, producers, staff, Jay Leno and Letterman as well. John Mayer, Will Ferrell and the White Stripes were there and shared the final show with Conan O'brien. But he was visibly more emotional when he assured the fans that he would not "grow up" as he moved to the Tonight Show.. saying: "I can't. This is who I am, for better or worse." (wooohooo!!!!)

Late Night with Conan O’Brien was for us... the comedy geeks, the night owls, the weird crazy fans. Late Night with O'brien seemed to inhabit this certain crazy upside down world and I love every bit of it. From the horny manatee, the masturbating bear, the FedEx Pope, Max Weinberg 7 and yeah Conan himself. Conan O'Brien is so good that he insanely assumes that his audience is as weird and smart as himself. Conan is an inspirational freak who became a late night institution without pushing much his natural weirdness. And I honestly believe that Conan is too bizarrely crazy for the Tonight Show's audience.

slumdawg at the oscars

2009-02-22T17:31:00.003+08:00

2009 Academy Awards.. where's your money? Barely a day away, we're all scrambling to catch the movies nominated for the oscars. It has been a tradition and this year I'm putting my money on slumdog millionaire. It's a great film and it's one of those films that you want to stand up and cheer for. Every aspect of this film deserves recognition. Brimming with feel good energy and life, I think this is a film to treasure. The perfect blend of flashy and stunning visuals, effective musical score, impressive editing and an intimate story make Slumdog Millionaire a winner.

Unternehmen Walküre

2009-02-20T14:04:00.002+08:00

How can one make a historical thriller when the outcome is already known by the audience? That was what I was thinking before we hit the last full show. We all know, of course, that Hitler survived the attempt on his life, so how can they pull off such suspense that is highly predictable? And we all know that the good guys will win and the bad guys will get their deserve consequences.. so what's the point of watching it?

Well Bryan Singer was able to create so much tension that there actually comes a point where I almost believe that Stauffenberg could kill the Führer. I thought my small knowledge in history would be a joke. And honestly? I really don't know too much about the history of these events so I think it's ok to say that the movie was fairly entertaining. Valkyrie had great moments but for me still not enough to make it fun or exciting to watch over again. It offers a lot of repeated suspense and tension (scoring was really great) but still not a potboiler movie for me.

sorry cnt mke it tonight.

2009-02-16T09:41:00.002+08:00

I was going to meet her at 8 and I have no idea what’s going to happen. It could go well and I might not make it home. Or it could go really bad and I might be home by 9. But after what my friends have told me, I’m not holding out much hope.

I decided to take a detour and had a few drinks... well make that more than a few. I just thought I needed a little drunk stupid fun with the guys after months of wholesome weekends and thesis torture. I badly need some time off so I made a little stopover.

It started off innocently enough as a saturday brunch at my friend's place. While everyone was acting like a bunch of kids, I just go straight for some drinks. And yes, nothing is too early for thirsty guys like us. I had a few shots and realized I should start draining it off with some water if I want to make something of this day. But I got drunk stupid instead. Unable to talk and barely standing is not the best way to meet her.

That Valentine's Day I've learned several things. I learned how offended girls get when you txt msg them trying to cancel plans. I feel bad since I once again asked her to raincheck our plans. Yeah I was such an ass. I don't know why I did that. But tonight I’m going to pursue this girl and even if I have to initiate everything. I will let her know that I’m very interested in her and if she accepts, it means she's also interested.

paris, i love you

2009-02-14T06:47:00.005+08:00

Paris, je t'aime is a collection of short films, each shot in a different part of the city by a different director. Each director tells the story of an unusual encounter in one of the city's neighborhoods, portraying aspects of the city rarely seen in feature films. Love, religion, race, death, even angels and vampires can be found in this narrative. Like a box of french chocolates, this film has many different flavors to explore - some perhaps more interesting than others, but all worth experiencing. I'd say it's the perfect DVD to watch when you're in a relationship but butt-broke like me.

it's a wrap!

2009-02-10T08:01:00.005+08:00

My thesis is done! I survived the wrath and torture of architecture and it was awesome. Finally, my five years in architecture has come to an end. No more all nighters, no more coffee breath, no more out of bed hair, no more listening to all my ipod songs all at once and hiding myself in the room for months eating microwave food. Well, that life is over for now. Now that's a wrap! Thanks everyone!

happy 2009!

2009-01-08T00:40:00.001+08:00

First of all, Happy 2009! So how's my new year? Well, there’s just a giant avalanche of errands and to-do lists after me and I’m running for my life. Thesis has been sucking the life out of me. And I'm having a hard time getting motivated to blog.. which is good I guess. I hate to say this but arrestedmagikero is slowly turning into a poor neglected blog. I lost the urge in writing since I don't have much time to sit down and blog about nonsensical things drawn from my vivid imagination.

Anyway cheers to 2009! I wasn't planning on having any New Year's resolutions beyond working on being more patient... but for this year, I also promise to stay calm and in control during stressful situations.

salt and pepper

2008-12-22T02:53:00.003+08:00

I was 12 when I was first noticed a few gray hairs appearing. Several years later, there were more than just a few. I know hereditary plays some role since it tends to run in our family. And it wasn't long before everyone was beginning to bug me about my hair. Sure, gray hair may be one of the common signs of aging. It is supposed to make men look older. But honestly, I'm not really bothered by that image. I'm just a 22 year old baby-faced undergrad so why would I be bothered?

Look at George Clooney who has been ok with his natural gray, Anderson Cooper and Richard Gere who are as well sporting the salt and pepper look. Look at them graying gracefully. None of them are nearly the same as my age but, my point is, they all still look great turning gray.

Though everyone bugs me about my hair turning prematurely gray, I honestly never felt a little self conscious. I even think my natural highlights have helped me stand out. I feel great everytime I see the increasingly-gray haired reflection in the mirror. A little gray can be sexy right? If some can guys sport the salt and pepper look and still catch girls' attention, then why should I fret?

sickdays

2008-12-10T09:08:00.003+08:00

When I was a kid I would do anything to have a sickday just to skip school. Sickdays always seemed like the greatest thing in the world.. stay home, watch tv and eat. Sickdays are like the holidays. Well even better than Christmas. You get stuff on your sickday without feeling guilty whether you've been an ass or not.

But things are different when you get older. When you're 22, you won't have your yayas keeping you spoiled and fueled with food. When you're 22, you're on your own. No yayas, no milk, no soft cookies, sounds no good right?

Well I have been miserable since saturday and today, I'm feeling even worse. It came to pass that on saturday morning I woke up with a terrible sore throat. Followed by this drained feeling, headache then fever. I was forced to admit and acknowledge that I am vulnerable to viruses. I hate being sick. I feel useless. It's no fun sitting still or lying around watching bad reality shows.

In closing let me just state that as God is my witness, I shall never be sick again. And it got me to thinking: Sickdays are no longer fun when you're 22. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go see a doctor.

manorexia huh.

2008-12-01T01:31:00.002+08:00

"Manorexia is a phenomenon that we have seen increase dangerously in the fashion world.. it's becoming more common in the fashion world and the male models are now becoming smaller and smaller to achieve the boyish male physique."

Anorexia has always mainly been related to young girls but recently it's starting to affect more and more men. Apparently it has been reported that the number of men being treated for Anorexia over the last 5 years has increased to 67%.

Now this is funny. Everybody's shrinking themselves! Soon the media will subliminally persuade men to downsize. Wasn’t it just a short time ago that the masculine ideal was 6 foot buff with washboard abs? And it seems like just yesterday when I was thirteen and my friends are already lifting weights.

People's eyes have changed. Everything's shrinking. Men are downsizing, clothes are get tighter and tighter and the unhealthy body imagery is getting into mainstream tv. Men are getting on scale more frequently now than usual.

I'm a bit lean and a couple of pounds over one hundred, and I feel great and healthy. But in our world today, do you really have to be healthy to look good? Bankable models today are leaner and less muscular, those who look as if they have never seen a gym nor have taken lunch for months. So if the ideal man of the moment is a self-starving runt, then I must be the Arnold Schwarzenegger of male fashion. This is just ridiculous.

i heart the soup

2008-11-20T11:24:00.003+08:00

Hey Twilight Fans! You've been clowned. This is the REAL one

my big fat greek pimple

2008-11-11T22:38:00.001+08:00

So I'm standing in line waiting to order two good cups after a rather long day in school and I just wasn't in the mood for any crap. I realized these people starting giving me weird looks. I'm naturally a little self conscious, so you can imagine how freaked out I was getting. The barista wouldn't even look me in the eye and I couldn't figure out why until... Oh yeah.. my huge zit! Yes, I know I have a big pimple, thank you for staring everyone.

And you see what really sucks more is that I know what people are thinking when they see a big ass pimple on my face. I know because I’m the one of those jerks with the “holy shit that’s gross!” reaction when I see someone else with a huge pimple on their face.

Anyway, so there, I guess it really never fails. Every time I go out somewhere with her I get a goddamn pimple. And not one of those small ones you can just ignore either, no, it has to be this fucking swelling boil that really hurts like hell. It wouldn’t be so bad if the damn thing was discreet. But my zit often choose to stuck down deep right smack on my pale cheek where it jumps right at her like “kiss me i'm spiderman!”.

I look like a crap now and I feel like one too. Well maybe this is Karma paying me back for all the people with big zits I made fun of. So.. is it too late to say sorry? I already learned my lesson now make it stop.

obama ohoy!

2008-11-05T19:21:00.005+08:00

Obama rocks the whitehouse! He sweeps to victory as the first black president and his awesomeness is what our rotten government should envy. He overcame racial barriers as old as America itself and surely "Change has come". Obama is real inspiration not just to the americans but to all citizens around the world. Anyway here's a great victory speech from the awesomeness himself.

"..And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn – I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your President too."

"...And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of our world – our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand. To those who would tear this world down – we will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security – we support you. And to all those who have wondered if America’s beacon still burns as bright – tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from our the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity, and unyielding hope."

hairy potter

2008-11-03T16:19:00.002+08:00

I'm really tired of shaving and getting haircuts. Well considering a dependent undergraduate who've wasted five hundred pesos for gas and parking just for a little cut.. pretty much right? So I figured, if lab geniuses came up with a pill that stops a woman's eggs from developing, how hard can it be to make hair and beard stop growing?

Do you think science could come up with a pill that guys could take that would make our hair stop growing if we wanted to? Like shave and get your hair done just the way you wanted it and then take the pill. And if you decided to grow your hair back you'd just stop taking it for a while. Sounds great right?

And c'mon, I know you ladies would love it too. Well think about it.. no more shaving legs, armpits and worrying about how are things down under. I'm sure you wouldn't mind like not having to deal with shaving at least down the bikini line all the time. Right?? Just think how great it would be for all of us men and women.

obama rocks

2008-10-30T15:59:00.003+08:00

Anyone rooting for Obama? Well surely I'm not american and thus have no right to vote in the coming election. But as a blogger, I do have the right to voice my opinion about the candidate's political stances and I choose Obama in the race for the next US presidency.

Think about this.. If elected, Obama would roll back the Bush tax cuts, an issue that my titas and cousins in america are really complaining about. Obama's investing in alternative fuels, increasing energy efficiency in america offering new green jobs and opportunities. And unlike Bush, Obama will responsibly end the war in Iraq. So from what I've read, seen and heard, Obama has the best vision and I believe he knows what's good for restoring their economy thus what's good for america. And one good reason why I think it might be interesting to see him in the white house: John McCain is a supporter of death penalty. Enough said.

After watching all those campaigns and debates on tv, I wish leaders in our country have as much integrity and credibility (at least) as the american presidential candidates have. We need a leader who can ask all Filipinos to make the sacrifices necessary to change the rotten course of this country. We need a real leader who understands that the government is not just about politics or corporations instead, it is about the people. We need a president who makes us think, inspires us to dream and challenges us to take action. What more can I say, WE NEED OUR OWN OBAMA.

how i met your mother

2008-10-25T12:27:00.002+08:00

This show makes me laugh. Actually, it is the only sitcom that I seem to laugh out loud to after Friends. Well at first glance, How I Met Your Mother is an annoying rip from our favorite comic new yorkers. Yes, the two shows do share some similarities, but even if it sounds and feels like a Friends rip-off.. How I Met Your Mother is a hit in its own, original way. The narrating, editing and random humor are cooked just right which are some reasons why this show is great for anyone.

I caught this last summer when the first season reruns were airing and i thought it was great. I've been watching this show for a while now, catching an episode here and there but it wasn't until recently that after watching the whole season three that I really started appreciating it for what it is.

It is one of the shows that is always catching you off guard with its unpredictable moments and always keeping you interested. The casting and writing is really great and I laugh pretty hard which I always get with Friends. So overall I do recommend this show, I think it is one of the best american sitcoms right now.

piss out

2008-10-19T22:19:00.002+08:00

Good Lord. What's up with children's toys these days?

true blood

2008-10-18T20:03:00.000+08:00

Get your blood moving with the new HBO series, True Blood. Another interesting and fascinating series from HBO with more than enough nudity, sex and blood, perfect for those discerning fans of vampires. It is based on the Southern Vampire Series flavored with all the elements of a successful HBO series.

I read some of the reviews online and I'll be a bit more forgiving with True Blood. The pilot was not bad. The opening credits is enough to hook a person right there. But honestly after watching the first two episodes, it had me wondering if I should go on to the third. But something about the strong characters and gripping storyline somehow guaranteed me that it'll get better, and it did.

The beginnings are the usually the hardest and most difficult to polish. There are thousands of characters to introduce, a million of plot lines to develop and a billion of audience to please. So I figure, give it 3 episodes and then it'll be fair to decide whether those redneck vampires with dolly parton's accent are worth to watch.

True Blood is the kind of show that stands out in its genre, while it has the every opportunity to fall flat and sink unknowingly. But overall, I think the show is entertaining enough with lots of developing plots (and nudity) to look forward to. So I'd say True Blood is worth a watch. And the southern accents?.. you'll get used to it.

nothing fancy

2008-10-15T22:55:00.000+08:00

Since I started this blog, I've been online with some degree of regularity. I enjoy writing and I know people get into blogging for a lot of different reasons. For me this has just been about having an outlet and a reason to write. But I got so busy with this blog and that I realized I haven't done a little doodling these days. It's not that I have to but I already miss that certain desire to draw.

Yesterday I started playing around in my sketchbook again. It's nothing to really jump up and down about, but at least something in me is beginning to stir. Maybe it's the short vacation, maybe it's weather, or maybe it's just my creative nature. Whatever the reason, it feels good to awaken my senses, stretch my doodling fingers and create something.

Well you see I’m a chronic doodler. If I have a pen and a paper nearby, chances are I’m doodling while doing some other stuff that leaves my hands free. My brand of doodling takes a distinct approach on architecture and silly characters, usually resulting in sketches of soft edges and linear curves that I instinctively dream up.

it's a party, things happen

2008-10-14T16:17:00.002+08:00

.. And like I've said, ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN. Anyone who lives a packed lifestyle knows that nights can be unexpectedly long. What was supposed to be a long night of fun ended in a bitter dispute and an almost police report. Our friend was pretty drunk and she was alone with some guy we didn't know. And like most people, our reaction would be a bit aggressive and protective.

The boy denied he had any intentions but we saw what he did. And I've been to clubs and parties with this girl and I know she can hold her liquor. I haven't seen her nearly passed out on her puke like that night which made us think.

Bouncers escorted us out of the club as we walk our friend to the car for some water. The boy and his friends followed us with their temper looking for the guy who allegedly maltreated his ego. We tried to work things out since our colleague got a bit aggressive, but their irrational egos shunned any possibilities.

Embassy personnel were there while we try to talk and explain to these boys that the guy they're looking for already left. We tried to rationalize the incident but they were too immature to handle it. Securities advised us to leave to avoid any fight so we left without any closure to the incident.

The club has gained notoriety after a series of squabbles and scandals involving their patrons and we could have been on that long list. But honestly, I do not regret any loose connection to that trivial squabble. The incident have somehow nourished my maturity that I will benefit from for a long time to come.

So to the boys and girls who are planning to live up their nocturnal life, I have a little advice for you all. While I pass no judgment to people who want to have pretty drunken fun, what I want to advocate is this: PARTY RESPONSIBLY... since that's the only way to keep the party going.

nanny 911

2008-10-13T12:46:00.004+08:00

Dear Parents, where are you when your kids need you? We all know that the legal age for clubbing and drinking is 18, then how did those kids get in last saturday? I mean seriously, are those kids even old enough to stay up late? What exactly happened to the cinderella generation?

When I was 14 or 15, we don't have soirees in clubs or at least not in embassy. Embassy is neither a cafe or a restaurant with a little dance floor where kids can just hang out. It's a real club where drugs and alcohol can leak just like a snap.

From kids, to celebrity yayas. Who said yayas can't go out and have pretty-drunken fun like their alaga? I should've asked for a photo op with that manang. I mean, where else can you see a 50-something yaya shaking her damn tailfeather? Manang stole the super award in embassy that night. Perhaps party really never stops, even if you're 50.

I could now say that Embassy is a real superclub. Underage clubbers? Clubbing yayas? Only in Embassy. Well like I've said, Embassy is a superclub. ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN...

knives out

2008-10-10T17:11:00.001+08:00

How should I explain to them that there are just no reasons.. only triggers? Consider the insipid chatter, whine and hum of gossip, nonsensical singing and laughing in the overcrowded three-meter hallway. Think of this as your feet sink into the rain-soaked mud as the voices take over your head. Ponder. Think about it. Wouldn't you lose your temper and impulsively go berserk in the middle of everyone's mindless chattering?

My anger was triggered by someone yesterday. I thought I had it under control. I tried to batter my demon into submission but I failed. The feeling of power is toying me and my impulsive rage gave me access to get out of it, so I grappled with the notion of anger. I realized that it has been there sitting for so long like a gasoline tank and the cluttered noises are the lit match. I left for some air and considered calling up some friends to cheer myself up but the thought of any social interaction filled with me dread.

Eventually I easily got out of that state. The anger that had been slashing away my insides has been expelled. I'm exhausted, confused but better now.

Late, but still great

2008-10-08T11:53:00.001+08:00

I did not official declare that I would be on a blogging break. But I'm officially back now. I apologize for not being around but thesis work keeps me busier than normal.

Something big hit me yesterday. I thought I will not graduate next year. I thought I will have to re-enroll my thesis next term. My adviser strictly said four to five and I was still on my way to school thirty minutes before five without my printed drafts. All I have was my USB.

4:45: printing my drafts. I was consciously looking at my watch while my papers slide out of the printer. If it takes a minute to print 20 pages, I'm so screwed. My thesis draft was like over 300 pages where it'll take more than 15 minutes to have it all printed.

4:55: still there printing, sweating, shaking, saying a short prayer.

4:59: printing was done. I guess I miscalculated that one. I had my book temporarily binded and ran to my adviser. I was a few minutes late but good lord, he was there waiting for my draft.

So today I feel relax after dropping my three-inch thick draft on my adviser's table. After all the pain, hardwork and abnormal sleep pattern, it feels good to hear the solid mammoth sound as it landed on his desk. It's nearly 60% of what I need to submit next term and yes three-inch thick is still not good.

So I guess that's it. Thesis is done for now. I won't talk about thesis for a while and try to focus on my old system.

happy sunburn

2008-09-22T21:56:00.007+08:00

I've decided to visit the islands again. I needed the break. I needed to escape from thesis at least for three days. Think of fun and games, snorkeling, kayaking.. think of no work. It was absolutely a great vacation treat for myself for once. I could write a 10,000 word post, detailing the awesomeness of our little vacation but you would probably lose interest reading. So instead, I'll prepare a little dish about my short weekend break.

We stayed at a hotel which is within the boundaries of alaminos. Good but not great I'd say. We found it to be mostly oriented to groups of families and adults and it was very laid back.

Once we decided to venture out, all we needed to do was take a 30-minute boat to the Hundred Islands National Park. We took advantage of all the activities and one long day wasn't enough. We spent hours touring the islands and spent hours snorkeling the underground caves, though I'm deathly afraid of deep water.

In three tanning days, we spent a fantastic day kayaking and snorkeling around the islands, had typical home-made food, had sunburn from soccer and beach volleyball and enjoyed every painful minute of it. I think my new sun-baked color worked quite well and everyone said I look better and healthier with a fresh tan. But after shower this morning, I think I'm getting white again. Agh.

Well I could go on and on but you should really experience it for yourself. Book yourself a nice weekend deal and have a little treat with your friends. So today I could say my weekend was well spent. So how's yours?

all set for the weekend

2008-09-19T00:20:00.000+08:00

Thesis, thesis and more thesis. The antidote for this thesis misery? A long weekend escape I guess. I've been craving for a darn good adventure for months now. So when the chance came upon for a weekend break, well I'm game, even if I'm a bit low on funds, count me in baby!

ah sunday..

2008-09-14T11:03:00.002+08:00

I just have to have my coffee in the morning. It is like almost a ritual for me to have a good house coffee to wake up to. And part of this ritual is a good walk around the park to unwind a little. There's a little place for coffee drinkers near our park that I like to go to every sunday. It is locally owned by a retired couple, married for 30 years I guess, and they have done an excellent job of serving great house blend coffees. People usually flock the place for a good cup to go and stop for donuts after church.

No fancy lattes, no skinny caramel macchiatos, no extra-dry cappuccinos, no extra whipped cream, no articulate baristas here. That's right, ain't none of those wussie shits here. The Martinez's coffee house focus on REAL coffee. They just make regular strong coffee goodness with a little sugar and milk or cream. I guess that's why homeslick coffee drinkers here love the place. It's a little trendy spot beside the couple's home that also serves donuts, sandwiches, pastries and desserts perfect for brunch lovers.

This morning the coffee house was closed. I heard the couple are staying at their daughter's for the weekend. The martinez's coffee has been my sunday routine and it's such a bummer to walk all the way from my house to see it close.

I really want a cup of coffee right now. Not just any coffee at home, but some really strong martinez classic, sweetened by 2 spoons of sugar with a good vanilla creamer. That would be great right about now. Agh. Can someone please make me a cup of coffee?