Kapag nakikita ko ang ginagawa ni GMA sa ating mga Pinoy, naaalala ko nung unang beses akong tinanggalan ng lalamunan. Anim na taong gulang ako nun. Nung bata kasi ako, isang ubo ko lang - winawasak na nila agad ang lalamunan ko. Isang imik - boom - nasa ospital na ‘ko - wala ng lalamunan.
Nung napanood ko ang deklarasyon ni GMA ng Proklamasyon 1017, naalala ko ang paglalarawan sa akin nina Mama at Papa tungkol sa pagtanggal sa aking lalamunan: “Aalisin ang lalamunan mo. Pupunta ka sa ospital, ooperahan, at dun ka matutulog. Pero ok lang dahil pagkatapos ng operasyon, puwede kang kumain ng kahit gaano karaming ice cream na gusto mo.”
Klarong-klaro na isa itong kagaguhan. At isa sa mga tabletang pilit ipinalunok sa akin ng mga magulang ko noon at ngayo’y ipinapalunok sa atin ni GMA: oo, maaari kang kumain ng kahit gaano karaming ice cream na gusto mo, pero bago yan hihiwain ko muna ang iyong lalamunan.
Ang reaksyon ng gobyerno sa mga taong ipinaglalaban ang demokrasya ay isang giyera laban sa kanilang mga matatapang na lalamunan. Isang giyera laban sa mga kritiko na nagpapanggap na giyera laban sa krimen.
Kinakatakutan ng gobyerno ang paglakas ng boses ng sambayanan sa puntong gumagalaw na sila gamit ang mga paraang klarong-klaro ay iligal. Warrantless arrests? Pagbabawal sa mga rally? Pagkontrol sa media? Ano ito, Poland, 1970? Wasto ba ang mga ito? Isang nakakabaliw na kalokohan na pinapabayaan natin itong mangyari.
Wala ng imposible sa gobyernong ito. Nakakatakot isipin na ang lahat ng ito ay simula pa lamang. Iyan ang dahilan kung bakit ang paglaban sa panahong ito ay napaka-importante. Aksyon ang solusyon - bago dumating sa punto na sa bawat sandali ng buhay natin kung kailan papayagan nila tayong kainan ang kahit gaano karaming ice cream na gusto natin, wala na tayong kapabilidad na lumunok.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Brake
The boy is a rambling eighteen-year-old schizophrenic member of the misguided youth who breathes support from Kurt Cobain - a mythical rock star who allowed words to trampoline him off into his own imaginary space. One day he plans to acquire the ability to bring a political consciousness to punk fused ska with hard rock. This year he plans to finish writing a book chronicling modern-day slavery around the world.
He often wonders whether there exists in a frozen valley some form of anaerobic microbe beneath a rock that has somehow managed since ninetyninetysomething to avoid exposure to today's Capitalist culture. And if such a life form exists, he asks, how soon will it be before marketers hunt it down and focus group its preferences for carbonated beverages and entry-level sedans?
Once, he read about this rumor that there exist certain bioluminescent sea creatures below the 25,000-feet level who have yet to learn about the present. He plans on hunting them down, netting them, demanding to know which of the Friends is their favorite.
During his free time, he shows patience as he stands in front of a random building and tries to make it levitate.
He shall pop again next month.
He often wonders whether there exists in a frozen valley some form of anaerobic microbe beneath a rock that has somehow managed since ninetyninetysomething to avoid exposure to today's Capitalist culture. And if such a life form exists, he asks, how soon will it be before marketers hunt it down and focus group its preferences for carbonated beverages and entry-level sedans?
Once, he read about this rumor that there exist certain bioluminescent sea creatures below the 25,000-feet level who have yet to learn about the present. He plans on hunting them down, netting them, demanding to know which of the Friends is their favorite.
During his free time, he shows patience as he stands in front of a random building and tries to make it levitate.
He shall pop again next month.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Safran! Foer!
This morning I was in a meeting with folks who were pitching me decent work. The condition was I had to do the work during weekdays, which would mean I’d eventually have to quit school. No way man. They’re offering me pay that’s 100 times more than what I’m getting every week in the paper; but I don't really care about that. As Wacky would say, I’m a cheap loozah who would work for Chocnut. I’d rather eat siomai in FA and sit through my Philo prof’s stories about his parrot who eats nothin but tapa than sacrifice school for dough.
Nice thing was the execs understood - I mean, I love those guys, they're a bunch of awesome people who aren't out there just to abuse people and shat.
Right after, I went home to eat lunch, then went to teach the brattiest kids in the planet, then went straight to the GA where I was introduced to the big guys as the enfant terrible of the circle. Timmy says it's 'cause I look totoy and dorky - and I am totoy and dorky - but there would be days when I tend to shock everyone with my antics.
Ate dinner with Martin and the gang then went straight to ABS to meet up with Jay and Ferry, our exec prod and planned out things. We’re supposed to tape tomorrow but we decided to move it to Wed so we can get enough time to think about content and all those things.
I can't say this enough but this is really getting me hyped up. Jay's all good vibes talaga - we're both bent on working our asses off to make it really decent and all. We're even self-promoting ourselves via shirts and merchandise. !!!!!
Went with Jay to Alfredo’s - totally spontaneous - laughed and drank with his tito, his tito’s wife, and Ali, who’re all great, real people. Then went on and got lost on the road looking for the place where Ali and his band’s gig is. Finished Mojo’s set, drank some more, turned red.
And now I'm just taking a break via WiFi powers then I'll go see what happens next. I want chicken nuggets and barbecue sauce.
Nice thing was the execs understood - I mean, I love those guys, they're a bunch of awesome people who aren't out there just to abuse people and shat.
Right after, I went home to eat lunch, then went to teach the brattiest kids in the planet, then went straight to the GA where I was introduced to the big guys as the enfant terrible of the circle. Timmy says it's 'cause I look totoy and dorky - and I am totoy and dorky - but there would be days when I tend to shock everyone with my antics.
Ate dinner with Martin and the gang then went straight to ABS to meet up with Jay and Ferry, our exec prod and planned out things. We’re supposed to tape tomorrow but we decided to move it to Wed so we can get enough time to think about content and all those things.
I can't say this enough but this is really getting me hyped up. Jay's all good vibes talaga - we're both bent on working our asses off to make it really decent and all. We're even self-promoting ourselves via shirts and merchandise. !!!!!
Went with Jay to Alfredo’s - totally spontaneous - laughed and drank with his tito, his tito’s wife, and Ali, who’re all great, real people. Then went on and got lost on the road looking for the place where Ali and his band’s gig is. Finished Mojo’s set, drank some more, turned red.
And now I'm just taking a break via WiFi powers then I'll go see what happens next. I want chicken nuggets and barbecue sauce.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Swede Dreams
Today's the start of new work along with Jay, who’s a nice guy, really. Good vibes, good vibes. Feeling pumped up and all. I mean, I feel like this is gonna be great. Am I sounding too inspirational? Blog ko ito. Shut up!
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She's incredibly talented, she's a co-Lost junkie, she's really funny, she tells stories with so much passion, she zips. But enough of that. The one thing that I love most about her is that she's genuinely warm.
Happy Birthday Tals!
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She's incredibly talented, she's a co-Lost junkie, she's really funny, she tells stories with so much passion, she zips. But enough of that. The one thing that I love most about her is that she's genuinely warm.
Happy Birthday Tals!
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Pow wow
Tonight our school circle was semi-complete, which meant only one thing - time to play Let's Sing Pop Songs About Each Other!
It is, in my opinion, the worst game in the world, and its creator should not be allowed to exist lest he/she creates even more horrible games.
Despite our very vocal protests in being a part of this cheesy exercise and downright wrong activity, our circle head Steve still pushed through with it. In fact, he seemed to be ultra-enthusiastic about the whole idea of inventing lyrics and melodies on the spot that his sentences were peppered with expressions like, "Nakaka-excite!" and "Excited na 'ko!"
Therefore for the benefit of everyone, I am posting Steve's photo in hopes that you will stay away from this wacko. Protect yourself and your family. Protect yourself and your family from this man!
Hello, I'm Steve! I will eat your babies.
We felt extremely bad that our opinions were ignored, and actually planned to walk out of the house. Nonetheless, we still went on and played anyway. Oh, peer pressure!
It is, in my opinion, the worst game in the world, and its creator should not be allowed to exist lest he/she creates even more horrible games.
Despite our very vocal protests in being a part of this cheesy exercise and downright wrong activity, our circle head Steve still pushed through with it. In fact, he seemed to be ultra-enthusiastic about the whole idea of inventing lyrics and melodies on the spot that his sentences were peppered with expressions like, "Nakaka-excite!" and "Excited na 'ko!"
Therefore for the benefit of everyone, I am posting Steve's photo in hopes that you will stay away from this wacko. Protect yourself and your family. Protect yourself and your family from this man!
Hello, I'm Steve! I will eat your babies.
We felt extremely bad that our opinions were ignored, and actually planned to walk out of the house. Nonetheless, we still went on and played anyway. Oh, peer pressure!
Sunday, January 22, 2006
And then some
After fetching my twin cousins Marvyn and RJ in the airport, went straight to RCBC and saw Once on This Island for the nth time - this time with Gian playing lead. Ang ganda, potek.
This is the twins’ first time in ‘Pinas and since they chose to stay with me instead of my uncle, I’m designated to show them around town. I’m excited to show them all the places I go to and people I move around with.
By the end of their month-long stay, hoperfully they’ll understand why I chose to stay here in ‘Pinas.
Right after watching Once, I took them to their first Pinoy food trip - Aysees carinderia in Pasig. Ang sarap, potek.
Went around Makati after, ate more food, then took them home. Went to Gino’s bday party at Luce and had tons of fun catching up, along with Liz, Pepe, AJ, and John.
Liz gave Gino a CD of this weird rapper dude who has a dozen kids and who spells words in a not so appealing way (“toh,” “Philipine,” “Jheniferr”).
Miguel borrowed the CD and showed it to his friends on the other table. He came back to us and said, “They kind of got upset.”
Moved to 6 Underground after to get redder than usual, and talked about how 2006 is, like, o-some.
Medyo Awkward Moment of the night was bumping into someone I recently had a brawl with. The circles that we both move in are so small, we’re bound to see each other anyway, so we shook hands and said hellos to each other. I bet naman that we’ll settle this by the end of the week.
Right now I’m working, but a lot of time here is spent waiting and waiting and waiting, and so I’m just bumming around, eating Mini Stop ice cream.
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Dennis: With all the politicians in Vegas, I sure hope Pacquiao wins or else the country might not have any money left.
James: ...
Dennis: I mean, really. If he fails to win this, he’s gonna lose a lot of trust from the Pinoys. So much for being our modern national hero.
James: ...
Dennis: Pacquiao should really win this. I know he can. If only there isn’t so much politics! Screw those Vegas jerks! Go Pacman!
James: Um, ok.
Dennis: Sorry, I was just trying to sound intelligent.
James: What the hell are you saying??
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Somebody please tell me where I can take a nap.
This is the twins’ first time in ‘Pinas and since they chose to stay with me instead of my uncle, I’m designated to show them around town. I’m excited to show them all the places I go to and people I move around with.
By the end of their month-long stay, hoperfully they’ll understand why I chose to stay here in ‘Pinas.
Right after watching Once, I took them to their first Pinoy food trip - Aysees carinderia in Pasig. Ang sarap, potek.
Went around Makati after, ate more food, then took them home. Went to Gino’s bday party at Luce and had tons of fun catching up, along with Liz, Pepe, AJ, and John.
Liz gave Gino a CD of this weird rapper dude who has a dozen kids and who spells words in a not so appealing way (“toh,” “Philipine,” “Jheniferr”).
Miguel borrowed the CD and showed it to his friends on the other table. He came back to us and said, “They kind of got upset.”
Moved to 6 Underground after to get redder than usual, and talked about how 2006 is, like, o-some.
Medyo Awkward Moment of the night was bumping into someone I recently had a brawl with. The circles that we both move in are so small, we’re bound to see each other anyway, so we shook hands and said hellos to each other. I bet naman that we’ll settle this by the end of the week.
Right now I’m working, but a lot of time here is spent waiting and waiting and waiting, and so I’m just bumming around, eating Mini Stop ice cream.
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Dennis: With all the politicians in Vegas, I sure hope Pacquiao wins or else the country might not have any money left.
James: ...
Dennis: I mean, really. If he fails to win this, he’s gonna lose a lot of trust from the Pinoys. So much for being our modern national hero.
James: ...
Dennis: Pacquiao should really win this. I know he can. If only there isn’t so much politics! Screw those Vegas jerks! Go Pacman!
James: Um, ok.
Dennis: Sorry, I was just trying to sound intelligent.
James: What the hell are you saying??
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Somebody please tell me where I can take a nap.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Random memory
Waiting for some very, very late friends here in school. So let's blog.
Out of nowhere, I remembered a while ago how Chino and I found the word "cunning" a bit funny and weird when we were in high school.
We'd use "cunning" in sentences and randomly blurt them out.
"Are you cunning?"
"Mike Caseres is cunning."
"Cunning!"
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My punctual friends are here. Time to eat tapsilog in Rodics.
Out of nowhere, I remembered a while ago how Chino and I found the word "cunning" a bit funny and weird when we were in high school.
We'd use "cunning" in sentences and randomly blurt them out.
"Are you cunning?"
"Mike Caseres is cunning."
"Cunning!"
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My punctual friends are here. Time to eat tapsilog in Rodics.
Fastfooling
JENNA
A while ago, at a bench in some corner at Eurostar, she was munchin on a hotdog while I was singin along (complete with gangsta moves) to Eminem's Slim Shady. We were laughin like hell.
I love this girl.
Happy Birthday Jenna!
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GINO
Taking photos of the office's "unique" wasak wasak na ceiling, drinking sevens til we don't feel normal anymore, and chatting about every random shat in the world. And oh, meeting modern day thinkers like Rachel Lobangco.
Gino's an awesome pal.
Happy Birthday Gino!
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MIKE
When we'd watch movies, we'd sneak in chips and drinks in our backpacks. All the time. One time we got caught. You don't wanna know what happened.
Mike's one of the bestest buddies around.
Happy Birthday Mike!
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TIM
He has a great cafeteria with the best spinach quesadilla and lychee shake. He has the nicest and coolest friend around, si Kuya Abet. And oh, he's a totally awesome person.
Oops wrong photo. (This is Mr. Tim Yap Fuan, by the way, who I met in Google.)
Happy Birthday Tim!
A while ago, at a bench in some corner at Eurostar, she was munchin on a hotdog while I was singin along (complete with gangsta moves) to Eminem's Slim Shady. We were laughin like hell.
I love this girl.
Happy Birthday Jenna!
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GINO
Taking photos of the office's "unique" wasak wasak na ceiling, drinking sevens til we don't feel normal anymore, and chatting about every random shat in the world. And oh, meeting modern day thinkers like Rachel Lobangco.
Gino's an awesome pal.
Happy Birthday Gino!
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MIKE
When we'd watch movies, we'd sneak in chips and drinks in our backpacks. All the time. One time we got caught. You don't wanna know what happened.
Mike's one of the bestest buddies around.
Happy Birthday Mike!
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TIM
He has a great cafeteria with the best spinach quesadilla and lychee shake. He has the nicest and coolest friend around, si Kuya Abet. And oh, he's a totally awesome person.
Oops wrong photo. (This is Mr. Tim Yap Fuan, by the way, who I met in Google.)
Happy Birthday Tim!
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Today
The year has been going well - in terms of family, school, the org, work, and sidelines haha. But nothing beats good friends who stay by your side during the most mundane times.
Today crappyness was all over. Things have been going well for the past weeks, and suddenly out of nowhere come these shat who’ve all decided to screw me over on the same day.
Sometimes, you do all you can just to please other people. You allow them to step down on you and kill your ideas in exchange of their own shat. I’ve been trying my best to cooperate, and to make things work, and I’ve been doing this for years - but you just reached the limit. I’m done.
And sometimes, no matter how much trust you’ve given some people - they’ll still screw you over. And over. And over.
But thankfully, I stayed for a few hours in the org house and learned that some people trust me with their lives. And that they believe in me, as much as I believe in them.
The sweetest surprise was findin out that I didn’t have to say a thing, because they all understood where I was coming from.
And I’m glad I walked home and ate Chickenjoy and Burger Steak with my two closest friends in UP (aside from the A boys of course) who are sadly both graduating this March.
I just wanna say this: ever since I can remember, I’ve always listened more than I talked.
My CL teacher told me the day before graduation that no matter what happens, I don’t have to explain anything to anyone, especially things that are related to my personal life. I’ve been doing this ever since; but I’m done with all the shat, and I just wanna say that today I learned so much.
There are far far far more important things than all the crapola people are goin gaga about. Like friendship, and relationships, and being happy with whatever’s there.
And today, more than any other day, I’m glad I decided to go to this school. Everything and everyone’s simple, sincere, and silent. And that’s all I really need.
Today crappyness was all over. Things have been going well for the past weeks, and suddenly out of nowhere come these shat who’ve all decided to screw me over on the same day.
Sometimes, you do all you can just to please other people. You allow them to step down on you and kill your ideas in exchange of their own shat. I’ve been trying my best to cooperate, and to make things work, and I’ve been doing this for years - but you just reached the limit. I’m done.
And sometimes, no matter how much trust you’ve given some people - they’ll still screw you over. And over. And over.
But thankfully, I stayed for a few hours in the org house and learned that some people trust me with their lives. And that they believe in me, as much as I believe in them.
The sweetest surprise was findin out that I didn’t have to say a thing, because they all understood where I was coming from.
And I’m glad I walked home and ate Chickenjoy and Burger Steak with my two closest friends in UP (aside from the A boys of course) who are sadly both graduating this March.
I just wanna say this: ever since I can remember, I’ve always listened more than I talked.
My CL teacher told me the day before graduation that no matter what happens, I don’t have to explain anything to anyone, especially things that are related to my personal life. I’ve been doing this ever since; but I’m done with all the shat, and I just wanna say that today I learned so much.
There are far far far more important things than all the crapola people are goin gaga about. Like friendship, and relationships, and being happy with whatever’s there.
And today, more than any other day, I’m glad I decided to go to this school. Everything and everyone’s simple, sincere, and silent. And that’s all I really need.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Blablablabla
2006 is going really well!!!
In other less-perky news, I’m slowly realizing (yes oh yes) that FA28 Ultimate Crush is, in Anna’s words, (just) a factor of INFA28TION. Get it? Anna came up with that. We are very mature, yes. And effortlessly hilarious too. We’re such a riot, nu?
This means time for a new crush. And that’s you, Philo classmate. You know who you are.
Hahahaha. Crazy.
Yesterday, a professor made me and my classmates smile / cry (it was a mix of both) when he ended the class saying, “Okay ladies and gentlemen, today we discussed the importance of examining one’s life. On Thursday we shall answer the questions, “Why am I here?” and “What is my purpose?”
Who’s excited? I know I am.
Need to stop now, gotta wake up for a 7 am (7 am!) shoot tomorrow, and a meeting right after about something big. Well, it’s not pretty big, but it’s a start of something new. Will talk about it when it’s final na. Cliffhanger! Stirring! Gripping!
Inaantok na ‘ko.
In other less-perky news, I’m slowly realizing (yes oh yes) that FA28 Ultimate Crush is, in Anna’s words, (just) a factor of INFA28TION. Get it? Anna came up with that. We are very mature, yes. And effortlessly hilarious too. We’re such a riot, nu?
This means time for a new crush. And that’s you, Philo classmate. You know who you are.
Hahahaha. Crazy.
Yesterday, a professor made me and my classmates smile / cry (it was a mix of both) when he ended the class saying, “Okay ladies and gentlemen, today we discussed the importance of examining one’s life. On Thursday we shall answer the questions, “Why am I here?” and “What is my purpose?”
Who’s excited? I know I am.
Need to stop now, gotta wake up for a 7 am (7 am!) shoot tomorrow, and a meeting right after about something big. Well, it’s not pretty big, but it’s a start of something new. Will talk about it when it’s final na. Cliffhanger! Stirring! Gripping!
Inaantok na ‘ko.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Yowza!
Brian's the chillest guy I know ... and by that I mean gullible as rock, it would be a shame if some people didn't take advantage of the scenario. FegaroFegaro.
Happy Birthday Brian!
It's great to be a L' Asian
In 2005, I danced to old soul, sent loads of postcards, talked shaat, watched Muay Thai, daydreamed in public transportation, got addicted to Vietnamese sandwiches, and was easily inglamed by the retardation of others.
It's also the year when one of my close friends Kevin bought a house, which makes me think of A) her sister and B) Vietnamese food. And he introduced me to both of these wonderful things. Therefore I associate him with a ghetto middle school. That and tightie blackies.
It's the year when everything was laughable, even the endorsement essay my cousin Randall wrote for my application letter to a circle.
"James used to have a tendency for punching me in my nuts and breaking my model airplanes. What a punk!"
The year I started getting the hang of doing yard work and BBQing it up to boot. And the year I started proudly reading thick books to get people to look at me with admiration.
The year where several of my days were wasted by crap reality TV, video games or sleeping in the couch.
The year when I found out I can kick with either foot, but can't throw a baseball with authority.
2005 was the year I was like Peter Parker, the kimchee eating version.
It's also the year when one of my close friends Kevin bought a house, which makes me think of A) her sister and B) Vietnamese food. And he introduced me to both of these wonderful things. Therefore I associate him with a ghetto middle school. That and tightie blackies.
It's the year when everything was laughable, even the endorsement essay my cousin Randall wrote for my application letter to a circle.
"James used to have a tendency for punching me in my nuts and breaking my model airplanes. What a punk!"
The year I started getting the hang of doing yard work and BBQing it up to boot. And the year I started proudly reading thick books to get people to look at me with admiration.
The year where several of my days were wasted by crap reality TV, video games or sleeping in the couch.
The year when I found out I can kick with either foot, but can't throw a baseball with authority.
2005 was the year I was like Peter Parker, the kimchee eating version.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Finally
After months of painful waiting, I finally got myself the DVD set of what is probably the best TV series in the planet (next to Lost, of course), Freaks and Geeks.
Yipee!!
Yipee!!
Friday, December 30, 2005
Mga corny stuff
A new year for new peekaboos.
Don't get eaten by the bed monster!
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It's just right to start the year with a good dose of excitement and therapy. So here are some ways to welcome 2006 with a bang. Channel your inner insane self, and spread the new year joy!
Disclaimer: Though there's a slight risk that you will be jailed and / or stoned to death after doing doing these deeds, don't frown. At least you had a fun new year's eve! Go rebellion!
1. Claim you're the real savior of the earth.
2. While on the dinner table, pretend you suddenly have amnesia.
3. Move to Chile and don't tell anyone.
4. Declare war to a foreign country.
5. Give all your belongings to your youngest family member, the one who probably needs it the least.
6. Invade another family's house, eat dinner there, and sleep in their beds. Very Goldilocks!
7. When the clock strikes twelve, release all the animals in the nearest zoo.
8. Speak extra loud to people with names beginning in C.
9. Kidnap a cockroach from your neighbor's kitchen and make it your new pet.
10. Perform exorcism on a random person walking in the street.
11. Call someone from a foreign-language speaking country and even if you don't understand a single thing, converse for six hours!
12. Go to the nearest police station and tell them you're the criminal they've been looking for.
13. At midnight, announce to everyone you've just won the lottery.
14. Sing everything today! Every word, sentence, and piece of conversation! Be a musical! Exclamation point!
15. Promote cannibalism. Screw the ham, and serve your younger brother.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Marvyn & RJ
It's 1:48 in the morning here and everyone's still up to celebrate my twin cousins Marvyn & RJ's birthday.
We call Marvyn the toughest fighter in the family, who's been facing everythin armed with a truckload of courage. He also has an ultra-big heart.
RJ's the smartest one in the clan. A while ago, while driving on the road, the younger kiddos kept on asking us the capitals of countries around the world, and he was the one who knew all the right answers.
And last week, the girl he's been going out with for two years finally answered him with a yes. It's just for formalities sake, since they've been together for a great deal of time, but still. Go RJ!
When both of them were still living back home in Pinas, the three of us were classmates in Prep. During recess, they'd always share with me their baon. Nice kids.
Randall
My cousin Randall bosses me around like crazy, and kicks me in the ass whenever I don't do chores.
When we were little kids, it was the total opposite.
I'd punch him in the face and make his lips bleed whenever he refuses to give me the remote control, and point the blame on him whenever I get caught doing somethin nasty.
What never changed is how much we secretly care for each other - so much that we'd literally kill anyone who gets in the way of the other.
Back then, when he was really small, I'd read comic books lying on my stomach on the bed, and he'd sit on top of me, on my back, and read over my shoulder. Most of the time we ended up dozing off to sleep. Recently I discovered that there are photos. But I'm shy.
Until now, we've kept our ties, partly 'cause of our all-time favorite piece of dialogue. Whenever I'd ask him, "How much do you care for me, cousin?" He'd reply, "One billion, five hundred twenty-seven trillion, four hundred thousand, six hundred thirty million dollars!"
Holy-weed
I, the cousins and some chums from way back in grade school went around Hollywood today. Strolled around Desperate Housewhatever's Whatever-tyria Lane, watched shows, ate loads of chow, scored free tickets to Universal Studios and kicked it off with four consecutive rides at Jurassic Park, and took loads of photos, and bought tons of candy.
Cute Kid of the Day Citation goes to my six-year-old cousin Marella, as she displayed utter honesty and sincerity of expression when she was called to be a volunteer in the Animal Planet Live show.
Animal Planet Lady Host blindfolds Marella, and then with the help of two assistants, places a snake on her lap. Then they let Marella feel the skin of the snake.
Animal Planet Lady Host: So, what does it feel like?
Marella: (immediately) It feels just like my mom's purse.
Animal Planet Lady Host: ...
Audience: ...
Animal Planet Lady Host: (clearly flustered) Let's give it up for Marella!
Cute Kid of the Day Citation goes to my six-year-old cousin Marella, as she displayed utter honesty and sincerity of expression when she was called to be a volunteer in the Animal Planet Live show.
Animal Planet Lady Host blindfolds Marella, and then with the help of two assistants, places a snake on her lap. Then they let Marella feel the skin of the snake.
Animal Planet Lady Host: So, what does it feel like?
Marella: (immediately) It feels just like my mom's purse.
Animal Planet Lady Host: ...
Audience: ...
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Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Monday Night Football
Christmas was loads of fun this year, and it's not just 'cause I was successfully able to cook the dishes assigned to me, and it's not just 'cause I got a Wicker Park DVD from my 14-year-old cousin.
It's 'cause although situations and atmospheres weren't close to perfect, things jived and everyone went to bed smiling. According to preachy books, and musical artist King Crimson, and Oprah, you gotta be happy with what you have. And what better time to apply that code of conduct than at Christmas. Jolly holy Christmas.
Aaand guidance counseling session over.
Gave The Mom an iPod, and the coolest Bang & Olufsen headphones and lots of other crapola used to fulfill the ultimate listening experience.
In true Parentals Gone Ballistic fashion, her first reaction after opening the gift was, "What crime did you do this time? Why are you bribing me?"
Love it.
Right now, I and The Cousins are watching NFL's Monday Night Football, which makes me dim the lights, sit quietly in the corner, reminisce, and shed a tear about missing the Rug league at home. Stephen, the team's El Capitano in Zobel's league, dubbed our Saturday Rug sessions as Monday Night Football in Alabang, which is rather puzzling. Hmmmm.
Meanwhile, it's pandemonium here. The Younger Cousins are sleeping here tonight and we've built a gigantic latag in the living room (where the Xbox is, of course) because we all have to get up early tomorrow. I and The Older Cousins maxed out our poor credit cards and chipped in to bring all the kiddos to Disneyland. Fun!
It's 'cause although situations and atmospheres weren't close to perfect, things jived and everyone went to bed smiling. According to preachy books, and musical artist King Crimson, and Oprah, you gotta be happy with what you have. And what better time to apply that code of conduct than at Christmas. Jolly holy Christmas.
Aaand guidance counseling session over.
Gave The Mom an iPod, and the coolest Bang & Olufsen headphones and lots of other crapola used to fulfill the ultimate listening experience.
In true Parentals Gone Ballistic fashion, her first reaction after opening the gift was, "What crime did you do this time? Why are you bribing me?"
Love it.
Right now, I and The Cousins are watching NFL's Monday Night Football, which makes me dim the lights, sit quietly in the corner, reminisce, and shed a tear about missing the Rug league at home. Stephen, the team's El Capitano in Zobel's league, dubbed our Saturday Rug sessions as Monday Night Football in Alabang, which is rather puzzling. Hmmmm.
Meanwhile, it's pandemonium here. The Younger Cousins are sleeping here tonight and we've built a gigantic latag in the living room (where the Xbox is, of course) because we all have to get up early tomorrow. I and The Older Cousins maxed out our poor credit cards and chipped in to bring all the kiddos to Disneyland. Fun!
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