...DARY!!! (the next best pickup line), random ramblings...

so i'm working on a project in the office right now, about a new scent. i have to make about 5 stories for 3 scents. right now i got 3 workable ones, and 2 that may have took something from the first three. one of my stories involves a "player"... and who better to personify a "player" than the great guru himself, Barney Stinson (you don't know him? look him up. he'll teach you how to live)...

so inspired by Barney, and with all the horoscope hoopla raging over multiply and wherever, i got to think of my very own pick up line. of course, the first person that has to know about this is the guy who i know would actually try it: my wingman, imon (my blog, my views. you my wingman here)... so amused was my wingman that he coined it: Oplan Zodiac. 

in effect, i shared it to him thinking about The Naked Man gimmick and how it works 2/3 times. i wanted to know if this would fare better.

 

player:  hi, you must be a (insert star sign here)

girl:      what makes you assume that?

player:  well, because they say that (insert star sign here) are good kissers...

girl:      i don't even know you. how can you say that?

player:  we can try to prove or disprove that right now....

 

yup. it sounds kinda pathetic probably, but hey, was there ever a pickup line that wasn't? i mean, if you were sane. pickup lines are made to break the ice. if the girl's really into you, no matter how pathetic the line goes, it's gonna work. if she's not, you get big bright hand mark right across your face. even better: girl has awesome turndown line.

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Breaking Down the Scores

so, the Naked Man goes 2/3, we got 2.5/4. imon got 1/2, i got 1/2 (initially tabbed at 1.5/2.), .5 for each... i say .5 because tracy said it might work for laughs but not for picking someone up... my point of view is that, laughter will probably start a conversation. hence, .5... then again, prior to me saying the line, i already told my would-be pick ups that i'm gonna try something and they just ride with me.

so, as it seems, the Naked Man still has one up on our Oplan Zodiac.

<<further reading: go to http://imonolgado.multiply.com/journal/item/204/LEGEN..._the_great_birthday_heist>>

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A Job Badly Needed (Random Personal Ramblings. You may choose to skip)

i'm actually feeling somewhat useful to this company, so i'm not as bored. i got 3 projects lined up all at the same time, so i'm actually kinda busy, my mind's actually kinda getting used. however, now i get to feel i'm getting underpaid. not because of my current salary, but because my salary's not gonna increase anytime soon. that's what happens when you're a contractual employee. you don't get leaves, your agency cheats you on your 13th month pay, and the salary you agreed on initially will probably be the same as long as they extend your contract.

i need a job that's gonna give more promise than this one. 2 of my bosses, as much as they employ my help in their projects, are actually kinda training me to be more than what i am right now. as a result, they trust me with projects, and they push that i be included in every planning session or group meeting (that i may know how and where to help them with) but understand that if at times management doesn't allow it (with the reality that i may actually leave at any point in time). they want me here, but they recognize that the company won't give me that much of a break.. but they keep letting me do what i do, just in case. hopefully, things work out... conversation in the car:

 

sir bernie: when striking a deal, always try to work out a scenario that's good for the both of us. in this case, we need their salon. we need them to close up at 9-11. in turn, we give them a value that's high enough, but won't hurt us. so magkano un?

me: so, i wouldn't know actually...

sir bernie: 10k. maliit lang sa tin un di ba?

me: talaga? i REALLY wouldn't know.

sir bernie: dollars kasi computation natin eh. so roughly, 200USD? not bad.

 

if 10k is such a small price to pay for this company, then i should be getting more. hay.. this is what happens if a guy who likes a kickass phone can't get it because of seemingly sucky pay.

i want things to work out here for purposes of probable growth (and financial stability), but would like to leave because i'm getting old early. i need people around my age group at least. reasonable enough?

i'll work on my resume. i'm adding on to my portfolio. before next week ends, i must have passed my resume to one other company at least. goals, goals... haha..

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Quote of the Week:

Saw this somewhere i can't remember:

Phil Jackson: Remember, there's no "I" in "team".

Micheal Jordan: But there's always a "me"

...worst day ever and super inggo all grown up...

update from my previous post:

i actually did get to go out last saturday. i held on to the fact that my dad owes me one for going to the confirmation as his substitute. so i went to uncle owe's place for a few bottles of beer, non-stop stories, and capped the night off with "Heroes" discussion and pares. went home? 3AM. and i had a confirmation to go to.

(before moving on, how about you, who's Heroes character power would you rather have?)


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Confirmation and Food Galore

i swear, out of 4 pairs of ninongs and ninangs, i didn't know any single one of them. i didn't even know the kid who's going to be confirmed. alas, it was a guy whom i forgot the name of, but a really nice kid, it seemed. while every other person being confirmed had a ninong-ninang accompany him/her to the preist, our kid had 4 pairs coming along. that was  rich.

then i didn't know if i'd actually go to the reception. they didn't know me. i didn't know them. it's like crashing a party or something. but still, dad's friend asked me to come join them, so i did.

it wasn't that much of a bad idea. it was too boring, because i sat with the old people, but man, the food was like santa's bag... it was like, i thought i was finished, but then food just comes out. in order of appearance, i have it as:

1. pansit
2. soup
3. cold cuts platter?
4. beef with broccoli
5. shrimp sauteed in some chinese sauce
6. chili crab
7. yang chow fried rice
8. steamed fish
9. buchi
10. siomai-looking rice cakes
11. dessert sago with either mango or pineapple syrup

they came out 10mins apart or more. i didn't know if it would stop. but when everyone was done eating and they had their own moments, i took mine and left, i needed to get a good parking spot for my car...

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Worst Day Ever, Part 1

nakapark na sana ako ng maayos. makitid, pero maayos ang pagkakapark. volks un dala ko. dapat ingatan. tiningnan ko kun bukas un harap, at bukas nga xa... ilang ult naming sinubukang isarado, pero ndi namin masara. tinulungan na ko nun gwardya. nun sumuko na ko, pinasok ko na sa loob yung spare tire na nasa harap pati na rin un original na jack ng volks. tapos, sinarado ko ulit lahat.

akalain mo ba namang nag-lock bigla ung harap. pota.

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Worst Day Ever, Part 2

TNT talaga team ko. pero para sa larong ito, alam ko SMB ang mananalo. si imon at jason, kontra sa buhay, si ella, isa pa, dahil ded kei macmac. si kali, eekay, at ako, SMB nun araw na un.

sobrang ganda ng laban. antanga nga lang ni tanquincen. dati, ndi ko maramdaman un galit sa kanya ng mga fans ng Ginebra, dahil napachampion naman niya un team. ngayon, naniniwala na kong nagkataon lang na magaling ang mga player nya noon, at bumabagsak lang ang mga tira nila.

pingris ang binabantayan ni cardona. 5 foul na si cardona. ndi nila dinikdik. danny seigle, kinakain ng buhay si carey, na 5 fouls na rin. washington? ayun, gusto ko sana sulatan na ndi xa si lebron james kahit na mag-headband pa xa at mag-sleeve.

anung ginawa ni tanquincen? live or die by the three. nilabas si pingris. pinasok si tugade.

epekto: ndi kelangan dumepensa ng dikit ni macmac, ndi madidikitan ever si carey.

resulta: pamatay ni macmac. lahat ng mintis ng TNT? kei carey napunta.

talo SMB, 1 point.

ambobo ni siot.

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Worst Day Ever, Part 3

sa larong ito, SLR naman kami. si imon lang ALA. nakakaantok un laro, kumpara sa una na kun saan talagang napapatayo kami sa upuan. ndi nagkaron ng pagkakataong dumakdak si kelly williams. 

ambakaw ni yeo kahit xa un nagpahabol. sayang lang. nyeta.

muli, talo nananaman ang team na napili namin.

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Worst Day Ever, Part 4

kakain, nakarating kei Mang Inasal sa mei Buendia. ok naman dun, walang problema. ang masama, pauwi na lang, nag-iba un tunog nun kotse ko. sinilip ko, kulang na ng isang tambutso un kotse. binalikan namin, pero wala na.

buong byahe, urat na urat ako't nawalan pa ko ng tambutso. tambutso ng baby ng tatay ko. demmit.

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Worst Day Ever, Icing

nakauwi ako sa bahay bago mag-12. well, 5 mins bago mag-12. chinese new year daw sabi ni mama, dapat nasa bahay ako bago mag-12.

good thing na nakabalik ako ng bahay kaya icing? hardly.

ipapasok ko na lang un kotse, nang marinig kong iba nanaman un tunog ng tambutso ko.....


..... wla na rin pala ung isa. pota. ang saya....

January 25, 2009, tatandaan kita tulad ng araw nang paglaban ni Pacman kei Dela Hoya.

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Super Inggo Grows Up

irrelevant, true, after ranting about the past day, but hey, today's a new day right? i honestly don't know where to pick myself up without optimism.



anyway, me and my red hair get our first pic out in multiply. i'm not vain enough to post a whole album of myself, so i decided to post a couple of pics to show off my super inggo hair, all cut again after deciding it's way easier to style than back when it was super long.

















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Dad and Doctor: Professional Help at its Finest

this story is best told when acted out, with me and my excruciatingly long, detailed manner, but exaggerated and funny if you actually wait for it...

so my dad goes to the doctor to fix his problem on pissing. see, the hospital initially stuck something to his thing in order for him to be able to piss. today was the day they take it out. i leave what happened to your imagination (but if we meet, i'd gladly retell this with exaggerated acting. it is that legen...wait for it... dary..)

Doc: (pulling out the thing slowly)
Pa: (painful look) Masakit...
Doc: teka... (stretches) AAAIIIIIIIIYIYIYIIYIYYIYIYIIYIYI (shouting while continually karate-chopping my dad's chest)
Pa: (gulat, puzzled)
Doc: (suddenly pulls out the thing)
Pa: (teary eyed) ............. hahahaha.....


IT WAS CRAZY! the doc went all berserk on him and my dad was so shocked that he didn't feel as much pain as he had to. that's medical city methods for you...

...alone, stuck up, and nothing to do...

i am an outgoing person. it's not because i like to spend all my money, but because i want to make the most out of my life by being with the most people i can possibly be with. i go to work from mondays to fridays from 8am to 5pm then after that, i find time to go out with che or with college classmates because i feel i'm getting older faster in the office. i want to hang out with college friends, that they may jolt my seemingly stagnant brain. i want to hang out with che, that i may feel the comfort of her company (yes, despite the kiki voice). i want to hang out with my cousins, that we may share mindless fun.

i'm what my mom calls a "boarder" --- i only go home to sleep. now, much as i would want to resent that thought of hers, i almost feel as if she's right. heck, i only want to go home to relax and not recieve text messages from my mom asking where i am. thing is, with 3 tv's and a relatively big place, we don't necessarily see each other even if everyone's home. hence, she watches tv in their room, my dad watches his programs in the living room, and i could lock myself up in my room for all they care.

and yet, they insist that i stay home. for what? me-time? it's not as if we're having bonding sessions every night that we're all here. my bro's obssessed with any light emmitting object. my dad's detatched from what we humans call "emotion" and as it seems, "empathy". my mom is too attached to all the problems in the world that the littlest thing seems like the fate of the rest of the world depended on it. my sis is probably reading this as well, and though i could say she's a sane-line for me in the house, she's still halfway to the detatched from "emotion" bit to just plain introvert. (yes, you are an introvert for me. haha..)

and now, it's a saturday night. my friends probably won't get to read this blog of mine unless they're too bored or i post a new blog by monday and get to read a previous entry they think they didn't get to read simply because NOBODY stays home alone on a saturday night.  all right, probably somebody does. but that somebody most probably is a nobody. look, i'm not hating on what you do. and i'm not saying i'm "somebody". if you like staying home on weekends, that's great, my parents would love you. it's just that i'm a people-person. a guy who can't shut up. a guy that has his throat dry in the office for the whole freakin week and needs outlet. a guy who hates misery for company.

THIS is misery. che and her friends are gonna watch that piolo-angel movie which i would want to watch (yeah yeah, so i watch local flicks.) except that the only people i watch those kinds of movies with are che and her friends. today is exactly two weeks after the first "food trip saturday" that we had, and this is supposed to be the date of the 2nd one. imon is at his condo, 1 text away from going out. uncle owe and jon are probably at uncle owe's place getting wasted and probably playing tongits.

 

and i am here. blogging. let's see why i ended up this way:

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Dad and Pissing

my dad can't discharge piss. you know the feeling of you gotta go but you're trying to hold it in? that's what's happening to him. except that, for us, we get relief as soon as we take the load off. him? nothing. he's right  there ready to take a piss but, nothing. and the feeling of holding it in? it was driving him crazy.

so they went to the doctor to find out that my dad had a prostate enlargement or something, and it's blocking the urinal gland, making it impossible for him to discharge piss that he needs to let out.

a call from my mom wednesday afternoon:

Ma: ter, si papa mo ndi makaihi. Sasamahan ko na xa sa medical city.

Me: anung nangyari?

Ma: nun isang araw pa nga xa nagrereklamo eh. Nahihirapan na daw xa. Tapos kanina ayun, talagang wala na daw.

Me: ah ok. So kelangan nyo po un kotse?
Ma: oo eh. Mei lakad ka ba?

Me: opo. Mei premiere po kami panoorin sa galle eh.

Ma: hay nako. Parati ka na lang mi lakad ndi mo ba kami pwedeng unahin?

Me: huh? Eh un premiere nun isang araw pa. um-oo na ko. Mei tiket ako. Kun alam ko ba namang kelangan pumunta sa doktor eh di sana ndi ko na dinala kotse. Dadalhin ko na lang sa inyo sa medical city, commute na lang ako pabalik.

Ma: ikaw talaga. Ndi mo kami sasamahan?
Me: makakaihi ba si papa kun sumama ako?

two things flawed that (no pun intended) pissed me off is that 1. she asked if i had somewhere to go to. when i said yes, she reacted negatively. why the heck would you ask something you don't like to hear the answer of? another is that she insists that i go, when i am of no use to them. i'm not a doctor or anything, and i don't necessarily need to be there for financial services. what, i need to be there moral/emotional support? i highly doubt that. my dad's too egoistic to appreiciate company especially in this time of his vulnerability. no. i am not too hard on him. i've known the guy for 19 years of my life (i'm taking two years off for the benefit of consciousness) and i know what i'm talking about. hence, i'd rather watch my fun movie (yes man, which was 7/10).

so now, my dad hasn't gone to work since wednesday. and today, as much as i would want to go to any other place, i can't because my mom would be like "grabe ka na talaga, kung ayaw mo na dito sa bahay ko lumayas ka na!"..

one thing i've learned to take to heart is that as long as you live under the same roof as your parents, you just have to play by their rules.

that's why i'm here, blogging.

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My Dad and Empathy

i hate my life being planned out by others. the only times that that sits well with me is when people decide where to eat. i didn't live out this consious existence to be dictated on what to do.

hence, i still "work" in the same place i've been ranting about for ages because i don't want to be told to go to law school or fulfill my dad's blurry visions of an instantly gratifying business that ranges from junk shops to selling garlic and other stuff in bulk to retail outlets. i'd want to help my uncle out in his business that's also manufacturing by nature, but even before i decide to, my dad's insisting that i learn the tricks of the trade and eventually put up my own business.

my dad loves that. letting people do what he thinks is good but doesn't care to try it out. he's too blinded by possible upside that he doesn't really care to see the possible consequences of his choices. for my part, i'm a gambler, but heck, i gamble on games, not on other people's futures.

anyway, my dad's at it again. so tomorrow, i have to represent him in a "kumpil" for the guy who sells volkswagen accessories to him. yeah, i know the guy. i met him ONCE. and now i have to play ninong for his son/daughter. it's a kumpil demmit. not a freakin baptism. if i walked with the son/daughter, i could be mistaken for a boyfriend or a tropa.

i know i'm not young-YOUNG, but do i have to be young-that-must-look/act-old? i hate this.

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Good Earth and Cocktails

on a lighter note, i was able to chill out at least last night. went to goodearth in rockwell with che, issa, and shara. ate pat also happened to drop by, but totally by coinidence. the jamjar is a must try in goodearth (roast, i must add. goodearth in trinoma is fine-dining like. rockwell's is a good place to hang out and drink) and we each had one. and another cocktail drink after that (no beers for my friends, no beer for me).

i came to a realization last night as to why there are brawls in certain bars. if i had imon, jason, diaz (classmates), and jon (my cousin) with me last night, we would've trashed the place. see, guys can be so freakin annoying when they're together, and if you don't know them, you'd just laugh at how pathetic they are. imon, jason, and diaz are guys who don't care (or are clueless, in diaz's case) if the people they're talking about can hear them. jon, for his part, is a guy who'd break your face if you gave him a bad stare. me? i'm in the middle of both.

i say this because last night, there were a couple of table with a bunch of bozos having fun. jologs english on one side, and pa-coño english on another. both of them too loud for us to make fun of. since i was with 3 girls and was wearing a somewhat "formal" attire, none of the trashing happened, because these guys wouldn't confront girls even if they heard them make fun of them. BUT, if i were with the guys i said earlier? man. no doubt in my mind that it would have been the last time i would be there in goodearth.

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My Mom and Skype

this i thought of just now, as my mom approached me. so my sis is in singapore, right? occassionally, she'd be online, probably so that she wouldn't feel too homesick. what my mom does is that whenever someone's by the computer, she'd insist you check out if ate was online.

funny thing if she is: my mom would pass it on to another person. i mean, what the hell? she'd keep on asking if ate's online for like every 10mins, and when you say that she is, this is what normally happens:

ma: ate, kamusta ka na dyan?

Ate: ok lang naman po.

Ma: kumain ka na?

Ate: opo.

Ma: teka lang ah. (shouts out our names) dali!

Us: (going near her because the need seems urgent) bakit po?

Ma: wala, online si ate eh, gusto nyo kausapin?

 

 

And i mean all the time.

 

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so now, i'm gonna try to go out to uncle owe's place. he had me at "papaitan".

 

but first, episode 2 of kyle xy's 3rd season.

 

…Holidays, Fixing, and Crab…(+bulalo, edited)

(note: composed after a long period of time na walang blog. disorganized, relatively short but still it's kinda long. rusty writing. haha)

This is long overdue. I’d try to make it as short as I possibly can, but if stuff pops out of my mind, it might get longer.

The last holiday season may probably have been the longest, but most uneventful holiday season I’ve ever experienced. Sure, I tried to make the most of ate’s time back, but for the two supposedly most important days of the holidays (Christmas and New Year), it was unusually plain.

Normally, a Lozada Christmas would be a huge gathering in a house, with everyone having their thing, then when the clock strikes 12, everyone starts greeting everyone in such a merry fashion. Then a designated shouter shouts out the name on the gift by the Christmas tree. For every gift, one poses for cameras, a dozen others try to squeeze themselves in the background, and that goes on until about 2am. Some years back, we played bingo with Uncle Jun’s stuff and some cash from the elders as prizes. We had so much fun that we did it again the next year. And the next. And henceforth we accepted it as a tradition. The last one was last year, and it would be the last one, as Uncle Jun and all his bravado got his hands tied by the government.

This year, so much confusion and unwanted events happened before the actual Christmas eve. Started out with us fetching ate at Clark, then went straight to a mass offered for our aunt who passed away on the 24^th of last year. On the way, we got a call from home that amah (my Chinese grandmother) fell in the bathroom and hurt her arm. So we decided to just take her to the doctor, since my mom had to go to the office. We ate and spent time with the relatives ‘til about 10:30 I think, and we went home, cutting short our get-together. We took amah to a clinic, where we’d find out that she broke her arm in 2. We took her home, parents took care of her, me, my sis, and Che (who came from work) went out to get something in Megamall, then went to Tiendesitas where we “Fixed” ourselves to new looks.

Then we went home to the arguing family where my dad and his siblings were debating as to whether or not to go to La Salle because of some issues that were raised in the morning. At the end of it though, my dad got all stubborn and went on to La Salle to visit Uncle Jun before 12am, then we went back to my aunt’s house for the annual celebration (where the food wasn’t as great as it used to). We played tong-its outside, but I swear I didn’t hear my name called. I didn’t even get a gift from my ninang, so I don’t have my usual Christmas Blueberry Cheesecake. Crap. No new shirts, no new shorts, no new nothing. It’s not that I’m bitching about it, it’s just that, it’s such a new experience. And to think I immersed myself to NBA gambling to earn money to buy these people gifts. Yeah, true, it’s supposed to be better to give than to receive, but man, this early in my life, no more shirts? Demn. It’s one of only two times a year that I get new wardrobe, the other one being my birthday.

Anyway, what also made that night uninteresting was the fact that at 2am, me and my 2 cousins were the only ones awake, playing tong-its. No viewers to make noise, no other people who psych the other out, no one. Heck, one of my cousins was even too sleepy to go on. So Jon and I went out to Minute Burger for Abi, and it was freakin cold. That ended my night. Minute Freakin Burger. What a Christmas.

New year was no different. Day started out (as I was told) with my mom ranting to my dad about a Silverworks receipt she found.

MA: Ano nanaman to? Walanghiya ka talaga, di mo nanaman natiis bilhan babae mo ng alahas no?

PA: Huh? Wala akong binibili.

MA: Sinungaling ka nanaman! Kitang kita ko na tong ebidensya o!

PA: Ndi sa kin yan.

MA: Eh bakit ba?! Sino pa ba ibang “A. Lozada” dito?!

FYI, my sister’s name is “Alexandria Lozada”, and both of us pattern our handwriting to our dad, though she does better. It turns out that ate bought something from Silverworks the day she came back, and that was the receipt my mom found.

But that little mistake didn’t stop my mom from cussing the whole day. We went to Uncle Jun’s house (where they were allowed to spend the holidays – all three days of December 31 to January 2), again, amid a lot of confusion between the families. I was suggesting to just drop by Uncle Jun’s place after we’ve had our house celebration. But they said we were invited for dinner, and so we went. Again, we cut that visit short, since we had to go back to amah and the house celebration. After a few fireworks, the jumping around (or in ate’s case, the bouncing), the group family hug (which was actually nice), the dinner (which I would talk about later), and 80+ levels of Burger Shop, I got sleepy and went off to bed. It was 2am. We weren’t able to go back to Uncle Jun’s place because we were too stuffed to move, and when we could move already, we were too sleepy and lazy. And we weren’t sure until what time everyone would stay there. 2am sleep when normally I wouldn’t on a New Year’s eve.

I must note that you, my dear relative who is reading this, must not mention ANYTHING about what you have just read or make jokes about this in front of my mom, else my mom will cry her eyes out on self-pity. I rant because these events caused my holidays to be forgetful, and not to make fun of anyone.

Bawal Kumain Ng Crab sa Gabi

Lahat tayo mei kanya kanyang kasabihang sinusunod: bawal magwalis sa gabi, kukunin ka ng bumbay pag makulit ka, pag mahipan ng hangin mukha mo, ndi na maaalis sa mukhang ginawa mo, etc. Pero eto pinakamatindi kong narinig. Umaga ng 31, umalis kami ni ate para bilhin ang mala-Coke na laking crab daw nila Bolz. Pero dahil in demand, wala na kaming naabutang ganun kalaking crab. Inuwi muna namin un at napagbilinan kaming bumili pang crab dahil malamang kulang un. Hindi na umabot ng tanghalian yung crab, so naisip namin dinner na lang. Kaso nun dinner, ayun nga, kela Uncle Jun daw. So naisip namin, sa Noche Buena na. Pero ayun, nabanatan kami ng nanay namin :

MA: Hindi daw pwedeng kumain ng crab sa gabi.

ME: Huh? Bakit?

MA: Basta.

ME: Di nga? Dapat mei dahilan.

MA: Eh. Kasi daw gagapang daw ang buhay sa susunod na taon.

ME: Huh? (Nag-isip ng pambadtrip) Eh di dapat pala kumain tayo ng aso, para maging best friend tayo ng lahat (na ngayon ko lang naisip), o kaya maging pampered tayo buong taon (na actual kong sinabi). O kaya kabayo para mabilis tayo buong taon.

MA: (Walk out.)

ME: O kaya...

ATE: Tigilan mo na. Bad trip na eh.

Naknangtokwa naman kasi. Kinabukasan na alis ni ate. Puyatan pa. Panu pa makakain un sandamakamak na crab na un? Ayun, inalmusal ata ni ate at ni-lunch. Dalawang araw din xang natakam dun. Kun pde nga lang i-pulutan, pulutan na rin siguro sana namin un eh. Pero ok na rin nakakain xa dito bago umalis. April na ulit. At sana, mei stock na si Bolz ng mala-coke nyang crab.

 

Inuman at Bulalo

Binisita namin un buntis. Nun mga panahon na yun, anytime lalabas na si Joaqi eh. Red Horse ang inumin dahil mahal daw beer sa Singapore. Masyadong nagkatuwaan, siguro 3AM na kami pasado natapos.

 

Antok, lasing, wasak, nagkaayaan kumain ng bulalo sa San Juan. Ako pa nag-aya eh. Pag-akyat sa taas:

 

People: Anu sa tin? Bulalo? Ilan kanin?

Me: 9!

People: 8 lang kaya tayo.

Me: ok lang yan!

People: ok na.

Me: er. yuko muna ko...

 

<after Godknowswhat>

 

People: ter, ter, gising na! ubos na un pagkain o!

Me: Gago... <looks at table> ULUL?! UBOS NA NGA?!

People: oo, kanina ka pa namin ginigising ayaw mo gumising

Me: pota..POTA!

People: kami na nga kumain nun extrang rice na inorder mo eh.

Me: POTA!!!!!!!!!

 

antok, lasing, wasak, pero nun pauwi na kami, ndi ako nakatulog, kakaisip ng bulalong dumaan sa harap ko at di man lang dumapo sa labi ko. demmit.

 

gusto ko tuloy ng bulalo.

 

…On Recent Events: Personal and on the Papers…

 

 I  had a holiday blog going. It's just that I can't seem to find where I saved it. This was supposed to be the third part of a three-part blog, but since I can' see the first, why bother posting the poorly written second? Anyway, this is just to cure my itch to blog.

 

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Clubbin at the Golf Club: Thoughts on the Dec 26 Golf Brawl

 

Golf is supposed to be the most boring and least physically demanding sport outside chess. You can’t get hurt by another player unless you’re so damn cursed that you accidentally get hit by a ball.

The Dela Paz vs Pagdanganan case over the holiday season was just another example of “you don’t cross the line, or else”. I don’t know the whole story. But I can empathize more with the Dela Paz family than the politician’s. See, I can’t say the Dela Paz family is a poor family threatened by the rich, because for one, they’re hanging out in a golf course, demmit. Look, a lot of people said before that Uncle Jun is such a hypocrite in saying he’s a mere “Probinsyanong Intsik” when he has a good house, expensive cars, and has a membership in Wack-Wack. He said that because he is that. He worked his ass off to get to were he was at that point. Now, Dela Paz may have been the same. It doesn’t matter to me though, because as far as I’m concerned, it’s a matter of politician vs. a Filipino citizen/family. You can’t tell me that Dela Paz was the one who silenced the whole crew to shut up about the incident. If you have 6 bodyguards wherever you go on a normal day (to his credit, Uncle Jun’s bodyguards were issued by the Senate, and it was not by choice. Those guards were cool. Dami nga lang nila. They’re no longer “securing” Uncle Jun now though), you’re a person too full of yourself and is asking for trouble at just about everywhere you go.

 

Bambi/Bambee, the Dela Paz daughter, used a powerful tool in the internet such that their case might not be lost in anonymity. It was a great idea, and had the right intentions, but in the end, I thought it was all for naught as the two conflicting parties decided on a settlement. I have not read the daughter’s blog yet, and I don’t know if she’s fine with the arranged settlement, but it’s just sad that it was never proven in court that one of the parties was at fault. Parang quits quits na lang, pareho na lang may kasalanan. Labo.

 

I’m thinking, they probably decided to just have the settlement so that the whole thing would be over with, and at least they get something out of it. Great idea, really, because with people like those going against you, courts and legal action will only take forever. Ask Uncle Jun. But then again, that’s why Uncle Jun didn’t decide to shut up even after bribe offers. You let them get away with something, somebody else is going to suffer their arrogance. A rippling effect. Or a butterfly effect, as Angela Petrelli calls it.

 

Congratulations on your return to peaceful anonymity. Hopefully, those at fault would just roll over and die.

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PBA Prediction

 

I’m excited over the PBA. I haven’t been this excited since the Alaska-Ginebra rivalry, or the last couple of seasons of the Michael Jordan of my life during the 90’s, Alvin Patrimonio. No, not because of their greatness, but rather, during that time of my life, when you ask kids who their favorite player is in the NBA, they’d most likely say, Michael Jordan, because everybody knew him. For a 90’s kid like me, the first player that comes to my mind when asked about the PBA is Alvin Patrimonio.

 

Now, this year’s final 4 teams are San Miguel vs Talk N‘ Text, and Sta Lucia vs Alaska. What makes this year exciting for me is the fact that there’s only one remaining SMC team. When before, SMC seems to have been dominating the whole of PBA due to their many teams, this year, there remained only one, as all SMC teams fought to get past the wild card stage. When before SMC teams look like all star teams in themselves, today, teams like Talk N’ Text and Alaska are parading a marquee of stars themselves. This semis is really difficult to call, as all teams are legit finals contenders. But there can be only one:

 

TNT vs SMB: In Ainj’s offthebench.multiply.com account (where us basketball freaks share thoughts), I predicted this series to go 4-1 in favor of TNT. I said I see it as TNT dominating one (game one), SMB stealing one (game two), TNT recovering from another (game three), and a couple of close TNT wins. Watching the games, I would like to think SMB’s going to win another one, but just so the Nostrodamus in me would rejoice, I hope TNT takes it in 5.

 

ALA vs SLR: Sta Lucia has always been a great all-Filipino team. Kelly Williams was a break from their tradition of taking pure Filipinos only in their lineup, but that wasn’t a bad idea (what was bad was the over-hyped Alex Cabagnot) as it gave them a solid centerpiece in their franchise. Alaska is a team that has a winning tradition and a Jerry Sloan-type of coach, as they’re the only team in the league that every basketball-aware Filipino knows who the coach is. Alaska is a solid team this season, and their bench players can start for any other team. It’s such a joy to watch this series that I’m willing to call it either way. But my bias is Alaska, because I want to see Harvey Carey (TNT) and Reynel Hugnatan hustle each other out in every play.

 

Any team playing in the semis right now deserves to be Champion. They’re all good teams, and if they win, they won against a really solid team. Hopefully, the PBA will only get better.

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Benjamin Button's Magic

 

I’m a sleepy-head. I fall asleep in class, I fall asleep in work, heck, I even fell asleep standing up while attending a Simbang Gabi. I fell asleep watching Iskul Bukol, and a couple other movies, one of them was actually good.

 

Then comes Benjamin Button. I wasn’t excited about it. But I was (pardon the pun) curious about it. So Che and I watched it. And I loved it. I was so drawn into the movie that I didn’t realize how long it was. It had dragging scenes where I should’ve fell asleep, but I didn’t. I thought it was interesting from start to finish. By the way, we watched the movie at 10:30PM in Glorietta. We went out of the moviehouse at 1:30AM. It was that long and I didn’t fall asleep. Even I amazed me.

 

Let lightning hit me if I was lying. Hey, it could happen. One guy was hit “seven times”.

 

I was looking for interesting quotes in the movie, because I’d love to share it, but there wasn’t much. Though I think one scene/line would best describe the movie for me. It was said by the old lady who taught Benjamin how to play the piano: “We’re all meant to lose someone, Benjamin. That’s how we learn how important they are to us”.

 

For a guy growing young, that was an early lesson in life.

 

On a related note, I was listening to the morning show in Magic and Mo pointed out some similarities in Forrest Gump and Benjamin Button. It made sense while he was pleading his case, and it made a lot more sense when he let the listeners in on the audio clip of the YouTube video. Try to catch it yourself. Look for The Curious Case of Forrest Gump in YouTube to see for yourself.

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Voltaire, the Floss Addict

 

Went to Gateway last Saturday to just hang out. By the end of the night, Issa had to email something while Che and I got her glasses. So while waiting for Issa, Che and I decided to go to Bread Talk because the smell of the bread was just knocking on our noses. So we went there, and I wanted to see which was most visually appealing. Che got the “new” bread, as I heard in the morning show (yes, I listen to it everyday. Except when Mo’s not around. When before it was fine by me, lately, I’ve realized that when there’s no asshole bashing the gay guy and the callers, the show’s kinda boring.) called “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Bacon.” I tell you, the bacon is actually hidden beneath the rock-solid bread. It’s not good. You get to break your teeth before you chow on some bacon. I was torn in choosing the Pizza Bread and the seemingly delish-looking “Floss”. Beckham and Cheese was a close third. I decided to go for the Floss thing and ate it in the car.

 

And so it began. My Floss addiction.

 

I couldn’t have enough of it, and was craving for it since I swallowed the last bite of it.

 

I finally got my dose yesterday. I got to taste them all, the Floss, the Cheese Floss, the Fire Floss, and the Hot Chic. And today, since I got to drop by Megamall, I had to get them again.

 

Maaga ako mamumulubi nito.

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And now to watch Obama's oath taking...