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a very late goodbye to the happy-faced guy

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 16:01:14 GMT

It was almost two years ago, an ordinary weekend night spent in the Kule office. It was just me, Archie, and Mang Romy, I believe, and we had the office to ourselves. I was in the computer room, drafting my article for the next issue (or playing Pokemon Crater, I can't really remember).

I was surprised when I heard them coming in through the main door of the office...a huge, loud group who apparently went straight up the rooftop. Archie and I had no idea what the hell was going on. I decided to peek outside after about an hour or so, and I was greeted by about a dozen lit candles and a rather large group of happy faces.

Turns out, they were the "oldies", the batch of writers and editors before Karl's (I think). I couldn't remember all of them. One, however, stood out.

He was short, plump, and had this weird grin pasted on his face. He was really chatty. He and two other former staffers followed me into the computer room, and I sat there with them as they told me stories of the old Kule.

They asked me to show them my drafts. They gave me good feedback and constructive criticism. They even told me that I had the makings of a great editor, and volunteered to train me for the next editorial exam. I was flushed; honestly, I knew in my heart that I was the worst writer in the roster, yet these guys - former Kule editors, for godsakes - told me that Mikael Francisco, Editor-in-Chief had a nice ring to it. I knew they were probably just trying to make me feel better, but man, it worked.

The happy-faced guy stayed with me and Archie even after all of their colleagues had already left. We shared beers and stories about how our batch was lucky to even have a decent office. How the rooftop, my wonderfully open and ironically defenseless Fortress of Solitude, was the perfect place for inuman nights and sexcapades. How everyone who had left Kule after graduating kept coming back every now and then, missing the faded walls and the smell of cigarettes and old newspapers.

Pretty soon, Archie left to go home, and I spent the rest of the night, way until the wee hours of the morning, talking to the happy-faced guy. He told me about his life - his struggles, and how he reached the success he enjoyed today. He had a proud, accomplished air about him; you just knew this guy wasn't shitting you when he'd tell you that he'd seen everything. He gave me a metric ton of life's lessons, and told me not to take crap from anyone and to believe in myself. Before leaving me, he asked me to submit some articles to him regularly, to be published in his magazine.

That was one of my happiest memories in Kule. I even kept the beer bottle I drank from while we spent hours talking. It's right there, on my desk. I still look at it every time I feel down, and it never fails to cheer me up.

Pretty soon, we had established a good working relationship. Even after I left Kule, we kept in touch. He even told me he was planning to launch the Philippine version of a major international monthly, and invited me to be part of the staff. He treated me as an equal, even though he was leagues ahead of me. He was a friend, a really good and understanding one at that.

The last time we actually saw each other, it was raining hard. We met up near the Main Library. He paid me for the last batch of articles I sent him, and I introduced him to my girlfriend. We weren't able to talk much, though, as my girlfriend and I had class. We hitched a ride in his car, and he dropped us off on our respective destinations. Telling us to keep in touch, and with a smile and a wave, he drove away.

I was surprised when we stopped talking after that.

I emailed him for months, but he ignored me. I even greeted him on his birthday - he said nothing. I was worried, then pissed. Plenty of holidays had passed and I still did not hear from him.

I heard he had problems, and that he was busy. I stopped trying to contact him soon after. I went on with my life, thinking that even if he didn't want to talk to me anymore, the lessons he left me were invaluable and indispensible.

This evening, I decided to try and reach out to him once again. I wanted to tell him to forget whatever issues we may have had, and if we could have coffee sometime and talk about our present lives.

I visited his Friendster page - that was the online account he used to update frequently. To my surprise, I read all sorts of comments on his page that didn't make any sense to me.

"I really miss you." "Rest in peace." "Goodbye." "Farewell."

I immediately did a search on Google. It hit me like a wrecking ball.

My friend, the mentor figure I looked up to, my one-time boss - murdered, five months ago.

Strangled to death, found in a grassy field in San Mateo, Rizal. He was apparently the victim of a carnapping - his killers, from what I've read online, are still at large.

For a long time, I could neither stand nor sit straight.

I wasn't even able to attend his funeral. Nobody in his immediate social circle, I think, knew I existed, or that we were friends/co-workers. Thus, nobody notified me. I think nobody in the Kule community even knew we had worked together, or that we were friends.

Kuya, I never found out why you didn't reply to my messages. I can't even remember us fighting over anything. I never really found out why you had chosen to distance yourself, to disappear, then reappear, then completely ignore me. I was pissed. I hated you. I told myself that you probably didn't value me as much as I had valued you as a mentor and friend.

Now I regret feeling that way.

I am sorry, kuya VJ. Sorry for judging you, for not understanding. Goodbye, and thank you for the lessons you taught me in the short time we had known each other. Sorry that I wasn't able to see you one last time. I swear I'll make time to visit your grave soon. And sorry for saying goodbye so late, too late.

I will never get rid of that beer bottle. It will never fail to inspire me.

It will never fail to remind me of the happy-faced guy.

Holy-

Tue, 31 Mar 2009 11:30:14 GMT

http://supreme.ph/2009/03/31/green-days-american-idiot-is-going-theatrical/

I don't know what to say. This is awesome.

Mysterious numbers

Sun, 29 Mar 2009 14:31:47 GMT

D1
I-A-3-12-50
I-B-3-12-50
I-C-3-12-50
II-A-3-12-40
II-B-3-12-40
II-C-3-12-15-15
III-A-3-12-10-10
III-B-3-12-40
III-C-3-12-75

D2
I-A-3-12-60
I-B-3-12-40
I-C-3-12-40
II-A-3-15-30
II-B-3-15-30
II-C-3-12-15-15
II-D-3-12-10-10

*5-30*

Do you know how hard it is to establish a new nickname?

Sun, 29 Mar 2009 11:24:15 GMT

I do, and I don't care. From now on, you can add "Kyle" to the list of things you can call me.

I'm serious.

Kyle Kyle Kyle.

Not so hard, see?

Kyle, like that Green Lantern Kyle.

I wonder if I look like a Kyle? Hm.

Okay, NOW I'm grinning from ear to ear.

Sun, 22 Mar 2009 06:29:22 GMT

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/21st_Century_Breakdown

Nana nana nana nana na-na

Sun, 22 Mar 2009 06:15:00 GMT

I can't believe it. I had no idea.

http://kissfendi.com/2009/02/10/blink-182-is-back/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blink-182#Reformation_and_sixth_studio_album_.282009-present.29
http://www.blink182.com/

All right! :D

Now tell me Green Day's finally coming out with a new album that isn't them as the Foxboro Hottubs (although their Hottubs songs are pretty cool too) and you'll actually see me smiling ear to ear.

The sound of silence

Fri, 20 Mar 2009 12:38:20 GMT

I had a nightmare that woke me up really early this morning. I've been having nightmares at an alarming rate.

It was a funeral.

Today I received news that a classmate and friend died of asthma and heart failure.

Today I received news that a batchmate and friend was losing hope. I can say no more about this.

Today I realized that life is so short and unpredictable, and that it can be taken away from you any time.

Today I could not think of any words. I could not think of anything to say.

My heart feels so heavy, my chest wants to explode again and again. I don't know why I'm this affected - I guess when things hit close to home, this happens. Coupled with the nightmares I've been having, I've begun to fear.

Fear for my life. Fear for my loved ones' lives.

Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

Botchmen (Spoiler-heavy. And LONG.)

Thu, 12 Mar 2009 14:30:38 GMT

fnwebslinger's journal, March 12, 2009, 7:40 PM

Had Psych 101 yesterday at 7 in the morning. Professor talked for an hour and a half about personality. Rorschach ink blot shown on one of the slides. Was asked by professor to interpret the blot. Said I saw dog's head split in half. Only seatmate and I laughed at little joke. Was silently disappointed with entire class for not getting Watchmen reference. Led me to wonder if these people will ever realize that there's more to Watchmen than just the film, that the film was not half as 'profound' and 'intelligent' as the source material, grounded in a medium that they criticize for being childish. This society wades in the murky waters of shallow television programs and skimpy clothing, content to be waist-deep in its apathy while remaining blissfully ignorant of such a magnificent work of literary fiction. Must investigate further, and continue to live life without compromise.

----------------------------------------------------

I finally saw Watchmen today.

I wasn't impressed.

The film opens with what is, in my opinion, the most unnecessary and drawn-out action sequence in the entire movie - the murder of Edward Blake. There are so many reasons why this doesn't work. First, a lot of the significant events in the book were cut, and for me, it's a pain that elements such as Hollis Mason(the first Nite Owl)'s murder, the story of the two Bernards, the knot-tops, and the New Frontiersman segments were not included just to show Edward Blake punching through a wall. Second, the murderer's face was hardly obscured (spoiler, it's Adrian Veidt), so bye bye mystery. Seriously, even if, say for the sake of argument, you didn't see even just part of his face, who's the only guy in the cast with that body frame? Third, right after the opening montage (which I will get to in the next paragraph), two police detectives can be seen postulating on what happened - how Blake died, etc. We immediately know they're wrong, because, you know, we saw the damn fight, which wasn't fully shown in the graphic novel, thus rendering that sequence pointless and killing the air of whodunnit pretty quickly. While I admit it was a visual treat ("Adrian, Adrian, moves and dodges like Spider-Man...") and I enjoyed how Unforgettable was played in the background, I think it was too long and gave away too much.

What immediately follows this is what I consider to be the best part of the movie - the opening montage. A beautiful piece of work by the special effects firm yu+Co, it showcases the history of the costumed hero, from the dawn of the Minutemen to the passing of the Keane Act, outlawing all masked vigilantes. It was the only time in the entire movie when I felt the longing for a time long gone, and the depression that comes with the realization that indeed, the times are a-changing. Dollar Bill's death, Mothman's confinement, Silhouette's murder, Rorschach's first crime bust - all magnificently spun together to supposedly set the tone for the rest of the movie. Little things such as copies of the cover to Batman #1 visible behind Nite Owl I (I still think they should have gone with Action Comics #1, but that's just me) also helped to make the deal sweeter.

Even more impressive was how faithfully Snyder and co. managed to capture the first few chapters of the graphic novel. There were departures, sure (the most glaring ones being who warns Adrian Veidt about the "mask-killer", and how it is Dr. Manhattan who suggests that Laurie should go out with Dan), but they were easily forgivable (everything except Malin Akerman's acting, that is - we prolly could've gotten more emotion from a cardboard cut-out). Hell, even the shots seemed to look exactly like the paneling taken straight out of the comic book.

However, I hated how Chapter VI, The Abyss Gazes Also, was shortened - and did not include Kitty Genovese's story (thus weakening the entire "men are evil" theme that was so prevalent in the book). The entire conversation between Kovacs and Dr. Long also seemed, I dunno, inadequate. (Trivia: Rorschach burned Blair Roche's kidnapper to death, he didn't split his head in half like he did with the German Shepherds.) The sequence on Mars was easily the weakest part of the film. And yes, the ending WAS changed - however, I'm with the people who believe that the change was acceptable and actually made more sense than the original ending, although with less emotional impact. Nice touches were added to the events from the book as well (the swinging CR door in the prison when Rorschach deals with the Big Figure, Dan bearing witness to Rorschach's death).

The hairs on my arm literally stood when I heard that deep growl of a voice - Jackie Earle Haley really nails it as Rorschach, no question about it. God damn, he IS Rorschach. Which is my biggest problem with him, actually. In the graphic novel, Rorschach's speech bubbles changed when he was wearing the mask (wavy, implying the aforementioned growl) and when he wasn't (normal speech balloons). As my girlfriend told me when she read the book, this clearly shows the changes that occur in Kovacs's state of mind whenever he puts on that mask. JEH played Rorschach as Rorschach ALL THE TIME, whether wearing the mask or not. I guess that did work to a certain extent (because Chapter VI was shortened and included only the part about him not liking DR. Long for calling him "Walter" all the time), but that's just proof of the many things the comic book medium can do that film can't perfectly capture.

Patrick Wilson did a great job as Nite Owl, and I think he managed to capture the essence of the character (I got a very Ted Kord Blue Beetle vibe from him, and I think that's a very good thing). Not flabby enough, though. I don't really like his movie costume, although I understand why changes were made. SO IMPOTENT! Heh.

Matthew Goode was...hm. He was too skinny to convincingly play Ozymandias, but I think he did an okay job. (I can't stand his accent though. 'E was practcly eh Nazi.' WTF.) Fun fact: Ozymandias is my favorite character, and I hate how little depth he was given in this movie. It was like he was just there for people to hate. We get none of the suave, charming, almost saintly Ozymandias that made the pill so much harder to swallow (ohohoho, see what I did there?) in the graphic novel's conclusion. Instead we get a pompous jackass who looks like he needs to put on about a hundred more pounds. Seriously. Does anybody here actually buy that this pipsqueak can toss the Comedian through unbreakable windows and turn him into street pizza? No? I thought so.

Malin Akerman was easily the worst of the cast. I was literally cringing everytime she said something. I did not enjoy her performance. Wait, scratch that, I HATED her in the movie. God. Silk Spectre my ass - listening to her delivering lines felt like listening to fingernails on a chalkboard. Her mother, the first Silk Spectre, wasn't that good either - read the graphic novel and you'll see what I mean.

Billy Cruddup - well, once you get past expecting him to say "for everything else, there's MasterCard" in every scene he's in, you'll find that his voice was well-suited for the all-powerful Dr. Manhattan.

Moloch didn't seem very Moloch-y, Nite Owl I needed more screen time (and his death scene, good God), Dr. Long and the two Bernards (in their very short part near the end) looked exactly like their comic book counterparts.

One of my main problems with this movie is how everything seemed to be spoonfed to the audience. I'd like to politely differ from what appears to be the opinion of the majority of people I know: Watchmen the film is so NOT profound. For fuck's sake, the movie had just about as much subtlety as a rhinoceros rampaging through a glass house. The movie failed so badly at presenting the subplots in a manner that didn't scream CAPTAIN OBVIOUS. One of the best examples of this was how Dr. Manhattan had to flat-out say "The Comedian is [Laurie's] father." Well, thank you, Doc, for telling us that, because there was absolutely no way we could have made that connection in the film on our own (which is kinda true, actually - the way the whole Comedian-Spectres subplot was presented was just a ginormous clusterfuck of fail). Oh hey, Adrian's the bad guy! Wonderful, we suuuuuure didn't see that coming, because he was so likeable and charming because you gave him ample screen time, AND we didn't see his face while he was knocking the bajeezus out of the Comedian (Smell it? Sarcasm)!

Another problem is the lack of cohesiveness. Looking at the film as a film and disregarding any knowledge of the source material (read: pretend you didn't read the book), answer the following questions: Why didn't Rorschach retire? Why were superheroes outlawed? How were superheroes outlawed? Why did Rorschach send his journal to the New Frontiersman, of all places? What the hell is the New Frontiersman (in the film), anyway? Why was he even writing a journal? How on EARTH could the Comedian have figured out ANYTHING????? There wasn't a goddamn ISLAND for him to swim to and find a tentacled alien horror in (which wasn't in the movie to begin with)! He found out because "Nixon's been asking him to keep tabs" on the heroes? If so, then shouldn't Veidt have been afraid of the ENTIRE U.S. GOVERNMENT who probably, you know, KNEW EVERYTHING THE COMEDIAN KNEW? They WERE the ones who asked him to keep tabs on the heroes, right? Shouldn't he have targeted the government, then? And why DIDN'T the government know, anyway? What the hell is this? What happened to Captain Metropolis and Hooded Justice - where did they go? Why did Ozymandias have so many television sets (seriously, wouldn't that strike the average moviegoer as odd)? What the hell is Bubastis (and why is she even there? Ozymandias's research was no longer about genetics as in the comic - it was about renewable energy in the movie)?

Yet another gripe I have with the film is something I already mentioned - Ozymandias's lack of character depth. Seriously? This is supposed to be the world's smartest man? I wouldn't have known if he didn't say it about three times in the movie! His characterization is weak, especially in the "Watchmen" (by the way, they were called "Crimebusters" and not "Watchmen" and it was actually Captain Metropolis who recruited them) sequence. Movie Ozymandias is just what Malin Akerman said (emotionlessly, by the way) - an asshole, period. Not a smart asshole, not a devious asshole, just an asshole.

Now, about the ending - Ozymandias replicates Dr. Manhattan's energy signature, unleashes energy weapons across the world and kills 15 million people. Now THAT'S actually more convincing than a giant psychic squid that kills half of New York. However, it seemed so...forced. There is no emotional impact because the man-on-the-street aspect was underdeveloped. SEVERELY underdeveloped, if developed at all. Watchmen the graphic novel wasn't written to be just some run-of-the-mill superhero story, it SHOWED just how horrible people can be, and that we inflict all this bullshit on ourselves because of our greed, apathy and selfishness. Instead, what this movie focuses on is putting the "super" in "superheroes" - effectively killing the irony in the original book that Dr. Manhattan was, in fact, the only TRUE super-powered hero in that universe.

There were too many sex scenes! God. I KNOW that sex was prevalent in the book, but you'd think they could have cut the length of sex-scene-screen-time to make way for more significant elements from the book. Also, the Ozy vs OwlSchach fight in Antarctica was too long.

Profoundness? What profoundness? Can you honestly say that the movie made you think that maybe, just maybe, Adrian could be right? Because THAT would have been profound. If the movie made you think about Ozymandias as anything other than a villain, THAT would have been epic. Did it make you realize just how rotten and evil human beings can be? Did you have an epiphany about how people react with aggression and violence towards things they cannot understand?

I could go on all day, but I'll stop here, and tell you this. To say that this is the best possible way Watchmen could have been adapted is, for me, a gross underestimation of the powers of the medium of film. However, that is not to say that the film medium can adapt Watchmen perfectly. In fact, I firmly believe that Watchmen is the shining proof that the comics medium opens up a realm of possibilities that film can never hope to achieve (see Chapter V, Fearful Symmetry, one of the best chapters in the book). Alan Moore was right - you can't really film this thing as Watchmen. You just can't. You can only film it as Watchmen-based, or pseudo-Watchmen.

All we can do is thank Snyder for trying. This is not so much an adaptation as a re-interpretation. Actually, disregarding the fact that this was an adaptation, this movie, as a MOVIE, was not excellent. This was not very good. This was not even good. It was satisfactory, at best. And that's me being generous.

I waited so long for this movie, contradicting myself and my belief that Watchmen in its purest form is unfilmable. Guess I was right. There is no halfway.

There is no compromise. Hurm.

P.S. I LOVED the soundtrack. However, MCR's Desolation Row in the end was so inappropriate. Damn. Also, a BOYS folder on Ozymandias's computer. LOL

;_;

Tue, 10 Mar 2009 08:53:57 GMT

;_;

Quote of the day: WID WATCHMIN ISPOILERS

Tue, 10 Mar 2009 08:34:58 GMT

"ANG GALING NUNG WATCHMEN DIBA SI DR. RURSHAK YUNG KULAY BLUE DIBA, SYA YUNG WATCHMAN, TAPOS NAGKAROON NG AKSIDENTE TAPOS NAGKAHIWA-HIWALAY SIYA TAPOS NAGING BLUE SI RURSHAK, DIBA DIBA DIBA, TAPOS YUNG SIMBOL SA NOO NYA YUN YUNG WATCH [edit: I can't remember if this was Lukas or Marvin, but whatever] KAYA WATCHMAN ANG TAWAG SA KANYA DIBA" - Marvin Magallona Thank you Marvin. Seriously, thanks. I love it! (Note: For any of my dear readers who possibly didn't get the point of this post, read my earlier entry, "Who watched the Watchmen (today)?". And yes, Marvin here is being sarcastic and making fun of people who a) were too dumb to get past Dr. Manhattan's cock-exposure to appreciate the movie, and b) fit the character profile I made fun of in the post I just made a reference to. I'm elitist, sure, whatever. This is my fucking FAVORITE GRAPHIC NOVEL and I guess I'm just overprotective of it. Hell, "overprotective" is probably an understatement. High five, Marvin!)

GAH

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 11:20:29 GMT

GUSTO KO NANG MANOOD!

HOLY MANHATTAN-TRANFERRED CANCER!

Oh God I love campus politics

Sun, 22 Feb 2009 00:43:47 GMT

I at least know now who I'm voting for. :)

A happy, positive, cheerful post

Mon, 09 Feb 2009 11:50:34 GMT

Since I've promised to myself that I'll try to post more positive things in this blog, I'll try to make entirely happy posts tarting today, highlighting the good points of my day.

Get ready for some epic happiness...here it comes...

Wait for it...wait for iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...

I didn't get mauled by a dinosaur riding an airplane from Jupiter today. Oh happy day.

That's the only good thing that happened today.

HOO FUCKING RAY

"It's f*cking distracting...Ohhh...Gooooooood!"

Sat, 07 Feb 2009 11:25:06 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTihsJQHt48&NR=1

I cannot believe I just DANCED to this. Crazy hilarious shit.

NOTE: For those who want to know how this all started:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tLXVuy0h29c

tldl; Batman "fucking" loses "fucking" it on the "fucking" set. LOL

He'll kick you in the nutsacks from behind

Sat, 07 Feb 2009 06:47:24 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqh5O9LbjhY&feature=related

Old, I know, but...damn. I can't get the stupid song out of my head. Combined with the crappy effects...Good God, this is just so bad that it's good.

30 people meme from Racine. Why am I doing this. WHY.

Thu, 05 Feb 2009 13:47:10 GMT

Instructions:
* Next to each number, write the name of the person who fits the description.
* Answer one question with one name.
* Don't reveal the questions to anyone who isn't doing the meme.
Those who want to know what the questions are must do the meme on their own blogs.

1. Claire Pantoja
2. Flybhelle Arana
3. Chris Tiu (depends on a few things tho)
4. Mica Papa
5. Shaira Panela
6. Andrew Pe
7. Tinka Herrera
8. Job Duanan
9. Mica Papa
10. Racine Maniego
11. Mikko Selasora
12. Mica Papa
13. IA dela Cruz
14. Marlon Bungcayao
15. Deo Bayaca
16. Hasmin Dacanay
17. Andrew Pe
18. Edgar Villar
19. Reniel Maximo
20. Jerald Bautista
21. Tinka Herrera
22. Job Duanan
23. Liza Gaspar
24. Mica Papa
25. Wala?
26. Wala?
27. Mica Papa
28. Marvin Magallona (THE GODDAMN BATMAN)
29. Mica Papa
30. Thank you for keeping me sane and/or giving me headaches. I wonder how you perceive me.

I feel very bad for Gary Granada.

Sat, 31 Jan 2009 13:41:00 GMT

http://soundcloud.com/dosomethingworthwhile/gary-granada-vs-gma-kapuso

Acknowledgement to sir Azrael for bringing this to his Multiply contacts' attention.

Beautiful

Thu, 29 Jan 2009 15:57:19 GMT

Sitting in a chair, stomach aching uncontrollably, brain throbbing for some unknown reason, desperately looking for references for a draft, and looking forward to no sleep and the rest of the activities lined up this fine early early morning til 5AM, when I have to dress up for class at 7AM.

Goddamn.

You won't read this.

Mon, 26 Jan 2009 14:34:02 GMT

I'm through with all this baggage, it's time, isn't it? What do you think?

I think I can. And every time I stop believing, I'll go back and read this, and believe again.

I hardly get any of it.

Thu, 22 Jan 2009 08:45:43 GMT

Not from my classmates, not from my orgmates, not from my friends.

Oh yes, and do not EVER use the word "duh" when you are talking to me, because that PISSES me off. Somebody made the mistake of using it on me this afternoon, and now I am extremely pissed at that person.

Hahahaha nakakamiss mag-blog. Tae

Fri, 12 Dec 2008 13:48:17 GMT

Nakakainis. Pag inaaalala ko yung mga nangyari sa akin sa mga nakaraang araw, umiinit ulo ko. Hay. Ang masasabi ko lang, tangina nyo, Chinabank Megamall. Tangina nyo. Mga punyeta kayo, pag di ko nakuha 900 ko susuntukin ko kayo isa-isa.

Salamat nga pala kay Felise para sa Kikomachine vol. 4 at Another Kikiam Experience. Hay.

CRes batchmates, sobrang enjoy kanina sa Greenwich. Aira, sensya na sa regalo ko (kahit alam kong di mo to mababasa). Sana maenjoy mo pa rin, magagamit mo naman yun e, cute pa yun. Haha.

Mica, wala lang. Salamat sa pagpapalamig ng mainit na ulo ko. Grabe talaga yung kahapon.

Ulitin ko, tangina nyo Chinabank Megamall. In case di pa nagsisink-in. Punyeta.

AW SHIT

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 14:26:03 GMT

Bakit hindi ako nagpunta sa Marvels: Eye of the Camera comic book signing?????

I HATE myself!

Dammit! >_<

Guess what I got today...

Fri, 21 Nov 2008 12:09:21 GMT

Epic WIN.

Having trouble saying things out loud

Thu, 20 Nov 2008 10:44:13 GMT

For all my supposed "proficiency" in the English language, I have a REALLY difficult time pronouncing words. Blame it on a severe deficiency of cable television, or the fact that for about 16 years of my life I was surrounded by mainly Tagalog-speaking folk (not that I'm complaining, but still).

I remember how I got into an argument because I mispronounced "ginormous." I'm unsure as to how to pronounce "derisive" (deh-rih-siv? deh-rai-siv?). I used to be confused about buh-FET (smack!) and boo-FEY (*smacks lips*). Hell, I only found out last year that I'd been mispronouncing "continuity" for years. Good Lord.

Hah. Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis my ass, teach me how to pronounce "verisimilitude" and "onomatopoeia" properly.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

In other news: KOMIKON this Saturday @ Bahay ng Alumni, UP Diliman. See you guys there! The thing starts in the morning. I'll be manning the UP GRAIL (the most awesome org this side of geekdom) in UP. I'll be leaving by 1, though.

There are times in life when you're just left scratching your head...

Tue, 18 Nov 2008 12:36:19 GMT

...pondering the messes you've gotten yourself into and wondering how the fuck you're going to get out. And sometimes, it takes really good friends to point out just how stupid you're being, just to shock you into doing the right thing.