Currently my "sister from another mother" Tina is on her 8th hour of quitting smoking, its safe to say that it will reach at least the 16th hour after she goes to bed any minute now and wakes up at 9:00 am in the morning.

I remember the time when i quit smoking, i was a cold turkey when i bid adieu to the habit. Back in college i had this break from 10am - 3pm when all i'd do was to sit on a bench surrounded by smokers until one day i decided that i'd smoke as well so as not to be the fucker that gets all the second hand smoke.

I'd smoke when i'm only at school, i was lucky not to be pulled deeper into that habit unlike my father who eventually smoked himself to death by consuming 3 packs a day.

So when i finally gave up smoking, there was no agony at all, i never counted hours, days and weeks, no sweating profusely and twiddling my thumbs that ever happened. I was that lucky i was able to become a cold turkey.

Just like Sickboy in Trainspotting who could easily give up drug use just to piss Renton, i'd given up smoking just like that and haven't puffed one stick ever since.

So, Tina - you can do it...i know you're struggling with trying to quit smoking, its not about living a long life, its about feeling good about yourself, just knowing that you can kick an ugly habit (pardon to hardcore smokers out there) without ever relapsing. It's a test of will and patience and of course enduring the inconvenience of missing something that already became a part of your everyday life.

Well, easy for me to say, I'm a cold turkey hehehe

Finally, I now have a DSLR - a spanking brand new Nikon D60 from Hidalgo Street at Quiapo. I bought it at a much cheaper price compared to the ones being sold at the malls.

I had to brush up on my aperture/shutter speed/ISO knowledge though, because I don't want to rely on the automatic mode, I want to come up with pictures that conveys lots of effects, vivid colors and rich textures aside from sharper images as well, by doing everything in manual.

I'm currently reading the manual booklet to familiarize myself with the set of buttons and controls of this DSLR.

I'm so excited to take pictures using this camera. But hey don't worry I'll use both this and my Holga camera on my next out of town trip. I wanted to take pictures of different places here in the Philippines and write corresponding travel journal entries as well, I'm hoping i could someday make a book out of it.

In the meantime, its a hobby that i'm definitely planning to enjoy.

In a destrutive performance and a brutal knockout of courageus David Diaz in the 9th round. Manny Pacquiao not only made history as being the first Asian and only the 9th boxer in history to win world titles in 4 weight divisions. Manny Pacquiao brings a much needed boost to our country beset by endless spate of bad news.

Hats off to David Diaz, who was a gentleman off the ring, the reason why instead of jumping into a wild celebration after knocking Diaz in the 9th round, Manny Pacquiao even attempted to help the Mexican and Chicago Native as a gesture of respect on his fallen opponent.

Who's next? There's talk of fighting Ricky "The Hitman" Hatton at 140 lbs. With the power displayed by Manny in the 135 lbs., the idea seems to be highly possible that a fight with Hatton at 140 lbs wills still give Manny a lot of chances at winning.

Again, congratulations to Manny Pacquiao. Good thing GMA didn't watched at ringside. It might have jinxed Manny if she did.

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"Pacquiao got the surprise of his life after the match when the NBA champions Boston Celtics visited him at the dugout. Pacquiao had predicted the Celtics to win in six games and the world champions repaid that faith by watching the match and cheering for him.

"I'm his No. 1 fan," Kevin Garnett, standing beside Pacquiao, said.

With Garnett were Paul Pierce and Ray Allen, two members of the Big Three, and the likes of Rajon Rondo and Sam Cassell."

I don't know, but to me multiply is not just an online networking website. It's like a community to me, the real community wherein each multiply page is like a house built on a street, others serves as our neighbors whom we've gotten to know and become close friends with.

Others whom we haven't met are just there existing waiting for us to notice them, sadly sometimes a few of them meets an untimely demise. While it is correct that people die everyday, to the thousands in fact, to calamities, natural causes and even senseless crimes. Still when one of us here dies, we feel a sense of loss as well. Like a neighbor who passed away, we make it a point to visit their site and try to pay respects.

I have a multiply friend before who was brutally murdered in 2005. Her name was Sharon or fondly called as Shang. She likes to comment on my old multiply page and sometimes we would chat at YM. One day while watching the news i was shocked to see her picture atop a coffin and a corresponding news reporst stated that she was indeed killed after being abducted.

Another person, a photographer also a multiply user died at gunpoint in January last year, he's not in my contact list but to this day his multiply page serves as his memorial.

Last month a 17 year old girl, among my contact also died from Pneumonia, although she's connected to me, i dont know her personally, but i feel sorry for her untimely demise.

This time another multiplier died during a river crossing in Pundaquit over the weekend during typhoon Frank's onslaught, I dont know him but again, i feel sad for his family and friends.

It's amazing how our personal sites can also serve as a memorial to us, as a reminder that we existed once and that other people, friends and strangers alike will appreciate what we've done in this seemingly constricted space reserved for our thoughts and even some of the passions that we have developed in our life.

Some of them may have died young, too early for most, but surely they not only left an imprint in the internet, its not only a blog that will remain to be not updated, they also left us memories and became a part of our existence. Shang was my friend online, and most definitely she would have been a friend of mine in real life if not for the tragic fate that she met 3 years ago.

Same with one of my online buddies who died of Pneumonia a month ago, same with the photographer who died at gunpoint at the hand of robbers, same with the mountaineer named Thaddeus whose body was found on his 32nd birthday. They all left a reminder of how they lived their life. They never harmed anyone, yet fate was kind of harsh to them, but still, they are part of our community and for that, even though we've accustomed to people dying everyday, we feel sadness everytime we find out that a fellow multiplier meet a sudden demise although mis-timed and without reason for ordinary human beings like us can comprehend God can only explain why?....

Seems like I'm starting to adjust working at night. I can now sleep from 6:00 AM - 12:00PM, a good 6 hours of slumber which is enough for me to replenish energy and go fighting. Oh now I'm talking "Mob Wars", anyway, the week seems to go much faster, time at night seems to pass more fluidly compared to daytime. Before you know it, it's 4:00 AM already and it's time to pack up and head home.

Commuting seems quicker as well, as jeepney drivers during 4:30AM have more freedom on the road and can drive like a madman during those times. You just need to hold tight though. Just yesterday morning we passed a blue Mitsubishi car that hit a parked MMDA truck, the driver was okay though except for a bloody gash on his forehead.

Probably fell asleep behind the wheel. I've experienced that as well, during the days when driving a car seems like a good idea, the time when unleaded gas was only 15.50 pesos per liter ($20.00 per barrell). When i still had my driver's license (running a red light got my license confiscated), and i've never redeemed it since.

My day looks like this, 6:00AM when most people would just start their day, its my cue to hit the sack. I'll wake up about 9:00AM to eat breakfast, go back to bed at 10:00 AM and wake up at 12:00 noon, just in time for lunch and Eat Bulaga.

Chat a bit online with friends. Then read a book, make sure I read at least 100 pages a day so i'd be able to finish a book in 3 days, that way I'll minimize my backlog books, which is now in its high 50's.

Then 6:00PM i'll hit the road for work and arrive at the office at 8:00PM and try to stay awake till 4:00AM.

It's robotic but who cares, even porn stars live a robotic kind of life. even party goers live a robotic kind of life, even the Embassy people live a robotic kind of life, the Gucci gang, the despots, politicians, wanderers alike, we all live a robotic kind of life.

I'm even accustomed to voice messages on the phone (if you're calling for...press one, press two and so on), sometimes i mistake them for live human beings.

In fact I feel like a robot now, R2D2 where are you?...


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Looking forward to the next out of town trip with friends (hopefully with a DSLR- a Nikon D60 to boot)

Feels great just lying on my bed with a mug of hot Milo by the bedside table with strong winds and rains wrecking havoc outside my window. Good thing the electricity is back, for much of Metro Manila it's still out. I'm currently on break from reading Paul Auster's "New York Trilogy" so far in the first story "City of Glass" i've learned about man's previous obsession with experimenting in discovering Man's true language.

This involves setting in isolation an unborn child and keeping him out of earshot of anybody speaking. There's this one instance in ancient Egypt, an Egyptian Pharaoh named Psamtik ordered the isolation of two infants and commanded his servants taking care of them not to utter a word in the presence of the two babies, according to Herodotus the babies did in fact learned to speak by themselves uttering the Phrygian word for bread.

Interesting things really do come up with reading a book, either its fiction or non-fiction. Now I have another topic to search on google and try to research more about Man's natural language, same way as animals in the wild have their own.

Anyway, rain is still pouring heavily outside and the wind blowing against my window keeps on getting stronger that sometimes i wonder if it'll break my glass window to pieces. I just had my third hot Milo mug beside me while I'm typing this blog. I just updated my Mob Wars and I'll be back to reading again.

Hope this typhoon weakens soon. I heard about the ferry boat that capsized, sad news indeed :(

Keep safe and stay home for once. Be homebound in this rainy weekend, go grab a book and delight in your reading.

My friend Don came up with the name for what we are planning as a semi-bizness, that is after we bought our own DSLR's. Figured we might as well earn some cheap money from it, charge less, take advantage of free wedding buffet and take photos of the bride and the groom with ratios of 25% of the bride, 25% of the bridesmaids, 5% of the groom, 20% both bride and groom (groom being out of focus) and the rest are pictures of the guests.

Kidding! of course we'd try to make it look like a kick ass set. Different concepts though, down and dirty pre-nuptial photo sets, not the traditional bride and groom trying to be cute in front of the camera. Concepts like post-apocalyptic wedding, nuclear missile aftermath, old skul 70's and hippie 60's.

Well, all of this are just plans as of the moment. To think that we planned having a laundry bizness in the past before. Me, Don and Jacobsladder, we even scouted locations at University belt to try and cater to the laundry needs of students living in boarding schools in that area...

Plan did not materialize though as Industrial Washing Machines cost about 50K.

But this time, we'd like to give this idea a shot. Since we're frustrated photographers we'd make experiments of newlyweds and their smiling guests. Of course, wedding buffet lits up my appetite all the time.

First things first. I need to save up on a DSLR first.

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Anal-ment Wedding Coverage package also includes video coverage and a detailed blog story on my multiply page complete with pictures.

It is a clear sign that morality has hit an all time low when mothers starts throwing their babies out of condominium rooftops and speeding taxicabs. Which is exactly what happened the other day in a span of 5 hours in two different incidents in Manila.

"Teenage mother throws out baby from taxicab window
By Tina Santos
Philippine Daily Inquirer
First Posted 00:56:00 06/19/2008

MANILA, Philippines – Barely five hours after a newborn baby girl was allegedly thrown out of the window of a condominium unit in Binondo, Manila, Tuesday morning, another newborn baby girl was seriously injured after she was allegedly dropped from a taxi cab by her teenage mother in Paco."

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Responsible parenthood seems to escape a lot of people. During the old days people would sire as many children and abandon them, now! a few of them seems intent on killing their babies as well.

Shrinks have a term on these condition. Brook Shields once admitted on National Television that she entertained thoughts of drowning her new born baby in a bathtub.

I'm not sure if its called "Postpartum depression", but its a real mental disorder that affects new mothers. That's why responsible parenthood does not only start with the mother, the responsibility should also spread to the Father, the relatives and close friends of the mother.

Now, I don't know personally the two mothers involved in this senseless baby throwing incident. But as much as they have blood on their hands, these are shared as well by their husbands/boyfriends or whomever who got them pregnant in the first place and their family members as well.

All of a sudden as our society gets fragmented on all sides in pursuit of individual goals, the family unit is being washed away into a solitary membership. Sometimes even in your own family, its "each man for himself"

And as these trend continues, more and more tragic incidents like this will continue in years to come and the most innocent newborn and even unborn babies will pay for what our society have become.

And yes, there should be a death penalty impose on Mothers who kills their own child.

And castration to irresponsible Fathers. (who oftens impregnate a woman just to brag something to their friends)

"You look like a Taliban" My mom told me the other day. My beard has remain unshaved since March (i think) and i had no plans of getting rid of it for the next 4-5 months. I thought i had it long already then i saw our company VP from the states, man, his was like a mini version of ZZ Top kind of beard.

I wonder when will i had that kind of beard. Probably not for another year. It's going to be a personal goal for myself, that if i had to shave my beard, i'd shave up all of my personal issues as well. Right now I'm still in the identifying stage.

My partial list so far ends at number 45. More to come as i foresee it and with some friends making additional inputs, its bound to hit the hundred mark. In an NBA game that means free tacos for everyone, for myself that means shit I'm toast.

I wanted to start anew with regards to what i wanted. Even i pisses at myself on a regular basis. Why can't i just take life lightly. Why do i need to be distraught at any sign of inconsistensies while laughing at it at the same time thus sending a message to other people such as my mother that i'm not serious with my life.

Maybe I'm not, maybe i still haven't had that major failure because i haven't tried on taking a shot at my goals. I often mistook that goals usually corresponds with making more money like everyone around me partaking in their own rat race.

But personal goals shouldn't be merely based on annual earnings. To celebrate that cloud of thought I'd list down some of my goals for myself. As shallow as it is. (well it also includes making some amount of money hehe)

1. Have a child in the next 3 years (that means i should have a gf this year, hi Jem!)
2. Visit the Genocide Museum in Cambodia (plus Ankor Wat)
3. Indulge in Photography more.(that means a kick ass DSLR)
4. Learn a kick ass graphic software
5. Travel around the Philippines
6. Don't get fired or if ever have a continous employment
7. Earn enough money to be able to afford the first 6 goals on my list
8. Grow my beard longer
9. Try to come up with 2 more goals
10. refer to number 9


I can't even fill a top 10 list of goals.

It's better not to try and over-do making sense of it all. Just let it be. Most of the times, the most fun are the one you don't really expect. So I'm not making a timetable for my beard as to when I'll shave it all, i'd just let it grow until one day, who knows I might just start shaving it all and thus getting rid of all my inner demons as well.

"When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"FEED YOUR HEAD" - Jefferson Airplane

Walking in earnest under neon lights of streets about to be eaten alive by daylight. The last remnants of darkness are creeping away like a stench in a truck filled with trash. The smell of decay, pissed off world and the loitering street bedfellows who turns the whole city as their palace. Sleep here and there, frolick there and here, almost unrecognizable and unnoticed in their darkened faces and rumshackled features.

The bumpy ride home was good, sleep was not an option you need to see through it, the blurred images of Metropolitan Theater, almost forgotten and the towering post office building, with in this day and age of emails, electronic communication devices, YM's, a handwritten mail is almost as scarce as the world's endangered species.

Passing through Avenida, closed establishments and drunks walking along, women in skimpy skirts going home from a hard night job, their own version of "just another day at the office" of needling with horny men and downing ladies drink, which in reality is just a bottle of beer worth 7 times its price.

I remember when i was working in a fastfood joint back in college, payday we went to this pub, the mama-san signaled me for a lady companion, i agreed, 3 hours later and she consumed 5 ladies drink at 150.00 apiece. That cost me 750.00 plus the ones i consumed. I went home broke as my salary for my fastfood gig was just a little over a thousand bucks.

I was happy though. Those are the ones that i try to look back to and realizing one can never be down and out. Just the way and manner in which i see the world every freaking 4:30 AM, just as the sun was about to show up and the night to fold away, waiting again for another 12 hours to show us the darkness.

I feel alive just by virtue of understanding that while i struggle to keep awake, i am struggling at the same time to timid my life into a basic sense of the world which i exist in. It is never boring, never tireless as there are a million things to suit my interest, my ever watching eyes, my mind to prowl upon and try to make sense in all umbiquotous madness and orgasms alike.

I'm living just enough to kickstart my life with a kick on my head while I'm lying dead cold on the pavement.

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I read a group email from my former team leader at my previous job. He wrote to everyone about what happened to one of our former workmate. It was heartbreaking just reading his description of what our former workmate is enduring right now.

Our former workmate has been confined at the Makati hospital for a week now, with tubes inserted all over his body helping him feed. He can barely whisper, cannot eat solid food. I'm not close to him but i know that he's had some health problems in the past. I'm not sure what exact health problems though, but i remember him being confined before but not as worst like this time.

He likes to collect action figures and comic books as well, i wished i''d talk to him more and share his hobby because i collect comic books as well. All i can do now is pray for his recovery. I'm just conditioning my mind that the scene described by my former team leader in his email was just an ordinardy sight inside the hospital and after a few days patients undergoing tubes being inserted in their body will become healthy once again.

All of a sudden, all of my problems seems insignificant now compared to what my former colleague at work is facing right now.

Even if you don't know him, please include him in your prayers.

"Definitions of bedlam on the Web:

chaos: a state of extreme confusion and disorder

pejorative terms for an insane asylum"

Just when I thought I've figured everything out. Something comes in and makes it a pleasant chaos. I just love being in bedlam once again. It means I'm alive, it means i'm worried about something/someone and yearning for that thing/someone/or even a DSLR.

I should be in an asylum without the straight-jacket, the old maid nurses, the 3 o'clock pill to put me to sleep for 14 hours and the sense of humor-lacking doctors. No medications just a shot of whiskey and 2 bottles of San Mig Light and a book of my choice (My top 3, Kerouac, Vonnegut and Palahniuk).

"Kristina Hamdorf: haha
Kristina Hamdorf: i think it wouldn't hurt anyone to be in an asylum
Kristina Hamdorf: for a little while"


Before i used to get pissed at the smallest inconvenience, now it's like "bring on the sad background music", the moving busses, blurred trains and people walking in sidewalks in fast forward motion with the clouds hovering above by five times faster with the sun being replaced by the moon in no time at all. It's a blistering pace, non are being wasted while in confusion my life springs eternal. (I don't know if somebody said that already).

Against lazy neon street lights and a weary tired eyes of mine, struggling to keep awake on the way home from work just thinking about your beautiful face makes the thought of sleep just a mere afterthought.

Yes, it feels like bedlam but you make it perfectly alright.

Start:

Lead character sitting inside a half empty LRT train (probably 5:45am), looking out the window, opening credits starts to roll along the images of Luneta Park, Nagtahan river, Featti University, abandoned buildings of Avenida (with a kick ass opening soundtrack)...ending up when the lead character walks down at Monumento station and getting lost in the rush hour crowd.

End:

At a concert, tipong smaller version of Woodstock, overnight concert with a band playing at about 5:45 am, only a few people are left watching the show, some of them are burning tires, throwing monoblock chairs in the air, displaying devilish laughters while rioting on the mosh pit. The band is playing Ex President's Combo's "Slowly Dying"


The camera pans to the lead character sitting on the steel railings of Nagtahan Bridge contemplating suicide while other characters are shown quickly with one ending up in a drug facility, one girl in the airport lounge (the love interest of the suicidal lead character), another one celebrating his first job wearing a bussiness attire (he used to dressed up like a grunge rocker), one of the villain is being chased by cops...the father of the lead character attending an alcoholics anonymous meeting...another character is shown applying for a call center job (she used to be an english speaking GRO)...and back to the lead character who throws his beer bottle into the Nagtahan River, standing up...

"The End"

The viewers are left to decide if the lead character jumped into the Nagtahan River or if he decided to go on with his life.

Answer will be shown after the closing credits. (so it pays to wait for the whole closing credits to get done before going out to the CR hey?)

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Now what about the other 90%? hehe...will work on that one. Right now all i've got are the start and the end.

Hmmm...

Who wants to join my Mob?

Lotski asked me to join her Mob and last night i did, now i can't help but to update it every couple of hours. Doing dirty jobs as robbing a convenient store, mugging and even drug dealing (i've already got a Ford Crown and an AK-47).

My Mob Wars' name is "Kenny Kengkoy" some names of my fellow Mob are "Corny Corleone" (Lot), "Baby Legs" (Tina), "Raging Bison" (Aimee).

Anyway last night was my first night back in the graveyard shift. I've slept well i think today, 5:30 AM - 9:30 AM, then took another nap at 12:00PM - 3:00PM for a total of 7 hours, which is enough for me already.

I've to go now, got to pay my respect to the Godfather and hopefully he won't ask me to whack somebody because i just killed three rival Mobster in an alleyway in Binondo yesterday. Yes it was a bloody mess, reminiscent of the restaurant scene in the original "Godfather" movie where Al Pacino as Micheal Corleone blasted three people in revenge for the attempt on his father's life (Marlon Brando)

Of course, it's all in my head. Mob Wars and the Mob killings i mean.

Actually tomorrow night I'm just singing a Rancid song.

8:00 PM - 4:00 AM, Karl (Metalboy) if you think your shift is late, mine stretches to the wee hours in the morning more hehe. I'll be sharing happy joyride with girls coming from work in the pub houses as well as the occasional thieves too.

I've experienced the graveyard shift before at my previous job for two months. I remember during my one hour break i'd doze of at the dark lobby of the building where there's a sofa, i'd sleep there without worrying about reported ghost apparitions. I was that tired all the time that i don't find any time to fear freaking ghosts.

But the week seems to come faster, imagine going to work on Monday, then going home Tuesday, then going back to work on Tuesday then going home Wednesday morning and so on.

Plus, me and my batchmates have gotten a pay increase at work this week. Great news indeed.

Other things i've been planning is to enroll myself at MicroCADD, to study Autocad and other rendering, graphics software just to have some additional computer skills, just in case something blossoms and i decided to move temporarily to Singapore and try to find a job there at the same time be closer to someone working there already. (naks serious na ba to?)

So tomorrow, I'll be online at night, less YM chatmates, with the exeption of those insomniacs out there. (like Lotski and sometimes Kristina).

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My mom celebrated her 66th birthday the other day (May 30). I did the math, I'm 28 and so 66 minus 28 = 38. So she had me when she was 38 years old. I barely beat her biological clock.

I want to have a baby in the next two years. So my firstborn will reach 10 years old when I'm about 38 or 40 years old, still young enough for me to take him/her to a camping trip to Mt. Banahaw.

I miss hiking in the woods. Calling Jacobsladder (touched down at NAIA on May 31 from Dubai), I'm expecting your text or call one of these days. You're probably resting right now in Marinduque or Sampaloc, Manila.

Looking forward to seeing you again punk boy.

Goodnight everyone, goodnight Jem

In the NBA Finals. Who would have thought about it last year hey?

When the Celtics have the worst record in the NBA and Kobe Bryant is pissed at the lack of support from his teammates (which includes a video footage of him lashing out at youngster Andrew Bynum), demanding a trade and just being a spoiled Kobe.

What a difference a year makes and of course a few trades that shook up the entire NBA. First the Kevin Garnett trade, the Ray Allen trade and the lopsided Lakers trade for Pau Gasol. Not to mention an MVP caliber season from Kobe Bryant which cemented his title as the world's best basketball player.

End Result = Lakers going up against the Celtics in the NBA Finals.

It's like the old times again, Larry Bird's Celtics going up against Magic Johnson's Lakers, the Kevin Mchale clothesline on Kurt Rambis, Kareem Abdul Jabbar battling Robert Parish under the boards, the Magic Johnson's game winning hookshot by the free throw line, the Bird assist to Dennis Johnson for another game winning shot.

Boston winning in 1984, Lakers winning the duel in 1985. Those are classic Finals duel in the history of the NBA and today's generation will witness yet another Lakers-Celtics rivalry.

So what team do you think will win in this year's NBA Finals?

I'm staring at a long distance thing. My last became a long distance as well. Philippines to London. This time, much nearer Philippines to Singapore and no visa required to hop a plane to this Merlion country.

I have two advantages going for me; one are the lessons i learned in my previous long distance "yun na", second: i'll have a chance to go there and visit anytime provided i save up for it. Which at this age of budget airlines, ordinary blokes like me can possibly afford.

Well, we haven't personally met yet, she met my two friends already though. Mark who works in Singapore gives her a passing grade, Don who went to Singapore earlier this month for a business trip gave her "two thumbs up".

"pare okay" and he's not only talking about the Physical traits, but the character as well.

I know and already met her sister here.

So the agenda was to take things slow as she suggested and try to get to know each other more. Save up for the Singapore trip and bahala na si Batman!...

LDR? I think I have to lessen my flirting online right now....


A successful LDR and a brand new DSLR...alright!

Add to my personal Fight Club rules:

Do not text your friends with movie spoilers, even if you just made it all up.

A few of them got pissed at me last night when i texted them something like "SATC spoiler:namatay sa huli si Mr.Big".

One replied with:

"do not ever do that again?"
"alin"
"texting movie spoilers"

Jane replied back with:
"tangina susunugin kita pag nakita kita"

Carrie replied with:
"Awwwww bat mo sinabi sa akin awwwww sad, wait Marky did you watched a chick flick"

Of course i did not, I will never watch that movie hehe.

Lot replied with
"di ako nanunuod ng ganyang movie"

It was just a made up spoiler, but i understand the varried reactions of people when somebody spilled out a movie spoiler.

Just imagine sitting in the moviehouse when "Sixth Sense" was showing and the movie has just started and somebody starts yelling "patay na character ni Bruce Willis jan, isa na syang ghost pinatay sya ni Donnie Wahlberg sa simula"

I'd be very pissed as well, because I remember that movie has one of the best twist endings that i can remember, i recall being surprised upon finding out that the character of Bruce Willis was already dead. It was the movie that brought fame to M. Night Shyamalan.

Another movie ending that i like was of course, "Fight Club" who would have thought that Tyler Durden was just the alter ego of Edward Norton's character. Chuck Palahniuk is a brilliant writer same like David Fincher as a filmmaker.

So I understand also the violent reaction of those lining up for the movie "Star Wars" when Homer Simpson walks out of the cinema telling Marge within earshot of everyone "Doooapp who would have thought that Luke Skywalker is the son of Darth Vader"

So next time you tell your friends a movie spoiler, make sure it's not a real spoiler.

But what if Mr. Big really died in the movie "Sex and the City". I'm freaking toast hahahaha.


( I am having a hard time recollecting movie titles right now, feel free to add movie titles that surprised you with its ending )

Oh I remember one, "The Usual Suspects"

What else?

One way of getting rid of pesky Citibank credit card collectors is to divert their calls to another number. Once i diverted it to Pizza Hut delivery 911-11-11, but i think everytime they get diverted to that number it costs me some load because its a landline. So i diverted them to my friend Don's number.

the other day Don YM'ed me

Don: urat ka
me: saan?
Don: Citibank tumawag sa akin ang kulet
me: anu sabi?
Don: sabi ko hindi kita kilala, sabi tingnan ko daw phonebook ko kng andun pangalan mo
me: ung boses bading?
Don: oo mukhang urat na ung bading
me: yun ung nanakot sa akin dati na pupunta raw sa office para singilin ako
Don: ang kulet pare. ayaw pa ibaba.

I've cancelled the call divert (methinks) to save Don from getting more calls from Citibank. The problem is my phone is busted, it has no speaker volume so I can't hear people's voices when they are calling me. So everytime Citibank collectors will call me i'd just talk in random even without hearing anything.

One time, Citibank called me.

Me: hello, sino to?
(of course i can't hear shit)
Me: oh, hi honey, pauwi na ako, nasa LRT na ako...anu ulam?
(of couse i still can't hear shit, i wonder about their reaction)
Me: wow kare-kare yum yum...mwah
(this time i wished i can hear their voice on the other end)

So that explains why they are uber pissed at me. Sometimes i'd look at my phone and see 10 missed calls, all from Citibank, I think the agents there are doing tag team on me. I do pay my monthly bills to Citibank, but what i don't understand is why they are charging me half of my total bill, it should be a small percentage and they keep racking up finance charges, late fee charges, insurance charges etc. (typical bank style)

Getting and using a credit card was a big mistake. You all been warned by me.

Still, if you're pissed at Credit card collectors, there's a feature on our cellphones called "Call Divert"

Divert their calls to someone, a friend who won't get mad but instead get a blast by pissing them off back or a random number :P or Pizza Hut delivery. Just imagine the scenario:

Citibank Collector: Hello
Pizza Hut call center agent: Pizza Hut Delivery good morning sir
Citibank Collector: can i speak to Mark?
Pizza Hut call center agent: what's your number sir?
Citibank Collector: is this Mark? sir your outstanding balance is way past overdue with additional delay fees
Pizza Hut call center agent: come again sir? did you say Manager's choice Pizza?
Citibank Collector: Pizza? err i said fees
Pizza Hut call center agent: oh with extra cheese toppings?
Citibank Collector: Is this Mark?
Pizza Hut call center agent:  no this is Stephen how may i help you sir?
Citibank Collector: Im calling Mark's cellphone
Pizza Hut call center agent:  this is Pizza Hut delivery 911-11-11 sir...

and so on!

Some people only remember you when they are in deep shit. Now that it's your turn to sit in deep shit, close to drowning, nobody gives a fuck. Worst of it all, you become an annoyance, like a fly who keeps buzzing around a cone of ice cream mistaking that the chocolate flavored cookies and cream, sugar infested desert is a mountain of dog poop.

In a desperate bid to gain their attention you bark on and on and on until you realize later that indeed you have become an annoying person! that even yourself has grown tired of.

And you end up with an attitude of what the hell? and a devil may care, who cares, abandon ship types of gung ho mentality. That in being pissed at their desertion you push buttons like a mad North Korean General trying to launch a thousand nuclear missiles into South Korea.

Your friends, eventually becomes infuriated and abandon you more, it's like you have given them reasons to jump ship and leave you behind. In the end it's all your fault and no one else.

Such as the story of your life!

In the end you light up a stick of marijuana and ended up laughing your ass off.

There goes, problem solved.

Some people = in reality are "all people living in this world today", do i hear the song "Imagine" reverberating in my head?

I'm wrong, let me rephrase it again.

Some people are just some people. My friends are not included in those so called "some people" I'm very, very glad for the friends i've got.

Some people does not have a place in my circle of friends. Those who are IN, but exhibits traits of the so called "some people" are deported out of that circle faster than a speeding 16 wheeler truck traveling along McArthur H-way in the wee hours of the morning.

Some isn't much. I'm confused. But why am i writing this blog?


Maybe i belong to that "some people" or maybe not. Either way i need a reality check and look myself in the mirror. (not to check for pimples or blackheads you dimwit)