Thursday, December 30, 2004

Tibibord's Music Video Alphabet 3

To cap the year I'm going to complete my all-time favorites list.

S - "Sweetest Thing" by U2. The most elaborate public apology ever filmed. Like Bono, the video is so radical it has its own stand on the divisive political issues of the day. And I recently decided the Boyzone cameo was necessary. Runners-up: "She's The One" (Robbie Williams proves The Cutting Edge is 96 minutes too long); "Save Tonight" (Eagle-Eye Cherry proves Alanis Morissette's multiple personality disorder is catching); and "Sour Girl" (Stone Temple Pilots' Scott Weiland proves only Robert Smith looks good in guyliner).

T - "Torn" by Natalie Imbruglia. A cutie from Down Under sings while the set is torn down around her. How's that for song interpretation? Runner-up: "Try Again" by Aaliyah. A cutie who's now six feet under gets an assist from Jet Li.

U - "Unpretty" by TLC. Left Eye looks so cute signing no one would guess she once burned a boyfriend's house down. Minus points for the graphic depiction of breast implant surgery, though. Runner-up: "Under The Bridge" by Red Hot Chili Peppers. Not very creative but you can amuse yourself guessing who among the people Anthony Kiedis passes on the street are Filipinos.

V - "Virtual Insanity" by Jamiroquai. Jay Kay's got the few remaining slick moves outside of Usher videos. And for the last time, kids, it's the walls that are moving. Runner-up: "Vindicated" by Dashboard Confessional. The comic book effect has been done before but here it's well-executed.

W - "Wishful Thinking" by Duncan Sheik. One can never go wrong with Gwyneth Paltrow clips. I wonder why her husband hasn't featured her in his band's videos? Make Trade Fair would photograph well on her cheekbone. Runner-up: "Weather Report" by Cynthia Alexander. Aren't her ears cute?

X - __________. Knock yourselves out.

Y - "Yellow" by Coldplay. Simple pero rock.

Z - "Zephyr Song, The" by Red Hot Chili Peppers. I had to put it this in—it shows you how the world would look like if you drop acid. It is also possible this video triggers epileptic seizures.

Friday, December 24, 2004

Edu, Was That You?

I went to Riverbanks last night to get some DVDs for a friend. As I was paying for my purchases, there was a commotion. Someone shouted, "Raid! Raid!" The DVD vendors packed their stalls immediately. Buyers and sellers alike scurried away carrying their pirated merchandise. I didn't stay to check if Edu Manzano himself arrived. As soon as I heard Raid! I got the hell out of Dodge. Better safe than sorry. Too bad the DVD vendors don't display the discs at their stalls. Had that been the case I could—and would—have grabbed a handful amidst the commotion.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004


I received a big surprise when I got home earlier—I'm locked out of the house! The neighbors said my landlords went to a relative's wake. They didn't say what time they'll be back. So now I'm killing time at an Internet cafe. What will I do in case they aren't back within the next few hours?

Monday, December 20, 2004

Breaking News

It turns the recent shooting in Ateneo arose from an argument over the dress code for construction workers. The suspect, a security guard, scolded the victim for wearing slippers. One thing led to another and the poor construction worker is dead. As reported in The Guidon, there are a lot of conflicting statements about the case—whether it was the first altercation between the parties, whether armed co-workers of the victim chased the suspect, whether the guard escaped on foot, et cetera. I hope justice is served in this case. Any death is a tragedy, no matter who's involved.

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Eventful Saturday

We went shooting at the Philippine Army range in Fort Bonifacio. It was so much fun we kept at it until early afternoon. It was a busy day at the range. There were at least three other groups shooting. Our party of six fired close to four hundred bullets. When we finally left my nape was sunburned, my right forearm was throbbing, and my trigger finger was sore. But it was worth it. Camille's dad oriented us at the start of the shoot. J, Camille, and Cybs didn't need it, but I did. It helped to have a great instructor behind me pointing out what I was doing wrong each shot. My stance sucked but I think I did okay. I tried only the 9mm. Maybe next time I can shoot the .45 caliber. Hint, hint. After a big lunch at Aycee, J and I went to Power-Up in Pasig and watched the finals of a wall climbing competition. Now that is a difficult sport. I think I grew calluses just watching the climbers.

Saturday, December 18, 2004

Turkey Shoot

I'm at J's house. We have a gun shoot in Fort Bonifacio in a few hours with Camille, her dad, her sister Cybs, and Cybs' friends. I arrived a few minutes ago. I haven't had any sleep—I went to bed at 11 p.m. last night but didn't sleep a wink. That's how excited I am. At 4:30 this morning I decided to get out of bed lest I fall asleep and miss the shoot. I hope I don't fall asleep at the range and shoot myself in the foot or something.

Friday, December 17, 2004

Tibibord's Music Video Alphabet 2

Here is the middle of my music video alphabet.

J - "Jeremy" by Pearl Jam. This video isn't advisable for very young audiences. Jeremy is one disturbed kid who likes hanging out in the forest and has an annoying habit of bringing pistols to school even when it's not Show and Tell Day. Nobody knows why, but Eddie Vedder rolls his eyeballs back into his head like the Undertaker a lot.

k - "Karma Police" by Radiohead. A neat little revenge narrative shot from the point of view of a car driver who's trying to run down someone. I pity the actor who plays the victim because of all the running he had to do. But at least his character exacts payback in the end. A cerebral video from a band that lives a month ahead of the curve.

L - "Learn To Fly" by Foo Fighters. Alanis Morissette's multiple personality disorder is really catching. The action takes place on an airline flight that puts the high in mile-high. Jack Black and Kyle Gass from Tenacious D, make scene-stealing appearances. Dave Grohl would later on return the favor. Runner-up: "Loser" by Beck. All the Spanish I needed to know I learned from this song. Say it with me: Soy un perdidor...

M - "Mr. Jones" by Counting Crows. Vocalist Adam Duritz is a kindred spirit—when I have one too many I dance the exact same way, haha. Props to him for getting away with that fringed jacket and for keeping his dreads. Runner-up: "Ms. Jackson" by Outkast. Breakthrough hit from Atlanta's Big Boi and Andre. The first in a looong line of stank-tastic videos.

N - "No Rain" by Blind Melon. Tap dance routine, check. Bumblebee costume, check. Geek glasses, yep. Yellow tutus, sure. Frolickers in the field, check. Did I miss anything? Once my mother caught me singing along to this video. Aba, kumakanta ka pala? she said. That shut me up. Runnerup: "N 2 Gether Now" by Limp Bizkit featuring Method Man. Fred Durst and Method show each other their kung fu while Pauly Shore cameos as a hapless pizza delivery guy.

O - "Ordinary World" by Duran Duran. This is just your basic performance video, but the beautiful woman in an avant-garde dress and crazy hat leaves a haunting image. Runner-up: "Only God Knows Why" by Kid Rock. Aww, the self-proclaimed "American Bad Ass" has a soft side.

P - "Pretty Fly (For A White Guy)" by Offspring. This video brought the band mainstream popularity as well as accusations of selling out. They thought the kid who stars in it is a lucky charm he reappeared in Offspring's very next video. Runners-up: "Peaches" by Presidents Of The United States Of America (the boys battle evil ninjas who threaten to take their lives) and "Papano Naman Kami?" by The Dawn (the boys battle evil "pirates" who threaten to take their lunch money).

Q - This letter stumped me. "Quit Playing Games (With My Heart)" by Backstreet Boys ain't exactly my cup of tea.

R - "Return To Innocence" by Enigma. !esrever ni s'gnihtyrevE !esrever ni s'gnihtyrevE Truly, madly, deeply creepy.

Thursday, December 16, 2004


[Image taken from here.]
Earlier tonight I went to Katski's advanced birthday party at the MyCinema theatre in Greenbelt 3. I was disappointed only a handful of my college blockmates could make it but not too disappointed because I saw Dimples Romana in person. She's so cute!

We watched The Princess Bride. I love that movie. I've seen it so many times before I think I spoiled the movie experience for my seatmate Mark. The poor guy had to listen to my predicting the dialogue all throughout.

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

FPJ Died Today

I am not grieving nor am I the least bit concerned. I'm not a fan, see, just someone who has seen my fair share of FPJ movies through the years. I'd catch these movies at the unlikeliest of places—on board a provincial bus, at a roadside eatery, or aboard an inter-island ferry. They're all so similar I bet one could string 'em up to make one long movie and not encounter plot-related problems.

Therein lies his appeal to the masses. Unlike the Gump-ian box of chocolates, in an FPJ flick you always know what you're gonna get . The denim jacket. The patilya. The pistols that need no reloading. Grenade-tipped bullets. Paquito Diaz as villain. Marianne dela Riva as wife. The engine piston-like punches. The two-handed pompyang slaps to the sides of the head. The short windmill uppercut to the gut.

FPJ's movies have a reassuring constancy to them. They are sure things in a world that's everything but. In playing iconic characters who might kiss dirt at first but in return make the adversary kiss horse shit, he gave the masses hope.

The only thing I fault him for was his failure to respond with a Dolphy-like "What if I win?" to the would-be kingmakers and puppeteers who egged him on to run as president last May. In hindsight, it's good he got cheated out of the presidency. A government run like hell by Stitch is loads better than one run like heaven by Noli.

Perhaps Da King should even be envied. He found a permanent, albeit tragic and involuntary out from the hell ride that the Philippines has/will become.

Monday, December 13, 2004


Manny Pacquiao's fourth-round knockout win over Fahsan 3K Battery at The Fort over the weekend makes Filipinos feel good about themselves again. The country was in sore need of some good news after the recent typhoons and Pacquiao was kind enough to oblige.

I wasn't confident he would win. Unlike his two previous outings, Pacquiao crammed his training for this one. His stamina was suspect and there were fears the longer the fight lasted, the greater the chance that Fahsan would upset him. It was imperative he finish his Thai opponent in the early rounds.

Which is exactly what happened.

From the opening bell Pacquiao went with his right, something his trainers have been trying to develop in preparation for his rematch against Juan Manuel Marquez this February.

The Thai went down in the second round. Then in the next two rounds Pacquiao knocked him down twice before putting him away for good. And the way the fight ended is so awe-inspiring it deserves its own paragraph.

First, Pacquiao led off with a half-looping right to the side of Fahsan's head. And when the Thai dropped his right hand to counterpunch, Pacquiao snuck in a booming left uppercut that sent Fahsan airborne. That's right, Popeye-punches-Bluto airborne. The more replays I watched the more I pitied Fahsan. The poor guy never knew what hit him. He looked like he got knocked back all the way to third grade.

It was then I realized I've been had—because I bought the BS the fight promoters peddled.

Pacquiao's drumbeaters foisted Fahsan—a last-minute choice because they couldn't swing a deal with a big-name featherweight—as a worthy opponent. They touted him as a Filipino-destroyer who had scalped twenty Pinoy boxers.

It turns out Fahsan is a patsy, a thirty-something former world champion who has seen better days. In the vernacular, laos.

Fahsan was game, no doubt, but the fight was a massacre from the start. He was thoroughly outpunched and outboxed. He landed only a handful of quality punches even as his head repeatedly snapped back from Pacquiao's blows. And instead of making Pacquiao chase him around the ring and tiring Manny out, Fahsan stood in front of him. Serves him right he got knocked out.

I'm not belittling our fighter, though. Let's give credit where credit is due. A win is a win and in this case, it's an almost 17-million peso win. Even after the promoter, manager, trainer, cutman, et al. take their cut, Pacquiao's wallet will still be a few million pesos richer. Not bad for a walk in the park, right?

Wednesday, December 8, 2004

Tibibord's Music Video Alphabet 1

To cap the year MTV will count down its Top 100 videos for 2004.

A hundred. Wow, even I can't recall that many. Most of the new ones are crap so I'll do my own list of those I won't mind watching again and again. The songs themselves may not be that great but the videos certainly are. I'm a sucker for pretty pictures.

The following is the first installment.

A - "Amazing" by Aerosmith. With its virtual reality theme, this video lived up to its title. It's also one of three Aerosmith videos that star Alicia Silverstone. Give yourself a pat on the back if you can name the other two. Runner-up: "All The Small Things" by Blink 182, a hilarious spoof of the boy band phenomenon.

B - "Bitter Sweet Symphony" by the Verve. Who can forget how vocalist Richard Ashcroft strides down the street barging into hapless pedestrians? He got his karmic comeuppance, though. The band (reportedly) received neither publishing nor performance royalties from this hit song—the money (reportedly) went to the Rolling Stones' Mick Jagger and Keith Richards whose song "The Last Time" provided the haunting orchestral sample. Now that is bittersweet. Runners-up: "Big Me" by Foo Fighters (a spoof of the Mentos TV commercials) and "Breaking The Habit" by Linkin Park (featuring animation from the outfit that contributed to Kill Bill: Volume 1).

C - "Crossroads, Tha" by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. This has one of the greatest twists in music video history. Jessica Alba has nothing on the dark angel here. Runners-up: "California Love" by Tupac Shakur and "Californication" by Red Hot Chili Peppers. The similarities end with the titles—the former looked like Mad Max, the latter like a video game.

D - "Drive" by Incubus. The video features animation work by vocalist Brandon Boyd and drummer Jose Pasillas. Runner-up: "Dear Paul" by Barbie's Cradle featuring an army of guitar-slinging women.

E - "Estranged" by Guns N' Roses. Talk about stunning visuals. In this video, vocalist Axl Rose jumps off an oil tanker and guitarist Slash solos amidst the waves. I also heard that Axl wore a shirt here with a picture of Jesus Christ and the words "Kill Your Idols." I never did visually confirm it.

F - "Freak On A Leash" by Korn. The video features animation work from the studio of Spawn creator Todd McFarlane. Ambangis, 'tol! Runners-up: "Fruitcake" by the Eraserheads (the 'Heads in sleeves and ties, manic street preaching at the now-defunct Fiesta Carnival in Cubao, Quezon City); "Firestarter" by The Prodigy (Keith Flint, clad in stars and stripes, wreaking havoc inside a network of tunnels); and "Fell In Love With A Girl" by White Stripes (Jack and Meg, Lego-ized, rocking out in stop motion).

G - "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio. Because this is the Dangerous Minds theme, Michelle Pfeiffer and them damn fine cheekbones make an appearance. Runner-up: "Go West" by Pet Shop Boys. They had to have been on something when they made this synth pop classic.

H - "Honey" by Mariah Carey featuring Puff Daddy. Before J-Lo and Ja Rule, Beyonce and Jay-Z, Nelly and Beyonce's sidekick in Destiny's Child, there were Mariah and Puffy (and Ma$e), pioneers of the diva-rapper collaboration. This video also marked the last time Ms. Carey jiggled in all the right places. Runner-up: "Hari Ng Sablay" by Sugarfree. A clumsy boy grows up to become Joel Torre.

I - "Ironic" by Alanis Morissette. Here we meet a few of Alanis' multiple personalities. The real ending—a head-on collision with a truck that results in the instantaneous death of all four passengers—is little-known and seldom seen, thereby diminishing the video's effectiveness as a cautionary tale for inattentive drivers. Runners-up: "I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)" by Meatloaf and "I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself" by the White Stripes. The song titles are a mouthful. The videos are, as well.

Tuesday, December 7, 2004

Homicide On The Hill

Two Fridays back my boardmate came home from Ateneo with some sensational news. The school was abuzz—apparently one security guard shot to death a worker at the new construction site behind the SEC building. My boardmate also claimed he saw the perpetrator escape on a scooter. The gossip is, the incident was an ID check that went awry. I can't wait to get my hands on the latest Guidon.

Thursday, December 2, 2004

Dear Santa,

I haven't asked you for anything since the year you put my gift in my parents' cabinet rather than inside the sock I tacked to the wall.

Don't worry, I assure you I've put that unfortunate incident behind me. But I would like to make a small request that should make up for all the times you didn't pass by my house on your way to bring Andrew E. those kissing scenes he always asks for.

Santa, I want to be adopted by Angelina Jolie.

"To have a Muslim child in a home with a Christian child at the same time is something I'd like to do," she said. "I'd like my Buddhist son living with everybody. I'd like everybody together and all cultures mixing..."

You see, Santa? It's one of those two-birds-with-one-stone kind of deals. Besides, don't you think I should get plus-points for wishing that somebody else's wish should come true?

Ms. Jolie needn't send me to school. I'll even tutor and babysit all my future United Nations siblings. She won't have to spank me... much. She only has to give me daily baths, and then some.

Pretty please, Santa. I've been (relatively) good this year. Go check your list—twice—and you'll find out I'm not naughty, just nice. I avoided doing all those nasty stuff in the Revised Penal Code, saying sh*t and f*ck you, and watching The Fifth Wheel... er, maybe not that last one, but you get the idea.

I don't have a ride that MTV can pimp so I ask this instead. And I'm asking nicely. I just know you can make this happen.

Love Lots,

P.S. If you could forward this to her that would be peachy. Tenshu.

P.P.S. Please get back to me ASAP in case I need to make arrangements with the Make-A-Wish Foundation and/or Bernadette Sembrano instead.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

Recipe For Disaster

It's really surprising what's in the papers these days.
Boracay Cafe

1 bottle Tanduay Rum 5 years, 375 mL
1 can condensed milk, 168 mL
1 sachet coffee, 2 grams

Mix all ingredients in a pitcher. Add ice cubes and shake well. Serve.
"Sounds like a spiked frappé," someone said. I've had some crazy drinks, and this one ranks right up there.

Saturday, November 13, 2004

Ah, Men

I hate to shop. So while friends picked out silver jewelry earlier, I huddled with the other males in the store and watched WWE Raw on TV. The ladies were engrossed. So were we.

Useless Information For The Day

Cigarette paper burns at 451° Fahrenheit, or 233° Celsius.

Friday, November 12, 2004

Blogging Is Dangerous To Your Health

My previous post about Mark Cuban warned against the possibility that people we write negatively about would read what's on our blogs and then fine or sue us.

But when Aurie sent a link to a blogger whom the U.S. Secret Service visited for posting a satirical post about George Dubya, I realized the stakes are much, much higher. All of a sudden blogging is a hazardous activity.

Is it coincidence that I'm pages into George Orwell's 1984 at the moment?

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Bloggers Beware

The NBA fined Dallas Mavericks owner Mark Cuban an undisclosed amount over this blog post regarding Opening Night of the 2004-05 season:
I won’t say what i really think about the genius that started the season on election day since it’s probably the same person that started the season on Halloween in previous years. There’s only a presidential election 1x every 4 years. We start on that day. Genius. Let’s see, which are going to get more highlights and press coverage Nov 3rd. The kickoff of the NBA season or the election. The NBA has a great idea to feature “Premiere Week” and we start it on Election Night. Brilliant. It’s had an impact on us. We sold out our pre season home games, but we still have plenty of seats left for the home opener and also for the first couple games of the year.
I bet the fine didn't bother Cuban. He's a billionaire, and has paid more than a million dollars in fines since buying the Mavs in 2000.

But this should remind us to think twice about before we post in our blogs. You never know who will read it. It's not like everyone can appreciate sarcasm.

Tuesday, November 9, 2004


Tired of Pilates, Tae Bo or weight training? Why not exercise using a Playstation? You got that right, a Playstation. But you have to jazz it up some. Instead of using a regular controller, use a dance pad to play fighting games like Tekken. You'll get a aero/cardio workout that'll sink all workouts. And save on gym fees. Getting fit has never been this enjoyable. It's even more fun if you go head-to-head with another player. I speak from experience.

Monday, November 8, 2004


Earlier this afternoon:
Little Boy: Nagsisigarilyo ka ba?
Not-So-Little Boy: Minsan.
Little Boy: Mamamatay ka.

Friday, October 29, 2004

Primus Inter Pares

One of the Barangka Boys got married a week ago, the first of us to do so. Since I had no idea what to get the newlyweds, I asked Camille for help. She came through with a couple of suggestions. Cybs, her sister, went a step further: she volunteered to help me shop. I was touched with the offer yet hesitant at the same time. I've only met her twice, see. But Cybs said it was no trouble at all. Apparently she liked shopping for other people—using their own money, ha ha. The following day I met the two of them in SM Megamall. Over dinner they grilled me about my friend's favorite color, traits, quirks, the works! While I finished my food they went ahead to do some advance scouting. When I caught up they already had recommendations. I chose a 16-piece dinnerware set—in blue!—then we went to National Bookstore to have it wrapped. Camille picked out the nicest wrapper, ribbon, and card. The whole thing came out perfect! I had a heck of a time taking my gift home and bringing it to the wedding because of its weight, but it was worth all the trouble. My friend said he and his wife are really pleased with it. I made him promise, however, that my gift won't end up as projectiles in case there are arguments.

Friday, October 22, 2004

The Mourning After

"Superman's Dead."

Until a week ago that was just an Our Lady Peace Song whose chorus had little to do with the verses. But with the passing of Christopher Reeve on 10 October 2004 it's official: Superman is dead.

Some say only the actor died. And in a sense they're correct—the franchise is alive and well. There's still a high demand for Superman toys, lunchboxes, shirts, and whatnot. DC Comics continues to publish different Man of Steel titles.

On local television I even see double—Superman rides... er, flies with the animated Justice League while on a different program and time slot, teenager Clark Kent pines over Smallville heartthrob Lana Lang.

There's also talk of a new Superman flick to be megged by Bryan Singer, the director of the insanely successful X-Men movies.

Everywhere we look, the Man of Steel lives. But tell that to those of my generation.

For those of us who grew up on—or grew up with—the four Superman films of the late 70s and early 80s, Christopher Reeve was Superman. And he's gone now.

The next actor who puts on the tights and the cape will have his work cut out for him: to own the character as Reeve once did.

Dean Cain had some success in the role during the mid-90s, but it was co-star Teri Hatcher who photographed better in the red cape.

Tom Welling is big now but he's not Superman yet. He's still Clark Kent, discovering and mastering one power at a time.

Christopher Reeve, though, was something else. First, his physical resemblance to the comic book depictions was uncanny. And even if later in his career he tried to "escape the cape," his amazing recovery from that near-fatal fall from a horse in 1995 showed he was a man of steel after all.

He acted and directed even while he was limited to a state-of-the-art, Stephen Hawking-esque wheelchair. He advocated various causes. Only a few doubted that had he lived a few more years, Reeve would walk again like he promised.

His death stunned me and my friends, and at first the news was greeted with incredulity. He can't be dead of a heart failure. Heck, even a broken neck couldn't stop him! He's Superman!

But of course, acceptance came in time. Things like this happen enough. But why is there still a dull ache in our hearts? I'm not sure. Maybe I'm not just mourning the death of a man—or a super man—but also the passing of a memory, of an ideal.

Because strangely enough, it feels like a part of my childhood died with him.

Thursday, October 21, 2004

One Of My Own

I am a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, swimming like crazy to escape a giant translucent jellyfish-like sea monster that's trying to suck me into its snout.

I give the creature a mighty kick when it's about to catch up, but my right foot hits the top bunk of the double-deck bed. I wake up. I had skinned a little toe. It stings but there's no blood. I tear the loose skin off and lay back down. The rest of the night is dreamless.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Star Sighting

Yesterday a boardmate and I saw Gary Valenciano shooting a music video at the Barangka Elementary School. They worked on a shot where Gary V. sang to the camera while a lady teacher talked to her pupils in the background. The crowd was amazed how much younger Gary V. looked in person than on TV. And he was the consummate entertainer, delighting the crowd with a smile or a wave in-between takes. The devil tried to goad me into shouting "La Salle/Alaska sucks!" but I shut my mouth. That crowd would've beaten me up.

Sunday, October 10, 2004

The Fat Knight Returns

I recently watched Fahrenheit 9/11. It's a solid documentary—well-researched, hard-hitting, and informative. The script is funny. And I especially liked the clips from Beretta and The Magnificent Seven.

The documentary, however, is boring at some segments. Confused, even. Michael Moore put in so many things it was difficult to tie them all up. A bit of pruning would have helped.

I don't think it's wise to enter it in the Best Picture race instead of Best Documentary in next year's Oscars. But who knows, maybe it will make history and get a Best Picture nomination. Maybe it will even win.

But even if he doesn't win an Academy Award I think Moore will feel he had done his job if and when George Dubya isn't re-elected. Moore's demolition job on the current US president is so total he makes our very own Erap seem like a genius. And that is quite a feat.

Saturday, October 9, 2004

The Earth Quacked

A lot of people texted last night to ask where I was and whether I felt the earthquake. Apparently it was strong but being the manhid that I am, I didn't feel it at all. Let's pray it didn't do too much damage. Back in 2000 my friends and I got caught in an earthquake while we were in the Glorietta area. We saw lighting fixtures swing. Concrete dust rained on us while we walked to the parking lot. I also experienced the big 1990 quake. I was outdoors, pumping water from the school poso. I remember needing to pee pero umatras 'yung ihi ko because of the tremors. It was that scary. Now I live near the Marikina Fault. But I don't sweat it—Ateneo's near, at alam nating malakas ang mga Heswita sa Itaas.

Saturday, October 2, 2004

One Time Only

I was watching the UAAP-NCAA All-Star Showdown on Studio23 when I saw something that made me do a double take. Was that Mark Cardona wearing an Ateneo warm-up jersey?

I looked again.

I did, I did saw a pussy... er, Mark Cardona in an Ateneo uniform! And Blue Eagle JC Intal, who was chosen Season 67 Most Improved Player, was wearing a La Salle shirt!


Wednesday, September 29, 2004


In one newspaper yesterday I read that there's a place in Pampanga where they manufacture swords for use in Hollywood movies. It was said that some of their more recognizable creations were William Wallace's sword in Braveheart, The Bride's samurai in Kill Bill, and Gandalf's Glamdring and Aragorn's Anduril in The Lord of the Rings.

The coolest thing is that fans can order replicas of the said weapons, because they sure would make nice Christmas gifts (hint, hint). I just wonder if the sword that Tony Perez, our college thesis adviser, carried around in cabs and through Luneta Park was made by the same outfit.

Monday, September 6, 2004

The Bar

This year's Bar Examinations started yesterday. I wasn't there in the morning to send my former blockmates off but I was present in the afternoon to meet them as they exited La Salle . If I hadn't quit, perhaps I would have been one of the examinees. But as I exchanged high fives with my former blockmates, I realized I still don't regret leaving law school. Perhaps when they're already lawyers the envy will kick in, ha ha.

Photo Finish

Ateneo and FEU won their games yesterday to share the lead in the UAAP men's basketball tournament. The two are now headed for a titanic encounter this Saturday to settle who will get a twice-to-beat advantage in the Final Four.

Saturday, September 4, 2004

Dead In Dreams

A friend texted Wednesday morning to tell me she dreamt I had died. Her sister had to wake her up because she was crying and shouting in her sleep. I reassured her I was o.k. This is starting to weird me out. A few months back another friend dreamt that I was being brought into a hospital on a gurney. Let's just hope I'm resurrected in someone's next dream about me.

Friday, September 3, 2004

Scary Stats

Ateneo lost to UP yesterday. With six straight wins, the Maroons' Final Four hopes are still alive. The loss dropped the slumping Blue Eagles to a tie for first place, but they are now 2-3 in the second round of the eliminations after going 7-0 in the first. This is a cause for concern going into the Final Four round.

Monday, August 30, 2004


I tried to get an insurance premium quotation from the Txt2Protect program that's being advertised now. It's very useful—if your phone's insured and you lose it, it will be replaced. If it's damaged, Txt2Protect will pay for the repairs. Unfortunately the program does not cover my phone model. Is it because it's an old one? Then they should have placed disclaimers in their ads to the effect that some models may not be covered, because in the item I read in the paper there was no such condition. Does it mean I have to buy a new model to avail of the insurance?

Sunday, August 29, 2004

Cause For Wahoo!s

We had our first game yesterday afternoon. I was late—the game was at 4 p.m. but I woke up at 3:30 p.m. I got to the RFM Gym inside an hour but it was already the fourth quarter.

I entered the game with five minutes remaining. Play was delayed since I had a white shirt on when our team was supposed to wear dark colors. The referee only continued the game after a teammate lent me a jersey.

I didn't do much. I didn't even attempt a shot. But I had a couple of rebounds and a pick that freed a teammate for a jump shot.

Muntik din akong mapa-away. I bumped an opposing player and he fell. When he got up he gave me a piece of his mind. I turned my back. Basketball is a physical sport. Like Robert Jaworski said, "Kung ayaw mong masaktan, mag-chess ka na lang."

We won, by the way. Our next game's on Saturday. I promise to be early.


The UP Maroons won, too. They beat FEU and extended their winning streak to five games, something that hasn't happened since 1986. More importantly, the loss dropped the Tamaraws to second place. Ateneo is in solo first place!

Isn't it obvious I'm happy?

Monday, August 23, 2004


We had tickets to the Ateneo-La Salle game but I didn't wake up in time.

It turned out to be a good thing—Ateneo lost. Or maybe it was a bad thing. The Blue Eagles have never lost this season whenever I watch their games live.

Ateneo is still tied for first, but if they want to stay there they have to stop opponents from establishing big leads early in the game. It's a bad habit. There will be games where they won't be able come back.


Please don't get me started on the Philippines' miserable campaign in the ongoing Olympics.

In contrast, the UP Maroons have now won their fourth straight. They're making a serious run at a Final Four slot. Good for them. Peyups people no longer have an excuse now not to watch.

Saturday, August 21, 2004

Voted In

"Kasama ka sa basketball team, ha."

Uh... okay.

I hope I don't stink. I haven't played for more than six months.

But I don't expect to be fielded, being the newbie and all. They only drafted me because I'm tall. They don't even have the slightest idea about my game. Panakot lang ako. Enforcer. Taga-foul.

Monday, August 16, 2004

Back In Business

I caught the last 15 minutes or so of the Ateneo-UST game yesterday. The Blue Eagles won, bouncing back from the loss to UE that ended their seven-game win streak. And now that the pressure of a possible perfect season is off, they can get down to the business of building another winning streak. The game was fun to watch, but not just because my team won. The Blue Eagles showed they know how to bounce back from a big loss. And that they are a team in the first place. Almost all contributed, so Coach Sandy Arespacochaga had the luxury of fielding his bench players. And if that game is any indication, Ateneo is going to be a contender during the next few seasons. The rookies and sophomores showed a lot of promise, especially 6-7 Japeth Aguilar who made two free throws, a highlight dunk, and a series of blocks late in the fourth quarter. Now if only he would bulk up. Daily trips to Manang's for liempo and nilagang baka should do the trick. I'm sorry I didn't catch the UP-UE which the Maroons won. They now have the longest active winning streak in the league, three straight wins. This is a very pleasant surprise since they have one of the weakest line-ups in the league. Even if they don't make the Final Four this year, they have something to build on for next season. For the rest of this season other teams will no longer take them lightly. I think the next Ateneo game is on Saturday. Piyesta na naman ang mga scalper sa Araneta!

Friday, August 13, 2004

Heinous Criminal

An officemate who was tired of lugging her pillow put it inside my bag. I was already home when I realized I still had it.

Naturally, I sent a ransom note. This was the reply:
Merci monseiur. Les pillow es innocent. I will come up with the money somehow. Please spare the poor unan.

First Time For Everything

Ateneo lost for the first time this season yesterday. Somehow the UE Red Warriors managed to hold LA Tenorio scoreless. Bye-bye, perfect season! In other news, UP beat UST. The Maroons now have a winning streak!

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

In Other News...

I was in the Araneta Coliseum last Sunday for the much-awaited Ateneo-FEU match. I almost popped a vein!

The Blue Eagles led by 14 at halftime but the Tamaraws, led by reigning MVP Arwind Santos and Denok Miranda, dropped a big run in the third quarter to tie the game.

Good thing LA Tenorio again came through with a dagger three that broke a 62-all tie. Props also to Chris Tiu (who was cheered and jeered each time the coliseum monitor showed his Master Facial Cleanser TV commercial) for preserving the win with free throws in the endgame.


At the game I ran into an old friend. In Ateneo de Naga we were classmates sophomore year in high school, then boardmates and co-CAT officers in our junior and senior years. Since then we didn't see much of each other, so it was nice to catch up on things.


Right now I'm inside the office pantry. The TV is tuned in to GMA 7's Unang Hirit. Onscreen is Toto Sorioso, a friend from college, who's singing with his band, Sipol. This is good to see. That dude paid his dues.

Monday, August 9, 2004

Multiple Choice

I lost one of my eyeglass lenses. It popped out last Saturday morning and I didn't even notice. Now I have three options:
Buy one new lens para tibid.

Buy two new lenses para pantay.

Gouge my right eye I won't need any new lenses.
Not surprisingly, someone has recommended the third option.

Friday, August 6, 2004

Cue Falling-Calendar-Page Montage

Today is this blog's first anniversary. I consider this a small achievement.

In the past twelve months I made a couple of changes, the most drastic being the name change from Counting Down To Five to Take Me Drunk, I'm Home. I also changed the color scheme and the site features as I learned how to tweak lines of code. But I'm content now with how the blog looks, even if it's just a default template.

In my very first post I predicted three things. The first two I have fulfilled. The verdict on the last one I leave to you.

Thursday, August 5, 2004

Best Start In Years

Ateneo won over NU today and upped its record to 6-0. That hasn't happened since 1988. So far the Blue Eagles haven't missed the services of Larry Fonacier. That could change when they face FEU on Sunday. I will try to get a closer seat, but just in case I'll hold on to the General Admission ticket I have now. The ADMU-FEU match-up is one of the most-awaited this season, being a rematch of last season's best-of-three championship series which the Tamaraws won in two games. Expect the Araneta Coliseum to be packed.

Wednesday, August 4, 2004

Evil Boy

I found an online copy of Neil Gaiman's Snow, Glass, Apples and e-mailed it to my new officemates. One read it and said she'll never look at Snow White the same way again. Mission accomplished!

In college I learned that the fairy tales we are familiar with are actually sanitized versions. I even read a version of Cinderella where the two stepsisters lopped off their toes just so the glass slipper would fit them.

Blame me for being male but I think the bloody versions are much, much cooler.

Sunday, August 1, 2004


We had tickets for the much-awaited Ateneo-Adamson game yesterday. I passed, though, because the game was at the Philsports Arena and I had yet to sleep. I set my alarm for 4 p.m. but that didn't work. I woke up just in time to catch the final play, an LA Tenorio step-back three-pointer with 4.3 seconds left that won the game for the Blue Eagles. Ateneo is now 5-0! There's now a "14" patch on Ateneo jerseys. That is in honor of Blue Eagles co-captain Larry Fonacier who suffered a season-ending injury in their last game. His mother was at this game, and she cried when the Ateneo crowd chanted "Larry! Larry!" while singing the school song. Touching stuff.

Monday, July 26, 2004

There Goes The Championship

I was in the Araneta Coliseum yesterday for Ateneo's win over the UP Maroons. The Blue Eagles are now unbeaten in four games but the prospects for rest of the tournament look bleak as main man Larry Fonacier suffered a season-ending injury.

I will end this post here. Puro mura na kasi ang naiisip ko.

Saturday, July 24, 2004

Sunday, July 18, 2004


Ateneo beat UST yesterday. My team is on a winning streak! I didn't go to the Cuneta Astrodome because of an interview in Makati. But it turned out to be a good day. While the Blue Eagles were beating the crap out of the Tigers, I was dazzling the interviewer with my brilliance, he he. I walked out with a job offer.

Saturday, July 17, 2004

25 Going On 30

All this talk about marriage makes me feel so old! But I should be thankful they aren't talking about kids. Yet.

Friday, July 16, 2004


I had a scare at the RCBC Plaza earlier.

I was filling out an application form so I took out my SSS card from my wallet. Half an hour later, I was walking out the building when I realized I didn't have my wallet.

As I went back to the office where I left it, I prepared myself for the long walk from Makati to Marikina if I didn't find my wallet. Imagine my happiness when the company guard said he had it. Apparently, a girl found my wallet and turned it in.

Someone said to think of it as a restoration of my faith in the goodness of man. Or woman, to be exact. Good point. Basta ang alam ko, labs pa rin ako ni Papa Jesus.

Monday, July 12, 2004


My boardmates and I watched the Ateneo-La Salle game at the Araneta Coliseum yesterday. We made do with bleacher tickets but it was worth it—Ateneo won! La Salle led by 15 in the third quarter and by 9 entering the fourth, but the Blue Eagles eked out a three-point win. I cheered so loud my voice returned only after a few hours. What a great game. I gave Syd two tickets but he showed up wearing green (even though he went to UST for college). As we couldn't sit in the same section without one of us suffering grave bodily harm, we trash-texted instead. And I had the last laugh!

Wednesday, July 7, 2004

On The Job Front*

I found a job opening for a copywriter but the workplace is in Cebu. Too bad. It's too soon for me to relocate at the moment.

I've always said that instead of buying a small island in the Pacific, I would move to Cebu when I retire. That city is bee-yoo-tee-ful. I fell in love with it when we went there for the 1999 Ad Congress.

And oh, the ladies there aren't bad.

*My wee hat tip to Brando, the original Method Man.

Coming Soon

This blog has been inactive for a couple of weeks. My bad. But I've been writing, using the archaic pen-on-paper method. Some may yet end up here when I finally find the time. Nakakatamad, e.

Sunday, June 20, 2004

In Case You Forgot

It's Father's Day today, y'all. Props to all tha pops in tha world, especially my own.

And if I'm lucky (and I train, say my prayers, eat my vitamins, and be kind to little gurls), five years from now kasama na 'ko sa babatiin sa araw na 'to.

Wednesday, June 16, 2004


A few minutes ago the Detroit Pistons routed the Los Angeles Lakers 100-87 to win the NBA championship, 4 games to 1.

Like every Laker fan I'm disappointed. But the better team clearly won here. How did the Pistons do it? Let me count the ways:

Teamwork. Starters Rasheed Wallace, Ben Wallace, Rip Hamilton, Tayshaun Prince and Chauncey Billups were all equally awesome. Relievers like Lindsey Hunter and Elden Campbell also contributed quality minutes.

Defense. In their four losses the Lakers scored a measly 77.5 points per game. In their only win they scored 99 points. The Pistons, meanwhile, averaged 90.8 points per game.

Hunger. The Lakers had experience. They knew how to win championships. But as the kings of the hill, they were a bit complacent. The Pistons simply wanted it more. That desire showed at both ends of the court.

Consistency. Shaquille O'Neal and Kobe Bryant showed up to play but the rest of the Lakers didn't. Gary Payton, Devean George, Gerek Fisher and Stanislav Medvedenko simply sucked. The Laker bench's lack of depth was exposed, so expect drastic roster changes in the off-season.

Injury. Karl Malone was one of the few Lakers who played defense. He guarded Tim Duncan, the 2003 MVP, in the Western Conference semifinals. He guarded Kevin Garnett, the 2004 MVP, in the Conference finals. When he re-injured his knee early in the NBA finals, he became a liability. He'll retire without a championship.

Coaching. Larry Brown out-coached Phil Jackson. He was able to rally his players in crucial stretches of the series, especially after that tragic Game 2 overtime loss. Brown knew how to build up his troops' confidence. The Pistons weren't intimidated at all by the big, bad Lakers in this series, and their coach had a lot to do with it.

Long story short, Lakers lose. Better luck next year.

Too Old For Rock And Roll

Two nights ago I told J I stopped smoking because of the Linkin Park song "Breaking the Habit" (key lyrics: I don't know how I got this way/I know it's not alright/So I'm breaking the habit/I'm breaking the habit/ Tonight).

Pathetic, he said.

But yesterday he pulled off a summoning charm Hermione would be envious of and scored a pair of front-row tickets to last night's Linkin Park concert at the Cultural Center of the Philippines open grounds.

I'm not really a Linkin fan (tsibog sila sa Slipknot o kaya sa Korn) but since the tickets were free...

There were a lot of people, most of whom were under twenty, and they knew all the lyrics! Kami chorus lang, minsan mali pa. But nobody minded (or heard). We left the slam-dancing to the kids, though, and the flashing to the brave lady out in front.

Linkin Park sure knows how to make shout-along choruses. After ninety minutes and eighteen songs, our ears were ringing. It was a baptism of melodic noise.

Monday, June 7, 2004

I Think I Found It

Notice that I didn't say "I think I got it." But I've crossed all that can be crossed.

The job entails a lot of traveling and working with kids in the course of implementing a nationwide reading program. It's a real dream job. I couldn't sleep the night I learned about it and I was very excited to submit my resume.

Last night J said not to blog about it. I might jinx myself daw.

. I only need an interview.

Wednesday, June 2, 2004

Bach Like Johann Sebastian

I've been in the Metro since Thursday. I have to find work! This time perhaps the hunt will be easier since I already know my non-negotiables:
1. The workplace must be near Marikina, or must not be in Makati
2. The call time must not be earlier than 9 a.m.
3. There must be no dress code
But first things first.

Bianca's Coffeeheads had its formal opening last night. Toto played so J, Camille, Syd, and I went. Afterwards we closed Katip's, just like old times.

Thursday, May 20, 2004


I'm ten days into this vacation and the 'rents haven't kicked me out. Yet.

A few updates: the vote-buying candidate was elected mayor; I rented 17 films; the Los Angeles Lakers advanced to the Western Conference finals; and typhoon Dindo dropped by Sunday night and left the next day.

That last one was a bitch because we had no electricity for a few days. Thank God our house survived. We slept through the worst of the storm but our banana trees (I know, I know, they aren't really trees) didn't. My father planted new ones this morning.

After experiencing Sisang in '89 I'm no longer afraid of typhoons. That storm took our roof and tore down my uncle's house next door. My mother and younger siblings evacuated to a stronger house but my father and I stayed behind.

This time, while Dindo raged outside I read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by candlelight. Saya!

Monday, May 10, 2004

Electile Disfunctions

I was on a Bicol-bound bus last night when I received this text message from an unknown sender:
Kaibigan, GMA-FPJ na lang ang laban. Maaring magaling ang ibang kandidato subalit isa lamang ang makakatalo sa hunyango. Huwag sayangin ang boto!
From the chameleon (hunyango) reference, I guess the message came from an FPJ supporter. But I could be wrong. I had no energy to argue the point last night, but still. GMA-FPJ my foot.


I arrived home around 5:30 a.m. By 6:15 our house was abuzz. A candidate for mayor, the sister of the incumbent, sent six envelopes, one for each registered voter in our house. All envelopes had 200 pesos in them.

I wanted to take the money but not vote for the candidate. I was sure no one would know any better. My mother, a local government employee, had the same idea. She was suspicious the money was from the city coffers. Since it (probably) came from public funds anyway, the people should it take it.

In the end it was my father who decided the matter. A former police officer, he was offended that an attempt was made to buy his and his family's vote. He worried what people would think, since my mother was a local government employee. So just like in previous elections, he had the money sent back.

Friday, May 7, 2004

Shameless Plug

I'm typing this at Coffeeheads, a cafe co-owned by a college blockmate. It's right across Ateneo.

This place looks promising even if I'm not a coffee person (I get a buzz from Nescafe 3-in-1). Customers can borrow books for free. Their rates for Internet access are reasonable, more so when you sign up for the privilege card. And did I tell you they lend books for free?

I can see myself hanging out here a lot. I may yet learn to drink coffee.

Field Trip!

[Photo credit: T. Roa]

The little boy is the son and nephew of friends. The not-so-little boy is me.

A couple of Sundays ago the little boy was in town. His dad took him to see planes and I tagged along.

The three of us went to one of the hangars near the Manila Domestic Airport. There we looked at light planes and helicopters parked inside. We also watched planes take off from and land at the domestic airport. Simple stuff, but loads of fun for boys of any age.

I am thinking of becoming a pilot.


I hope to be out of the Metro by Sunday night. The following day is Election Day, as well as our barangay fiesta. May handaan yata sa bahay, I'm not sure.

'Pag sinipag akong magbakasyon I'll be back in June. My parents are sure to have kicked me out by then because our electric bills skyrocket when I'm home.

Saturday, May 1, 2004

Absentee Blogger

Wow, I haven't posted in a while. Two weeks ago I had an excuse—Blogger was down. This week, I don't have any.

Unfortunately, in those two weeks a lot of blog-worthy things happened that I've since forgotten. I really am getting old.

Friday, April 16, 2004

Books, Books, Books...All Dem Books

On our way to dinner last night my friends and I passed the Glorietta 2 Booksale outlet. And of course we couldn't resist.

Camille walked out with Anna Karenina, Syd with an architecture book, and Mark with Airframe.

I bought John Madden's One Size Doesn't Fit All (And Other Thoughts From The Road) for 45 pesos and Bridge for Bright Beginners for 5 pesos. I'll see if real bridge is as fun as the bastardized version I used to play—and cut class for—back in college.

Jason didn't get anything but reserved a huge book of Shakespeare's entire works. I wonder if he has already returned for it.

A couple of hours earlier, right after Syd and I tired of taking pictures of a Ferrari Formula 1 car inside a building along Valero, I discovered that there was a Books for Less outlet on the same street. It's very near my building, woohooo!

I think the writing's on the wall—the world is conspiring to empty my wallet.

Thursday, April 15, 2004


We dubbed our Holy Week outing in Mindoro the Buhay-Baboy Bookworms Adventure. It was a blast, but the trip got off on the wrong foot for me.

In our desire to catch the first available trip from Batangas Port to Calapan City we booked ourselves on a boat named Our Lady of Fatima. When it arrived and docked I said a quick prayer. The boat was a bathtub with a roof!

Now I've been on scary boat rides before; some years back I traveled by sea for part of the way from Bicol to Koronadal, South Cotabato. This, however, was something else—the boat barely looked seaworthy. Our Lady of Perpetual Help would have been a more apt name, or perhaps Saint Jude.

Only Syd, who was my seatmate, had an idea how apprehensive I was. We were right in front of a huge air-conditioning unit yet I sweated bullets. I kept looking around for the nearest life vest compartment. And though I was very tired, I didn't dare sleep. For a whole hour my heart was in my throat.

When the boat docked in Calapan I immediately stood up, intending to be the first person out of that boat. Syd asked why I was in such a hurry but I only said, "This is where I get off." Just being inside that boat made me nauseous!

When I got down I kissed the concrete…well, almost. But never again will I take for granted how good it is to be on solid ground.

Happy Days Are Here Again

Eddie Gil is back on the official list of candidates! He can campaign until the Supreme Court resolves his petition with finality! He can regale us with his hilarious soundbites again! I still have a chance to share his wealth! Uh, what did I eat this morning?

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Ripped From Our Muse's Blog

Grab the book nearest to you. Turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down here what it says:
"Third: Establish a definite date when you intend to possess," from Napoleon Hill's Think and Grow Rich, a book I saw on the desk an officemate.

Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
An officemate.

What is the last thing you watched on TV?
WWE Smackdown on RPN 9 last Monday night.

Without looking, guess what the time it is:
5:15 p.m.

Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?
5:18 p.m. Dayum!

With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
A whirring electric fan.

When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
1:45 p.m. I bought a donut and a can of softdrink at 7-11.

Before you came to this website, what did you look at?
Y's blog.

What are you wearing?
Black shoes, black socks, black pants, white undershirt, blue longsleeves, and a silver thumb ring.

Did you dream last night? What about?
Nope. Or maybe I did but forgot.

When did you last laugh? Why?
A few minutes ago. I was watching William Hung's audition on American Idol.

What is on the walls of the room you are in?
"Fire Exit" directional signs.

Seen anything weird lately?
An officemate imitating William Hung.

What do you think of this quiz?
It's quirky.

What is the last film you saw?
The Passion of the Christ.

If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?
A billiards table or a Playstation 2.

Tell me something about you that I don't know:
I see short people.

If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
Aside from being picked as the 1999 PBA Rookie of the Year, Danny Seigle would also chosen as that year's Most Valuable Player.

Do you like to dance?
Does slam dancing qualify as a dance? If so, then yes.

George Bush: Is he a power-crazy nutcase or some one who is finally doing something that has needed to be done for years?
Power-crazy nutcase who takes after his dad.

Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?

Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?

Would you ever consider living abroad?
Only if FPJ wins the presidential elections.

Tuesday, April 6, 2004


I found an very early draft of the letter I sent when I applied for a leave of absence from law school. This was the first paragraph:
I regret to inform you that I am going on a leave of absence due to medical reasons—law school makes me sick!

Friday, April 2, 2004

Beanbag Potatoes

Yesterday after work I went to my favorite kulot's house.

When I arrived she asked what movie I wanted to watch. I picked out The Transformers: The Movie.

I knew it, she said.


Her sister arrived and joined us, and we decided to eat dinner in front of the TV.

I kept missing my mouth with the spoon and shoveling food against my cheek. That was how engrossed I was.


As usual, I teared up when Optimus Prime died.

I'm twenty-five and I've seen the movie a million times yet I was still affected. Imagine how that death rocked my world when I was ten.


After Transformers, we watched American Idol. To be honest I don't get that show. I also don't see why everyone's raving about it. But at least the two Fil-Ams acquitted themselves well.

I left when Idol ended. It was the perfect timing—the sisters were going to watch For Love or Money 2.

Artistas At The MRT

Yesterday I saw Iza Calzado and Jomari Yllana at the Shaw MRT station. The two were promoting their new soap opera on GMA 7, Te Amo Maging Sino Ka Man.

She is very pretty in person, and looked like she was having a blast signing autographs and posing for pictures with her fans. Then and there I forgave her for that blah shampoo commercial.

He, however, looked ill at ease. But considering how the commuters gawked, I guess he had reason to feel uncomfortable. Like being a fish in a bowl, I think, is how the sensation is described.

Tuesday, March 30, 2004


I was having breakfast this morning when out of the blue, a female officemate told me: "Okay lang naman maging maitim, kung malaki naman asset mo."

Friday, March 26, 2004


On my way out of the building yesterday I must have been so deep in thought I stepped out of the elevator a floor too early. Also, I nearly bumped the girl who entered the lift at that floor. Wait, this isn't my floor, I realized after a moment. So I took three steps backwards. Someone asked, "Ground?" I turned. It was the girl. There was a smile in her voice and on her lips. I smiled back. "Yes, please," I managed to mumble. I'm sure I blushed then.

Mall Misadventures

I went to Robinson's Galleria last night to meet my favorite kulot and the two Marks. I've been to Galleria exactly twice so of course I got lost and couldn't find them. It didn't help that Jowett sucks at giving directions. Plus, my phone died on me. Argh!

That was just the first in a series of small catastrophes.

I wanted to eat palabok so we went to Jollibee. They were out of shrimps. Aargh!

I decided to buy a Pinipig Crunch popsicle afterward to cheer myself up. But as soon as I removed the wrapper, a big chunk broke off and fell. I was left holding a the stick. Aaargh!

But things got better after that.

First we met a very cute lady at the Galleria branch of Ahead Tutorial & Review when we inquired about job openings for part-time tutors. She said her name was Bunny, and that she graduated from UP. Napatid ako sa pilikmata n'ya, grabe.

A couple of hours later we found ourselves along West Avenue, shouting along to a Guns N' Roses compilation album while we looked for a place that sold Coke and Tanduay. Saya!

Thursday, March 25, 2004


People of the Philippines, the couple who would be President and First Lady.
Cheche Lazaro: Marami pong nagtatanong 'pag sinasabi naming "Eddie Gil." Maraming nagtatanong, "Sino siya?"

Eddie Gil: Eddie Gil. Ako.

Cheche Lazaro: Sino po kayo?

Eddie Gil: Si Eddie Gil nga.

Cheche Lazaro: Buo ba ang suporta niyo kay Mr. Gil dito sa kanyang …

Mrs. Gil: Yes. Of course!

Cheche Lazaro: Bakit po?

Mrs. Gil: Everyday we have our income and then he is giving also if whatever. He's the one buying, going to the market sometimes. If he will arrive the kitchen is already complete so I have no more work.
I half-wish he hadn't been disqualified. With his absence this election is a lot less entertaining. If he were elected, the Philippines would go to the dogs, sure. But at least we'd go down laughing.

Not Really

Someone told me I'm ripe for a quarter-life crisis. But as I look at it, my crisis is this: Powder or lotion?

Wednesday, March 24, 2004

Fathers And Sons

Late Friday night I saw something out of the ordinary: the driver of the jeep I rode on had his son with him in front. In my mind I castigated him for bringing the boy, who looked no older than nine, out on the road at such an ungodly hour. But then I remembered that it wasn't a school day the next day, and that it's never a bad idea for parents to spend time with their children. The kid tried to make himself useful—he took fares, returned change, and called passengers. But with his pre-pubescent voice, he wasn't much of a barker. He also shortchanged me a peso and gave one lady the wrong change. I kept quiet but the lady returned the excess. The whole trip, he kept turning to his father. In looked to me like he wanted to be assured he was doing a good job.
I have a theory that at some point, every father brings his son to his workplace. In the boy's case, his father's workplace traveled on four wheels. In mine, it was the Camarines Sur Provincial Headquarters of the Integrated National Police. This ritual is time-honored: it teaches the son things about his father's profession; in engenders pride in his father's work; and maybe, it (subtly) influences him to follow in his father's footsteps. In my case, the hint didn't work. Time will tell if it would in this boy's.

Monday, March 22, 2004

Comm Domination Update

Today Ateneo, tomorrow the world. That was our block's graduation slogan in 2000. And it seems tomorrow has arrived. For example, a blockmate was honored in the recent Vice President's Awards for Service and Excellence at the Ateneo. Mhir delos Santos, who's now the Director of the Office of Student Activities at the Loyola Schools, was cited as "Most Outstanding Individual in a Supporting Role." The citation sounds FAMAS-y, but an award is an award is an award. And knowing Mhir, I'm sure it was well-deserved. Congratulations!

Friday, March 19, 2004

A Puzzler

From last Wednesday's Philippine Daily Inquirer:
BJ Manalo, the standout pointguard from the De La Salle Green Archers team in the UAAP, has returned to Ateneo where he once helped the Blue Eaglets, along with Enrico Villanueva, win a junior crown. Manalo, who is taking a Master's degree at the Loyola campus, will play for Lee Pipes-Ateneo in the PBL. He's still mulling another stint with the Eagles in the UAAP.

What. The. Hell?

Friday Five

If you... ...owned a restaurant, what kind of food would you serve? Pares! Manok, maka, mamoy, mayawak, musa... ...owned a small store, what kind of merchandise would you sell? Secondhand books, of course. I'll read all day while minding the store. ...wrote a book, what genre would it be? A kung fu murder mystery set in Africa. With lots of midgets. ...ran a school, what would you teach? Arts and crafts. I'll be the cross-stitch instructor. ...recorded an album, what kind of music would be on it? Ben Folds Five-like piano rock, only with lots of Eastern instrumentation.

Thursday, March 18, 2004

Fire Day

The Citibank Center conducted a fire drill at 4:30 p.m. today. Good thing our offices are at the 3rd floor because we had to use the fire exits. Traffic along Paseo de Roxas was heavy when I got down. Traffic enforcers and security guards blocked off Villar Street. Some of them carried "Fire Drill Ongoing" placards. The whole things was semi-realistic. There was smoke from a third floor ledge. A fire truck came, sirens blazing, and sprayed water for a few seconds. An ambulance also arrived. There was also a rappelling exhibition. The last dude slid down two ropes while strapped to a stretcher. The crowd lapped it up. But what happened next didn't reassure us of the building administration's readiness in case there's a real fire. In the middle of Villar, the drill organizers poured gasoline into a metal container and lit it. They then asked the crowd for volunteers to put out the fire using their fire extinguishers. To their embarrassment, four of the extinguisher they brought out leaked and failed to work properly. That's what I mused on while jostling at the elevators with people eager to get their things from cubicles and go home.

Licking My Chops

The office's new Pentium 4's have arrived. Such powerful beasts! I've been assigned one to road test before it's given to its real user. And when I asked the MIS guys what would constitute a "road test" they said, Kahit ano! O-kay. Kahit ano it is.

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

Yes, It's All Around

I heard a good deal of buzz about Love Actually so I decided to see it before its theatrical run ended. I have a few observations.

First: Bad teeth, wit, funny accents, and dry humor make a very enjoyable combination. I nearly popped my carotid from laughing.

Second: It's cute how they recycled the trashy theme song from Four Weddings and a Funeral. Come to think of it, recycling is what they do to garbage.

The nods to the earlier film don't end there. At least three weddings and one funeral take place in the movie. If that's not an inside joke I don't know what is.

Third: It's a little weird that this movie premiered neither during Christmas season nor Valentine's Day week. But it doesn't matter. It's a fun flick, something people can write in slumbooks across Favorite Movie.

Last: the poster said somewhere in this movie people would find the love of their lives. I guess there's still truth in advertising.

Tuesday, March 16, 2004

Words To Sleep By

When the tried and tested little tricks—counting sheep, exercise, glass of milk, roundhouse kick to the chin—don't work and I can't sleep nights, I have a secret weapon:
Dream awake
of dreaming asleep
Get a 9 mm
empty tha clip
It's a nonsense rhyme I recite over and over in my mind. Like a prayer. Or a mantra, if you will. It works like a charm, though. I'm usually asleep before the 15th repetition.

Then very early today I received what could possibly be another one:
The sight of the sea is endless
Blue to blue.
That was just the first stanza. The whole thing's a little harder to memorize. It's a tad sad but very patriotic.

We'll see if it works.

Monday, March 15, 2004

From Shrek's Blog

Layer One
Birth date: March 1979
Birthplace: Iriga City
Current location: Marikina (city address) and Makati (work address) cities
Eye color: Black
Hair color: Black
Height: 5'11 1/2"
Righty or lefty: Righty
Zodiac sign: Aries

Layer Two
Your heritage: Pure Filipino. But I have Vietnamese eyes.
The shoes you wore today: White Chuck Taylors.
Your weakness: I'm too transparent for my own good.
Your fears: Dying alone, unremembered, or unmourned.
Your perfect pizza: Shakey's thin crust!
Goal you'd like to achieve: Come like a pig, he he.

Layer Three
Your most overused phrase on a messenger: BTW
Your first waking thoughts: Five more minutes!
Your best physical feature: You can't teach height.
Your most missed memory: My lola.

Layer Four
Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi, because a liter of it costs 2 pesos less.
McDonald's or Burger King: McDo for the fries, BK for the burgers.
Single or group dates: Both can work.
Adidas or Nike: Adidas. Nikes are too flashy for me.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Nestea. I'm a fan/victim of their old TV commercials.
Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate.
Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee, but only decaf.

Layer Five
Smoke: A few a day.
Cuss: Like a sailor-in-training.
Sing: Only in my head. Or in the shower. Or when I've had too much to drink.
Take a shower everyday: Technically, no. Tabo rules!
Do you think you've been in love: A couple of times. But hard.
Want to go to college: Been there, been that.
Liked high school: Second-best four years of my life.
Want to get married: Unsure.
Believe in yourself: Most of the time.
Get motion sickness: No.
Think you're attractive: Only under proper lighting conditions.
Think you're a health freak: Never.
Get along with your parent(s): Famously.
Like thunderstorms: No, just heavy rain.
Play an instrument: The guitar, but I haven't touched one in a long while.

Layer Six: In the past month...
Drank alcohol: Hell, yeah!
Smoked: Just a few minutes ago.
Done a drug: Never.
Made out: I'll never t-e-e-l-l-l.
Gone on a date: I'm not sure.
Gone to the mall: A few times.
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Nope.
Eaten sushi: Nah. It's not among my favorite food.
Been on stage: No.
Been dumped: Uh...
Gone skating: No.
Made homemade cookies: I don't bake.
Gone skinny dipping: I haven't been near a natural body of water in 3 months but I'm going to Mindoro soon.
Dyed your hair: Nope.
Stolen anything: Sadly, yes. Loose change from my brother's pockets, ha ha!

Layer Seven: Ever...
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes. In my defense we were under the influence.
If so, was it mixed company: Yes.
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Are you kidding me?
Been caught "doing something": In all likelihood.
Been called a tease: Nope.
Gotten beaten up: No one has even threatened. Maybe because I'm tall?
Shoplifted: Nope.
Changed who you were to fit in: Never.

Layer Eight
Age you hope to be married: Before 40.
Numbers and names of children: Two boys. Reaver and Kolya, ha ha.
Describe your dream wedding: Only the bride, the officiating officer, and the minimum number of witnesses present.
How do you want to die: Struck by lightning. Twice.
Where you want to go to college: I already went. Ateneo de Manila.
What do you want to be when you grow up: A grandfather.
What country would you most like to visit: Nowhere, really.

Layer Nine
Number of drugs taken illegally: Zip. Hard to believe, ain't it?
Number of people I could trust with my life: Five?
Number of CDs that I own: Less than ten, he he.
Number of piercings: Just the one on my left earlobe
Number of tattoos: Zero so far. But see me after my 25th birthday.
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: Once, in the Manila Bulletin.
Number of scars on my body: Uncountable. From chicken pox, from a hyperactive childhood...
Number of things in my past that I regret: Many for sure, but I've managed to forget most of them.

Friday, March 12, 2004

Friday Five

What was the last song you heard? "Megalomaniac," by Incubus. What were the last two movies you saw? Chasing Liberty last February 18 and Lost in Translation last March 5. What were the last three things you purchased? Yesterday's lunch, last night's cigs, and today's lunch. What four things do you need to do this weekend? Sleep, eat, play Age of Empires, and sleep some more Who are the last five people you talked to? My officemates Maru, Leny, JP, Cathy, and Rochelle.

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

What I Don't Want For Christmas

An officemate referred me to this sick, sick site. A sample blurb:
"The cube kitty makes an ideal toy for children of all ages, from infant and up, and while still in the containment vessel can even double as playroom furniture!"
Ugh. Some say it's a hoax but still—ugh.


I woke up around 2 a.m. today. Tossed and turned but gave up trying to sleep after a while. I looked around. Nothing moved, except the electric fan. I went to the balcony and mummified myself with a blue flannel blanket. The cold cut deep. I decided to write a bit. Some for work, some for the spirit. One may yet end up here. I also read a book that's older than me, Arnold Schwarzenegger's 1977 autobiography Arnold: The Education of a Bodybuilder. But mostly I gawked at the pictures. Man, was this dude built back in the day! He had a more angular face too, and his nose was a continent, but there's nothing a few thousand dollars' worth of plastic surgery can't fix. When it was time to prepare to go to work I did so reluctantly. The sun felt good and I wanted to stay in. A good start, all in all.

Tuesday, March 9, 2004


Am I the only one who thinks the new radio ad for Wendy's shrimp sandwich is really irritating? I rarely tune in but each time I do I hear that commercial. And it makes me want to beat the crap out of the radio. Does anyone knows which ad agency is responsible for it? Gusto ko silang tapunan ng molotov cocktail.

Sunday, March 7, 2004

"Lip My Stockings!"

We ended up watching Lost in Translation, a movie written and directed by Sofia Coppola.

The film is about two Americans who become fast friends after meeting in a bar at their hotel in Tokyo. One is a movie star (Bill Murray) who is shooting a commercial for a Japan-made whiskey; the other is a young married woman (Scarlett Johansson) whom her husband always leaves behind. And the more the two explore Tokyo, the more they get to know each other.

It's easy to like this movie. Murray's performance was superb and he had the funniest scenes. Johansson made a big splash and she's a refreshing presence. The cinematography was excellent and the soundtrack wonderful, if eclectic. The official website also kicked ass.

But what makes a movie great is more than just the sum of its good parts. I can't put my finger on it but somehow the movie didn't translate well with me. At this point I don't think it deserved the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay, but I'll reserve final judgment until after I see its co-nominees.

All In The Family

The other day I hung out with my favorite kulot, who was in the Ayala area for a job interview. She had a map of Makati and an industrial-strength umbrella in her hands. First we lunched with Y at The Enterprise. After that we went to 6750 and said hi to J. Then on a whim, we decided to watch a movie in Megamall. At the MRT station, we waited for the train beside a grandmother-mother-granddaughter trio. When it arrived the grandmother got in behind us, but the doors closed before mother and granddaughter could follow, or grandmother could step out. Worse, the mother had their tickets. "Hihintayin ko kayo sa Cubao," the grandmother said as the train pulled away. Her companions could only look on. Since Kulot and I went down at the Ortigas station, we don't know what happened next. Here's hoping they found each other. The metro is such a small place—we bumped into into her dad at Powerbooks. But he didn't go to the movie with us. On our way to the cinemas we saw a crowd watching someone play a honky-tonk tune on a for-sale piano. We went for a closer look. The piano player was an old man, and he put on a show. I spotted a boy in a stroller clapping and bouncing. The old man smiled throughout his performance, acknowledging the appreciative looks from his audience. When he finally finished the crowd broke into an applause. The old man smiled even wider and bowed. After the movie we watched the concert of the Philippine Army Band. It was such fun to see men in uniform play rousing—and loud—marches and popular old tunes. Afterwards Kulot and I met her dad, who had gone shopping for Discovery Channel VCDs. We went to a Japanese restaurant they frequented (the waiters' Long time no see, Ma'am, welcome back! was a clue). Before long her older sister arrived. After the meal I went my separate way, but not before wrangling an invite to their next gun shoot, which I think is two weeks from now. Yehey! Hours later, Kulot texted that her dad thought I was "mabait." Blush, I texted back.

Friday, March 5, 2004

Friday Five

What was... ...your first grade teacher's name? Teacher Lilibeth. I forget her last name. ...your favorite Saturday morning cartoon? Tiger Sharks. ...the name of your very first best friend? Dondon Evangelista. He's married now, I think. ...your favorite breakfast cereal? Cereals weren't in our grocery list. ...your favorite thing to do after school? Play kickball.


Nakita ko 'to na nakaipit sa Xerox ng kaso:
1 Was it your highlighter
I found in
my bag?

2 Natanggal 'yung takip
kaya ayun,
'yung libro ni Fulghum

3 (which isn't

4 It seems you have
the same
effect on me—

5 puro bleeding.

6 Hirap pa namang
As hard as
erasing a Stabilo
mark on book paper.

7 How do I
explain this?

8 Tsk, tsk. Ayoko na ng Tanduay,
di na s'ya

9 Pero ok na rin.
I'm learning.

10 Kaso purple?

11 Sana yellow
na lang.
Easy on the

Thursday, March 4, 2004

If Only Life Would Clean As Easily

I finally got around to getting rid of the papers I accumulated in my five semesters in law school. After I went on a leave of absence, they collected dust in a corner of my room. I don't know why I even kept them. Maybe unconsciously I wanted to return. Maybe I'm just a pack rat.

It took me the whole of yesterday afternoon to finish cleaning up. It took me awhile because I couldn't help re-reading some papers, especially those that contained in-class conversations with seatmates along the margins. For example:
-Astig porma ni Sir, a
-Oo nga, terno hanggang medyas
-Mag-go-golf 'ata pagkatapos

-Pusta ako na susunod na tatawagin
-Labas ka, kunyari iihi
My trick sinus didn't help, either. I'm no longer singkit—my eyeballs bugged out from all my sneezing.

In the end, everything went. Photocopies of cases, articles, reviewers, case digests, sample exams, notes, blue books, various forms...

When I stacked them up, the boxes reached my armpits. I've practically killed a forest! I thought of burning them but I decided to just sell 'em to the first bote-diyaryo-garapa dude who will come along. It wouldn't hurt to recoup a fraction of the money I spent on those papers.

Tuesday, March 2, 2004


As part of an ongoing experiment I haven't turned my phone on in a week. This blog is now one of my few remaining links to the outside world. And I haven't been updating it. Who knows, it might be next.

Last Song Syndrome

Isang linggo ko nang "last song" 'to.
"Fell On Black Days" by Soundgarden

Whatsoever I've feared has come to life
Whatsoever I've fought off became my life
Just when everyday seemed to greet me with a smile
Sunspots have faded
And now I'm doing time
Cause I fell on black days

Whomsoever I've cured I've sickened now
Whomsoever I've cradled I've put you down
I'm a search light soul they say
But I can't see it in the night
I'm only faking when I get it right
Cause I fell on black days
How would I know
That this could be my fate

So what you wanted to see good has made you blind
And what you wanted to be yours has made it mine
So don't you lock up something that you wanted to see fly
Hands are for shaking
No, not tying
No, not tying

I sure don't mind a change
But I fell on black days
How would I know
That this could be my fate