Saturday, April 30, 2005

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Mr. Gosh is a character from Roman Dirge's Lenore series. He's in love with the titular character, a cute little dead girl who doesn't reciprocate his feelings. In Issue #6 there's "Mr. Gosh's Poem," the most tragicomic I've ever come across. The third to the last panel is particularly awesome:

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Crazy Boy

I found the blog of one of my freshman English classmates by accident. To be sure, I asked if he was who I thought he was. This was the reply:
Darn it, Sean! He's found us out!)

(Shhh! Keep it down already!)

(This is all your fault! You had to write a couple of entries on that stupid blog!)

(ME? You started the blog in the first place!)

(All right, all right... just lay low and let me do the talking.)

(Yeah, but you'd better do a good job this time. When you got that IRS agent...)

(Will you shut up about the IRS agent already? The crocodiles and lemon meringue pies weren't that bad, you know!)

(Just answer him already! The dictaphone's on!)

(Oh, okay, okay. Just keep quiet for a bit. Ahem...)

Um, er, ah... am I Sean from M1? Ummm... no. I'm his, umm... evil twin! Yeah, that's it! I'm his evil twin, dedicated to sowing the seeds of destruction wherever I go. Mwahahahaha!

(Way to go, Sherlock.)

(Hey, you just try to think up a better response!)

(You think he fell for it?)

(Dunno.)

...
I laughed so hard reading. Either he's very intelligent or very crazy to write that way. And in all likelihood, he's both. Which makes me wonder why we were placed in the same class.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Friday, April 22, 2005

P.P.S.

The network firewall in a friend's office classified his blog under the category "Personal/Dating" and therefore, unfit for viewing. My condolences, ha ha.

Get Well, Padi

A boardmate and I went to New Medical City along Ortigas Avenue last night to check on a former Barangka Boy who figured in a horrible vehicular accident at the North Luzon Expressway. The mishap occurred while my friend was on his way to a badminton game, which belies the claim that badminton is good for the health.

"Have you eaten? Have some donuts," my friend greeted even before I said my hellos. Bedridden, raspy-voiced, and medicated up the wazoo he was already playing the gracious host. I knew then he was well on his way to recovery. And if there was any doubt as to that prognosis, my friend's naughty, sotto voce suggestion to his girlfriend erased it. Lucky dog.


They say New Medical City is going to be the partner of the soon-to-be-opened Ateneo School of Medicine. It's a beautiful hospital. But as soon as you get there you'll get the idea that it would cost an arm and a leg (plus a spleen) to be treated there. There's a Starbucks outlet at the ground floor, for crying out loud.

A weird thing, though. On the wall of my friend's room there's a green "Presence" button. I wondered what it did, summon a spectre? I didn't dare ask the nurses, though, because they had a Mildred Ratched vibe—they looked like they wouldn't think twice about stabbing you in the neck with a syringeful of tranquilizer if you rubbed 'em the wrong way.

P.S.

From the hospital my boardmate and I went to 70's Bistro along Anonas Street in Quezon City. We hoped to catch a good band but when we arrived, Asin was onstage. Our enthusiasm evaporated. No offense to the legendary group, but I just didn't feel like listening to "NPA music" then. I deal with urban poor issues at work; I don't need to hear songs about it when I'm unwinding. When we proceeded to Freedom Bar we were told it had stopped operating, so we decided to drink at home instead. Two words and a mathematical symbol: rum = yum.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Lucky Break

A friend dodged a bullet with the election of Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger as the new Pope. His money was on Cardinal Oscar Maradiaga and he (half-seriously) vowed to go back to the Church if the College of Cardinals picked Maradiaga. Too bad they didn't. (You don't need an excuse, bro. And that's all I'm going to say about that.) I myself have misgivings about the new Pope Benedict XVI. As a Cardinal he had no love for Liberation Theology, one of the best (and hardest) Theology subjects I took in college. There's also his advanced age. God forbid we need another one of these Papal conclaves within the next ten years.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

Great News

This is exciting news. :
Michael Bay may direct 'Transformers'

LOS ANGELES, California (Hollywood Reporter) -- Michael Bay is in talks to direct the DreamWorks/Paramount live-action adaptation of "The Transformers," Hasbro's popular 1980s toy line of giant robots that morph into cars, trucks, planes, ships and other technological creations.

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A couple of weeks back I saw a Citro├źn ad where the car transformed into a robot that danced, which means the technology needed to make a live-action Transformers movie is available. But they better not kill Optimus Prime again.

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Am Not Flattered

Last Wednesday I attended a conference at World Bank's offices in Ortigas Center as a last-minute replacement for my boss.

In the middle of a talk during the morning session I caught a sudden movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look. A guy was getting food from the snack table ahead of schedule. When I saw what it was I went turned my attention back to the speaker.

Seconds later someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was the same guy. And he was smiling at me! I was positive I didn't know him so I went back to listening.


During the afternoon break I talked with a fellow attendee who was batchmate in college as we fell in line to get snacks. Suddenly I felt a hand sliding down my upper arm. By now I'm sure you can guess who it was.

"Excuse me, are you from the seminary?" the guy asked.

"No," I said curtly. Two previous instances when complete strangers asked me that same question came to mind.

The guy tried again. "You look like someone I know. Have I met you before?"

"No," I said, much firmer this time.

The guy walked away. When I turned, my batchmate was trying his best to suppress a laugh. He saw the whole thing.

"Not a word," I told him.


Did I miss a memo? Since when did Are you from the seminary? become a standard chat-up line?

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Talk To My Lawyers

The Supreme Court released the 2004 Bar Examination results last Friday night. By my count, fifteen of my former blockmates passed, including the 2nd and 9th placers. Not too shabby for a block whose motto is Study hard, party harder, huh? Congratulations, guys. Behave.

Saturday, April 9, 2005

Gush

[Image grabbed from here.]

Ahhh, Closer. Where do I start?

It's well-directed, -written, -shot, and -acted in. And since it starts and ends with a Natalie Portman slo-mo, everything in between is just gravy.

Wednesday, April 6, 2005

Evil Thought For The Day

For work I had to write a recommendation letter for a DLSU College Admissions Entrance Exam passer who's applying for a scholarship grant with an accounting firm. Halfway through it occurred to me to refuse the task on the grounds of loyalty and morality—as an Atenean I cannot help add to the number of La Sallites in the world. That thought, however, went as soon as it came. I can't get in the way of a bright young future. Who knows, that kid might go on to become my colleague someday. Long story short I finished the letter, although writing superlative adjectives in reference to La Salle and the quality of the education it provides made my skin crawl. I will go to confession later.

Monday, April 4, 2005

Me And My Big Mouth

When I said in a previous post that the Pope should retire, I didn't mean retire retire. How sad that that's what just happened.

Vaya con Dios, JPII.

Saturday, April 2, 2005

Rearranged

The letters of my name can be jumbled to form "Poetical Rambo." Nice, isn't it? I think I've found the next title of this blog.

Friday, April 1, 2005

Ending

Pope John Paul II should retire. He looks so frail it's heartbreaking. Last Easter, despite a number of attempts he was still unable to speak to give the traditional Easter blessings. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm guessing the Roman Catholic Church hierarchy is waiting for JPII to pass away before electing a new Pope. This prevents a scenario where there are two or more individuals claiming to be the rightful Pope, which happened in the late 14th century. Today, however, that scenario is remote. Pope John Paul II is too burdened by age and illness to be participate in a divisive contest of legitimacy. He has Parkinson's disease. He breathes with the help of a tube in his windpipe and gets nutrition via a feeding tube through his nose. His spirit may be willing, but his flesh is definitely weak. Nowadays I think he's the administrator of the Church anymore—it's his top lieutenants who are running the show, so to speak. This sounds cynical, but it's not impossible that his aides are propping JPII up to hold on to their posts. Don't get me wrong, I like John Paul II. He has been the only Pope in my lifetime. I just think the man should have his rest. He has earned it.