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My Heroes

Thursday, September 27th, 2007

All of us have dreams when we were kids. The kind of ambition that enriched our dreams and spurred us to choose paths that (we think) would take us closer to that goal. When I was a kid, all I wanted to do was to write and make music (and play video games but that’s already a given). Well, I fulfilled the latter during high school and college when I became an underground legend. As for the writing… well, I’m writing now but it’s not exactly the way I always pictured it to be. I guess there was a little bamboozling involved but no one knows. When I was in a band, sure I wrote some of our material (it was more of a group thing). Anyway, for today’s post, I decided to post my heroes (musically of course): bands that really captured my admiration and attention and I still listen to today. I also included sample lyrics and a link to their video. It may not necessarily be the same song as the lyrics.

 

A Static Lullaby http://youtube.com/watch?v=cfdSwcvWDwE

 

“The Shooting Star That Destroyed Us All”
A star up in the sky
A Poem to the dead
Let this mistake
Bring a vivid crystal to her eyes
So drain out my lungs
Before the fluid brings a choke
I can not inhale the sparkle of your voice
A star up in the sky
A Poem to the dead
Let this mistake
Bring a vivid crystal to her eyes
So drain out my lungs
Before the fluid brings a choke
I can not inhale the sparkle of your voice
Let me walk on high wire of rusty nails
While barefoot shedding the flesh of our existence
I wanted to break the fall
A star up in the sky
A poem to the dead
Let this mistake
Bring a vivid crystal to her eyes
So drain out my lungs
Before the fluid brings a choke
I can not inhale the sparkle of your voice

Now’s the time
Now’s the time
The more I try
The more I lose
But today
Will you remember me ?
But today
Will you remember me ?
But today
Your eyes

 
They shine
Walking home
Street lights go out

A star up in the sky
A poem to the dead
Let this mistake
Bring a vivid crystal to her eyes
So drain out my lungs
Before the fluid brings a choke
I can not inhale the sparkle of your voice

 

Rise Against http://youtube.com/watch?v=Yq0FM-cAVj8

 

Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse
Let’s unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave till the end,
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand
I’ve been here so long, I think that it’s time to move
The winter’s so cold, summer’s over too soon
Let’s pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
I’ve got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we’ve had some times, I wouldn’t trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave till the end,
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand….until you hold my hand
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse
Let’s unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave till the end,
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand

 

Straylight Run http://youtube.com/watch?v=E8E0Afc7Heg

 

“Existentialism On Prom Night”
When the sun came up,
We were sleeping in,
Sunk inside our blankets,
Sprawled across the bed,
And we were dreaming,
There are moments when,
When I know it and
The world revolves around us,
And we’re keeping it,
Keep it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable all knowing,
Sing like you think no one’s listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, kill for this
Sing like you think no one’s listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would…
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything,
we’re glad for what we’ve got,
Done with what we’ve lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us,
Sing like you think no one’s listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would,
Sing like you think no one’s listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would….
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything.

 

Saosin (pronounced Say-Ocean) http://youtube.com/watch?v=uhD8WnBQQIw

 

“You’re Not Alone”
It’s just like him
To wander off in the evergreen park
Slowly searching for any sign
Of the ones he used to love..
He says he’s got nothing left to live for
(He says he’s got nothing left…)
And this time I think you’ll know..
You’re not alone
There is more to this, I know
You can make it out
You will live to tell
She’s just like him
Spoiled rotten
Confused by the lies she’s been fed
And she’s searching for no one..
(But herself)
Her eyes turn to green and she seems to be happy
That she is here
And this time I think you’ll know…
You’re not alone
There is more to this, I know
You can make it out
You will live to tell
You’re not alone
There is more to this, I know
You can make it out
(There is more to know)
We’re not alone
There is more to this, I know
You can make it out
You will live to tell..
(So tell me)
You’re not alone
There is more to this, I know
You can make it out
(Make it out)
You will live to tell
(Live to tell)
You’re not alone
There is more to this, I know
(And I know)
You can make it out
You will live to tell..
You are not alone.
You’re not, you’re not alone.

 

Thrice http://youtube.com/watch?v=IDzl6ZQpSOo

 

“The Artist In The Ambulance”
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can’t stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
They flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone
Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger
And I realize that empty words are not enough
I’m left here with the question of just
What have I to show except the promises I never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets
[Chorus:]
I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
Look around and you’ll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
It gets me down but I’m still gonna try to do what’s right, I know that there’s
A difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
There’s a line drawn in the sand, I’m working up the will to cross it and
[Chorus]
Rhetoric can’t raise the dead
I’m sick of always talking when there’s no change
Rhetoric can’t raise the dead
I’m sick of empty words, let’s lead and not follow
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can’t stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the
Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
They’ve given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance
[Chorus]
Can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound

 

Rufio http://youtube.com/watch?v=jCkEj-6dpQw

 

“White Lights”
honestly, with the things i’ve seen
it seems as though we fly
stories go, stories leave
they imprint on my mind
be honest, we’ll be afraid
falling, over again
time is wasted and gone
life is passing on again
the white lights leading you on
is this the end?
so this is what you want to be
held too close for eyes to see
your fantasy, turn to misery
be honest, but be afraid
falling, over again
time is wasted and gone
life is passing on again
the white lights leading you on
is this the end?
i can’t see what’s on your mind
all i know’s you’re bored again
In existence you will find
while you’re alive
time is wasted and gone
life is passing on again
the white lights leading you on
is this the end?
time is wasted and gone
life is passing on again
the white lights leading you on
is this the end…

 

AFI (A Fire Inside) http://youtube.com/watch?v=W3wH6y6-768

 

“Endlessly, She Said”
Walked into our world and made horrible sounds.
I can still hear them today. Strangely, they seem
beautiful now though they outlast my love.
Still, each time I always meant
every word, every one.
Though, in time they finally bent
every word, every one, every word.
“I will wait for you”,
she said, “endlessly”.
“I will wait for you.”
So spoke misery.
I returned to you but found my empty home.
The radio told me to stay. As it burned down I sang alone.
You will outlast my love.
Still, each time I always meant
every word, every one.
Though, in time they finally bent
every word, every one, every word.
“I will wait for you”,
she said, “endlessly”.
“I will wait for you.”
So spoke misery.
Oh…
I have been waiting for you,
biting as you taught me to.
I have come to relieve you
of life and love.
I will wait for you.
I will wait for you.
I will wait for you.
I will wait.
(I will wait)
“I will wait for you”,
(I will wait)
she said, “endlessly”.
“I will wait for you.”
(I will wait)
So spoke misery.
“I will wait for you, wait for you,
endlessly.”
“I will wait for you.”
So spoke, so spoke
misery.
And I will bite
Straight through…
As I wait for you
Dear… Endlessly

 

Coheed & Cambria http://youtube.com/watch?v=BsgOl-vedtA

“Neverender”
when you’ve gone about things all wrong
bury them here,
with the lifetime you would never regret
in savoring sleep,
what do you mean i toss
and turn everywhere?
i’ll miss you when you’re gone
in pretending that you meant
the world to me
with that you’d call me a liar
and in the making mistakes
you’ll rest incomplete
(i’ll be home) in graver mistakes dear mom and dad,
i write you in this letter (i’ll be moving on) that states
when the new days begun (new days begun)
forget your son when he’s out on his own
when the hand reads 7:30
and your night begins to sink
in the short but faster fall
anxious but calm retort
to a mirror that frames your face
baring the finest swell
when the day begins to break
like the tears that run across your cheek
stand straight and imagine you then
in the things and the way they could have been
when the thoughts they race across your chin
here in the Neverend
(i’ll be home) in graver mistakes dear mom and dad,
i write you in this letter (i’ll be moving on) that states scratched through
when the new days begun (new days begun)
forget your son when he’s out on his own
point your gun in another direction
now that you’ve cried yourself to sleep
point your gun in another direction
now that you’ve cried yourself to sleep
here in there after the fire
(before you walk home) peace and figuring will he be home again?
(signal loss and stereo) with wide open windows will she be waiting for
(the sounds surround the overpass) with severed arm placement when the day’s dark, old and dead
(a dead man against you) we’ll write her a letter with long time passing
(i’ll be home) in graver mistakes dear mom and dad,
i write you in this letter (i’ll be moving on) that states
when the new days begun (new days begun)
don’t forget son when he’s out on his own
point your gun in another direction
now that you’ve cried yourself to sleep
point your gun in another direction
now that you’ve cried yourself to sleep
here in there after the fire
after the fire
(i’ll be home to say i love you and i’ll be moving on)
and I’ll be bigger
and I’ll be bigger

 

There you go. I’m sharing a piece of my soul here. hahaha. if you want to be “re-educated” through “miseducation”, leave me a message and you’ll embark on a musical journey you won’t soon forget.

 

 

Unsung Heroes

Wednesday, September 26th, 2007

I commute a lot, there’s no hiding that fact. I’ve come to love traveling through the arteries of the metro on public transportation. It’s fun, educational, adventurous and sometimes scary but exhilarating nonetheless. More often than not, I see or hear things that no owner of a private vehicle encounters, stuff that only a commuter experiences such as a crazy bus driver from hell, a shout-out inside the metro train, a jeepney driver with arm, or maybe a nun picking her nose. Those are the kinds of things that are fun and entertaining. I say fun too many times. Anyway, my post today is not about superheroes or idol musicians. No, today my post is about unsung heroes you find on the road. No, not roadkill.

INSTEAD.

 

The heroes I’m talking about are the courteous people you find in the train. People who don’t push other people so they can get in. People who actually MAKE ROOM so that other people can get off the train. Ah, it’s such a nice feeling to run into these people for it makes commuting a lot more bearable. The other day, usual mrt day, of course, every mrt passenger cringes everytime the train is about to stop at Cubao Station because in this station, all humanity is thrown out the window. The concept of man, woman and child are alien to people here. Here, it’s every man for himself. Push or die. Ride or wait. Okay sure, everyone is in a hurry to get to where ever they need to be but that does not give you the right to push and squeeze beyond imagination. It’s retarded really.

 

SO ANYWAY.

 

Train left quezon ave and we were already packed like a Snoop Dogg concert but it was still bearable. Of course, come Cubao avenue, everyone braces for the worst. To my surprise, the ones near the door, whom i like to call “the frontline” - the only thing standing in between the cubao people and the people inside the train, didn’t budge! They were like “pare, puno na. next train na kayo.” They were actually HOLDING OFF the people just attempting to get in. Of course, it was really already tight inside. All i could do to thank the frontliners was laugh a little inside, thinking how much guts it took to tell those people that “chong wala na talaga” and still hold their place. Amazing.

 

God Bless You, Sirs.

The Simpsons Top 10

Tuesday, September 25th, 2007

I’m an incredibly huge Simpsons fan. They’ve been part of my childhood for as long as I can remember and they are one of the biggest influences on the formation of my sense of humor. What’s amazing is that they’ve been on air for almost 20 years now and they don’t show any signs of slowing down. As an homage, I would like to post my TOP TEN Springfielder here.

10. Mayor “Diamond” Joe Quimby

The monogamous, corrupt and surprisingly funny Mayor of Springfield is at number 10. He’s in this list because he epitomizes what’s wrong with Springfield city. All he cares about is himself and getting more women. Which is funny.“Okay, today we will discuss what we will do with the ummm ahhh 2 million dollars”

“Don’t you mean 3 million dollars?”

“Of course….. how silly of me”
9.Waylon Smithers

The executive assistant and right hand man of Mr Burns, Smithers is like the textbook definition of the loyal follower. He does everything for Burns: cleans, cooks, shops, bathes… he even removes the skin of a spanish peanut for Mr. Burns. He’s in this list because his undying love for Mr. Burns is funny in its own way.

“But sir, you can’t block out the sun! Owls will deafen us with incessant hooting!”

8. Dr. Julius Hibbert

Julius Hibbert is the kind-hearted, genius doctor of Springfield. Hibbert is noticeably less dysfunctional than just about everyone else on the show, though he does have a bizarre tendency to chuckle at inappropriate moments. He also gives questionable solutions to certain medical problems. How can you not like that?!

“How can a baby save the life of a full-grown man?”

“It’s very simple. When an adult’s life is in danger, a child can summon superhuman strength!”

7. Police Chief Clancy Wiggum

He is an extreme stereotype: morbidly obese, dim witted, ignorant, grossly incompetent, and lazy, with a fondness for doughnuts and “Chintzy Pop”. He does have redeeming qualities though: he loves his family very much and shows great patience for his son, Ralph. His kind-heartedness and ignorance nets him a spot in this list.

“Can’t you people solve these problems yourselves? I mean we can’t be ‘policing’ the whole city. Geez, why don’t you just take the law into your hands?”

6. Carl Carlson & Lenny Leonard

Two of Homer’s best pals, Lenny and Carl are often portrayed being more than just friends… if you know what I mean but it’s more like Lenny just looks at Carl like this big hero because Carl is often referred to as one of the most goodlooking guys in springfield. These two are faithful buddhists and are rarely seen apart. In one episode, Lenny saw a version of his own heaven where all the angels were Carl.

5. Grampa Simpson

The senile, often inaccurate father of Homer lands at number 5. This guy is so funny because his stories are incoherent and don’t make sense. He finds himself in situation that he doesn’t know how he got there in the first place, not to mention the time when a turtle stole his fake teeth and he had to chase the turtle. Yay.

“We can’t bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell ‘em stories that don’t go anywhere—like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ‘em. ‘Give me five bees for a quarter,’ you’d say.
“Now where were we? Oh yeah—the important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn’t have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones…”

4. Barney Gumble

Homer’s best friend and the town drunk. He was Harvard-bound until Homer introduced him to beer, sadly the night before the SAT. He has a broken voice and a very distinct belch but he possesses a fantastic Irish singing voice when he replaced Wiggum in the barbershop quartet called “The Be Sharps”. His addiction to alcohol and lame-brain schemes land him at number 4.

Moe: “You’ll be back! and so will you, and you and you” *points at Barney*

Barney: “Of course I’ll be back, if you never closed, I’d never leave!”

3. Moe Szyslack

“Kid Gorgeous”, “Kid Presentable”, “Kid Gruesome”, and “Kid Moe.” were the names Moe used during his stint as a professional boxer, but now, he’s just the only employee and proprietor of Moe’s Tavern. I love him because he’s constantly trying to steal Marge (whom he always refers to as Midge) from Homer. He is also Bart’s number one target for prank calls. Moe lands at number 3 because his in-your-face attitude and disregard for his patrons’ health makes people laugh all over the world.

“If I ever catch you I’m gonna pull your eyes out and shove ‘em down your pants, so you can watch me kick the crap out of you, then I’m gonna use your tongue to paint my boat”

2. Homer Jay SImpson

Ah, the big man himself. What would a Simpsons Top Ten be without Homer Jay Simpson? Well, this is pretty self-explanatory: this guy IS funny. Everything he does is a comic act. His idiotic comments and retarded actions and his surprisingly deep love for his family have found a place in each fan’s heart. Homer is here to stay.

“Look Dad, this dog can do everything: he can do backflips, save people from fire, use the toilet AND answer the phone!”

“Awww this dog has had more education than I did!”

1. Charles Montgomery Burns

He was originally slated to be a recurring villain, dropping by from time to time to hassle the Simpson family but fans liked him so much that he became a permanent part of the cast. The oldest man in Springfield (who has a social security number of 000-000-002) is also the richest. He is evil, cruel and loves to torment people. He has many traps in his office. The most wicked one would be a tube sucking people out of his room and brings them to a palace in Morocco where his victims are forced to dance. This man trumps Homer because he uses a more subtle form of physical comedy and his weakness is often displayed. One time, he drowned in his tub because Smithers accidentally left a sponge on top of his head.

“Look at all the wonderful things you have Mr. Burns: King Arthur’s Excalibur, the only painting of Mark Twain not wearing clothes and the first draft of the constitution with the word ’suckers’ in it.”

“Bah! Trash… I want my teddy!”

Whew, that was long. There you have it, folks: my top ten simpsons list. Who are your favorite characters? tell me!

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The Animal Song

Monday, September 24th, 2007

Rukia’s blog is chocful of meaningful questions about life or just some random hoohah worth answering. :D  She asks if you could be an animal, what would you want to be? Well, I always liked dragons. Do they count as animals? Well maybe they do. Dragons are fantastic, sexy and powerful. In the Dungeons and Dragons series, there are 2 kinds of dragons: the chromatic and the metallic. Metallic dragoons are the good dragons (gold, silver, bronze etc) that protect people while chromatic dragons (red, black, green etc). I’ve always adored Silver Dragons. I even made a character who is a half-silver dragon, half-high elf Paladin. :D Anyway, check out how sexy this silver dragon is:

 

Oh yeah. :D what would YOU want to be?

And The Winner Is…

Monday, September 24th, 2007

Here we have it: After a grueling tournament, we are down with 2 contenders: the infamous, unholy warrior Spawn and Cloud Strife, the buster-sword wielding, hair-gel using soldier from the Final Fantasy 7 series. So who won?

 

I’m ATTEMPTING to sort of tell the story of how one defeated the other. I’m no writer but this way makes it more interesting. apeer.

 

   vs

 

 

Cloud walks into a bar packed with patrons. As he enters, he recieves curious stares from the patron but then they quickly return to what they were doing before he entered the place. Cloud looks around, looking for his quarry, at last, he finds it and quickly makes a beeline to a corner table hidden in the shadows under the stairs.

 

“You’re late.” says the fat man sitting by the table.

 

“Forgive me, this place is not easy to find. You’re V, I presume?” replies Cloud while resting his sword on the tavern wall.

 

“Yes. Sit.”

 

There was something strange about this man, Cloud thought, noticing that no matter how he angled himself, the shadows seemed to cover his face. Resigned, Cloud sat back and waited for instructions from the fat man.

 

“His name is Spawn. He is an unholy warrior sent here as the scourge from the underworld. He must be stopped.” stated V.

 

With unnatural speed, V, clutched Cloud’s wrist with a grimey hand. He was strong enough that a startled Cloud could not break his hold.

 

“Do not move, I’ll show you where to find him.” said V as he used his fingers to draw some sort of archaic symbol on Cloud’s right wrist. The symbol glowed and then disappeared into the mercenary’s flesh and V quickly released his hold as the symbol vanished.

 

Cloud’s mind raced; images of a one named Spawn flashed in his mind. From what he could see, this Spawn was not of this world and he deduced that this man is a big threat that should be dealt with quickly. When Cloud regained control of himself, he was all alone. His contact, V, was gone and all that was left was a note saying “Tell him Violator sent you. He’ll understand.”

 

With the mission placed on him, Cloud quickly left the bar, hopped on Fenrir and sped off.

 

——————————————————————————————————————————————–

 

Cloud pulled up into an empty street. He disembarked his motorbike, strapped his buster sword and entered a dark alley. It was unusually chilly, and he felt a sort of anxiety creep over him. He was certain that Spawn would show up soon enough so he unstrapped his sword and prepared for anything that was about to spring out of the shadows. Sure enough, as soon as he readied his weapon, chains emerged from every dark corner of the alley. His fighting instincts kicking in, Cloud ducked and slashed at the incoming chains and headed to the open street. Deterred but not defeated, the animate chains lunged at the retreating Cloud. The nimble mercenary jumped, ducked, slashed, parried and did everything to escaped metallic pursuers but one luckily grabbed at his foot and instantly yanked him back into the alley. What happened was all too fast and he suddenly found himself dangling over a balcony of a church spire. The chains all stemmed from the shadows, he knew that whoever commanded these chains was in the shadows.

 

“Who sent you?” Asked a gravelly voice.

 

“What?” asked Cloud. He was trying to provoke his captor to come out of the shadows.

 

And sure enough, his captor stepped out and it was indeed Spawn, his target. His eyes gave of an eerie-green glow. His cape swirled behind him and the chains he commanded came out of his body and was now floating around like tentacles.

 

“Who sent you?” asked Spawn again.

 

“Violator…” whispered Cloud. Instantly, Cloud produced a metal sphere from his belt pouch and threw it at Spawn. The dark room was quickly filled with a bright light. Momentarily distracted, Spawn loosened his hold on Cloud, Despite being blinded as well, Cloud knew all too well that situation he was in and quickly sprang into action. He knew that Spawn was standing directly in front of he performed quick slashes at his location and true enough, they found their mark. Spawn howled in pain but he too, being a soldier of the underworld as well, quickly set his chain-hooks into action. Two of them nicked Cloud in the arm and one on the leg. With their vision returning, the two fighters squared off and studied each other. To Cloud’s surprise, the wounds dealt by his sword on Spawn’s chest quickly healed up.

 

Sensing that he must attack hard and fast, Cloud was quickly on the offensive again, this time slamming his blade on the floor and releasing a wave of force towards Spawn. Spawn did not react quickly and got hit square on the chest and hurling him through the wall and out of the spire. However, Spawn was aware of what was happening and quickly reacted by summoning green energy blasts from his hands and blew up the spire. Emerging from the collapsing rubble, Cloud lunged, this time hurling his sword at the unsuspecting warrior. The sword planted itself squarely on Spawn’s chest again and before he knew it, Cloud was right on top of him, forcing the blade further into his body. Spawn, knowing that this was his only chance if he wanted to end the fight early, commanded his chains to wrap Cloud’s limbs. Grimacing, Spawn pulled Cloud and his sword closer to him, the mercenary, unable to fight back due to the trapping chains, couldn’t do anything but watch as Spawn wrapped his hands around his head. The two of them crashed loudly onto the street, the blade planted firmly in the pavement with Spawn in the middle. The undead warrior screamed in pain but did not let go of Cloud’s head. His hands glowed green, wrapping the empty street with a weird, sickly green glow. Cloud’s scream filled every corner of the area but Spawn did not still let go.

 

The glow grew brighter and brighter and Cloud’s scream got louder as well and all of a sudden, all was quiet. Spawn let go of Cloud’s head and it was scalded and burned. He let go of the chains and Cloud fell on the pavement with a loud thud. Spawn, grimacing as he removed the blade from his chest, stood up gingerly. He spat at Cloud’s unconscious body as he woozily walked away.

 

THE WINNAH IS: Spawn

 

’nuff said

 

P.S. sorry for the craptastic story writing. I haven’t done this in a long time. Thank MMORPGs for ruining my creativity and skill. :D

 

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A Tribute to the Pinoy Driver

Tuesday, September 18th, 2007

I’d like to take a break from the comic book hero/video game hero melee to share some thoughts on the Filipino driver. Take a look at this piece of machinery:    

 

These bad boys are nothing to sneeze at. Mastering these behemoths takes a lot of skill. Sure, you may scoff at my bold statement but take time to consider this:

 

1. The Jeepney driver is inredibly skilled because first of all, the driver does a lot of OTHER things while he drives. He takes the fare passengers give him. Then he has to calculate how much the fare is and return appropriate change. He has to attune his hearing so that he will easily pick out when a passengers yells out “para!” so he will stop the jeep so that the passenger may get off.

 

2. Next, jeepney drivers don’t have the luxury of rear view mirrors. Everything is pure estimation and calculation.

 

3. Gauges? What gauges? All the gauges on the jeep’s almost non-existent dashboard are purely for display. Once again, estimation and calculation.

 

4. Lastly, and probably the most uncomfortable fact is the jeepney driver’s position as he drives: conventional driving lets you sit DIRECTLY in front of your steering wheel, on the other hand, jeepney drivers sit slightly to the left of the steering wheel because if he sits directly in front of the wheel, he won’t have enough room to maneuver his arms. So in short, tabingi. 

 

 

The same thing goes when driving a bus (ONLY IN THE PHILIPPINES)

 

So, if you can drive in Manila, YOU CAN DRIVE ANYWHERE.   

 

            

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FINALS!

Friday, September 14th, 2007

Well, well, well…. it has come to this! Admittedly, I’m surprised by  the results. Spawn versus Cloud? Wow, who knew right?

 

Results:

 

 

 

 

1.        

 

Winner: Spawn 

 

                                 VS.

 

2.  

 

Winner: Cloud 

 

This is it. Keep voting. I’m going to write a story about how spawn/cloud won. :D

 

 

 

Birthday Pics

Thursday, September 13th, 2007

Birthdays are great, aren’t they? You get to eat and be merry and spend time with friends and do things you don’t usually do during normal days. On birthdays, your tolerance is higher, your appetite is greater and your laughter is heartier. :D Here are some pics of one of the best birthday I’ve attended in while. The celebrant is the vocalist of Typecast - Mr. Steve Badiola.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                       The best thing about a birthday is the cake

Steve taking his love to her room ‘coz she’s tired

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                       Lower East Side Splatter Punks

Onions, bagoong, green mango, adobo, caldereta, nacho chips, cabbage, peppers, and of course, fever.

 

I don’t think i can show the more ummm “adventurous” pics, so if you want more, visit, http://tenspeed.multiply.com

 

 

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Looking Back on Simpler Days

Wednesday, September 12th, 2007

Technology is a wonderful thing: distance is not an issue when it comes to communication, entertainment becomes more involving and vivid, cars are becoming a lot sexier, cell phones are getting smaller and smaller and are now a lot easier to swallow (if you REALLY want to) and well, food is easier to heat up. What I’m saying is, do you still remember the time when 56k modems were king? Were you even alive when even HAVING a sound card was enough to make your other geek friends drool? Today’s generation is taking technology for granted and consequently, they’re becoming a lot more….. spoiled.

 

“EHHH I want that new cell phone where it can take videos, pictures, play music and movies and can even shoot lasers to take down alien space ships!!!!!”

 

“Yuck, your digicam only has 8 megapixels. How droll.”

 

“Look, his cellphone doesn’t play mp3’s! Pathetic.”

 

Man, I have to admit that just hearing kids today moan and throw a hissy-fit just because their gadgets are not “up to par” with society today makes me laugh. I KIND OF miss the times when the only way to make appointments and plans was to call people up using a LANDLINE (seriously, do you still know what this is?) and actually asking if that person is there or not.

 

“Ummm hello? Yeah, is XXXX there? No? Okay, I’ll call back later. Thanks.”

 

See? Much simpler. (I have to admit it was MUCH easier to hide from people then compared to today. :D) Okay, I must confess that I too am a tech freak (I just bought a PC the other day) but I dont whine everytime I don’t get that snazzy new cellphone out on the market. I really don’t see the point of buying a very expensive phone that does everything. Heck, I just need one that can make calls and send messages and have color. That’s it. It’s not like I’m going to marry the phone. Right? Spend 30k on an mp3 player? Why? Buy a cheaper one and save money.

 

Maybe age is getting the better of me. It could be early senility. Or maybe it could just be called “growing-up”. You should try it.

 

 

Simpsons in Real Time

Monday, September 10th, 2007

I’m a huge, huge, huge, huge, huge Simpsons fan. One of my earliest childhood memory was imitating mr. burns’ “Excellent” with matching finger action and raspy voice. I remember when my dad would put on recorded Simpsons episodes while eating breakfast before he took me to school. That show always reminds me of my dad because of those early mornings or maybe because he uncannily resembles Homer Simpson. I searched youtube for good Simpsons clips to pay homage to the world’s most dysfunctional family. Instead, I ran into this:

 

 

THAT IS TRULY AMAZING, not to mention the kid playing Bart has a future in skateboarding.