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The office was in a 45° angle, but the furniture and other fixtures were all firmly planted on the floor; it looked like a scene from the old Batman series on TV from the 60's were the villain's lair was slanted, but all the stuff didn't slide to the lower part of the room. I brought a big jar of Skippy peanut butter and Chicklet brought a loaf of bread. Much to my chagrin, Bitoy ate the whole jar of peanut butter, how could we tell it was him? He got peanut butter smeared all over his face. Amuer luckily had a spare jar, unfortunately Bitoy ate the other jar too...and that was it.

I'll add this one up to my 'weird dreams' list.

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Yesterday felt like Hell was just a block away. Going to the cemetery was horrible! The heat was unbearable, you literally simmered while walking on the pavement. You'd think it's summer all over again; but it's all good...it has been a long time since I visited my grandparents grave...and it was a good chance to see the family again.

Yesterday was a very tiring day...we spent the later part of the day at the mall, milling around, watching peple come and go...checking out stuff for 'future use'; and just passed the time away. My feet hurt like hell, and we were tired from all the walking.

But there's nothing a Banana Split can't cure.

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I tried,
I read,
I wanted to,
I read some more,
I couldn't,
I tried...I really did.

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It's a disorienting day...week even, I lost track of the days and everything is getting hectic.

And on a lighter note, I wish they'd bring back this cartoon...hehe.

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I don't know why but I have been on a cartoon nostalgia trip lately...I think you've noticed from a number of posts I had for the past few days. Maybe it's the fact that I have been too busy and that I don't have time to gather my thoughts and post something worthwile.

That's as if anyting worthwile ever gets posted around here.

I really don't have anything in mind to write so bear with me if I trail off or go and proceed to some rant.

It's almost December and everytime I go out of the house to go to work, it seems like it's the middle of Summer; it's so god damn hot! You get out of the bathroom feeling fresh and smelling like a baby, and by the time you get to the office you're soaked in sweat and you stink like week old socks from the hamper! Would it hurt God to grace us with a bit of rain? A flick of the wrist, a wiggle of his fingers...I don't think producing rain is too much work for a deity of his stature? I think it won't be too much of a hassle...would it?

I think I'm not getting enough sleep. I am often tempted to sneak in a few minutes of sleep after the alarm from my cellphone goes off or after I had breakfast...the curtains hanging from the bedroom door are like a seductress' hand, urging me to enter, calling me...weak as I am, I often give in and I crawl back to bed and close my eyes and slumber — until it's my turn to use the bathroom. Yes, I know — I am a sucker for sleep...isn't everyone?

I have to go back to work...templates need to be done.

My knees hurt...I need to stretch.

Later kids...

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I crashed last night — I went down in flames and thus missing 'Pimp My Ride'.

All I wanted was to put some stuff inside our room, go back out and just relax...maybe have a conversation with the folks about their day at the doctor's and watch some TV. But my plans for a night of rest, relaxation and catching up ended with me curled up in bed, tangled in the sheets my head resting on a hotdog pillow and drooling in deep sleep — next thing I knew it was midnight, Kim woke me up and made me move over to my part of the bed, apparently I slept on the corner.

It seems that I never got out of the bedroom...I shouldn't have lied down. "I'll just lie down for a second, no big deal...a few minutes and I'll be..."

Out like a light!

What was supposed to be a short trip ended up in a night wasted in unintentional sleep. I was tired, but I didn't think I was that tired, guess I was wrong. I have been feeling very weak for the past 2 nights now, I was nauseous and I felt like throwing up...I don't know what's wrong, I'm not sick or anything it's just that I feel so exhausted when I get home, I hardly have time for myself, Kim and the family. Maybe I need a long vacation? I have been working for more or less 5 years now, 3 companies in 5 years...I know that's only a short amount of time and only a fraction compared to someone say, my father who has been working for the same company for the past 28 years. But I am not my father; I try to be in some ways to be as strong and as determined as him. In the 5 years that I have been working, I never had a vacation that exeeded 2 days. I can't even call it a vacation, usually when I go on leave it's for something that I have to do that's important, and I get maybe a day or 2 days off not to relax and and just unwind but to file something, or go to some place and follow up some papers, not quite a relaxing way to spend your vacation now is it?

Can someone be too young to feel burned out, because that's how I feel...maybe I am burned out?

I hope tonight I don't feel the same way I did last night. I felt like shit, I felt useless and I don't like it. I had to let Kim do the dishes for god's sake; not that it's such a hard thing to do or the dishes were piled so high but I know she's also tired from work and she needs all the rest she she can get; what with the baby and all.

I think I'll start taking vitamins or something because this is not good.

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Cartoon time once again...I remember a show called "Saturday Fun Machine" back when I was still in elementary, I practically grew up with that show...some of the cartoons posted are somewhat newer and were not yet around when the show hit Philippine TV screens, but they're still some of my favorites.


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I told you Kim, there was a cartoon show about The Fonz...hehe.

I'm such a geek. I think I'll make this a regular on Saturdays, post some of the old school cartoons I used to love, okay STILL love! hehe

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My father got his sight back yesterday — literally. He went through with his eye operation last Monday and shall we say, he reaped the benefits of a full functioning right eye yesterday by admiring how the scenery around the house looked great, he said the colors and the shape were so vibrant, it seemed ages since he saw such things. Too bad his left eye is far too damaged by his diabetes to be corrected by lazer surgery, but he's thankful he still has his other eye and it's now in good shape. It wasn't even only until yesterday that he got to appreciate the new TV he bought a few months ago, but the biggest reason he is so ecstatic about this new development is the fact that he'll get to see his grandchild soon, with so much clarity, even though it's only with one eye it's better than seeing only blurred outlines and smudged colors. I got home yesterday to see a man bursting with life, energy and a new sense of perspective so to speak. His face clearly showed relief and joy, a burden that he's been carrying for quite a long time suddenly stripped away from his shoulders. He carried that load for so long there were times when he was distant and to some extent he looked forlorn and just wasn't the same person.

I'm thankful just to see him in high spirits.

To see him regain a new sense of hope and happiness, and for him to have something to look forward to and add a new chapter in his colorful life fills me with joy.

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We went to the doctor yesterday for Kim's monthly check up, we braved the morning heat and got to the clinic just in time for Psycho 2. I think the sequel sucks, nothing compares to the original Psycho. I didn't get to finish the film, half way through the movie it was our turn so we had to leave the waiting area.

I got to hear the baby's heart beat this time through some instrument (I forgot the name) and it was quite the experience. I have heard it before when Kim had the ultrasound but yesterday felt like hearing it again for the first time. It's such a rush just to hear it echo through the doctor's office.

Everything's going well so far, the doctor says by this month the baby starts to kick, although it's not quite evident because of the baby's size, you can still feel something...Kim says the whole idea kicks ass.

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Laugh all you want at the costumes and the cheesy poses, but Venom still kicks ass...they have axes and sharp studs on their bracelets so they can actually maim and kill. If Creed were still around, Cronos could eat those pussies for breakfast...or as the title suggests...kick the living shit out of that misguided midget Fred Durst, and eat Limp Bizkit for dinner.

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They say all dogs go to heaven...and if that is true, will you say 'Hi!' to Rocky for me?


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Binggol (March 1993 - November 2004)

By the way, this photo was taken months before, he's just sleeping.

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The clock on the computer reads 8:05 PM.

In a few minutes, I'll be going home and who knows what else? I am a bit relaxed now, I sometimes feel a need to over-indulge in sleep once in awhile, who doesn't? It's clearing up a bit, in a way — things are running smoothly, so far. I miss the chaos in some instances, there's this feeling of uncertainty that gets me going, a feeling of panic given in small increments, doses of haphazard days, frenetic weeks and I get caught up in a tangled web, juggling time and walking a tight rope of priorities.

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There should be laws punishing people who fail to return things they borrowed to it's rightful owner. Someone borrowed my tape and didn't have the decency to return it. I bought a copy of "And Justice For All" in my junior year in high school, one of the heaviest albums to come from Metallica, THE best album in my opinion — before they sold out and cashed in with that abomination called "Load".

It's a Friday, and I don't know what's with today but I feel like reminiscing.

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There's a song in here called Big Dumb Sex, I used to listen to this song wit the volume down to a whisper...why? Because Chris Cornell shouts "I'm gonna fuck, fuck, fuck — FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" in the chorus.

I didn't want to offend the neighbors.

The band was my first taste of Grunge when I started experimenting after my so-called "Metal years"Then there was Alice In Chains and Pearl Jam, I never really got into Nirvana, I still wonder why. Metalhead friends listened to these bands with a look of pure disdain when they borrowed tapes from me...a week after, they all had copies of the same bands they previously dismissed as crap.

Oh well. when you're young and impressionable.

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Unleashed was my introduction to Death metal, there was a time when I dabbled in this particular genre. Cannibal Corpse, Tiamat, Morbid Angel, Deicide, Death, Obituary, Carcass...real fun, happy and sunny band names if you asked me; great musicianship, haunting melodies, ethereal moods and some of the most brutal riffs in metal at the time.

Just don't take the lyrics to heart, some songs may be offensive to religious types. It dealt with death (hence the name, Death metal) and some bordered on sensitive topics such as religion.

I used this album to piss the neighbors off.

Ah the misspent days of youth.

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Janes Addiction...Another reason for a law punishing wayward borrowers.

Looking at the picture makes my eyes water...damn!

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If only I saved all those He-Man action figures...

There's a new He-Man series on Cartoon Netwrok, but it doesn't really live up to the old show.

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One of the longest Sundays I have had in ages.

It started at around dawn playing a round of cards and it ended with me running a few hours after dinner. The day was just too lazy, it's as if the day stood still and we were more than happy to oblige with times languid mood. It's one of those days where you could just sit and stare at the walls collect dust and watch cobwebs form before your eyes. There was a lot of talking, talking like adults, childish gibberish, substancial arguements and foolish discussions...faces in war paint if ever you lost a hand at a card game; and we have pictures to prove it now. It rained while we were at the sari-sari store to buy some rum and I was soaked to my shorts and I was cold but the warmth inside the house afterwards made me feel snug as a bug. We watched 'A Tale Of Two Sisters' and it was one good movie...but with the rain pouring outside adding a sense of gloom and eeriness to the setting — it was a great movie. Although I can't imagine how some people could enjoy these movies with their hands covering their eyes half the time.

The night was also a chance for Kim's parents to view all of us via webcam...they said it was like looking through an aquarium.

If that is the case Kim could be a blowfish because her Mom said her tummy looked huge — I am just kidding. I am just trying to make you laugh, maybe even distract you by making you angry...you're fuming mad, foaming at the mouth and smoke is coming out of your ears, but hey— feel your wrists, no pain!

We think she has Carpal Tunnel Syndrome...poor girl, she said last night that her right wrist and forearm hurts like hell.

Just rub your tummy wit your right hand, I bet the sea horse can take some of the pain away...sea horses are magical, or was it Unicorns? Unicorns are cute...maybe too cute for their own good and so they spend way too much time on grooming themselves, strutting their asses and prancing around like a bunch of wussies. I have my money on sea horses, especially sea horses in Kim's tummy.

Rub it at least three times...every 3 hours and call me in the morning.

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I am listening to "Spaghetti Incident" by Guns N Roses' and realized that this is the first time I have listened to this album at it's full length. Sure I have heard a few songs but this is the first time I have listened...and I have now come to the conclusion that I didn't miss out on that much — call me anything you want but the best GNR album to me is and will always be "Appetite For Destruction".

Enough music geekery.

I'm going home...and see if Kim's wrist is feeling better. I hope the sea horse therapy worked.

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I snapped because the people I expected to understand, were the ones who failed to see the point. I am having a hard time trying to say what I have to, I think it's better I keep my mouth shut, no use escalating the situation. It's pointless and I'd rather concentrate on the bigger task at hand.

It's not a good feeling...but I'm recovering.

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Fighter jets that turn to robots...what's not to love?

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It's been 2 days since i posetd something. I have been busy though, it's all good...not much has happened, except for a good friend of mine finally making a blog of his own, which is nice because now he doesn't have to use his Friendster account to serve as his blog, he posts it as a message and sends it to friends, you can see his blog in the link I provided...but if you go and check his page, you'll see only one post; what can I say...the boy is lazy...just kidding, I know he's a bit sensitive. I saw him last night at the mall and he looked like a high school student with his new haircut; which would have been cool if it weren't for his beer belly and unkempt goatee...dude shave that sucker! As you know, it's not true what I said about the beer belly because the man jogs...like a monster! He is so serious about jogging — serious like a heart attack.

The goatee is another story, it's just 2 tufts of hair growing on both sides under his chin...so unkempt would be an inappropriate term because by unkempt it should be thick as a bush, maybe I'll just say it's virtually non-existent, a 5 o'clock shadow would be darker compared to his poor excuse of a goatee; I can afford to make fun of his because I got a REAL goatee! A man's goatee, hehe. Although he has a girly goatee he's a good man, but jeepney conductors better not rub him the wrong way, he has this deep seated hatred for jeepney conductors, I don't know if he had a traumatic childhood experience with these people, he's not the type that's easily molested...I think?

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It's official, we're leaving this office for a much bigger one...in a mall. I am having apprehensions working inside a mall, Who holds office in malls? I know there are some offices in malls, but I have yet to work in one, it's just weird...you come to the office and botiques and foodstands are all around. Although the mall isn't that popular like the other ones it's still a mall...a mall by any other name is still and will always be a mall (how many times did I mention 'mall' back there, redundant isn't it?).

The ride to the office will be the biggest hurdle; as I see it I'll have to take 3 rides if I'm accompanying Kim on her way to her office that coincidentally is also in a mall...GOD! We're turning into a couple of mallrats! What's next matching clothes?

Oh wait — we did have matching colored clothes for the past few days...this is freaking the shit out of me!

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I got a toy from a KFC kiddie meal last night, Astroboy! Yeah, I'm pathetic like that...I can't help it if the trinket brings me back to my elementary years, I'm just being sentimental again I know...

The past few days saw me snap...it's one of those rare moments where I just lost my temper, I won't elaborate because it's old news and I have long since forgotten what the whole fuss was about but the fact that I blew my top was very unlikely. I haven't done that for quite awhile now and it just was new to me, losing one's grip is kind of liberating in a way but you can only rant or flail your arms so much, in the end you're bound to hurt people, especially those close to you.

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I got to see the new Star Wars trailer last night...and I had to change my shirt because it had drool all over it.

Why can't tomorrow be May 2005?

Then I'd get to see the sea horse and Star Wars Episode 3.

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Back in the day, I watched Astroboy after school...fond memories watching this cartoon, arriving home, still in my school uniform munching whatever snacks my mother had prepared for me; those were the days indeed.

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It's a Friday and we got the evening planned, we'll see "The Incredibles" tonight...it's been a while since we've had a night out together, just the 2 of us; sure I always pick her up after work but it's usually straight home afterwards. It's a nice change and besides, we marked a year and 10 months of marriage last Wednesday and a small celebration is in order.


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It's a Saturday and people are turning in their contracts, the ones we are supposed to sign stating that we accept the offer and are in agreement on the transfer not only of offices but to the other company. I can sense apprehension for some, some questions left unanswered, vagueness pervades the air, I'm not worried or anything for that matter, I'm in my 'wait and see' mode which is practically the mode I'm always in...fact is, I'm tired of thinking about what's going to happen, if things get ugly it's going to get ugly, no use dodging shit when it hits the fan...you're bound to get hit sooner or later. Besides, this is familiar territory — not knowing what's about to go down. Heck, I'm knee deep in it as we speak! (Remember the sea horse in Kim's tummy? Yeah.)

We got to see 'The Incredibles' last night and it's a fun movie but humor wise, I'm still a 'Shreck' fan.

One cool thing about the movie was that the villain's voice (Syndrome) was actually legendary professional skateboarder Jason Lee.

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Although he's retired now and has taken up acting instead of ripping shit up and doing front side nose grinds, he's still considered as one of the best to ever ride a skateboard.

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I expected my Saturday to suck — I was wrong. We went to lazyboy's house party...his mother was out of town and what better way to spend the weekend than by getting shit-faced and raise some dough in the process. He and his groupmates decided to have this fund-raising event for their thesis. It was an acoustic night type of party, you had to pay 20 bucks to get in and there was beer, I was up to my armpits in beer, the vibe was laid back and it was just an intimate gathering, it has been quite some time since Kim and I went to such gatherings so when we heard of the upcoming festivities we were like "We're there dude".

That was only the second time I saw lazyboy piss-drunk, and he has this pattern...he turns into a motormouth when drunk, the boy could talk for hours on end, he'd be yapping and talking so much shit his head starts to spin. There was no stopping him, even if the mike was turned off, dude was like the Energizer Bunny...he just kept on going and going. If you're reading this don't deny it, I got witnesses!

But in fairness, the party was great. We had fun; after a week's worth of work and life's little jabs at my patience and sanity it was a great way to just relax and leave my worries at the door, even if it's for only a night. I hope there will be more parties of the same kind in the future, and I hope people keep the booze and the microphone away from you know who.

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Sunday saw us seeking refuge from the unbearable heat. I felt like I was roasting in the house yesterday, if that’s what the insides of a microwave oven felt, thank God I’m not a burrito. So it was a choice between staying home and get cooked to a golden brown crisp or go to some place that’s much more inviting than a pressure cooker. The mall was the most logical place Kim and I could think of and so we went to the mall, and besides…she could use the exercise.

Her tummy is getting bigger, if she doesn’t watch it I’ll be tempted to paint her red all over and put a white ‘m’ on her chest…hehe.

Although we spent half the day at the mall, I didn’t mind the crowd or the fact that we couldn’t find some place more appropriate to spend time together. It doesn’t matter where; it’s all about the company you keep. We had a great time yesterday; I had fun tagging along with someone who can be a breath of fresh air in a place that can get on your nerves faster than you can say ‘food court’.

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After work I went and picked Kim up at the mall where her office is located. As I got there she was in the process of looking for baby names on the internet, and she suggested that maybe we can drop by the bookstore and look for a baby names book, so we went to National, but they didn’t have any…so we went to the next best thing, the second hand bookstore just outside the mall. Luckily we found one and it was a good bargain too…the only down side was that it was published back in 1997, but I don’t think babies’ names changed radically in a span of 6 years.

So when we got home, I sped through chop suey and skipped Queer Eye for the Straight Guy…I got my magic marker and proceeded to peruse through the book, alphabetically, cover to cover, from front to back and vice versa, even sideways; carefully marking the names which struck me, or those that sounded unique. After I had made my choices, it was Kim’s turn…we’ll see what we come up with tonight. She only got to letter ‘E’ I think, she was too sleepy and I got dizzy from eating too much potato chips.

We’re excited, and I think it shows…we sometimes find ourselves daydreaming about how things would be like when the time comes. It gets scary at times, but it’s the uncertainty that keeps us going, we know the task will be a great one but we’re having fun along the way and as long as we never lose sight of what’s important, I think things will be alright.

It has been a current preoccupation for us, for the past 2 days a whole IM conversation would be dedicated to what names would sound good. I think it’s always good to be prepared unless you want to panic and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind when they ask for the child’s name…the child will have to carry that name for the rest of his life and the least we could do is think it over and choose a good one — unless you want to call your kid ‘Joker’, that’s up to you.

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What is with today and the other days before it? What is there that’s gnawing at your insides? You go retreating to a corner and stay there content in the thought that you are helping yourself by withdrawing. Shunning contact, feigning detachment for a much deeper reason, you just hate what you are feeling and you’d rather be left alone. Being strange in ways you could never imagine, and in manners you can never explain…and never comprehend. At the back of your mind you can hear voices justifying this phenomenon as ‘it’s that time of the month again…”, as if it’s kind of a phase, a period…you have mentioned this before, and you are convinced that you are neither shaking the disease nor finding an answer. There is just no way of coming out of this slump. Why do you subject yourself to the feeling, are you just too calloused to not feel something and allowing this go on forever?

Sometimes distant, aloof…at times too tired and again, you dig a hole to crawl into. It’s been like that, a cycle — caught up, a vicious cycle of your own doing.

You often wonder; are you depressed? If so, what are you depressed for? That is always the question you ask and most often than not, you get no answers…and answers will never suffice and you want to pull the hairs off of your head from its roots in frustration. You are your own hostage; you try to be happy and in some instances you succeed but the feeling is just too overwhelming. And you affect the people close to you…they get caught in a crossfire.

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I have nothing to write, and it's been like this since I logged into my blog...I am just staring at it like the first time someone saw something that somehow has amazed them sometime, somewhere. I am just cramming as much words as I can possibly can into this space because let's face it, I am out of words...to write, coherrent words, sentences with proper grammar and at times punctuatin.

I am at a loss for words, at a time when I have so much hours this afternoon to burn. I have nothing to write, last night was uneventful enough not to merit space in this blog and today is such an absolute bore, the internet isn't helping because there's still no downloads (FUCK!) and there's this pop-up thing in my computer that's driving me to the brink of insanity; everytime I open the internet browser it pops up, taunting me, in a sense mocking me and my self worth for not knowing how to troubleshoot such irritating problems.

It's 4:30 in the afternoon now, I just had ice cream. A sort of emtional band aid for my distressed soul, to heal my bruised and battered self-esteem. I am touchy these days, sensitive as hell.

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Tomorrow will mark 4 years since Kim and I first got together, nothing much planned...she wants to relive the 'magic' so to speak by reinacting the events of that fateful November day. All I want is some pizza. Alas! There it is in black and white, the summary of those four years. She wants romance, I prefer slabs of meat and big hunks of cheese slapped over flour and a crust stuffed with what else, MORE CHEESE! maybe I'll clog my arteries and get it over with; and spare her the headaches.

But I'm not at all that bad, we're planning on dinner and maybe seeing 'Alexander' tomorrow. I heard it's a good movie, not that big a fan of Colin Farrel...but it's the only movie worth watching, 'The Manchurian Candidate' was pulled off of cinemas rather prematurely.

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Transport strike today.

It's a hassle for most of us who have to commute going to work, but it's a sad fact that gasoline prices are bordering on ludicrous, it's not even close to 'expensive'...it's 'an arm, leg or your soul for a liter'; I can't say I blame those drivers.

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I'm reading the first paragraph and the first phrase seems irrelevant now — who cares?

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After an extended weekend and a day when my office PC died on me, after Friday and Saturday were spent sleeping and doing chaperone duties for Kim who was unfortunate her company doesn't celebrate Thanksgiving, our fortunes switched yesterday, she had Monday off because it was supposedly a holiday that was moved from Tuesday, and the company I work for doesn't celebrate Bonifacio day.

Now I'm back to the proverbial grind.

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The Courtyard at The Village, Staurday night...whatever happened to good old fashioned heavy metal? So many 'emo' bands around I can't tell which is which. They all sound a bit too whiny for me. I have nothing against these kids or 'emo' for that matter, maybe I'm just getting old and far too nostalgic for my own good. I sat there and my mouth was agape, lucky for me the industrial fans at the place were cranked all the way to 11 or I'd have a mouthfiul of mosquitos or God knows what by then...but maybe that explains why I was so 'gassy' for the rest of the night?

I know I am open-minded, but sometimes I tend to forget that it's just music...it's not rocket science or anything that needs to be pondered upon and debated over.

Sleep deprivation and alcohol, calamansi juice for chaser, a bag of Chippy; horror movie money shots, favorite directors of the horror genre, past transgressions, life's pains and music, old school to new school. Is it REO Speedwagon or R-E-O Speedwagon?

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It rained all day last Sunday. We watched 'Ferris Bueller's Day Off', and those times with my cousins just came to mind, we would watch that movie over and over. The rain had something to do with the mood I guess; I used to hate the rain. Now I get all hyped up and nostalgic at the same time whenever I see gray clouds forming above me. The sound of the rain, the smell of parched earth drenched all of a sudden makes my head whirl and it takes me back to summer's first rain, at home watching cartoons or playing in the vacant lot near our house. The excitement it brought as you rushed home and asked your mother if you could play in the rain, the joy of stomping your feet on puddles, watching the water splash up.

Remember that Garbage song, 'Only Happy When It Rains'?

Exactly.

It's the simple things in life.

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"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." - Ferris Bueller

I know I'm qouting movie lines...who gives 2 shits anyway?

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Someone I went to high school with told me last night that one of our batchmates has just died of asthma. A few weeks ago, someone who I also went to high school with was in a stabbing incident...he sustained a stab wound to the chest, just above the heart and he got 14 stitches on his face probably from wounds sustained during the struggle.

I stopped to think.

Then I fell silent.

Jake was called Dolphy back in high school because he resembled the comedian. If you happened to see those really old Dolphy movies, the ones still in black and white, well Jake looked more or less like him. I still remember how we would tease him by humming the theme from 'John en Marsha' whenever we see him approaching.

Nick gambled, a lot lately...in a game of high stakes, tempers tend to flare, whenever money as well as pride are on the line and hot heads are involved...things can get messy.

Back then they — we were just kids.

Now one is dead and another was nearly killed.

I think I should put that Ferris Bueller quote here too.

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