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I'm getting sleepy here at my office. (I wake up everyday at 3am.)
So today I'll think of Sandara Park.
Yesterday, I bumped into her at Robinson's Galleria, at the San Miguel Avenue exit. She was crossing the street with a double, (probably her sister). I was on the counter-flow.
She was sporting a cap, the typical artist-among-masses disguise.
She didn't have to bother with the cap really.
Well, she does have a show now: RPN-9's KeMis: 'Ke Misis Umaasa :D
And to be fair, her face truly has game.
But I mean, who cares?
Sandara probably cares. The cap protects people from breaking into song:
In or out? Are you in or out? (Are you in or out?)
Trust me on this.
July 17, 2007 | 9:37am | Log 162 |
This morning (by that I mean very, very early morning), Mother told me some stories of days when I was still relishing my nine-month stay in her 5-star suite for emerging as the winner of the sperm race championship.
It was like a lullabye. It put me in place after somewhat ranting how taxes ate most of my first ever wage.
While eating breakfast a while ago (or midnight snack for that matter), my mother related how when they were just newlyweds, my father only earned 20% of what I'm getting monthly today.
Woah.
So naturally, my father had nothing for himself. As in nothing. That is if you discount debts.
There came a time during my mother's pregnancy when she really had a consuming desire to taste lechon and makopa very badly.
Well, makopa was easy to come by.
But lechon was another story. It was asking something from nothing.
As they say, though, the best things in life are free.
One day my father gave my mother a drawing of that elusive lechon, masterfully rendered with color and TLC.
Of course, it did nothing but worsen the craving. But more than anything, it was a promise of things to come.
Before I was born, they did have that lechon. And life became better after much hard work.
And for some reason, as I grew up...
I picked up drawing and sketching easily.
I stopped excessive salivating longer than a usual kid.
I possessed quite an imagination for a very young age.
And I had a reddish brown skin tone.
July 18, 2007 | 12:56pm | Log 163 |
All over the internet, no one can still figure out what this creature is.
Credit: Digg.com
July 18, 2007 | 1:46pm | Log 164 |
Only wide-eyed fanboys like me could remember this distinct onomatopoeia. This is the sound that Transformers produce when they're transforming from this to that. You know, when they're doing their thing.
It's been a while. Tantrums were regular back in 2nd grade because my school bus drove me home late and by then the cartoon series had already finished. I had two action figures when I was very young, both were Autobots. It continued to my elementary days with ten more Beast Wars figures.
Beyond the roller coaster way of living it had me endure, this past week undoubtedly is also my Transformers Throwback Week.
From word of mouth, the movie was better than Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
The highest praise I can give: the film's sense of humor is better than the CGI (and if you really watch it, that's saying something).
I discovered the original Generation 1 cartoon series at YouTube and I'm watching it while at work
(tsk, tsk)
And the toys are back. When I was younger, I wasn't allowed to wander through the Transformers section of the toy department at Landmark each time we were holiday shopping.
When the toys were phased out at the latter end of the 90s, I was left unfulfilled.
Last Tuesday, with Landmark only a jeep away, I made a quick visit to the third floor.
Thanks to the movie, the toys were really back. But since the rebirth was all because of the movie, naturally all the toys were movie-inspired (including the Jollibee ones). Today's designs are much more realistic. I just miss the Generation 1 toyline I had been pining since I was young.
Beside me browsing through the toys was another college-aged fanboy. He looked younger than me, the typical pinabili-ng-suka-sa-suking-tindahan look.
He took one of the action figures and showed it...
...to his wife and kid!
And from the recesses of my mind I heard: Peter Pan, grow up.
July 20, 2007 | 8:48am | Log 165 |
Without the darkness, the skyline of Makati wouldn't be a spectacle as seen from a rooftop, with all the bright lights of the sleeping metropolis.
It is always easy to see the darkness in a fearful light.
But in its cold and stealthy blanket, warmth and solitude are best appreciated.
In its ability to disable the eyes,
it allows us to relish the sweetest scents and sounds we have been taking for granted.
The darkness is always seen as a vessel of the enemy.
But it became our friend.
A toast to that friendship!
July 20, 2007 | 12:32pm | Log 166 |
Just thought of this. If this article here reports that modern humans originated from a single point in Africa, is the fabled Garden also to be found in the Land of the Lion King?
You know, diamonds are aplenty here, not to mention how Africa keeps Discovery Channel and the National Geographic teeming with viewers.
But then there was that hardcore flood.
Who knows? The Garden might have been this third-world country.
Just playing.
July 20, 2007 | 1:20pm | Log 167 |
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