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This blog will be maintained up until I have the time to move my images and other uploaded files to my site.

Ciao.

I told her I'd post something about it but it's now half past six when I start to write about it.

Of course, this is just my opinion.

I say, when in doubt ask questions. Directly to the person involved.

This way things are cleared up quickly.

Especially in relationships. It's difficult to have any room for misinterpretation when it comes to relationships. Just ask the person and clear everything up. Make it clear. Unless you're afraid, that is.

Right now I fear some things. It's actually frustrating because I told mysel that I would take more risks and not fear things like this. But come to think of it, I still fear it. Losing a friendship over a failed love.

But if you and another person had a relationship and broke up, you may actually still have feelings for the person. Even if you've told yourself and the entire world that you don't. Deep down inside you, when you're alone and thinking, you still love the person.

I believe you still do. And you will never cease to. If the love was real in the first place.

So you just have to accept that you still love the person and that you are no longer together. You still have that special connection no matter what happens.

After all, it was unconditional love (hopefully) in the first place.

Last night, I saw Over the Hedge with Tin, Joyce and Suzette. Cherli and Suzzie were supposed to go with us but they had some appointments that could not be left to attend to.

We all met at Kitchen at Greenbelt to have dinner. Actually, I already ate before going there so I just had dessert – black beauty. Joyce had chicken (she still doesn't eat food that comes from animals with 4 feet), Tin had grilled meat, eggs and bananas and Suzette had Seafood (it contained shrimps which she knew she was allergic to but she still ordered it). She started to itch so we looked for a drugstore, but we couldn't find one in time since the movie was about to start.

We bought our tickets and went directly to the cinema (cinema 14, Suzette?). We made it in time and the movie started.

It was hilarious. The animation was great. The story was simple. The characters were a real treat.

There was Vincent the vicious hibernating bear, RJ the raccoon, Verne the turtle, Hammy the squirrel, Stella the skunk, Ozzie and Heather the possums, and a family of porcupines.

I really liked Verne and Hammy. They were really funny characters.

I really recommend it to everyone. But I'm not sure if it's still screening.

Buy it on original DVD or scavenge the metropolis looking for a cinema still showing it.

Watch it, it'll make you nuts!!!

 I can't wait. I'm so excited. 

It requires intelligence, dedication, and an enormous amount of hard work.

But, a certain amount of unpredictable and often unrepeatable inspiration is what usually makes the difference between adequacy and excellence.

Just watched X3 last night with Tin, Joyce and Suzette.

I was really excited, being a big X-men fan.

We met at Red Ribbon in Parksquare. Suzette and Joyce were having dinner. I already had mine. Then Tin arrived and had dinner.

We then went to G4 to buy tickets. When we got there at a couple of minutes after 9, we decided to buy 11pm tickets so we can have coffee. Suzette and Tin had been craving for coffee and I already bought mine and was sipping it while they were having dinner.

We couldn't find a vacant table so we stayed and looked around. We eventually got one and Suzette and Tin ordered.

I saw a magazine with Mei Melancon on the cover. She was playing Psylocke in X3. I got even more excited. For me, she's the hottest member of the X-men franchise. I was disappointed during the movie because she didn't have much time on the screen.

We sat in the front row in the middle.

During the course of the movie, we made some comments on the scenes and Tin was continuously sending sms messages . When the movie ended, we waited for the credits and saw the teaser at the end. Tin and Joyce wanted a rewind because they didn't see it clearly. They didn't get their request.

When we got out, we went to Mercury to buy medicine. We stopped at every door of Glorietta where they had a big circular tile design and stood there holding hands. These were supposedly waypoints according to Suzette. She said her mutant powers were level 8 compared to Jean Grey/Phoenix's level 5. Tin's mutant powers are a secret according to her. I can't remember what Joyce's mutant powers were.

It was one crazy night.

I hope the X-Men movie franchise goes on and we get X4, X5 and so on.

I can't wait for the next comicbook-based movies.

She is my admiration for all things alive
And my insatiable desire to strive.
And within the most horrendous calamity
She is the love and strength of family.

She is the Moon providing me light.
Within the soft tranquility of the night
There are just no words with which to explain
The way her gentle caress soothes all pain.

She is everything I ever do or say.
She is the reason I exist this very day.
She is my emotion and thoughts through strife
She is my friend…

My mom.

Yung masarap magbigay nang backrub

Yung hindi mahihiyang makipaghalikan sa taxicab

Yun, yun ang masarap na love

Ang gusto kong love

Yung tipong pipigilan ka mag-yosi

Di ka papayagang mag-sindi

Kaya matututo kang maglumlum nang candy

Kasi nga, bawal na sayo magyosi

Allergic daw sya sa yosi

Tapos magmomonologue nang:

"Magyoyosi ka na naman? Kakayosi mo lang, ah

Nagyosi ka na nga bago kumain

Magyoyosi ka pa pagkatapos kumain

Pang-apat na stick mo na yan

Akala ko ba sabi mo di ka na magyoyosi?

Di mo ata ako love, eh."

Pero actually

Lahat nang tao sa bahay nila, adik sa yosi

Nanay nya, tatay nya, mga kuya nya

Allergy-allergy

Meron bang allergy sa yosi?

Alam nyo yun, yung tipong

Gusto nya lang masabi nang mga tao na

"O kita nyo, napasunod nya yung boyfriend nya"

Yung tipong ganun ka-controlling

Yun. Yun ang tipo kong love

Medyo controlling.

Ang gusto kong love

Yung hindi mahihiyang magpalibre

Kahit compared sayo, yung allowance nya doble

Yung pagmanonood kayo nang sine

Hinding-hindi maglalabas nang wallet

Hihintayin kang magbayad para sa ticket

Kaya kahit para sa bulsa mo masakit

Iisipin mo na lang

"Ayos lang, love ko naman

Pero sana, sya naman gumastos paminsan-minsan."

Yung tipong ganun na love

Kasi feeling ko, pagnahihiya sya gastusin ang pera mo

Nahihiya rin syang tanggapin ang love mo

Yun. Yun ang tipo kong love.

Medyo magastos.

Ang gusto kong love

Yung tipong pagkasama nyo ang barkada mo

Biglang makikipagkwentuhan sa iyo tunkol

Sa mga topics na hindi naman alam nang barkada mo

Para lang ma-alienate ang barkada mo

And just to show it to them na

Meron na kayong sariling mundo.

Yung tipong biglang makikipagkwentuhan sayo

Tunkol sa plans nyo na mag-out-of-town this summer

O kaya tungkol dun sa movie date nyo

Na as usual ay ikaw ang nagbayad

So hindi tuloy makakasabay yung mga barkada mo sa usapan

Dahil kayong dalawa lang ang nagkakaintindihan

Kaya susubukan mong ibahin ang topic

Pero ibabalik nya dun sa plano nyong pumunta nang Subic

O kaya bigla nyang maiisipan na i-update ka

Tunkol sa buhay-buhay nang mga friends nya

Kaya yung mga friends MO, naka-tanga

Kasi kayong dalawa lang ang tawa nang tawa

Yun. Yun ang tipo kong love.

Medyo elitista.

Ang gusto kong love

Yung mumurahin ka sa text pag hindi ka nakapagreply

Kasalanan mo bang maubusan nang load

Sa gitna nang immersion nyo sa Sitio Payonggayong

Sa gitna nang Mindoro Occidental?

(Tunog nang Text: Tutututut-tututut)

"Hi, LOVE. WHAT R U DOING?"

(Tunog nang text)

"HEY, BAKIT DI KA REPLY. SAD FACE."

(Tunog nang text)

"HMPH. BUSY KA ATA. SIGE GUDNAYT NA."

(Tunog nang text)

"P########MO HAY## KA. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. OK FINE, WAG KA MAGREPLY. NAGSESEX KAYO NO? NAGSESEX KAYO NO? P### KA. G#G#!"

(Tunog nang text)

"Hoy. Sorry na. Ikaw kasi eh. Di ka nagrereply. Sorry po. Mwah."

Yung tipong ganun

Yung tipong kaya naimbento ang SUN CELLULAR

Para sa ganung klase nang love

Yung tipong ganun na love

Yun. Yun ang tipo kong love.

Medyo demanding.

Ang gusto kong love

Ang gusto kong love yung pagnasa simbahan kayo

Sa gitna nang misa

Uutusan kang magflex nang bicep mo

Tapo s pagpapraktisan nang suntok nya

Palakas nang palakas, tapos magtatanong pa

"Masakit ba?"

Ikaw naman, parang tanga

"Hindi, Sige, lakasan mo pa"

Pero sa totoo lang, naiiyak ka na

Kasi mga muscles mo namamaga na

Hanggang bukas, braso mo manhid pa

Yun. Yun ang tipo kong love.

Medyo mahilig sa boxing.

Ang tipo kong love

Yung makikipag-agawan pa para sa last piece of pizza

Yung kinikilig pag ika'y kumakanta

Yung ang tawag sa mommy mo, "Tita"

Yung memorized ang schedule mo every semester

Yung alam kahit na plate number

Nang kotse nang kuya mong Wheelers International Member

Yung makikiprint nang thesis nya

Tunkol sa POSTMODERN THEORIES ON THE TRI-MEDIA

Kasi nang-hihinayang daw sya

Baka daw maubos ang ink nila

Yung tatanungin ka kung sino ang mas gusto mo ma-i-kama

Sya ba o si Jen Rosendhal ba?

Tapos maiinis pag sumagot ka.

Naman, si Jen yun eh. Ano naman ineexpect nya?

Ang gusto kong love?

Yung sa akin lang sya in-love.

"There is an old piece of wisdom that claims that people climb mountains "because it's there". That is the simplified statement for a very compound truth. "Because it's there" refers to a lofty point on earth that is closest to the heavens- and scaling its apex generally rewards the climber with a profound spiritual experience. That rush, the spiritual "oneness" with the universe is universally felt, and craved for, by mountaineers- as such, they are driven to endure, and overcome even extreme physical adversity to prevail.

The First Philippine Mount Everest Expedition will spearhead the drive to aspire for, and eventually achieve, the coveted "oneness" for the Filipino people. Conquering the world's tallest peak poses extreme demands; to triumph, desire, focus, determination, perseverance and energy are mandatory- to these, further add singularity and unity of purpose.

Filipinos already routinely display most of these traits during the course of their daily lives. His indomitable spirit prevails even during the most trying times. Adversity is no stranger; his remarkable resiliency and dogged determination admired worldwide. The aggressive rekindling of the touted Bayanihan spirit of the Filipino will stoke the fires of cooperation and unity- a "oneness" as well.

Sir Edmund Hillary could never have climbed Mt. Everest on his own. Tenzing Norgay and his band of intrepid Sherpas collectively provided the crucial support for the nobleman to achieve the difficult feat. So it is with the Philippine Expedition- Mt. Everest can only be conquered when Filipinos collectively become unto Sherpas.

The future fluttering of the Philippine flag on Mt. Everest will symbolize the Filipinos collective effort at scaling the imposing mountain. That day will mark a rebirth of national pride and with it, a worldwide understanding of the word Bayanihan."

…

I can just imagine the rush and the pride of getting to the top of Everest. But even if it wasn't me who accomplished the feat, I feel (even now) proud of tha fact that a group of Pinoys are going to scale the highest mountain in the world.

Get'sme even more excited about this weekend's climb to Mt Pulag.

I'll just imagine it's Everest.

When we came back, I was chatting with Che. The conversation went to our blogs.

When I checked my blog, it was gone!!!

I almost had a heart attack!!!

I checked it for a couple of hours. Played PS2. Checked it again. And finally gave up.

When I woke up, like a phoenix from its ashes, it's alive!!!

It's back!!!

It seems that my blog host was doing some maintenance on their servers.

Almost had a heart attack.

 I was at the mall looking for a pair of shoes for my next climb (the ones I had got really messed up).

As I was walking along one of the aisles, I saw a little toddler pull down his pants to his knees and start walking around.  I initially thought he was going to pee or take a dump, but as I observed he just kept walking around.

Maybe the heat got to him and he needed more ventilation.

Cute little bugger.

Just in case you want to see.

Philip James Bailey

Then I find out some cool stuff here. I'm not sure if they're new (to me they are) but I've been playing around with these widgets.

I hope it makes things look better.

I think I'll write some more when I get some sleep.

But before I sign off tonight, just want to say some stuff.

… 

I miss my friends.  It's been a while since we all met. Actually, it's been years since we all got together.  I hope we meet soon.

 …

I feel sad that one of my favorite baristas is moving to another store.  Good luck on your exam.  Keep in touch.

 …

I realized that I need to start keeping track of my expenses and saving a lot more.  Although I hope there is more to save from in the near future since it's getting harder for me to save on what I'm making (hehehe).

…

Next time guys, got to catch some z's.

Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.
In the union of love I have seen
In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision
Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge.
I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].
I have wished to know why the stars shine.

Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,
But always pity brought me back to earth;
Cries of pain reverberated in my heart
Of children in famine, of victims tortured
And of old people left helpless.
I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,
And I too suffer.

This has been my life; I found it worth living.

adapted from Bertrand Russel 

Like an Angel
Sent to watch over me,
You knew when to hold me tight,
And when to set me free.

You were there to greet me
Every time I walked in the door.
You always gave me the helping hand
When I fell flat on the floor.

Even at my games
I could look up in the stands,
Every time I would do good,
I saw you clap your hands.

The Smile from your face
Glowed like the stars shining bright,
and when I start to feel lonely,
I can always look up and find you at night.

My whole life
I have yearned for love.
when I remember you,
that inadequacy is taken care of.

Throughout our deep, and incisive conversations,
and sharing our thoughts and inspirations,
Through the good times and bad,
You have helped me through times- wonderful and sad.

I pray that the Good Lord
Watches over you every second of the day,
And when he comes to collect his flock
I know that with him, you will stay.

For you have Heaven in your speech,
A touch of love in your palm,
Angels in your eyes,
And I will always know you as… my Mom and Dad.

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car
stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I
carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home.

She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This
was the scene of ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a
cup of pure water: we had a kid,
I went into business and tried to make more money.

When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us
seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home
together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in
a boarding school.

Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was
more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

Michelle came into my life.

It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Michelle hugged me from
behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This
was the apartment I bought for her.

Michelle said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls eyeballs. Her
words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife
said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my
wife. But I couldn t help doing so.

I moved Michelle s hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture,
O.K.? I’ve got something to do in the company.Obviously she was
unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the
moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used
to be something impossible to me.

However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No
matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.
Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing
dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready
soon.Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the
computer, visualizing Michelle s body. This was the means of my
entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what will
you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she
believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn t
imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.

When my wife went to my office, Michelle had just stepped out. Almost all
the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide
something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint.
She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her
eyes.

Once again, Michelle said to me, John, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live
together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate anymore.

When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. Ive got something
to tell you, I said.

She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic
calmly.

She didn t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me
softly, why? . I m serious. I avoided her question. This so-called
answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at
me, you are not a man!

At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew
she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could
hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to
Michelle.

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which
stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my
company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain
in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would
become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had
expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release.The idea
of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer
and clearer.

A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw
her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast.

When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was
asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t want
anything from me,but I was supposed to give her one month s time
before divorce, and in the month s time we must live as normal life as
possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer
vacation a month later and she didn’t want him to see our marriage was
broken.

She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, John,
do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding
day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories
to me. I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms,
she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in
your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this
month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every
morning.

I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and
wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.

I told Michelle about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face
the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less
made me feel uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn t had any body contact since my divorce intention
was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So
when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our
son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words
brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then
to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed
her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, dont tell our son.
I nodded, feeling
somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for
bus, I drove to office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily.She leaned on my
chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her
blouse. I realized that I hadn t looked at this intimate woman
carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There
were some fine wrinkles on her face.

On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being
demolished. Be careful when you pass there.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we
were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my
arms. The visualization of Michelle became vaguer.

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as,
where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking,
etc.I
nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.

I didn t tell Michelle about this.

I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made
me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now.

She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She
tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed,
All my dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized
that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more
easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the
bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously
I reached out a hand to touch her
head.

Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. He
said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an
essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and
hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would
change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from
the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand
surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as
if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made
me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our
son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in your
arms until we are old.

I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn t notice that our life was
lack of such intimacy.

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was
afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs.
Michelle opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Michelle, I won t divorce. I m
serious.

She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no
fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Michelle, I said, I
can only say sorry to you, I won t divorce. My marriage life was
boring probably because she and I didn t value the details of life,
not because we didn t love each other any more. Now I understand that
since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am
supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.

Michelle seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then
slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to
the office.

When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my
wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the
greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I ll carry you out
every morning until we are old.

The Knicks just got Steve Francis from Orlando for Penny Hardaway and Trevor Ariza.

It just sucks that the Knicks are at the bottom of their division.

I thought they had a chance to get to the playoffs with the addition of Francis.

If they won all their games til the end of the season, they would.

Maybe next season.

I miss the good old Knicks days. With Ewing, Starks, Houston, Mason, Oakley, Riley, etc.

Let’s go Knicks!!!

You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like “maybe we should just be friends” or “how very perceptive” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

I haven’t watched slam dunk competitions in a while.

I think the last one I saw was when Vince Carter won in 2000.

Then last sunday, just before I was going to sleep, I saw this year’s NBA All-star weekend competitions.

And there he was, all 5′9″ of him, wowing the crowd and the judges.

As Magic Johnson said, “The slam dunk competition is back!”

Thanks maybe to Nate Robinson.

Haven’t watched tv in a while.

Never was the kind to take risks before. But something changed and now, I seem to be a different animal.

I think it’s better now.

Less worries. More risks.

Living life one day at a time.