Thursday, July 09, 2009

Cab driver wisdom

For some strange reason, cab drivers always seem to be eager to tell me their life story or have the urge to share their sage advice with me. I've heard a lot of things in cabs, from heartbreaking stories of families trying to survive in these hard times to detailed descriptions of a driver's numerous female conquests (often inside the cab) and even tips on how to pick up girls (though I've never really tried, although the advice to be always well groomed seemed sensible).

I've never really given the stories and the advice much thought, but when I saw these particular tidbits of wisdom taped to the cab windows today, I couldn't help but think that I may have stumbled on the wisest of all the cab driver proverbs.

Friday, May 08, 2009

On brains and bloodsuckers

So there's this link going around the net about the horrors being inflicted on the book reading masses of the Philippines by evil, money eating leeches of Bureau of Customs. I've heard some opinions ranging from mild indifference (some books are luxury items, and I don't mind paying taxes for them) to outright shock and disgust at what they view as a corrupt Government body cashing in on our right to self elevate our culture, literacy and overall intelligence.

Personally I fall on the 2nd category but that isn't really the point of this post.

The point is, this whole debacle was partially started by the success of the Twilight series
(yes, I have to put it in italics, because every time i see the title, I can imagine some annoying high-pitched, twittery teen girl gushing over it. The horror). And to those that don't already know it, I just hate that series. Now, the thought that I might have to pay more to get my book fix because of Twilight just makes my blood boil.

I don't really know why I hate it so much, maybe it's because of KC's descriptions. Or maybe I just don't like vampires. I think I did like them before. I mean, I liked the movie version of Interview with a Vampire because it had Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Antonio Banderas and to a lesser extent, Christian Slater. Then I realized that the only female with a significant role was a very young Kirsten Dunst and that liking the movie was either kinda gay or perverted. So I stopped liking vampires. Now I think of them as nothing more than pale, questionably dressed monsters with droopy hairdos. In other words, the emo kids of the monster world. My recent troubles in getting a visa to the residence of Vlad the Impaler make me more convinced that vampires just plain suck.

I'd rather go with zombies. Seriously, who wouldn't pick zombies over vampires? They're funny and polite. They don't complain much, they don't fuss over what to wear. In general, they're a pretty easy going bunch. Zombies are just way cooler now.

Plus one of my favorite ongoing comic book series is about zombies.

Yeah, the whole post was just an excuse to say how much I like zombies.


Oh yeah, I've joined twitter as well. I doubt I'll be using it a lot though. Apparently, you can only write 140 characters per post (or twit?) which is pretty short. If you've read my blog before, you probably know that I don't do short.

Thursday, May 07, 2009

So let's try this again

Huh, more than a year. That's practically retirement. But here I am, and I really ought to start writing before I start feeling to lazy about it again, so let's get right down to it. Begin mega update post!!

Let's start with a quick list of things that have happened since my last post (a little more than a year ago):

  • dislocated my shoulder 3 times (including once inside the hospital)
  • let my hair grow long. Really long.
  • traveled outside the Philippines for the first time in my life
  • been randomly selected for spot checking at customs (which may or may not be because of my dashing good looks, I choose the former)
  • successfully tried sign language with a Chinese national under time pressue
  • bought zillions of comics (number may be exaggerated)
  • went to Boracay for the first time
  • had a visa application rejected for the first time
  • got my own place
  • got a t-shirt with Manny Pacquiao's signature (some time before the 2nd Marquez fight), which is getting more valuable with every fight, woo!
Ok! Now that that's over with, on to some random stuff

1. I am now practically broke because it seems my new found love for comics turned out to be more of an obsession. Conservative estimates have me spending around 70k for my whole graphic novel collection. So I'm happy and penniless. Story of my life I guess.

2. The official story of me getting my own place (and paying for it) is to ease the financial burden on my parents. But the truth may be closer to me not wanting to have a room mate after 27 years of having 1 (or 3). Ahh, sweet solitude.

3. I'm so easily distracted nowadays that I'm on the verge of ending this post right here and now just so I can read my older posts and surf the net. How's that for lack of focus? It's happened before, I have around 5 draft posts that will never see the light of day.

4. Ugh... oh well, till next time! (I hope)

Thursday, November 15, 2007


It started out a normal enough day. It was raining pretty hard when I woke up, so I decided I'd take my time with my morning rituals. I was feeling pretty calm, it wasn't hot, I didn't have any morning engagements that I needed to hurry to, I slept well the night before. I wasn't particularly happy, just really calm and subdued. I attributed it to the rain, it always had that effect on me.

Right before I left the house, I took a look at my DS and decided it was getting a bit dirty. I removed the strap and washed it with soap and water, got some alcohol and gently wiped the slightly browning shoulder buttons with alcohol and cotton. I took my time cleaning my DS, I borrowed the lens cloth of my mom's glasses to remove the dust and dirt on the two screens. When I was finally satisfied with the slight glow of my newly polished DS, I was suddenly reminded of a scene in Death Note episode 25. I didn't think of it much, "Probably just the rain" I thought to myself. With that I put the DS in my bag and went on my way to work.

Keeping with the general trend of my morning, the trip was uneventful. I decided I would drop by Megamall instead of Shangri-la to have lunch a buy and buy tickets for Avenue Q (For some reason, I couldn't order online and every time I went to the Ticketworld outlet, they were either closed or on break). The MRT was a bit packed, but then, it always is. I didn't mind, I've been commuting since the 3rd grade so packed public transport was never a problem for me. I had a hard time getting off the train though, I was at the other side of the train so I really had to push my way through the wall of people between me and the door, I made it just in time and the door closed just as soon as I got off.

I was making my way to Megamall when the girl walking behind went up to me and said "bukas bag mo". Right there and then I knew what had happened. My knees went weak, I checked my bag hoping my intuition was wrong. It wasn't, there in my bag, underneath the small pack of tissues and the tangled mess of my phone charger, was the empty space that used to contain my DS.

So now, my dogs Tristan and Yuki will never take a virtual walk around town with me again. Link will never lift the stone curse from Tetra. I will never escape the Ward. Phoenix Wright's cases will remain unsolved. Samus will never find out the secret behind the ship. The Warriors of Light will never save the world. Mario will never rescue the Princess.


Monday, April 02, 2007

It makes me want to scream sometimes

I sort of remember that my horoscope for the year of the pig basically went something like...

"It is a good year for learning, but no one will teach you except yourself..."


What sucks is that the "no one will teach part" is often true... the "learning" part isn't. Sigh.

It's really stressful sometimes, not knowing what to do and not knowing what to ask. And because of this I'm was often tired, sometimes I couldn't sleep at night. It reached the point where I couldn't take it anymore. I was so troubled, sa scared, so tense... I just didn't know what to do.

And then, I discovered God...

...of War II

What? Did you honestly think I'd do all that icky drama stuff here? Hah! Never!

I'd much rather talk about God of War II... the game that has showed me that the best way to get rid of stress is to vent. And boy does this game make for a whole lot of venting. It's just as bloody, violent, and addicting as the first God of War, only this time, there's more of it and in a much more epic scale.

For those not in the know, God of War tells the story of Kratos, a Spartan (yes, a Spartan, I'm starting to think that maybe Chuck Norris isn't the most badass person ever... maybe it's a Spartan with Spartan abs of death. Unless... Chuck Norris IS a Spartan!) warrior who defeated Ares in a quest for revenge and became the new God of war in the process. The sequel tells of his fall from Olympus and his efforts to get his revenge on the Gods. The Spartan way (which basically means with a lot of beheading, limb chopping and impaling).

But really, like in 300, the story isn't the highlight of the game, it's the action. Again, like 300, it's just so visceral and satisfying on a purely primal level that I can't seem to get enough of it. Mainly it's because the gameply is so well done here. Besides the normal hacking and slashing action, there are also a lot of context sensitive mini-games where you either have to quickly press a randomly generated sequence of buttons or do a quick button mash to get Kratos to perform some really cool move (there's even a mini-game where you can make... uh... sexy time with a couple of half-naked women who you just happen come across bathing at a pool in the middle of the city while it's being invaded by a Spartan army... hmm, strange place to find half-naked women bathing, but hey, I'm not complaining).

Here's an example of the context sensitive gameplay (this isn't the one with the half-naked women.. pervert!). It's kinda long, just skip to around 4:15 (or the last 40 seconds), and look at the lower left of the screen to see what you need to do to finish Theseus off.

Yep, according to the makers God of War, Theseus (along with Perseus, Icarus and Jason) all met their end at the hands of Kratos. So once again, like 300, it may not be an accurate depiction, I really don't care, it's still bloody fun. And you know what? Since we all know that 300 and GoW are not really accurate depictions of Greek history and mythology, maybe it isn't the abs that made the Spartans so badass. Maybe it was their beards! Yeah, beards... I can do that. Screw diet and exercise! I'm gonna grow a beard!

Leonidas and Kratos, separated at birth?

Year of the Geek






Stars! (not of the Juday variety mind you)

All in 2007! Aah, it's good to be a geek...

Now for some hot Alien-robot action...

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

So my blog is full of... baby cereal?

Dammit! If i want a Stephen Colbert clip on my blog, I'm going to get a Stephen Colbert clip on my blog! Screw Viacom and it's copyrights!

Those two are hilarious... I wonder if we're ever going to get a local version of their shows, I'm pretty sure Philippine politics is ripe with source material.

My new word for the day is pablum. Hmm... I like that word, it's right up there with moot.


Oh Yeah.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

When Captain America throws his mighty shield... he gets shot in the stomach

R.I.P. Captain America

I feel bad about this. Not because I like Captain America, I'm not a huge fan of people dressed as flags. I feel bad mainly because Captain America#25, the issue where he died is probably going to be a collector's item, and I didn't buy it because... well, it's Captain America. Oh well.

Of course, anyone who knows comics knows that death is merely a temporary state of affairs in the comic book world. Superman came back to life, Colossus came back to life, Jean Grey came back to life (more than once), Magneto came back to life, even Bucky, Captain America's sidekick who died waay back in WW II was recently brought back to life (he, like Cap, was frozen and brought back to life. But by the Russians, who made him into their own version of a super soldier).

Still, somehow, I'm pretty sure that Steve Rogers is dead. For good. Although Captain America is a pretty iconic character, Steve Rogers, the man behind the mask, isn't. Unlike Bruce Wayne and Batman who are almost equally important in the DC universe, there isn't much about Rogers that makes him stand out on his own. Thus I'm willing to bet that the news will stay true (at least for the next few years).

My guess on who's going to don Cap's costume next? Bucky. It kind of makes sense to go that way.

My guess on who really killed Cap? Spartans! He wasn't shot in the stomach, his stomach burst open in shame after Cap saw the Killer Spartan Abs when they showed him 300 on the way to the court house.

And now... Stephen Colbert's take on the death of the Marvel superhero... (EDIT: NEW CLIP! Watch it before it's too late! Not the same but somewhat related...)