sorry. something else I dug up.Ironically it's a nicer part of me typing right now. I'll be frank. I like Reservoir Dogs, but I hate Quentin Tarantino for his assistance in kicking off the new year with Hostel. That's a very nice way for me to enjoy my medium rare 16-ounce rib-eye - by trying... Continue Reading →

On the Wings of Aluminum(pahabol ulit. I unloaded the other stuff from my suitcases and remembered about this just now.)Last time I heard the stewardess, she said we'd be on the ground in about 5 hours. Oh, pardon me. That was 'flight attendant'. I'm sorry.Anyway, it seems like the lightheadedness(?) I feel right now is... Continue Reading →

Last night I was sitting down typing for the sake of blogging in my jammies while watching Iron chef. Talk about deja vu happening approximately a year after. A lot of changes in that show, by the way. First, they replaced Iron Chef Rokusaburo Michiba for some younger fart whose name I can't really remember... Continue Reading →

The Circus Balloon Man (A Prelude) 1The Great Depression left many with little to be happy about. Russian immigrant Josef Politovski was certainly feeling that, especially now that winter was looming. His chances for actual survival were slim, he thought. In fact, thinking was what reduced the pain he felt from his hunger. There he... Continue Reading →

December 15, 2005 12:08 am It's still so nice to just have a cup of tea outside, admiring the view. It looks so typical, however, when you look at something now it's always interesting for at least one more look. I'll tell you one thing; It's full of contrast. I mean, simply assessing the view... Continue Reading →

December 14, 2005 -12:02 am The view is beautiful, but it's just so fucking cold out here. I'm stuck in my autn's place, full of cookbooks and indoor heating - what we may consider a luxury in baguio. However, the fact that this place does not give me internet access (but makes up with an... Continue Reading →

*Let it be noted that the articles I will be posting for this month will probably be written on a piece of tissue, the back of a receipt, or a stripper voucher before they will be online. Ironically I'm in the states but my access to the net is limited.* No matter where you go,... Continue Reading →

There was this US Military Captain named John Miller who had a Sergeant, Corporal, and 3 other Privates assigned to him for a rescue mission. They braved rain, snipers, Germans, machine guns, more Germans, and Vin Diesel to reach a certain Private James Francis Ryan and to get him home. Eventually, in a valiant but... Continue Reading →

What you can develop in your head after a split second event can appall you. So I was on my way home a while on a taxi, barely keeping my sanity after all that traffic. All is well until we pass through one location: The Convention Center, surrounded by them streamers of that wireless internet... Continue Reading →

When somebody shoots your arm you need to flex it every now and then in the advanced stages of healing, possibly as an emotional assurance that it still works. I need to flex my brain. Question is, am i in that stage of healing? I was at work a few hours ago, killing time by... Continue Reading →