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for geeks only…

after a hard day’s work, this is what i do.

i answer surveys. hehe.

i retook the Heroes Personality Test again. before i ended up with Nathan Petrelli. it was weird because my personality is way different from his. so i retook the test and came up with somebody more like me.


Your Score: Micah Sanders


You scored 58 Idealism, 37 Nonconformity, 50 Nerdiness




Can we play Scrabble tonight?Congratulations, you’re Micah Sanders! You’re good-natured, intelligent, perceptive, and naturally inclined toward technology. You’re also quite innocent and loving. You’ve got a fondness for computers and Scrabble. Your best quality: You’re extremely perceptive Your worst quality: You can be a little demanding at times

Link: The Heroes Personality Test written by freedomdegrees on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

haha!

i’ve also learned that i was more like

You are Iron Man

























Iron Man
90%
Green Lantern
85%
Hulk
75%
Spider-Man
70%
The Flash
65%
Superman
55%
Supergirl
50%
Robin
50%
Wonder Woman
45%
Catwoman
45%
Batman
25%
Inventor. Businessman. Genius.


Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test

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Rage against the dying of the light

this was the title of Conrado de Quiros’ column today. it reminded me of The Jerk‘s moving and angst-filled pre-EDSA battlecry which is of the same title.

then, i stumbled upon the inspiration of it all, Dylan Thomaspoem and it hit me. it hit me hard. the piece’s words packed a kisser that unnerves the heart and mind into contemplation. I almost cried.

these were the words that really reverberated within me.


And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

now, i miss my dad.

Reality Check

the past week has been great! i had my first company orientation after being employed for seven frigging months. what a great thing to be welcomed to a huge company after for so long. i was acquainted with things i already know. the company has a great human resource department. this is without sarcasm. yes, and the great things is that, the HRD chicks are hot.

and also, last weekend, i had a ravishing argument with my mother. i am now disowned by my family. it was just because i was a lazy ass. well, it is hard to do manual labor when you can’t move your legs. last, last week, my vertebrae snapped. it was also because of so much manual labor. so much with that. mom’s flying off somewhere next month, anyway. so, i hope the fight would make her miss her so lazy ass son more.

after a being in a time space warp (Ida, you sick disco head transvestite!), i was then catapulted back into reality, into the world where global warming awareness is in vogue, to a country that has been belittled by the international community for wrapping up its fraud-plagued elections by manual counting and have been awakened to the truth that i am a little bit richer (hooray for mid-year bonuses!).

realizations have begun dropping in. i am now a bastard for my family hates me. i am a paraplegic and am looking forward to a life without hot animal sex. and that because i am employed to a ultra-rich company, i have a very rosy future because i have an extra month’s pay to spend. yes, my life is so happy.

with that, many things have also happened. here are my thoughts.

~ another one bites the dust.

credibility weighs much on the shoulders of journalists and broadcasters. how will the masses believe a journalist or broadcaster you has been known to get so much moolah just by plugging a detergent brand or by allowing his or her face to be posted on a grand billboard, holding some bitter concoction somewhere on EDSA. As far as my journalism memory can remember, endorsing products is a big no-no for media practitioners, especially to those who have much credibility to stand for.

but for the past few weeks, Vicky Morales, a famous newscaster known for her good looks and quick mind, has been plugging a hair loss control shampoo. ah, she has joined the band wagon of broadcasters who are endorsing products. good thing, she’s not into ABS bitter herbs. so much for journalism ethics.

~ newsflash! may bagong himala naman para kay Nora!

yes, Nora Aunor has been married to her butch business manager. details here.

truly, love moves in mysterious ways. especially for a person who’s been on the top of the world, is now down in creation and is looking forward to a life of bankruptcy and addiction. good luck to you.

~ these icons need more than a eulogy, a 21-gun salute or even a monument. they need sainthood.

pop culture icon Yoyoy Villame and radio legend Kuya Cesar have ceased to walk the earth. Both have died because of heart attacks and both were aged 69.

they will be forever remembered by the Filipino children that they have helped shape into the people that they are now, either by regulary exercising or by being a little bit faster in everything they do.

~ baby James Aquino-Yap has been christened. i hope he forgives his mother for being such a media whore. she has been sharing to the whole country the superficial hardships she has experienced. i’ve heard women who have bared greater suffering. there are mothers who have given birth without the help of experts and specialists. there are women who face caring for their children without money.

i believe that it is about time that Kris Aquino should just shut up and be a real mother and not a snotty brat.

i am so sorry for her little son. he’ll be exploited at a very young age. rumors say that he already has a commercial. poor kid. i also pray that he won’t end up like his older brother who is now a poor overweight retarded kid. god bless Kris Aquino’s kids.

~ here’s something for our Pambansang Kamao, Manny Pacquiao. I thank God that he lost.

this is from the Manila Times, dated May 21, 2007 at the Opinion section, the Open Notebook

column by Random Jottings.

Manny Pacquiao – boxing champ to political chump

it’s such a pity that no one was able to get it into boxing champion Manny Pacquiao’s stubborn head that when he decided to step into the political ring he was going to have to punch way above his weight.

for waiting for him at the other corner was (despite her slim frame) a political heavyweight with ammunition primed and ready to deliver a knockout blow to the Pacman’s foolhardy political aspirations.

at least incumbent Rep Darlene Antonino-Custodio’s pulverizing of Pacquiao has provided the boxing champ the opportunity to give himself the one thing that he has badly needed in the past few months while riding on a wave of popular adulation – a reality check.

and as he maps out his fast approaching future career outside boxing, he can treat May 14, 2007, as the first day of the rest of his life and cosole himself that politics is certainly not an option.

what was so stunning about Pacquiao’s spectacular meltdown was its nationwide effect. not a single politician in any part of the country who panted for the Pacman endorsement managed to come through a winner.

in Metro Manila, for example, Pacquiao – blatantly breaking the fundamental law that prevents a candidate running in one district from being invovled in the political process in another – open campaigned for the mayoralty runs of Lito Lapid and Ali Atienza in Makati City and Manila City, respectively. with the Commission on Elections seemingly turning a blind eye to the illegality of it all since, after all, this was the great Manny Pacquiao.

but no matter. both Lapid and Atienza suffered ignominious defeats at the hands of seasoned opponents, and they can put it down to the curse of Pacquiao!

so let’s hear it for the people of the first district of South Cotabato who have heroically displayed the sort of political maturity that many of us thought had loong been bastardized by the razzmatazz of showbiz riff-raff and sporting has-beens and lost ofrever.

here’s hoping this form of born-again politics spreads like a nationwide epidemic come the next political exercise in 2010.

meanwhile, May 2007 will forever be remembered for that epic moment when a fragile woman, cheered on by the people of South Cotabato (and much of the ntion, for that matter) delivered in the pilitical arena to a Filipino boxing idol the one thing he never suffered in the boxing rin-a humiliating knock-out!

my thoughts exactly. however, Pacquiao has already experienced a humiliating knock-out before. it was in Thailand that Pacquiao had a life-changing awakening when 3K Battery floored him. there, he suffered his second loss.

well, there it is. back to work.

on the brink of death

ugh.

so much has happened for the past week. and now i am quite dead.

from may 5 to 6, i have been a slave for my family. i was a laborer, kargador and barena boy for two paking days. the joys of moving. i literally had our whole household on my back. all the work is on me and my siblings do nothing but chill. ee-an activated her allergy machine and she is coughing and sneezing all the time. no work for her. and beyts is still a yak. nothing can move him. he’s dumb. and now, my slipped disk got much worse. i am now completely paralyzed from waist down. i cannot stand nor walk. good bye to banging gorgeous chicks.

~the only advantage from the whole ordeal was the workout. my wonderful abdominals and pecs resurfaced after a long period of being dormant. i am one hot paraplegic.

may 7 to 11. i was riddled with assignments and meetings because the elections is coming. pak. more work.

~just one more month. only one more.

may 10. reunion galore ng mga utawst. they all seem happy. and beautiful. and rich. while i am a loser. hay, the joys of being the eldest child. all your earnings go straight down the drain. and i am not earning that much. hay

~i realized how bano i was and it felt good. sometimes it is much better to see the sky when you are in a shit hole. it somehow inspires you.

may 12 and 13. i was again, a laborer, kargador and barena boy. after i lost all feeling in my legs, my wonderful and loving family gave me all the work again. now, i am totally brain dead. whatever is left of my consciousness is doing this post.

~after a theatrical performance, i made a statement. “I’m so paking tired!” and then, exit. but come next weekend, i am sure to be a laborer, kargador and barena boy, again.

may 14. election day. i was the new kid at the TASK FORCE [bleep] 2007! i had to do petix for ten hours. cool right? no, there were many power interruptions and i did nothing. i almost shit my pants when i learned that the boss sent da man for the third shift. oh, man. regularization – good bye!

~pacquiao is sure to lose! yey!

so that was my few past week.

now, i no longer have my legs, am quite brain dead. i also have no future in sex. i no longer have a career because i am sure to get stoned to death today by the boss.

life is so good to me.

The Greatest Upset

Today, Don Nelson and his armada of small and agile players made history.

Their eight-seeded Golden State team ousted the NBA’s highest caliber Dallas team from the Western Conference’s playoff eliminations.

The Warriors’ win cost the league’s best record team to fall from the top. The two teams clashed for five games, with the Mavericks trailing the Warriors with a 3-2 record.

The Warriors swept the Mavs in their first meeting, beating them at their homecourt. But the Mavs came back at them and won on Game 2. The Warriors then trampled over the ailing Mavs for the two succeeding games at Oakland, California. But with a spurt of desperation, Dirk Nowitzki pulled his team from a sorry end at Game 5 and made his team win by making 12 straight points, overcoming the leading Warriors.

And this series was ended with the Baron Davis’ pack of ravaging underdogs by winning the series’ Game with a 111-86 lead.

The Warrior’s win was a real shocker. A real kick in the ass. A real bummer.

The Dallas Mavericks was the team that was sure to be on the NBA finals. And now they’ve ended up as roadkill.

I’m pondering on how would Mark Cuban react to this upset, on how he will tackle Avery Johnson, the Mavs’ coach who happened to be one of Don Nelson’s former players.

It must have been hell for Johnson to go toe-to-toe with his coach, the man who has shaped him as a player and may have also been influential in making him a great coach. Don Nelson was also the genius behind the making of the the powerhouse that was Dirk Nowitzki. It must have been hard for him to match the man that knew all his strengths and weaknesses, the man who knew all his shots. Johnson was completely rattled and cornered by his mentor.

I’m also wondering on how the Mavs team would accept the defeat. With Dirk, their savior, completely devoured and their team’s producing poorly in their series with the Warriors, how would they fare for next year’s season? I just don’t know.

But, if it was hell for the Mavs, the Warriors must be in cloud nine.

Baron Davis was, as always if he was healthy, phenomenal. Stephen Jackson has also successfully proven that his ejection from Game 5, was nothing. He dropped several spectacular treys. And my fantasy league players, Andris Biedrins, Matt Barnes and Mikael Pietrus were simply amazing. Biedrins was again, a monster, capping 12 points and 12 rebounds. He also made 3 integral blocks. I wanted to see him play for it was reported that he made several important hussles for the team.

Another question that came to me was if the Warriors’ win worth it? Will they last against the winner between the Jazz and Rockets’ bout? The Warrior’s win is quite dubious now that Monta Ellis and Davis have been reported to both have injuries. These two guards have been the frontliners that rallied their triumph. And now that they are down, who would pull the team up? Both Barnes and Pietrus may not keep up with their brand of play. They have been great during the regular season but this is the second round of the playoffs. And Jackson, is not a team player. He’s good but he’s not a great playmaker.

Oh, man, questions.

For the details of Dallas and Golden States’ final duel, read this.

This NBA season is great. Though plagued with so much injuries and still riddled with scandals, it has been very satisfying.

But still, my money is on the Bulls. Haha.

The Battle of the Surfaces

this was one heck of a concept. whoever thought of this was a genius.

bring in the two top players of tennis, place them in their battleground of choice and let them slug it out ’til the other can’t stand it no more.

without batting an eyelash, this battle is going to be one heck of a match. in fact, it reportedly was.

yesterday, one of the oddest exhibition games in tennis history was opened. Dubbed as “The Battle of the Surfaces,” the game was done in a half-grass and half-clay court and was dominated by two of the best tennis players of our time,top-seed Roger Federer and his powerful rival, Rafael Nadal.

the exhibition game was even dubbed as a battle between the King of Clay and the King of Grass. Nadal, who has been, time and time again, proven to be unbeatable at a clay court, was matched up with Federer who is simply unstoppable.

this odd-ball game was said to be quite exciting and tiring. the court giants had to regularly adjust themselves to the different surfaces of the court and they really had to change shoes whenever they changed sides.

but in the end, it was Nadal who conquered both surfaces. the young Spaniard beat the seasoned Swiss, 7-5, 4-6, 7-6. For details, read this.

to see what the court looks like, click here.

to cap it all up, I am just impressed by the originality of it.

incubus intoxication

i’ve been listening to incubuslight grenades for quite sometime now. my brother is an incubus fan and whenever he takes hold of the pc, the house is overwhelmed by the band’s extraordinary rifts and the melodic voice of the ever-so-beautiful brandon boyd. even though the album is not as good as its predecessors, it’s quite a good music trip.

this song has been driving me nuts.

Love hurts
incubus

Tonight we drink to youth
And holding fast the truth
Don’t want to lose what I had as a boy
My heart still has a beat
But love is now a feat
As common as a cold day in L.A.

Sometimes when I’m alone I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing

Love hurts
But sometimes it’s a good hurt
And it feels like I’m alive
Love sings
When it transcends the bad things
Have a heart and try me
’cause without love I won’t survive

I’m fettered and abused
Stand naked and accused
Should I surface, this one-man submarine?
I only want the truth!
So tonight we drink to youth!
I’ll never lose what I had as a boy

Sometimes when I’m alone I wonder

Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?

Love hurts
But sometimes it’s a good hurt
And it feels like I’m alive
Love sings
When it transcends the bad things
Have a heart and try me
’cause without love I won’t survive

Without love I won’t survive

it’s so cheesy, it’ll really drive you nuts. but it really hits the mark. it’s so point blank, you could see it coming. but you can dodge it. it’s hypnotizing and once you’re hooked, you’ll come to the realization that you are pathetic.

now, i’m a believer that brandon boyd is an artist.

light grenades’ lead single, anna molly, is also quite good.