Ice Carvings

The Kings are back big-time, and even yours truly, the modern male Cassandra, the jinx-god of the premature statements, can't contain his newfound pleasure he had to blog about it. Kings routed the defending champion Spurs in Game 4 earlier, 102-84, evening out the series to 2 wins apiece. I don't really care if they lose eventually, cause it only shows my team has heart. The win made up for a lousy experience last night, where we went to National Bookstore and saw all these official NBA notebooks for sale. Went through all of them and couldn't find not even one lousy Kings steno pad. Ach. I have half a mind to visit the manufacturer. And later, i'll be going to the Bad Boy tour featuring Dennis Rodman in Araneta Coliseum courtesy of 2 free in-law tickets. Finally get to see some real NBA players live. And maybe get some decent memories. Last night was a highlight of bad ones, as i had one of the weirdest dreams ever. I dreamt i was minding my own business at the LRT Mo

i really don't make sense. i create a blog, write all my deepest darkest (but publishable) thoughts - on anything: reporting blow-by-blow accounts of tiffs with workmates, air frustrations on friends, rip off well-intended events, and write bone-dry travel guides. Then, somebody asks me for a work sample and i casually mention i have a blog. They ask, i cutely resist, then give out the URL. I don't hear from them again. Not an even a Don't Reply rejection letter. Does reading a few entries make them realize i'm not exactly team player material? Now that i thought about it: I hope not, i don't rip off anyone because i'm Migraine Boy or a hatemonger. I usually am a passive, give-in person who never exactly wins a heated argument, especially at the office. I air my gripes through this pixel powered journal. But it's meant for me. It doesn't impair on my ability to write articles, direct a production, develop marketing strategies, or summarize an entire book

prologue: I hedged against writing this entry but i guess transparency won over everything else. If i continued writing about just the good things, it wouldn't make much sense 10 years from now, as any offspring might see this and conclude that was a cheery person my entire life. --- We lost a game we should have won last night by 3 points. Led the entire game except the last 2 minutes. And what's worse, i spent the whole game chained to the bench. I do realize i may not be as good as the rest of the players, but i try to do my share whenever asked. I really felt bad knowing i could have helped one way or the other, but i guess the coach was afraid i'd do more harm than good. So despite being the earliest to arrive for the game, my jersey hardly worked up a sweat, and it was so bad that my water bottle got home untouched. I even forgot to bring home my shoes. A teammate took it home with him and joked later that it was lucky it didnt fit him. If it did, i would have given

Trust me It's Paradise This is where the hungry come to feed For mine is a generation that circles the globe in search of something we haven't tried before so never refuse an invitation never resist the unfamiliar never fail to be polite and never outstay your welcome just keep your mind open and suck in the experience and if it hurts you know what... it's probably worth it you hope, and you dream but you never believe that something is going to happen for you not like it does in the movies and when it actually does you expect it to feel different more visceral more real i was waiting for it to hit me i still believe in paradise but now at least i know it's not some place you can look for cause it's not where you go it's how you feel for a moment in your life and if you find that moment it lasts forever - Orbital (feat. Leonardo Di Caprio) "Beached" There we go again. Somebody beat me to the lines. No regrets though. Makes a wonderful soundtrack when d

while i would like to thank our previous guest writer, that would be the last time i let a starfish write for me. it was a day filled with adventures and instead of reliving the fun, the stupid living christmas decor decided to use my blog to air his grievances... Apart from the starfish experiment (everything ethical), i found happiness that day starting on a sand castle. With a shovel, a small plastic pail, and a styrofoam cup as molds, i never went far. The warm beer i brought helped me accept the fact that without the proper vision (or molds), i can never create a decent hasbro or lego-type castle. Of course, my companions have long since abandoned me in this effort - they had to sleep away the effects of snorkeling a few hours earlier. Ah, a new favorite activity of mine, snorkeling. I realized while swimming with the fishes that i loved those national geographic shows for a reason. it was exhilarting to see living creatures darting around and singularly avoiding you. you consciou

i hate Holy Week. Talk about invasion of privacy. What's so holy about that? One week a year and tourists go ape shit. I wish to God they'd be content to watch you in your natural habitat. But nooo. They pick you up, turn you around, and take stupid videos of you doing what comes naturally. Here i am, minding my own fucking business -- mind you, the harmless business of burying myself halfway in the sand, and feeding on plankton. For God's sake, plankton! microscopic organisms nobody would miss. And i do my part in keeping the ocean clean. Then these bastards come in droves during Holy Week. They crowd the shores, and they have the nerve to pick on wildlife. Harmless fucking wildlife that survived millions of years of evolution, only to be picked up by a 30-year old in an outdated Kings jersey for the sole reason he doesn't know what starfish do when they flip over. The nerve of the retro-loving bastard. I do what i do, what nature taught me to do. Survive. I flip over

Happy Easter! My back still hurts from repeated exposure to the fierce sun, and i have yet to recover from a minor cold, but i couldn't feel better. Just spent four glorious days at the beach in Matabungkay. For those of you who know me well, that's saying a lot. I'm not exactly a beach person, and i would almost always choose the cooler climates over surf and sky. Turned out that i needed little convincing to be a beach bum. A simple episode of snorkeling and sand castling was enough for me to plan our next trip: to Palawan no less. Day 1: Arrived after wrestling with a map provided by the travel agency -- a harbinger of things to come. The map itself was unlike any map i've seen, with directions that look like they used bent wire and traced it over paper. Landmarks were curiously chosen: a 7-11, a sugar mill, and guess-where junctions that offer little chance of redemption if you chose wrongly. In between the 3-hour drive, we treated ourselves with a Bulalo lunch at

it's been almost a month and i haven't added anything to my Sacramento Kings collection. It's more than lack of money -- supporting a collection usually involves extra money. However, even though inflow is good (even great at times) after i decided to fly solo, i realized the first pitfall of business: the unreliability of collecting. Some clients are cool and pay as soon as you deliver, but there are some where you have to spend additional expenses in cell charges just to get them to notice you and your billing. I am at a loss on where to get more stuff. I have long given up this country as Lakers-Bulls-Rockets-Cavaliers territory. The popularity of past champions and emerging superstars have also led to the availability of the Pistons, Spurs, Nuggets and Heat. Where does that leave my beloved team? SM sports an NBA store where they sell everything - sandos, undershirts, mugs, head/wristbands, keychains, sports bottles, towels, socks, and caps that flash your favorite NBA

sometimes i wonder what it feels like to get old. for the nth time, i let my anger over something else affect the rest of my day. something i should have just ignored altogether. it somehow seeped into the rest of the day. i even went so far as to argue with nel over a seemingly innocuous matter. funny how some people rub off on you. but i think nel summed it up best: "You go to extremes. There are people who walk over you and yet you don't mind. Then there are people who are nice to you but these you think weird about." Too high and too low. There ain't no in between. If i stumble and fall, it's all or nothing at all. Darling, i don't know why i go to extremes. - Billy Joel "I Go To Extremes" Anyway, i think it's true. I should stop selling myself short. Just walk away and say nothing. There are plenty of people who value your time and still manage to enjoy your company. Besides, i got enough on my plate already. Work and otherwise. It's nic

i was this close to declaring earlier a confirmed bad day for me today. consider the facts: 1. i lost my ATM card. 2. saw that the electric bill increased by 30% since i decided to save on gas by working at home. 3. my phone has gone haywire the past few days. Loses signal even on high-traffic areas. and when the signal came back, i was out of credits. while driving. 4. late for a meeting. because my phone wouldn't let me ask for directions. 5. Meeting went on and on. so i had to hoof it for my other meeting. but, considering the gains i made, i'd call it a frabjous day (callou, callay!). During the meeting that i came in late. we were offered to do another project same timetable. I get to direct and write this one. And boy, am i excited. Then, despite my barging into a client's intimate dinner, he seemed to like the deluge of designs presented to him. Considering i was at my wit's end last week trying to please him, it was a refreshing change. Just a week to go and i&#