Ice Carvings

funny how when you buy toys for your kids, you pick two things: 1. The toys you enjoyed as a kid, especially those with much improved features. we're talking about three decades of research and development, so they're bound to get cooler. or 2. The toys you wanted before but you were either too poor, too old, or too clumsy to get. I got elan a toy biplane for Christmas, one held together by lug nuts and comes with a power screwdriver. Despite the fact that the kid is barely a year, and this toy is designed for 3 years old and up, i still wanted him to have it, as i was afraid that by the time he's 3, it wouldn't be on the market anymore. I got a similar toy back when i was three or four and instead of a power screwdriver, came with a plastic wrench. I'd spend hours playing mechanic, making plane noises and alternately assembling and disassembling the plane without even considering the damn thing was too fat that it wouldn't fly at any point. It was fun...

With only a few days before 2k11, yours truly is proud to say that he survived 2010 bruised, battered and with a renewed lust for life. How can i mix such polar opposites in one sentence? It's pretty much simple: Things are gonna get better. Not bound to get better, but will get better. Over the years, i have grown to accept that most of my injuries - physical and otherwise, are of the self-inflicted kind, it would be fun to take a different mindset, especially if you're fast approaching 40, with a year-old son who has already usurped your title as King of the Curious. Part of the solution is straightforward. I'm not saying its easy, but it's not rocket science either: Let things go. While it's fun to probe and analyze and reverse engineer, it's even fun to just savor the moment. That way, I avoid making me... (lead into song..) Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk? I didn't mean to call you that. I can't remember what was said or what ...

time flies when you're a slave to the grind. It's been a month since my last post and it felt like it was just yesterday. Yet the losing streak continues. I should really stop talking about the kings due to two things: 1. When they're on a roll, i invariably hex them into a nosedive. 2. When they're into a nosedive, they dive even more. Just good luck, you jerks. My Lakers-fan of a brother has long since stopped trash talking me out of indifference. --- Raffles. Ah, the momentary escape of the masses where each ticket holder is given a statistical chance of winning something big in exchange for the price of something small. I hate raffles. Last week's events gave me a chance to win the following: 1. Netbook. 2. 19-in LCD TV 3. Nokia C3 cellphone 4. Digital camera. 5. Beer tower 6. 741 million pesos It's bad enough that i already feel like the miserable wretch that i am on a daily basis, but not winning anything in 3 raffles (lotto, plant raffle, and sales raffl...