Trojan Games
Adult in nature but I hear their thinking of introducing this sport in the next Olympics.
31 March 2004
The Adventures of Seinfeld & Superman
The Adventures of Seinfeld & Superman
"Uniform". Jerry Seinfeld and Superman. Written by Seinfeld. Directed by Barry Levinson. Really funny.
Hey Jet! Here's something that'll help you with that Seinfeld withdrawal symptoms. Really entertaining. Can't wait for the next webisode.
"Uniform". Jerry Seinfeld and Superman. Written by Seinfeld. Directed by Barry Levinson. Really funny.
Hey Jet! Here's something that'll help you with that Seinfeld withdrawal symptoms. Really entertaining. Can't wait for the next webisode.
30 March 2004
Jennifer Government: NationStates
The People's Republic of Showbizlandia
I'm trying my hand at running a nation. This is how it's doing:
"The People's Republic of Showbizlandia is a large, safe nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape. Its intelligent population of 36 million have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.
The large government juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Defence. The average income tax rate is 25%, but much higher for the wealthy. A large private sector is led by the Automobile Manufacturing industry, followed by Cheese Exports and Arms Manufacturing.
Military spending is on the increase, the mining industry is making inroads into environmentally sensitive areas, gambling is outlawed, and the death penalty has been reintroduced. Crime is well under control, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Showbizlandia's national animal is the Pony, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its currency is the Kusing.
Showbizlandia is ranked 1433rd in the region and 23,740th in the world for Largest Cheese Export Sector. "
I'm trying my hand at running a nation. This is how it's doing:
"The People's Republic of Showbizlandia is a large, safe nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape. Its intelligent population of 36 million have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.
The large government juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Defence. The average income tax rate is 25%, but much higher for the wealthy. A large private sector is led by the Automobile Manufacturing industry, followed by Cheese Exports and Arms Manufacturing.
Military spending is on the increase, the mining industry is making inroads into environmentally sensitive areas, gambling is outlawed, and the death penalty has been reintroduced. Crime is well under control, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Showbizlandia's national animal is the Pony, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its currency is the Kusing.
Showbizlandia is ranked 1433rd in the region and 23,740th in the world for Largest Cheese Export Sector. "
The Blog Phenomenon
WHY BLOG?
I knew a time would come when I have to question why I maintain this blog.
Now that I have found my brother, it has become more and more hard to post anything. And no, this is not going to be an April Fool's joke. God knows a lot of blogs will come out with a 'this is the last post' kind of thing. Right post. Wrong time.
Why do I blog? John Dvorak of PC Magazine came out with an article about it years ago. An article why people blog. Not why I blog. Silly rabbit.
Comments on my posts don't bother me anymore. Lack of comments, I mean. I don't mean that I don't appreciate them. I do. But I don't take it against anyone if I don't get any. Even site hits or inbound links are not that interesting. I average about 120 to 140 a day. Mostly google and search engines. (What is this fascination with nude pictures of Lala Montelibano?).
Before, I didn't know how to position this site. Is it going to be a portal for anything Philippines? Is it a daily log of my life? My opinions?
I still don't know. I just post whatever I think is interesting. Whether it's my life or the world around me.
There are blogs I really like. A Sassy Lawyer, cbs magic, J-Walk Blog, and Jet's A Cup of Deja Brew. It doesn't mean that the other listed in my blog links are not. It's that I always check these blogs more than once in a session. Jet's and cbsmagic stand out as my all time favorites. It's got sincerity, humor, and life. Ahhh, life.
I'm digressing. Why do I blog?
Ego? I don't have anything really desirable or successful to build an ego upon.
A stage for my opinions? Not really. I'm more comfortable venting my opinions with people I know and are in front of me.
Attention? I already get a lot with my "abilities". Even without my posts, google will still point people to Famous Philippine Scientists, Famous Filipino's, and other Philippinisms.
A mark? Something to prove that I exist? I got my family and nothing beats that.
What? Why do I blog?
I don't really adhere to that "A blog takes a life of it's own" crap. Everything has a reason behind it. I don't have one anymore for this blog. Maybe there is, maybe there isn't. I just don't see it. Maybe it's time to cash in my chips and walk away towards the sunset.
This blog will be nearing it's birthday. From baby steps to final steps. One year. It was one hell of a ride.
I knew a time would come when I have to question why I maintain this blog.
Now that I have found my brother, it has become more and more hard to post anything. And no, this is not going to be an April Fool's joke. God knows a lot of blogs will come out with a 'this is the last post' kind of thing. Right post. Wrong time.
Why do I blog? John Dvorak of PC Magazine came out with an article about it years ago. An article why people blog. Not why I blog. Silly rabbit.
Comments on my posts don't bother me anymore. Lack of comments, I mean. I don't mean that I don't appreciate them. I do. But I don't take it against anyone if I don't get any. Even site hits or inbound links are not that interesting. I average about 120 to 140 a day. Mostly google and search engines. (What is this fascination with nude pictures of Lala Montelibano?).
Before, I didn't know how to position this site. Is it going to be a portal for anything Philippines? Is it a daily log of my life? My opinions?
I still don't know. I just post whatever I think is interesting. Whether it's my life or the world around me.
There are blogs I really like. A Sassy Lawyer, cbs magic, J-Walk Blog, and Jet's A Cup of Deja Brew. It doesn't mean that the other listed in my blog links are not. It's that I always check these blogs more than once in a session. Jet's and cbsmagic stand out as my all time favorites. It's got sincerity, humor, and life. Ahhh, life.
I'm digressing. Why do I blog?
Ego? I don't have anything really desirable or successful to build an ego upon.
A stage for my opinions? Not really. I'm more comfortable venting my opinions with people I know and are in front of me.
Attention? I already get a lot with my "abilities". Even without my posts, google will still point people to Famous Philippine Scientists, Famous Filipino's, and other Philippinisms.
A mark? Something to prove that I exist? I got my family and nothing beats that.
What? Why do I blog?
I don't really adhere to that "A blog takes a life of it's own" crap. Everything has a reason behind it. I don't have one anymore for this blog. Maybe there is, maybe there isn't. I just don't see it. Maybe it's time to cash in my chips and walk away towards the sunset.
This blog will be nearing it's birthday. From baby steps to final steps. One year. It was one hell of a ride.
News 8 Austin | 24 Hour Local News | HEADLINES | All SPAM restaurant opens in the Philippines
All SPAM restaurant opens in the Philippines
Picked this up on the news wire. Actually Sassy Lawyer posted this a week or so ago. Another newsbit the world will know about us.
Let's see now, offhand, most of the world knows the ff:
1. We almost always vote our movie stars to public office.
2. We take "tasting" fifteen year olds, lightly.
3. We fiercely protect our image when it comes to foreigners criticizing us or our cities. (Claire Daines, Rob Schneider, etc. etc.) Wonder what the African-American community would feel when they see how we treat their culture in the movies (Whitney Tyson, Blackjack, Wilma Doesnt, etc. etc.)
4. We eat dogs. (Kind of passe' now but still is talked about in other countries)
5. Boracay's sewage system. (Old and outdated)
6. We love spam.
Picked this up on the news wire. Actually Sassy Lawyer posted this a week or so ago. Another newsbit the world will know about us.
Let's see now, offhand, most of the world knows the ff:
1. We almost always vote our movie stars to public office.
2. We take "tasting" fifteen year olds, lightly.
3. We fiercely protect our image when it comes to foreigners criticizing us or our cities. (Claire Daines, Rob Schneider, etc. etc.) Wonder what the African-American community would feel when they see how we treat their culture in the movies (Whitney Tyson, Blackjack, Wilma Doesnt, etc. etc.)
4. We eat dogs. (Kind of passe' now but still is talked about in other countries)
5. Boracay's sewage system. (Old and outdated)
6. We love spam.
28 March 2004
COOL MOVIE
So, love the VW beetle? Saw the new model, check it out! TRANSFORM!. It's a 1.4MB file though...
Budj baby! You gotta see this!
So, love the VW beetle? Saw the new model, check it out! TRANSFORM!. It's a 1.4MB file though...
Budj baby! You gotta see this!
25 March 2004
TRAPPED BY UNDEAD, NEED HELP
TRAPPED BY UNDEAD, NEED HELP
"...I've only got a little time. I don't know how long our barricade will hold. There's not many of them out there now, but I can see more coming. What's happening? Does anyone know? We were attacked in the early evening. I think we lost the girls. I have no clue what happened to them. It was all too fast. We need help. If anyone reads this and knows what's happening, please let us know...."
Mitch, First post.
Feb 23, 2004
Two guys are trapped in a cabin in King's Canyon National Park and are surrounded by zombies. Yup, ZOMBIES. What do they do? They set up a blog from a computer in the cabin. This is one real entertaining blog.
Oh be sure to check the archives and start from the beginning.
"...I've only got a little time. I don't know how long our barricade will hold. There's not many of them out there now, but I can see more coming. What's happening? Does anyone know? We were attacked in the early evening. I think we lost the girls. I have no clue what happened to them. It was all too fast. We need help. If anyone reads this and knows what's happening, please let us know...."
Mitch, First post.
Feb 23, 2004
Two guys are trapped in a cabin in King's Canyon National Park and are surrounded by zombies. Yup, ZOMBIES. What do they do? They set up a blog from a computer in the cabin. This is one real entertaining blog.
Oh be sure to check the archives and start from the beginning.
24 March 2004
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23 March 2004
The Granduation
THE GRANDUATION
There should be a law against this.
I'm getting too far ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.
It was a Thursday and I had to get up early for an eight o' clock mass. It was a mass to celebrate the graduation of the kindergarden students. Obviously, the mass was full of singing kids, kids coming up and giving short prayers, etc. etc. Stuff to make parents proud of their kids.
Not that I'm not. Gabbi correctly pronouncing the word "underpriveleged" was a heart tugger. No baby talk either. You know, the ones those kids do during TV shows. But I'm digressing. It was emotional blackmail I told you. What parent would not want to be there.
After the mass which ended shortly before ten. (Yup, it was a loooong one. Singing kids, remember?). We were told to return to school by three pm when the ceremony proper will start. Why not do it after the mass was puzzling to me. Till it happened.
So fast forward to that afternoon. A lot of kids in costumes, make up, and stuff. MAKE UP! Some look like they were going to a Talent Promo audition to Japan! Gabbi had hers real subtle. Thanks to Clarins Brand Manager Mama.
Costumes? Yup. Seems there was a class play before the graduation. It was about a farmer and a cow or something. No one in the audience knew what it was about. Just kids talking and then breaking into song. Oh, they split the whole class into ten groups. Each with their own individual number. With Gabbi being one of the tallest, she was regelated to the back end where you'd need the Hubble Telescope to get a good look at her.
So, after a hour and a half, the play ended. Midstream, I already stepped out and had a cigarette. ONE HOUR AND A HALF! And the graduation hasn't even started! Okay, I might be exaggerating but it really seemed like an hour and a half. It lasted probably around an hour and fifteen.
After the play, the kids had to go down and change to their school uniform. CHANGE! It was pandemonium. They went back up for the parade of graduates. Yup. Same venue. Same chairs. Same crown. Different clothes though.
Let me cut to the chase. THe whole ceremony lasted til eight at night! Kids singing. Going back to their chairs. Going back up again and singing again. At one time, they seperatated into three groups and sung seperately! Torture. Only the bravest and obsessive of stage mothers would have weathered it. Annabelle Rama would have loved it.
I was already grouchy near the end. Tess was hysterical. She was having fun at me. I mean, it was really bad. I wanted to stand up and shout "Magpauwi na kayo! Gutom na ako! (Let us go home! I'm hungry already!)". You know it's too long when the camcorders and camera's of the rich parents RAN OUT OF FILM. By the end of the ceremony, hardly anyone was taking pictures anymore. Only names.
I don't want to sound unappreciative but that one just burned up any remaining brain cells that I got. All in all, including the mass, we were there for eight hours more or less! Eight hours! But seeing that medal in Gabbi's neck eased it up a bit. Did I tell you that the ceremony proper was just under forty minutes?
So... after the ceremony, we were on our way home. I promised Gabbi we would drop by the budget mall. I asked her if we'd be going. She said she's too tired and just wanted to go home. For a kid to decline to mall and just wanting to go home speaks volumes.
Thank god the next graduation ceremony I'd be attending is around four years down the road. I'll be prepared then. I already have a thermos full of coffee to bring along.
There should be a law against this.
I'm getting too far ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.
It was a Thursday and I had to get up early for an eight o' clock mass. It was a mass to celebrate the graduation of the kindergarden students. Obviously, the mass was full of singing kids, kids coming up and giving short prayers, etc. etc. Stuff to make parents proud of their kids.
Not that I'm not. Gabbi correctly pronouncing the word "underpriveleged" was a heart tugger. No baby talk either. You know, the ones those kids do during TV shows. But I'm digressing. It was emotional blackmail I told you. What parent would not want to be there.
After the mass which ended shortly before ten. (Yup, it was a loooong one. Singing kids, remember?). We were told to return to school by three pm when the ceremony proper will start. Why not do it after the mass was puzzling to me. Till it happened.
So fast forward to that afternoon. A lot of kids in costumes, make up, and stuff. MAKE UP! Some look like they were going to a Talent Promo audition to Japan! Gabbi had hers real subtle. Thanks to Clarins Brand Manager Mama.
Costumes? Yup. Seems there was a class play before the graduation. It was about a farmer and a cow or something. No one in the audience knew what it was about. Just kids talking and then breaking into song. Oh, they split the whole class into ten groups. Each with their own individual number. With Gabbi being one of the tallest, she was regelated to the back end where you'd need the Hubble Telescope to get a good look at her.
So, after a hour and a half, the play ended. Midstream, I already stepped out and had a cigarette. ONE HOUR AND A HALF! And the graduation hasn't even started! Okay, I might be exaggerating but it really seemed like an hour and a half. It lasted probably around an hour and fifteen.
After the play, the kids had to go down and change to their school uniform. CHANGE! It was pandemonium. They went back up for the parade of graduates. Yup. Same venue. Same chairs. Same crown. Different clothes though.
Let me cut to the chase. THe whole ceremony lasted til eight at night! Kids singing. Going back to their chairs. Going back up again and singing again. At one time, they seperatated into three groups and sung seperately! Torture. Only the bravest and obsessive of stage mothers would have weathered it. Annabelle Rama would have loved it.
I was already grouchy near the end. Tess was hysterical. She was having fun at me. I mean, it was really bad. I wanted to stand up and shout "Magpauwi na kayo! Gutom na ako! (Let us go home! I'm hungry already!)". You know it's too long when the camcorders and camera's of the rich parents RAN OUT OF FILM. By the end of the ceremony, hardly anyone was taking pictures anymore. Only names.
I don't want to sound unappreciative but that one just burned up any remaining brain cells that I got. All in all, including the mass, we were there for eight hours more or less! Eight hours! But seeing that medal in Gabbi's neck eased it up a bit. Did I tell you that the ceremony proper was just under forty minutes?
So... after the ceremony, we were on our way home. I promised Gabbi we would drop by the budget mall. I asked her if we'd be going. She said she's too tired and just wanted to go home. For a kid to decline to mall and just wanting to go home speaks volumes.
Thank god the next graduation ceremony I'd be attending is around four years down the road. I'll be prepared then. I already have a thermos full of coffee to bring along.
21 March 2004
JAMES AT 44
His name is James. Doesn't ring a bell? Well he's 44 now. Still can't remember him? Oh well, we'll just call him James. James at 44.
Remember that show? James at 15, I mean. Man, the most vivid image of that show I had was when he was making out with Melissa Sue Anderson in the forest. Remember that? Then he had to move somewhere else. When he visited her, she has another boyfriend?
I was grade four then. But man, sleeping bags and forests were in my dreams for a looong time. Oh yeah, and Melissa Sue Anderson.
His name is James. Doesn't ring a bell? Well he's 44 now. Still can't remember him? Oh well, we'll just call him James. James at 44.
Remember that show? James at 15, I mean. Man, the most vivid image of that show I had was when he was making out with Melissa Sue Anderson in the forest. Remember that? Then he had to move somewhere else. When he visited her, she has another boyfriend?
I was grade four then. But man, sleeping bags and forests were in my dreams for a looong time. Oh yeah, and Melissa Sue Anderson.
20 March 2004
CSI: NEW YORK
"The who in 'CSI: New York' has been set: Gary Sinise has signed on for the lead role in the third installment of the hit crime franchise...will play Detective Rick Calucci, an elite first-grade detective of a New York CSI unit. Character will be a widower who lost his wife on 9/11, according to series creator Anthony Zuiker...."
Gary Sinise! Whoa! Lieutenant Dan!
Next up, CSI: Kookamanga with Don Knotts.
"The who in 'CSI: New York' has been set: Gary Sinise has signed on for the lead role in the third installment of the hit crime franchise...will play Detective Rick Calucci, an elite first-grade detective of a New York CSI unit. Character will be a widower who lost his wife on 9/11, according to series creator Anthony Zuiker...."
Gary Sinise! Whoa! Lieutenant Dan!
Next up, CSI: Kookamanga with Don Knotts.
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Imaginary Girlfriends
"Tired of your friends and family telling you to get a girlfriend?
Want to make that certain someone a little jealous?
Need a confidence boost? Just feeling lonely sometimes?
With an Imaginary Girlfriend, you can carry on a completely fictitious, yet authentic looking relationship with the girl of your choice..."
You think I could use this as an April Fools Joke on my wife, Tess? You kidding me? I don't have a deathwish!
I could see it now, "No! Really! She's just imaginary! The emails are all made up!"
(via Something Awful)
"Tired of your friends and family telling you to get a girlfriend?
Want to make that certain someone a little jealous?
Need a confidence boost? Just feeling lonely sometimes?
With an Imaginary Girlfriend, you can carry on a completely fictitious, yet authentic looking relationship with the girl of your choice..."
You think I could use this as an April Fools Joke on my wife, Tess? You kidding me? I don't have a deathwish!
I could see it now, "No! Really! She's just imaginary! The emails are all made up!"
(via Something Awful)
World Famous in the Philippines
IT COMES IN THREES!
Talk about a bad night! I went to Malate to pick up some stuff and meet a new manager in a bar.
As I got there, parking was horrible! Good thing I know all the parking attendants there and they found a space for me to park. It was a tight squeeze and took me twenty minutes or so while the malate crowd oggled on wondering who this no talent driver was.
I got off and walked towards the bar. I stopped to buy cigarrettes and whamo! I slipped into the CLOGGED gutter. I was wet and stinky up to my waist. And this is Friday night in Malate, so go figure, I think a thousand people so me do the swan.
I went back to my car with the purpose of going home and changing only to find out that I had locked the keys inside.
So, I took a cab, went home and changed. Tess was worried that I had to go back. Anyway, I did. I couldn't just leave the car in Malate over the weekend, could I? SO I hopped back into a cab and proceeded to Malate. Halfway there, I find out that I left all my cash at home. Small amount though, just 300 bucks. But still, I have nothing to pay the cab with. So I told the driver to stop by the nearest ATM (I'm not that dumb to leave my wallet). I check my account, guess what, only P180! I couldn't withdraw the 80 pesos. So go figure, the fare was already 79 so I paid the cab there and walked three blocks back to Nakpil St.
So if you think about it, I only have about 400 bucks to my name. The weekend is here and Gabbi wants to go out and celebrate her granduation (another worthy story to post, I think it would beat this one) from Kindergarden. I'll just bring her into a McDonalds and avoid National Bookstore.
I should be grumpy and grouchy this time, right. With all this happening. But guess what? I'm not. Know why? As I was coming home, my thought was that this one is a good story to send my bro and that we could laugh about it.
I think that's what family is for. To ease the pain and give strength.
Now, I wonder if the good will come in threes too....
Talk about a bad night! I went to Malate to pick up some stuff and meet a new manager in a bar.
As I got there, parking was horrible! Good thing I know all the parking attendants there and they found a space for me to park. It was a tight squeeze and took me twenty minutes or so while the malate crowd oggled on wondering who this no talent driver was.
I got off and walked towards the bar. I stopped to buy cigarrettes and whamo! I slipped into the CLOGGED gutter. I was wet and stinky up to my waist. And this is Friday night in Malate, so go figure, I think a thousand people so me do the swan.
I went back to my car with the purpose of going home and changing only to find out that I had locked the keys inside.
So, I took a cab, went home and changed. Tess was worried that I had to go back. Anyway, I did. I couldn't just leave the car in Malate over the weekend, could I? SO I hopped back into a cab and proceeded to Malate. Halfway there, I find out that I left all my cash at home. Small amount though, just 300 bucks. But still, I have nothing to pay the cab with. So I told the driver to stop by the nearest ATM (I'm not that dumb to leave my wallet). I check my account, guess what, only P180! I couldn't withdraw the 80 pesos. So go figure, the fare was already 79 so I paid the cab there and walked three blocks back to Nakpil St.
So if you think about it, I only have about 400 bucks to my name. The weekend is here and Gabbi wants to go out and celebrate her granduation (another worthy story to post, I think it would beat this one) from Kindergarden. I'll just bring her into a McDonalds and avoid National Bookstore.
I should be grumpy and grouchy this time, right. With all this happening. But guess what? I'm not. Know why? As I was coming home, my thought was that this one is a good story to send my bro and that we could laugh about it.
I think that's what family is for. To ease the pain and give strength.
Now, I wonder if the good will come in threes too....
17 March 2004
WHOA!
Remember my past blogs about how Star Wars was special since it was the only time that my brother and I ever watched a movie with my dad? Well, George Lucas found out about it and visited my brother! My brother knows George Lucas!
I am so proud. A lot of people would want to see GL but to be VISITED by him! Man, that's something else.
So, bro. About that Glass tube lightsabre. Wanna send it over here? Heh...heh...heh...
Remember my past blogs about how Star Wars was special since it was the only time that my brother and I ever watched a movie with my dad? Well, George Lucas found out about it and visited my brother! My brother knows George Lucas!
I am so proud. A lot of people would want to see GL but to be VISITED by him! Man, that's something else.
So, bro. About that Glass tube lightsabre. Wanna send it over here? Heh...heh...heh...
16 March 2004
SILVER LININGS
For years, I have been going thru search engines trying to find my brother. The last time we got in touch was 1992. After that, there was nothing.
Today, I got an email from him. He found me via this blog. Actually, I set up this blog in the hopes that he would find it. He did. I just can't say how happy I am. The timing could not be as right as now. When the world (outside of my family) for me seems to be losing meaning.
Anyway, dude! Bro! Old Jedi. Glad to have touched base with you again. Now the universe feels right for me again.
For years, I have been going thru search engines trying to find my brother. The last time we got in touch was 1992. After that, there was nothing.
Today, I got an email from him. He found me via this blog. Actually, I set up this blog in the hopes that he would find it. He did. I just can't say how happy I am. The timing could not be as right as now. When the world (outside of my family) for me seems to be losing meaning.
Anyway, dude! Bro! Old Jedi. Glad to have touched base with you again. Now the universe feels right for me again.
15 March 2004
BACK FROM SUBIC
So, I spent a couple of days in Subic. For work, silly rabbit. And just given a day's notice! That meant after my rounds of the bars which ended around 2am, I went back to the office and proceeded to Subic. Where, mind you, the seminar started at 8 am. And ended around eight pm. We had dinner and proceeded to a bar. We played billiards there til around 2 am.
That meant, I was up for more than 40 hours! Straight. And to think that the next day, the seminar started at nine am! Oh well.
I get back home. Tess and the kids were happy to see me back. We went to a garage sale just down the road and I bought a slightly used trampoline for them for just 200 bucks! The kids were ecstatic over it.
Anyway, all this talk about religion, the Passion movie, and culture in my favorite blogs kind of crossed paths with me. Tess told me that her boss bought tickets to the premier of The Passion and insisted (ummm.. ordered, actually) that I go watch it. And gave Tess two tickets.
Ooookay. SO now, I have to watch The Passion. It's not as if I don't know the ending. I'm not a religious person. I told Jet that I never get the church in the way of my faith. I always have the belief that the church, being run by man, do not, has not, and will not have the authority to judge or prejudge what is right or wrong.
I don't know but during spanish times, I never heard news or stories that the vatican decry what the spanish priests did to the Philippines then. They didn't protest when Hitler were killing Jews. The most I heard about the CHurch's protest on the Arab conflict was when a group of Arab terrorists hid in a church in Israel. Yes, I am a Roman Catholic. Yes, I believe in God. Yes, I believe that God matters in all our lives. Yes, I believe in Christianity. But no, I do not believe in the Church. I am an unconventional catholic.
How many married priests, gay priests, pedophile priests have the church protected. Even here in the Philippines, this is happening. Have they, ever protected us from their own? Render to Caesar what is Caesar (or something to that effect), but we see the Church dabbling in politics.
When I was nine, a priest almost molested me. I did not know that it was molestation. If it were not for my best friend calling me then, I would have been a statistic. Where was the church then? I believe God saved me. But not the church.
As for the movie? Here's a bit. When the Church protested the movie "The Last Temptation of Christ", it was banned from a lot of countries. When the Jews protested about "The Passion", the lead actor was struck by lightning. Twice.
So, I spent a couple of days in Subic. For work, silly rabbit. And just given a day's notice! That meant after my rounds of the bars which ended around 2am, I went back to the office and proceeded to Subic. Where, mind you, the seminar started at 8 am. And ended around eight pm. We had dinner and proceeded to a bar. We played billiards there til around 2 am.
That meant, I was up for more than 40 hours! Straight. And to think that the next day, the seminar started at nine am! Oh well.
I get back home. Tess and the kids were happy to see me back. We went to a garage sale just down the road and I bought a slightly used trampoline for them for just 200 bucks! The kids were ecstatic over it.
Anyway, all this talk about religion, the Passion movie, and culture in my favorite blogs kind of crossed paths with me. Tess told me that her boss bought tickets to the premier of The Passion and insisted (ummm.. ordered, actually) that I go watch it. And gave Tess two tickets.
Ooookay. SO now, I have to watch The Passion. It's not as if I don't know the ending. I'm not a religious person. I told Jet that I never get the church in the way of my faith. I always have the belief that the church, being run by man, do not, has not, and will not have the authority to judge or prejudge what is right or wrong.
I don't know but during spanish times, I never heard news or stories that the vatican decry what the spanish priests did to the Philippines then. They didn't protest when Hitler were killing Jews. The most I heard about the CHurch's protest on the Arab conflict was when a group of Arab terrorists hid in a church in Israel. Yes, I am a Roman Catholic. Yes, I believe in God. Yes, I believe that God matters in all our lives. Yes, I believe in Christianity. But no, I do not believe in the Church. I am an unconventional catholic.
How many married priests, gay priests, pedophile priests have the church protected. Even here in the Philippines, this is happening. Have they, ever protected us from their own? Render to Caesar what is Caesar (or something to that effect), but we see the Church dabbling in politics.
When I was nine, a priest almost molested me. I did not know that it was molestation. If it were not for my best friend calling me then, I would have been a statistic. Where was the church then? I believe God saved me. But not the church.
As for the movie? Here's a bit. When the Church protested the movie "The Last Temptation of Christ", it was banned from a lot of countries. When the Jews protested about "The Passion", the lead actor was struck by lightning. Twice.
The Australian: It's another world ... but is it our 10th planet? [March 15, 2004]
10th Planet found?
" SCIENTISTS have found a new world orbiting the solar system – more than 3 billion kilometres further away from the Sun than Pluto and 40 years away from Earth in a space shuttle... It is provisionally known as Sedna, after the Inuit goddess of the sea....
Planet Sedna. I preferred Planet X. That's what we called it before its discovery, remember?
" SCIENTISTS have found a new world orbiting the solar system – more than 3 billion kilometres further away from the Sun than Pluto and 40 years away from Earth in a space shuttle... It is provisionally known as Sedna, after the Inuit goddess of the sea....
Planet Sedna. I preferred Planet X. That's what we called it before its discovery, remember?
10 March 2004
-=Ron Villanueva's Web Log =-
A Blogger says goodbye
It's sad sometimes when one loses hope and decides to end it all. Sadder still when his or her life is open to everyone.
To Ron's friends and family, my condolonces.
It's sad sometimes when one loses hope and decides to end it all. Sadder still when his or her life is open to everyone.
To Ron's friends and family, my condolonces.
MCN Notepad ... Passion: The Script Notes
Steve Martin on "The Passion
"Love the Jesus character. So likable. He can't seem to catch a break! We identify with him because of it. One thing, I think we need to clearly state 'the rules.' Why doesn't he use his super powers to save himself?..."
Steve Martin satirizes a letter to Mel Gibson. Really funny stuff. Reminds me of his book, "Pure Drivel". My favorite there is Michael Jackson's Face, The Lolita bit, and the Stalker Letter. Can't recall the titles and the book is buried in a box somewhere in the house.
(via The J-Walk Blog)
"Love the Jesus character. So likable. He can't seem to catch a break! We identify with him because of it. One thing, I think we need to clearly state 'the rules.' Why doesn't he use his super powers to save himself?..."
Steve Martin satirizes a letter to Mel Gibson. Really funny stuff. Reminds me of his book, "Pure Drivel". My favorite there is Michael Jackson's Face, The Lolita bit, and the Stalker Letter. Can't recall the titles and the book is buried in a box somewhere in the house.
(via The J-Walk Blog)
09 March 2004
Classic '80s Games : Play Now!
Classic '80s Games : Play Now!
Pacman, Donkey Kong, Frogger, Tetris. Games that ate up so much quarters and time during the eighties. Now available to play for free on the net.
My daughter, Gabbi, loves Frogger. Tess likes to play Tetris. I just gravitate towards Donkey Kong.
One thing though, no matter how advanced our technology is compared then, it really takes a lot of skill to still play these games.
(via The Presurfer)
Pacman, Donkey Kong, Frogger, Tetris. Games that ate up so much quarters and time during the eighties. Now available to play for free on the net.
My daughter, Gabbi, loves Frogger. Tess likes to play Tetris. I just gravitate towards Donkey Kong.
One thing though, no matter how advanced our technology is compared then, it really takes a lot of skill to still play these games.
(via The Presurfer)
06 March 2004
Easy on the Adverbs, Exclamation Points and Especially Hooptedoodle
Elmore Leonard's Ten Simple Rules on Writing
"Easy on the Adverbs, Exclamation Points and Especially Hooptedoodle
Elmore's Rules of Writing
These are rules I've picked up along the way to help me remain invisible when I'm writing a book, to help me show rather than tell what's taking place in the story. If you have a facility for language and imagery and the sound of your voice pleases you, invisibility is not what you are after, and you can skip the rules. Still, you might look them over."
"Easy on the Adverbs, Exclamation Points and Especially Hooptedoodle
Elmore's Rules of Writing
These are rules I've picked up along the way to help me remain invisible when I'm writing a book, to help me show rather than tell what's taking place in the story. If you have a facility for language and imagery and the sound of your voice pleases you, invisibility is not what you are after, and you can skip the rules. Still, you might look them over."
Easy on the Adverbs, Exclamation Points and Especially Hooptedoodle
Elmore Leonard's Ten Simple Rules on Writing
"Easy on the Adverbs, Exclamation Points and Especially Hooptedoodle
Elmore's Rules of Writing
These are rules I've picked up along the way to help me remain invisible when I'm writing a book, to help me show rather than tell what's taking place in the story. If you have a facility for language and imagery and the sound of your voice pleases you, invisibility is not what you are after, and you can skip the rules. Still, you might look them over."
"Easy on the Adverbs, Exclamation Points and Especially Hooptedoodle
Elmore's Rules of Writing
These are rules I've picked up along the way to help me remain invisible when I'm writing a book, to help me show rather than tell what's taking place in the story. If you have a facility for language and imagery and the sound of your voice pleases you, invisibility is not what you are after, and you can skip the rules. Still, you might look them over."
05 March 2004
Movie Alphabet Game #1
Movie Alphabet Game #1
Dig yourself as a movie buff? Know all the quotes from movies by heart? Well take this test and see if you truly are the movie uber geek that you regard yourself with.
I thought I was one, till I took this test. I only got A, B, D, G, H, i, K, L, M, Q, T, U, W, X and Z. THats' only 15. Now I can't sleep.
(via Leaning Towards the Dark Side)
Dig yourself as a movie buff? Know all the quotes from movies by heart? Well take this test and see if you truly are the movie uber geek that you regard yourself with.
I thought I was one, till I took this test. I only got A, B, D, G, H, i, K, L, M, Q, T, U, W, X and Z. THats' only 15. Now I can't sleep.
(via Leaning Towards the Dark Side)
03 March 2004
One Trilogy to Rule Them All
One Trilogy to Rule Them All
"Lord of the Rings vs. The Matrix vs. Star Wars
A Comparitive Critique by Dr. Albert Oxford, PhD
WARNING: In this article we DO quantifiably conclude which film trilogy is superior. If you cannot tolerate having your opinions challenged or hearing forceful statements backed up by empirical fact, please leave and continue your grazing..."
HEY! They forgot the Godfather Trilogy! If only Lucabraz... Lukebro... Luce... ummmm.. that guy who sleeps with the fishes were alive...
"Lord of the Rings vs. The Matrix vs. Star Wars
A Comparitive Critique by Dr. Albert Oxford, PhD
WARNING: In this article we DO quantifiably conclude which film trilogy is superior. If you cannot tolerate having your opinions challenged or hearing forceful statements backed up by empirical fact, please leave and continue your grazing..."
HEY! They forgot the Godfather Trilogy! If only Lucabraz... Lukebro... Luce... ummmm.. that guy who sleeps with the fishes were alive...
02 March 2004
PLOP
PLOP!
by jobert
Out of boredom, a solitary drop of rain jumped from the sky.
"Will any one welcome me?", it thought to itself.
"I wonder if I will make a difference."
As it hurtled downward to the ground. The drop of rain dreamed the dreams a drop of rain usually dreams about.
It fell on a still and quiet lake.
At once, it felt that it belonged. That it was with friends. Unique in itself but part of something. Something wonderful.
It was so happy that it shouted out with joy. Of course, a shout of joy from a drop of rain, sounds like this; "PLOP!".
"PLOP!", it said. And the other drops in the sky heard it. Envious that this particular drop of rain was so happy. They decided to join it.
And all of the drops of rain in the sky, hurled themselves to the ground. Excited. Anticipating.
All of them also felt so happy that they themselves shouted with joy.
"PLOP!".
by jobert
Out of boredom, a solitary drop of rain jumped from the sky.
"Will any one welcome me?", it thought to itself.
"I wonder if I will make a difference."
As it hurtled downward to the ground. The drop of rain dreamed the dreams a drop of rain usually dreams about.
It fell on a still and quiet lake.
At once, it felt that it belonged. That it was with friends. Unique in itself but part of something. Something wonderful.
It was so happy that it shouted out with joy. Of course, a shout of joy from a drop of rain, sounds like this; "PLOP!".
"PLOP!", it said. And the other drops in the sky heard it. Envious that this particular drop of rain was so happy. They decided to join it.
And all of the drops of rain in the sky, hurled themselves to the ground. Excited. Anticipating.
All of them also felt so happy that they themselves shouted with joy.
"PLOP!".
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