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one out of three

November 30th, 2005 by epoyz

Browsing throught the news today, and was pleasantly surprised that we’re doing quite well in the ongoing SEA Games.

so naturally some questions were raised.

and the timing of this controversy happening is just right on cue.

i really don’t believe we can pull off massive cheating to have a big lead like this in an international event, so i say we won the medals fair and square. if this was a presidential election, and Comelec (hel-looo…) was handling it, i might think differently. besides, it’s not as if we’re leading by a million medals or something..

it’s just sad how all this is being handled. that’s why i totally understand why folks are giving up.

we better shape up. and fast.

speaking of shaping up, i was at the gym and noticed these two dudes in the machine next to the one i’m using. they’re every bit the "gym buddies", spotting for one another, giving each other encouragement, pushing, getting down to business and shit..and mind you, these two are very muscular, with arms like pythons and rippling veins the size of earthworms that come out when it rains..they probably go out very often for protein shake or something. i just got to thinking, these two really feed off of each other, to achieve the physique that they have right now. and that’s a good thing. another good thing is that i really don’t have the inclination to get a partner to motivate me, because you know how i am: the sight of two men in very close proximity to each other ( whether  they’re facing each other or facing the same way..ugh..), one laboring and grunting and sweating, ready to burst a vein; while the other one gives instructions and encouragement and egging him on..well, just doesn’t sit well with me. 

oh-kay. it’s carnapping and carjacking season once again, so folks, be careful out there. a lot of nasty shit going on around us, let’s just hope these fools get what’s right for them. i’ve been a victim of a series of petty thefts myself, with my spare tire, power side mirrors and chrome tire cap being stolen one after the other. my good buddy cruboy has a different theory, though.. it’s methodical carnapping, he tells me. it’s the same group of guys trying to steal my ride piece by piece. he may just be on to something there.

can you believe it’s december already? the days go by so fast. lagot na naman ako sa mga inaanak ko.

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i just want to give props to my most gangsta uncle of all time, my tito nando, who passed away a few weeks ago at the age of 60. he’s the dude in the picture, kissing my tita nelda, who was crying all throghout the time i was at the wake. when she saw this picture that my ate sent to me, she welled up once again. well, goodbye, tito nando. we’re going to miss you. he’s a good man, my uncle. lived a hard life but i never saw him bitching and moaning about it. always kidded him whenever he went out to have his hair dyed. hope him and my pops are already drinking and reacquainting up there with san pedro.

i just have some beef with the people who prayed and sang at his wake. i’m not familiar with this practice, all i ever remember of this tradition is a group of elderly women praying at the wake, with some sort of a rosary-type format of praying, with special mention of the name of the deceased in each verse, to i guess send an appeal or recommendation, i don’t know. i’m ignorant as hell but with all due respect, i don’t have anything against this practice in the first place, it just sounded a lot like my uncle wallowed in sin during his time here because they keep repeating this line about mercy for his soul and forgiveness for all he’s done wrong. when i die i don’t want this to be done at my memorial service. i don’t really need to be reminded that i was that evil and people i don’t even know have to go on and on about  the eternal damnation of my soul. i have my friends for that.

well, going back to the prayer rally, it’s okay i guess if it goes on for five or ten times. but when you get to the 150th repetition that’s just overkill. and get this: there’s a new twist where they sing between every set ( i think it’s like after every mystery in the rosary..). again: i guess i would be okay if these people are singing religious/gospel songs. but no. it sounded like each song was a ballad designed to wrench the heart of the ones left behind ( lyrics go like: "nasaan ka itay" and "huwag kang mawawala" (huh? aren’t you guys paying attention?) and "masakit ang mawalan ng itay" and other lines like that. i mean, damn.

it was almost two hours of this when we finally came to the conclusion. the "performers" asked the family and relatives to gather around the coffin to pay their final respects, and started playing a song. i must admit, this part was rather tear-jerking, and my aunts and mom and my cousins started crying while we stood around and each placed a flower on my uncle’s coffin. it was moving and all, but after the seventh or eighth song i just wanted to wrench the electric guitar from the dude and beat him to death with it. his female partner (who was sitting down all throughout) continued to dish out song after song from their playlist that my aunt needed to have a chair brought to her because she can’t afford to stand up for 45 minutes in her state. and the lyrics all go like : "sa buhay madali makahanap ng asawa, nguni’t mahirap makahanap ng itay" (what?);" itay, wag mo kaming iwan" (guess what? my uncle already did that, genius..); "hindi ko kayang mawala ka, itay"( just shut the hell up!! shut up!!!) that’s my inner monologue right there… it’s just unfortunate that these fools forced the grieving family to become an unsuspecting audience to their theatrics. after the second song the moment passed and nobody’s crying anymore. one song is enough, damn. my uncle didn’t need no damn concert. for me, "dust in the wind" or "it’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday" will be just fine, thank you. and one indication that the pair was putting on a show? after the last song the dude with the guitar went :"thank you.." in a very low voice. dammit!! just pack your shit and go. kung buhay ang tito ko binatukan na kayong dalawa ‘nun. word.

anyways, much love and respect to my departed unc. you had one hell of a run, and we’ll see you when we get there.

saw this on newsstands and just went "damn!". 051115_aniston_vmed_3pwidec
sha-zam. found out that it’s one of three GQ covers, with the other two being vince vaughn and 50 cent as the cover boys. i was buying my slam (shaq and d-wade on the cover) and ahead of me was this dude buying a GQ with the 50 cent cover. i wanted to roll up my magazine and smack him on the head with it. fitty over jen? really now? you’re spending your 450 bucks on fitty’s ugly mug? somethin’ wrong with you, boy.

weird feeling of the week : i was walking around the house without any clothes on after showering ( hey, i like cashing on the perks of living alone. like cuba gooding in jerry maguire i sometimes like to air-dry…) and i was about to brush my teeth when i saw a cleaver lying on the lavatory. my brother must have used it and left it there. weird thing is, i couldn’t bring myself near the sink with the cleaver perched right there. immediately there was this swirl of freak occurences in my head that would somehow end up with a nasty and unspeakable accident. so i went straight to my room, put some underpants on and proceeded to brush my teeth. i never even wanted to touch that big knife without anything on, with stuff just dangling out there. no sir.

tv movie of the week: JFK. saw bits of it and i couldn’t believe it was that long ago that they made this. all the coverup made me think again how people in power can control things if they really want to. or if not enough folks make a stand to dig for the truth and fight for it.

Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now controls the past
Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now?

Now testify

          -"Testify", Rage Against The Machine

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