What?!?

.:Whattan Idiot:.

::slaps forehead::

I left the mic on after an ad lib I had for the show.

This is the first time this has ever happened to me, considering how careful I've always been due to the fact that I see Chico and Delle leave their mics open during their show so often that I end up being paranoid of having that happen to me.

So I guess that'd explain the crunching sounds you guys heard while a song was playing... the mic was still on... ah, well.

.:A Few Changes:.

I already made a few additions and subtractions to my movies to watch and my games to get in my memories... check them out, if you're so inclined.

Now, to work on my wishlist...

.:Best Of Luck:.

... to someone familiar. Hope the cramming turns out well.

.:I Hate This...:.

... My blogging is so... lackluster. Meh. I guess there really is little for me to write about as of late.

.:But Then, Something Caught My Eye...:.

A third of people believe a woman is partially or completely responsible for being raped if she has behaved flirtatiously, a survey suggests.

The Amnesty International poll of 1,000 people also found over 25% believe she is at least partly to blame if she has worn revealing clothing or been drunk.

Amnesty says the "shocking" findings show government policies are failing.

And the director of public prosecutions told the BBC the report "highlights some areas of real concern".

Ken Macdonald QC, who is in charge of prosecutions in England and Wales, spoke to BBC Radio 4's Woman's Hour.

"The idea that a third of our people think that if a woman flirts she has only herself to blame if she is raped is, I think, quite shocking," he said.

"These are jury trials. The jury is the community in the courtroom and it is reasonable to suppose the jury brings into the courtroom a lot of the attitudes we have been reading about."

The Home Office says it has changed the law to try to improve conviction rates.

"We have made a number of changes to the legal system and to how the police and Crown Prosecution Service work, to put victims needs first and to make it easier for cases to get to trial and secure convictions," a spokesman said.

"We are determined to close the gap between the increasing number of rape cases reported and the low number of convictions."

However, the Amnesty poll, carried out by ICM, found that most people in Britain had no idea how many women were raped every year in the UK or how few of the cases reported to police resulted in a conviction.

Almost all, 96%, said they either did not know the true extent of rape or thought it was far lower than the true figure. Just 4% thought the number of women raped exceeded 10,000.

The number of recorded rapes of women in 2004/5 was 12,867 - up 4% on the year before - although police estimate that just 15% of rapes come to their attention. Only 6% of reported rapes result in a conviction.

'Disturbing attitudes'

Amnesty International UK director Kate Allen said the poll, part of its Stop Violence Against Women campaign, had uncovered "disturbing attitudes".

She said: "It is shocking that so many people will lay the blame for being raped at the feet of women themselves and the government must launch a new drive to counteract this sexist 'blame culture'."

The research exposed the scale of public ignorance over rape as well as the "dreadfully low" conviction rates, she added.

"The government has an international duty to prevent this gross human rights violation yet it's clear that the government's policies on tackling rape are failing and failing badly."

Joanna Perry, policy manager at Victim Support, said it was alarming to read that so many people appeared to believe that a woman was responsible for inviting a rape or sexual assault.

'Devastating effect'

"Rape is an appalling crime and has a devastating effect on victims and those close to them. In other words, nobody asks to be raped," she added.

And Ruth Hall, from the support group Women Against Rape, criticised "prejudices" in the court system.

"They still put the woman on trial, including her sexual history with other men, which is supposed to be banned and blame the woman for what happened to her and hold her accountable," she said.

Amazing. Simply amazing. You mean to tell me that there are as many people as these who are willing to believe that women deserve to be raped just because they acted this way or dressed that way? It really boggles my mind how people can pin the blame on the woman, especially when the word "rape" means it was anything but consensual.

I see it this way... you come from a party, and you walk into a dark alley where you end up in the middle of a frat rumble and get knifed. Should you have gone to the dark alley? No, probably not. Does that make the guy who knifed you any less responsible for it? No, definitely not.

Rape is an abominable, despicable crime that tramples upon the beauty of sexuality by twisting it into a perverse, one-sided, and vicious affair. It's just beyond me how someone can actually think that a woman is soooo responsible for the rape that the culprit should be acquitted from any wrongdoing. I don't know about you, but I find that not only reprehensible, but downright retarded...

... except I'm sure even retards (Yes, I'm not being politically correct. So sue me.) would know that it doesn't work that way.

Women don't "ask" to be raped. To assume something like that is plain inanity. In fact, since statistics show that most women who get raped are raped by people they know, there goes that argument that "she was asking for it", in most cases. You can't toss in a defense like that to a girl who calls you "uncle" and never so much as showed you a hint of cleavage simply because she's five effing years old.

I'm sorry if I'm a wee bit graphic on some points, but I think I just needed to illustrate my point clearly enough: to say that women deserve to be raped because they asked for it, and to have 25%-33% of people who could be in juries believe so, is cause for alarm.

Weekend...

.:Today’s LSS:.

If you don’t know about the He-Man video, ask Jonas about it. He’d know.

What’s Up
By Four Non Blondes

25 years of my life and still
I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope
for a destination
I realized quickly when I knew I should
that the world was made up of this brotherhood of man
for whatever that means

chorus:
'n so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
just to get it all out what's in my head
'n I, I'm feeling a little peculiar
'n so I wake in the morning and I step outside
'n I take a deep breath
'n I get real high
'n I scream from the top of my lungs
what's goin' on
and I say hey-ey-ey... (jodel-di-dodel...)
and I said hey what's going on
and I say hey... etc. (uh! uu-uuhu-huhuuuu...)
I said hey what's going on

and I try, oh my God do I try
I try all the time
in this institution
and I pray, oh my God do I pray
I pray ev'ry single day
for a revolution

(chorus)

25 years of my life and still
I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope
for a destination

.:A Restful Week:.

While I realize I'll be doing editing and mastering for Day Off this week, the nice thing is that I don't really need to work in GMA until around Thursday, so I can just get a bit of transcribing done for the profile, and then finish writing it by the weekend. I just have to take the time out to finish my article for EYP, and then I’ll be all right otherwise for the most part, considering how much time I’d actually have to pull everything off just right.

It’s been great working for GMA so far. I know it could be better, at least monetarily-wise, but it’s all good, as I realize it’s a starting point if in case (Emphasis on that fact.) I really want to continue a career in broadcasting.

Regardless, I hope things turn out well enough for me… I have the rest of this month to prove my worth to the company, and there are no guarantees that I keep my job after two months. Ergo, I have to work for it.

.:Showoff:.

I decided to indulge and purchase both X-Men Legends II and NBA Live 06 for the PSP the other day, and then I used my free Sunday to drop by Peppy’s house and just say howdy. Nothing particularly out of the ordinary, as I was just mainly finishing a script I had to do for GMA. Regardless, he found the games I had particularly amusing, especially Burnout Legends, which was definitely a fun game that I don’t regret picking up for one second at all…

I then showed him the He-Man video, and he was laughing his head off at it. I currently have the said video in my laptop, so people who are curious about it would be able to see it if they want to. Heh.

I obviously don’t have much to blog about lately. Well, no worries. That’s mainly because I haven’t really been at work, since nothing much has been happening with my life otherwise.

I can’t believe it. Outside of work and school, I officially have a very boring life.

W-ell, on second thought, maybe not…

.:Did I Talk About Doom Yet?:.

Pomelo and I watched that movie, and I must say that the last bit where they had an FPS-like sequence really made me laugh... it was a pretty fun movie. Not particularly the best movie that I could recommend for a date, but a fun one, nonetheless.

Besides, it starred the effing Rock. That should count for something.

Whee!

.:Paging Sacha and Clair!!! Heck, Paging EVERYONE!!!:.

You have to watch the trailer. You absolutely must.

Click here.

Actually, everyone, check it out. :P

.:Lunch Call:.

Lunch Call goes out to Clair, Chris, and Pomelo...

Any of you free for lunch this coming week or next? It'd be great to have lunch with you people. :)

.:Serenades:.

I guess I'm fairly glad that Pomelo and I have been finding time for each other as of late, and it's definitely been great, to say the least.

Well, considering the stuff I've been up to lately, it's amazing we still get to see each other. Just so we could make things a bit extra special, I just played a couple of songs from my PSP and sang along with them. You might say that she definitely enjoyed the mini-serenading that went on, and as far as I'm concerned, it's all good.

So maybe things aren't going perfectly for us with all the obstacles in our way. It doesn't matter. These trials would do little more than make the both of us stronger for each other.

.:Overexhaustion:.

I really need to find a way to make up for my lack of sleep, because I inadvertently missed going to WAVE this morning again because I woke up at five in the morning. We had an all-day taping yesterday for GMA, and after the free facial I got from Let's Face It, I promptly went home instead of going with the rest of the team to Intramuros for the dinner and all.

I slept around 7, woke up around 5. Close to 10 hours of sleep, and while I appreciate the added rest, it won't help my cause for when I push for a raise with WAVE starting next year. I've been losing a lot of money as of late, from the fact that I got around 800 bucks lopped off my last WAVE paycheck to not being able to find my GBA cartridges anywhere, which is just immensely frustrating, as I'm supposed to sell those to Elbert...

Oh, well. At least I'm not that horribly short on cash nowadays. Still, I don't quite know what to do about my teaching career, if it's still what I'd want to pursue or if I'd rather put that on hold until further notice.

.:More Annoyances:.

My stepdad has officially lost it, in my humble opinion.

A few months ago, I wrote a post, essentially praising my younger brother, Francis, for the clear-cut changes he's made in his life. Ever since he went to Victory Center, the kid has changed himself immensely, and become a much better human being, to say the least.

For some odd reason, my stepdad has been picking on Francis lately. Oh, I dunno... maybe it's because I'm not around to pick on? And it's odd that it has to be Francis, because there are three other kids he can pick on in that house... oh, right. Francis is not his flesh and blood.

Am I the only one seeing a pattern here?

I hope my mom stops putting up with this crap, because her kids deserve better. And I take a personal slight against my stepdad for berating Francis, and telling him that he's acting just like me. You mean the guy who's making a moderate success of himself right now? You mean your mind is still too warped to recognize he's doing well now?

And the irony of it all is that no matter how good I'd do in life, he'll claim credit for it, because he'd claim that he lit a fire under me by being a prick. Well, some random killer shot Bruce Wayne's parents. I don't think that guy deserves praise for creating Batman, either. Funny how he'd recognize how well I'm doing when it benefits me and conveniently neglect that when comparing me to my brother to insult him and put him down.

One of these days, he'll get what's coming to him. I can feel it.

.:Film Review: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire:.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire:.
It just gets better and better...

While Goblet of Fire isn't necessarily my favorite book in the series, I have to say that the film definitely pushed the envelope and is arguably the best film in the series right now, despite of what was going against it.

Instead of drowning you in a story I'm sure you've read about or will watch in the near future, let me just talk about random points of divergence between the book and the film, and what I think about the film as a whole.

For one, the original book clocked in at close to 800 pages. I consider it a testament to good editing that the film didn't have to incorporate every single subplot of the book onto the big screen, most notably the absence of two very high-profile characters: Ludo Bagman, and Pinky, the house-elf. The absence of the former was not missed much if at all, while the absence of the whole House-Elf Liberation Movement essentially removed the need for appearances from the likes of Dobby and any other house-elf. Good move, in my humble opinion, and it underscored how superfluous Rowling's writing was in both book 4 and 5 (I'd love to see how book 5 could get cut up...).

Furthermore, they didn't mind showcasing Barty Crouch Jr., from the get-go of the film. While his dad looked a lot like J. Jonah Jameson, his escape from Azkaban was never explained at all. Neither was he dead in the movie's storyline. Instead, he simply escaped from Azkaban.

Voldemort's look was pretty much how I imagined it to be. It was all good, and Ralph Fiennes played a very good Voldee. My only gripe with the film would have to be the lack of showcasing the Quidditch World Cup, as well as not showing how the other champions dealt with the dragon in the first challenge. Dropping the whole half-Veela subplot from Fleur Delacour wasn't so bad, really. Dropping the Rita Skeeter subplot, however, is questionable, depending how they intend to play out things for the next installment, where she'd make another appearance. Dropping the whole face-to-face meeting between Black and Harry, as well as the explanation of the link between Harry's and Voldee's wands, would mean that again, there is an assumption that you have been reading the books. Not a very safe assumption to make, sadly.

A bit of commentary on Cho Chang... given how she looks, and the fact that she has a British accent, she's hot! And I also found Moaning Myrtle remotely attractive all the same when she was sidling up to Harry in the bathtub scene... Fleur wasn't too bad in her swimwear, either, but Hermione definitely looked good during the Yule Ball scene. Cuaron's being v-ery naughty in this installment... and it's all good.

The casting choices were okay for this film. There were no questionable choices for the new cast members, although I was hoping the Beauxbatons headmistress would be wider than she was taller. Still, it wasn't a problem at all.

All in all, you have to watch it if you're a Potter fan. The special effects are pretty good as well, and I can't blame them for dumbing down the plot all the same. It would seem to me that they made it obvious that Mad-Eye Moody wasn't who he really was... regardless, it was a very well-made film, although I can't help but feel that they'd have to do another casting call for the fifth installment now.

Fun Evaluation: A+
Critical Evaluation: B+

Sigh....

.:Today's LSS:.

I guess there are things better left unsaid, except for this...

Thank You
by Dido

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply
that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad,
it's not so bad and

I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life

Push the door, I'm home at last
and I'm soaking through and through
Then you hand me a towel
and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down,
I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me and

I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life

.:It's A Bit Exhausting...:.

I overslept the other day. I actually slept around 7 or so in the evening, and ended up waking up at 5 in the morning... oh, well.

Nonetheless, while work has been exhausting, I'm still happy over how well things have been going for me so far. I'm also grateful for a lot of things, and so I should be coming up with a Top 10 people I'm most grateful to this year again soon enough...

I just wish that my blogging becomes more consistent again come next week. I've been very delinquent with it, and I don't think I can still consider myself one of the most prolific bloggers around, what with the severe drop in productivity lately, blogging-wise.

Still, I hope my few entries still manage to pique people's interest and all that...

Sigh...

.:Oh, No!:.

I had a post all ready here...

... but for some odd reason, my Flashdisk just went bonkers on me again!

Dammit, this is really bad...

... I have to find a way to fix this. And fast.

Dammit...

.:Appalling:.

From Lords Of Pain:

Anthony P. Landrosh sent in the following letter to me. He said that he was listening to ESPN radio earlier today, "The Herd With Colin Cowherd", and Colin Cowherd said some rude comments about Eddie Guerrero's passing. He accused Eddie and other wrestlers of steroid use. Cowherd said, "who cares that he died" and that Guerrero's death was not "newsworthy." He also started speculation on the "unknown causes" of his death.

There are very few things people can do that trample even on Marcelle's own sensibilities, but tastelessly insulting the recently departed would be one of them.

Colin Cowhered is an idiot and a jackass if he thinks that he has the right to assume nobody cares that Eddie Guererro, one of the best athletes of the wrestling business, has passed on. For him to say that a death, any death at all, is not "newsworthy" sidesteps the issue that this is someone's life we're talking about, and it's not the "newsworthiness" of one's death but the fact that this person is, for all intents and purposes, no longer with us.

Marcelle, being one of the biggest wrestling fans you'd probably know of, will forever miss Latino Heat. He was a great wrestler, and definitely made an unbelievable comeback after having beaten drug and alcohol addiction. He ascended to the top of the WWE and finally won the World Title after close to twenty years in the business, and was conceivably in line to win it again before Wrestlemania, what with his storyline with Batista and his resurging popularity as a babyface character.

Was Cowherd even watching any wrestling when he made these heartless comments? The RAW this Monday in the U.S. has all those wrestlers trooping out and baring their souls, regardless of character, about Eddie, and how they managed to touch his life. If Cowherd had no idea about all this, then how dare he make these tacky comments?

How dare he judge someone's death as something people "don't care"? If a random baseball player died, you think Cowherd would try to say something like that? Hades, if Cowherd died, you think people would try to say something like that (After this, they just might.)? Does he know how many fans Eddie has? Does he realize Eddie has a family? People who call him "Papi"?

How dare he insult someone's name by insinuating talks about drugs about a man who made himself an example of battling against one's own personal demons and ultimately winning because of faith and perseverance? Would he try to insinuate steroids or drugs as a cause of death if, say, Kobe Bryant suddenly dropped dead next week (I don't wish ill will on Kobe, though. Just as a point of illustration.)? Does he even know the story behind Eddie? The kind of things Eddie had to go through just to overcome his addictions?

Fuck you, Colin Cowherd. May you lose your job at ESPN for this atrocity you have committed. Fuck you, indeed, you ignorant, idiotic little prick.

Ooooh...

... I just saw Harry Potter IV.

A few comments before I write a review:

- Katie Leung is Chinese and is blessed with a British accent. How can you not like that?
- Moaning Myrtle was getting really naughty in this movie...
- Bathing suits scenes, innuendo... hmm... this movie is pretty naughty.
- A topless Harry (Nope. Not Hermione.) will have fangirls screaming. I can imagine it now.
- Justin Timberlake lookalike Krum and Cedric Diggory will provide more of the same screaming.
- Lots of characters in the book were nowhere to be found in this film. I won't spoil anything here, but be warned that characters who were introduced in the book will not necessarily show up in the film. Lots of fat got trimmed, and I can't say I'm complaining about that.

Hehehe.

.:Amusing:.

Maia and I were talking about it, and Mariah might have been singing about her pair when she sang "We Belong Together". Think about it.

.:Wha...?!?:.

So Gia and I were boarding this morning. I get a phone call on our hotline, and...

... it's Ingrid and Jose.

Yes. The jocks from RX called us up during their show. It was a riot, to say the least, as they were doing announcements while they were on the phone with me.

Heh. That was definitely hilarious...

Level Up Dance!!!

.:Today's LSS:.

Can't believe I mistook the artist of this song to be Gary Valenciano...

Sa Kanya
by Ogie Alcasid

Namulat ako at ngayo'y nag-iisa
Pagkatapos ng ulan
Bagama't nakalipas na ang mga sandali
Ay nagmumuni kung ako'y nagwagi
Pinipilit mang sabihin na ito'y wala sa akin
Ngunit bakit hanggang ngayon, nagdurugo pa rin

Chorus:

Sa kanya pa rin babalik sigaw, ng damdamin
Sa kanya pa rin sasaya bulong ng puso ko
Kung buhay pa ang alaala ng ating nakaraan
Ang pagmamahal at panahon alay pa rin sa kanya

At sa hatinggabi ay nag-iisa na lang
Ay minamasdan ang larawan mo
At ngayo'y bumalik nang siya'y kapiling pa
Alaala ng buong magdamag
Kung sakali man isipin na ito'y wala sa akin
Sana'y dinggin ang tinig kong nag-iisa pa rin

Repeat Chorus:

Adlib:

Ang pagmamahal at panahon alay pa rin
Sa kanya, sa kanya, sa kanya, hah-ooh

Sa kanya.

.:The Premiere:.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire will be premiered by WAVE 89.1 on Tuesday, 7:30 PM at Glorietta 4, Cinema 6.

I will most likely have two or so tickets, and most likely, Pomelo isn't going.

Now, I would've offered tickets to someone, but I'm sure pride would get in the way, so I'll lay off on offering the "non-fat suman", neh? ;)

.:A Hilarous Thought:.

In the WWE Fantasy league, they usually show every week a picture of their highest-scoring player, along with the words, "Was (SUPERSTAR) in your RAW/Smackdown fantasy?"

Having "Kane and Big Show in your RAW fantasy" sounded bad enough.

But having "MNM in your Smackdown fantasy" pretty much takes the cake.

You don't get it? Then count your lucky stars that you don't. :P

.:Glad To Have Met Up:.

Had a very good meeting with Clair yesterday. We just really talked, as I had to air some grievances out, and then be done with it.

Oohh, look. I can move on a bit now.

.:Wednesdate:.

Had a wonderful lunch date with Pomelo, and we ate at LKG towers. It was great, really, since I've been dying to try out Lechon Macau from Tang City ever since I made the sorry mistake of eating their horrible roast duck...

Thanks for the wonderful time, Pomelo! You know you never fail to brighten up my day just by being there for me... :x:x:x

.:Editing Is Done!:.

I'm glad that my editing work is done with now. It took me around four hours, though I heard that with less competent editors, it can take over twice as long. That was a bit of a baptism of fire, but at least I know that come next week, I don't need to completely conk out of work to get things done, particularly because it's all doable if I just put my mind to it... I'm really glad.

In any case, I was absent from WAVE today. Can't do that on a weekly basis, so I hope that this is the last time for this year I'd be absent from WAVE on account of GMA. I can do without that kind of conflict...

A Suman Post And Then Some...

.:Today's LSS:.

I love this song. I'll play it in a couple of hours...

Hiding Inside Myself
by Kenny Rankin

I've been so alone all my life
I couldn't give my heart to anyone
Hiding in myself was a man
Who needed to be held like everyone

The days moved into years
I look for warmth between the tears
It never ever found me
Never ever found me
Yes, I did seem to grasp at straws
They surely broke all the time

Chorus:
So I hid inside
(Till) I almost died
Yes I hid inside and I cried
A loving heart in a sensitive man
Hiding inside myself

Then you came out of nowhere
I could not believe my heart
I didn't know how to tell you
Didn't know where to start
I know you understand

(Chorus)

.:Confucius Say, And Then Some...:.

In the courtyard, while Confucius was lecturing to his disciples, a young man approached him and began insulting him. Patient as Confucius was, the young man refused to cease with his insults, until Confucius felt the need to speak to him...

"My child," Confucius said. "If I gave you a present and you refused to accept it, who owns the present now?"

The young man quickly replied. "It would still belong to you, of course."

"My child," Confucius calmly responded. "I refuse to accept your abuse."

An animated film called "The Iron Giant" once captured my fancy with the line from the Giant, where he said that "You are who you choose to be."

In a lot of ways, that statement is certainly correct. You are who you choose to be, insofar as once you make the choice, you do what you can to make it happen.

And I choose to be happy.

I choose to be happy with who I am today, with who I have with me in my life, and with what I do from day to day in my life.

I choose to be happy without consciously willing anyone else to be unhappy at my expense. On the contrary, I would have to say that I sincerely wish the worst of my detractors right now the best. I can't wish such a person any ill will. It just solves nothing, and I know all too well that I had a heavy hand in creating that harsh critic of mine.

But I will refuse to accept the abuse. Let the abuse remain to be their property, not mine. I do believe that's fair enough a tradeoff.

.:Non-Fat Suman:.

An allegorical dialogue by Marcelle T. Fabie

Hey there! Would you like some non-fat suman?

Excuse me? Are you insinuating that I need my suman to be non-fat because I'm fat?

Of course not!

But you called me fat!

You mean seven months ago?

Yes, I mean that!

And you still can't get over that?

I don't forget, you know. You always called me fat.

That's odd, because you seem to be conveniently forgetting that I didn't ever call you fat before that.

But you did. Ask my friends. They'd tell you.

Of course. Because they're the paragons of impartiality, right?

You always called me fat. You never had any compliments to spare me.

Excuse me, but that's a load of revisionist history. I also distinctly recall you calling me a prick and a jackass after shaving off my eyebrows for having called you "fat", but I haven't lost any sleep over it.

That's because everyone knows you called me fat.

That's because you practically announced it to everyone who'd care to listen while I bloody shut up about it since I didn't want them to think any less of you. This revisionist history is getting real silly real fast.

Ha! The only reason you called me fat anyway was because you finally found a thinner and hotter model for your photo shoots. Otherwise, you wouldn't have the balls because you needed me there and nobody else would pose for you.

That's very impressive of you. Except that kinda runs aground your earlier statement about me always calling you fat and never sparing you any compliments.

But it works the same way. You always called me fat, you know.

No I didn't. I did seven months ago. Now, are you going to have this non-fat suman? Or are you really going to continue testing my patience with your amazing 20/20 hindsight?!?

Ever since you called me "fat", I've been depressed. I stopped eating altogether, and if I ever had to, I ended up becoming bulimic anyway.

That was seven freaking months ago! How am I still responsible for that?

Everything wrong with my life right now can all be pointed back to you. And I know you're offering me non-fat suman right now only because you want something from me. You moocher!

No, I don't need any new models for my magazine spread this month. You must be mistaken. I just thought it'd be great to offer you non-fat suman, that's all.

Ha! I'm onto you already. Don't think for one moment you can pull one over me, because I don't forget!

I can see a lot of things that you've forgotten, such as the numerous great photo shoots you had and the magazine covers you got featured on thanks to me.

Oh screw you!

And now you turn to ad hominem attacks because you can't prove your point without being irrational? That's just bloody brilliant! I distinctly recall apologizing to you for having called you "fat", and it was more than just a little profuse an apology, you know.

Who cares? I don't care about you anymore!

So why all the veiled attacks against my person in every interview you give? The kind of attacks that are just ever-so-vague enough for you to feign ignorance if I call you on them, yet clear enough for everyone to know you're lashing out at me again? If you so don't care about me anymore, why is it you keep on talking about how your contract wasn't renewed after it was up every single time you talk to me? Isn't there anything better to talk about?

Oh, shut up! That's what you're good at, anyway! Twisting the truth, trying to make me look like an idiot.

I don't need to try too hard, you know, if that were my intention.

So you're calling me an idiot?

Your words, not mine. I apologized before, and I'll apologize again.

Well, tough. You know I won't take that non-fat suman unless you apologize to me on national television during your next interview with Oprah, write my biography, and give me a new and better contract.

And if I do all of that, out of the kindness of your heart, you and I would be cool again?

Not quite. There's one more condition I have to ask of you... but you have to figure that condition out yourself.

Remind me again why I still deserve this kind of abuse from you?

Because you called me fat!

I know! SEVEN MONTHS AGO, DAMMIT!!! Will you just take the non-fat suman and I'll be on my way?

No! Not without you fulfilling what I asked!

Get over it, will you? You keep on telling me you don't give a damn, but you act like you're bloody world revolves around me. Don't give me too much credit, because I can do without it.

Oh, how presumptive of you!

I don't have to presume a thing. Your actions betray you.

Oh, shut up, will you? You're so full of yourself!

Jesus H. Christ! If you don't want to take the non-fat suman, I'll just eat it myself and be on my way. Bye!!!

Pictures!!!

.:It's About Time:.

Finally got around to gather some pictures from the Tagaytay ocular. The infamous venue where I got kicked by a horse.

On a boat ride...


Talk about scenery...


And we have the culprit.

A Placeholder...

.:Today's LSS:.

Ang tamaan, guilty.

You're So Vain
by Carly Simon

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye on the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and...

Chorus:
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't You?

You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and...

(Chorus)

I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and...

(Chorus)

Well I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won
Then you flew your lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and...

(Chorus)

In this post, once completed, you will find out:

.:1. What happened in our shooting last Sunday and how difficult it was to both write the script and figure out how to field produce on the fly:.

The day started for us at around six in the morning. I had to leave my place early, and well, the alarm clock was the last straw for my housemates. Anyone has any ideas how I could get a quiet alarm system for myself or something? Do note that I don't want to sleep with my phone beside me or something like that, simply because I move too much when asleep and I might end up knocking it off or something.

Anyways, when I got to GMA, I learned I was going to be with William, a co-segment producer, and Allane, our researcher. It was going to be an interesting day from the moment we pick up Ate Weng, our Day Off package winner, along with our host, Pekto.

So off the three of us went to Bulacan, except for the small hitch that we were behind schedule, so we had to do the photo session segment of the package last instead of the zoo visit itself. We drove all the way from GMA, to Bulacan, and back to GMA again, and our first actual surprise for our winner was going to be one of her biggest ones...

.:2. Which celebrities I met in said shooting, and which one I met in particular who was IN COSTUME:.

You see, Ate Weng is a huge fan of Kyla. That being said, we wanted her to meet Kyla, and so when we went to get Pekto, one of the hosts, we blindfolded Ate Weng while she was in the van, and Pekto was poking fun at her all the time. He was scaring her half the time, and then asking if her family name was Fer, and her daughter's name was Lucy, while her sister's (Who was there with us.) name would be Neri, and her husband's name would be Ottori. If you got those jokes, you're damned corny.

Furthermore, Pekto took the boom mic from the back and asked her, while she was blindfolded, to hold it. When she did, she was understandably taken aback by it. Heh. Of course, Pekto had to explain that it was actually a mic, and not anything else long and round... ;)

So we got there, and Ate Weng was joking about how smelly her blindfold was. William apologized profusely for that. Heh. Afterwards, we took her to the lobby, where we waited for Kyla. Pauline, Ate Weng's daughter, was extremely cute. She sings along, likes to walk around, and never cried once throughout the whole trip. She was such a dear. I'll have pictures for it next time.

About half an hour or so later, Kyla finally arrived, much to Ate Weng's delight. She was practically speechless, and Kyla was just a natural, considering how really down to earth she was. That's a real person if I've ever seen one. We then headed off to the S.O.P. set, where Ate Weng and Pauline were going to have front seats for the show. So while I did meet the cast of S.O.P. without necessarily talking to them (Except for Dingdong Dantes, as he was my classmate.), what really caught my eye was the Telefantasya segment.

So all the stars of each series in Channel 7 showed up, and this included...

Angel Locsin, in the flesh.

In Darna costume.

.:3. What I spent 1,800 HK Dollars for, and how many games I have for it ;):.

We stayed on for the show a bit more, until a commercial break or two. Mark Herras was on his way out of the stage at the time when Pauline walked up the stage (!), and Mark kissed her on the cheek. Awfully nice of the guy to entertain the girl. Too bad that moment wasn't caught on camera...

So for the most part of the ride, I was just going around there and playing on my brand-new spanking PSP. I didn't bother getting the white one, though. Had to settle for the black one, as it's the only one I can afford in two installments. That being said, we then headed off to our next stop, which was just lunch at The Old Spaghetti House. The food, particularly the pasta, was reportedly not too good.

I guess that's why it's called The Old Spaghetti House. Maybe the spaghetti was three weeks old already. Heh. They even expected us to pay them 10,000 pesos to shoot there, since our show supposedly "profits". Considering how we're a public service program, what an outrage!

.:4. How many horses and other animals I ran into yesterday ;):.

After the lunch, we then drove off to Montalban to Avilon Zoo, which was really amazing. We had fun with lots of animals, including a miniature horse that Pauline rode on quite gamely.

There were different birds, from eagles to cockatoos, and they were all mostly nice enough to just get on your arm and stay there. Pretty amazing. You really ought to see this episode when the time comes. I swear, it's worth a watch.

We even ran into an orangutan named Albert. Of course, our show's executive producer is named Albert...

We also tried to feed the aropeima, which were huge 2-3 feet long fish. The moment we held out our hand, even without dropping food yet, they just started hopping like mad. These fish really took us aback, to say the least.

There were lots of big cats, for that matter. Tigers, leopards, jaguars... I'm sure people like Cheng or Clair would've enjoyed seeing them.

I really have to show you those pictures soon...

.:5. Why a complete stranger asked to take a photo of me:.

While we were taking a breather from the shoot, people were looking at Pekto left and right, and of course, he was attracting a bit of attention, being a celebrity and all.

Next thing we knew, someone shouted, "Uy, si Pekto!", whipped out a camera, and then took a picture.

With me.

Yes. They pulled me into the picture, and wondered why I was so camera shy.

I guess they didn't realize that I wasn't Pekto...

.:6. About the driver from Hades:.

The driver for our shoot was particularly annoying because he just loved to make comments throughout the shoot. While normally, jokes are all good, there were two things he did that we considered foul...

First, he loved to make comments during the shoot while the tape was rolling. We were worried that his comments might've been caught on tape, to the point where we were already joking aloud that we seemed to have a second host in tow during our program. He was just that outspoken, and annoyingly so.

Secondly, and much worse, even, he kept on joking about Pauline's dad. That the dad was the big day off surprise, that Pauline should meet her dad today, and so forth. Ate Weng is a single mom. Way to go, mister sensitivity!

Gawd, I wanted to throttle that guy for all those comments he was making....

.:7. How cute the daughter of our package winner really was:.

Hmmm... maybe next time. I still don't have the pictures with me.


.:8. The wonderful surprise I got from my grandparents today:.

They took me shopping for clothes and pants. How could I not appreciate that, considering how badly I need a new wardrobe and all, neh?

It was a welcome surprise, to say the least, as all I expected was lunch the moment they asked me to meet them yesterday...

.:9. Ethel Booba's new program, Show Ko:.

Ethel Booba has a new program much like "30 Seconds to Fame", and one of the performers was a gay performer who was dressed like Darna. He did splits galore, and for the finale, stood atop two monobloc chairs, and then did a split without falling off.

And most of all, regardless how brief the segment on it may be...

.:10. HOW WONDERFUL BEING WITH POMELO FOR THE PAST 6 MONTHS HAS BEEN:.

Pomelo and I had a very special but low-key date last Saturday, and while most of it was spent arguing, I have to say that we've made a lot of headway into our relationship from when we started...

I understand how difficult it will be to deal with her parents, but that is a bridge we'll cross when we get there. For now, what's more important is that we truly love each other and that we'd do everything within our power to make this relationship work. Both of us have our own issues to deal with, and it's up to us to keep on giving way to each other as our relationship progresses.

You just have to admire a girl like her, really. I understand how guilty she sometimes feels having to lie to her parents about me, but even then, I can't help but appreciate the fact that she has been putting more than her fair share of effort into making this relationship work.

Thank you so much, my darling Pomelo. You know I love you so, so much.

For Your Amusement...

.:Baited:.

So sue me, but I recently had the notion that it’d be cool to get an earring for myself. I talked this idea over with a friend of mine, and she was pretty ambivalent to the idea.

The moment I brought up getting a tongue ring, though, she started wondering if that’d be awkward, and for a while, I was clueless what she meant.

Then she referred to Pomelo.

With a flash of brilliance, I promptly retorted…

Just because you enjoy French kissing doesn’t mean every couple you know is fond of it... ;)

Oooohhh… baited! Ang isda talaga, nahuhuli sa bibig… ::guffaws::

.:Work Hazard Number 1: The Dubious Beneficiary:.

When we gave out a Day Off Package to Aling Mila, a conductor for RRCG Transit, we of course assumed good moral character on her part, considering how she was recommended by her employers in the first place.

And then like the beneficiary who received 5,000 pesos worth of groceries to start a sari-sari store and even a sign to boot and instead giving away the groceries and leaving the sign in the hotel, our new subject decided to pull off a couple of swerves upon us that just completely took us aback...

For one, during her spa session, what was happening with her was nothing short of... scandalous. To make a long story short, if we used the natural sound on tape for the program, we would've heard her moaning in delight over the massage, which just sounded wrong.

Secondly, we gave a special surprise at the end of the show... a scholarship, in fact, to their second son, Ryan.

When we got there the other day to record a few bits for the show, Allane was wondering about who that other kid was there in the house. Turns out, that was Ryan.

The question then is, who the Hades was that “Ryan” who went there with the guys to Tagaytay? Allane, our researcher, has only seen the real Ryan for the first time, and is now aware that “Ryan” was actually a nephew of Aling Mila.

I don't know with you, but if the neighbors were to watch this episode, that's definitely going to make us look like idiots, so I don't think that kind of a switcheroo ought to be cool with us, more so when “Ryan” pretended to be Ryan all that time. Simply put, these people were lying through their teeth while they were receiving the Day-Off Package.

.:Work Hazard Number 2: Karma:.

I think the horse that kicked me a couple of weeks ago got killed.

Apparently, one of the horses in Tagaytay bit the horse dispatcher while the latter was drunk. In a rage, the dispatcher took a two-by-four, smacked the horse on the forehead, and the horse dropped dead on the spot.

What a way to start off their horseback trip, neh?

.:Work Hazard Number 3: Sexual Harassment:.

While we were eating in Pizza Hut during the taping last Monday, it was quite amusing while Maey, another segment producer, was joking around with sir Albert, the executive producer for the show, and then he accidentally grazed his hand across her chest.

She then starts complaining about “sexual harrasment” and then asked me to stay still as she demonstrated how the incident happened.

Then she turned to somebody else, and asked me to sit still for her to demonstrate it again.

And again.

And again.

Now wait a minute...

.:Work Hazard Number 4: The Perils Of Celebrity:.
Fact of the matter is, there's a reason why celebrities try to keep a low profile in public. Amusingly enough, while one of our hosts, Carmina Villaroel, was seated in her vehicle over at Antipolo church, the moment the window was opened to talk to one of our other researchers, Jay-C, some random people at the church promptly spread the word to everyone who'd care to listen, and they ended up staring into the van until it left. Carmina joked that she felt like she was some kind of fish in an aquarium.

So after last Monday's taping, we headed off to Pizza Hut for lunch, along with one of our hosts, Pekto. The amusing thing about that is that there was a waitress, someone named Mary Neil, was definitely flirting around with Pekto every chance she got. Of course, it wasn't like Pekto wasn't trying to encourage it or anything... he kept on tossing her double-meaning jokes about her always “Neil-ing”, as well as making hilarious comments whenever he asks for something, such as when he ordered for “500 pesos”.

That being said, the waitress was pretty cool with it and gamely rode along with his double entendres. Then after a while, Pekto left before we got the bill from the waitress, and the moment we asked for it...

... she told me she overheard that I was a DJ at WAVE 89.1 and that she was an avid listener.

Amusingly enough, after that, she then asked to have a picture taken with me, and promptly took my hand to put it around her. Heh. That was amusing... I guess after all has been said and done, there are a few perks and perils to being a “celebrity” of sorts...

.:Impromptu:.

I had a pretty interesting encounter with Sean and Charo last Wednesday. Nothing particularly out of the ordinary, although it was definitely fun swapping travel stories between the three of us. Furthermore, it was incredibly fun to share the jellybeans... I love the bubblegum flavor... heh.

Short Post...

No LSS for today. This also probably serves as my post for tomorrow...

.:Gaming Freak:.

... But an entry is in order.

I guess it's good to re-establish some consistency in writing, but I've been doing nothing but previewing games, games, and more games.

So for the PC, here's what I'm setting my sights on...

1. Mortal Kombat IV
2. Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas
3. Civilization IV
4. Age Of Empires III
5. Star Wars: KOTOR II
6. X-Men Legends II: Rise Of Apocalypse
7. Guild Wars

For the PSP, here's what caught my eye...

1. A PSP
2. NBA Live 06
3. Darkstalkers: Chronicles
4. Metal Gear Acid
5. Burnout Legends
6. X-Men Legends II: Rise Of Apocalypse

Oh....

.:Today's LSS:.

Once you hear it, it sticks...

My Humps
by Black Eyed Peas

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps [x3]
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

[Will.i.am]
So Real [x17]

.:Street Smarts:.

One of the more amusing programs I've been watching on television has to be “Street Smarts” on Jack TV. Here, the contestants try to guess how well a random person on the street would answer a question that they're being asked.

It was extremely amusing when this particular African-American was being asked a few questions. Ever the typical gangsta rapper kind, he definitely knew how to feign knowledge.

Anyways, the first question was, “What was the emancipation proclamation?”

For those of you who may not know, this was Abraham Lincoln's proclamation that stopped slavery, particularly of black people. The guy being asked had no idea what it was, and said it was something like Homeland Security. He was then asked if he would've voted for the emancipation proclamation, and he promptly replied that he wouldn't, because it didn't do him any favors.

If he only knew... heh.

Next question was, “Who was Jack Ruby?”

People probably know him as the guy who killed Lee Harvey Oswald. The guy guessed he was a player for the Chicago Bulls. The host agreed and mentioned that Ruby “can shoot”.

Sheer hilarity.

.:Sheer Exhaustion:.

Halfway through our show yesterday, and on Gia's birthday, no less, I had to catch a short nap because I was so tired and sleepy and I couldn't even go on anymore...

I woke up at eight in the morning, a little under five hours after.

Yes, I missed most of our own show... I hope Gia's not too mad.

It was a bit annoying how the DJ's computer no longer has Yahoo Messenger, though...

.:The Taping, A Bit More Detailed...:.

The taping happened around five or so at the place of our package winner and it was definitely muddy there. It was in fact so muddy that our shoes were still spewing forth mud when we got back to GMA around midnight.

Nonetheless, we had a good time there, although I was aghast at how the kids were treating their puppies, holding them by the legs, making me feel very queasy for the poor pup whose limbs must hurt like Hades...

We then ate at Mister Kabab afterwards, and talk about horrible service. They definitely took their time taking our order, giving them to us, and collecting our bill. They notoriously took the most time in giving us our change... Grr...

Afterwards, we then talked about how we intended to do the second episode. Next week, it'll be my turn to write the third episode, so I hope I do that well enough...

.:Congratulations!:.

To my former partner, Anne, for winning "Best FM DJ" in this year's KBP Golden Dove Awards...

The day I so much as get nominated for that is the day I'd be extremely happy...

.:NBA Live:.

I'm already at my sixth or seventh or eight season. Lebron James is beginning to turn into a HORRIBLE player. In short, I traded him away for Dwight Howard instead, whose ratings were actually higher.

This sets my starting lineup at:

Center: Yao Ming (95)
Power Forward: Amare Stoudemire (99)
Small Forward: Dwight Howard (98)
Shooting Guard: Michael Redd (81)
Point Guard: Chris Paul (88)

Amazing lineup, truth be told. Will need to drop Yao and Redd soon though before they get too old...

Here We Go...

... I've been awake since 1PM, Monday.

After boardwork, I headed to GMA-7, only to find out that my work wasn't until 1PM, Tuesday.

The taping ended at 8 in the evening. I am too drained to even blog about it properly...

Worse, the stupid cabbie brought me to ESTRADA when I told him STRATA and ORTIGAS. How stupid can he get? And his idiocy cost me an additional 100 bucks, dammit...

Hmmm....

.:Well-Missed:.

Sacha has been homesick as of late, and so the Just Geeks League, at the behest of Tita Harvey, got together at the Chua residence (The JGL Watchtower. Lol.) to have a chat conference with her and just cheer her up.

Dominique was in Dumaguete, but he was still online with us. From the Chua residence, it was Tita Harvey, myself, Peppy, Ranulf, and Clair. It was quite amusing while we were trying to start the conference by setting up voice chat, Dom was audible on the line…

Dominique: Am I generating a lot of static, Sacha?

Even Clair found that to be a bit… wrong.

In any case, afterwards, we got to set up a haphazard connection, what with Yahoo voice rapidly connecting and disconnecting with us, to the point that we wondered what E-Bay was doing with Skype in the first place other than auctioning off good connections…

It was a very fun night, really. Lots of comedic times, and I was grateful to Clair for lending me a cane owned by Charo’s mom, which makes me grateful to Charo all the same.

The conversations with Sacha were choppy at best, but I hope she was still very happy, regardless…

.:Mondate:.

I met up with Pomelo last Monday for dinner, and it was definitely an amazing meal filled with great company and corny jokes.

I think I’d rather leave the recounting of the corny jokes to her, but I know I had quite a few of them, mostly puns, to be honest. Wish I remembered some of them… heh.

We had dinner at Friday’s, as I made use of the gift certificates I got from the hosting gig I did the last time, and then we ordered something a bit more. We ended up having a lot of left-overs, considering how light an eater she could be…

I guess after all has been said and done, I was lost less in the good food and more in Pomelo’s eyes… it was a wonderful, wonderful date…

Yep...

.:Today's LSS:.

In commemoration of a Mondate...

Please Be Careful With My Heart
by Jose Mari Chan and Regine Velasquez

If you love me like you tell me
Please be careful with my heart
You can take it just don't break it
Or my world will fall apart

You are my first romance
And I'm willing to take a chance
That till lilfe is through
I'll still be loving you

I will be true to you
Just a promise from you will do
From the very start
Please be careful with my heart

I love you and you know I do
There'll be no one else for me
Promise I'll be always true
For the world and all to see

Love has heard some lies softly spoken
And I have had my heart badly broken
I've been burned and I've been hurt before

So I know just how you feel
Trust my love is real for you
I'll be gentle with your heart
I'll caress it like the morning dew

I'll be right beside you forever
I won't let our world fall apart
From the very start I'll be careful with your heart

.:Before Recapping The Weekend And Monday...:.

... Lemme clear out some backlog first, mmkay? Oh, well... can't seem to find my MRT cards and whatnot...

.:That's What You Call Exciting...:.

So yesterday, we went out to do an ocular for Day Off by going to Tagaytay and checking out the stuff that the person we'll be giving a special package to will be treated to... maybe a massage in Sonya's Garden, a boat ride all the way to the Taal Lake area, where the lucky day-off winner will be then treated to a horseback ride all the way up to the Taal lake area.

It was tiring, to say the least. I finished work at WAVE around six, and then stuck around the station until my co-workers passed by and picked me up. So yep, I didn't have a wink of sleep from the boardwork to the trip to Tagaytay...

Anyways, it was pretty okay when we got there. We were accompanied by people from the tourism office, and so we went off to the area and checked things out, and then we noticed a group of people who had a Taiwanese along with them who looked quite a bit like Barbie Xu.

But anyways, aside from that, we then headed off to the boat to get to the other island where we'd end up going up to Taal Lake on horseback. So we were off there individually (There were seven of us all in all.), and we were conversing about a few things, including a rather amusing rumor about Sandara Park getting it on with someone in her car in Crame... hmm...

So we got there, and we stuck around for a while, absorbing the scenery... heh. Yep, the Taiwanese was there, too. But who cares?

So after a while, we went down on horseback again, and at this point, things started to get extremely exciting...

First, the one handling my horse switched with someone else. This new person started being particularly annoying as she exchanged in banter with the other girl about expecting a tip from me. While that was tolerable, what she subsequently pulled was not...

So there we were, near a pretty deep ditch, and she started, for lack of a better word, horsing around. The horse got startled, got into a kicking contest with a nearby horse, and my freaking left ankle was its shield. I got kicked by a horse, and it hurt like Hades. A little more trouble, and I'd have fallen off into the ditch, too. How's that for a first day of field work?

I was so ticked off with the girl for almost getting me killed that I ignored the pain and just proceeded down the 8-Kilometer long mountain path on foot.

So the casualties: my ankle, which got sprained from the kick, my sunglasses, as one of the lens fell off, and of course, my shoes, which were ripped apart when the horse started to panic.

On the way back, I had to endure quite a bit of pain as I couldn't walk properly. It didn't seem too serious at first, but when I got to the hospital, the doctor told me otherwise, as I have to rest for about five days or risk aggravating the injury, and requiring an orthopedic treatment if that were to happen...

Am I shaping up to be the next Jiggy Manicad of GMA-7? This was just my first assignment, and already I got injured... heh.

As a note, Kathy Chua insists that the "horses" in Tagaytay are ponies, and not horses...

Not that it matters, really. I got home, and the first commercial I saw was "Mane And Tail". I saw a movie at Star Movies involving Matt Damon and horses. Lots of them. Afterwards, I had to bear 50 First Dates, which featured a cow, reminding me of another barnyard animal incident I had...

What next? A pig? A rooster? =P

.:A Pet Peeve:.

I absolutely hate people who play with elevators. Those ruddy little kids who push buttons at random while the elevator is going up or down, delaying you for eons while you're waiting to get on...

I sometimes just want to strangle each and every one of those ruddy bastiches who do that...

... especially when I'm standing on one leg while waiting for the elevator because of what happened yesterday...

I really should make a weekly section to vituperate... maybe every Mondays. I can call it Malevolent Mondays or something...

I'll Remember...

.:This Should’ve Been The Sixth Year…:.

Marcelle would be a liar if he said that today is not a significant day at all…

Five years of memories. Five years of wonderful moments and unbelievable experiences. Five years of love.

But today, all he can do is remember them all.

And thank her for it. She will always hold a place in his heart.

Always.

.:Updating Next Time…:.

I had a longer entry in mind, but…

Well, I met a small accident yesterday. Let’s just say that a horse kicked me on the leg, and I’m having a hard time getting around.

Catch you all next time.

Random Thoughts...

.:Sheer Hilarity:.

Whatcha gonna do when those 22-inch Sumans go wild on you? Heh. And now, we have the laziest Suman post eveeeerrrrr...

.:Misheard:.

During the meeting last Monday, there was word about guys who take shifts in the tech department of GMA-7, 24/7. They are the shift heads.

I didn't hear the "f" the first time around...

Nonetheless, work has been okay in GMA so far. It's going to be stressful, but there will be free days, which means a relief for me, at the very least...

A conflict with the host has ended up cancelling a shoot this weekend, though. The running gag is they can build me up to replace the hosts eventually... lol.

.:Indecent Proposals:.

Apparently, pimping one's self out to clients to make them more willing to be sponsors is a possibility for Segment Producers... heh.

That being said, the question is, who'd even bother trying to send an indecent proposal along my way? :P

.:After Boardwork...:.

... I will be picked up by my co-workers in GMA, and then we go to Tagaytay for an ocular of the place for next week's shoot.

Unfortunately, this trip is for business, not for pleasure.

No guarantees that we wouldn't try having fun, though. ;)