Kryptonite

Today I woke up, switched on the telly, and flipped back and forth between the American Idol Finale and the Magic/Cavaliers game. And I'm pretty sure I jinxed the two sides I was rooting for. My morning was spoiled when I received a text from Mark To with the news that the Cavaliers lost by 1 point (I shouldn't have worn my Lebron James shirt today), then June told me about the American Idol upset.

I'm glad I didn't place any bets or today would be rather lousy. The only consolation I got was that the Yankees won their 8th straight game.

In other news, I now have the coolest guitar ever (apparently, its named Pilate... not Bertha) I've been thinking about drawing on my guitar since I duct taped it, but my brain juice dried out. Fortunately, I was inspired by my brother's Comic Book collection; I just finished reading Hush, Kingdom Come, A Long Halloween, and The Dark Knight Returns, so the obvious thing to stick on my guitar was a super hero (very obvious to my high school friends). But who do I want on the face of my guitar? Batman? Superman? Captain America? I chose Superman because he's the ultimate "good guy" (though in some of his stories, being absolutely good can be a fault). So after much deliberation, I coaxed a kind soul into vandalizing my guitar. And dude, it turned out better than I expected. Here's a free taste.

[Click on the image to see notes.]

So, thanks you Eandra Po for the artwork. Its a master piece that'll be stuck on my guitar for eternity.

Grace Youth Camp: Supersize Me

[People pictures can be found on my multiply.]

I really don't feel like typing anything now. Here are some pictures from Tayabas, Quezon.

Erratic

This summer I finally finished reading a book I started last December. When I first picked up Rumors (of another world) by Philip Yancey, I failed to appreciate his style of writing. I kept looking out the plane window as I anticipated my arrival in Taiwan. Consequently, I didn't get pass page 24 -- for five months. (I actually left my copy in Taiwan thinking I'd never see it again -- but miraculously it found its way back into my hands by means of loving parents)

But right now I don't feel like critiquing Rumors of another world. My initial intention of blogging was to rant about how the ink on receipts fade over time -- so after six months how can you prove you paid for the bigmac you ate when your proof-of-purchase faded into a clean white sheet of paper?

But I couldn't jump right into that. So I wrote about my love for books (I attempted to start this blog by writing "I read and occasionaly abanbon books," but I couldn't get pass the first sentence.) And from my love of books, I jumped to something else like . . .

Quirky, flat things I use as bookmarks (which include, but are not limited to, the falling:)

-receipts from fast food restaurants
-cash (dalawampung piso)
-starbucks business cards
-short stories about selfish puppies
-loose paper containing words I need to look up next time I'm near a dictionary (or quotes)
-cebu pacific boarding passes
-la salle gate passes
-mcdonald coupons

But I couldn't organize my thoughts into something understandable and follow-able. So that's why you're reading what you're reading right now. I'm guessing that right now, you are scratching your head, confused and annoyed that I just wasted 5 minutes of your time because of my inability to organize my thoughts into something comprehendable.

Conclusion: Irregular blogging will throw you off your game.

After four years I'm back on the ice (and I didn't fall!!!)

[Taken from my high school blog. Dated January 1, 2005, entitled: ]

stitches...

where i got them: went up to taipei on thursday (for fun) with joe cothran, vix, and luke foley. and if i may skip the boring waiting parts, the story will be a lot shorter. okay, so i'm in taipei with gardner mitsu ray travis vix luke joe cothran. vix wanted to go ice skating so we go. we get there we go skating for 40 minutes. then something happened (but i don't remember anything). a few seconds later i find myself with a banging headache on the specator area with some person telling me to put a gauze on my bleeding head. if only i had gotten a picture. so everyone was all panicky and there i am sitting with the biggest migrain that i've ever had in my entire life. they take me to the hospital and i wait half an hour before the doctor actually comes (we made the wrong turn to the emergency room.. haha.. not really). gave me a shot to numb my head. and gave me four stitches. you can count them if you want but that's what i heard. so i'm all stitched up and we leave. vix joe cothran gardner and i go to gardner's house and i rest on his couch while joe cothran and gardner play it out on the nintendo 64. eat dinner then we leave. there's more to the story but i'm not in the writing mood right now. but for now....

here are some fun scenarios of where i got 'em stitches

1. yeah, so we get to taipei early in the morning and i was getting a little "too close" to vicky. dont know how, but gardner suspects something's happening between me and vix (but nothing will... ever) so he tries to pick a fight with me at the mrt station. i agreed cause you all know i'm not a wuss plus i'd never turn down a fight with a big guy. so he slaps me like a girl. i smack him in the stomach. we start going at it then out of no where he takes out his brass knuckles and takes me out. yeah, good thing they were flat ones. but he just had to hit me in the right temple. so i was out and they took me to the hospital. yup, so gardner won the girl. she was impressed with his masculinity. HA

2. a bullet fell out of the sky and it hit me on the head.

3. i fell walking down fifth avenue and hit my head on a misplaced rock.

4. vix smacked me with her knitting needles and accidentally scratched me with the end.

5. joe cothran used his long finger nails and tried flicking off a mosquitoe that was on my right temple.

6. i went to the doctor in taipei. he wanted to make some money, cut me open and stitched me back up. woohoo, money!

7. i was thinking too hard and something popped in my head. blood started pouring down the side of my head. and i passed out and woke up with stitches on the side of my head.

8. china invaded. some guy shot a... forget the term. but he shot and missed. i was collateral damage.

9. i wanted stitches cause they're cool.

10. luke said facial scars impress girls.

[So my grammar sucks -- sue me]