Shoot Me Monkey

I think the monkey's too cute to allow me to die. But anyways, the chimp's not gonna get fooled by my praising his cuteness, instead, he will pull trigger. He'll shoot me. Oh jeez, I'm gonna die.

How on earth (maybe the entire Milky Way) did I deserve such beating from an ever-laughing and always-scratching primate? Try taking a look at my previous post, the last part of my three-way post, she didn't desert me after all. (Got the loves maybe?)

The whole week, I've been texting her (let's call her Korea), trying to confirm our date that should have happened today and tonight. I got no feedback. Not even an "ok" or worse, a "hu u?" from her. Not even after a churchmate asked me yesterday to join her (not Korea) for a meeting this afternoon at 1pm to plan for our activities next month (I'm involved with the youth). I even texted Korea that maybe we can meet up tonight instead of starting our date on an afternoon. I still got a "no response" response and that made me ballistic with paranoia, and stuff. I accepted the fact that we can't go on date today and tonight. "Life sucks" became the words that played and popped and appeared on my mind.

Fast-forward to today. I spend 2 hours this daytime preparing lunch. I thought maybe she would text me but since I have already prepped my mind that no dates will happen today, so I just put my phone on silent mode and continued cooking and prepping our lunch.

I'm done with cooking and the eating when I thought about checking my phone. And guess what I saw? Multiple messages from her asking me if our date would still push through! On my mind, I was saying "oh crap" like 70 times in a minute and it didn't feel great. I asked her why was she silent the entire week when I kept on asking her thru text? She replied to me with this simple answer: I didn't have my phone with me the whole week.

I will still have to talk to her in person and that would happen tomorrow. I can't really buy her reason. I don't know. I don't think I deserve such crappy treatment from anyone.

Friday Night Madness

It's almost 2:30 in the morning and I've been in front of my screen for almost 2 hours now being unproductive. I guess that's what Friday Night Madness is all about. Friday Night Madness is about scatter-brain, a state of relative nothingness, doing things without any real motivation and/or worthwhile purpose. I will be writing and thinking the same way a sleepy person would write and think. I'm just plain sleepy.

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I came home hours ago from my cousin's debut. The food was ok. The mango crepe was my favorite. Same old annoying people are there. The histrionics of powerpoint presentations of the debutante's pictures is alive. The host of the evening was The pain-in-the-neck dance instructors are ever-present, together with their made-up butt-faces. And they're still doing the square dance to the tune of "Achy Breaky Heart"? That puts the L on the word lame.

And oh, cousin received a car from her dad. I wasn't really surprised with that.

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It's now my birthday weekend since my birth date falls on a sleepy Tuesday. I hate referring to the date as a Natal Day. It sounds too know-it-all. Though it's my birthday weekend, I'm not really happy for it. I don't think my date really wants to hang out with me again. She's really nice but I am not seeing any excitement from her. I hope I'm wrong but, I'd rather hear her telling me to bug her off than to keep me guessing whether she liked me or not. If our date won't push thru tomorrow as planned, consider my birthday to be a disaster.

During problems, my best buddy is usually the person I turn to. Unfortunately, he is unavailable. right now. Oh well, birthday would really be a dud.

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And I thought I fell asleep for a few minutes just moments ago. Good night!

Mariah Carey

Best-selling Female Artist Of All Time. That's a humongous statement. A statement so huge, there is still room for some gigantic and freakishly huge. It means you are more commercially successful than Whitney Houston and Madonna. Mariah Carey is the only female music artist that I really adore, except maybe for Lauryn Hill.

She's beautiful. Looking at her, she looks white. But you know she's more that that as everybody is aware of her African-American and Latino roots. Quite a hefty mix. And me's liking it.

Growing up, I knew she's got a marvelous voice. Not just the whistles she's making but the voice itself. I like it. Even as a child, I really had this affinity with the likes of Stevie Wonder, Jackson 5, The Fugees, Boyz II Men, TLC. Mariah Carey was not a distant treat as her music has always been Pop/RnB.

She's a great songwriter as well. Almost never really recognized for her songwriting skills, it just shows that her talent encompasses that of just the songstress.

The struggles she's had with life has been a lesson as well. I don't wanna go to the point wherein I will experience a personal meltdown due to the fact that I was over-worked and stressed. Her recovery has been an astounding story of hope and redemption.

Like a true fan that I am, let me list down my ten favorite Mariah Carey songs in random order:

1. Breakdown
2. We Belong Together
3. Close My Eyes
4. Thank God I Found You (Remix)
5. Heartbreaker (Remix)
6. Vanishing
7. Don't Forget About Us
8. Vision Of Love
9. Don't Stop
10. Honey (Bad Boy Remix)

"Paranormal Activity" In Manila

Just imagine what happens inside your room while you were asleep. (Pause)
Now, imagine recording your sleep in a camcorder. Will you be prepared to witness what was actually happening while you were asleep? Are you sure no one was staring right at you while you were sleeping? No unexplainable anything that would appear on the video while you thought you were having a good night's rest?

This is the kind of horror Paranormal Activity gives everyone. Promising to be the scariest film you'll see since The Exorcist, it is a definite must-watch. The movie is about a couple who, after sensing some paranormal activity (thus, the title) going on inside their home, thought of videotaping their sleep. What happens after will be a series of non-stop shouts and just about everything that will make you scared. This is Blair Witch Project, only better. Haha!

This movie was shown four weeks ago in America and will only be shown on your city depending on the number of people clamoring for it to be shown. Clever marketing huh? Here in sunny Manila, only 824 people have demanded that the movie be shown here, including me.

To all of us Manilans, if we don't suck (figuratively) we should be demanding that this movie be shown here. I'm very, very sure this movie will be a sure-fire hit here. Let's rid ourselves for a while of too much Edward Cullen, or John Lloyd Cruz, or even Piolo Pascual. Let's see this movie and burn those who wouldn't watch this at stake. Haha!

Andre Agassi

Andre Agassi was my very first tennis idol. Eight grand slam trophies. Former world number one. One of the few who has won a grand slam. Former Olympic champion. A great spokesperson to the sport of tennis.

He was one of a few real tennis celebrities. Rivaled only by the likes of Martina Navratilova, Bjorn Borg and John McEnroe.

He was a presence on and off the tennis court. If Pistol Pete was the squeaky clean guy, Andre was the exact opposite. He was a tennis match in itself. Different sets, many unforced errors, countless line disputes, awesome returns of service.

If Hollywood could have chosen one player who could best represent them, it would be this Las Vegas native in a heartbeat. He had so much ups and downs, you wouldn't know which one would top them all off.

The tennis great will be releasing his autobiography in a few days and this early, it has become quite the talk of the town. He admitted that he used crystal meth when he hit tennis rock-bottom in 1997. Quite the shock huh? For me, not really though. I knew he must have used some drugs but not crystal meth.

For most, the initial reaction was shock. Then came the deluge of comments, both negative and positive. But for me, the message was clear: the ATP favors some players. They made it secret that he failed a doping test and that became the turning point of his amazing career, heralding an amazing last hurrah from him.

I would want to buy this book. And if this book would soon hit the Philippine shores, I would be among the first who would buy it.