I decided to post my blogs in another site where you won’t have to be a member of any groups/site whatsoever to post your comments. I would still post some here but I may not get to entertain comments. Kitakits na lang tayo dun. ^_^.
Yes, it was.
The first time HBO showed Erik Morales inside his locker room for their grand finale fight, I knew he wouldn’t be able to beat Pacman. He was so skinny, anorexic and definitely not the same warrior he was when he fought Pacman in their rematch last January. He nearly looked like those poor skeletal figures we call African refugees. There was no way he could beat Pacman with that body. No way.
Rumor has it that right after Morales tipped the scale at 129 lbs. in their officlal weigh-in, 2 days before their fight, he drank a lot of water and ate plenty of food. That went to show how dehydrated and empty his body was. He really took his diet program seriously. It turned out successful — except that he had no ample power left as a boxer after finishing the program. And that took its toll on their final fight.
But that shouldn’t deminish Pacman’s performance. If Morales could give an indirect excuses for losing the bout, so could have Pacman, had the latter lost the fight. It was reported that Pacman was running a 39 degree celsius fever and a sore throat during the fight, enough to reduce his strength by up to 30 percent, let alone the game plan he and his trainer had weaved from 4 months of hellish training. So let’s not belittle Pacman’s performance, shall we? Morales will be a fool to still blow his own trumpet after the humiliating knock out.
In three rounds, Morales’ punches proved to be dead ducks. Since he knew he wouldn’t last that long, he gave it all — he threw a lot of punches after punches. Why do you think he used a Cleto Reyes gloves? It was clear he was going for a lucky knock out as soon as possible, before he could grasp his breath for not being able to catch up with Pacman. Did you see how Pacman bravely took Morales’ punches? He was like “come on, give your best shots!” Unfortunately, those punches were the best of the best that Morales could throw. And it didn’t hurt Pacman at all. It didn’t. When Morales was knocked down in first round, you wouldn’t have to wait for the fat lady to sing before you could say it’s over.
By and large, Morales bit off more than he could chew — beating Pacman in his prime — in vain.
Goodbye Morales. Thanks for all the boxing sports’ greatest moments you shared with us. I’m asking you in a sympathetic fashion, por favor, retire and enjoy life with your family. You should fight no more.
No mas, no mas.
I chanced upon this newspaper article about Paris Hilton. The article says she topped the survey recently as “the girl most people would like to see slain in a horror film.” Geez, is she really that bad? Hahaha. I’m sure it had something to do with her behavior. Her rich-like aura are giving people funny things to talk about, I think. You see, a rich girl in a reality show should be interesting to watch, but in case of Paris, normal observation like that simply gets unreliable. There’s always question about the motivation behind this barbie-like girl. Why would a beautiful heiress of a hotel empire wallow in a quagmire of nasty showbiz? For money? That’s just impossible, and you know what I mean. For fame? Maybe, but is being a heiress not enough to catapult her to fame? Or perhaps she’s just bored of living like a princess, that she wanted to be like a celebrated biatch with a low life? I can never understand her. Anyway, that’s her life and she can do whatever she likes with it. I just marvel at how unpredictable and weird some people can get. Or perhaps I’m beginning to become too normal and traditional?
This has been wandering around the net for months now. Gasgas na raw. But as long as the Filipino diaspora keep settling around, this sad reality will stay and continue to torture the human nature in us — until we become animals — with only one purpose in life…that is, to survive. Then God help us…
BALIKBAYAN BOX
Registered nurse si Bebeng sa L.A. Kasama niya ang kanyang ina na nagpagamot doon. Namatay ang ina nito. Dahil sa kamahalan ng pamasahe pabalik sa Pilipinas, nagtipid si Bebeng. Pinauwi na lang niya ang kabaong ng kanyang ina na mag- isa.
Pagdating ng kabaong, napansin ng mga kapamilya niya na nakadikit ang mukha ng ina sa salamin ng ataul. Nagkomento tuloy and isang anak, “Ay, naku! Tingnan mo ‘yan… hindi sila marunong mag-ayos ng bangkay sa Amerika! Nakudrado tuloy ang mukha ng inay.”
Upang ayusin ang itsura ng bangkay, binuksan ang kabaong.Aba! May sulat na-nakastaple sa dibdib ng ina. Kinuha nila ito at binasa. Ang nilalaman ng liham na mula kay Bebeng:
Mahal kong tatay at mga kapatid;
Pasensya na kayo at hindi ko nasamahan ang nanay sa pag-uwi riyan sa Pilipinas dahil napakamahal ng pamasahe. Ang gastos ko pa lang sa kanya ay mahigit $10,000 na. Ayoko nang isipin pa ang eksaktong halaga. Anyway, ipinadala ko kasama ni nanay ang mga sumusunod…
Nasa likod ni nanay ang dalawampu’t apat na karne-norte at isang dosenang spam. Ang adidas na suot ni nanay ay para kay tatay. Ang limang pares ng de-goma ay nasa loob ng dalawang asul na Jansport na backpack na inuunan ni nanay. Tig-iisa kayo.
Ang iba’t-ibang klase ng tsokolate at candy ay nasa puwetan ni nanay. Para sa mga bata ito. Bahala na kayong magparte-parte. Sana’y hindi natunaw. Ang pokemon stuffed toy na yapos-yapos ni nanay ay para sa bunso ni ate. Gift ko sa first birthday ng bata. Ang itim na Esprit bag ay para kay Nene.
Ate, nasa loob ng bag ang pictures ni inay, japanese version ng pokemon trading cards at stickers. Suot ni nanay ang tatlong Ralph Lauren, apat na Gap at dalawang Old Navy t-shirts. Ang isa ay para kay Kuya at tig-iisa ang mga pamangkin ko. Maisusuot ninyo ang mga iyan sa fiesta.
Suot din ni inay ang anim na panty hose at tatlong warmer para sa mga dalaga kong pamangkin. Isuot nyo sa party. May isang dosenang NBA caps sa may paanan ni nanay. Para sa inyo, itay, kuya,dikong, Tiyo Romy.
Bigyan nyo na rin ng tig-isa ‘yung mga pamangkin ko at ‘yung isa ay kay Pareng Tulume.
Ang tigdadalawang pares ng Nike wristband at knee caps na suot-suot din ni nanay ay para sa mga anak mo, dikong, na nagbabasketball. Tigdadalawang ream ng Marlboro lights at Winston red ang nasa pagitan ng mga hita ni nanay.
Apat na jar ng Skippy Peanut Butter, dalawang dishwashing liquid, isang Kiwi glass cleaner at tig-aanim na Colgate at Aqua Fresh ang nakasiksik sa kilikili ni nanay. Hati-hati na kayo, huwag mag-aagawan…
Isang dosenang Wonder bra na gustong-gusto ni Tiya Iska, suot-suot din ni nanay. Alam kong inaasam-asam nyo ‘yan, tiya. anim na lipstick lang ang kasya sa bra. Ang Rolex na bilin-bilin mo tatay, suot! -suot ni nanay. Nakatakip sa Nike na wristband. Kunin mo agad, Itay.
May isinisik akong zip-loc sa bunganga ni Inay na naglalaman ng 759 dollars. Hindi na ako nakatakbo sa ATM. Puede na siguro sa libing iyon.
Iyong tong na makokolekta, i-time deposit niyo Kuya para pag namatay si Tatay may pambili na ng ataul. Ang hikaw, singsing at kuwintas (na may nakakabit pang anim na nail cutters) na gustong-gusto mo, ditse, ay suot suot din ni nanay. Kunin mo na rin agad, ditse. Ibigay mo ang isang nailcutter Jay bakla sa kanto.
Tanggalin niyo ang bulak sa ilong ng inay, may isiniksik ako 3 diyamante bawat butas. Ibangon niyo lang si inay at tiyak na malalaglag na ang mga iyon. Konting alog lang siguro ng ulo.
Isang Ray Ban ladies sunglass na pabirthday ko kay Ninang Berta, hindi ko na pinasuot kay nanay. Isiniksik ko na lang sa may bandang ulunan ni nanay. Nasa pink na plastik na maliit. Mga Chanel at Champion na medyas, suot suot din ni nanay. Tig-iisa kayo, mga pamangkin ko.
Mga pampers, panty liners, cotton buds, cotton balls, table napkins at mga scotch brite na may foam ay natatakpan ng mga puting bath towels… yon bale ang pinangkutson ko sa kabaong ni nanay. Marami-rami rin iyon. Parte-parte rin kayo. Marami pa akong ipinagsisiksik kung saan-saang parte gaya ng cafe, coffee creamer, ilang vienna sausage na de lata, barbie dolls, toothbrush, paper cups, plastic spoons and forks, paper at styrofoam plates, perfume, cologne, ballpens, stationeries, envelopes, bar soaps, match box toys, used t-shirts, hand towels, CD. VHS tapes, padlock, tools gaya ng screw driver, plais, long nose, atbp. na hindi ko na na itemize dahil nagmamadali ako at graveyard shift ako ngayon.
Marami pa sana akong ipaglalalagay kaya lang, baka mag-excess at si nanay pa ang maiwan. Basta parte-parte kayo, tatay, kuya, ate, dikong, ditse. Para sa inyo lahat ito. Bahala na kayo kay nanay. Pamimisahan ko na lang siya rito. Balitaan ninyo na lang ako pagkatapos ng libing. Alam ni ate ang email ko. Paki-double check ang lista kung walang nawala sa mga ipinadala ko.
Nagmamahal,
Bebeng
P.S.
Pakibihisan ninyo agad si Nanay!
Sa takip pala ng kabaong sa may paanan, tis-tisin niyo ang tahi ng pulang sinulid at may isinisik akong mga nail polish at nipper para kay Mareng Ana sa ibayo. May mga tuwalyang puti.Iyong markang Days Inn para kay kuya, Holiday Inn kay ditse, Econolodge kay ate, La Quinta kay dikong, yung Mandalay Bay para kay itay. Mag-iipon na lang uli ako pag punta namin sa Las Vegas.
I have formed a habit of over-eating every dinner since last month. How do I know? It’s simple. After eating dinner, my stomach twinges, giving my body all these signals that I have to go to the toilet. This is not normal for a man who just sit all day, glued to his computer and not lifting anything heavier than 1/2 kilo. I wasn’t totally listening to my teacher when she discussed how energy is absorbed in our body, so my question goes: does thinking or writing make you hungrier than most guys working and using muscles? If not, what could have made me eat too much every dinner? Not that my parents put an unimaginable amount of monosodium glutamate — I should know, because I often ask them and they always say no. Or perhaps they really cook real good food now? Hmp! It’s negative. Why? I’m the only one who over-eats during dinner. Anyway, I need to control it or I’ll blow my tummy off. I had a 28 1/2-centimeter waistline when I got here from Saudi Arabia. Now it has bloated to 31 3/4, and the way I feed my stomach these days, there’s an obvious inclination it’s going to measure 32 in a couple of weeks…or 33…or 34…and there’s no telling when it’s going to stop ballooning. I don’t need sit-ups to make up for this over-eating, I have no time (and patience) for that. It’s a wild goose chase. All I need to do is figure out how to control eating every dinner. The problem is, I love eating. Darn it. It’s gonna be a royal pain in the ass, really. (sigh)
Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?
Boy: No
Girl: Do you like me?
Boy: Not really
Girl: Do you want me?
Boy: No
Girl: Would you cry if I left?
Boy: No
Girl: Would you live for me?
Boy: No
Girl: Would you do anything for me?
Boy: No way
Girl: What would you choose: your life..or
me?
Boy: My life
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says…
The reason you never cross my mind is because you’re always on my mind. The reason why I don’t like you is because I love you. The reason I don’t want you is because I need you. The reason I wouldn’t cry if you left is because I would die if
you left. The reason I wouldn’t live for you is because I would die for you. The reason why I’m not willing to do anything for you is because I would do everything for you. The reason I chose my life is because YOU are my life.
Literally, dinaanan ng bagyo ang Metro Manila. Hindi ako pumasok siyempre. At wala akong balak pumasok kahapon, whether they declared it non-working holiday or not. Baka mamaya eh wala na yung bahay namin sa kinatitirikan nito. Wala rin akong mauuwian hahaha. Tinamaan ka ng magaling. Ang problema lang, wala ring kuryente, so you can imagine how drab it was. Ano pa kaya noong sinaunang panahon, noh? Parang mamamatay ako nang ganon, buong buhay mo walang kuryente, waahh! Pero sympre nung mga panahon naman noon, hindi pa nakakaranas ng kuryente ang mga tao, so yung “necessities” nila eh hindi pa na-iistretch sa viewpoint na meron tayo ngayon. Hindi pa sila ganoon ka-materialistic, in short. Hay…bagyo lang usapan kung saan-saan na napupunta tong blogs ko, hahaha! 
May maganda rin namang dulot ang bagyong Milenyo (parang doomsday ang dating ng pangalan niya noh?). Unang-una, nalaman namin na marami na palang butas (tulo) ang bubong namin. Pangalawa, bumabalik sa bubong namin yung mga ninakaw na damit namin noon (kapitbahay din pala ang nagnakaw, shet!). Pangatlo, natututo kang mag-acrobat sa kwarto mo para lang makatulog. Okay din pala yung patiwarik matulog (ayon sa Yoga, maganda raw yun sa blood circulation). Pang-apat, bumabalik yung sigla kong mag-ayos ng damitan. Kasi naghanap ako ng mga masusuot at walang tubig at wala ring kuryente. Astig diba? At lastly, nang dahil sa bagyo ay naisipan ko uling magblogs ng mga walang kwentang karanasan sa buhay. Sana madalas bumagyo, har..har..har..har..
<—– Lakas ng bagyo noh? Tsk..tsk..
Ipinanganak ka at pagkatapos ng ilang taon (siguro mga 50 to 60 years, depende kung binubwenas ka o mahilig kang kumain ng gulay kaysa karne) ay mamamatay ka. Ipinanganak ka (without your permission), naglaro ng ilang taon at walang kamalay-malay, nag-aral, nagsunog ng kilay tapos magtatrabaho the whole day (or tatambay), or mag-internet buong maghapon buong magdamag, then pahinga sa Sunday, magsisimba kahit hindi ginagawa ang sinasabi ng pari o pastor, matigas daw ulo ko…(pambabakla ang ginagawa ng pari; habang pangungurakot naman ang pastor), magninilay-nilay with your deism/existentialism bullshit, magjojowa, magmamahal, makikipagdyug-dyug kung di mapigilan, magkakaanak at magpapamilya, tatanda, kung sinuswerte may mag-aaruga, magiging ulyanin na parang bata, titingin sa kalangitan at magbibilang ng araw hanggang sa matepok. Maaagnas ang katawan, mabubulok. Magiging alikabok.
Hmmm…maghahanap ako ng butas at baka may masilip akong ibang buhay…
September 11, 2001. One of the darkest hours in the history of United States. 
On the morning of that day, 19 men affiliated with al-Qaeda hijacked four commercial passenger jet airliners. Each team of hijackers included a trained pilot. Two planes (United Airlines Flight 175 and American Airlines Flight 11) crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City, one plane into each tower (One and Two). Both towers collapsed within two hours. The pilot of the third team crashed a plane into the Pentagon in Arlington County, Virginia. Passengers and members of the flight crew on the fourth aircraft attempted to retake control of their plane from the hijackers; that plane crashed into a field near the town of Shanksville in rural Somerset County, Pennsylvania.
No one onboard any of the hijacked aircraft survived.
<— Ano kayang building ang isusunod ni Osama Bin Laden? Marami raw babae ang nabibighani sa kanyang alindog…
Perhaps, you have already come across this infamous list of why our country is unique from emails or other blogs. You might need to do some brushing ups so wouldn’t find yourself grabbling for answers should your social studies teacher or a foreigner asks you what make Philippines different from the rest of the world. For those who haven’t read this, here’s your chance to smile and shake your head and whisper…ONLY in the PHILIPPINES.
50. where the most happening places is not where the party is, instead it’s where the?gang wars happen, where women strip and where the people overthrow a president.
49. where even doctors, lawyers and engineers are unemployed.
48. where everyone has his personal ghost story.
47. where mountains like Makiling and Banahaw are considered as holy places.
46. where everything can be forged.
45. where the school is considered the second home and the mall considered as third.
44. where Starbucks coffee is more expensive than gas.
43. where every street has a basketball court and every town only has one public school.
42. where all kinds of animals are edible.
41.where people speak all kinds of languages, and?still call it Tagalog.
40. where students pay more money than they will earn afterwards.
39. where call center employees earn more money than teachers and nurses.
38. where driving 4kms can take as much as 4?hours.
37. where flyovers bring you from the freeway to the side streets.
36. where the tourist spots is where Filipinos do not (or cannot) go.
35. where the personal computer is mainly used for games and Friendster.
34. where all 13 year olds are alcoholic.
33. where colonial mentality is dishonestly denied!
32. where 4am is not even considered bed time yet.
31. where people can pay to defy the law.
30. where everything is spoofed.
29. where even the poverty-stricken get to wear Ralph Lauren and Tommy Hilfiger.
28. where honking of car horns is a way of life.
27. where being called a bum is never offensive.
26. where flood waters take up more than 90 percent of the streets during the rainy season.
25. where everyone has a relative abroad who keeps them alive.
24. where crossing the street involves running for?your dear life
23. where wearing your national colors make you “baduy”.
22. where billiards is a sport, and darts is a bar game.
21. where even the poverty-stricken have the latest cell phones. (gsm -galing sa magnanakaw)
20. where insurance does not work.
19. where water can only be classified as tap and dirty… clean water is for sale (35pesos/gallon).
18. where the church governs the people and where the government makes the people pray for miracles. (AMEN TO THAT!)
17. where University of the Philippines is where all the weird people go. Ateneo is where all the nerds go. La Salle is where all the Chinese go. College of Saint Benilde is where all the stupid Chinese go, and University of Asia and the Pacific is where all the irrelevantly
rich people go.
16. where fastfood is a diet meal.
15. where traffic signs are merely suggestions not regulations.
14. where all the trees in the city are below 6 ft.
13. where being held up is normal. It happens to everyone.
12. where kids dream of becoming pilots, doctors and basketballplayers.
11. where rodents is a normal house pet.
10. where the definition of traffic is the ‘non-movement’ of vehicles.
9. where the fighter planes of the 1940’s are used for military engagements,and the new fighter planes are displayed in museums.
8. where being an hour late is still considered as punctual.
7. where cigarettes and alcohol are a necessity, and where the lottery is a commodity.
6. where soap operas tell the realities of life and where the news provides the drama.
5. where actors make the rules and where politicians provide the entertainment.
(kung gusto mo mapikon, watch the news)
4. where finding a deer on the road will be a phenomenon. (may deer dito? seryoso kayo?)
3. where people can get away with stealing trillions of pesos, but not for a thousand.
2. where Nora Aunor is an acclaimed actress and Boy Abunda is the best talk show host.
1. where everyone wants to leave the country! (ang saya-saya!)
