I Have Game. Do You?

I'm back. No, I wasn't on vacation. I couldn't even go on a vacation if I wanted to anyway so NO, I wasn't on vacation. But I have to admit, I have neglected this site for far too long. I've been lazy to put it simply. I loved 'Transformers' by the way. Watched it twice on the big screen. I suddenly missed watching Transformers on Channel 9 and then Channel 13 when I was kid. It was nice seeing Bumblebee be a Camaro instead of a Volkswagen. Now, that was cool. I also watched Harry Potter twice. Having read the book several times, I'd say the movie/ story line was predictable, but the acting was definitely good. That Radcliffe boy is hot. Hmm. Finsihed the 7th book too. Of the HP series, I mean. And I have to say, I cried many times while reading it. Waiting for Harry Potter books has become a yearly treat for me (and I'm sure for a lot of people), and now, it's done. No more HP books. *sigh* I sort of have to say that once in a while... to get us...

Yup, I'm screwed. My external hard drive went kaput. EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING IS GONE. MUSIC . PICTURES. MOVIES. DOCUMENTS. MUSIC. PICTURES . MOVIES. ALL GONE. Did I just say I'm screwed? Fuckin' screwed.

She wrote back! Rita wrote back!!!! It just arrived this afternoon and when I got home from work at around 9pm it was displayed prominently on our mail table. I opened it immediately and started reading. I mailed my letter the day after I wrote my Of Pen and Paper entry . The date on her letter said March 5, 2007, so it took my letter more than a month to reach her. She said 'it has been a long time since I last wrote you. But it doesn't mean that I forgot you. I'm very joyful about your letter.' Parang gusto kong umiyak nung pagkabasa ko 'yun. She also sent a picture. Sorry, it's blurry because my scanner is busted so I had to use my phone to take the pic. The little boy beside Argo, her dog (who is 7 dog-years old now), is Karlis (her son! Ang gwapo!) who just turned 4 last January 11. Her mom and dad have retired enjoying their 4 grandchildren. Rita passed her medical exam and she's now working as a nurse in P. Stradiva Hospital in their Neurovasculary a...

Yes, I'm still in love. Dammit. *drives a stake through heart* *sigh* Gusto ko nang dumating yung araw na iisipin ko na lang ---- "What the fuck was I thinking?!" That'll be the day. For now, I still love him. And it's killing me.

I had free time over the weekend so I decided to clean up my desk drawers. As I was sorting through the countless receipts, meaningless post-it notes, and funny-smelling stationaries I've collected since I was in grade school, I came upon Rita's last letter which I haven't been able to reply to. Just to make things clear: Rita was, well, is my Latvian pen pal. Yes, PEN PAL. Haha. It all began during my last year in high school. On our first week of classes Mr dela Vega, our beloved World History professor, told us we had to write to someone from another country and have them give us first-hand information about their culture, history and traditions. No relatives: Canada and the US were not included. Filipinos in any country do not count. [This was a time e-mail was not option, the internet available to businesses and was altogether unheard of at that time]. You could just imagine our horror at was he was asking us to do. But our grade depended on this, so a week into the a...

Dec 29 '06. Friday, 2:19pm. Tired from harassing myself to finish my quota for the week, I gratefully sat on a vacant bench on the bus and proceeded to listen to my pod. I go to my Chill Out playlist and once the music starts I close my eyes and take myself on a ride I'm all too familiar with. My mind processes the events which made me cry and left me with no sleep. I cringe at my feeble and cowardly attempt to profess my affection and a sigh escapes from my lips at the thought of getting no reaction whatsoever. Regret tries to enter with its ugly lengthy horns, but I close my mind to regret. If it hurt, it was probably worth it. Flashes of Nitro IB pics, okrayan with Markie and Jamie, coaching session with my agents, 45-minute yosi breaks in Starbucks Valero, counseling sessions with Cha Ems, Astoria drinking nights. My mind then scans through the QA room nightshift quartet (Vince, Jenny, Fats, Me): I remember the night when Fats went on leave. In an attempt to have Fats brin...

Nobody does it better than Jason Mraz. Merry Christmas!