Small Talk

Penge naman ako nyan, ang pangit ng araw ko…

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Remember how last time I blogged about almost losing my phone and PSP to thieves on a bus? Well, someone came along and finished the job.

I am stewing mad, mad, mad!

In an earlier post I explained that I got myself a PSP because all the buses that ply the Buendia-Ayala route invariably tune in to Love Radio, which I vengefully detest because there’s no worse way to start your day than with synchronized mirthless laughter courtesy of Nicole Heyala and Chris Tsuper.

So there I was toying with my PSP.  At my stop, I got up along with a few dozen people to squeeze out of the bus. And the 30 seconds it took for me to stand up and get off the bus was enough for some fanged thief to slash into the innards of my bag with a blade and steal my PSP.  And I was completely unaware.

And I just got that bag! Grrrr! My animal instincts are kicking into high gear. I could just about perform wondrous feats of inhumane violence right now.

My casualties? 1 Sony PSP. 1 Deuter Speedlite 20 bag. 1 absolutely shattered ego.

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Later that day I accidentally ripped my polo shirt up its sides.  And if that wasn’ t bad enough, I also accidentally ripped my slacks’ zipper – and at this point I would like explain to my office mates that this was the sole reason I kept my hands on my crotch the whole day.Please don’t read anything else into it.

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So now I am really cross, and I hope I don’t run into any foul jokesters because, frankly, I’m in the mood to crack skulls.

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So much for catharsis…

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This here is an endorsement.

You see, I easily bore, and I don’t often watch any flick no matter how good it may be more than once unless I REALLY, REALLY like it.It’s just not worth the time.But for the sake of context, the films I have watched more than once include:The Incredibles (2), Fist of Legend (Jet Li! 2), Shaolin Soccer (2), and so on.

I watched Facing the Giants four times.And I don’t mind a fifth.

Yeah, I know, the critics slammed it for being too “evangelical,” but from me to you, this inspirational film (made on a shoestring budget with church members volunteering for acting parts production needs) is one of my favorites

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0805526/

I am morbid and I am weird.Why is it that whenever I check the updates on Wikipedia, I go straight to the recent deaths section?It’s probably because there’s nothing like a fresh dose of obituaries to get your day started.

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In my defense, I believe that the sum of life, its fascination and totality, finds meaning in the obituary.It is here that a sudden appreciation of life springs forth.You suddenly realize, from hindsight, who was important, and who was relevant.

Nice try, Chee.

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There used to be a journal published in the early 1900’s that dealt primarily with this subject.I think it was the Renacimientos something…my memory fails me.But anyway, the journal, presented in lurid detail, death scenes of society’s renown.It showed photographs from burols, deathbeds, coffins, etc.If you were notable in society, you’d find yourself on the front page come your expiry.

What a creepy journal for the newsstands.

Well, that’s what you get when you don’t have tabloids.You go for the next best scandalous thing.Nowadays, we have starlets in various stages of undress to titillate the masses.We probably won’t be seeing any resurgence from Renacimientos any time soon.

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I have a friend who, in an effort to make death less mysterious, posted pictures of his/her father right before and right after he passed away.ON FRIENDSTER!

There is merit there, I know, “Don’t be afraid of the dead.They’re already dead.”But, come on, it’s Friendster for crying out loud!

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My friend is right on one point. Death is the enemy, but depending on your beliefs, It can either be a nap for eternity, or a nap before eternity.I choose the latter.

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One of the happiest wakes I’ve been to was that of Neil’s lolo, who died of liver problems.We were playing, singing, joking around– maybe a little too hard though.This was a family that was confident of a resurrection.No need for goodbyes.Only see you laters.

The joke of the night? “Let’s sleep in the sala (the coffin was there), we’ve never had a slumber party with lolo before.”

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We’ll there, forget I talked about death.Let’s all go back to the land of the living and smile and play and say it’s good to be alive.