tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37475632011-04-21T18:09:08.960-07:00A page of LIES!The machinations of a cog in a large corporate machine.Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-1088733259023697062004-07-01T18:53:00.000-07:002005-07-28T04:34:50.076-07:00From Ramon:"This Saturday, July 3, is Free Comic Book Day.I'm putting out a zine called Hey, Comics! It's an anthology of short stories from members of a small mailing list I moderate.These contributors are Arnold & Cynthia Arre, Quark Henares, Chris Costello, Neva Talladen, Harvey Ong, Mark Lavin, Dean Alfar, Jordan Santos, Andrew Drilon & Wincy Ong. It'll be about 64 pages.It will be FREE only Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-1079243466571819052004-03-13T21:51:00.000-08:002004-03-13T22:51:49.043-08:00Let's try linking to my drawings! Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-1078055479700610872004-02-29T03:51:00.000-08:002004-03-13T22:50:59.233-08:00She made me do this! :]Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-1063555176289664442003-09-14T08:59:00.000-07:002003-09-14T09:03:23.590-07:00I am waiting for someone at work to call me at home with an issue update and I have nothing to do while logged on to the office network which coincidentally connects me also to the internet. It's ten in the evening I'm typing here to vent- Documenting my account Of last two hours' events... My brother ran like crazy, Bursting in my room He brought the ringing cellphone- A portent of my doom. Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-1058530965529061302003-07-18T05:22:00.000-07:002003-07-18T05:29:25.496-07:00Conversation in front of a milkshake stand SB: (peruses the menu) Ikaw ang may ayaw sa vanilla flavor di ba? Servbot: I hate vanilla! Kung may kitten na natapunan ng vanilla ice cream, sisipain ko 'yan! SB: (imagines Servbot kicking a tiny ice cream-covered kitten across the floor)... Servbot:(aside) Uy, porkchop-flavored milkshake! Order nga ako ng isa. Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-1057067012600894272003-07-01T06:43:00.000-07:002003-07-01T06:47:05.730-07:00Spare the rod, beat the child! Like most well-meaning mothers, mine pestered me to get good grades. She was quite diligent at it in the beginning- peeking at my assignment notebooks, lecturing me past a reasonable bedtime, and even applying corrective physical punishment when my enthusiasm for my studies wavered. Thankfully, the police-state tactics ended midway through my grade school life (oldBothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-939103522003-05-06T22:27:00.000-07:002003-05-06T22:50:37.000-07:00"Baaaad Movies...Always Make Me Cry..." Have you ever read a book, seen a movie, or indulged in content where every logical neuron in you protested its lack of intelligence, originality or quality, yet you somehow found a rewarding feeling of gratification and enjoyment from the experience? I have. My guilty movie pleasures, in no particular order: Hiram na Mukha This is a classic soap operaBothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-927074652003-04-16T03:34:00.000-07:002003-04-16T03:39:02.000-07:00More Power to Me! I'd love having superpowers. As a kid, I'd pretend to be Superman (because the badly drawn cartoon was the biggest thing on television at the time), fly around the house, beat up imaginary villains, and save the open bedroom doors before they got slammed shut by the summer wind. As I grew older, it dawned on me that the superhero powers I was in awe with had few day-to-day Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-911172652003-03-21T03:16:00.000-08:002003-03-21T03:20:08.000-08:00Secondhand Tales: A conversation overheard on a jeepney ride Guy1: Pare, ginawa namin ng girlfirend ko, four times today! Guy2: Wala yan pare. Kami ng girlfriend ko, six times isang araw! Girl: Hina niyo naman. Ako, eight times today. Ako lang mag-isa! Yes, this really happened. Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-905039042003-03-10T21:20:00.000-08:002003-03-10T21:26:28.000-08:00Eat the Children! This is so sappy. Below are excerpts (grammar errors and all) from an actual online chat conversation I had. It started out serious, but we played along with the innuendo as things progressed. Oh, and I'm 'Servbot'. Servbot: Kamusta Honey? SB: The coffee helped pero hilo pa rin ako. :-) Ikaw, okay ka na? Servbot: I feel like a pregnant woman. SB: haha. wala akong kinalaman Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-875843742003-01-17T03:10:00.000-08:002003-03-12T20:23:35.000-08:00Cool Robot of the Week Shin Getter Robo The 70s were adorned with horribly animated robot shows- Mekanda Robot, Gaiking, and Voltes V to name a few. The original Getter Robo belongs to this less than shining genre. Nevertheless, it entertained and inspired a generation of young people, and when they grew older, those that chose to enter the business of making anime came up with a very cool Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-862129292002-12-18T02:40:00.000-08:002002-12-18T02:45:50.000-08:00Vote your favorite leper into office! I've noticed a trend in Bond villains. 90% of the time, there are usually two main antagonist characters- the mastermind and the muscle. The mastermind is of course, the brains behind the latest plot to rule the word. The muscle on the other hand is more diverse- a strongman, an expert marksman, a ruthless killer -essentially the brain's means to bring his Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-857208282002-12-09T02:20:00.000-08:002002-12-09T02:29:07.000-08:00Thanks for my big brain, o hairy female ancestor! I was watching a scientist on the National Geographic Channel the past weekend explain his theory on the evolution of the human brain. He theorizes that the reason why we're so intelligent (or why humans have such large brains) is because females selected the smartest males to mate with. Darwin explained that sexual evolution is dependent on Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-854750712002-12-04T02:19:00.000-08:002002-12-04T02:48:18.000-08:00Cool Robot ot the Week The Iron Giant I love the movie! It brings back boyhood fantasies of having my very own giant robot. The Giant is an alien weapon that crashes to Earth (50's cold war America to be exact), gets damaged, loses his memory, and is discovered and befriended by a little boy. Most of the film develops the relationship between The Giant and the young Earthling, until the Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-852032672002-11-28T01:31:00.000-08:002002-11-28T01:45:35.000-08:00Eat This! I remember the very second cartoon of the Powerpuff Girls I saw on Cartoon network. It was probably five years ago, and back then the Girls were but a ten-minute clip on Cartoon Network's 'What a Cartoon!' show. Anyway, that pre-series episode featured Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup fighting the violent Fuzzy Lumkin as he attacked Townsville with his meat gun. This is how the meat Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-850369672002-11-24T20:09:00.000-08:002002-11-24T21:09:02.000-08:00Cool Robot ot the Week Mazinger Z This is the ultimate fighting robot. The 70s cartoon series was poorly animated (by today's standards), but the fight scenes were beautiful. It wasn't because the enemies were cooler or Mazinger Z had better weapons, but because the protagonist actually got hurt! Mazinger would lose an arm one episode, break an eye in the next, and even have both his legs Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-847012032002-11-18T02:18:00.000-08:002002-11-18T02:23:06.000-08:00Innuendo! Some friends and I were reading a newspaper while sitting inside a restaurant the other day. It was the children's section, and to capitalize on the Harry Potter craze, there was a quiz article about the latest movie. The article had all the standard questions that can be answered by any attentive four-year-old who's seen the film. For instance, whose wand backfires when he Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-846768092002-11-17T14:50:00.000-08:002002-11-19T16:09:46.000-08:00Cool Robot of the Week Giskard Reventlov Why, you ask? Well, he's a robot. And he's cool. But seriously, Giskard is one of the most important characters in sci-fi great Isaac Asimov's robot novels (Robots of Dawn, Robots and Empire). In the books, Giskard is the co-founder of the Zeroth Law of Robotics, and thus laid the groundwork for the development of psychohistory (a fictional science Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-843477882002-11-10T21:30:00.000-08:002002-11-11T02:37:55.000-08:00So THAT's how you link images! In case you haven't noticed from this page, I like robots. Nay, I love them. I'd marry one if procreation were physically possible (come on science, don't fail me now). In the next life, I'd probably want to be a killer cyborg with enough weaponry to ravage a small country like the United States (though I'd be perfectly happy if I were reincarnated as a smartass Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-836597942002-10-28T05:23:00.000-08:002002-10-28T05:37:32.000-08:00One way ticket, one way ticket to the moooon... Commuted to work last Wednesday. Cost me ten pesos (lang). TEN pesos riding an FX. I walked along Remedios and a few minutes later I got on the commuter van. Half an hour after, I ended up in Ayala. Amazing! The ease and speed of the trip was almost too good to be true (sad fact: I have always lived far away from wherever I studied or worked. My Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-830944222002-10-16T19:04:00.000-07:002002-10-16T19:13:48.000-07:00And all I've got to show is this muscle in my arm... We've moved! Changed addresses last Sunday in a process that involved a lot of sweat (and a little blood). I now live along Remedios. Yes, that place known for its all-night bars, pervert-foreigners, and occasional street crime. The highlight of the move was when my brother and I had to help four other movers bring down a massive wooden Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-828021372002-10-10T11:27:00.000-07:002002-10-10T12:40:59.000-07:00Playing with links Went to Subic last weekend with some high school buddies. Since it was a long drive, the conversation wandered around different topics- business, basketball, and 80s nostalgia, particularly cartoons. The focus shifted from giant robot anime, to Candy Candy, and finally to GI Joe, where one of us commented on the Baroness, one of the female members of Cobra, a ruthless Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-826805732002-10-08T02:00:00.000-07:002002-10-08T02:01:00.000-07:00Up, up and away Okay! The comments script is running! Now everyone can uh, comment. Big thanks to Neva for showing me how. Thanks Neva! Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-824640882002-10-03T06:00:00.000-07:002002-10-08T01:57:45.000-07:00I guess I owe everyone an update. A lot has happened the month of September. Sort of. In the spirit of corporate thought, let me enumerate a few things point by point: Tick-Tock I've grown older, dammit. Now I'm 24. Though I'd like to thank everybody for their well wishes. Thank you, thank you. I noticed that there are a lot of September celebrants in the workplace. Counting the months backBothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-810260262002-09-02T03:33:00.000-07:002002-10-08T01:56:54.000-07:00 I am a STORY TELLER Took a quiz. I think I got a passing mark. Damn, the illustration looks nothing like me. I am a natural story teller, and tales unfold in my mind almost without thought. I can entertain myself by reading a book that exists only in my head, which might make me seem distant from people at times. Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-810183942002-09-01T22:00:00.000-07:002002-10-08T01:56:39.000-07:00I'm fiddling aroud with the settings. Don't be alarmed. Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-810175332002-09-01T21:35:00.000-07:002002-10-08T01:56:26.000-07:00Does this work? Does it? Maybe it does. You don't know what I'm talking about, do you? Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747563.post-810171302002-09-01T21:23:00.000-07:002002-10-08T01:56:14.000-07:00This is a post. The first post. Bothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14040690686181152923noreply@blogger.com