Friday, June 11, 2004

Rooting for the Underdog

Pistons rip Lakers! Detroit leads series 2-1!

Yay! Just got off Yahoo's coverage of the NBA Finals, and one thing for sure, Phil Jackson's troops won't return to the Staples Center for another game. I firmly believe Rip Hamilton and the Pistons could sweep the two remaining games at their home turf in Auburn Hills, Michigan.

Well, they just killed off the Lakers' chance to regain a momentum by thrashing them 88-68 and put a hold on the championship trophy. I don't much fancy the Pistons when they pulled off a fantastic stunt by defeating the Eastern Conference's top seed Indiana Pacers (I was putting by bets on Sacramento Kings, but they succumbed to the Minnesota T-Wolves, and in turn Garnett merely could not stand the pressure of being the league's MVP and bowed to the Lakers). So, the people turned to the Lakers as their favorite...not to mention the inclusion of former Jazz-man Karl Malone and ex-Supersonic Gary Payton.

What really transpired during the struggle for the best team in the NBA was...in my opinion, a battle of dedication. A championship-thirtsty team and a team that believe that they ARE the best. Arrogance simply betrayed the Lakers. Their confidence deserted them when they needed it. They have the belief that their talents could bring them where they should be, and not heart (as I have realized is the key to one's success).

Maybe that's why I always root for the underdogs...

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Blog Anyone?

Yesterday, I got off from text with Rommel. It was one of the common moments wherein he would just text probably because he has nothing to do, or whenever there's this sudden urge to put his thumb into the cellfone's keypad. Anyway, what transpired was an exchange of nonsense gibberish:

Rommel: what's the URL of your blogspot?

Etchie: Hm, why? Do you already have a blog?

Rommel: Nope. I'm not planning on putting up one.

Etchie: Bakit naman?

Rommel: Wala lang.

Etchie: Sabagay. Sometimes it will turn out too personal.

Rommel: Hehe. Borderline exhibitionists. Hehe

Etchie: Pretentious writer wannabes, eh?

Rommel: Hey, I'm that category too!

Etchie: We both are.

No offense to bloggers, of course. This chitchat is plainly a view of two indistinct individuals who, while the other decided to explore the blogging environment, the other, still hasn't found sufficient reasons to join the fad.

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Thursday, June 10, 2004

Grrr...

Temper is a like a lit powder keg that could explode anytime. And like a conflict that could materialize into full-blown hostilities as soon as no diplomatic solution is attained. Patience is a large fraction of that diplomatic solution. It fills a kind of void that could save the entire complexion of whatever deplorable situation present, be it on a personal level or not.

I have managed to plug the vacuum that nearly pushed me to the limit of tolerance. Well, for a certain period of course. Everything has this emotional boundary that one has to keep himself/herself from `going beyond’. Chances are, you wouldn’t want to witness if fireworks explode. It could crush someone of his/her feet, drag their silly butts to the point of unaccepted apologies and perhaps, the reality of retribution.

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Sunday, June 06, 2004

The World According to Raymond

Buffalo Springfield started a song stanza with "paranoia strikes deep, into your heart it will creep" (first line of the third stanza (?) of the song For What Its Worth). Somehow it's correct. Not in a sense that everybody has to get paranoid once-in-a-while, but I can be quite positive that it can help. In anyway, at least.

I saw George Sluizer's Spoorloos or popularly called The Vanishingin DVD. It tells of a man's search for his missing girlfriend kidnapped by a devlishly clever sociopath. I read somewhere that it was voted as one of the scariest movies to date, to that I concur. It's not your typical goryfest where blood and guts are spilled merely to terrify an audience, but it borders on the reality itself. The scary stuff hits you the moment you push the power of your dvd player and lay down for awhile, thinking that it certainly could happen to anyone.

I don't exactly know the nature of a sociopath except that they purge through the boundaries of the society, living as normal individuals but carry a specific personal grudge. According to Raymond Lemorne (the kidnapper in the film), he's driven by a kind of either emotional or spiritual (or whatever) predestination to commit something that the society notices, be it a crime or a good deed, and he takes pleasure from it.

I'm becoming more paranoid after seeing the movie.

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Saturday evening

They say that weekend evenings are gimmick nights. Not for me. Stuck in the glowing screen of my laptop monitor and plunking away at the keyboard, trying to compose at least, a tiny post at this journal. I enjoy being left alone--well, my gimmick nights normally consists of an artfilm in DVD, a good book to read, coffee and at times, internet.

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Saturday, June 05, 2004

Wanderings...

Tatang treated us (me, kuya Homer, Bentong, kuya Arnel, sir Leo) lunch yesterday. We ate at Kaya Express, a Korean restaurant beside Carl's Jr. at Robinson's Place Manila. Over bowls of Bulgogi and Korean beef stew, we each had our own musings of the existing political situation of UP.

It's not entirely political in a sense, but somehow it falls on such category. Tatang, as usual, had his hands full on a rift between him and the present OVCAA, a conflict that in my opinion is beginning to claw into a personal level. I won't dwell on the details of our discussion, but certainly it won't push the entire staff on a mobilization against the administration.

A cancelled staff meeting and a full-blast airconditioner. Cold. Had to put on my jacket, though.

Mark came and forced ourserlves on a pitiful window-shopping at Astrovision and complemented our stroll with a dinner at Shakeys. Had a nasty tummy ache.

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Thursday, June 03, 2004

Killing Time

My friend Mark just wrote me a testimonial in my Friendster account.

Good. Vanity in progress.


God, I miss Sacil. She's my wife. Left for Tampa, Florida last Saturday to work as nurse. Haven't called since last night (though, she texted). Sigh.

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Who Am I?

It's not an identity crisis thing or whatever. Somehow a journal demands a formal introduction of who's writing. Basically, it's an unwritten provision in the art of journal writing--the fact that one has to spill at least an ounce of personal censorship. Well, I guess I'm forced as the next guy who has plans of opening up his/her own online journal, to write something about myself.

Hm, okay. I'm Etchie, a twenty-four year old writer wannabe, whose idea of fun is getting stuck in front of a DVD player or burying my nose in a two-inch thick book. Not to mention, window shopping at a video store, and a bookstore. I have nothing else to expose except that I tied the knot early, and attempting to fulfill every aspect of the obligations marriage had imposed.

I'm presently loafing my ass off at a government-subsidized university here in Manila, but sooner I'll be leaving for Florida to join my wife there. I have a three-year old daughter (I'll post her pic once I learn how to), and a truckload of self-confidence :)

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A Perversion of Choice

Choosing the perfect host for an online journal is a difficult thing to ponder. You have to consider plenty of factors before one can decide where to sign up and what to put. For instance, I have signed-up in one of blog-hosting sites that is in direct competition with this one (well, not necessarily direct, it merely gives the user the freedom to choose--a laissez-faire approach, to what many economics professors would claim).

Although it is not what constrained me to start another log with this host, but the fact that I also take note of the interface I'll be trying to work with. It may sound like an advocacy campaign to promote this host, nonetheless, it's just me. My choice is entirely mine, alone, and to which case, nobody can give a damn about it. I could maintain two online journals on two different hosts, so who cares? I can drop off the other one and continue the other, it won't matter anyway.

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