McDo, you had me.

The latest McDonald's commercial ad really hit me hard. It was so wonderfully rendered that the supposedly cliche story made a darn good impression on almost all of the viewers, especially in the RB where it got a lot of mixed reactions. Some even got LSSed by the Huling El Bimbo song that was used, including me, sadly.

Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFOQORGU-Pw (Because I don't know how the insert link tab here in Multiply works.)

i'm not spamming.

I have lost my face - forever. Without me knowing, Dave posted Leda's birthday video on YouTube. It had me singing Creed's song and him Your Love by Alamid and Leda doing whatever she wanted to do while recording. It was one of the most hilarious moments of my life and it would have been nice if that video was kept private between us friends. Huhuhu... What if someone I know comes across it?

Dave is so going to get mauled to a bloody frothy pulp when I see him.

Just joking, really. Haha!

So the tags of the video are tootootootooot.

Haha! Not telling!

Maybe if I find the spunk to post it here one day. I'll post it. Heehee...

dots...

So the year ends with a bang. My brother's girlfriend is pregnant. They're in the right age to marry, anyway, but I'm not ready to become an uncle yet. God only knows how spoiled the first niece or nephew will be when she/he comes around. I'm hoping it will turn out to be a girl and I can't wait.

That would be all.

Happy New Year everyone.

late entry...

Merry Christmas!
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Ha! It's a quarter past three in the morning and I still don't feel sleepy at all. I wonder why. Lately, I haven't been getting enough sleep. And last night I had a dream. Hmm. I can't exactly recall the exact details but I do know my crush was there. Argh! (Listen to my teenage heart beating fast!) At least in that dream we were friends! FRIENDS! That's like... one step closer to... Never mind. Haha!
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Early this morning, mother woke me up just to ask if she should buy oral rehydration salts for my brother who was having a bout of diarrhea. I told her reformulated Hydrite would do wonders and added that she give him Loperamide just to stop his damn bowels from expelling more hazardous material. And now he's recovered thank goodness.
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My brother also gave me a Christmas card. >_> Ermm. It was unexpected but I did appreciate his effort. I haven't thanked him yet.
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a bygone era...

It's been a year, I guess. I stopped playing RF over a year ago and I still miss the game. Whenever I recall the Crag Wars days, there's always that accompanying bit of heartache. Whenever I recall the raid/repel days, there's a pang of nostalgia that just won't go away. Whenever I recall the lively community of RFO - PH from not so long ago, there's still a glimmer of hope that that once rich and diverse gaming community will once more flourish.

I have to admit that my days in Novus were one of the best ones. There were highs and lows, of course and I enjoyed every second of them. When the time came that I had to quit and move on to another game, I couldn't help but have this nagging feeling that I'm running away from home. Novus was my home after all. I loved Novus. I loved the Accretians, the Bellato, and most of all the knots that bound me to Cora.

But all is lost to Cora, I think. Many have quit the game and many stopped being Corites, which hurt me the most. We've certainly come a long way game-wise. The machinations that drove the ceaseless strife between the three warring races have long since disappeared. But to all the brave ones, we've left our mark on the little planet. The war has claimed many and Novus and all its native inhabitants will once more bloom with the ethereal glow of Halostone.

nineteen

I turned nineteen yesterday and I was happy, simply because I'm healthy and I have a family and that I experience the luxury of going to school. There was no celebration, only greetings that were all the more appropriate and pleasing to my ears.

"Happy birthday *Dudung!"

"Dolph, happy birthday!"

Even if I worked myself to death with the preparation of the food for the nursing tribute, and even if I nearly got into a verbal fight with an old man at the bus station on my way home, reading those greetings over again somehow made the burden lighter.

(*Dudung - literally means boy or little boy in Cebuano. It's my pet name inside the classroom.)

good grief

good grief
rca 8/12/08

he often left for work with grief
in his bag. he did just that even
on christmas or new year's eve
for that that matter. he always did.

he served it to his guests, his grief.
over tea, over dinner, even on
his birthday party every 12th
of december. he always did.

the neighbors thought, including me
that a turned leaf from him was
not to be expected. but at times i,
doubted them. even now, i still do.

a week ago, he left the world
with something else in his bag,
i suppose. he was smiling, i recall,
when i saw him on the open casket.

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