Funny Pics!

I am still on the verge of buying a decent camera. Not that I am undecided, though. But I think it is a battle between a good handycam and a digicam. All for blogging, mateys!

So here's for me to share today: Some funny photos I accidentally clicked and viewed. 

These are what I call stress equalizers! Humorous and Hilarious. I hope you had fun like I did. :)

OPM: What We Want

I was having a dinner with my dad when I watched the news. Our respectable OPM artists were kind of baffled -- or should I say -- threatened. Their enemy? Foreign performers.

This particular news intrigues me. You know, I love Filipino artisans. Musicians like Ogie Alcasid, Noel Cabangon, and even the funny songwriter Lito Camo, are all but legends. And when they write songs, and puts hymn and melody? God, it's music! Notwithstanding if it can make you cry or laugh. Or even think twice for its double meaning. 

That's what good about those guys. It's what makes them heroes in my heart that separates them from those self-proclaimed singers *ehem* actors *slash* composers, who all they do is sing a song, a goddamn foreign song, make a cover of it, and pretend that their own version is extraordinary. 

The urgency of this threat began from the series of concerts of foreign artists like of Avril Lavigne's, Katy Perry's, and the rock band Simple Plan, has been in all decency a face over a mask and not the other way around. It is too damn obvious. They keep on coming, too. If not American music icons, or Canadian, send some type of a circus club from Africa. In fact, they did. And we let them in.

Who wouldn't be intimated, anyway? The locals ignore our own, shift their eyes to the sun from the west. Market shares are significantly affected. No more audience for OPM artists. No more.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. 

They proposed a resolution, these people from our own music industry. A call for an amendment to the 1987 memorandum of agreement where foreign shows must pay a certain fee for them to conduct a show. They say the fee must be increased because 2012 is far from 1987. 

The issue is very clear: We are all dying. We don't have any more shows to perform. With that, we have no money. 

Their uncanny and well-thought solution: Let's ask them to pay more before having a show.

Problem resolved? Actually, no. Never will. And I say, fuck it!

Seriously?! With all those too much blah blahs, this will be your resolution? Instead of writing new songs, great songs, and comic skits, you're all just going to beg for money? Tired of being too artistic and would solely rely on greasing palms? 

Jesus Christ. I can't imagine what would happen to this nation's entertainment industry in the next few years. All are lost and new ones would be lost. 

So pointless.

Oh really? I did not know that!

I want to share you guys an interesting text message I got from my friend earlier today. As I'm not really an advocate of text quotes, chain messages, and the like (yeah, I'll delete it as soon as possible if it's that worthless or not work-related), I find this particular trivia worth a shot. 

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These are the things you don't need to know but I am going to tell you:

1. All shrimps are born female, but become male as time goes by. (So are they like gayish?)
2. Starfishes are pretty but they don't have brains. (So be offended if someone calls you one.)
3. Penguins can only have one mate. They spend almost half of their lives looking for their destined partner; then spend the rest of it with them. (How sweet is that?)

I do not know if you find these amusing at all. But I do and hope you find your penguin. :)

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Have a nice weekend everyone. ^_^

The Tibetan Personality Test

I am fond of taking dozens of personality tests all over the web. You know, answering numerous questions for a few minutes and afterwards you'll have your corresponding results? Yeah, that's the one! From simple psych questions to the infamous color quiz, I tried and answered them all. Some results were fascinating, while the others, a shocker! And I'm looking at you, Color Quiz! 

Here's the thing: I am quite sure you've already tried this one. It has been circulating Facebook some time ago due to feeds by my friends. Yes, I was curious so I took the opportunity and clicked the link, and stumbled with a new face of persona quiz. 

The link is here --> The Tibetan Personality Test

This quiz only involves three questions. As you might be surprised, however, you got to have a pen and a piece of paper to write your answers down. I don't want to spoil anything but simply enjoy it. :)

In my humble opinion after I was tested by this quiz, the results were highly accurate. Yes, it's one of those sticky shocker tests that will left you hanging by a thread which opened your shell like 1,2, and 3.

Your thoughts? ^_^

Those Four Things About You

For a minute or two before constructing these words and sentences, I deeply wonder why I am doing this. It's fairly clear, as a word of caution(?), that I'm a good friend and a good colleague at the same time. Helping people makes me happy. 


I sincerely thank you Floyd for giving me the reason to write another post in my blog. And I'm still mad at you for intervening my Assassin's Creed:Revelations multiplayer match last night when you called. *Evil laugh*


With much dedication to Romaine. The nexus of my innermost strengths and weaknesses.

The Paper Crane. I don't know if you remember this or not but we walked inside a bookstore once. And like a couple, we raided the shop looking for something - our own personal space of books, egos, and privacy. I never told you what was I looking for, right? It was a book about Origami. I have always wanted to give you one. Just a simple piece of paper molded into something artistic and given life of its own by my mere hands. I found one book actually. And as I gazed around the bookstore to look for you, there you were in the magazine section and talking to yourself. But I was wrong. You were not soliloquizing but singing. Time stopped. The people around us froze. I was staring at you as I hear your melodies, as if I am the only one around. It was music, yeah, but during that time, I realized something. That I was looking for the lady in my dreams? No. That I was totally over you? No. It's something different. Entirely different.


We walked inside a bookstore once. I found no book to buy, unfortunately. Instead, I found a breathtaking spectacle of fantasy and reality. And in between them, is you.


The Picture of You. It is a common practice nowadays for individuals to have photos of their love ones. May it be on their wallets, photo albums, or picturesque walls, it does not matter. As a matter fact, I do not have any pictures of you. Believe it or not, I don't have one. But I do have this. It's one of your many drawings. I really admire this photo simply for two reasons. First, it's you who drew it. Never did I take that seriously when you say that you can draw. But now, the joke's on me. You can draw. Like literally. Secondly, it is a true representation of you. Simple. Neat. With a fiery set of eyes fueled by determination and passion. The eyes I love the most.

The Way Movies Work. We almost have the same interests and opinions. Why the president is like that. Why people go to Starbucks. The electoral proceedings. The Harry Potter books. And even the movies we grew up with. But the best chat we had is the way flicks work. It is not the actors and actresses that make those scenes roll. Nor is the story, the makeup artists, sound directors, and costumers. Rather, it's the director. The way he open his mind and heart to create something out of an ordinary manuscript. The way he move his hands and illustrates his ideas with so much compassion and eagerness. The way one's life creates a new one. You know, if there is one director in this life, I think he made me to meet you. There has to be some reason behind all this. That I have something to deliver for you. A line perhaps, or an act. Whatever that'll be, I'm glad that director points me to you. 

The Traveler's Road. I still wanted to read The Gunslinger but failed to buy one. I always fancied to lay my eyes upon its story where, obviously, The Gunslinger is in pursuit of a man dressed in black. Pretty linear, right? But I do like the plot. It's like the protagonist has only one reason as far as the story goes. No other memes and whatchamacallits. Well in reality, we all choose our paths to take and go on with it, irrespective of those inherent consequences that can either lift us up or bring us down. I am not in pursuit of a man clothed in black. Do I have any particular reason for choosing this road? None! And I do not think any other traveler would pick this one. They even say this was the hardest of them all. But here we are; alone in the middle of nowhere. I, for one, don't have a concrete idea of what will happen to us in reaching the road's end, or if it will not end, there might be an instance that this path will fork. Are we still gonna continue our journey on another road together? Or perhaps go on and part ways? 


How I wish this will not end. But it's inevitable and all will end eventually. How I wish every step we'll take brings no end for us. Instead, moves us closer bit by bit, and although with a slowest speed, I can show you or even make you feel that in this paved road there is a definite reason, even though vague, why we are together. Especially, why I have you.


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I think I passed my limit. It. Is. Too. Damn. Corny. 


The rest if up to you, my dear readers. :)

The Versatile Blogger

Here it is! The Versatile Blogger Award! 

I would like to thank jenponix of JenPonix for having me as one of her many recipients for this type of award. Again, thank you very much. 

To start the to-do's when a blogger received this, here are the rules: a) Thank the blogger who sends you the award and add a link to his/her blog b) Write 7 random things about you c) Give the award to other 15 bloggers you love and tell them

Here are my seven random things about myself that are not included in the About Me section of my blog:

1. I'm very straight-forward. 
2. One of my dear students fell in love with me. No kidding.
3. A very complicated person.
4. Craves for chocolate every now and then.
5. Workaholic. 
6. Hates disrespectful persons.
7. Most of my personal stuff are game paraphernalia. 

Honestly, I don't want to pass this award anymore to my fellow bloggers. The reason is that they've already been chosen. And the fact that I made this late proves it. 

Oh well. 'Til then. :)