Of ZTE, JDV, AGB, GMA, ABS-CBN… ETC

This year is definitely a year of acronyms!

Havaianas, a conspicuous success

The person who brought and introduced Havaianas in the country is definitely a clever and scintillating marketeer. He/She knew it would be a hit. Wearing this in public was once a taboo, but now, everyone seemed to acquire the kick out of these rubber slippers. Which by the way cost eight hundred bucks to one grand! Despite its expensiveness, Havaianas is continually patronized by almost every Filipino, which is actually not surprising at all.

Cold turkey

Now that the academic term has finally come to an end, I am now free to ruin my life by playing The Sims 2 all day without feeling guilty. I have gone cold turkey this week because it's my Finals Exam period. I didn't get to play The Sims 2 for four friggin' days, and it caused detriments to my health. I have lost my appetite and my weight plummeted. Of course that's just an overstatement.

Terse

When the Divine One handed out the gift of craftsmanship in hand drawing, Pablo Picasso was definitely there and basked in that particular moment. While the prolific Spanish artist was busy savoring the gift, I, on the other hand, was away, drinking Johnny Walker Blue.

I extremely suck in hand drawing. Big time! And I hate it.

Crichton is Crichton

Finally, I had defeated the twin monsters: sloth and procrastination. Just finished reading Airframe, a novel by the salient Crichton(I like how he tenses up the readers; it is very impelling). I was told to read the novel uninterruptedly to fully create the element of suspense. However, although my reading was choppy, apprehension and anticipation still clouded the parts. In addition, the novel was written in a manner which constructs authenticity by the use of technical avionic information. I'd like to point out thought that despite this, it was composed with great attention to the readers' comprehension. I, myself, am not knowledgeable in avionics or aeronautics, but I was able to grasp the story. Something only Crichton can excellently do. Can someone make a movie version of this? I think it will shovel in gargantuan buckets of bucks.

8 will soon hit the bookshelves

I am definitely getting a copy of Zafra's eighth Twisted, a collection of her seriocomic rantings. I got wind of the book's price and it's roughly 'round 250 bucks. Now, anyone bighearted enough to get me a copy? May I just remind you, Christmas is the time for giving and the time for sharing. I'll be waiting for it.

Philippines in a predicament

I am not usually the type of person who quetches his complaints or displeasure. Normally, I just sit down and try to assimilate everything. But I reckon you already guessed that today will be different.

We are again famous around the globe. In fact, CNN and BBC highlighted us in their shows, and you know how wide their viewerships are. However, we are covered heavily by these leading news stations not because we had found the cure for AIDS or our economic growth had skyrocketed to 10%, but for some other reason. Thanks to Senator Trillanes et al. I am not going to discuss what happened since most of us are already familiar with it already. Apparently, Senator Trillanes et al are getting the hang of standoffs, coup plotting and hotel crashing. This time last 2003, the same event also occurred if you may recall. Senator Trillanes took over the Oakwood Premier Ayala Center serviced apartment tower situated in the Central Business District to show the Filipino people the alleged corruption of the Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo administration. To cut a long story short, the coup plotters failed. They also underwent court hearings.

After four years, the plotters have again found a chance to air their concerns. Detained Senator Antonio Trillanes IV, Brigadier General Danilo D. Lim, and 25 other Magdalo officers walked out of their court hearing and marched through the streets of Makati, called for the ousting of the president, and clutched the entire second floor of the Manila Peninsula Hotel. But history repeats itself, they failed for the second time.

As an Economics student, I know how such event can affect the Philippine economy. Shortly after the standoff, there are already signs of retardation in market gains. This might also raise the uncertainty rate, drawing foreign investors back from laying out money in Philippine enterprises. Altogether, this particular event will create an unstable image of the government, which actually makes me huffy. But part of me wants to commend Senator Trillanes et al for exemplifying valiance and nationalism. I just don't know what to react anymore.

On a lighter note, I guess the administration people of Manila Peninsula will also change the hotel's name, like what the Oakwood owners did. So you know, Oakwood is now known as Ascott. But I guess even if they did alterations, everything will still be part of history.

Retard convo

Here's a snippet of a typical pointless conversation between me and my best chum.

Me: "Hey dude, how were things going?"

Him: "Bad. I sprained an ankle. Got pissed at my Literature professor. Lost my ID."

Me: "Mine's worse. I got a meager score in my Economics quiz. My flash drive fudged up on the day of my report, forcing me to do an impromptu."

You see, even in bleakness, we are competitive.

Him: "Oh yeah, I guess we both suck. Cheers to that! We don't have girlfriends, we're stuck in our study desks trying to figure out how we can drag the country out from the slums, which is actually implausible. Sore loser's life."

Me: "Sore loser, eh? I say MASSIVE LOSER."

Yes, we frequently disgrace our self-worths. That is therapeutic for us. Weird. Something to mull over tonight.

Short

People are intrinsically contemplative. In order for us to ingest the things that happen in our lives, we must pensively reflect on these and draw insights from this process. I believe everyone engages in this involuntarily process, no mater how surly the person is.

I have my own way of contemplating. If I want to get away from all the gauntlets that life hurls at me, I simply hush. Then I isolate myself from the world. I tend to fabricate my own quadrant, where I am not restricted to color beyond the lines, where I am superior to everyone.

To fully create my own imaginary world, I need to inject caffeine into my bloodstream. Amongst all luxuries in the world, I have found a buddy in the figure of a cup of coffee. The piquant aroma of a latte stimulates my brain cells. It arouses my subconscious mind. For me, coffee is everything.

With a cup of java beside me, I can now perform my contemplation. Much better if the java is accompanied with glazed doughnuts. Yum.

Sam’s 18th Birthday Bash

Note to the remaining debutantes: Please opt for a venue that is proximate to metropolis. Marcos-Sumulong Highway is a no-no! Peace Sam!

Despite the remoteness of the location, Kringle, Errica, Dynna and I were able to come on time. Thanks Errica for the ride! Now that we speak of remoteness, the venue is situated in the far flung tundra of Antipolo, Rizal. The place is called Seven Suites Hotel-Observatory, based from the name itself, it commands a wide view of its surroundings. The entire region also provides a good view of the metropolis. It is conducive to long kwentuhans, or one can just suspend his buns, have coffee or wine and unwind from emotional strains that day.

The building also houses their own bar and restaurant, the Blue Moon Restaurant, and is located at the ground floor of the hotel. The place is well-lighted, comfortably ceilinged and lavishly cozy. Not to mention the indoor curtains and the upholstered couches. Their food should also be noted for its delectability and nutritiveness. If I were to rate the restaurant, I'd give them a 4 out of 5.

Sam's Debut Party