INTERNET IS SHITE!!!!

Oh that football field in elementary school holds so many great memories for me! The Don Bosco grounds were enormous in my standards and titanic for someone who came from a quadrangle which looked like a piece of sandwich (no offense to Saint Joseph's my old school but you do have a small playground). I miss our games of luksong-tinik (displayed in the photos) and luksong-baka and hide and seek and many more SOO much!

I miss the gang of playmates who could create any kind of game out of games. You know like they could make tag more interesting by pretending we were policemen and robbers. The sort of imagination that helps kids have a wonderfully innocent time with each other. We were also fond of looking for places within the premises which the school populace never knew existed in the ocean of our ever-unfathomable school grounds. We would play there of course.

I wish I had the excuse to go back and do all the things I mentioned above as an adult all over again. But alas the reasons and circumstances to do so are absent. I cannot act childish anymore although I can be a child at heart. More importantly, the playmates are not around anymore. They have mini-versions of themselves now. They have tummies and they have wives and big cars now. I see them on the profile sites and I hardly recognize them from the puffy faces brought about by cholesterol, alcohol and all the other face-mutating agents. It's not as if i am UNguilty too anyway as I have had many face-altering surgeries LOLOL...

Now all I have is the internet, internet, the internet. This entity has invaded my life and now i feel claustraphobic in its confines!!! All my time is gobbled up by the internet and I hate it! Badminton sometimes, hits my schedule but it is the internet that takes centerstage in my arena of self-enjoyment. I hate the internet!!! It can never compare to the creativity, naturalness and innocence of school childhood games which may have served to keep us all fit when we were young too!!!

I guess I am just feeling nostalgic here and I am just reminiscing days of my tumultous childhood but for now I want to throw this laptop and be rid of the internet for the moment and just play tag and tagu-taguan (hide and seek) and Japanese game and patintero all over again!!!!!

THANK YOU!!! (for the photos)

www.dennisrito.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html

www.blogtext.org/latebloomer/index20/index.html

http://misskurdapya.blogspot.com/2007/10/patotot.html

Iron curtain heroes...

I never did notice the growing trend of Eastern European women dominating sport these days but it suddenly just became so apparent to me when I look at the semifinal lineup of the women's singles tournament in the French Open....It's a Russian woman versus another Russian woman and a Serbian woman against another Serbian woman. The domination of the Iron Curtain ladies is back!!!

For someone who grew up idolizing the sporting glories of the Soviet Union turned Unified Team turned Russia, this is an ideal lineup for me. I think i became conscious about the excitement sport brought into my life during the onset of the Barcelona 1992 Olympics. And this was the last Olympics where Russia and a couple of other Soviet States last dominated the Olympic medal count. As a result I grew up idolizing czarinas and screaming, thick-browed, intense Russian coaches and ice denizens from the Iron Curtain Capital. I became increasingly curious about the so-called "scientific training" their countries offered to their world-class athletes as well as the sporting camps that house these superpeople. What went on behind those walls that they have produced world-record holders and superhuman performers? How were they sculpted and moulded to become larger-than-life figures?

We may never know the secrets behind the Communist sporting regime but controversies continually surround the development of these superstar athletes. First of all the popular belief that there was systematic and immense encouragement of the use of performance-enhancing drugs is very common and has been proven many times I believe. Second the severity of the emotional stress caused by the plucking of very young individuals with a high sporting potential from their families is widely circulated among sports psychologists and analysts. Third, the uncertainty of a financial career outside their sporting glories was almost always inevitable based on many athlete's personal accounts and stories. Think about the emotional distress these people felt when they were showered with attention and revered almost as gods when they could break records and do anything better than us and then being brought back to a humiliating position after their physical flames have died...

For the outsider like me who can do little to help, the best I can do is perhaps admire from a distance these beings who can and were able to run, jump and throw faster, higher and further than me, a mere human being. To wish I were in that position many years ago is perhaps one of the greatest tributes I can give them. To pore over sporting almanacs, articles and read about their invincibility and to afford my admiration would probably be good enough eventhough these people would not have an inkling that from this Third-World, struggling athletic nation, a great admirer lives to revere their sporting glories yesterday until the present....

Deliciousness at the French.....

This is Fernando Verdasco, Spanish tennis delicioso, who is in the fourth round of the ongoing 2008 French Open Tennis in Paris, France...

Let us all pray he goes on to win more rounds so I have eye candy running all over my TV before he eventually loses out to a Nadal or a Federer LOL

Don't cream yourself girlssssssssss.....

(Oh well as of update time Rafael Nadal just blasted FV out of the French so we have to say goodbye to my Spanish senyorito...I hope to see him in more TV coverage of tennis tournaments though hehehehe :) )

(P.S all my thanks to http://www.menstennisforums.com/ and http://verdasco-online.tommyrobredo.net/gallery/index.php for all the photosss!!!)

butchery products

I saw a program in National Geographic which deeply disturbed me. The segment centered around organ transplantation. This is the process whereby body parts of vital importance towards many human functions are donated to people who need those parts, primarily people whose human organs have become badly damaged due to personal lifestyle or from a compendium of health problems. This in itself seems to be innocent and even quite beneficial towards the propagation and continuum of human life.

What is immensely baffling is the circumstance surrounding these processes. There was one example during the program where an American guy flew to Shanghai, China because he felt the chances he had for finding a new liver there was higher and faster considering he was on a very long waiting list if he had to stay in the United States for an organ donation. In only a span of two weeks he underwent the surgery to acquire the new body part and after several days or a week or so, he was ready to go back to the States, recovering from a successful operation.

This in itself sounds like a medical miracle or a personal success story for any individual at end's wit over the health of his body. But the program takes on an interesting perspective. The doctors based in the States began to ask if there was something the hospitals in China had an advantage at compared to the medical institutions in the States because of the speed with which the patient was able to acquire a healthy organ at so fast a time. The chilling answer to the story was given by a faceless man. He was once a doctor who worked in China but has since emigrated to a European country. Faceless because the man refused to be photographed, or videoed and in addition to that he wore a mask all throughout the interview. His account was terrifying. Because China executed thousands of political prisoners as well as many convicts who crossed the line of the law each year, the government began to find a way to harvest the healthy organs of these individuals in a lucrative trade that will eventually benefit the national treasury. Nurses, doctors, whole medical teams waited on standby during an execution session in some nameless Chinese state. The man said that neither the prisoners nor their relatives had given consent to their body parts being reused on other ailing human beings. This was a breach of human rights in titanic proportions. No wonder, the man is not practicing medicine anymore, lives like a hermit for fear of exposure and retaliation, and has nightmares about the heinous acts he has taken part in. His last message was he was a man of medicine and was supposed to save lives. He could not fathom why he was helping in the butchery of human beings.

We both know the common rule of business. Supply SHOULD increase proportionally with demand. Because more and more people are at one point or another in their lives needing medical aid through the use of body part transplants, then the medical world is scurrying to feed this need mostly because of the lucrative nature of these transactions. People will pay a huge sum to save the lives of the people they love but shouldn't there be a consideration to the ones who are on the other end of the spectrum? The donors, especially the unsuspecting ones? Those who are the victims of this illegal trade, those who do not have a choice? The illegality of how many of these human butcher products are procured makes the whole phenomena inhuman, monstrous and very immoral.

The only thing I can say about this is monitoring of the strictest and highest order has to be done. Due process has to take place before an organ is sold and donated. Individuals at the highest echelon with enough influence and punch as well as people in the lower rung of the ladder should set aside their own selfish motivations to do what they can to aid this fight. This is a fight to give due respect and reverence to the human body from birth until its demise. Given our own choices, we, even down to our graves, deserve the peace literally we have so owed ourselves for a long time. Our destination is six feet under the face of the earth not some horrible bunsen burner or test tube in a clinical facility to be inserted into an individual we did not choose to share a part of our bodies to...

half of both worlds...

Since we have dabbled in the world of fantasy-reality in my previous entry why not immerse ourselves for a while there? It doesn't hurt to be a child sometimes and throughout my childhood until now, mermaids have been a fixture of my imagination for a long time. These entities are half of the marine world and half of the human world as obviously exhibited by their bodies. I do not know if they are necessarily the best of both worlds! I have no idea TOO if real images of these mythical creatures exist. BUT I don't want to ask the cliche queries of "Do they or don't they exist?"

Personally I want them to exist. It would be a gigantic slap to all the known biological transcripts and studies if such an organism is found and examined. Imagine how it would baffle scientists and experts a like. It would define logic and observation because the scientific world WILL not accept ambiguity. (Although it has embraced the PLATYPUS...go GOOGLE!! LOL) Science wants to be able to explain everything in the realm of physical phenomena and for such a creature to exist it would destroy all concepts biology has built around itself as well perhaps the neighboring sciences of human anatomy and many more! Haha! It would cause such a riot throughout the world, the tangible existence of such a maleficient creature.

The appearance of a living, moving, breathing mermaid would also stir religious issues for sure. Religion respects divinities so much that they are thought of as invisible, unreachable, and out-of-touch. Symbolism would dictate that the mermaid represents many things. The merging of science, fantasy and biological reality is not something the religious sector can take because the human being is the center of all religion. Ambiguities represent the otherworldly, the ethereal heavenly and unseen beings and perhaps the entities we so worship. For a divine creature to appear as a biological specimen will destroy all concepts of religion!

The question I am more curious to ask myself and other people is, "Why do they and have they existed in the annals of men's imagination for eons?" Man's hypnosis to these unusual creatures is perhaps best explained by the fact that we enjoy and embrace fantasy and imaginary worlds when we can! When given the chance, we immerse ourselves in them when the occasion allows us to because there is a little being in us that wants to defy idealism! Because reality is sometimes a little too harsh to deal with and yes admittedly TOO ORDINARY, we want to say, "yes they exist, and we will continue to hunt them down as long as we can!" But don't our subconscious actually REALLY say,"I hope I never find such a creature because it will be the demise of the fantasy and the status of the mermaid in our powerful minds!" We want the mermaid to elude our hands perhaps even forever because we do not want her to go down her pedestal as one of the greatest fixtures of the imaginary part of our existences! She is goddess, icon, and everything that represents beauty, grace, enchantment and even a bit of evil and we do not want her to lose her attributes by becoming just mere biological specimen...

Ha! Now that is a thought! Isn't it?

(note: Thank you to www.epilogue.net/.../art/view.pl?id=59480 for the beautiful and non-typical depiction of the mermaid)

love affair with the unknown

For as long as i can remember my fascination with the andromorphous, the arcane and indefinable forms of animal life has been very strong and unwavering. When I held a classmate's book of mysteries of the unknown which devoted a couple of pages about unknown and unidentified animalia I was hooked! I guess the more antediluvian their origins the better! The more they deviate from the annals of known animal almanacs, the better for my imagination. It is perhaps their elusiveness, the rarity with which they have been captured for the world to see and perhaps also the possibility that none of them may really exist except only in our creative and curious minds that make them hypnotic!

You may include the coelacanth which is perhaps one of the oldest living fossils in the world, the legendary Loch Ness Monster, sea snakes of massive proportions, giant squids among many others on my most loved creature lists...Most of them are somewhat reptilian by nature owing perhaps to my deep love for anything scaled and lizard-like.

I have scoured hundreds of books, articles and magazines about them and now that one of the most revolutionary sources of research called the internet is right in front of our own faces now, I have pillaged websites to read about my favorite creatures. Some of the resources are plain crap and it's very interesting and noteworthy that there are websites which are critical of them while there are some which have a positive passion towards them. Well anyway for Chrissakes why would someone build a website to disparage something, right? It defeats the purpose of your dedication towards the creation of the site! Of course I'm always for these sorts of people who built the websites as altars to the creature of their dreams.

I can perhaps say that my awe towards them is not singular by nature. I know that a lot of people share this passion of fascination towards them but among the many things I could indulge in I somehow find the time to glance at any sort of material pertaining to them. Pictures are an addiction. A single picture can speak volumes for me and I am constantly on the prowl for images. It's only understandable I guess considering that photographic evidence is pivotal in instigating and anchoring people's beliefs as well as increasing the reliability of the existence of the creature!

One of my biggest dream will be to see with my own eyes any of the creatures that have made my skin crawl or flamed my imagination. I can somehow say that that would be quite the birthday gift! I guess that the fuel to this seemingly eternal hypnotism towards them is the fact that I have yet to fulfill that dream. Ohhh how I wish I could somehow beheld a coelacanth in an obscure zoo here in Cebu! Or genuine photos of the Loch Ness monster are enough for me considering I don't really have plans to fly all the way to Scotland for the insanity but who knows, right? Maybe they are just a click of the camera away, or maybe the unknown depths of the Philippine forests and marine environs hold an entity of great mystery which will add more fodder to my ever-hungry mind?

We love MOMMA KYLIE!!!

Thank you Perez Hilton for making the world hear this song!!!

Now I'm addicted too...............

Click Twice on the Youtube video to listen

dream dress....

This frothy, filmy, light-as-silk, ethereal, gossamer-esque, sublimilicious floor length dress is the most beautiful thing I have ever beheld....

Thank you style.com and thank you to the designers of Rodarte....for giving me my dream dress....whether I get to wear something like that or not I do not mind putting it in the pedestal of my dreams....

handsum handsum handsum handsum....

For the longest time I have loved Aidan Quinn's looks but I still have to explore his acting prowess eventhough he has been around for a long time...I only ever saw him in "The Assignment" and he was impressive in that movie but I would like to reserve my canonical praises until I watch many of his movies - the whole nine yards is possible...

That's not really an insurmountable problem as he has made many films and there should be a DVD or VHS tape lying around with his spectacular portrayals of a range of characters...

I love his eyes...he kinda has beautiful wide eyes like my husband's and I do know they share some characteristics in terms of origin etc....

Thank you http://www.movies.yahoo.com/ and http://members.tripod.com/~Rikkie_G/aidan.htm for the photos!!!

Vomit...

Miss Blair recently thanked me for putting her on my blog because it only increased her fuglularity.

Now she has MORE MEN watching her cheapalicious webcam AND wanking over her slurpiliciously naked body (SANS THE FACE LOL) and her misshapen phallushhhhh...and the DOLLARS are POURING into her Third World Bank Account...so she is HAPPY...

Thank God my altar has finally DONE you GOOD MISS BlAIR!!!

You're also welcome to send more photos...the VOMITTIER the Better hahahaha

HOWEVAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR please MISS BLAIR...we HOPE you DO NOT MISUSE YOUR WANKER FUNDS to FUNNEL onto your DR*G ADDIC*&ON VICE!!!!!!!!

a reliable source tells us you are deep into sniff sniff sniff tsk tsk tsk...bad bad bad LOL

now let's increase your FAME-ishness more by posting more PHOTOS....to feed the ACCOUNT...

HEY you look like Snow White's STEPmomma...tsk tsk tsk...

you DID not TELL me you were part of the WITCH PROGENY huh? hahahahahahhaa

if not in this lifetime....

Sometimes don't you feel as if the world is too big you are inevitably bound to never meet a huge number of people in a single lifetime? Yet when you see someone on the street, in the train, in a brasserie, or on a river cruise you feel as if you have known that person for the longest time and if you are not destined to meet tomorrow, next week, next year or in the next ten years, you feel such a magnetism almost to the point where you feel you will most likely meet in the next lifetime? These are the polar extremes of the idea of interpersonal connection in my thought processes. While I understand the vastness and size of the world, so have I accepted the reality that the few people I experienced no matter how brief the moment, irregardless of how nano-secondish the encounter, if I do feel a certain cohesion of thoughts, even an interlocking of mere senses, I CAN embrace and nurture this bond and maintain that hope that someday in our tremblingly rapid future I will encounter that person again.

I have always felt that way when I encounter someone interesting or remotely bewitching to my senses. I may not have exchanged a breath, a word with the person but I feel that if we had known each other we might have been what? tennis clubsters? classmates? best friends? lovers? confidantes? It's a rather uncanny characteristic but something which I have possessed for the longest time now. I can somehow sense the connection or the possibility of it or yes for the sake of balance, the LACK of it. This is such an amazing part of me which sometimes does me no good. The simple reason is the person on the other side might choose to ignore the intensity of my reaching out. They might regard me as just another foolish oaf who is too sentimental and too idealistic to ever be seen as a normal thinking being. You know...that kind of dismissiveness which eats away at your enthusiasm and probably discourages you from pursuing what was there....

The most beautiful part about this certain quality I possess is at least if the response is present and if the bond is also recognized, I am almost most likely to dive in with all skill, motivations effort and time towards enriching the synergy (thank you george!). Believe me many times this has overwhelmed the person on the other side of the coin but many times they have met it with such positivity that it's just encouraged me to maintain this unique characteristic.

I know we may never meet in this life, we live in a monstrously immense Aquarium where we may never see the other side of the glass. But think about it! If we do meet and encounter each other by chance, wouldn't you be at least curious of the endless permutations our connection could end up? If I do not meet you in this lifetime and consequently we do not become anything special, perhaps the next will bring about a more intimate encounter? Oh to talk about another lifetime entails another blog entry hehe.....

(PS thank you to this site www.fishandaquaria.com/aquarium/ for your beautiful photos)

Addicted Addicted Addicted.....

to this song...to this song...to this song!!!

Turn on the volume of your speakers and let this wash over you!!!!

double click double click quick quick!!!

Queen Mariah!!!

Her 17th number one and she is just three hits away from tying the Beatles' record of 20 number one hits!!!!

Love this love this love this love this..