Posted by: theboyfromsmallville | February 7, 2010

Death of a blog

AFTER going through a rigodon of ideas, drafts, photos, drafts, ideas, drafts, photos, ideas, you get the picture–I decided there was one thing wrong with this blog.

I’d outgrown it.

People die, buildings burn ang blogs aren’t like true love. They don’t live forever. It’s a sad realization. For people like me, a blog is the only forum to voice an opinion, tell a story and reflect on a favorite memory. But everything evolves. And this blog isn’t an exception.

But some evolutions need to be triggered by something drastic. So if there are any of you still out there, join me in a minute of silence as we watch a blog bleed to death and reinvent itself to better fit the fast-changing online world.


Okay. This blog is officially an archive.

Now, hurry over to See ya!

Posted by: theboyfromsmallville | October 16, 2009

Blog, interrupted

WHEN PEOPLE remember blog posts you’ve written ages ago, it only means three things: One, you haven’t written anything worth reading since ages ago; two, you haven’t been updating lately, forcing people to rummage through your archives; or three, both.

I figure I land squarely on No. 3.

I’ve been busy, sorry.

Whether it’s snapping pictures while wading in waist-deep floodwaters unaware that what I was seeing was an infinitesimal and insignificant part of the chokehold that Ondoy put on the country with its icy, watery grip; watching a ring icon during his beastly Baguio workouts; or taking time out to watch Smart Gilas reduce Powerade to shreds, something would crop up to take me away from blogging.

And here’s where I insert the requisite, self-pitying, blog-popular comment bait: Not that you noticed anyway.

But yeah, seriously. Busy. So busy that I forgot to greet everyone a Happy Rest-of-your-life day. So, Smallville, belated Happy Rest-of-your-life day. I’m reserving a separate post for that holiday.

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Posted by: theboyfromsmallville | September 9, 2009

GO UST! (Bastardizing movie lines for an important pep talk)

It all comes down to today.

 It’s either we heal as a team or we’re gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play. Until we’re finished. We’re in hell right now, Tigers. Believe me. And, we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light.

Today, you find out life’s this game of inches, so is basketball. Because in either game–life or basketball–the margin for error is so small. One half a step too late or too early and you don’t quite make it. One half second too slow, too fast and you don’t quite make it.

 The inches we need are everywhere around us. They’re in every break of the game, every minute, every second.

 Tigers fight for that inch. Tigers tear themselves and everyone else around them to pieces for that inch. Tigers claw for that inch. Because we know when you add up all those inches, that’s gonna make the fucking difference between winning and losing.

 So go out there and face those Eagles. And you make sure they remember, forever, the day they played the Tigers!


Posted by: theboyfromsmallville | August 21, 2009

‘I will not miss your condescending bullshit’

According to the site where this letter was posted, this is supposedly a true story. An actual person wrote this actual letter and sent it to  Proctor and Gamble.

I won’t claim to have a full understanding of the woman mind,  but this  somehow sheds light on one of the greatest mysteries of the universe. According to the site this was nicked from, the letter supposedly won PC Magazine’s 2007 editors’ choice for best webmail-award-winning letter.

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Posted by: theboyfromsmallville | July 1, 2009

New Transformers movie is Nowitzkirrific

I’m going to go against the grain on this one.

The new Transformers movie, the one they call Revenge of the Fallen? Loved it.

Just about every writer that I respect and every blog that I bother to read bashed the movie until it was reduced to a heap of scrap metal. While I normally nod in agreement at every argument these writers and bloggers make, I will make an exception this time around.

Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, Michael Bay’s latest grand-scale Hasbro commercial, is not just a good movie.

It’s a great movie. Four-stars-out-of-five great. Eight-in-a-scale-of-10 great.

And I don’t say that as a popcorn flick fan who gives the thumbs up at every movie that stretches endlessly and fills in the gaps between dialogues with exploding robots that transform into cars and airplanes. I say it as a serious movie buff who thinks Anthony Hopkins delivered a spectacularly disturbing performance as a flesh-munching psycho in Silence of the Lambs.

Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen is Dirk Nowitzki great.

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Posted by: theboyfromsmallville | June 10, 2009

Will you still meet me in mornings for coffee?

(After having read this grief-laden link posted on this guy’s Facebook account)

Dear reader,

After all the special moments we had shared, I fear you are now close to completely forgetting me. Allow me to reintroduce myself.

I am the guy you waited for every morning to share coffee with. I’m also the same insignificant ass who spent the night before thinking you’d keep on waiting, as long as I keep coming up with those witty one-liners to intro how your favorite team creamed an opponent.

You must remember me. You once suffered how I’d spend the night slobbering with saliva and beer foam while launching into some pompous speech of self-importance, unmindful of the possibility that I’d be late for our breakfast rendezvous. I was cocky. I thought you’d wait anyway. That all I had to do was mindlessly hammer fingers on laptop keyboards and you’d rush to the newsstand early in the morning to take me home for breakfast.

I do not know when I started noticing that all there was left of these mornings were a cup of cold coffee and an empty table.

Truth is, I didn’t care at first.

You’d come back. I was sure.

I was wrong.

And heck, I miss you.

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Posted by: theboyfromsmallville | March 31, 2009

Chip shot (or, Why Mr. Tsao isn’t actually a Racist)

(Thanks to Gerry, for the heads up)

Deconstructing Chip Tsao
By Francis T. J. Ochoa

SEE, here’s what you don’t get. Chip Tsao was simply writing a satire on the Spratly Islands controversy. Chip Tsao was trying to be funny. Chip Tsao, apparently, was simply unaware that Filipinos don’t normally find racist jokes funny especially if they are about old buildings that smell like cockroaches or questionable medical degrees.

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Posted by: theboyfromsmallville | March 13, 2009

A farewell to remember (updated)

Bittersweet moments are made of these.


Fittingly, for a band whose songs’ lyrics make it open season for armchair metaphor-hunters, the Eraserheads: The Final Set was one big irony crammed into a three-hour celebration.

Take the four members of the band. Individually, they may turn heads or draw here-and-then shrieks of recognition. Put them together—Ely Buendia, Raimund Marasigan, Buddy Zabala and surfer dude Marcus Adoro—and all they have to do is say jump and the SM Mall of Asia’s reclaimed foundations receive a severe test from a hundred thousand pairs of stomping feet.

And then the ultimate irony. The four, who had previously taken separate career paths after a sudden and suddenly messy divorce several years ago, took the stage one last time to say goodbye.

That was what the Final Set was, after all. A chance for the Eraserheads to give its loyal following a formal and final farewell.

 “Ito na talaga ang huling El Bimbo,” frontman Buendia yelled during what was supposed to be the final song in encore.

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Posted by: theboyfromsmallville | March 1, 2009

How cool is that?

If there are still doubts that Barack Obama’s the coolest president ever, they were crushed at the Verizon Center recently, where the US chief executive took time out to watch a Bulls-Wizards game.

Too bad, though, the Bulls didn’t give their No. 1 fan a reason to stand from his seat and do some crazy fist-pumpin’. The Wizards horribly messed up Obama’s home team.

But apart from not being able to cheer himself hoarse, President Obama was just like any ordinary fan…

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Posted by: theboyfromsmallville | February 14, 2009

Baguio, randomly

(I’m freeing this post from my drafts, where it had been consigned to for quite some time now)


I remember you from when we were kids. Being from where I came from, you seemed so strange; you with the breath so cool, but with no trace of mint. Only the strong scent of  pine trees and clouds.

Strangely, now that we’re both grown-ups, you’ve become even more vague in your unfamiliarity.  Being with you again makes me wonder: Does the cold come from the clouds that embrace you or from your shoulders?

I remember you from when we were kids. Why couldn’t you have stayed that way?

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