It’s a mixture of CNN updates, Star Sports Channel, the movie Gladiator and TV reality shows Survivor and Project Runway all rolled into one magnificent novel. Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins (the book two of The Hunger Games) surpassed all my expectations. It’s as greatly entertaining as the first book.
The novel has tons of twists and turns leaving me guessing at every flip of a page. New characters are compelling while old characters are developed in satisfying ways. I can’t wait for the third book of this awesome series. The tension in the story is thick, the action is full-packed and will guarantee every reader’s heart will pound as they once again thrown into the world of these colorful personalities.
I have nothing but good things to say about the book. It’s just that when I reached the last page I was craving for more. It left me literally cursing after reading the final chapter because I don’t have the third and final book yet.
Let me publicly announce my new year’s resolution. That is to defy gravity.
Health wise, I am no longer part of the young populace. Months from now I would belong to the league of big four and zero. Thus, sagging skin and excess adipose tissues that can easily be pulled down by gravity shall be harder to eliminate. This year, I aim to remain young looking, cling within the limits of my allowable weight and freeze the permissible waist line.
On a serious note, my self-esteem is steaming hot and I consider myself to be a happy person. I intend to remain as one. In terms of gladness and exuberance, I will remain to be like a helium that carries a rubber balloon that defies the pull of gravity flying into the horizon. In addition, I shall consider it my duty to shine the light of understanding on a person’s dumbass life.
Living an adult life can be harsh. It’s complicated. It’s hard-nosed. It’s responsibility driven. Some narrow-minded people can be like a gravitational force who would love to pull others down just to get ahead. A few can be a wolf in a sheep’s clothing who enjoy seeing others suffer. This year, I will try my best not to be a victim. In the best of my dazzling powers and charming abilities, I will never let these rotten herds pull me down. I will do what I think will be the best for me that will make my life even worth living. I may no longer be young but my instict tells me there’s a lot that has yet to be done. I will do all these by remaining my two young-looking feet on the ground.
Here’s a befitting song that best describes my new year’s resolution…
Something has changed within me, something is not the same
I’m through with playing by the rules of someone else’s game
Too late for second-guessing, too late to go back to sleep
It’s time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap!
It’s time to try defying gravity
I think I’ll try defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye, I am defying gravity
And you wont bring me down!
I’m through accepting limits ’cause someone says they’re so
Some things I cannot change but till I try, I’ll never know!
Too long I’ve been afraid of losing love I guess I’ve lost
Well, if that’s love it comes at much too high a cost!
I’d sooner buy defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye I’m defying gravity
I think I’ll try defying gravity
And you won’t bring me down!
I’d sooner buy defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye, I’m defying gravity
I think I’ll try defying gravity
And you bring me down!
Bring me down! ohh ohhh ohhhh!
Today is the last day of the year. Hours from now everyone is required to be happy. Mind you, nothing is as vein-popping stressful as being required to be happy. That is why the rate of domestic violence, suicide and depression escalates during the holidays. If you think that those dumbass people who were burned or blasted by fire crackers were accidental, think again, for they may be suffering from depression. Thus, lighting a fire cracker is actually their way of unconsciously yet ineffective way of finishing off their bleak atoricious feeling during the holidays.
Today is the last day of the year. I promised myself to clean and clear all the clutter in my house. One of the scraps is a leftover Christmas wrapping paper. Wrapping paper destroys forests. Just imagine the vast quantities of paper required to wrap all Christmas gifts around the world. It could be as vast as the forests in the Philippines – that is if there are still forest left in this country. I decided to keep the leftover wrapping paper and use it next year.
Today is the last day of the year. At exactly twelve midnight I will have the opportunity to practice my annual primal scream therapy. This is the only time that I can scream my lungs out without disturbing the neighbors. Screaming is good! My screech and howl during this time of the year can truly scare away all the crappy bad spirits lurking around my demented nonsensical world.
Today is the last day of the year. I wont be surprised if Nengkoy and Aunt Iya will be wearing their annual polka dotted “dusters” for goodluck when they welcome the exciting new year…
Brilliant is an adjective I seldom use. And this is the adjective that would be most appropriate for the non-stop action novel written by Suzanne Collins entitled The Hunger Games. The book is a thrilling adventure that ensures the reader to be captivated the whole way through. The story contains the perfect amount of riveting suspense, page-turner action and exciting adventure.
The book sucked me in and it is impossible to put down. No doubt this is the best book I read this year. If you decide to read the book, the only thing left to say is: Welcome to The Hunger Games!!!
Christmas Eve in Nengkoy’s house has been a yearly side-splitting event. I bet we are the noisiest and most uproarious family in the whole of Pasay every Christmas Eve. Annually, it is the time when all of my monster nieces and nephews converge to play hilarious parlor games as organized by my youngest sibling (Joie) and my eldest nephew (Denden).
If last year everybody is wearing hilarious colorful hats, this year, its color-coded shirts with their names printed on. All my nieces are wearing red. All my nephews are wearing blue. While me, Nengkoy (who later changed into a shirt bearing “Mommy Bruha” – my gift to her) and my siblings are in yellow. Of course with our surname printed at the back of the shirt. We were like a big contingent who would represent the country in the “most riotous family of the world”. Which I believe we would easily win!
I wont enumerate the funny moments of 2009 Christmas Eve celebration in Nengkoy’s residence. But one funny yet sweet moment was when during one of the games, Nengkoy competed against Bea, the youngest niece in the family.
Ang saya! Ala una y medya ng hapon na ako nagising ng Dec 25. Yiheee!!!
After having been to Vietnam, I was no longer surprised when I watched and learned that there is no Vietnamese representative/contestant in the first Asian edition of The Biggest Looser, a TV reality show featured in AXN channel.
Vietnam is vegetable-infested. Almost all the meals we consumed during our stay in Vietnam contained huge amounts of vegetables. It could be an ingredient in the main dish, the salad, the sidings or merely humungous beddings to stylize a dish presentation. It was even served during breakfast! It feels like eating a forest! After mass consumption of Vietnamese dishes these greens would vine out of my nostrils.
During our 3-day stay in Vietnam, never did I saw a single soul with fat obese body. The tour guide commissioned to bring us to the outskirts of Saigon (particularly in Cu Chi Viet Cong Camp and Cao Dai Temple in Tay Ninh) explained that this is because their food is mainly composed of products from the botanical kingdom. He even informed us that there has yet to have a McDonalds chain in their country.
I adore Vietnam and I have nothing against those herbaceous plants, but I personally prefer eating slaughtered animals. My taste buds prefer those zoological vein blocking fats and cholesterol. One advantage though (as observed by Karengkeng) of eating these veggies during our Vietnam adventure was that our poop for those days were less stinky.
Now I know how it feels to be a multi-millionaire even if it is was only for three short days. This is what happened to me and my friend (Karen) when we spent the long weekend last week in Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam.
Prior to going out of Tan Son Nhat International Airport and while hauling our suitcases, we searched for a money changer to exchange our pocket moneys to Dong currency. Upon receiving all the paper bills released to us by the counter attendant we did realized that we suddenly became multi-millionaires.
I was elated and my lips reached from ear to ear when smiling while counting all the milllions in my hand. Me and Karen were actually declaring out loud that we were instant millionaires in Vietnam. With feelings of sudden paranoia and elaborate confusion, we couldn’t believe all the zeros indicated on the paper bills in our hands. We could not wait to reach our hotel for we wanted to take photos of the multitude of cash that we have.
Prior to hitching a cab to bring us to our hotel, we decided to take a nicotine break. While wasting away our lungs, we were approached by an airport taxi driver offering us his service to drive us to our hotel. My malignantly bloating happiness suddenly halted when the driver told us that the 20-minute taxi ride is worth 100,000 Vietnam Dong.
By the way, 1 Pinoy Peso is equivalent to 400 Vietnamese Dong.
Hwag ng e-epal. Basta milyonaryo ako nung huling wik-end.
This is to thank the people who greeted me happy birthday. Rest assured that I will remain yummy and delicious in the coming years. Your greetings has truly added warmth and smile in my overwhelming fountain of gladness. Thanks to (in no particular order)…
Gie Abainza; Robert Megino; Beth Teodoro; Monchito Roco; Melo Balingit; Karen Teotico; Kuki Catindig; Chef Onil Pitogo; Red Juacalla; Kuya Wreigh Langit; Christian Concepcion; Ate Gaying Clamor; Erika Langit; Migs, Gabs and Neneng Langit; Denden Langit; Frankie De Vera; Baby Angeles; Leo Balasanos; Eugene Billones; Nette Capiral; Sheridan Sia; Joy Reyes-Dela Cruz; Marlon Tobias; Jerry Avena; Marc Vincent “Jessie” Aurelian; Karen Batangan-Elumba; Vernon Bernarte; Ma. Grace Linsangan- Villadolid; Armin David; Jade Dinglasan, Jerome Rivera; Suzette Cuerpo; Thatcher Nagamatsu Langit; Jocelyn Romasanta; Chanky Tiangco; Pao Anas; Michelle Martinez; Bitoy Dionzon; Anna Victoria; Sharon Antoinette Ignacio; Rose David-Cosico; Avic Langit; Charles Chan; Merle Dela Pena; Mlou Domingo; Joesel Javier; Kate Langit; Denton Torio; Carlo Concepcion; Vanessa Tirazona-Munsayac; Marie Dela Victoria; Tet Aguila Rustria; Abe Trinoma staff and officers; Lito Lacerna.
This morning I went inside a convenience store and bought a large bottle of drinking water, a tube of cool mint candy, a single pouch of green tea and a pack of yosi. After paying the cashier, I refused to have my items be placed inside a small plastic bag which would later be dumped in a trash bin that will consequently add up to the immense plastic garbage of the planet. This thought may not be a big deal but for me this is a small yet positive contribution in saving Mother Earth.
Congruent to this incomplex environmental thought is the song that I have been singing and humming the whole morning today. It is the song entitled Big Yellow Taxi sang by Joni Mitchell and popularized by Counting Crows a couple of years ago. This amazing song is as old as I am and yet this piece of music has environmental message that is definitely applicable in today’s time. It’s raw, sublime, timeless and exceptionally cool.
Watch and listen…
Or you want to watch and listen to the version of Counting Crows…
Though I have nothing to say, I was able to conceive a statement that is composed of five words that is composed of five words with a total of seventeen letters and one punctuation mark. Count it!
The mere fact that I have nothing to say actually enabled me to say something. It’s amusing but essentially pointless. This inane and immaterial statement makes perfect sense in my whimsical world because for me, there’s a point in being pointless.
I’m pointless because my brain is shut off and there’s zilch amount of information juices coming out from it. Thus expecting for an idea out from this writing is simply futile. Or is it really shut off? Because if it is then I won’t be able to think and conclude that I am thinking of nothing and that I have nothing to say. It’s like the crazy idea that saying nothing is actually saying something.
I don’t give a fart if you think that this writing is ridiculous and I’m turning nuts and bonkers. Then again, you’re reading this, so you’re probably crazier that I am.
It’s a mixture of CNN updates, Star Sports Channel, the movie Gladiator and TV reality shows Survivor and Project Runway all rolled into one magnificent novel. Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins (the book two of The Hunger Games) surpassed all my expectations. It’s as greatly entertaining as the first book.
Nengkoy 
