cheesy cliche of the day

it's better to have loved and lost than never to haved loved at all.

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sana maganda ang panahon sa sabado.Ü

leaning into the afternoons

leaning into the afternoons,
i cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes.

there, in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames;
its arms turning like a drowning man's.

i send out red signals across your absent eyes
that wave like the sea, or the beach by a lighthouse.

you keep only darkness my distant female;
from your regard sometimes, the coast of dread emerges.

leaning into the afternoons,
i fling my sad nets to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.

the birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when i love you.

the night, gallops on its shadowy mare
shedding blue tassels over the land.

pablo neruda

chismax ever

habang ka eye to eye ng mudra nyo kagabi ang tv patrol nabangit ng fafable na si julius ang pangalan ni joshua trocino sa isa sa mga na-julie andrews ng mga may pulis pulis sa ilalim ng tulay na mga frating gutom ng sj at sigmaro na taga la salle na nagjumbagan at nagtsaka kahn. naloka ang beauty ng lola nyo kasi wit alam ako na latest chika sa kanya at wit ko ma-know kung sya nga yun.

just wondering

hmm... just found out that i'll be handling work supposed for two people. i have my doubts if i could although only minute.

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have youe ever thought how many times a day a taxi driver encounters a passenger that would like to "follow that car"?

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wouldn't it be better if people who use the escalators in makati would only occupy either the left or right side of the escalator leaving the other side free for other people in a hurry to scamper faster so that they wouldn't be behind slowpokes?

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malamang naranasan mo na ang malipasan ng gutom. e malipasan ng antok?

kwentong kwarenta y kwatro

lagi ko siyang kasabay sa fx tuwing umaga. dahil sa kanyang ganda, 'di ko na napigilan ang aking sarili upang magpakilala sa kanya.

cheska.

isang tapik ang gumising sa akin.

"dito ka rin baba, 'di ba," ang sabi ni "cheska" habang pababa sa fx.

email

-----Original Message-----
From: Philamins, Makati
Sent: Thursday, September 23, 2004 3:38 PM
To: Xxvxxx, Xvx
Subject: Pa-forward naman po...


xvx,

magandang hapon.

kung maari ay paki-forward po lahat (para makasigurado) ng files ko sa folder na matatagpuan sa directory na ito :

D:\xvx's documents\cresta reports\aug 2004\final
kulang po kasi ang na-i-forward kong mga files kaninang tanghali.

pasensya na sa abala. maraming salamat po.

J A m ™

-----Original Message-----
From: Xxvxxx, Xvx
Sent: Thursday, September 23, 2004 3:46 PM
To: Philamins, Makati
Subject: CRESTA Files ( For Jam)

Napaka-pormal mo naman. Patawad di na kita naturuan. Sana'y naasikaso ka naman ni Xxxxxx. Kumusta naman? Palagay mo masisiyahan ka sa ginagawa mo?

Eto na po ang kahilingan mo.

<< File: SMART ACCNTS TOTALS (Q3as of July 41 2004).xls >> << File: SMART ACCNTS TOTALS (Q3as of July 41 2004)2.xls >> << File: SMART Totals as of July 2004.xls >> << File: Breakdown of Other Properties Values for Smart Communications as of July 31 2004 .xls >> << File: PHILS EQ 3Q (as of 31 Aug 2004).xls >> << File: PHILS EQ 3Q (as of 31 Aug 2004)2.xls >> << File: PHILS TYP 3Q (as of 31 Aug 2004).xls >> << File: SMART ACCNTS (by zone Q3 as of July 31 2004).xls >>

x xvx x

-----Original Message-----
From: Philamins, Makati
Sent: Thursday, September 23, 2004 3:56 PM
To: Xxvxxx, Xvx
Subject: RE: CRESTA Files ( For Jam)

maraming salamat sa iyong napakabilis na tugon.

patawad? 'di na ako nagulat at 'di mo na ako naturuan dahil naabisuhan na ako ni xxxx.

nakukuha ko naman ang mga itinuturo ni binibining xxxxxx, sa awa ng diyos.

okey naman ako. kaso lang pati sa panaginip nakaharap ako sa computer na nag-e-excel ng report.

hindi ko pa masabi kung tunay nga akong maliligayahan sa gagawin ko. masyado pang maaga para magbilang ng sisiw.

J A m ™

-----Original Message-----
From: Xxvxxx, Xvx
Sent: Thursday, September 23, 2004 4:00 PM
To: Philamins, Makati
Subject: RE: CRESTA Files ( For Jam)

walang anuman po.
at ano naman ang pinagsasabi ng xxxx na iyan? BI kamo sya. pati ikaw iniimpluwensyahan.

di mo ba nais na nasa harap ka ng computer maghapon? kasi yan ang gagawin mo buong buhay mo. hahaha. pag may problema ka, sabihin mo lang.

x xvx x

-----Original Message-----
From: Philamins, Makati
Sent: Thursday, September 23, 2004 4:09 PM
To: Xxvxxx, Xvx
Subject: RE: CRESTA Files ( For Jam)

hindi naman po ako nagpapadala sa mga sabi-sabi ng mga tao. yun nga lang mukhang may bahid ng katotohanan ang mga nabangit ni xxxx sa akin.

ayos lang naman sa akin na nakaharap sa computer ng buong maghapon (kung naglalaro. hehe.) buong buhay ko? kaya ba ayaw mo na dun? o baka naman gusto mo lang humarap sa computer ng buong araw sa ibang lugar...Ü

anong klaseng problema? problema sa pera?

-----Original Message-----
From: Xxvxxx, Xvx
Sent: Thursday, September 23, 2004 4:38 PM
To: Philamins, Makati
Subject: RE: CRESTA Files ( For Jam)

wag kang nagpapaniwala dyan kay xxxx. mukha lang mabait yan pero di mapagkakatiwalaan. hehehe.
masaya ako sa trabaho ko sa itaas kaso may mas luntiang damo sa ibang lugar. secret muna.
bawal problema sa pera. haha!

x xvx x


-----Original Message-----
From: Philamins, Makati
Sent: Thursday, September 23, 2004 4:54 PM
To: Xxvxxx, Xvx
Subject: RE: CRESTA Files ( For Jam)

damo? sabi ko na nga ba't tama ang hinala ko. tsk tsk.

ang bawat tao ay may kabaitan, natatago man o sadyang nakalantad. pakiwari ko nama'y isang mabait na tao si xxxx. 'di nga lang ako sigurado sa iba dyan.

ang sikreto mo ay sikreto ko at sikreto ng lahat.

buti nga't wala akong problema sa pera dahil wala naman ako nun.

alas singko na. oras na para umuwi. paalam.

J A m ™

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recycled

my entry for today was lifted from frank's blog because of my lack of material. truly uninspired. eheh.

my after thoughts are italized.

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Monday, September 20, 2004
KOs and Reality
good week for tv: de la hoya got KO-ed; the blue eagles got knocked out; tiger woods and the US team got schooled; survivor started; the amazing race is almost over; the emmys are out; and the lotr keeps playing on hbo; and etc is always entertaining; although, i still miss community cable in LB, its better than any here in manila (kc may techTV :p).

my sister had her oathtaking yesterday (hippocratic) ; she can now officially sign my excuse letters!!!




posted by frank at 3:31 PM

7 Comments:FYI, wala nang TechTV dito..

By Nikki, at 6:05 PM

nyak, wala na rin pala. pero maganda pa rin dyan, mas marami ng channel(na may kwenta), mura pa.

By frank, at 10:30 PM

speaking of eagles and KOs and lb... update na din kita frank:

eagles - 2 upsilon - 0

(2 headshots in a span of 4 days)... di ko gets bakit rumble ang tawag nila dun. 1 upsilon at 15+ na eagles.
tsk tsk

... sinabi ko bang may tubo sila lahat?

also, since na nkapanood na ako ng (lopsided) na rumble, ibig ba sbihin ggraduate na ako? hehe. :)

By mark, at 11:41 PM

sus. nakapanood na rin ako ng lopsided rumble eh.

..o baka naman ga-graduate na rin ako?

By jem, at 11:03 AM

yan ang gusto ko sa lb. laging may action sequence.

By frank, at 11:20 AM

mark, did you get splattered with blood? narinig mo ba kung paano mabale yung yung mga buto ng upsilon? hehe. sayang at 'di ako nakapanood ng rambol nung nasa LB pa ako. sapakan lang sa tapat ni oble yung nakita. tsk tsk.

taena. ang panget ng laban ni de la hoya. parang takot siyang sumapak. pero sabagay malaki naman kasi yung reach advantage and punching power ng kalaban. and talk about being undefeated for the last decade... looks like de la hoya's career is over. time to throw the towel.

buti naman at nanalo yung la salle. sana lang nga mag-champion para may sense ang pagkatalo natin sa kanila. (champion kasi e.) sayang at natalo yung junior team ng up. pero who cares, anyways...

hehe. survivor. papaka-adik na naman sa tv. hmm... mukhang okay si dolly at si eliza a.Ü syempre may john p. din for the ladies.

caught the emmys last night. ang ganda! lalo na yung bit where they bid farewell to great comedy shows. pati nung lumabas na yung presentors ng best reality (reality nga ba?) show. their expressions were priceless. at syempre kahit ayaw ko, na-spoil ako (ng konti) dun sa ending ng friends.

amazing race... go christie! go texas! woot woo! sino kaya ang nanalo dito. buti pa si faye pa-absent-absent na lang para manood ng amazing race.

hmmm... haba ng comment ko a. i-post ko na lang kaya 'to? hehe. ayan pinost ko na. hehe.

By JAm, at 1:24 PM

ok nga yung "reality tv" presentor.

woot??? prang expression ni sacha(yihee! celsus!) sa bliki nya yun ah

By frank, at 4:57 PM

bloody

fifteen thousand eight hundred sixty eight lines done.

got no time to blog. friday, deadline.

five thousand three hundred thirty nine lines to go.

i just hope that it all balances out.

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xds_grrrr...

easier said than done

its hard to cram a days work into four hours.

its even harder when you do it twice a day.

poison

tingin ko masmaganda ka kung naka-contacts ka.

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bakit ganyan yung amoy mo? ang bango...

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mabasa nya kaya? ma-gets nya kaya?

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sana hinde. sana oo.

hindi mo puwedeng ikahaon ang pagod at puyat ko

the present miss red box attendant whisked us way to our reserved room. no miss red box attendant was not faye. although i'd wager that faye could do her job a lot better and would be willing to replace her, that is, if an incentive of a free videoke session every week, or should it be everyday(?), be packaged with her basic salary, plus other benefits.

as one would expect, nobody wanted to be the first to sing. but not surprisingly faye already had a mic on her hand and the remote was on mine. hehe. so i picked a couple of songs that they might like. i can't quite remember when the singing started and what song we sang to. or was it because of the first round of beer was slowly and gently dissipating their inhibitions?

as i was on the floor near the tv thumbing the remote looking for songs that were requested by the would be "songers", a short stabbing pain jolted me at my lower back. i almost forgot the constant excruciating ache at my pelvic area that i was continualy receiving, sometimes numbing my left leg. what a nice way to remind me.

meanwhile the rest of the gang arrived. cherry, kathryn, ivan and three of dj's foreigner friends. there was a total of sixteen people on the room. imagine the ruckus that we were making. they were on their second round of drinks as i was eating every pretzel piece i could get my fingers on. a lot more of drinking (them), eating (me) and singing (us) ensued. then we were told that we could now move to another room, a much larger room in which we were not packed as closely together and with better facilities, a larger tv, a chordless mic and a pool table, while we were singing our hearts out on kalapana's the hurt.

so we transfered to room 11 whence we continued where we left off, singing. i found joy's reaction to some of the chosen bakya songs mildly amusing.

joy : corny. what a corny song. corny song.

she commented that way on a couple of songs but then you'd hear her singing in the background to the very song which she just lambasted. seems like joy is fond of "corny" songs. the singing was great, especially when andrew finally had the chance to sing his requested tune, bohemian rhapsody. of course we sang along with andrew. the song was simply contagious.
indeed, we were stars in our own right that night.

but the night's real star came and conquered and left them yearning for more. ha! mister cuervo, you're such a suave.

lick. shoot. suck. they licked. they shot. they sucked. lickshootsuck. lickshootsuck.

after seeing the condition they were in, rowdier than before with matching flushed faces and gleeful expressions, i thought that they had just the right amount of alcohol in them. tipong sakto na yung tama. but i was a fool to think that they had enough. thus an encore was requested once more from jose.

they then staggerred, swayed and wobbled. their speech was slow, slurred and repetitive. pretty much normal behaviour exhibited by drunks. or the mentally incapable.

there were many and different ways they coped with the effects of liquior on their bodies and their heads. a friend almost instantly fell asleep on the couch and as his girlfriend was waking him up all he could utter was, "tagaytay! tagaytay!". (would you believe that we were supposed to go to tagaytay after our videoke session? syempre 'di na kami natuloy.) another vomitted and passed out. we had to carry her seemingly light but quite heavy body from red box to makati ave. the employees of red box were polite enough to bid us goodbye (and good ridance?) as we were exiting red box. it was already four o'clock in the morning then. all the while my other drunk friend was yammering non-stop.

xxxx : i... i... i... have to go home. and... and... and go to work tomorrow. and... and i think we should go home because i... i... have to work tomorrow.

funny thing is that when we arrived at their apartment and as she was on her bed she still said the same things over and over again. (hoy nandito ka na sa bahay mo. at bukas na ngayon. hehe.)

after downing more than they could handle, i know for a fact (based on experience), that they wouldn't remember half of the things they did or the things that were done to them, with or without their consent. i don't know what is more painful, the splitting headache they would have after they wake up or the embarassment they felt when we made kwento sa kanila kung anong nangyari..

(i had the guilty pleasure of recording a snippet of what happened on a friends camera phone along with some incriminating pictures, labelled the "red box scandal" hehe. [although, i have to say that the "pisay scandal" parts one and two is still better.] i just don't know if the video and pics are still available from the saif phone.)

i think i should end my weekend story here. the end.

(but technically i should still continue because my weekend didn't stopped there. later that day i went to glorietta to watch dodgeball with another set of friends, feeling a little bit tired from the hoopla that happened and sleepy because i only got to sleep for a total of five hours... blahblahblah.... yadayadayada...)

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i wonder what the weekend holds for me...

fifty five fiction

one look was all it took.

and like spring my love for her blossomed. but passion that seemed hotter than summer withered and died with the leaves of fall. alone again with my winter heart.

thus ended my minute expedition, my mental reservation.

i then approached her, ready for the seasons to tear me apart.

slo

hmm... looks like retelling the events that transpired last weekend takes longer than what i've originaly expected.

and i'm not particularly in a writing mood today. sorry folks.

maybe my morning training sessions at pbcom coupled with my afternoon rumble with my monstrous workload is taking its toll on me. i'm exhausted, mentally and physically.

but i know i'll adapt to this setup. eventually.

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will see if i can continue my story tomorrow.

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si-ge.

my lemon lime

where was i? a, o yeah...

meanwhile herbee and albee were at giligan's waiting for a table to free up. after twenty minutes or so of waiting and pestering bonga to check if it was our turn to be seated, herbee fetched us from gerry's to finally have dinner.

on the way to giligan's second floor, someone lightly tapped my arm, (or was it faye?), prompting me to look at the direction of the culprit. one look and i knew that i don't know who he was. it turns out that he thought that i was someone he knew (dennis?). eh. foo!

we seated ourselves quickly and bonga ordered the food. it was already past nine when the dishes arrived. we devoured our way through some delicious grub, crispy pata, sinigang, inihaw na pusit, manok at liempo and fish. for a quite a few minutes only crickets were heard at our table. galit-galit muna! we left giligan's with our bellies full, satisfied at last. salamat bonga!

after a quick stop at the terminal, where herbee and lei rode their respective epeks bound for home, me, bonga, albee and faye were on our way to gb timezone to play some games, obviously, burn some calories along the process and meet up with allen, which we were supposed to catch up with at around ten-ish. it was already half past ten then.

on the way there i saw an old friend, yet again. i often invited this particular friend of mine to eat somewhere, her treat. hehe. and in return she too cajoled me to make libre her. i wasn't able to greet her because there were so many people in between us. i could've voiced her name but i'd wager that she won't hear me because the music from the bar that we were passing would only drown my efforts. so i opted for the next best thing. i sent her a text message. (el cheapo mwah)

note: i've omitted the smileys on the following messages. also, i tried to write it in verbatim but i couldn't. nonetheless the thought of our text conversation remains.

ako : pababa ka na ng escalator no? ng gb?
sya : bakit 'di mo ako tinawag?
ako : ang dami kasing tao e. saan ka pupunta? sino yang ka-date mo?
sya : punta kami ng fort. puno na kasi dyan e. date? wala no. baka ikaw. anong papanoorin nyo?
ako : e sino yung kasama mo? wala akong date. kasama ko yung friends ko. daan kaming timezone tapos videoke mamaya.
sya : i'm with my cousins. videoke? masaya yan. may request ako sa'yo. yung 'ewan' ng apo.
ako : 'di ko alam kung bakit ka ganyan. mahirap kausapin at 'di pa namamansin...
sya : yan nga. wag ka masyadong bibirit.

guess what i played at timezone... yes, i won. but i was quite disappointed with the kind of players there. mostly turtles with fixed custom strings. eheh. also played ddr, basic nga lang. it was hard catching my breath after those three "grueling" stages. goes to show how fit i am.

saturday. {00:01}

time to link up with dj, andrew, allen and the rest of dj's posse at red box. parted with albee and bonga after some hasty goodbyes. made our way to red box and quaintly seated ourselves at the waiting area. and waited. but not that long.

so the rest of the gang arrived swiftly. about five to ten minutes after we contacted them. (they all came from a bar located at gb.) introductions were appropriately made. although the only names i could remember where joy (dj's gf), ai and kevin (a foreigner who came much later).

as we were waiting for faye to confirm our reservation, allen commented on how late our gimik started.

allen : dati ngayong oras pa lang pauwi na tayo. ngayon... ngayon nagsisimula pa lang tayo.

at last we were on our way to get our ear drums thumped and our vocal chords ripped...

tomorrow : my preaching starts. till then...

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i'm drained. maybe because of the myriad of numbers that i crunched early this morning and the insurmountable amount of work that is now before me.

sigh...

it hurts so fine

friday.

my weekend officialy started with an unsolicited yet undoubtedly well appreciated invitation to share dinner with a couple of new friends and a videoke session afterwards with some old buddies. of course there was a minute of hesitation due to the fact that i was supposed to play guardia sibil at our unhabited house. but the idea of spending the rest of the night chowing down on some grub and singing my heart out was more fun, to say the least, than going home eating reheated food while watching michael v. crack jokes. besides i was actually trying to find a gimik i could crash 'coz i cancelled on our bowling tournament due to back pains.

(as you've might noticed, [or not], my blog posting stopped for around two days since i had to excuse myself from work due to the aforementioned injury, a slipped disc, perhaps, my mom said and a friend suggested. concerned parties [meron nga ba?] need not to worry because i'll be having my check up during the week or if not, this coming weekend.)

i was supposed to link up with faye and her co-workers at around half past six so i still have about an hour and a half to burn after office. since staying at the office was totaly an absurd option, considering that everyone else was on their way to the tournament, i opted to go place myself in a "tournament" of my own, where holding a smaller ball resting atop a slender joystick and mashing a couple of buttons were involved.

thirty bucks, eight wins and a jeepney ride later i was at the lobby of gt tower trying to contact faye and tell her where i was. patrick garcia probably transferred my call for about eight times.

as i was about to ride the first available elevator up, i saw an old friend. or rather she saw me.

sya : parang kilala ko 'to a.

instant smiles all around. naturally i was half expecting to see her there being that she worked there.

sya : walang nagbago sayo.
ako : dapat ba meron?
sya : 'di naman.
ako : akala mo naman may nagbago sa'yo.
sya : pero usually kasi pagnagkita kayo ng old friend mo may bago.

sa isip ko, "okey lang na walang nagbago sa'yo..."

as our chatting was just starting to get a little bit warmer, my phone rang. great. it was faye telling me that she was on her way down and i should then go up. for a second i was thinking of ditching them in exchange for a leisurely walk with her. but what kind of a friend would i be if i did that? after some hasty goodbyes i actually coaxed her, albeit with a little reluctance, to commit to a gimik of our own. after all, how could she resist my charms? hehe. but seriously, i believe she agreed because she a very corteous girl.

twelth floor here i go. met up with faye. she said that she can't introduce me to the people on the table because don't know their names. but surprisingly they knew her.

the nights supposed main attraction, a live performance of a band, was already over when we arrived. so there was nothing left to do but to drink. they drank. i just and watched them. they were talking but i can't follow their conversation because of the distance between us and the blaring music. nonetheless i had fun tinkering with faye's new phone. after a few pictures here and there, a couple of games played, and little or few words traded we were hungrily on our way to gerry's, 'coz faye wanted to use her coupons with freebies, for a feast compliments of bonga.

as one might expect on a friday night, the eating establishments were packed and a little bit overflowing with people. still we enlisted ourselves on the cue and waited for our seats. waiting for our table gave me a chance to ogle at the gorgeous nocturnal women. best time i had waiting in line.

meanwhile herbee at albee were at giligan's...

hmmm... the day is not over, the night is young... i'm not yet finished.

will try to continue later. for now i am late for an appointment.

later.

life

futility at its finest.

destiny

merely a semantic fallacy, the attribution of purpose to blind causality.

top ten

reasons why i wasn't able to go to our homecoming.

10. back pains

9. ang layo ng pisay

8. it was so mainit, dabah?

7. free food

6. to have an excuse to write a top ten

5. jason and the argonauts was on studio 23

4. i got nothing to wear to the parteh

3. the maroons lost

2. 'di ko alam kung pupunta si kwan. . .

1. tamaritis

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(so what's your excuse?)

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gah! i don't think i can make it through this day.

repurcussions, perhaps, of too much indulgence. . . of the salty kind.

double take

homecoming tomorrow. hmm... don't know if i'm going. so i've deicided to be undicided until the last minute. what factors would make me want to or not want to go?

ewan.

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i've said earlier that most probably i won't go to tomorrows activities because i've already seen the people i wish to see. i would like to correct myself.

i've already seen most of the people i wish to see.

glad we're clear on that matter.

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you could just take me away and i won't let go. . .

-= ledgeboy by cambio =-

name game

here is a list of names that have been bestowed upon me by clients and agents since i started working last march :

bam
jan
john
sam
pam
yam
yang

jham trivino
john trovillo
john trivinia
john trevillo
john trevino

ms. jam

(don't i speak clearly enough for you to comprehend what my real name should be? do you understand the words that are coming out of mah mouth?)

ringu

a while ago i was listening to l'arc~en~ciel's hole, the song that was played while the credits of the ring was rolling. of course i was reminded of the movie. i remembered that i watched it alone on ken's pc with the lights turned off at about midnight. ring 1 was great with its perfect timing with the pangulat sequences and creepy soundtrack. ring 2 was bleh. the background music was still good, reminiscent of ring 1, but the story was darn weak and incoherent. and the ending was simply a mess.

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when oli was watching the ring series i decided to, as always, play a little prank on him. back then my hair was quite long, just the right length so that i could drape my locks in front of my face and cover it ala sadako. my plan was to slowly walk towards oli, approaching him from the back and plant my face as closely as i could on his shoulder. well oli caught me before i made any move. (probably because of his paranoid state at that time.) i was bummed that i didn't surprise him but nonetheless i evoked a resounding, "gago ka talaga!" from him. good enough for me.

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about a month ago i heard that hollywood was remaking the grudge, yet another japanese suspence thriller flick. is this a fad? or is hollywood simply running out of original horror films?