White Sand

Imagine paradise: beautiful white-sand beaches, long seashell-laden shores, and vast seas of crystal blue water. You take a stroll along the shore and stare endlessly at the seas. Boats sail in the background as you stare at the waves crashing on the shoreline. These dreams become reality in Boracay Island, a must-see when you travel in the Philippines. Cruising by ship or flying by plane, tourists get to choose their method of travel to the best beach in Asia and the second best beach in the entire world, according to TripAdvisor. A popular tourist’s destination for Filipinos and foreigners alike, Boracay boasts of its amazing beaches and resorts. Smaller islands strewn around the main island are popular for island hopping. Travel in the Philippines has never been better with the improvements and additions to the Boracay Island. There is no trouble in paradise when you travel in paradise.


I wrote the paragraph above about a year ago, and it makes me want to go there right now! I’m always stuck in my condo in Pasig. 😦 Ughhh



One of my all-time favorite bands is The Script. In the last few years, they have gained great success, especially with the release of their Science & Faith and #3 albums. 


The Script’s two latest albums.

I started being a fan of The Script from their song “The Man Who Can’t Be Moved“, from their eponymous first album. It’s such a great song with a great intro and chorus. It’s catchy and it doesn’t get old quickly. 

When the band released their second album, I bought it from a local music store and I instantly got hooked on all the songs. It was instantly on repeat in my iTunes and I listened to it all day. I blasted The Script in my condo in Pasig (and my neighbors even complained!) and sang to it all day!

When they came here for their #3 Tour, I was ecstatic and bought my tickets immediately. I had the time of my life watching Danny perform and I just… died. It’s a great way to spend time with my girlfriends, as we were all Script fans. If you haven’t heard any of their songs yet, I suggest you listen to them now!

The Yellow Umbrella

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Okay, I’ve cooled down a bit already. I’ve watched the episode and it’s hell amazing. Everything was well played and everything looked very amazing. Everything was amazing. And the Mother. The MOTHER.

Eight years of wait. Eight years of build up. Eight years of TV. Almost 200 episodes of Ted and the gang. Almost 4000 minutes. 67 hours. Almost 3 whole days of HIMYM. All leading up to this grand reveal of 10 seconds. And it was the greatest 10 seconds in TV history ever.

I am literally jumping all around my condo in Pasig right now. I cannot hold my excitement.

How I Met The Mother

I’ve been a fan of the show “How I Met Your Mother” for about 3 years now. It has been a funny and exciting show thus far. Josh Radnor does an excellent portrayal of Ted Evelyn Mosby. He gets the emotional-metrosexual side of Ted so well. Neil Patrick Harris, although gay, hits the player vibes so well, and, of course, magic. Jason Segel and Alyson Hannigan both can pull off the lovey dovey Marshall and Lily, and it’s funny how things work out for them. Last, but not the ever so amazing Cobie Smulders. She plays the toughie Robin Scherbatsky so well, and even can pull off the 1980’s teenager Canadian pop sensation Robin Sparkles. The plot of Ted narrating his life in a flashback-sitcom style from the year 2030 to his kids is an interesting style that the creators Carter Bays and Craig Thomas have come up with. 8 years ago, they set up the premise that by the end of the show, we find out how Ted met his wife. And it’s only now that we meet her.
I’m so excited to watch this episode. I just woke up to find out that Cristin Miliota plays the Mother. I had no clue who she was, and then I googled her. She is a stunning young woman with a very pretty face. She’s also not a famous celebrity, which should be the way for the actreess playing the main storyline of a 9-year series. I really can’t wait to see the episode. I’m just jumping for joy here in my Pasig condo and WHY CAN’T I FIND A DOWNLOAD YET PLEASE.

The Good, The Bad, The Erap

Yesterday, millions of Filipinos exercised their right to vote, but there is a great majority who shouldn’t even be allowed to step into the voting area. I, myself, did not vote because I knew that it would be useless to stand against the masses of uneducated voters that encompasses the Filipino nation.
First: Nancy Binay is a senator. Why in the world would anyone who is even the closest bit to literate vote for Nancy Binay? Because ‘Binay’. Her father, Vice President of the Philippines, Jejomar Binay, has done an amazing job in his past job as the mayor of Makati City. He made the city flourish, which is why we have Makati City as the business capital of the Philippines. She doesn’t even have a background in politics other than her family. She graduated college at the mighty young age of 24 with, yes, a degree in Tourism. She couldn’t even get a damn job. Her father had to hire her as his secretary just so that she could be employed. She’s also married, but still uses the surname of his father. What does that say of her? Incompentence.
Second: people who should win didn’t, and people who shouldn’t win did. People like Nancy Binay, and oh my God ERAP (but that’s for later). Grace Poe, too, but she did admit that her surname was her biggest plus, and she’s proven herself worthy so far. Risa Hontiveros isn’t even close to winning, last I checked. People, she was nominated for a Nobel fucking Peace Prize. Why. Why do you not vote for the people who deserve it? Dick Gordon’s not in the top 12. Neither is Enrile. I guess you can say that the Filipinos are getting people who are a representation of them. Even though what they need is a representative.
Third: Erap. Need I say more? Didn’t we impeach him in the first place for a reason?
So yeah, long story short: I did not vote. I just stayed here in my condo in Pasig while I mourned for my country. There is no more reason to vote if our country does not care for itself. I’d rather just be the President of The Rochester.

Like every kid in the late 90’s and early 2000’s I was very much into the fad of Pokemon. I remember playing Pokemon Ruby for the first time, seeing a whole new dimension unfold. I turned on my Gameboy Advance SP for the first time after I plugged in the crimson cartridge and stared as the Gameboy logo flashed on the screen. I watched the intro sequence and created a new game for myself. It seemed like nothing at the time, but little did I know – I would be starting one of the biggest parts of my life.

So awhile ago, I was finally able to download a Gameboy emulator for my computer, and I am finally able to play Pokemon games once again. I’m starting on my Ruby game, and it is an amazing feeling to start fresh once again. Anyway, thinking about this brings back a concept I thought of awhile back. I was entering high school, at about 13 years old.
The concept started off with a young tween dreaming in the world of Pokemon. What if Pokemon was real? We can have animatronics built of plastic, being controlled by mechanical motors and robotics. I dreamt of a world where such ragged and explosive movement made by motors at the time would evolve into lifelike movements and actions. This technology would then be incorporated into building a Pokemon. Coders would design programs that would tell the motors to mimic the movements of an animal. These would be added in chips implanted all over the creature. We’d have artists design three-dimensional models of the Pokemon and make them out of plastic.
I’m just putting it out there for all engineers and coders in the world. Make it happen. Please.
Now back to lazing in my condo in Pasig, playing Pokemon Ruby. I just hope I don’t overplay, like I always do. I bet the next thing I’ll know is that it’s 3 in the morning, and I’m all alone in my Pasig condo.

Oh Charlie!

I love burgers! And I love the burgers of this place along Ortigas Avenue: Charlie’s Grind and Grill.

I’m gonna have lunch there later with some of my friends. I haven’t seen a branch near to my condo in Pasig, but I think there is one. I’ll have to remember to blog about this later.

New York

I’ve always wondered where my condo got its name: The Rochester. Rochester, New York is a city with the least expensive real estate in New York. It’s known for its livability for families and its perfect society for raising a family. Its economy is also great as it’s basically the New York, New York‘s little brother. It’s known as the Flower City. Sounds great, right? Loving it here so far.

Knight Mares

Once while I was sleeping in my condo in Pasig, I woke up in the middle of the night in a sweat. I was in the middle of my bed, alone in my room, alone in the dark. Why am I writing about this? Because I just remembered it and I just freaked the hell out. Well, it didn’t end out bad, though.

Scenario: I was in the middle of the forest. Medieval times. It was like I was caught in the middle of a war. I was wearing leather armor, and for some reason, I was a guy – muscles, mustache, beard, and all. Of course I knew that it was a nightmare, but I was stuck. I didn’t know how to get out of it.

The first thing I remember was running. I was cutting through the bushes and leaves with my huge-ass sword. I’m pretty sure it was as heavy as me, but I had no problem with carrying it. I was riding a beautiful black stallion, with his mane so finely brushed and he just looked majestic. As my steed galloped (whose name was Internet, for the strangest of God-knows-why), arrows whizzed by me. Arrows  were trying to hit me. People were shooting at me. And the arrows… were on fire. It was horrific. Everything behind me was on fire.

A little bit further, I saw a village… or at least it looked like a group of people living in hideous cobblestone houses. (I don’t think you can call them villages.) The arrows stopped for a moment, and I was able to command Internet to go faster, in my deep and manly voice. When I reached the stone-age houses, I searched for shelter. I got off Internet and ran for one of the houses. That’s where I met the Doctor.

The Doctor (I watch Doctor Who) was apparently the psychic-witch doctor in the town. I asked him of help, and all he said was, “Your horse is not who she seems to be.” I was confused, and I answered, “But Internet is my trusty steed. He will never betray me.” All he replied was, “Loyalty is not of the question here.” Seconds later, screams were heard outside, and I saw my enemies approaching.

As soon as I stepped out of the house, I was shot in my shoulder. I winced in pain, and fell to the ground. I looked around me: I was surrounded. Men in black balaclavas, black sweaters, and black pants. They looked like ninja-thieves. The last thing I remember was thinking, “Balaclavas look stupid,” before I slipped out of the world.

When I came to, I felt softness beneath me. Cotton softness. My body is being moved, and I can feel the ground move beneath me. I open my eyes, and I come face-to-face with a cow. I was in a farm. On a sheep. When I stood up, a man approached me, saying, “Your horse does not like being called a ‘he.'”

I woke up in a confusion. I reached for my bedside table, only to realize that it was on the other side of my bed. I had just moved in to my Pasig condo. Probably it was just that – a new bed, new house, new condo, new everything. It took me time to adjust in my new condo, but I have such friendly neighbors here in the Rochester. It really makes me feel good. Anyway, I’m digressing. Back to the story: it took me awhile to realize what the witch doctor meant. My horse was gay. And I was a Knight Mare. My subconscious is twisted like taht sometimes.

Click, click, click

It’s so quiet here in my Pasig condo.

I’m just going away on my laptop keyboard,

working on everything and anything I can.

All I hear is my space bar clicking, clicking, clicking.

The sound of plastic hitting plastic bounces off the walls.

It’s a loud and annoying noise,

yet it is so mesmerizing.

Click, click, click.