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.

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.

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.

Recounting Disneyland (and Hong Kong)

A few years back, I had my first experience in the place where dreams come true – Disneyland. Staying at the Hilton hotel in LA, we were just a few minutes from the house of Mickey Mouse. I was ecstatic at the fact that I was going to see where it all happens. Where the magic happens. I was a kid back then, of course, and I recall taking my first steps past the large gate, holding my father’s hand.

Of course, everyone else was having their Disneyland moments too, so long queues were at every ride, filled with people waiting for their turn. The only ride worth waiting for was the “It’s a Small World” boat ride. We were in line for an hour before we got to jump on a boat and ride the river around the world. The sky was already darkening, and orange painted the sky when we were on a cab ride back to the hotel.

This year, I returned to the land of the young, but in Hong Kong now. I packed my bags in my condo in Pasig knowing that I’d be a kid once more – knowing that I’d be revisiting childhood. I couldn’t sleep the night before my flight because I was so excited. As dawn approached, I left my Pasig condo without a wink of sleep.

Fast forward all the airport shenanigans, I reached my hotel room as eager as one can be. I was tired, though. I had not slept a wink the night before, so as soon as I hopped onto the soft bed of my hotel room, my body shut down and I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, it was midnight. I fell asleep during the afternoon, and I hadn’t eaten dinner yet. I found a nearby McDo and discovered, to my surprise, the distinct difference of their menu and our menu. They had pasta in broth. Anyway, I’m digressing.

After I feasted on my midnight meal, I didn’t feel like going back to bed anymore, so I explored the Hong Kong nightlife. I found a quaint little cafe and ordered myself a latte to keep me up through the night. I didn’t need it, of course, but it was still good coffee.

I went back to the hotel room soon after. I rested some more and was jolted awake when I heard the buzz of the alarm clock that I had set before I slept. I was going to Disneyland. I quickly put on new clothes and left for the subway. Can I just say: the Hong Kong subway system is soooooooo nice. It’s much better than the one we have here in the Philippines. Everything is interconnected and it’s all safer and faster. There’s even a train to Disneyland!

Disneyland train!

When I arrived at Hong Kong Disneyland, everything felt surreal. I felt like an unguided little child, stepping towards the greatest place on Earth. I felt the same feeling I felt when I stepped into the Disneyland in California. This time, however, I wasn’t holding my dad’s hand. I was alone. And you what that means: single-rider.

The lines in Hong Kong Disneyland were long as well, but the benefit of being older and more mature is that you get to go to the express lane, or the single riders’ lane. It cuts the waiting time by at least half, and it gives you a free cut for long lines. Still, rides usually have 20 minutes worth of single rider line and an hour’s worth of normal waiting time, so it’s still worth it.

Toy Story Land!

When I went there, it rained half of the time I stayed, so it was kind of a bummer. Still I had the time of my life. Everything was so colorful and it brought me such nostalgic memories that made me feel like a child again.

It was an amazing day. (I’ll save the rides for another blog.) I was not disappointed and I enjoyed every single bit of it.

Oh gods. After recounting this experience from my condo in The Rochester, I really wish I was back in Disneyland!