Choice

Obviously, there is no need to be verbose or gabby with regards to how I feel about you. Words simply cannot replace the sharp feelings of pleasure, excitement and satisfaction I get every time I greet you ‘Good morning’ the moment I wake up and ‘Good night’ before I log Z’s.

For the most part, a lot of people have seen some seemingly drastic changes in me. My mindset, my attitude, my outlook. I then reference my friend’s observation: ‘Whatever happened to Ken? The Ken who once asserted that he is not at all romantic?’

Two years ago, I was in the same predicament. ‘Predicament?’, you ask, when in fact I should be feeling exultantly proud and joyful. Apparently, everything is not exactly in the right place. It’s difficult because this time, the feelings I have are sharper and more intense. The mere presence of this person is enough to turn a frown into a smile. Every time I gaze at this person, my heart slowly melts. And ironically, my whole body freezes. Suddenly, all my defenses dissipate.

I managed to hold on to my last straw of rationality. I grasped my turf to the end, but that was after I grappled with my emotions.

I can only but guess what happened to the old skeptical Ken. Perhaps he sneaked back into the depths of his subconscious. Or probably he went to some remote universe because his emotions for this particular person overpowers him. After all, everyone is entitled to take a respite, yes?

For now, I guess I’ll just torture myself by watching Before Sunrise and Before Sunset. Ah, romantic flicks.

Point Z

I’ve said it a million times: You will never get it.

I live in a quadrant in which the characters are intrinsically unpredictable, while on the other hand, you dwell in a rather virtual world wherein the movements of your characters are dependent on the clicks of your mouse and the electrical signals sent by your keyboard.

I weave, balance and dodge in uncertainty and volatility of life. At one point, people in my world smile and frolic, and then after a few seconds, they glower. Fickle, indeed. But despite that, I like it here. Why? One reason being that the people here have found a bazillion other ways to enjoy and end their elusive lives. Unlike in your world, no matter how creative and inventive it is, the plot line is stark absolute and trammelled. It only narrows down to only two possibilities: triumph or defeat.

Short requiem

I can’t bring myself to even finish putting my thoughts into this paper, or at the very least my thoughts into words. I feel like I am about to crash into a bastioned wall, which wouldn’t burst despite the rather powerful smash. After crashing, I’d enter entropy. I am dying. A few more days, I’d either scotch my wrists, get into an overdose or jump off a building, and no one will even notice I am gone. No one will care.

As I deal with my own demise, I see a face. Only your face. By this time, you ought to be fading away from my thoughts. But no, I still see your face with my bare eyes. Something in me wants to hold on to you. Or rather, my entire self wants to. But you will never get it anyway. I love you. Cue requiem.

iPhone craze

So iPhone will be officially available in the market very soon. I’m pretty sure it will create furor amongst gadget lovers and techies. Well, we can’t blame them. What’s not to love about iPhone? First, it’s not just a multimedia mobile phone. But it’s a smartphone that runs an OS X, has Safari(browser), 8GB of memory(it varies), and to top it all off, it’s a touch screen iPod.

I’m also thinking of getting one purely because my current phone has gone crackers. Plus, I’d get an iPhone because when it comes to gadgets, nothing beats Apple’s attention to the user experience.

If Apple reaches its target sales of 10 million units, it’ll be because it appeals to ordinary people who seek for functionality and utility, not to arrant techies who drool over the technical specifications of the mobile phone.

 

Too much Mathematics, eh?

Consummate geeks out there! How do you read the logo of Armani Exchange?

It’s A such that X. Go figure.

I’m a sinner

One of the joys of taking the public transit is you get to encounter different types of people. And probably the strangest you will ever come across with are the self-proclaimed clairvoyants. You know these types, they claim they can foresee the future. These quote, unquote clairvoyants literally berate and tell everyone to confess their sins for according to them, the end of the world is coming in less than a week. Unfortunately, while on my way home yesterday, I happened to encounter one.

I was patiently waiting for the train to arrive when this lady, probably in her late thirties, approached me. It freaked me out, actually. See, I don’t want strangers to come up to me and ask for my number or whatever. So I scooted a bit away from her. But the lady was so persistent. I thought of giving her a chance, maybe she really wanted my number. Just as I was about to give the lady my number, she suddenly bursted and her voice boomed out, “You are a sinner and you are damned to burn in Hell until you beg forgiveness and purify your soul!”

Instead of getting irked at the lady, I was actually surprised and amazed at how much she knew about me. I got interested in what she had to say, so I listened to her babbling. She talked about the end of the world, she told me she was once a sinner but already asked for purification and all. I was impressed, honestly. Maybe they’re really saying the truth. Maybe they can really foretell what’s going to happen. Maybe they’re really clairvoyants.

This goes with that

A few weeks ago, someone gave me this small toy contained in a glass capsule-ish thingy. You know, the ones you get from vending machines. When I opened the thingymabob, it was actually a robot from the Japanese anime, Gundam, at least that’s what the picture said. Which, of course, made me really ecstatic. But the toy wasn’t assembled yet, I still needed to piece every part of it. So I unpacked the toy capsule. What’s usually included in this kind of stuff is an instruction booklet. This would technically make the assembling process easier and faster. But I, being the maverick individual that I am, chose to not scan the instructions. 

Instructions are for lunkheads who don’t possess the magic touch. They are written by overly smug nerds to explain to dummies how to assemble and operate certain machineries which will probably never work anyway. Referring to instruction booklets would only show a sign of weakness. After all, you’re not putting together a very complicated nuclear reactor.

Was I successful? Yes. The joy and excitement that I got from assembling the robot without referring to the manual was unexplainable. Phenomenal, actually. 

Prevision; pre-analysis of 2008 Summer Olympics

I’m going to make a very logical prediction regarding the 2008 Summer Olympics. Not only will China obtain the most number of golds, but it will also decisively cream its top competitors. China is currently ranked 15th in terms of the number of medals won in both Summer and Winter Olympic Games. I guess by the end of the tournament, China would probably be already ranked 10th or 9th. (Side note: Philippines is 97th on the list.)

To arrive at this prediction, I considered a couple of points. Since all Olympic games will be held in Beijing, sending out athletes would definitely not be a problem for China. They don’t have to arrange flights and stuff for their athletes. Moreover, they could send as many athletes as they can. Plus, get this, they don’t need to qualify for the events; they’re already automatically seeded. I also considered the fact that China has been preparing for this for the past few years. So hopefully, we could see the hard work they have been exercising.

As for the Philippines, I just hope Lady Luck’s on their side. Blah.

Why she hates cutting her fingernails

Nail Bitch: “I really hate cutting my fingernails. It’s difficult to shift the button thingy on the top side of my iPod.”

Ken: “I know! Well, it would be easy if you have two incredibly large front teeth.”

Nail Bitch: “Right! Haha!” *throws her iPod* “Crap! I’m fucking pissed off!”

Ken: *whispers to myself* “Good thing I never cut mine. I just let them come off when they’re ready.”

A quadrant of their own

A reminder to myself: Stay away from people who are deeply engrossed in listening to mp3s on their iPods. Apparently, through some metaphysical process, they transform into another type of life form who happen to exist in a distant universe whenever they are preoccupied with their aforementioned habit.