Before, I was somewhat annoyed that our house is slowly becoming a forest laden with all the plants hanging by and sprouting from their own pots. I wouldn’t complain anyhow, since there’s no point and justice in doing so. The plants won’t do harm, plus I don’t think I will bar the old people from doing their hobby.

As I grow up, I become more appreciative with what we call our “cage”. It’s filled with different flowers and foliages. Best of all, the once long gone colorful insects flying by are now returning to their newfound habitat. Like this one, for instance. And so, I did not hesitate to take out my camera.

“I will not miss a chance like this”, I say to myself.

One of the things I do during my past-time is reading Mangas. I’m currently hooked on Naruto Shippuden.

Anyway, here’s something that’s really striking and is worth sharing — from Itachi Uchiha’s words.

People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true.
That’s how they define “reality”.
But what does it mean to be “correct” or “true”? Merely vague concepts…Their “reality” may all be a mirage.
Can we consider them to simply be living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs?

Before you say that Naruto is a gibberish, ignoramus’ anime/manga, think again.

Source here (The Secret of Mangekyou).

I’m not sure if Marlboro Ice Mint is available in the Philippines, but a family friend got this way back in Singapore for 20 Sg bucks! You can say that the price is a killer.

I don’t smoke, so I can’t tell its difference from the menthol or lights type.

The Killers Concert is now lying in its deathbed.

Grrr! I thought it wasn’t true. I refused to believe that IT IS really true, not until I read something on The Killers official website. I’d vehemently say that I didn’t like what I just read.

The Killers have been forced to cancel their appearances in Singapore, Beijing, Hong Kong, Manila, Tokyo and Seoul due to unforeseen circumstances. The band deeply apologizes to their fans and hope to reschedule their shows in these cities soon. At this time the bands Australian appearances remain scheduled as planned. - Source

So much for disappointment.

Note: This is something I’ve written ages ago from a word doc ‘coz I was offline then and I don’t know what to do. So, please bear with the post!

…I salute y’all!

I remember the old days when I used to borrow Blogger’s space and prattled all the way like a smart-aleck nitwit. Ah yes, gone are the good yet laughable (read: ridiculous) old days.

In hindsight, it wasn’t all that good. My grammar was bad. My English was bordering to be trying hard. Overall, my posts were bordering to mediocre.

I don’t confirm nor deny that my posts are still that poorly-written till now. Maybe, it’s just I appreciate my writing and accept my writer’s block today more than before.

One thing I love to brag about my neophyte blogging days was being able to post more often. I used to blog for more or less 3-4 times a week. Most of the time, I was a lean mean blogging machine, for I was able to post every day. I thought I was driving really, really mad, until I’ve met the likes of Perez Hilton in cyberspace. My lunatic smile went awry.

It’s kinda force of habit, ‘coz my posts were mainly personal like that of your scented Caper Cat diary sans the lock. It was open to public. I wasn’t afraid of the comments. I actually thought of comments like receiving a star. The more stars you have, the better you are. Think about kindergarten, and your younger niece will be able to concur with what I’m saying. =)

But, time passes by. Ripe begins to rot. Yoga becomes boring.

Many yoga practitioners (my yoga teacher, for instance) would astutely if not violently disagree with the claim. (Honestly, that’d be a scale of 10 in the bizarre-o meter should Mr. Gautama fanatic becomes violent.) Hence, I dare you not to throw stones at me. It’s just representation of another word I am actually meaning to. I forget what figure of speech is that, and I don’t want to bore you on details. But, if there’s someone or something to blame—it would be David & Goliath. Nah, I’m kidding!

Blogging becomes boring. I don’t say it comes with the age. I believe it comes with the aging enthusiasm. As soon as you lose the zing, you lose all the mojo that comes with creating a sensible post. Even if it’s honestly a crappy one, you’d still lose the mojo to start and finish it with your signature style.

Like I, for instance, my blogging energy is sucked out of its entirety. I can no longer afford to think of a sensible subject and start writing about it. You know it’s hard when all your creative juices are lost and vaporized into thin air. It gets even harder when creative juices aren’t renewable at all. You’ll eventually go to the path astray, put your blog into exile until it builds yeasts and cobwebs with the Alexa ranking of a gazillion times forgotten.

Defying boredom and Squeezing out some New Juice

Sometimes, all it needs is a little goading with a wedge of a stick. For example, I am prodding myself at this very moment to start conceptualizing a post. I don’t know where to start. I have no single, not even an ounce of idea on how to begin. Hence, best thing about having a personal blog is that I am able to write anything under the sun. Another viable reason to push myself into blogging is the amount of money I pay for my domain and hosting should not be put to waste. So there. That’s quite a start of the push. =]

You can’t actually compose a post with just mere prodding. So, start typing. Start stringing a few sentences about the first thing that pops into your head. Right now, I am thinking of blogging something about my obviously incurable laziness and connecting it to my recently purchased slogan tee. Just type and type and never look back to the black hole of oblivion. Chances are you’d be as much surprised as like I am right now that I have made such a long, somewhat sensible post.

Finally, do not ever forget to enjoy and seize the moment. Play with your thoughts, and enjoy whatever it is that plays in your head—whether it’s just a few staccato Chopstick beats or a complex symphony. What matters most is that you’re happy with what you’re doing. If not, forget blogging and eternally abandon your account. It’s that simple!

Not in this coming elections though. Lolol.

A couple of months ago, I bought a pair of Nike trainers and I haven’t used them ever since I tried donning them on inside the store.

More story here. I was so supposed to run on a regular basis, but it looks like my running partner just had a change of heart. Right now, I’m looking for a cheap, decent gym nearby to run on a treadmill, and then do bikram yoga during the weekends.

Speaking of yoga, I’ll try to make an elaborate post next time.

Though not captured “well” in these pictures, he’s the only member of the family I know who has a pair of hazel brown eyes—others are light brown or brown.

Sigh, I wish I had mine as well!

I would have ordered my mi favorito, Paella Valenciana, but decided to pass since I knew for sure that I won’t be able to finish everything in my plate (or sizzling plate for that matter). Anyway, here’s what I got:

Sumputuous Tapas in a Plate: Croquetas de Jamon

Okay, here’s the winning plate. I really, really love the ham croquettes!!! They’re just made to perfection. I would have ordered a bunch for to-go, but the kitchen was closed already.

The Shrimp and Mushroom stuck in a bread wasn’t bad either. The mushroom is kinda spicy though, perhaps because of some spices (like garlic and red pepper?) beneath it. I have high tolerance when it comes to spicy food anyhow, so I did enjoy devouring the piece.

A Sizzling Plate of Baked Mussels

On the other hand, I didn’t find the baked mussels that delightful, maybe because it was too garlicky and had less parmesan than what I expected. I love baked mussels swimming in cheese and booze (lol)! But I guess, it was just the way they cook it. I wouldn’t complain much.

Still looking forward to my next visit!

This cute little boy is my cousin, Renzo. I really love taking pictures of him ‘coz he’s just photogenic at all angles! He’s a promising commercial and print ad model, no?

Basta, he really is muy guapo!

The latter shot may not be as aesthetically amazing and as it looks, but I just like the way he looked.

I always forget that it’s 2010 already, and heedlessly type or write 2009 on dates. The new decade hasn’t sunk into my consciousness yet, just like loads of cables look that like reins and an age-old electric post—both blocking the sparkly fireworks display as it majestically explodes in various patterns symbolizing the start of a new year.

PS: Oh, I forgot to mention the smog, too, that lasted for hours. It only shows how less are we concerned or aware on the drawback of our actions.