The Day My Earth Stood Still.

We all share a common bond. The silence is deafening, but the ambient whir of the cinema machinery is entrancing. Nothing but a blank screen fills this vast expanse. Are you, as I am, all here by chance? The resonating clink of my coke-in-can as i open it, matches the crunch of your chips. There in fact IS anticipation in here, as though we await something otherworldly to happen. Yes i know why we're all here. I know none of you, but I know we've all watched Man of Steel and World War Z. We have nothing else to watch. We've heard this is bad, and we're hoping that maybe this falls under 'it's so bad it's good." Will Smith after all has not disappointed us in recent memory, and neither has his son.

My Experiment for the Next 4 Weeks

Since i cannot get rid of my insatiable desire to start and accomplish so many things. I shall try to do a little bit of "everything" every day. Perhaps this way, little by little all my efforts will actually come into fruition.
This way, i can also practice how "not" to spend too much time making any one thing perfect.

It sure beats starting so many things and abandoning ALL of them later!

I Just Wanted To Say 3 Words

Dear Heavenly Father, allow me with utmost solemnity to say this to You. From the bottom of my heart. Not imagining you to be real. Not imagining that you are hearing me. But believing. Believing on blind simple faith that at this very moment, you are hearing my words in real time:

Heavenly Father, the most powerful Man on earth and the most powerful Spirit on earth,
   who sits across from me now, listening in real time as i speak,
Who has created me and nurtured me from the time i was in my mother's womb,
   Who has guided me and shielded me from wicked men as I grew up.
Who has protected me from harm and serious illness my whole life.

   Who even ran alongside me when I was alone in the 10k marathons in MOA and The Fort,
Who made sure my feet did not give way that I might stumble and hurt myself under the blazing sun.
   Who happily accompanied me whenever i went to the mall alone,
Who even brought me before that kiosk of PS3's in SM Annex, and showed me the graphics it can do!

   Who sat beside me every day while I was in the hospital with Dengue Fever.

Who let me experience with my eyes and heart the worst that man is capable of,
   If only to strengthen me that I may not be shocked when trials come.
Who let me experience having an abundance of money, as well as losing ALL of my money,
   To prove that He would still feed me regardless of my situation.

Who has blessed me with all that I can do,
   And even all that I cannot do no matter how hard I try.
Who stuck by me even during times that I had completely lost faith & hope in myself,
    Gently urging me through others to just keep my eyes on Him.

Who introduced me to The Sims 2, to show me how easy it is to mistakenly ruin my sims' lives,
    If only to prove to me that even I, am His one Sim, whom He will nurture and never forsake,
Even if He is doing the same for 6 billion other Sims in the world,
    Who has carefully handpicked all the Sims I would meet in my life,
My enemies, my family, my friends, all of whom I love and am thankful for,
    Who, not being content with that, decided to become a Sim Himself,
That I may have someone recognizable to be my friend and to show me the way.

Who, after this day filled with anger and resentment and frustration with myself,
    Gently took me by the hand, and showed me all the things He has been to me throughout my life,

That I may write some of them here tonight for someone to read,
   and brighten someone else's day, even just a little.

Having said all this, what then do I have to say to You?
    You who have been more than a father, a mother, a lover, or a friend could ever be to me?
What else is there left to say but that which is always the hardest,
    What I could never say to You before with as much honesty and meaning as I have tonight:

          I Love You.

A Letter of Apology from CEO of The Adventures of Tabby Kun™

I would like to extend my deepest and sincerest apologies for any inconvenience I have caused you my fellow Multiplicands. A freak accident (failed attempt to import blog entries from my other blog), has resulted in the reposting of all my blog entries, consequently flooding all your inboxes with my rants and raves. Geez talk about my whole life flashing before YOUR eyes!

Anyway, time heals all wounds, just as time will clear all your inboxes of my posts. Please bear with me as we go through these difficult times.

Thanks you very much and God bless.
-Ryan Ocampo

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D' Original

There's just something about buying original stuff. I'm not talking
about clothes. I'm talking about the things that get pirated the most.
CD's and DVD's.

Music CD's. Ahhh, the scent of the booklet insert as you open the
jewel case. The smoothness and flawlessness of the CD Label print.
Everything on the disc is printed and designed in such a way that
everything fits exactly the way it should be - the way it was meant to
be.

Same goes for DVD movies. Original DVD movies carry a certain weight
about them that fakes can't ever replicate. The extra cash you shell
out automatically makes the DVD worth every penny, without a single
penny wasted.

But the most uncanny effect that originals have on me is their
capability to both "sound" and "look" clearer and more impressive than
the fakes. Even though, technically, there's no difference.

Y'all can mock me all you want. "You're a fool! spending Php900 on
something you can get for 50 bucks!". Well? one thing you can't buy
for 50 bucks is the novelty of the item.

God saved me before i became totally screwed Story #1

The moment of truth. This is it. The night before the Kape't Pandasal
2nd year anniversary. Tension mounts during the Kape shoot today as i
find out that Bro. Nono Alfonso has finally chosen songs for them to
sing live on ABS tomorrow. Songs which i will have to scavenge the
malls for. Night falls. I see my opportunity to find the songs as Dex
(not to be confused with a male Dex classmate of mine back in college)
has to go to SM West to send a package. With no trouble i quickly
find Videoke CD's containing the songs we need. With much confidence
in my abilities to extract the minus one audio out of them, we grab
some Wendy's and head back to Jescom.

Jescom, around 9pm. i grab not a single bite out of my meal. Dex
doesn't either. We're both tense. Tomorrow is the day of reckoning. I
need closure that i can extract the minus one track successfully, and
Dex needs closure that she will have all her cast members for the No 2
Xmas shoot which starts tomorrow (someone backed out at the last
minute). I have encountered a problem though. It seems as though
modern technology has enhanced Videoke CD's to the point where the
minus one track and the track with vocals are not on separate channels
anymore. Am i damned? is this the day where all my seven days of
coordinating hardship slip out the holes in my pocket? Is this the day
i have to text Michelle and Joy of ABS-CBN that the bros have no songs
to sing tomorrow? Tune in next week to hear the conclusion of this
epic tale!

Random Thoughts

I have to just place some thoughts here. Ayusin ko nlang yung ayos ng
pagka-ayos niya later. Ayos ba?

- The more i think about how to organize every thing in my life, the
more time runs out faster.
- The more i plan to sit down and think up my battle plan for the next
day, the more i end up going to work unready.

- There is so much i need to do. There is so much i want to do. Yet i
don't do it. Some people ask me why i don't just do it. I tell them i
don't know why.

- Am i really incapable? harap harapan na kasi sa sarili ko, i fail
myself. I fail in front of my own watchful scrutinizing eye. Does
that mean i really can't do it?

- Some people say that if i was thrust into a situation where i really
would have to fend for myself, that i would develop the necessary
skills to survive. Perhaps that's true. But i sure as hell am not
moving out!