Because BlogMarc.com is powered by awesomeness AND WordPress, I figured I should go join the first ever WordCamp Philippines 2008.   Organized by some Mindanao Bloggers, it’s happening September 6, 2008 at the College of St. Benilde, Taft, Manila.

I can’t code to save my life, but whatever. Hotness transcends all.

Here’s a shout-out to the sponsors:

• i.PH: the Domain for Individuals
• Free Online Flash Games
• Wazzup Manila Philippines
• Real Estate CRM
• Real Estate Website Designers
• Orange County Real Estate
• Auto Insurance Quotes
• Lane Systems Inc.
• RedMedia

See you there.  Yes, I’ll pose for pictures.

Recently, a lot of people have been bugging me to get Plurk.  I ask them what it is, and no one can really give me an answer.

“It’s like Twitter.”

“It’s super fun, you should get now!”

So anyway, I went to check it out myself.  Quick Google search took me to Plurk.com’s main page, where I finally found out what Plurk was.  Plurk is a social journal for your life.  You should sign up to share short messages, links, videos, and everything else with your friend.  At least that’s what Plurk.com says.  I’ll take their word for it.

Wow.  A social journal.  Share messages, links, and videos.  You know, we used to have something like that.  What do you call that again..

Oh yeah.  A BLOG.

It’s interesting how girls will tell each other everything.  What they did, whom they did it with, how they felt about it, all that stuff.  Guys, everything you have ever done to please or disappoint or hurt or surprise your girl, everybody knows about it.  That’s just how women are.

Of course, I’m generalizing.  Not all of them are like that.  Just the majority.  Around 99% of them.  Girls just can’t help but share.  And it applies to blogging as well.

Sometimes, it’s weird knowing your mistakes are out there in cyberspace for all to see.  (I just said cyberspace.  So 90’s.)  And when I say all, I mean ALL.  Everybody’s connected to the net these days.

How do I feel about it?  Well, I don’t know.  I’ve done a lot of stuff I’m not proud of I don’t want to see online.  I feel weird about posting all that sappy, sentimental stuff in public.  See, I’ve got a thing about that.  I used to be Mr. Sensitivity, but maybe things have made me just a little harder.

I wish I could be more like girls, you know.  Just let it all out.  But I can’t.  It’s just never been me.  Well, not entirely true.  I used to wax sentimental and everything, but that was a long time ago, and I can’t even believe it’s the same person.  I’m just not the type to share.  This whole blog post is bound and restrained and totally devoid of any real emotion.  I’m Spartan blogging.

In the end though, it’s really no big deal to me.  I’m all about money, sports, and love.  Whatever everybody else thinks about me can wait.

My name is Marc, Spartan, just thinking aloud.

It’s weird, but I’ve never really been much of a nightlife person. Not even adventurous at all. I don’t usually go on out of town trips, get wasted, look to get laid, all that stuff you’re supposed to do in college. It was just never me.

But when I got an invitation to come to FHM’s 100 sexiest women of 2008 party, I was excited. Not because there were any prospects there, but because I wanted to be around the beautiful people. At least on the outside. For a change.

Sounds shallow? It probably was. But I’m a guy who works out as much as he can, lived on chicken breasts for a few months, plays basketball thrice a week, either at home or in the gym. I’ve got every right to be shallow once in a while.

Anyway, I get a text one night.

“Where were you? We missed you!”

OH NO. I missed the party. I totally forgot about it. My Film major model friend (whom I’m introducing to my photographer friend who has a film processing outfit) was pretty disappointed. My friends are cursing me out for not giving them the tickets instead. And I missed a chance to blog about it. Well, OK, this doesn’t count.

But thinking about it, I probably wasn’t looking to go, really. It was one of those things the testosterone in me said yes to, but the brain was saying no. Life is funny sometimes.

I admit, I started this blog to make money online (hopefully a ton of it), but that hasn’t really panned out.  This whole SEO thing is tough.

That’s why I’m going to try a different approach.  I’m going to sell out.  That’s right.  Totally sell out.  The plan is to earn back what I’ve already laid out for this blog, and then triple it.  But then, I’ll STILL maintain this as my main blog.  I’ll renew the domain name and hosting every year.  As long as I can earn back the initial investment then triple it yearly, I’ll keep this thing going.

Wish me luck.

Oh, and The Dark Knight totally kicks ass!

Tomorrow is The Dark Knight time!  Watching with my friends over at the Promenade.  It’s going to be a total sausage-fest, because it’s the kind of movie you watch with only guys.  Sort of like 300.

I’m so excited.  Batman’s gotta be the most kick-ass superhero character ever.  Think about it.  Billionaire playboy, dark, troubled past, tortured soul.  Tres cool, my man.  We all know the old game:

Scissors beat paper, paper beats rock, rock beats scissors, Batman beats everything.

There’s been this rumor that an earthquake is going to hit the Philippines TOMORROW.  It’s a real doozie, too, with a magnitude of 8.1.  Whole thing started a few weeks back.  Supposedly, some Brazilian prophet by name of Juseleeno Nobulega Daroose predicted the whole thing.  Of course, the prediction spread like wildfire via text messages, emails, and blogs, getting everybody in a panic.

PhilVolcs, the country’s authority on seismic activity, says that there’s no scientific basis behind the prediction, though.  They say that sure, an earthquake MIGHT happen, but it could happen today, yesterday, or tomorrow or a billion years from now, or never at all.  It’s a crap shoot.

Having said that, I’m STILL staying home tomorrow.  Why?  There’s nothing else to do, anyway.

I just realized that I have so many blogs and so many passwords and account names for them for different blogging services, that it’s a wonder I can keep up with them at all.  I’m amazed I can even still log in to this blog right here.  It’s crazy.

Just imagine how many opportunities pass us by while we’re looking for passwords and accounts?  So much time and money wasted, just because we weren’t organized.   The solution?  Well, a lifestyle change would be nice.  Or you can write down all your passwords somewhere.  I don’t really know.

Organization is a skill.  One I unfortunately do not possess.  But it’s never too late to start, right?  If it brings in the dough, then I’m GO GO GO.

I had a really bad game last Friday.  I shot a really low percentage, and wasn’t able to take over even when I had already decided I was going to.  Been thinking about what went wrong for a while now, and I think I finally figured it out.

The mindset wasn’t there.  Usually, when I step on the court, I’m thinking I’m the best.  I’m unstoppable.  I wasn’t last Friday.  I was way too unfocused.  That’s why I sucked.

Man, I feel sorry for the people I’m going to be playing against next.  It’s going to be raining jumpers and points.  Welcome to the Kobe show.

I remember being 16.  I was just beginning to become interested in girls.  I was grossly overweight, too.  Not a good combination, I know.  I was also pretty much into fist-fights back then.  I had no interest in basketball whatsoever, and I was the King of the Table Tennis, ruling the tables with my paddle, the Lucky Duck.

But it was a time in my life that will always be remembered for ONE thing.

Lunar: Silver Star Story Complete.

Because I live in a tropical country which is so corrupt we cannot even have proper sewage systems, we had a lot of occasions when school would be canceled because of flooding.  During days like those, I would wake up at 530am, head down to the den, and fire up the Sony Playstation.  I would stay burrowed in there until lunch time, with the rain crashing down on the house.  You can’t buy that kind of happiness.

Lunar was, IS, a masterpiece.  From the opening credits to the end, I was hooked.  I cried a few times playing that game.  I related with Alex.  I had a crush on Luna.  I collected all the pin-ups of the girl characters.  I watched them all take baths.  I saw Alex make a choice between saving the world or saving the one you love.

I didn’t want it to end.  And I cried AGAIN when it did.   I thought the adventure was over.

HOWEVER..

Thanks to the PSP and glorious, shameless piracy online, I am now playing LUNAR: SILVER STAR STORY COMPLETE AGAIN!

9 hours in, 20 more to go.

WOOHOO!