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!

My MacBook’s battery just died on me.  I’m so disillusioned.  I never thought I’d ever have a problem with anything Apple.  OK, granted, this is the only thing I have from Apple, but cmon!  I even laughed when they asked me if I wanted to purchase extended warranty services!

Anyway, all is not lost.  Apparently, Apple’s recalling a lot of the batteries that came with MacBooks and MacBook Pros bought during the same period I got mine.  They say it’s worldwide, so I might be able to get mine exchanged.  Otherwise, I’m out a cool Php7500 (around $160).

I don’t want to spend the extra cash.  I mean, I bought the Mac because I trusted the brand.  Don’t let me down, Mr. Jobs.  I’m still undecided about getting the new iPhone, so don’t push it. 

I’ve always known that there have been.. activities of a sexual nature happening in my gym, Fitness First.  However, it was all based on rumors and hearsay, nothing concrete.  Until now.

Apparently, a certain personal trainer, whom we will hide under his REAL name, Sam Santos, sexually harassed his client.  Unfortunately for him, his client wasn’t the hide and wither and die from embarrassment type.  She was the spitfire, tell on your dirty ass type.  Who blogged.

And so she complained to FF management and blogged about Mr. Sam’s dirty, dirty deeds, and now?

Well, best to read the whole story here:

The Story of Sam Santos, Manyak

Not really proud of myself, right now.  I mean, I haven’t been productive at all.  Of course, I know all this in the back of my mind, and I AM working on it, but it just takes time.  And while you aren’t delivering results, all your failures, misgivings, and shortcomings come to slap you in the face.

I gotta tell you, it’s not pleasant.  Keeps you up at night.

Just gotta soldier on.  Keep my head down, do what I gotta do, cause cash moves everything around me, and we can’t live without the money.

I saw a lot of models today, over at Greenhills.  Since I’ve met a few models, I pretty much know how this stuff works.  They all go to a go-see, where the prospective clients screen the models they want, then fit those models for clothes, and away they go.

Anyway, these models weren’t exactly couture material.  They’re pretty much the dress up skimpy kind, hand out free samples, etc etc.

What does this have to do with anything?  Well, nothing.  I’m just saying I’m really shallow.  I kept comparing everybody else’s bodies to the models’.  Obviously, the models win out.

Just your average alpha male, thinking out loud.