It’s been a stormy couple of nights, windy, gale-like, power-outage-causing.  I’ve always had a soft spot for rain.  I still remember waking up at 5am, finding out that classes are suspended because of rain, and spending the rest of the day playing ONLY the best RPG ever made, Lunar: Silver Star Story Complete.

These days though, I’m not such a big fan of rain.  Not only is the commute tougher, but it’s now impossible to play basketball at night.  Now I’ve played hoops in tough weather, but it’s pretty impossible to play when the deluge is almost blinding.  But anyway.

Check out my blog.  It seems like such a ho-fessional.  Advertisements everywhere..  I am such a sell out.

Oh, and I bought a book today!  “Top Secret Restaurant Recipes”.  They don’t have the TGIF burger, but they DO have Pizza Hut pizzas.  Let’s see how accurate the recipes are.  Yes, I know I’m dieting.

When is the easiest day of a diet?  The second day, because by the second day, you’re off it.

Well, I’m getting fat, Marc, thanks for asking.  Also, I’ve been having some pretty weird dreams lately.  I’ll tell you about them next time.  This is just a general State of the Spartan address.

I’m a little stressed, but you know what helps?  Listening to Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie.  The song speaks to me, brother.  And of course, Freddie Mercury’s really something.   David Bowie was in Zoolander, so he’s cool in my book, too.

Basketball’s been helping a lot.  I’ve been shooting baskets almost everyday, just around my backyard.  I’m actually getting really good at it.  I guess all that shooting, whether rain or shine, really hones your game.  It also doesn’t hurt that I see my brother playing in his varsity games.  There’s always a competitive vibe in me that just won’t quit.  He’s getting better.  All that training he’s getting.. wow.  Makes me wish I signed up for varsity before.

As you probably can see, I’ve sort of sold out my blog.  Well, a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s  got to do, right?  So far, I’ve doubled the initial investment I made on the blog.  That’s pretty good, I think.  I’ve got this idea in my head for another Adsense experiment, but it’s tough.  There’s just too many things going on, and I can’t really focus.  Bad attitude.  I just have to keep my head down, soldier on.

Isn’t it weird how I never post videos on this blog?  It’s not because there aren’t any videos out there.. it’s because for the life of me, I can’t figure out how to post videos here in WordPress.  That’s the first thing I’m going to ask when I get to WordCamp.  Can any of y’all players help me trick out my blog with some videos and sounds (and rims, yo!)?

That’s it for now, Marc.  It was nice talking to you.

..and no, I’m not getting fat.  I’m probably hotter than most everybody you know.

I weigh 160lbs, more or less.  You can’t use that to judge me, though.  Weight is never a smart choice to base a person’s health and fitness levels on.  Not even their underwear-modeling-ness on.

BMI’s no good, either.  And sometimes, we only see what we want to see in the mirror.  That’s why I’ve decided to go by The Levis Test.

I know pants sizes are different for different brands (even more so when you’re buying knockoffs), but I’ve got a pair of Levis, waistline 29.  Now Giordano 29s are pretty loose on me, but this is called the Levis test for a reason.  I’m gonna keep working out and dieting until I fit those pair of Levis comfortably.  I can wear them easy now, but they’re still a little snug.  I’d say a couple more weeks.

Wish me luck!

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 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!

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.