Iron Man is the most recent movie I watched. The Marvel comic book hero looks really cool in the movie with his flat faced helmet. But Iron Man creator, Stan Lee, should scold Tony Stark for revealing his identity in the end of the movie. That’s if he ever wanted to join the Who Wants to be a Superhero? contest.
Stan Lee could have said his disagreement to Iron Man’s revelation in no less than 15 adjectives in three sentences, not counting all of the cool words and stresses. But Lee is the creator so he will only say “Excelsior!” to Stark.
I’m only starting to like comic books and I’m not an expert but I believe Iron Man is the Marvel equivalent of DC’s Batman. Both of them doesn’t have supernatural abilities but both have the capability of funding a million dollar costume and accessories. I now conclude that to become superhero, you should either have supernatural abilities or supernatural bank account.
This is my first time to be included in a print ad. I was surprised because I was the one who usually create a mock print ad that features my friends and classmates.
So, I am in the poster of my previous school. I saw it earlier in the school’s booth at the local mall. Kind of ironic because I got into the poster at the time when I already left the school.
I can remember the time when we got our picture taken. Our section was in the computer laboratory when the photographers came in. Now, what I can’t remember is how I got into the computer table where our shot was taken. That’s not my usual place in the Computer Lab. Maybe that’s the time when we were having a TextTwist competition.
Anyhow, the shot is supposed to be a stolen-but-directed-shot. We were not supposed to look at the camera. Since we are good kids, we actually did not look at the camera. But, I cannot stop myself from smiling. It’s like an impulse when I know a camera is taking a picture of me.
Now, that makes me wonder. Do people inside the mascot costumes smile when somebody is taking their picture?
If my feet have a head, it’s probably very bloated right now. I got my first pairs of Havaianas.
So, I now have two pairs of these money-burning devices disguised as flip-flops. I could have gotten them months ago. But I refused to buy them until when I feel the need to have one.
That’s actually how companies sell high-priced products. They make you feel that you need to have one. And for the big finish, companies don’t use advertisements but rather, previous customers do the job of tempting prospective customers to indulge into such pleasure of having an expensive stuff.
What’s really amazing is that you don’t get pregnant if you give into such temptation.
This might be the latest blog post about the end of Pangya Philippines. Three months late. Talk about timeliness.
I feel left out. When everybody’s done grieving about the loss of Pangya, here I am whining in my blog. I am only getting the hang of hitting a tomahawk shot last time I played it.
I haven’t played Pangya since new year’s eve, I believe. I was busy doing school stuff since before Christmas break ended. And so, I am really surprised that Pangya already closed.
The only good thing that happened was that I was so lazy that I did not copy the installer from the other computer into mine. Saves me from straining my muscles from clicking the mouse several times and inserting a flash drive into two computers.
I was doing a routine browsing of the forums that I am a member of when I saw a topic about Bob Ong finally revealing his identity. It links to a blog site which contained a picture of who purportedly to be Bob Ong along with two ‘fans’.
Apparently, the man in the picture is not Bob Ong. The person is a member of the bobongpinoy.com yahoo group and the picture was taken in one of their EBs.
While I am writing this, the post has been edited. The post has been strikethrough-ed but the pictures are still there. The blog is still getting traffic and it’s a good thing for the owner because the blog is commercial.
The incident gives me goosebumps. What happened is not the first of its kind. There are many blogs that gives false impressions on certain persons in one way or another.
After 6 hours of driving lessons and practice, I now know how to drive a manual transmission vehicle. I can reach a maximum of around 70 KPH and my Dad is amazed because until now he drives at around 40 KPH. Too much playing of Need for Speed makes me feel the real need for speed.
I practiced at the alternate route for trucks and buses in daytime and I got used to driving with 16-wheelers passing by. At first I was afraid because they are HUGE! But now I am more afraid of the cops and pedestrians. I still don’t have my student’s permit and it would be a big problem if I ever commit violations while driving – which I never want to have because I want to have a very clean police record. But hey, even Bill Gates got caught with a driving violation. I would want to smile in the mug shots like him to give the police a hint that I am DWI.
The next challenge for me is to park the vehicle. I know how to drive but I don’t know how to park properly. Parking is a very important skill especially when there is a police car right at your back. But more important is drifting because parking when there is a police will not get you into television.
Learning how to drive makes me want to have a car of my own. But my parents will kill me if I demand for one and Kidney selling is now illegal here in the Philippines. The worst part is that I wouldn’t settle for a sexy coupe.
Tomorrow will be our class farewell party. I’m so excited. I’m not excited because of the party itself. I’m excited because its EXCITING!! Haha!
Before graduation day, our class didn’t have the opportunity to plan about the party. And so, we resort to the most effective media of communication today – TEXT MESSAGING. But planning using text messaging is just on its beta version.
The routine was someone would send a group message to the whole class regarding the planning of the party. I don’t exactly know what happens to the one who organize and send the message but maybe people would reply to her giving their own ideas. I believe nobody would miss the message because somebody echoes it sometimes. That is so annoying.
Some people were assigned or volunteered what they will bring. I volunteered for bringing either baked mac or pizza. Others would also bring foods and utensils. But here’s the problem: yesterday, one of those who will bring the utensils said that he cannot attend he farewell. The other one said that she cannot bring all of the utensils needed and she could only bring half of those.
That’s too much of a problem. It’s like Bob Ong losing his website.
My oh-so-not-serious-idea is that we will eat by batch. One group will eat then will clean the utensils and then another group will eat. That might do it. Only if the utensils available are not literally in half. HALF-SPOONS, HALF-FORKS, HALF-PLATES AND HALF-CUPS. In that case, I will just buy Chickenjoy from Jollibee. Or an M16 in a local gun shop and I will shoot at everyone and everything to dust.
I guess we’ll just stick to the Filipino come-what-may attitude. And no more M16 ideas because GTA IV is in the market and it will surely get the blame.
I now know my blood type. And guess what, I got it from an actual laboratory test and not from an internet questionnaire/generator/whatever. To my surprise, the internet indeed has one.
Anyway, my blood type is A. I was expecting Z like the ones I saw in the Budokai game on PSP. But that is rating, not blood type. Other results from the CBC were normal except my WBC which is a little bit high. I was a little bit disappointed because the laboratory doesn’t offer midi-chlorian count and I am unaware of mine. But hey! The abnormal WBC could mean something. It could mean that I got midi-chlorian count slightly below Anakin Skywalker. Or it could simply mean that I’m too handsome to be normal. NOT!
I haven’t got any chat with my friend Niña for a while. Seems like she left the face of the planet – in order to pursue the intergalactic dreams of her to be a Jedi. I believe she got skills. I laughed my heart out when she power jumped one time imitating Yoda.
Where is she? Right now I have lots of things to tell her. She’s the only person I’m telling what’s happening in my love life light saber experimentations. I’m gonna explode!!
This might be the latest blog post about the end of Pangya Philippines. Three months late. Talk about timeliness.
passing by. At first I was afraid because they are HUGE! But now I am more afraid of the cops and pedestrians. I still don’t have my student’s permit and it would be a big problem if I ever commit violations while driving – which I never want to have because I want to have a very clean police record. But hey, even Bill Gates got caught with a driving violation. I would want to smile in the mug shots like him to give the police a hint that I am DWI.
