Friday, February 24, 2012
So the Porsche driving Bureau of Customs clerk finally resigned. Good riddance. Had it not been for that road rage shooting incident, Paulino Elevado would have gotten away with it too! Only in the Philippines would a 9,000 Php a month clerk afford a Porsche. Then again, our own Chief Justice got all those condo units with his government salary. So yeah, had his case been elevated to the Supreme Court, this guy surely would be found innocent.
Why do I get the feeling that Mr. Elevado has just opened a USD bank account?
Saturday, February 18, 2012
And to think that just a few months ago, I was ready to give up on the NBA. The league of millionaire players squabbling with billionaire team owners over the last scrap of dollar. "This is not what inspires people!", if can paraphrase Jerry Maquire.
This was the league as one Jeremy Lin struggled to find his place under the NBA sun. He didn't quite fit the profile. Harvard degree in economics, undrafted even by colleges, and of course, Lin is Asian. Born in the USA to Taiwanese immigrant parents.
But the kid loves to play. All he wants to do is play. Even after he was cut by Golden State Warriors, waived by the Houston Rockets, then found himself the third-string point guard of the hapless New York Knicks. He was willing to ride the bench out and play garbage time, if only so he can hold on to that quickly dimming chance that he may be allowed to really play in the NBA -- one day. And that day finally came when both starting and relief point guards suffered an injury.
This is how you play the game. The seven straight wins, as of this writing, is not even it. There is genuine joy for every great play made. You see it in his stride. You can see it in his smile. Yes, people, the kid smiles in the heat of battle.
That Jeremy is Asian is incidental. That he is an inspiration is why I have succumbed to LINsanity!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
80% of the ads claiming 99% efficiency is 100% bullshitting you.
97% of the NBA finals MVP gave it their 110%.
Understandably only 1 out of 6 billion believed Al Gore's claim that he invented the internet.
On youtube, any male heterosexual is never more than 6 related videos away from a sexy clip.
30% of those who got tattoos did so because they wanted to be unique, like everyone else in their group.
Vegetarians are 23% more likely to be devoured by a tiger.
And remember people, you are 85% more likely to be believed if you cite a statistic even if that statistic is totally made up.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
First editing job for a US client. Well, not exactly. I've done projects before for international clients. What I meant by that is, first editing job with me here while the client is halfway across the globe. Talk about telecommuting! The world has become just that smaller. Imagine, while I have my day job here (not editing), I get to moonlight in the US (or elsewhere for that matter).
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Saw the Nonito Donaire fight this morning. Ho-hum, boring. And it is by no means "The Filipino Flash's" fault. It's really hard to make a fight of it when your opponent is intent on just surviving the twelve rounds with you. Nonito even had to monkey around a bit, trying to goad Vasquez to mix it up, but to no avail. What is this guy's ring name by the way? "El Pagong"? Not that he is slow. There is just no getting this guy out of his defensive shell.
I hate it when fighters do not live up to their ring names. When I read in the fight card "Matador" is fighting, I expect to see bodies being carried out of the arena. You see, there was a time folks, when fighters actually lived up to their billing. Gone are the day of Roberto "Manos de Piedra (Hands of Stone)" Duran, "Marvelous" Marvin Hagler, and Tommy "The Hitman" Hearns. Sugar Ray Leonard didn't even need a monicker. His name sans embellishment was enough to sell tickets.
Today's fighters should really consider changing their ring names. "El Dinamita" (Marquez) to "Angalero". "Money" (Mayweather) to "The Mouth". "Boom-Boom" (Bautista) to "Boom-Boom-Bust". "Pacman" can keep his. Also Erik "El Terrible" Morales. He's really terrible.
As for me, I want a ring name of my own. I am torn between two. Not too fancy. Definitely not an exaggeration. It's either "Suntokero" or "Ilagero". Either one would be just perfect.
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