May 2005

Let's be honest. Friendster is a good chore. For many, a daily one at that. Addictive it has become.

Logging in enables one to check out how friends and relatives are.

But what I really like about Friendster is its function to kill time, especially when I am dead-bored and stranded in, say, an airport terminal or taking time out from whatever work that I am hell-bent busy with.

Boredom is a personal peeve.

It lets my mind wander aimlessly about like a poet in a mid afternoon Chemistry class.

When I am bored, I busy myself reading practically anything I can glue my eyes on. And so browsing through my Friendster today and finding no messages or new friend requests, I found one column on the right side of my PC monitor with the banner saying: Popular Network Searches.

Intrigued, I scrolled down to see what my friends are googling for these days; what's in, what's hip, and what's hot.

Surprise! Surprise!

The 10 popular searches in my network reads: (1) Filipina Babes, (2) Sunshine Cruz video, (3) Bold Filipina, (4) Body Language Flirting, (5) Cute Japanese Girls, (6) Love Spells, (7) Latest Nokia Phones, (8) True Love Quiz, (9) Asian Biker Babes and, (10) Viva Hot Babes.

Save for popular search number 7, all are treading on perversion and sexual delinquency.

Plus, I didn't know the word 'babes' is popular, let alone sexy.

Ah, perhaps the list reflects the end result of my network of friends being schooled in Catholic all-boys insititutions (okay, I was, too). All the sexual inhibitions finally let loose (and brought into the realm of technology) like newly-wounded cacti in a year-round dry desert.

Well, that's just a theory.

Perhaps the list is just random. Maybe a webmaster's malpractice or perverse contrivance, even.

In any case I get bored again and see the same list of popular searches, I'll probably check it out and see how my network has become a Pervster instead. 


There is this belief in Film circles that one can claim a movie is extremely good if it still arrests one's interest and attention in succeeding screenings.

Having said this, I am restraining myself from saying anything about 'Episode III:Revenge of the Sith' until I get to watch it again.

I can only describe my impression on my first screening using one of Richard Gordon's circumscribed vocabulary: Wow!

Enough said.

A review, thus, is deferred.

The printed photos look nice.

I’m on my 19th printout and, at this rate, I fear I’ll run short of colored ink soon.

The photos are inserts to the mother’s day cards I plan to send tomorrow for my mom and sister. And while printing, I get to recollect the moments captured digitally on camera. One picture shows me smiling while driving along the freeway to Virginia. The smile was not fake. I was giddy to go camping and see the sights outside the tri-county area of New York. But if it was taken during the trip back home, I’d probably be faking it. I was deadbeat driving. My right leg was numb and lifeless-like as it hit the gas pedal for six straight hours.

Another one shows me and G pitching tent: I, getting busy hammering the peg while G, showing off the tent like Vanna White displaying the solved Wheel of Fortune puzzle. Save for a big downpour in Day 1, the tent was cozy a space to sleep into for the 2-night camping.

I also have some showing me and G toasting marshmallows on a bonfire. What the photos don't show is the tedious time putting up the bonfire with kerosene on, as we soon figured out, moist-wet chopped logs.

There are several photos taken from a stroll in Virginia Beach Pier. The beach photos look nice as we, in boardshorts, stand on the sandy shore with the Atlantic Ocean in full view. One picture, however, shows how bad the weather that day was: dark rain clouds hovering in the horizon. No chance to swim, unless we wanted to die from the chilly winds and waters. Brrrrr!

Taking a detour in Washington, D.C. we ended up taking more photos in landmarks such as Jefferson Library, Smithsonian Institute, Lincoln Memorial, Capitol Hill, and the White House. If pictures can only talk, they would probably say: That's not the White House, idiots! as we pose on the Capitol Hills steps.

And if we kept clicking the camera away when we arrived in New York at 2 in the morning, I might be printing pictures showing weary, haggard-looking, and dog-tired excursionists eager to sleep the entire trip away.

Today's May 1.

It's Labor Day weekend in the Philippines. But since I've postponed my career for scholastic pursuits in Japan, there's no point celebrating just yet.

May is a hot month in the Philippines. Pool excursions and out-of-town trips are part of the month's itinerary. Actually, any activity within the confines of anything cool (i.e. pools, beaches, airconditioned malls, movie theaters, get the drift?) is worth involving oneself into.

G and I went to a friend's province down south once and dipped and swam into a virgin river for hours only to find an old man bathing his pet horse upstream (Ah, natural mane and tale shampoo and conditioner!).

May is also the time to visit old relatives living in equally old houses canopied by fruit-bearing trees, inhabited by farm animals, and colonized by blood-sucking mosquitoes. Sleepovers are usually a bore. Curfew is at 9, TV reception is poor, and sari-sari stores close at 7. Food, though, is a plenty. Rice cakes are a daily fare and lechon is served for lunch.

Picnics and barbecue parties are also May events. Kids get to run around parks or backyards playing pretend-games while grown ups busy themselves with grilling porkchops and hotdogs, playing cardgames, and fanning their sweaty temples and armpits with ripped biscuit carton scraps.

Ah, I miss May in the Philippines. I miss being a kid, too.

Well, incidentally, theme parks open in May here in the US. I guess I'll get to be a kid again, at least for the entire month of May…