I missed Chris John's title fight on TV as I was still OTW home.
The guy won his 15th(!) title defend match for WBA Feather weight.


Yep. Daayuum is right.

#boxing #ChrisJohn #MyLifeUpdate #EmailPost

"O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!"

Some of you may have suspected what it is I do to put food on the table. Besides teaching--which I really like to take a time off from, but sadly I cannot, I write advertorials, articles, and reviews. I also write books, and do some ghostwriting now and then. I do quite a lot of translating, including for film subtitles.

So, this one friend of mine, whom I consider one of my best friends if not THE best in this period of my life, works for, I daresay, the biggest cable TV provider in the country. His is a final editor, and I'm one of the company's outsourcers.

Now, he emailed me today, writing that he told his boss that should they have any Shakespeare films that need translation, they ought to give that job to ME.

Now, I love Shakespeare as much as the next guy, but do I want to translate the bard's words. No. Do I want to sit and watch Hollywood-made Shakespeare's? No. I could sit only about ten minutes into Romeo + Juliet, before the urge to barf, send out curses to anyone involved in the production, and cry took over.

And to this "best" friend of mine:

"All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease!"

Still love the guy, tho'. "Damned" is right.

#unedited
#EmailPost
#rants
#MoodSwing

Feeling silly and weak in ... some parts.

So, I was on this commuter train, going to my place of work. I had my notebook and some other stuff in my backpack. I HAD the backpack with me most of the way, and put it on the compartment above me only about three frickin' minutes from my stop.

I had Suicidal Tendencies blasting from my headset. Now, I know that hot piece of music isn't any way responsible for the thing about to come down--'cuz you know, it's the goddamn SUICIDAL TENDENCIES is what this is--but, hey, it makes this note somewhat longer, so there you go.

Anyway, the train arrived at this big-ass station, and it was my stop, though I don't usually get off here: This train's final stop is not the one where MY commuter train ends its journey at, but the train had been the one ready to leave and I hadn't had time to wait for the commuter train I'd have prefered to take.

Well, so I got off the train and walked like a boss to north exit of the station because that's where I take the public minivan to my office. Upon reaching the spot where I'd wait for my ride, I realized that I LEFT my fricking backpack on the BLASTED train! So, I ran, like an ass, back to the station, rushed to the Station Master's office, and, while trying to catch my breath, told the people there that I was an ass, with Suicidal Tendencies blasting. A few phone calls later, the good people at the office told me the backpack was found and was secured and that I should just hang in there and chill and wait for the commuter train to return to the station, which should not be not more than 40 minutes (The train has only two more stops before reaching the last station and commutes back, really).

So, here I am, sitting on a bench, writing this. With Suicidal Tendencies blasting.

"No other success can replace failure at home," or such quote

I'm missing waiting for my kids' coming home from school
I'm missing looking at my kids on the floor drawing
I'm counting the minutes when I can be with them
Yes, minutes as those are all we have together

I'm missing coming to them, instead of having them come to me
I'm missing jumping down onto the floor to them, and not having them drag me down instead
I'm missing their carefree ignorance to the world ready to bite your head off and spit you out
No, they're not part of that world for they feel

And they see me as they want to hear me
And they hear me although they soon lose interest in me
They go after me yet they are so ready to ditch me for a new set of plaything
They want to play with me so they can beat me again and again

I miss them for that
And I want to go home having them eagerly waiting for me but will it mean they have been missing me?

I pray that they do not miss me 'cause it hurts to miss

June 9, 2009

Today is 11/11/11. How will you celebrate it?

eh what? I thought it's 15 Zulhidjah 1432 H today?
Waaaaaitaminute...it's 29 October 2011 Julian calendarhooooooooolditritethere it's 21-10-2011 Year of the rabbit. Yep.

Ask me anything

formspring.me

Ask me questions about anything srsly http://www.formspring.me/gandif

What made you smile today?

Internet

Ask me anything

Oh wow, my book is out.

Now, let's see if anyone wants to...

Damn, I'm just not one to self promote (And I write advertorials to make ends meet)

#AwkwardAnnouncingIsAwkward #sigh #NeverReallyGoodAtThis

Newsflash: a FUCK YOU begets a FUCK YOU, TOO

And a sequence of corresponding shit that follows after

Damn, and I always thought that that movie the Patriot was an ass-sore.

http://krugman.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/11/04/i-do-not-think-that-word-means-wh...

Work it. Work it like you mean it, G.

There's something in there, me think.

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