Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.


-V for Vendetta

iJunno why.

But somehow I feel a little off. I can't say why. I already said that.

I wanted to cry, but I couldn't and didn't want to at the same time.

At least when you cry, you know you're alive, even if it hurts.

It's ironic that to the ones you don't what to say goodbye to are the ones for whom you'd actually and say goodbye to.

There are so many things I wanted to say and things I wanted to do. But time is so short and I've always hated that senti shit.

Of course deep down inside I yearn for it.

I could go on and on and name names, but let these passages speak for me.



Goodbye, he said.

Goodbye, said the fox. And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

What is essential is invisible to the eye, the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

It is the time I have wasted for my rose--- said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.

Men have forgotten this truth, said the fox. But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.




These lines used to piss me off. I suppose when I first heard them I was only in first year high school, I hadn't done much living then. My teachers kept using this chapter from The Little Prince and I never quite got it. I suppose it's because none of them tamed us nor did we tame them.

Taming is such a dangerous business. We step out of our comfort zones and go against our nature as wolves and become dogs, tigers become kittens, from students and teachers to...friends? Maybe not, but certainly you guys are more than just students to me.

That's dangerous. It's difficult when you cross the line; suddenly you lose your perspective. That's why things go bad. Some people don't like it when things go bad. They react too violently. I say the bad stuff sucks, but it's part of the journey.

iJunno why things happened the way that they did. All I know is that I'm thankful that they happened just as they happened. Not all my memories will be fond ones. The bad stuff make the good ones shine brighter in my mind.

Good times that are too many to count. But let me try anyway. Pao's blueberry boy. Boks is always studying for something else. Uh wait, that's not good. Matthew being annoyingly talkative. Mark and David, enough said. Kirby's being sipsip, but in a good way. Chiok's Winnnie the Pooh. Goody and his being makulit all the time. Engle being oh so metrosexual, kahit di ko naman halata kasi naka uniform parati. Jeff for smiling and talking more in class. Kenn for his wit. Pierre, uh for that video conference chat incident. Hahaha. Jeremy for those small gestures of thanks. Leonard for always being a beacon of hope. Kester for all his kabastusan shows an equal amount of effort. Mike for his, I don't know how to say it, eagerness. Theo for just being his nerdy self, hehehe. Kelvin, for being there during examen. Carlo for being OC and reliable and just plain Carlo. Sonseph is just always diligent and oh so uh wag na nga. Chris for leaving us, you worthless piece of whatever. Honti for reminding me of the Tasmanian devil (the real one, not Taz). Brian, for wanting to stay in my class. Emman, for being popular in LSGH. Richard for being the other pseudo sipsip, like Kirby. Sidney for looking like you're sick all the time, just don't bleed all over the carpet okay? Sammy, because I didn't get to know much about you. Wait, again, not a good thing. Charlie, for those brilliant essays. Enzo, for being uh...talented, thanks for those JCS pics btw. Marc See, for having a wonderful mom who thinks you're bakla. Paul for always smiling and for being Alexis in the first quarter. Carl, for your streak of independence. Don, potakte, for either making me laugh or pissing me off. Kaiser, for being Dale's brother. Benedict for being an escapee from a mental institution. Please make sure you return their bedsheets and their pussy cat. Koki for those times that you said more. Alan for being sabaw na hindi. Charles for always being there for people. Patrick, for being weird like someone else I know.

I know I didn't write in sentences, but this is not English class you know. That ended the other day and I barely knew the entire class. I'll never be perfect. I won't be the most brilliant. I won't be the most respectable. I won't even be the funniest.

I didn't properly say goodbye, not the way that I wanted to, because I didn't want it to be goodbye.

Maybe it will never be goodbye.

This is the last iJunno.

But then again, maybe not.

Thank you for taming me. Thank you for wasting time with me.

-03/16/2006 at 09:28 PM

Okay, here it is: the Brokeback Blog.


Unlike most people, I didn't catch "Brokeback Mountain" during its theatrical run (or on DVD during that time for that matter). I finally caught it this weekend and it pretty damn took me three days to watch it.


Not that it was bad, but rather because it was so heavy. So damn heavy. I'm half too tired to write about it, but damn near hell-bent on scribbling down something at least. Thus here I am, trying to make sense of just what transpired.


The acting was excellent. More than excellent in fact. In a Holden-esque manner, I can say a movie, especially one of this kind, is good if I actually want to pick up the phone and check-up on these people. I wanted to see how Michelle Williams's Alma was doing. How'd she manage Alma Jr.'s early marriage? Or what did Anne Hathaway's Laureen actually care about Jack? Jack Twist and devil-may-care, naive yet infectious optimism in such a gloomy, overcast film. How could a person be unmmoved by Jake Gyllenhaal's tragic zeal for what he could never fully have. It was clear that it was he who was fighting to keep their "thing" alive. Finally, the bulk of burden of the film conclusively rests on Heath Ledger's silent and inarticulate Ennis del Mar. How could he deal with the rest of his life? How could the rest of the characters deal with the lives they found themselves living?


Especially Ennis, ever reluctant, he always wanted to be in control, but he never truly was. In his tightly tangled world, he barely made any choices beyond the expected and he never did quite take control.


Jack on the other hand, my favorite character is fesity and flawed. He too is guilty of a few bad decisions, but he again tried somehow to make things work. He is the dreamer of the two and the more outspokenly frustrated. In a few ways he had the better life, but not quite without whatever they had. He'd be the one willing to drive those 14 hours just for a "fishin' trip." It frustrated me to see him waste so much time and energy, both of them really, for something they couldn't have from the beginning. Jack's dreaming usually amounted to nothing. His father, his wife and even his Ennis would usually brush his "plans" aside as some childish fantasy.


Ultimately what they had was snatched away by circumstance. While it seemed like an accident, what Ennis imagined in his mind could very well have been true. Ennis's guilt and fear killed Jack Twist. How could he live when they parted on such powerful terms and with such a crucial blow to Jack's entire being? Their climactic argument about not being able to meet in August and not until November encapsulates their relationship. How could Ennis live with the thought that he disappointed Jack in their last encounter? With the guilt that he took their relationship for granted? With the knowledge that Jack had someone else?


Let's face it, Ennis killed Jack. In turn, Ennis practically killed himself.


In what I think will be one of the greatest speeches in movie history, as evidenced by number of spoofs capitalizing on its power (and secretly hoping to dull its heartwrenching power), Jack's speech is truly wonderful beyond words. It's no Shakespeare and I doubt I'll be teaching it in class anytime soon, but its eloquence is sublime.


Tell you what, we coulda had a good life together! Fuckin' real good life! Had us a place of our own. But you didn't want it, Ennis! So what we got now is Brokeback Mountain!

Everything's built on that! That's all we got, boy, fuckin' all.

So I hope you know that, even if you don't never know the rest! You count the damn few times we have been together in nearly twenty years and you measure the short fucking leash you keep me on - and then you ask me about Mexico and tell me you'll kill me for needing somethin' I don't hardly never get.

You have no idea how bad it gets! I'm not you... I can't make it on a coupla high-altitude fucks once or twice a year! You are too much for me Ennis, you sonofawhoreson bitch!

I wish I knew how to quit you.


Cliché? I think not.


Classic? Definitely.


-04/10/2006 at 07:23 PM

Hey Gamers!

Visit my page on the 1UP network! You can find it here.

I stumbled across this unfortunate error as I tried to type in Pinoy on my phone using the dictionary function.

I like it. So I kept it.

Tonight, I saw my first portion of Pinoy Big Brother. I just lived off my co-workers' zeal for it. I never really got it nor do I really want to be into it. It's the Teen edition, so I was just on the look out if I have a student there or something. Right now it's still on, but I'm switching between it and my game of MGS3: Subsistence. What do I think of it?

FCUK ABS-CBN!!!


Such a frickin' piece of phony crap. The first guy was a Fil-Am dude, (how unexpected!) who was so full of it!

Then they used the ZELDA OVERWORLD THEME to introduce him! SOMEONE CALL KOJI KONDO AND NINTENDO! ASK THEM TO SUE THEIR ASSES OFF!

Oh yeah then they used LOVE PANIC from the RANMA 1/2 OAV as well. CRAP!!!



Orwell...let me go back to my Tetris DS...I need to cleanse myself.


(Don't worry, Snake's still there. I just need my Tetris fix, Zelda-style.)




Oh yeah those b!tches don't know how to host. They made too many bloope.



It's disturbing to find 5 out of the 12 have foreigners for fathers. The preference of the Filipino's preference for the other is reinforced once more.







EDIT: 05.02.2006


I do have to admit it is intriguing. That's why I stay away from television as much as possible.