December is drawing near

and I can feel myself getting fatter, dammit, yes fatter, like a bloating toad that doesn't stop showing off, a bullfrog in full stride suddenly forgetting how to stop, a sac of lard about to explode.

Hit the gym motherfucker.

Fete de la Musique 2012

This year's Fete de la Musique was held at Makati Avenue.

I wrote something down, but the file got corrupted. Ang laboooo.

So I'll try to get it back. In the meantime, here are some pictures of the event.

What I think of the 2012 NBA Finals

When the Miami Heat won it all against the Oklahoma City Thunder in the 2012 NBA Finals, there were some story lines that drew to a close. Kind of.

Lebron James dismissed all the bad blood between him and everyone who thought he wouldn't get a ring because he was too damn soft. Mentally, that is. One can argue that he's only got one, when almost everyone in the upper pantheon of NBA All-Time greats have multiple rings, but hey, he is just 27. He's just starting.

But he does look older. Kinda like...

"My precious."

Anyway.

KD and the rest of the Thunder cap their ascent of the Western mountain with a disappointing display when pitted against the Beast of the East (referring to Lebron, not Miami.).

Was it the matchups? Was it age? Was it stubbornness from Scott Brooks? Or was it really just Miami's time?

Just to answer: no, no, no, and probably.

Pfft.

I just kind of miss going to the beach.

Just.

Kind of.

26th Birthday Celebration

I am 26.

Kind of old, but still a young one in certain, less-amicable standards.

Last June 12, I celebrated my birthday by covering the Independence Day Celebrations held yearly at the Rizal Park in Manila.

It was a wet morning, although I would categorize it more as an ambiguous one, because although there were torrents of rain that came, they were sporadic, and for brief intervals, the sunshine seeped through the clouds,  even coming out for minutes on end, which meant that it was both hot and cold.

That, my friends, is how you make a bad sentence. Along the lines of "A dark, stormy night" variety.

It was a bit uncomfortable though.

I did get some good shots of the opening ceremonies though.

The Rizal Memorial is lined with men in uniform as Philippine Masons pay homage.

The Philippine Flag raised high above Rizal Park.

It has a nice symmetry, doesn't it?

A soldier stands guard at the Rizal Memorial.

The flag goes up during the flag ceremony.

I took a jeepney from IPI-Rosario thinking that it would take me eastward. I think the signboard on the damn thing read "Binangonan".

Huh.

There are many things unknown to man.

This is a test.

Deep Breath.

Ho- hum.

And here we go.