Project: Marooned

Gone to the Dogs

In the news today besides the Erap Verdict (which was years overdue) was a small news snippet about a mami (noodle) vendor on the run for killing a garbage truck driver. It would have been your usual TV news night time tabloid material, but this took an interesting turn because the suspect who was known by neighbors as "Dodong Mami" turns out to be former boxer Rustico Torrecampo, known to few as one of the few men who knocked out Manny Pacqiao senseless during the latter's early career.

News reports said, the garbage truck driver sideswept Torrecampo's sidecar which made his wares and noodles spill on the street. Torrecampo tried to talk with the truck driver but the truck driver ignored him and went on. Enraged, Torrecampo waited for the truck on the next corner, boarded the truck and stabbed the driver to death.

I personally do not agree to anyone killing another person but I pity Torrecampo. Whenever Pacquiao docu-bio is shown on TV, footages of Torrecampo as a mami vendor is usually shown with the subtitle "one of the only guys to KO Paqciao." As if the boxing gods have smited Torrecampo for knocking out a future prodigy of world boxing. Now, Torrecampo is again shown on TV but this time portrayed as a murderer on the lose.

I know, the end does not justify the means and murder is still murder. Even if Torrecampo tried to talk to the driver and the driver just ignored him and drove off, it's not an excuse to kill.

I don't know Torrecampo personally, the only time I hear of him is whenever there are Pacqiao docu-bios. For all I know, Torrecampo might be an asshole and a pain in the neck. But what I know, basing it from the news reports is that when the truck sideswept his sidecar, his wares and noodles that he will sell the whole day to feed his family, was thrown in the street. For a person who is an "isang kahig, isang tuka" (hand to mouth existence), this means bad news. When he tried to talk it down with the driver, he was ignored and got sped off. Maybe it's his being human that got into him and decided to spill blood with his own hands.

I pity the guy because he's a victim of circumstance. From a ring pug to a noodle vendor, he didn't fare much in his life. The guy that he did knocked down, however, has millions stashed and went into a frenzy by running for public office. Okay, Pacqiao did worked hard to be where he is now, but the sad thing about reality is, Torrecampo did to.

Torrecampo's story is not the only one as we hear many sad stories about ex-boxers. Well, we'll have something new to be sad about because tomorrow, there'll be another new story somewhere.

When Doggies do it Man-Style.

It was one of those days when you know you're definitely doing nothing. I was back-riding a tricycle going to a friend's house when I saw two doggies doing some afternoon delight loving in the middle of the road. Of course it did not come to me as a surprise because being the New York City of stray dogs, scenes like those are normal. It's either you see them getting it on in the middle of the street or you get to step on their poop early in the morning (exactly the right moment when you're rushing because you know you're definitely late for work). We live in a kingdom where dogs reign supreme. We are the ones adjusting, not them.

So going back, these two starcrossed voyagers where busy doing the royal rumble in the middle of the road, but what surprised me is that the bitch (yeah, that's the correct term for a female dog, so I'm not cussing here, haha) instead of her usual position of standing on all fours, was lying on her back, her hindlegs spread wide and upwards. The bitch (I wrote it again, bwahaha.), was doing it "man" style, to be exact, they were doing the missionary and not the usual doggie. That's a little weird if you ask me, especially if its quadpeds that are doing it.

Now, I admit I am not a sex expert for dogs (nor am I a sex expert for my same specie), but isnt that un-normal? There might be a simple explanation for that, but what I was thinking is, maybe both these dogs were open minded dogs. I mean, we know of stories (some of us watched it on DVD, me included) of human couples being "open minded" and including unusual and unrelated things when they make love. It ranges from a thick eggplant, to a vibrating replica of the male organ. Others do it in groups, includes tight leathers, whip cream to actual whips. The list goes on, so what I was thinking was, maybe these two doggies thought: "Hey, since those bozos are doing it like how we do it, then we should do how they do it."  I didn't watched them complete their act (I'm not that sick) but I won't be surprised if they grabbed a smoke afterwards.

Now, if one day I see my pet dog holding a can of whip cream, I'll go and grab my videocam right away. He won't mind.

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JDV is still the House Speaker after a much fought race (although internal) for the speakership. This officially makes JDV the longest serving speaker after World War II. However, it is sad to see that the congress he presided was also the most unfruitful batch of solons since World War II.  Everybody was busy running for president that they forgot the real reason why they're congressmen. We just hope that this incoming congress can do a better job. Nah, I doubt it.

Superman Never Left: He was Just Busy Being Me

It's been sometime now since I last wrote something about anything and publish it on the net. I missed the good old days when I used to blog a lot. However, I became busy with mundane things like having a job, screwing my employers and paying the bills, to name a few, and that is why I gave up many little sweet things in my life, blogging included.

Writing again after a long time feels weird. The first thing I tried to do is to look up the blogs of my contemporaries and see what's going on with them and hopefully, to catch up on old times. But most of the URL's that I remember pointed to a blank webpage. It's either they changed web hosts, or just like me, they became busy with things.

I tried going to my old webpage and I was surprised to see a picture of a teenage girl with her breasts exposed. God knows I remember that I did not run a porn site before, so just imagine my shock (of course after the 2 minutes I ogled at the picture) of finding what happened to my blog site. It turned out, that my web provider closed shop to their free hosting and decided it's better to put naked women on their site (not that I object to it).

So here I am like a writer without a home. I dont know where to start and where to write. I have to content myself from the time being in putting my rumblings here at Friendster Blogs. Which is okay because nobody here reads the blogs anyway. Come on now, I never heard anyone say "Hey, I'll open up my friendster to read those maginificent blogs!" 99% of people logging in friendster is just waiting for their network to expand (so that they can finally put the word "full" beside their name, that's the badge of honor around here), or see if they have new testimonials (I even know people begging for one. Pathetic.). Why do I know about those 99%? I am one of them.  (And, Friendster blogs look pathetic!)

Anyway, I pray that I be more consciencious in doing this. As an epitome of procrastination, that would be a challenge and knowing myself better, I am betting that I will fail. But hey, I terribly missed my old life as a blogger. That might give me the push.

I hope, my blogging will make me meet new freinds just like before. I also hope that I would see my old blogmates blog again, just like the old goodtimes.

As I am now writing again, I feel like Superman coming back to earth. But hey, Superman never left, he was just busy being me.