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This “Database Error” that keeps happening on this blog for the last few days is irritating the shit out of me. It’s the most annoying thing when you’re ready to go with your wacky ideas about a blog entry, only to find out that your blog is currently inaccessible because of a stupid database error. I’m seriously considering getting my own domain and a paid hosting service. I’m just a few error messages away from totally leaving free hosting behind. I swear, kids, the first chance I get a long break from work, I’m gonna get me my own domain and a paid hosting service. Gggggg!

Anyway, since I lost my wacky ideas while waiting for my current host to get its crap together, I’m just going to give you a recap of my week. Hooray!

I finished Marvel: Ultimate Alliance, probably the greatest comic book-based video game ever. Ever. It was freakin’ awesome to kick Galactus‘ ass and to slap around Dr. Doom. Doctor freakin’ Doom! Geek overload, man. Geek overload.

Manny Pacquiao versus Erik Morales. All the hype boiled down to a 3-round boxing match. I wish Rey Mysterio got into the action and gave Manny a 619. And a hurricanrana. And a triple corkscrew moonsault from the top rope. And a chair shot to the face. That would’ve been cool.

I settled in my new apartment along Ortigas Extension. The traffic can become hell sometimes. And I’m acting like the giddy naive “probinsyano” that I am every time I commute. I mean, I haven’t commuted in years! You’re thinking “Oohhh. Poor little rich jerk. Doesn’t know how to commute ‘coz he’s always running around in his RAV 4 and shit.” It’s not that I don’t know how to commute. I’ve just forgotten how dangerous it is to ask directions from total strangers every chance I get. Every. Chance. I. Get.

One good thing about having an apartment near where I work is I can go out with friends after office hours. I got to watch Casino Royale with an old friend. I don’t know if it’s just me not being able to watch a movie in a cinema for weeks, or if it was the company, or if Casino Royale just totally kicked major ass. I mean, I was never a James Bond fan, but after watching Casino Royale, I can’t get the James Bond theme out of my head. I kept fighting the urge to stick to the wall, sneak around corners, and hum the Bond theme on my way to the comfort room.

Speaking of kickass movies, I just purchased a DVD of X-Men: The Last Stand. Can’t wait to have an X-Men movie marathon. Yes, I’m lonely like that.

I think I may get the chance to put one of my “online masterplans” in motion after being invited into a mailing list for Pinoy bloggers. I’ve been thinking of doing it after I get my own domain, but I think the sooner I get it out of my system, the better. Here’s hopin’.

That’s my week. Yes, that’s as exciting as it gets for me these days. Cue the “Loser” song by Beck. I deserve it. Ggggg.

Dude, do you remember the first time we met? It was a day before my 20th birthday. It was a Friday night. I just came home from a 2-hour commute from UPLB. There I was, a young bright-eyed loser ecstatic at the sight of you. There you were, looking so cool. With a big ribbon over your roof. You were so cute. There we were. Staring at each other. I knew instantly that we would have a very special relationship. And I was right. It was the start of one of the most enduring and fun relationships I will ever have. Oh, if we only knew what adventures lay ahead. Sigh.

Remember when we brought you to a Sunday mass? After the mass, my dad invited the priest outside to “bless” you. As the good priest was baptizing you, I fondly remember the moment I gave you your name.

“And I shall call you… Fucker.”

Remember the first time we went to the beach? I set up a tent where I planned to sleep in, but my other friends beat me to it. I ended up sleeping in you. You kept me warm that night. You made me forget how pissed I was with having other people sleeping in my tent and not saving a space for me. But it was a good thing. I got to protect you from insidious beach people and sea monsters.

Remember that time when some asshole broke your glass on your rear end? I was so pissed. I cried over it. Yeah, at the time, I was doing a lot of “macho” stuff, but the sight of you bleeding glass all over the street and on your insides, it just broke me down. Every instance that you got hurt, I got hurt too. And I know all those times when I just stayed inside you to be alone and to break down, I knew I wasn’t really alone. You were there to keep me safe from the world. You’re my Fortress of Solitude.

Remember the girls we brought to the malls? Remember the girls we brought home? Remember the girls we brought to places they haven’t been to before? Good times, good times.

I will always remember our sound trips. Our gimmicks. Our escapes from sticky situations. Our adventures through the expressway to Heaven and our misadventures through the highway to Hell. Our journeys. If you could only talk, I know you would’ve told me “You’re an idiot!” a million times already. Believe me, I know. Half the time, I’m this big jackass of an idiot. But you made me look cool. And I thank you for that.

We’ve had a lot of memories, man. We’ve been through a lot. You’re not just a black RAV 4 in my eyes. You’re a friend. My friends even talk about you like you’re a real person. That’s probably because I consider you to be one. Whatever happens in the next few weeks, I’ll always consider you a friend. If it were up to me, I’d like to keep you forever. I’d like you to be there when I propose marriage to The One. I’d like you to be there on my wedding day. I’d like you to be the one who’ll be with me when I bring my wife home from the hospital after she gives birth to our first child. I’d like to hear my teen son ask me “Dad, pwede pahiram si Fucker?” on his first date, and you to witness me tell him “Hell freakin’ no.” I’d like us to visit my grandchildren on Sundays. I’m still thinking if I’d like to conceive my children on your backseat.

It would be nice when everybody else is driving past our house in their flying cars, and we’ll just be there on our driveway reminiscing about the good old days. It would be nice if I get to keep you forever. It would be nice.

Yesterday marked my first month in my current job. What better way to celebrate it than to be a part of the team that promoted PinoyDVD (my current project) in the 4th Hi-Fi Show at the Mandarin Oriental in Makati? We got the chance to tell people who’re not aware of PinoyDVD what it’s all about. We got to sell a few DVDs too. And them’s some mighty fine DVDs. If only I had the time to watch full season DVD sets of Smallville these days, I would have purchased some myself. Anyway, we also got the chance to meet DVD enthusiasts, hobbyists, and casual fans. I think I’ve found my next sickness. But it has to wait because currently, my comic book sickness is still in high gear. Poor wallet.

This is my 3rd job. Not to diss my previous jobs and employers, but this is the first time that I’ve been really happy with what I’m doing. Not too long ago, I was thinking of just getting freelance work in the web development industry so I can just work at home and remove the hassles of the office. But now, I’ll be moving to an apartment near the office. I’m doing what I always wanted to do since I discovered the web. I’m doing exactly what I always aspired to do ever since I learned that people need jobs (right around the time I discovered that being a bum isn’t all that fun).

Not too long ago, I was in denial. I was angry. I bargained for a second chance. I was depressed. Eventually, I accepted the fate of my previous relationship. Dead. Going through the five stages of grief wasn’t fun. It was funny. You always have to find time to laugh at the world because, let’s face it, it always makes fun of you. An eye for an eye, World. Eye for an eye.

Not too long ago, it was always about what other people think. What other people do. What other people feel. But what about Baddie? There was a time when I did what I thought was right for me and the people around me. It’s time to go back to the basics. Time to bite the head off of Robot Clone Baddie and let Classic Baddie stick his bloody head in the jaws of the beast.

Accuracy of wants and needs. Faithful reproduction of the original and more. Absence of nonsense. Embrace positive enhancements. Fuck distortions. Open a new road based on initial vision. Pioneer. Be the first. Be the last. High Fidelity.