Yes yes. It's true it's true.

Go to google.com, then, on the search box field, type in "reg samson" (quotation marks included) then hit Google Search. This purty site will appear on the results page. Its the last result, but hey, its still the first page.



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Main Entry: stalk
Function: verb
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English bestealcian; akin to Old English stelan to steal -- more at STEAL
intransitive senses
1 : to pursue quarry or prey stealthily
2 : to walk stiffly or haughtily
transitive senses
1 : to pursue by stalking
2 : to go through (an area) in search of prey or quarry (stalk the woods for deer)
- stalk·er noun
(from the Merriam-Webster Online website.)

What if, let's say, you are stalking someone. According to the definition above, it has to be stealthy. In short, the stalkee should not know that she is being stalked, right? What if the stalkee, for some freakish coincidence, is also a stalker? And the person she is stalking is you? And if you are a good stalker, you should know each and every little thing she does, right? Which means, you know that she is stalking someone. And you know that she is stalking you. And in turn, if she is a good stalker, she would also discover sooner or later that you are stalking her. So now, you know that she knows that she is being stalked and in return, she knows that you know that she knows. Does this mean that this is consentual stalking? Is there such a thing as consentual stalking? Isn't that an oxymoron? Is my spelling of ''consentual'' correct? Is this even realistically possible? Wouldn't it make a good plot for a movie? Am I really that cute?

And no, I am not a stalker. Just wondering.

Game 7 tomorrow. I really want the Pistons to win this so that they may validate their claim as the Heavyweight Champions of basketball and prove that last year was no fluke. Have to admit, game 5 left a bad taste in my mouth. They could have been the only the second team to win all middle home games since the 2-3-2 finals format (the only team to have ever done this was them: the '04 Pistons). But since they lost that game and won game 6 at San Antonio, they can write history again: be the first visiting team to capture the title by winning games 6 & 7 on the road. I believe these guys can do it.

I'm counting on my man 'Sheed to step up again. His performance during the last 5 minutes of game 6 is enough to erase his game 5 booboo. To quote Thomas Wayne "Why do we fall down? So that we may stand up again"(or something cheesy to that effect).

My favorite photo from the finals:



IN YOUR FACE. LITERALLY. SORRY TIMMY.

... to go before Batman Begins. Eee. Don't think I've ever been this excited to see a movie (I've wet my shorts... haha). I already have two tickets for the June 15 screening and I don't know yet who's coming with me (sorry ladies... I'd love for y'all to come with me but with all my attention focused on the big screen, I'll only have room for one date). If no one comes with me, I don't give a (insert profanity). I could always go alone. And switch chairs throughout the movie so as not to waste the other ticket.



Sorry gotta go change my shorts.

My biased forecast for tomorrows Game 7 between the Pistons and the Heat:

Detroit Pistons over Miami Heat (with or without D-Wade).

Next stop, San Antonio. I almost pity the Spurs.



We'll all be seeing this image in the next few weeks.



HEED THE 'SHEED, FEAR THE 'FRO.

Broken Sonnet
by Hale

AND NOW I CONCEDE on the night of this fifteenth song
of melancholy, of melancholy
and NOW I WILL ADMIT in this fourth line
that I LOVE YOU, that i love you

I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY SAY
I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY DO

coz tonight i leave my fears behind
coz tonight I'LL BE RIGHT AT YOUR SIDE

the clock on the tv says 8:39pm
its the same, its the same
and in this next line i'll say it all over again
that i love you, that i love you

i don't care what they say
i don't care what they do

coz tonight i leave my fears behind
coz tonight i'll be right at your side
lie down right next to me
lie down right next to me
and I WILL NEVER LET GO, will never let go

i leave my fears behind
coz tonight i'll be right at your side
lie down right next to me
lie down right next to me
and i will never let go, will never let go

BUT STILL I SEE THE TEARS FROM YOUR EYES
MAYBE I'M JUST NOT THE ONE FOR YOU

everybody who knows me knows that i have this thing for action figures and graphic novels (ok ok... toys and comics). over the past two years i have spent a lot of time (and money) going around malls and specialty shops looking for that hard to find figure or just anything that i fancy at that moment. some people even say its already an obsession. i don't think so. its a hobby. just be thankful i use my money to buy stuff like that rather than drugs or other illegal stuff (that line works everytime).

anyway, so ive managed to compile my own little collection (you can see photos in a previous post). i even bought a glass case where i could keep these babies (yes, still not an obsession. better a glass case than a prostitute, right?). there. it was a beauty. i'd spend a few hours every weekend rearranging the toys' positions in the case. to cut it short, it was an obsession.

then i had to go back home to manila. i decided to leave the toys in the US because id be going back there anyway. ill get to see them again right? wrong.

april 28, 2005. my sister (who's in the US) was leaving work and she rang our friends. "oi birthday ni reg ngayon! kain tayo sa labas!" they decided to go home and dress up first. when she opened the door, our whole apartment was a mess. she lost her laptop, dvd player, digicam, and a couple dvds. ill give y'all one guess what i lost. happy birthday to me.

this is the last time ill be ranting about this.

(look, ma! no profanity!)

first time i saw the new pope on tv, my initial reaction was "kamuka nya yung bosing ni darth vader". in my defense, i was talking about appearance. it doesn't necessarily mean that the new pope is as evil as darth sidious... or is it too late to explain myself? is my name already etched in hell's logbook for my opinion? then somebody sent me this picture... (which i found hilarious... sorry) if im sentenced to eternal damnation, all of y'all who laughs, giggles, smirks, or even smiles, are coming along with me.



see y'all in hell.

im different. lots of people dread their birthdays coz it means theyre a year older (translation: theyre one year closer to THE finish line). unlike them, i actually look forward to my birthday just because it makes people think im an adult (coz i dont act like one). i have a mind of a 10 year old stuck in the body of what looks like a 16 year old. i guess thats why when people ask me how old i am, i always get the same response: "ulol". haha. im excited to grow older. and older. i wanna see how my life goes. do i fulfill my dreams of world domination? do i become just another cute face among the sea of faceless gits? or worse yet, do i screw it all up and have no choice but to live with my folks til im 63? but as much as id like to fast forward my life and go to the future, i am stuck here in the present, together with all those clinging to the past. cool.



im 23. ive not accomplished anything really really good that would make me stand out. ive not saved anybodys life. ive not changed or affected anyones life drastically.
...so far, so good...



Twenty Three
by: Yellowcard

I got to tell you that he waited all his life
For someone like you to come make the wrong things right
I know he didn't have the answers all the time
But you can't tell me that you've never told a lie

We're almost twenty-three and you're still mad at me
So much that I said to you and I want to take it back now
Twenty-three and it's so sad to me
You tell the world I'm dead to you
But I know you want me back now



Was it fun for you to watch him fall apart? (Watch me fall)
And suffocate him while you held him in your arms (in your arms)
I swear to God I wish he never let you in (let you in)
And I just hope we never hear from you again

We're almost twenty-three and you're still mad at me
So much that I said to you and I want to take it back now
Twenty-three and it's so sad to me
you tell the world I'm dead to you
But I know you want me back



Wasted on you (wasted on you)
Wasted on you (so much time I've)
Wasted on you (wasted on you)
Wasted on you
On you
On you

Twenty-three and you're still mad at me
So much that I said to you and I want to take it back now
Twenty-three and it's so sad to me
You tell the world I'm dead to you
But I know you want me back now

is she? or are her reasons valid? or maybe she's just making excuses. fucker.

FLAKE
Jack Johnson

I know she said it's alright
But you can make it up next time
I know she knows it's not right
There ain't no use in lying
Maybe she thinks I know something
Maybe maybe she thinks its fine
Maybe she knows something I don't
I'm so, I'm so tired, I'm so tired of trying

It seems to me that maybe
It pretty much always means no
So don't tell me you might just let it go
And often times we're lazy
It seems to stand in my way
Cause no one no not no one
Likes to be let down

I know she loves the sunrise
No longer sees it with her sleeping eyes
And I know that when she said she's gonna try
Well it might not work because of other ties and
I know she usually has some other ties
And I wouldn't want to break 'em, nah, I wouldn't want to break 'em
Maybe she'll help me to untie this but
Until then well, I'm gonna have to lie too

It seems to me that maybe
It pretty much always means no
So don't tell me you might just let it go
And often times we're lazy
It seems to stand in my way
Cause no one no not no one
Likes to be let down
It seems to me that maybe
It pretty much always means no
So don't tell me you might just let it go

The harder that you try baby, the further you'll fall
Even with all the money in the whole wide world
Please please please don't pass me
Please please please don't pass me
Please please please don't pass me by

Everything you know about me now baby you gonna have to change
You gonna have to call it by a brand new name
Please please please don't drag me
Please please please don't drag me
Please please please don't drag me down

Just like a tree down by the water baby I shall not move
Even after all the silly things you do
Please please please don't drag me
Please please please don't drag me
Please please please don't drag me down