i got into a fight with this dude (and if you've been following me long enough, you'll know i never get in to fights. in fact, i've only punched one person in my life - and that was when i was little. i know, that's kinda lame. but i'm literally a peace loving person). and i was trying to hit his throat but instead, i hit his chin. somehow, that didn't faze him. he then got in to a position where his crotch was open for me to do a michael jackson kick. i tried to kick him but he blocked it somehow.

 for 20 minutes, i was relieved. 

if you've been reading my blog long enough, you'll know that i don't post stuff when:

• i'm busy
• i'm busy procrastinating
• i'm busy being depressed
• i'm busy being in love
• i'm busy trying to think

and all that. this time, i really am busy. so what's been up these last 3 weeks or so?

this new job has really been challenging for me, and you know i like challenges. it presents a lot of new things for me; things that could've been presented to me before, but i simply didn't want to do them. i didn't feel like it. i'm that immature.

but now, now that i feel like i'm up to the task (a few thousand bucks each month was the difference), i'm facing these challenges head on. i am gonna be trying hard to make it.

it's either that, or that my new office didn't give me internet access. you be the judge.

on another note, multiply has decided to become dicks and change their layout and stuff. as much as i love the social site that spawned a lot of new friends and acquaintances for me, i'll be leaving. i'm thinking of deleting my blog posts there and just be posting photos. right now, it's the only thing they're good for (and i think a lot of people would agree).

so farewell multiply. you've been a good friend to me. i have now decided to move on with my internet life. good luck to all your endeavors.

speaking of moving on, i think i might be ready to be in another relationship (relative note and this is the only time i'm ever gonna write about it: it's been a really rough 6 months for me. rougher than the first few weeks of our break up. breaking up with somebody is really hard; specially when you really didn't break up in the first place). another boy and girl relationship and i need to make that last. i am not getting any younger. sure, i'm only 25 but only a 30-year old would tell me that. the 20-year olds would be saying i'm old, and i kinda respect their opinion. (side note: lately, i've been finding myself hanging out with a bunch of 20-year olds. i'm thinking this is my real age bracket. however, i still love that i was born in 1983 and had the privilege to experience the 90s as child coming of age, instead of a baby becoming a child).

on that note, i'd like to tell everybody that this has been a depressing year. at least for me. first the break up; then, me leaving Dell; all the great personas dying; in a few weeks, i'll be leaving eastwood city. my friend recently pointed out how great the place is (she practically is saying that she's jealous that i'm living there). but, fact is, i just couldn't keep up to the life there. everything just cost a lot. i want to eat under a mango tree. i want to live 4 seconds away from EDSA. i want to be shacking up in the center of everything. i want to live in Cubao.

the spot to become my roommate is still open. send me a message if you're interested.email me.

i was at pasig this morning, on my way to my mom's. this poor cab driver was pulled over for breaking an absurd traffic rule.

how absurd? i was exactly in IPI during this saddening event. for those unfamiliar with this landmark, there's a right turn in the intersection of C5 and Ortigas ave. traffic officials, which includes a washed up police officer, gives you a signal on when you can only turn right. notice how i used 'only' between 'can' and 'turn'? it's because they don't tell you when to stop! the only way you'll know when to stop is if you've either noticed others do it. or if you've already been caught by one of these idiots.

unfortunately, the poor cab driver didn't know. now why do i keep calling this poor cab driver poor?

is it because of:

• his nervously fugly smile? as he was pulled over the copper (i said copper because the cop was old as fuck) he sported this uncertain grin which he perhaps thought would win the coppper's leniency in the matter.
• his dandruffy scalp? as he stepped out of his taxi, he was scratching his head which was a clear sign of flaky hair. either that or he was just really nervous.
• he was wearing an obscenely dirty shirt two sizes bigger than him while having a formerly white towel around his neck?
• his cab looks like it was new when cory aquino was on the 2nd year of her term?

none of the above. here's why.

after getting pulled over, 3 other private vehicles made the same violation on the traffic. all of which got away just by making hand gestures to the traffic officers. i was flabbergasted. bowled over. dumb founded. overwhelmed by the atrocious display of law enforcement these three traffic officers performed (or didn't).

that's why the cab driver was poor. and when you're poor, you get picked on. you get picked on because soceity lets the beautiful people be, and the weird looking ones suffer.

anybody interested in being my roommate?

i'll be starting to look for a new apartment this september, rent should range around 6k. strictly in the cubao area. cubao area, because cubao is awesome.

• i was watching A.S.A.P. yesterday at noon, i learned that i'm still not over Michael Jackson's death. they were singing some songs, and i was moved to tears.
• moved to the Sun network. Sun is bigger than a globe. and i'll pick intelligent over smart any day. plus, i save a lot of money.
• my dad just joined Facebook last week. i don't know why he joined, but i think it's the first social site he's joined. i think he's enjoying it too. my online life is getting smaller by the moment.
• i just realized the other night that whispering to somebody is one of the most sincere gesture a person could do. it has a sense of closeness to it. sort of like, hold hands. but you can't hold your best guy friend's hand, can you?
• controlled chaos and definitely random are both oxymorons
• did you know that movie extras are paid 2000 bucks a day? i think i want a new career.

no, i didn't grow up in the 80s or the 70s to have really seen how great MJ was. but, and this is amazing, in the 90s, i used to worship him.

but i never really was that big of a fan. i didn't when his birthday was. i didn't know he had three kids. i never memorized any of his songs. i'm still undecided on what my favorite song of his is.

but i have my moments.

when i was in 3rd grade, i was always excited to wear my white polo to school. coming home from school, i get in front of the electric fan and imitate MJ's thing in the black or white video. we even bought a VHS tape of MJ's videos. i can still see my 9-year old self getting amazed over his songs and his moves.

i did grow old though. i don't listen to his music much these days, but i'd still defend him on any conversation. exalt him as much as i can. because he's that great. you know how great he is? watch this, and see every body else's dance moves nowadays. timberlake, jabbawokeez, anybody.

and that's what makes something great. when you make something new, and everything else behind you obsolete.

do you remember any great dancer before MJ? exactly.

and it's not just the dance moves. he's got an unmatched charisma that raked in all those record setting feats. in fact, he's so great, he's still setting records from the grave! http://ycorpblog.com/2009/06/26/losing-michael-jackson/

so this is to the greatest pop star ever. and this is me, being a fan.

RIP Michael Jackson (1958-2009)

***note: this is a long post. but i'll tell you what to skip and when to continue reading. :)

i guess i've been too busy procrastinating these past few weeks. or maybe just uninspired to write something -- or just the opposite. but it's never too late, i guess, to give you updates of my sad little life. for those who are interested.

i'm starting on a new job this monday. i guess, i already told you that. i think i'm excited because the job required minimal interaction with people, which is the exact opposite of my previous role. also, it's a programming role, which makes it even more exciting. i get to do something that i studied in college. i guess my education won't go to waste, huh?

you know what? i'm excited about this job only because of the minimal human interaction.

that said, i absolutely hate the philippine government. and this is not because of the con-ass or cha-cha or whatever (because i'm mal-informed on those issues). i hate it because of the unchanging corrupt, flawed system it's been running on, and i don't think it'll ever change.

***this is where you skip a few paragraphs and search for "my point"

the other week, i went out with some friends. in one of their cars, i noticed a couple of media identification cards hanging on his rearview mirror which (to my surprise. because i really don't normally ask people stuff. i assume a lot and it gets me into tons of trouble) prompted me to inquire about it. well apparently, he's not media and only paid for it so he can get away with some traffic violations. and to top that, his front plate (and my other friend's plate) was a congress plate, which they acquired for only P3,000. and to paint you a picture of this plate's power: traffic police will ignore any violation you do, and instead give you a salute (because you're supposedly from the congress and all). yes, even on your coding day.

meanwhile, since i was preparing requirements for my new job and all, getting nbi clearance is also tad corrupted. to hit two birds with a single stone, i went home to my parents' house for my terminal vacation and to be near the nbi sattelite office in taytay. according to nbi.gov.ph, it'll only take 5 mins to renew an existing clearance. so i came waltzing, one early wednesday morning to the nbi office, only to learn that i needed, nay required, a taytay tax certificate (i'm from cainta). no place else. which meant i have to pay 22 bucks to the town of taytay instead of the "great" town of cainta (please know that i'm being sarcastic in the last sentence). and to top that (yes, i've used that phrase twice in this post already), i had to wait in a line so long, that i got my clearance thursday afternoon.

a rotten experience right? something i forgot to include in that anecdote is how i got my clearance. i didn't want to put it here, but i'm afraid you won't get my point in the end.

so after getting the cedula, they gave me a number (number 40, batch 2) for the clearance. it's sorta their solution to a longer line and lots of line cutting and other stuff. so i waited (against my will), until they called up number 35 of batch 2. (by the way, i left my iPod and this sequence wouldn't have happened if i had it on) i felt that 35 was the last number they'd call in the morning until they get back from lunch at 1PM (mind you, it was only 10:30AM and they probably projected  they'd end at 35 by 12noon). so i (uncharacteristically) approached the guy who seemed in charge (the same guy handing out the numbers and calling them) and told him asked him begged him if he could slop me into that last morning batch since i was only a few digits away and had to be somewhere (asleep) in the afternoon.

what he did, the solution to my predicament, was to despicable to write here. i would never have done it on my own nor could i ever condone it. it is very unfair to others and i think it's illegal too. did i mention despicable?

***you can continue reading here

and now finally, my point. the fillipino people are too lenient to run a government. it's too lenient that it's unfair to others who are not taking advantage of it. this lenience makes the system appear flawed and our officials corrupt. too much money and connections and family involved in the system.

however, this is what makes the filipinos great and universally likable. without it, we're just brown skinned nazis.

I’ve only known you as Bill. I saw you briefly in the Kung Fu: The Legend Continues series, but not in the original one. Nevertheless, you are still a Legend. You will always be remembered.

David Carradine 1936-2009

so i was watching orange county the other night, when colin hanks' character uttered the phrase "perpetually hung over from last night's party" of his older brothers antics. something to that effect. i got hooked on the word perpetual and started wondering what other things can be described as 'perpetual'. i don't remember coming up with something.

then a few minutes ago, i was somehow thinking of oxymoronic phrases:

• deafening silence
• sweet sorrow
• poor millionaire
  
• consistently inconsistent
• definitely maybe

oxymorons are cool. it's so cool, they make great band names

• top junk
• the living dead

and such.

now, since i have been pretty active here lately, i've chosen to change my site name to perpetual ending. which is an ode to a decent film, and to my indecisiveness.

p.s. i also saw the great buck howard this weekend. pretty decent too. which practically sums up colin hanks' acting career -- even without his father's name.

it made me smile, that day. it was figuratively the start of spring for me.

sun was up and smiling, staring down at me like bacon and pancakes waking me up on a sunday. birds were chirping. worms dancing. cockroaches hiding. i felt like singing. the perfect day to jog. it was really great.

five days later, at around eight at night, summer ended. the first drops of the rainy days fell on me as if an alarm on my celphone. i didn't really want to hear it, but it would haunt me for the next twenty minutes or so. birds are suddenly mute. worms suspends they're moves. 'roaches decided it was a sunny day outside.

who knows when the bad weather ends? maybe the end of the sixth or the start of the seventh. but who cares? rainy days are extremely hard for the active. as they want to continue moving around in adventures. forever missing the five days of spring.

i want one.

funny story. as you might know, i'm really bad at story telling so i'm warning you that you might get annoyed in the middle and just quit reading and click the multiply link on the top again. right now you're probably regretting the decision to click my post in the first place. "man, this guy never posts interesting stuff. he's too full of himself. why did i ever, in the name of THOR, click this link!!???".

but i assure you, this is funny.

so i interviewed for a programming job last night. it was actually sort of a formality, they asked a few questions, i didn't even need to impress them (but i still tried to anyway), i wasn't even sure what the job was in the first place. it was a case of a former colleague/friend needing staff, i just happen to be at the right place at the right time (i badly wanted to leave).

so after the brief "interview", after the high fives, flying kisses and all, i headed home as fast as you can say "rescinde". i texted my friend that i was going home. she replied and told me that she actually wanted to talk to me after my interview to straighten some matters (read: money). mind you, i was already half-way through the great great mmda footbridge, at 1am in the wee hours. i told her that i wasn't that far anyway, and would return back.

below this, in parenthesis, is what was going through my mind.

a security officer dressed in black greeted me. i could hear anything he was saying so i took off my left ear piece (man, i took off the left piece again. the guy talking to you is to the right, you ass). "Salariusa po? interview?" he inquired with a southern accent. I nodded to agreement (wtf?). then he pointed me back to the building and told me to just go straight to the lobby, while talking to his walkie. then another security officer followed me with his eyes as if thinking, "what did this kid do? he must've stolen something or whatever", then pointed back to the building (WTFF???). upon entering the building another security person asked me "kayu pu ba? por interbyuw?" (MUTHAFFFFFUUUUUUUU!!! what is the DEAL??) "opo ser, thanks! hehe".

well that was it. i was guessing, they were protective of their people that they have to extend the security unto the colorful footbridge of mmda. and they were polite as heck (moving to that company would be nice).

now where's the funny? here it is.

Q: How many kids with ADD does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Let’s go ride bikes!

p.s.
have i told you i've finally gotten a coffee name? you know, the name you use when the starbucks lady asks what your name is? my big boss (who's american and 6 foot 6 tall) uses Bong Santos. my cousin uses cookie and orders cookie. i have come up with RACECAR. hey look, a palindrome!

i hate casual filipino fans. seriously. they're an exaggerated keanu reeves character, only they clap once in a while. whatever happened to appreciation? aren't we getting our money's worth? aren't we here to have a good time? they flew 4000 miles just to get here, least we can do is give them a half-hearted standing o. balls. we are just as miserable as they are if we don't acknowledge their hardwork. double balls.

are we this lame? are we too lazy to stand up and clap once in a while? maybe dance a little? sing a long with the crowd? are we this painful as an audience? i'm thinking the best artists' (be comics, actors, singers, whoevers) careers would go down the drain if they do manila. i'm also thinking this is the reason we're not getting enough international acts here. we just have a reputation of sucking so hard at watching them.

let's see who's been here and what happened to them after visiting manila:

• rihanna and chris brown - chris brown beat up rihanna and posted nude pictures of her.
• incubus - released a greatest hits album
• fall out boy - bassist is a douche
• gilbert arenas -  missed the last two nba seasons
• thursday - wait, who's thursday?
• john legend - he was here?

pardon me for trying to be funny. but this is a sad fact for the filipinos. sure we are heartwarming and hospitable hosts (we frickin gave dave archuleta yellow mangoes for goodness sake). but is that the end of our fandom line? are we just gonna spend a couple thousand bucks to sit around and pretend we're happy?

in case you didn't know, this is tumblr. you must join and follow :)

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Name: charles
Nickname: charles, chacharles, oist, psst
Tumblr Name: blackhoodie (former names: blacksweater, chacharles)
Age: 25
Birthday: some day in december
Location: quezon city philippines
Current school/job: analyst
High school: felix memorial
Status: single (mabuhay)
Hobbies/Interests: i love entertainment (comedy, improv, stand up, etc), the internets, watching sports (basketball, volleyball, poker, etc), i’ll be the lead singer of any band, unnecessary knowledge
Random fact about you: my glasses aren’t graded
Do you smoke/drink: neither. i try to make ammends with my bad eating habits
Favorite Tumblr blogger: my tumblr crushes in order (bitchville, pelicanss, victoriaisamess, chayenne, planet-colors, grapedrinkseventy, circasurvivor). in the horizon are: cymumbles, wtfloserfacee, deathbydebauchery, madeldel, skyllo, etc.
Why Tumblr?: my number one site was multiply, then tumblr posts a lot of great pictures from all over these places i can’t go to. plus, it’s nice interacting with people around the world (even if it’s indirect contact)

hey gang, how's life treating you? my dear friend procrastination is on vacation that's why i'm writing something right now. but seriously, i've been busy. busy in other words, i've been hanging out in a different website. yes, tumblr. i think i'm moving there. i'm on the preliminary stages of pondering over it. i still love multiply though. but tumblr just feels right.

pacman and nievera
so what were your thoughts on manny pacquiao's win early this month? i am truly proud of the guy. i was speculating that he wasn't gonna win. but then he did, proving he's the best right now and to top it all off, he's pinoy. can't be prouder to be filipino right now. even folks from texas like him. even the mexicans like him, at least i think so lol.

in 2016 or 2022 he's gonna run for office. mark my words, he will. i already have the shirt.

martin nievera did a great cover of the national anthem. it was illegal though. but i thought it was great. and it took a lot of guts to sing it internationally with national attention. i don't think he should apologize for that though.

which brings me to something i've always thought of whenever i watch pacquiao's matches -- why aren't we allowed to rearrange parts of the national anthem? make a good arrangement of it, then have it approved. and the approving party has to consider if it's a good cover or not. and not be a horse on blinders. they really have to do something like this because the anthem is a really good song why not make it great? i'm just saying.

earphones
my karla has been running on a visually weathered earphone and i've been searching for a replacement. money has always been an issue so i really can't get an original replacement for it, although an original ipod earphone (i guess) is one of the things that makes this piece of equipment luxurious. and one of the main reasons i'm looking for a replacement is for image purposes anyway, so tell me where i can get a cheap imitation of the thing. please let me know.

work
things have been so-so at work right now. i landed the morning shift which gave me a ton of time for other things to do (like sleeping around doing nothing). i'm thinking of re-watching LOST, then get the latest season, i've re-watched a ton of will ferrell movies, i'm also thinking of seeing the Sopranos again. anyway, other than that, the company is facing legal issues right now. i really don't know how to feel about it right now, but what i know is that if the opportunity comes, i'm taking the severance package! yeah, i need fast cash. obviously to give way to some things in life that i want to have. a real camera, a new guitar, a new pc and a bunch of other stuff.

don't worry, i still have my responsibilities set straight. i'll only get those things when fast cash arrives.

good night
that's me saying goodbye for now. and i will leave you saying, "a broken clock is right, at least once a day"

but i really don't know what to say. i feel somewhat miserable. i feel a little confused. i don't really know what to do right now. i find myself staring at nothing and thinking about clouds and if i could ever touch one like from a parachute or something. i want to sing my lungs out and write new songs. but i'm thinking there's really nothing to write about. but then again why do i feel like ranting all the time. i think i need to learn skateboarding and be one of those kids who play at night and break their arms and legs all the time but their casts looks so cool so they do it anyway. i want to jog or run every night and sweat all the toxins and anger out of my system and produce a lot of endorphins. i want to look like i'm happy 'cause i clearly look really sad right now and a lot of people are noticing and want to talk to me about whatever but i really don't want to because i want to be happy and forget certain things that i sometimes blame myself for happening. there isn't enough sugar in the world right now.

i sometimes (when i say sometimes, i mean most of the time) discover some things about myself, ponder on it for a a bit, then completely forget about it afterward. so, in order to remember these things about myself, i give you: random thing, random things about me.

i've never been in a fist fight and don't have any grudges with anyone. i'm quite meek, you can even call me timid most of the time. i don't like confrontation, but i guess i won't back down on one if i know i'm on the better side -- or if i can defend myself. i hate violence, and my body probably can't take a beating anyway so i stay away from it.

i do think about a lot of things though. it's just not coming out of my mouth or manifesting in my actions. plus, i have this really bad habit of trying to please everybody.

that said, one of my favorite mottos of all time is "make love, not war." and to quote a local starlet "stop the war, not peace". it's a comment that was funny when she said it (in a bikini btw), but after a few years, it made sense -- at least to me.

**UPDATE: I *hate* violence, i don't *have* it. :)