Baltar speaks!

"God loves you because you are perfect the way you are." - Gaius Baltar, Battlestar Galactica

Baltar's smokin' something fierce. Man this show gets really trippy sometimes but this episode was somethin' else. From Chief's "I will not make an angel out of someone who wasn't," speaking about his life, to Tori's pleasure and pain bit with Baltar and to Sol's fixation with number 6/his wife, we're in for a bumpy ride. Battlestar rocks. The characters are more messed up than I ever could be and that is why I watch this show haha.

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Mindfrak. Masaya ang mindfrak haha.

Show me

We are the intersection of who they see and who we want them to see. You see me. I show you me. In the end, what do you get?

Alone

Alone. That's how I feel.

When I'm strolling around Rockwell.
When I drive home.
When my phone doesn't ring.
When I play ps2.
When I watch Battlestar Galactica.
When I cheer for the Pacers.
When I type on this blog.
When I buy from Nutrilicious.
When I go to Filbar's.
When I have no messages waiting to be read. W
hen I wake up in the morning.
When no one says good night to me anymore.
When I sit in front of the computer as all the people in the house are behind closed doors.
When I read Nova.
When I take a nap right after lunch because there's nothing to do.
When I look forward to Attack of the Show.
When I play QuadraPop on my phone.
When I listen to music on my iPod.
When I talk to my classmates.
When I walk around school.
When I read Cracked, Basketbawful and Talk@Forums.


Even when I don't feel alone, I still am alone.

I AM...

Iron Man. This is the feeling I was supposed to have after Spider-Man 3.

How to describe Iron Man? Bone-chilling. Can't wait. Can't wait for the rest of the Marvel Universe to catch up.

Lotsa Things

1.) I got KOD-ed this past week. That stands for Kiss of Death, and yeah, it was that bad. Oy vey.

2.) Playoff picks: West: Denver over L.A. (Hell yeah I'm picking A.I. over Kobe), S.A. over Phoenix (Tim Duncan = G.O.A.T.) , Houston over Utah (yeah right; sorry T-Mac :( ) and NOH over Dallas (in 7 games though because Dirk will kick ass). East: Detroit over Philly (the former is better than you think, the latter is worse than you think), Cleveland over Washington (Um, LeBron is gonna be guarded by DeShawn Stevenson, yeah, that'll work), Orlando over Toronto (though CB4 will own DH12 just because he's been doing it for a minute). And Atlanta will beat Boston. Okay, no they won't but just in case they do, I called it. East semis: Cavs over Celtics (sorry KG :( ), Pistons over Magic. West Semis: Don't care really. All I know is, It's still gonna be the Spurs. Finals: Rematch of last year's finals with a different outcome. Spurs in 7. Why do I think it's gonna be a rematch? Because after these playoffs, teams are gonna be going "Oh sh*t." when they play the Cavs. LeBron will dominate. Period. He's not winning league MVP but that'll just make him even angrier. Losing in the finals though means that next year, he's averaging 34, 11, 11, 2, 2.

3.) I have a very tough decision to make. It will have drastic and dramatic effects on my life. Let's hope that this time, I make the right decision.

4.) Between Battlestar Galactica and Lost, that's too much awesome I can handle.

5.) SECRET INVASION!

6.) Can't wait for The Incredible Hulk and Iron Man.

7.) I love my Nintendo 64. Goldeneye, Mario Kart and Super Smash Bros. have aged wonderfully.

That's all for now, see ya round folks.

Wow

"Face it, tiger. You just hit the jackpot."

Nuff Said.

Damn

....*sniff*....

Oh well. There's always next year.

Today was a good day. (GO INDIANA PACERS GO!)

Daaaaaaaaannnnnnyyyyyyy Graaaaaaaangeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrr!!!!! I love you!

Even if Indiana does not make the playoffs this year (knock on wood), this team, I will forever LOVE the 2007-2008 Indiana Pacers. A scrappy, feisty, never-say-die and never-say-give-up group of glorified role players and super subs that took it upon themselves to bring it every night. IF ANY BODY ON THE PACERS EVER READS THIS, My name is Jeri Favis, I'm from the Philippines and you guys ROCK!

Yes, today's 85-76 victory over the Sixers was one of the two things that made me happy today. The other was of course beating the odds and getting (another) second chance to stay in M.E. Thank you Jesus.

I now eagerly await Math 151.






Waittaminute! Oh sh*t!

Happy

See that smile? Yeah, that's what it feels like to be really happy. One year later, I can still remember what it felt like to win. No more wishing for next summer, no more next year just...relief. And absolute joy.

Champions. I still can't believe it.



Enough now.

The End of an Era

For the first time since Grade 5, I am not looking forward to playing in the intervillage. That's like, a decade. A DECADE. Ten years of the greatest times of my life. I swear to you, apart from the rush I get on November 12 (the day before my birthday) and the euphoria of December 23 (the day before the X-Mas events get underway; the day when the Christmas break seems longest because you're already on vacay yet Christmas is still days away), the months of April and May are my favorite time of the year. I'm in bed, still wide awake even though I should be asleep just dreaming about the possibilities of the intervil. My brain just kicks into overdrive and I can't help but think about my teammates and the games and the park and my jersey...MY JERSEY! Oh how I miss you already. And game day! Oh game day! Everything that makes game day, game day is left to memory. The excitement and thrill of going to the park, putting on my uniform at home instead of doing so at the park, lugging around my jumbo jug, all of it is no more. I think I'm ready to cry. I'm just glad I finally won a championship last year. It felt great, winning it in my last year. First time was the last time! Haha. Amazing. Intervillage is just...wonderful.

Now, I have to move on. It's over. Time to grow up, Jeri. What you loved as a boy is gone. What you need as a man is just over that horizon. Go to it and don't look back. You can do it. And if you cry, well, that's alright. Losing something you love always makes you cry.

Hot Summer

No, the title is not in any way referencing the present climate.

Hot Summer is about a horse. A painting of a horse, to be exact. Let me explain.

There is a portrait of a horse above this computer I am using. This is no ordinary horse that was randomly selected by the artist to be his subject for some random painting one day. This horse is Hot Summer. He was, if memory serves me correctly, THE horse of the Favis stable back in the 70's. He was a magnificent race horse who won my grandfather a lot of races back in the day. As far as my father and his uncles are concerned, Hot Summer is part of the family. His portrait now sits proudly on the wall of the second floor of our house. (The artist is Roberto Balajadia--first and last time I'm ever gonna write his name.)

Hot Summer the horse. The Favis Horse. To me, that's just very cool. I mean, how many people can say that their family's history, their legacy was built around horses? Honored Hot Summer was one of the many horses my raised and bred back in the day. My grandfather was Horse Racing Commissioner of the Philippines for a time in the 70's or 80's I believe. There was even a race in his honor, which we attended. There was a trophy, even. These days? The ranch still proudly stands in Tigbao, Masbate.

Sorry for the very unusual post but the thing this, seeing Hot Summer's portrait everyday made me think about the legacy of my family.Where I came from. It's making me think about where I'm going. Where I'm heading towards. What's my legacy gonna be like? Will I have my own portrait one day hanging over my grandson's computer (or whatever computer-like device he'll own in the future)?

......

Yeah, that's too for ahead. I'ma go play 2k8 with my brother now. Haha.

Summer Post

What can I do to make this world remember the name (hey, that's it! the name of Mike Shinoda's OTHER rap group!), Jeri Favis. (Oops, nearly misspelled my own name.) Time is running out and there are still about 6 billion people out there who don't know who I am and that I have a horse-painting right in front of me as we speak (now they do).

Yeah I got nuthin'.

So much for that great idea.

Anyway, summer has started! Meaning it's hot, hot and hella hot on most days. The suckiest part? My break lasts 3 weeks! Wonderful right? Ack. The alternative is I fail accounting, get kicked outta M.E. and have a real summer va-cay. Damned if you do and damned if I don't, basically. But that's neither here nor there (really not sure what that really means but it sounds like I could use it now), so I'm just hoping for the best.

Secret Invasion is on! I cannot wait for it to come out. The preview pages are awesome. Leinil's art is solid on this one and the whole feel of the event is very, very scary. Kinda a scary time to be a hero in the MU. Not knowing who to trust, not knowing who to side with, who to fight. With Civil War, the line was drawn, pretty thick and pretty clear. With SI, you don't know where to draw it. Can't wait! Bendis has got a hit with this one, I'm sure of it.

What else? Hmm, been playing basketball since the break started. Instincts are still there, skills, not so much haha. Gotta play some more. Iron Man is on in a month! That movie is gonna be solid I betcha.

Anyway, gotta go! See ya in a bit!