Japan Japan

I am almost born Japanese – This is how I feel.

I don’t know, but I have this warm feeling about Japan

and all of the things that emanates with and from it.

Not that I don’t like being Pinoy or anything,

but Japan just feels so close to my skin.

I like Japanese food. I like the way that the dishes

come clean to the taste and the flavours are very eclectic.

Many friends I know would not dare put raw fish in their mouth,

but I just love the genius preparations of their food.

I am so inspired by Japanese architecture.

I am very keen on their principle of minimalism.

The simple interiors and the subtle presentation of accents

are just so nice to see, I can just imagine living within it.

The Japanes principle on running any system is also fascinating.

It is not too deep of mechanical –

Remove the useless: simple principle that works wonders.

We can’t deny the fact that Japan is leading the world economy.

I just want to witness the cherry blossoms.

I want to see this side of nature’s majesty.

From today, until forever

I will start my project Japan Japan Save up!

The 26th of November

All the love my deary.

Late Happy birthday Santino!
from your proud Ninong/Tito

Efren Penaflorida

Euphoria, is there such a thing? In this day and age, is it still possible to experience genuine elation? Is happiness still easy to achieve?

Human is naturally uncontainable.
Human needs grow as our capability to have our resources grows.

In a world where money and power prevail, would idealism still work?
Will humanity still prevail?

Well, I may not have the Nirvana of elation right now, but I still owe it to myself to stay clear and naturally elated.

Now we, as a nation has something to be genuinely happy for and it comes with a name

Efren Penaflorida, a Filipino - CNN's 2009 Hero of the Year

The End of Oprah

Well, looking at the silver lining of it all, we are excited for the new Winfrey show that shall air on her own network, with a very fitting name OWN (Oprah Winfrey Network).

Inspiration

Inspiration is our drive to continue living and leading ourselves to things worthy of our existence.

Inspiration is beyond concepts and tangible stuff, it is that natural drive that excites you. It is the adrenaline that never dies. It’s not just happiness, it is fulfilment.

Inspiration is Manny Pacquiao proving to the world that Filipinos can break away from stereotyping.


Inspiration is 2012’s plot that bites some significant segments of reality. It makes you think how human can be so resilient just to get ahead, but then again the movie simply wants to evoke humanity.


Inspiration is episode 9 (season 1) of Glee. I have this heart for the underdogs, but the story did not overuse the idea of compassion and empathy, it deliberately injected logical reasons on how we should treat each other as equals.


Inspiration is the old lady that I always see in my daily commute. I believe she’s on her late 70’s, but she’s always in the road selling some pasteurized milk. I would always see her eat her plain rice from a plastic she keeps in her pocket. I could just imagine the struggle she has that forces her to work, instead of staying home. I’m not even sure if she has a home.

And finally, inspiration is the upcoming music compilation of Francis M and Ely Buendia. I was in the Rock awards last time, and it made me realized just how Francis M made being Filipino a cool proposition. The local artists are the real definition of our talent. Sell out or underground- it wouldn’t matter. Every local beat is an honor to our culture.



I would include the 40 years of Sesame Street as one of my inspiration, but I thought it would kill the flow of drama, so forget I even mentioned them.

Green Three

Prelude: I don’t care what you think, but I will tag this article as my 2^nd year Blog anniversary post. (2^nd anniversary commenced last October 22)

Hello again!

This is is like a cycle,

I’ll get busy and forget updating my blog.

Then I will find some significant reason (or excuse) to revive it.

Oh well, going back to the first day I started this blog,

I recall that my aim was to kill some slack time.

But things have changed.

(Try to get emotional, and then proceed)

I want this blog to have its purpose.

I won’t stop with mere SEO,

this time, I want this blog to reflect me.

I won’t push with efforts to get the news first,

but I would always try to update you with essentials of an urbanizta.

Also, I want to broaden the voice of this blog.

It may look laid back and casual, but you can expect substance.

Now, I have to stop creating promises and just move forward for the 3^rd year of this blog.

Yes, I typed it right!

Hold on to your crotch, I mean your keyboard as we go and stride towards

the beautiful expectations I have for The Menace Year 3.

I would like to tap the backs of those people who continuously read this blog.

You guys know by heart how much I appreciate your daily hits in this tiny

space of blogosphere.

Now, I gotta rest, some indulgent specie actually turned off the lights and Im having a hard time composing more words. Besides, I know you don’t want to read me for more than a minute. So go, close your browser, fix your nose and get a life!

3 TIMES THE MENACE

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I recall a twit I made last time saying that a long time of

not having blog updates means I’ve been working really hard.

And so was I.

I missed a lot of events because I have deadlines to beat.

I actually passed on some happy moments just to comply with work.

I am not complaining.

I just find it so consuming and sometimes, inappropriate.

But, I look at the other side and I see some bright points.

I am distracted.

Focusing on work makes me forget issues that are way unnecessary.

Having to meet a lot of deadlines make me stop caring about things.

I like being detached.

Separated from thoughts that will just waste my time.

Away from people who only see what you have, and that’s it.

I look forward to more work.

If it means more challenge and more beautiful outputs.

If it means moving along and having a new perspective in life.

Let me work until work gets tired of me.