IMINGcipation

The talk was done.

The wedding is done.

But you disrespected our marriage by refueling and insisting your biased and close-minded thoughts.

May God forgive you for keeping hold of your traumatized judgment upon us, believing we fornicated before marriage just because of your preconceived interpretation of one picture.

Again, a firewood doesn't have a brain.

I didn't try to outsmart anyone by bringing up the Obegyne challenge. IT was the only way to prove you wrong and we were both free-spirited to do it. (yeah, just to put you to shame).

The truth set us free and we shouldn't need this.

GOD KNOWS we are pure (remember the wedding-in-white resemblance?) in His eyes and with that we live free. It's not our fault if you're clouded with biased judgment.

Frankly, we both didn't want to invite you to our wedding but we conceded after you made ways to get noticed by offering my parents a BLUFFING helping hand.

OROCAN!!!

I have forgiven you but that doesn't mean I like you because I really don't, and I'm sure I won't.

Looking down on me like a firewood (or even like a fresh cut wood) was way too much (like you've known me for even a day ... boooo).

How about looking at your own backyard first? Because I smell UNFINISHED and BURNT wood.

If you got burned and traumatized by it, that's pretty normal BUT PLEASE DON'T SMUDGE your filthy ash on me/us.

Cats Can be Man's Best Friends

You are just a cat. How do I call you? Man's best friend? Cats have never been called so. I may not, too.

You don't watch, patrol and guard. You don't attend to tricks. You don't scare strangers and robbers away. Mostly you're passive and aloof. You scamper and mess up the kitchen. You scratch on the furniture and door jams.

You have a disgusting muck and piss our noses off! Yet why am I still keeping you? Why do I love caressing your smooth silky hair and carrying you in my arms? Don't you ever hate me for beating you up every time you loot food from our table? Why do I like to play with you despite all the painful scratch marks you leave on my hands?

Why don't you resent on me for not providing you the best meals? I don't really know if I could call you man's best friend. You don't shun me despite the unpleasant situations. I could not hear you talk back at me (but you do a lot of meowing for my attention, hehehe). It seems that for you everything is just a game of "hide and seek".

Should life be like that? I don't know. Maybe not. I would be the worst fool if I demand you an answer. But if only you can read this, I would like to say, "You, in some ways, take my blues away." Your purring , waggling tail, and playing around my room simply put a smile (or even a heart-full laugh) on my face.

You're almost more than a friend. You're my pet.

Set Designing

I don't have the profession in interior decorating or set designing but having the "art sense" running through my veins, I made up some good and simple set designing for a studio.

It's a volunteer job (and hopefully someday it wouldn't be) but it has a lot of fun involved. I have this knowledge that a room needs to be decorated using ONLY 3 colors/hues/shades. Black & white may not be counted (unless you want to) since they are not considered as colors.

I applied that knowledge to these sets that I will be showing in this article.

The furniture used are borrowed. Some colors added around are just made up by simple materials, like Japanese papers, art papers, etc. They won't be obvious anyway during the shoot.

So enjoy and you may add critics to each picture.

A Dream-Punch Come True

Pacquiao just won and knocked the effen Diaz out! Crazy as you think, it’s his punch that I have been dreamin’ of .. . to hit me. Yes, I know it’s the most foolish wish a fan would want to have; a taste of one legal punch.

I have never been to a real fist fight. I have few casual karate sparring when I was in gradeschool and highschool. They were done in the school backyard out of martial art enthusiasm.

This time it’s boxing. Specifically, it’s science. And to those who see boxing as brute rather than sport, yes it has science! Blame it on Manny Pacquiao, he made me discover a better science than the one I learned in highschool, hehehe!

(the belt and the swells in the face of the photo above is digitally manipulated)

Call it euphoria or too much fanaticism or just plainly idiotic to dream of a punch from Pacquiao, whose punch I might not be able to take, regardless of my junior welterweight size. But instead of being frustrated of not getting that feel-of-a-punch-from-Pacman dream, I opt to buying 2 pairs of nice professional gloves (and one used Mixed Martial Art gloves) to have an exercise-purpose boxing.

I tried Elorde’s Gym (by the way, I’m in Cagayan de Oro) but it was a bit costly at that time since I was a bum (and maybe I am still). So I picked on some friends and fooled them to jump on the wagon of my fanaticism — and I was successful.

We have been doing it every Saturday night. No head gears and mouth-pieces since we don’t need them with our agreed light punches.

But last Saturday night, (June 28), a big tall-enough friend Alex was there (tinkering on his laptop) and got curious while I was wrapping my hands getting ready for our sparring session.

He wanted to try and I let him.

Then he came with his really huge hard first punch. I managed to duck. He didn’t know our rules, or how everything should be as an exercise. I am about to tell him that he should not do it seriously but I chose not to. I thought, "whoa, he’s throwing serious wide punches! I’d better try this with him and see how I would take this new-guy punching syndrome."

It proved to me more than a challenge as he was widely-punching his way through me with really hard blows. I thought, "this is it!!!" I tried boxing (not fighting) him scientifically with everything that I’ve learned from reading boxing forums. I counter-punched him three times to his cheek. But that was after he hit me with one big blow on my CHIN!!!

I didn’t see stars but my world rocked like I was riding in a very small quick-rotating Ferris Wheel. I don’t know if I looked wobbly but I did survive that punch. But not without a deep cut in my upper-left lip. It’s swelling as of today. I guess this is the fastest way to have a pouted lips, hehehe! But not only that, I felt my upper jaw and my front teeth were misplaced or moved an inch to my right. Good thing they are perfectly safe and intact, except for one numbed and in pain front-tooth.

I smiled after that night and said, "wow, that really hurt me but what an experience! Could Pacquiao’s punch that hard?" Alex is about 174 lbs. and I’m the same, so that spells like we two welterweights (almost middleweights) inside a ring.

I did think of having a rematch but since he can’t finish a complete 3-minute round without catching his breath, I guess he’d lose anyway. I have the advantage of psychological & physical conditioning, hahaha!!!

My Manny Pacquiao dream-punch came true in the hands of a friend - Alex Perez!! It could be a lot harder with Pacquiao!!!

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