There was a good point raised in this week's episode of Castle.
The climax of the episode, so to speak, happens when Captain Montgomery faces his good friend, the New York district attorney. By now we've figured out that he's had a hand in protecting he real culprit behind the murder of the daughter of a prominent family. Everybody thought it was some guy who robbed her car: turns out it was the victim's brother, who accidentally shot her while in the middle of a drug-powered joy ride.
The cover-up? The victim's family turned out to be major contributors to the DA's campaign for mayor of New York. Fearing he'll lose some clout, he decided to handle the case personally, pin an innocent person who found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time, and get away with it. But this being a television show, the bad guy had to fall sooner or later. Thus, the inevitable confrontation.
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3/29/2011
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3/28/2011
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Both of my hands are holding my iPod touch. The Twitter application (sorry, app) is open. There's a tweet I want to reply to, in the most unusual way imaginable. And by that, I actually mean a way I vowed I'd never do. So, instead, I compose that tweet in my head and let it go.
Good morning, private crush!
My mind races back to a conversation I had with Hazel a few months back. It was one of the first Twitter conversations we had. This was shortly (or maybe not, I can't remember) after I found her online, which was months after we first made acquaintances. So she talks about us being technically online friends despite meeting before, and I say, "we met once, not enough for me to gaze into your eyes..."
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Good morning, private crush!
My mind races back to a conversation I had with Hazel a few months back. It was one of the first Twitter conversations we had. This was shortly (or maybe not, I can't remember) after I found her online, which was months after we first made acquaintances. So she talks about us being technically online friends despite meeting before, and I say, "we met once, not enough for me to gaze into your eyes..."
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3/27/2011
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I think the only time I sang karaoke was, well... I don't really remember when. I just remember that it's in one of my parents' friend's houses, and I was somehow goaded into singing Westlife's Season in the Sun because I knew the song. That, and I thought it was the perfect opportunity to show off to everybody. Hey, I actually know this song, the same way I know all the words to Michael V.'s Sinaktan Mo Ang Puso Ko!
Since then I never wanted to sing karaoke again. It's not that I don't know any of the songs - actually, whenever my relatives take the microphone during family reunions I end up realizing that I know particular songs. It's just that I can't be bothered, the same way I prefer not to swim even if I already took swimming lessons. My cousins sing newer songs - I remember one of my cousins singing All The Small Things during one of those overnight resort activities - but I think the idea of being able to sing, say, Bamboo's Hallelujah on Magic Sing is a little iffy. And I know I'll humiliate myself with older songs, even if I grew up with them.
Thus I'm a little amazed at how fearless people can be when it comes to singing. Oh, you're talking to a Filipino too - and I can attest to the fact that Filipinos love to sing, which explains all those singing competitions. So am I afraid to be humiliated? Kinda - but it's more of me not wanting to be bothered. Besides, I'll only sing karaoke in front of relatives I see around seven times a year. It's not like we live in a literally tight community, where neighbors can hear us belt our hearts out, right?
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Since then I never wanted to sing karaoke again. It's not that I don't know any of the songs - actually, whenever my relatives take the microphone during family reunions I end up realizing that I know particular songs. It's just that I can't be bothered, the same way I prefer not to swim even if I already took swimming lessons. My cousins sing newer songs - I remember one of my cousins singing All The Small Things during one of those overnight resort activities - but I think the idea of being able to sing, say, Bamboo's Hallelujah on Magic Sing is a little iffy. And I know I'll humiliate myself with older songs, even if I grew up with them.
Thus I'm a little amazed at how fearless people can be when it comes to singing. Oh, you're talking to a Filipino too - and I can attest to the fact that Filipinos love to sing, which explains all those singing competitions. So am I afraid to be humiliated? Kinda - but it's more of me not wanting to be bothered. Besides, I'll only sing karaoke in front of relatives I see around seven times a year. It's not like we live in a literally tight community, where neighbors can hear us belt our hearts out, right?
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3/13/2011
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So I'm being told, "there's no reason to be jealous." I wonder why. There is, contrary to what's said, many reasons to be jealous. And I'm not thinking of how glamorous the life they're living is. In fact, I couldn't give a toss about whether it's glamorous or not, although that would be an interesting bonus. Also, it never factored in.
"It's not fun," they tell me. "It's lots of hard work. You don't get time for yourself."
"Actually," I say, "we're all not supposed to have time for ourselves, sooner or later."
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"It's not fun," they tell me. "It's lots of hard work. You don't get time for yourself."
"Actually," I say, "we're all not supposed to have time for ourselves, sooner or later."
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3/11/2011
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Saturn and I were joking about it a few days ago. With the frequency of earthquakes around the so-called Ring of Fire - one in New Zealand, one in Japan, one in the Philippines, almost simultaneously - I quipped that, at this rate, everything around the Pacific Ocean will break off the planet and exist on its own.
Of course, recalling that story right now seems awfully inappropriate. But my point's somewhere in the details. Saturn's in Montreal, and I'm in Manila. Saturn came from the Philippines, of course, and he's got relatives in the far-flung provinces. I was online when he heard of a minor earthquake strike the country - I can't remember where; I think it was in Mindanao - at the same time a fairly strong earthquake struck Japan. I told him we were fine. And then we cracked the jokes.
Today was no day for joking. Japan was struck by another earthquake - a magnitude 8.8 earthquake. Or 8.4. Or 8.9. The figure depends on what channel you're watching, but it's still a scary thing, a really scary thing, since the earthquake that triggered the 2004 tsunami in the Indian Ocean was just a magnitude 8, if I remember correctly. Although, maybe, if you're getting too stressed at the figures, a little joke could go a long way.
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Of course, recalling that story right now seems awfully inappropriate. But my point's somewhere in the details. Saturn's in Montreal, and I'm in Manila. Saturn came from the Philippines, of course, and he's got relatives in the far-flung provinces. I was online when he heard of a minor earthquake strike the country - I can't remember where; I think it was in Mindanao - at the same time a fairly strong earthquake struck Japan. I told him we were fine. And then we cracked the jokes.
Today was no day for joking. Japan was struck by another earthquake - a magnitude 8.8 earthquake. Or 8.4. Or 8.9. The figure depends on what channel you're watching, but it's still a scary thing, a really scary thing, since the earthquake that triggered the 2004 tsunami in the Indian Ocean was just a magnitude 8, if I remember correctly. Although, maybe, if you're getting too stressed at the figures, a little joke could go a long way.
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