Finally, my favorite Sergio "the Latin Snake" Mora wins The Contender competition and is the one man who did not get to hang his gloves on the graveyard wall. I have got to say that this series got me hooked (even the replays!) and thank God it ran over summer break or I wouldn't have been able to watch it. Though I had my doubts of him being able to make it to the finals since he wasn't much of a hard-hitter, but he is one heck of a smart and lucid boxer, proving there's more to the sport of boxing than just brawn...and he looked like he could use the money; and like the Sly said, "He deserves every penny of it".

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My dad tells me that that there is no room in this world for philosophy and romanticism. He tells me this over lunch, giving me a pep talk of sorts... something to do with me still being a dinosaur in college. Of course he means that I'm too much of a philsopher and a romantic...I will not contest the former, not too sure about the latter though. He goes on to tell me that way back when he was still in college, he never got the chance to choose what course he wanted to take, but in the end he still ended up pretty successful. He concluded that "love for what you do" is overrated and one can do without it. So how can I argue against that? I don't. But it doesn't mean I'm convinced...not by a long shot. So I'll just keep mum...I knew this kind of talk would come sooner or later, I guess time will tell what "truths" are in store for me.

And while I'm on the subject of parents, I've found out that mine bring out the worst in each other. My moms pretty ok when she's on her own and since I've been spending most of the summer with my dad, I can say that he's also in pretty much in a light mood without my mom around. So what is it that makes them tick? I have no idea. Could it be financial problems they always seem to argue about? (it might pay to marry a hot rich mama to get past this problem, hehe) I dunno. Or could it be that a promise of forever made 30 years ago is never really meant to last "forever"? I don't know. But thinking more about it scares me...maybe I am a romantic afterall.

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I try to soak up as much rays as I can when I can, from tv that is. Summer is about to end in basically a week and it's back to the busy city life of quezon city once again for me...bummer. I'm not really that excited to go back and I figure this would be the most uneventful(pertaining to sicial life, hehe) schoolyear for many reasons. But that's not what really bogs me down, it's the environment. I've been there over six years but somehow the general feel of the place still seems so cold and people seem so artificial (mostly). I love my trips hope, save for the fact that I have to be on an airplane to do so, because it somehows brings a sense of calm to me I cannot seem to find anywhere else. Sometimes I think I remember who I am and I get to breath alittle easier and think a little less darker, But when I get back... it's like there's this different person. Of course, this are things people will never really see or notice...but I know people go through changes and are never really the same all the time, everytime, anytime. I'm babbling again...

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"Hell is other people" -read this sign at the gate of a juvenile hall, hehe