The One with the Observations

Quickie entry, just to harp on about random things I've been thinking about over the past couple of days.

Firstly, something weird happened this weekend: I actually enjoyed the NBA All-Star Weekend festivities (well, as a whole anyways; it had some borespots here and there). This year's Dunk Contest was more in the vein of Vince's domination in Golden State eight years ago (HOLY SHIT, has it been that long?). It seemed more like a coronation ceremony for Dwight (FINALLY, making up for last year's highway robbery), but nonetheless, it was pretty entertaining. Also, the All-Star game actually featured effort from both teams! Hooray! All is right with the NBA!*

Secondly! Frente! - Bizarre Love Triangle. I was in the car, and Jess played this song from her iPod. I figured it sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why. Then I realized it was THIS song. Haven't heard this song since I was a kid, and I've always loved it. Now it's on repeat. Good times!

Everytime I think of you
I get a shot right through
Into a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine
But it's a problem I find
Living a life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
And everyday, my confusion grows
Everytime I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for that final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say

Thirdly, the four weeks worth of facial hair is finally goneskies. After nicknames such as "Captain Caveman," "Jesus" and "Ryan Gosling" (okay, so the last one was a little on the self-appointed side ) and days of irritation, I felt it was time for a change. Change which came in the form of an hour's worth of shaving. Note to self: the longer I put off shaving, the harder it gets to shave my beard.

Finally, this cracked me up. I like the song and all, but I chuckled to myself a little bit after seeing the title of the song and then reading the lyrics. Interesting!

That does it for me. Uni in two/three weeks! Anyways, over and out.

- marty..

*Provided my Lakers make it through all the injuries, and succeed in making Mitch Kupchak look like even more of a genius by winning the title this year.

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The One with the Photographic Evidence

Shit, I really need to start fixing up my sleeping patterns. Anywho! Last January 30th marked the ten-year anniversary of my family's move from Manila to Sydney. I was supposed to write this entry on the 31st, but me being me, I just couldn't be bothered doing it. But I guess it kinda works out, seeing as it's about ten DAYS since the ten-year anniversary, so it still kinda counts...right? Right? Anyone? No? No, didn't think so. Oh well.

Anywho! Ten years ago this May, I celebrated my tenth birthday, my first in Sydney. Here's a look-see at what ten-year-old Mart was like.

A few things to note about that photo:

• The proud father, beaming with pride.
• Fresh pair of Air Jordan XIIIs, young Mart. Funnily enough, by this time, I was roughly about five years deep into my sneaker game. Started early, son! Wish I'd kept all my old sneakers though.
• Wow, apparently I've been wearing yellow since I was a little kid.
• That haircut is just ill. Parted hair from the '90s, what up!
• The table seems EMPTY compared to other birthday parties. Did I just not eat a lot back then? No, can't be. This was smack-dab in the middle of my "festively plump" phase.
• That annoying "wide smile/closed eyes" combo I used to do in ALL my photos! Almost as annoying to look at as the "I AM THE UNDERTAKER, WATCH ME ROLL MY EYES INTO THE BACK OF MY HEAD" and "I'm gonna try and look as gay as possible whilst flipping the double bird" poses I used to pull back in the day.
• ROFL, I just noticed this. My legs don't seem to line up well with my body. OH! Body contortionist skeelz!

And so, in ten short years, I've gone from that chubby little kid, who you just KNOW has some annoying prank up his sleeve, to well, this.

Whoops! Wrong photo. Although a lot of people have mentioned that we look remarkably similar.

Anyways! My most recent photo.

Things to note:

• The three weeks' worth of facial hair makes me look infinitely older. And I love it.
• Comments I've received on the facial hair have ranged from "you look like a homeless person" to "it makes you look kinda rugged" (OH!) to "WOW, Martin has a moustache?"
• The messed up sleeping patterns are kinda obvious from that photo.
• Thankfully, I don't really look like I've been having extra servings. I thank the haircut!

I think moving to Sydney was the biggest thing to happen in my life, by far. If my folks hadn't decided to go for it, I doubt I'd be the person that I am today. I love them for it. Anyways, over and out!

- marty..

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