Moving Time
No bracketed taglines for now.
It's not that I'm discontented with BlogDrive, but I kind of figured that maybe it's high time for me to move to another blog-hosting service. These past few years have been great, I can tell you that, but for now, it's time for Marocharim to move.
I'm keeping this account active as "Original TMX:" I think for all that it has gone through and purposes it served for three years and 1,315 entries (including this one), it should stay just as it is.
Basically, The Marocharim Experiment just moved here:
http://www.marocharim.com
For all the...
The Week in Showbiz
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It's a good thing Mariel Rodriguez was sent home after a long-overdue stay in "Pinoy Big Brother Celebrity Edition 2." I thought this was going to be the end of watching "Wowowee" with Pokwang being forced down my throat, but nope: it seems that she's there to stay.
I have nothing against Pokwang personally, but as a viewer, I won't put up with more of her hosting style that reminds me ever so much of late-night comedy bars: she reminds me of a female version of Joey de Leon. True: while "Wowowee" demands a palengkera attitude (even that gravitas infected Nikki Gil...
Desperado
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There are things I really, really want to do when I put everything on the line, going at it tooth-and-nail. Some of my friends say that I am at my best when I take to my fighting form, when my self-imposed desperation takes the better of me. Like my thesis: to be honest, I was a walking act of desperation during those days.
And here I am in yet another desperate attempt: making a technical paper that condenses my 366-page thesis into eight pages for submission to an international conference. I've been at it for a couple of weeks now, and somehow, I'm nearing that...
Talking to Mama
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"The grass is always greener on the other side," so they say. Of all the many things I know about all sorts of grass, there's always a different view from where you stand.
Somehow, I still have the distinct advantage of having to talk to my mother on a face-to-face basis every day. At least it works that way for me: an interaction mediated by air. I take it for granted, perhaps even take it as an annoyance, that I can talk to my mom whenever I feel like it. But for others, it's different: for the kid beside me, it's having to talk to her Mommy through a headset...
