give me three more days to consolidate my thoughts and i promise the next entry will be more cohesive. what happened in all of the days i've not been posting anything?
june 2008. moved in to a new place in paranaque. i abandoned my comfort zone, makati, making it a little difficult to go to my (new) work but the happiness that i come home to makes the general idea of paradise vague and pale.
july 2008. i started working for e-trade financial, located in my posh dream tower, rcbc plaza.
august 2008. wall-e is a best picture contender.
as of this writing. i am 23 (inches, which is my waistline) years, 11 months old with a punch-drunk love attitude, new sets of friends, a championship record in need for speed game, an unbelievable appetite for poker and a commitment to finish ayn rand's the foutainhead before september ends.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
if you are truly masochistic
then you would endure
seeing her name
in the list of my
dialled numbers
that in the interpretation of the arts
she, a winner
and the lies i feed her
so i can discard you
after our six lonely beers
get emptied together.
seeing her name
in the list of my
dialled numbers
that in the interpretation of the arts
she, a winner
and the lies i feed her
so i can discard you
after our six lonely beers
get emptied together.
while i write verses on your leg
i paused to look at
eva green
bleeding in the kitchen.
it was a beautiful reminder
of our first encounter.
eva green
bleeding in the kitchen.
it was a beautiful reminder
of our first encounter.
Friday, May 9, 2008
off the beaten path: camiguin's white island
white island and childbirth have one thing in common: they are both miracles. this inhabited white sand bar, which changes its shape depending on the tide has the mt hibok-hibok as its glorious backdrop. the best time to see white island according to travelers is in the morning, but we did better. we arrived morning and stayed all day, and so we were able to see how some parts of island appeared, disappeared and reappeared.
the next best thing in the white island is the fresh seafood. there are stalls situated in the island and the locals station themselves very early morning to cook for the tourists who arrive there. we treated ourselves to a tuna belly and liempo; note that food here is cooked by the kilo so it can be a little expensive. but you starve for fresh foods in manila, so it's worth it.
as with any tourist attractions, expect to meet foreigners. my expectation though has one extra surprise -- i met a french couple who found my love for the camera delightful.
and now for the real reason for this posting this entry -- feed my narcissism. enjoy the pictures.
the next best thing in the white island is the fresh seafood. there are stalls situated in the island and the locals station themselves very early morning to cook for the tourists who arrive there. we treated ourselves to a tuna belly and liempo; note that food here is cooked by the kilo so it can be a little expensive. but you starve for fresh foods in manila, so it's worth it.
as with any tourist attractions, expect to meet foreigners. my expectation though has one extra surprise -- i met a french couple who found my love for the camera delightful.
and now for the real reason for this posting this entry -- feed my narcissism. enjoy the pictures.
off the beaten path: captivating camiguin (an overview)
it was in 2007 while visiting nelie and his then-fiance keith (they are now happily married) in ascott hotel (the new oakwood) that i saw pictures of camiguin in a travel magazine. it looked like the garden of eden. and while some magazines lure you to visit places with adobe-enhanced pictures, the ones that show what to expect in camiguin don't do justice on what it looks like in real life. so together with my best buddies oliver and mikael, we journeyed to the far south of the country to discover that there is something incredible about the philippines after all. except, of course, ourselves.
we bade manila adieu wednesday twilight and spoiled ourselves in the smoothest ride of our life thanks to the philippine airlines. it is spectacular to watch sunrise when you're thousands of feet above sea level and you need to bow your head down just to see the clouds! they even gave us newspapers to read (not back issues of magazines) but i was too distracted by the sexy voice of our captain-in-charge ian del castillo.
going to camiguin is like the muse that you always wish you'll have and you're ready to contend with the labors of love. its gateway is cagayan de oro, and from there you have to take a 2-hour bus ride to balingoan and a 1-hour ferry ride from balingoan to benoni pier. easier said than done. i can't help but think, why didn't i bring my ipod touch?
but once you've taken that first step to camiguin soil, you forget your sleeplessness and you just brim with excitement. you know you've left the polluted air, your pessimism about people and you welcome the smiles of the natives and the breaking of the waves.
[our stay in camiguin lasted six days and we explored the e.n.t.i.r.e. island, all of which will be discussed separately in greater detail.]
we bade manila adieu wednesday twilight and spoiled ourselves in the smoothest ride of our life thanks to the philippine airlines. it is spectacular to watch sunrise when you're thousands of feet above sea level and you need to bow your head down just to see the clouds! they even gave us newspapers to read (not back issues of magazines) but i was too distracted by the sexy voice of our captain-in-charge ian del castillo.
going to camiguin is like the muse that you always wish you'll have and you're ready to contend with the labors of love. its gateway is cagayan de oro, and from there you have to take a 2-hour bus ride to balingoan and a 1-hour ferry ride from balingoan to benoni pier. easier said than done. i can't help but think, why didn't i bring my ipod touch?
but once you've taken that first step to camiguin soil, you forget your sleeplessness and you just brim with excitement. you know you've left the polluted air, your pessimism about people and you welcome the smiles of the natives and the breaking of the waves.
[our stay in camiguin lasted six days and we explored the e.n.t.i.r.e. island, all of which will be discussed separately in greater detail.]
Friday, April 18, 2008
the things i think about while i’m at my last day in the office
...as i've no work left to do and i’m just staring at my monitor, i'm thinking today’s a good day to retreat back to my old writer self.
javier bardem ties up with dennis hopper (blue velvet) as my favorite villain. if you’ve watched mar adentro (under the english title the sea inside ) and then you watch his topnotch performance in no country for old men the character transformation is outstandingly astounding!
i like no country for old men because it shows you that sometimes, even the movies need more than two hours to defeat evil. sometimes, evil just escapes.
U2 in 3D is a mind-blowing experience! the songs to download: bloody sunday, sometimes you can’t make it on your own and where the streets have no name. the only major drawback is that i feel chained to my seat. their rendition of with or without you during the encore ignited all repressions and i just want to get up from my seat and scream and join the live crowd. nonetheless, it’s the closest that i can get to experiencing the actual concert. i swear i really felt as if bono was looking directly at me.
i want to write a poem that starts like this:
the chrysanthemums in the garden
do not bloom
in may
today is my last day at work. i am going to create a separate article for that, but it just occurred to me that resignation is the sum total of gloom and nostalgia.
javier bardem ties up with dennis hopper (blue velvet) as my favorite villain. if you’ve watched mar adentro (under the english title the sea inside ) and then you watch his topnotch performance in no country for old men the character transformation is outstandingly astounding!
i like no country for old men because it shows you that sometimes, even the movies need more than two hours to defeat evil. sometimes, evil just escapes.
U2 in 3D is a mind-blowing experience! the songs to download: bloody sunday, sometimes you can’t make it on your own and where the streets have no name. the only major drawback is that i feel chained to my seat. their rendition of with or without you during the encore ignited all repressions and i just want to get up from my seat and scream and join the live crowd. nonetheless, it’s the closest that i can get to experiencing the actual concert. i swear i really felt as if bono was looking directly at me.
i want to write a poem that starts like this:
the chrysanthemums in the garden
do not bloom
in may
today is my last day at work. i am going to create a separate article for that, but it just occurred to me that resignation is the sum total of gloom and nostalgia.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
coming soon this april
my countdown to freedom has begun. and more exciting adventures are way ahead!
12 april. no country for old men and the other boleyn girl.
13 april. U2 in 3D in imax theatre
17 april. my last day in the office.
23-30 april. a 7-day sojourn to camiguin!!! =)
12 april. no country for old men and the other boleyn girl.
13 april. U2 in 3D in imax theatre
17 april. my last day in the office.
23-30 april. a 7-day sojourn to camiguin!!! =)
Sunday, March 23, 2008
proudly presenting
with no make-up, no script, no boom mic and no artificial lights, we share with you our pagudpud adventure in motion picture!
roll it, youtube!
roll it, youtube!
Friday, February 22, 2008
spark (a short story)
it was two past midnight, and it was at this precise hour that five people -- four men and a woman assembled themselves underground. although everyone knew each other by name, there was hardly any greetings; the rule of this gathering was that nobody talks until his or her mind was prepared. everybody simply took his or her seat; one sat beside a mulholland drive poster, the other next to a coffee table which contained a sherlock holmes manuscript, the other two -- a couple -- sat side by side on the divan and last attendee situated himself in the sofa corner filled with scattered bloomberg magazine subscriptions. there was nothing audible but the clicking of pens and for ten whole minutes their minds drifted and wandered and these five members gazed at anything -- the dark blanket sky outside the window, the dust on the panes, the cheese in the kitchen.
the third member produced a roll of paper from his bag, shared it with the group, and everyone fell in silent concentration. for a moment, their eyes averted each other's; each one was focused in reading its signature and studying its contents. they were particularly drawn to its contained promises, highlighted in brown. it was the girl who stood up, reached for her handbag and burned the paper. the other four watched the process, and inside they felt revolutionary and joined in. they held the paper close to their hands, tightened their grip, and altogether they watched in awe as the little flames swallowed the paper and everything it represents.
the mood started to warm up, as does the weather inside the room, despite the howling winds outside. the room lit up and the couple started to hum a damien rice/lisa hannigan duet, the other three engaged themselves in a serious banter and exchanged thoughts about politics, finance, and neo-classical literature while the roaches danced above their heads.
the members breathed into the polluted air and savored their creative enlightenment.
above them, the streets quiet and empty, the children dreaming, the farmers getting ready, the world all in all cynical, unaware of the five members’ little achievement. the non-members of this gathering meet our five heroes everyday, and they call their gathering with a more popular, less imposing name – smoking.
note: this is my first (renewed) attempt in writing a short story after eight years, the last one that i composed was written in 3rd year high school when the class was assigned to compose a sequel on our favorite short story.
the third member produced a roll of paper from his bag, shared it with the group, and everyone fell in silent concentration. for a moment, their eyes averted each other's; each one was focused in reading its signature and studying its contents. they were particularly drawn to its contained promises, highlighted in brown. it was the girl who stood up, reached for her handbag and burned the paper. the other four watched the process, and inside they felt revolutionary and joined in. they held the paper close to their hands, tightened their grip, and altogether they watched in awe as the little flames swallowed the paper and everything it represents.
the mood started to warm up, as does the weather inside the room, despite the howling winds outside. the room lit up and the couple started to hum a damien rice/lisa hannigan duet, the other three engaged themselves in a serious banter and exchanged thoughts about politics, finance, and neo-classical literature while the roaches danced above their heads.
the members breathed into the polluted air and savored their creative enlightenment.
above them, the streets quiet and empty, the children dreaming, the farmers getting ready, the world all in all cynical, unaware of the five members’ little achievement. the non-members of this gathering meet our five heroes everyday, and they call their gathering with a more popular, less imposing name – smoking.
note: this is my first (renewed) attempt in writing a short story after eight years, the last one that i composed was written in 3rd year high school when the class was assigned to compose a sequel on our favorite short story.
Friday, February 8, 2008
9 of the little things that i cannot do (but most people can)
[writing while the smiths pleads please please let me get what i want ]
confidence one notch down, i admit the following:
1. i cannot identify constellations.
even if you point at the stars in the sky, how will i know if we're looking at the same star?
2. i cannot read maps.
i have no sense of direction. and i get distracted with those legends like yellow is supposed to be the railroad, red the business center, blue the main road, etc.
also, if we're on the car and you turned left, then right, then another right; i don't know how to go back.
3. i don't drink milk and coffee.
people i know well say that i am the epitome of all irony. i came from the coffee province but i don't drink coffee. i love cheese but the smell of milk alone makes me vomit.
4. i cannot sleep right away.
i have great difficulty sleeping. there was a time when even sleeping pills don't help.
5. i don't understand linear perspective.
my god, don't even come close to me with a drawing board and a t-square! i cannot draw a box (yes, just a box) in its ortographic and isometric projection.
6. i cannot draw at all.
i don't think stick figures qualify.
7. i don't eat the following: sushi, the chiken skin in fried chicken, chicken nuggets in mcdonalds, pasta with cream sauce, oysters and anything that sounds exotic.
8. i don't like computer games.
i don't want to be one of those zombies in the internet cafe.
9. i cannot make myself love windows pc.
i confess, the apple topics are probably the only discussions in the world where i become close-minded. i just cannot tolerate windows' complete lack of taste.
"our friends up north (microsoft) spend over five billion dollars on research and development and all they seem to do is copy google and apple."
"unfortunately, people are not rebelling against microsoft. they don’t know any better."
- steve jobs, chief executive officer, apple inc.
confidence one notch down, i admit the following:
1. i cannot identify constellations.
even if you point at the stars in the sky, how will i know if we're looking at the same star?
2. i cannot read maps.
i have no sense of direction. and i get distracted with those legends like yellow is supposed to be the railroad, red the business center, blue the main road, etc.
also, if we're on the car and you turned left, then right, then another right; i don't know how to go back.
3. i don't drink milk and coffee.
people i know well say that i am the epitome of all irony. i came from the coffee province but i don't drink coffee. i love cheese but the smell of milk alone makes me vomit.
4. i cannot sleep right away.
i have great difficulty sleeping. there was a time when even sleeping pills don't help.
5. i don't understand linear perspective.
my god, don't even come close to me with a drawing board and a t-square! i cannot draw a box (yes, just a box) in its ortographic and isometric projection.
6. i cannot draw at all.
i don't think stick figures qualify.
7. i don't eat the following: sushi, the chiken skin in fried chicken, chicken nuggets in mcdonalds, pasta with cream sauce, oysters and anything that sounds exotic.
8. i don't like computer games.
i don't want to be one of those zombies in the internet cafe.
9. i cannot make myself love windows pc.
i confess, the apple topics are probably the only discussions in the world where i become close-minded. i just cannot tolerate windows' complete lack of taste.
"our friends up north (microsoft) spend over five billion dollars on research and development and all they seem to do is copy google and apple."
"unfortunately, people are not rebelling against microsoft. they don’t know any better."
- steve jobs, chief executive officer, apple inc.
9 of the most annoying grammar lapses
“the usage of correct grammar and good style is the hallmark of an educated (in grammar and writing) mind and disciplined (in grammar and writing) thought. as such it should recognized and encouraged. its absence should serve as a warning to readers and listeners of a concomitant lack of rigor in development of any underlying premise.” -- anonymous
let us start with two of, by far, the most irritating errors:
1. the use of your and you're
"your" is a possessive pronoun. "you're" is a contraction of "you are". it is very simple to understand; it doesn't take a genius to remember it and put it into practice.
so don't say, your my friend.
or, you're smile....
example: your writing is compromised if you're always using your instead of you're and vice versa.
2."did" is always followed by the present tense of the verb.
incorrect: after all, he did talked to the judge.
correct: after all, he did talk to the judge.
3. the subjunctive mood is the only occasion that it's correct to pair up a singular noun (or pronoun) with the verb "were".
otherwise, observe the golden rule singular noun, singular verb. plural noun (except collective), plural verb.
a verb is in the subjunctive mood when it expresses a condition which is doubtful or not factual. it is most often found in a clause beginning with the word if. it is also found in clauses following a verb that expresses a doubt, a wish, regret, request, demand, or proposal.
examples of subjunctive mood: if i were younger, i would have accepted the dare.
if my father were a lot more tolerant, my sister would not have run away.
4. still on verbs category, perfect tense subcategory: you always use the past participle form of the verb with auxiliary verbs like "has" and "have" such as: has gone, have told, have showered, has conducted
5. unless you're rapping, do not use double negatives, like "i did not see nobody."
correct: i saw nobody or i did not see anybody.
6. saying "stuffs" is wrong! it's just stuff. i wish for hellfire to come whenever people say stuffs, and furnitures, and equipments.
7. loose vs. lose . the former is an ajdective, the latter is a verb. it drives me crazy when people interchange them! the two words do not sound alike and their meanings are not the same! same is true with pleased vs please.
7a. affect vs. effect. affect is the one that does something. effect is the result of doing something.
7b. advice vs. advise. the first word is a noun, the second word is a verb.
examples: we will lose the shipment if those knots are loose.
what a loose woman! no wonder she has lost (past participle of lose) all her friends.
my wife is very pleased with your painting, can you make another portrait please?
i am very pleased with the group's perfomance, can i schedule them for another show on friday, please?
smoking has bad effects in your respiratory tract.
smoking gravely affects your health.
please advise me if i should follow my boyfriend's advice.
8. review the use of apostrophes. (incidentally, this is related to annoying error #1) here's a good quote (and a good time to practice your level of comprehension too)
"it's it is when it's it's and it's its when it's not."
- unknown
9. ignorance is not an excuse. do not say what's important is the meaning, not the sentence construction. grammar helps convey meaning. if you can't do it right, then don't write at all. (at least not in the english medium)
let us start with two of, by far, the most irritating errors:
1. the use of your and you're
"your" is a possessive pronoun. "you're" is a contraction of "you are". it is very simple to understand; it doesn't take a genius to remember it and put it into practice.
so don't say, your my friend.
or, you're smile....
example: your writing is compromised if you're always using your instead of you're and vice versa.
2."did" is always followed by the present tense of the verb.
incorrect: after all, he did talked to the judge.
correct: after all, he did talk to the judge.
3. the subjunctive mood is the only occasion that it's correct to pair up a singular noun (or pronoun) with the verb "were".
otherwise, observe the golden rule singular noun, singular verb. plural noun (except collective), plural verb.
a verb is in the subjunctive mood when it expresses a condition which is doubtful or not factual. it is most often found in a clause beginning with the word if. it is also found in clauses following a verb that expresses a doubt, a wish, regret, request, demand, or proposal.
examples of subjunctive mood: if i were younger, i would have accepted the dare.
if my father were a lot more tolerant, my sister would not have run away.
4. still on verbs category, perfect tense subcategory: you always use the past participle form of the verb with auxiliary verbs like "has" and "have" such as: has gone, have told, have showered, has conducted
5. unless you're rapping, do not use double negatives, like "i did not see nobody."
correct: i saw nobody or i did not see anybody.
6. saying "stuffs" is wrong! it's just stuff. i wish for hellfire to come whenever people say stuffs, and furnitures, and equipments.
7. loose vs. lose . the former is an ajdective, the latter is a verb. it drives me crazy when people interchange them! the two words do not sound alike and their meanings are not the same! same is true with pleased vs please.
7a. affect vs. effect. affect is the one that does something. effect is the result of doing something.
7b. advice vs. advise. the first word is a noun, the second word is a verb.
examples: we will lose the shipment if those knots are loose.
what a loose woman! no wonder she has lost (past participle of lose) all her friends.
my wife is very pleased with your painting, can you make another portrait please?
i am very pleased with the group's perfomance, can i schedule them for another show on friday, please?
smoking has bad effects in your respiratory tract.
smoking gravely affects your health.
please advise me if i should follow my boyfriend's advice.
8. review the use of apostrophes. (incidentally, this is related to annoying error #1) here's a good quote (and a good time to practice your level of comprehension too)
"it's it is when it's it's and it's its when it's not."
- unknown
9. ignorance is not an excuse. do not say what's important is the meaning, not the sentence construction. grammar helps convey meaning. if you can't do it right, then don't write at all. (at least not in the english medium)
Thursday, January 24, 2008
9 reasons why, despite my distaste for sensationalism, i still have to write about heath ledger
[writing while the eagles preaches wisely with busy being fabulous ]
1. he's close to my heart for the simple reason that his real name is heathcliff andrew. if you read my maiden article in this blog, then you are aware that my favorite classic love story is the wuthering heights.
2. he has a very nice smile which draws attention to his eyes. no wonder he was cast as a casanova.
3. i was enamored by his surprise act of singing atop the bleachers in a football field in 10 things i hate about you. he's my young 14-ish love (i was in 2nd year high school when i watched the movie); i even downloaded his own rendition of i can't take my eyes off of you.
4. i've fond remembrances of him portraying the gallant sir william thatcher/ ulrich von lichtenstein in a knight's tale. until today, i still remember that interesting introduction, "the protector of virginity."
5. before the tragedy, he was dating gemma ward, one of my favorite supermodels.
6. he's australian; i think australia is a land of exceptional talents, the [living] proof being heath ledger and nicole kidman (but with the exception of russel crowe).
7. i still think his role in brokeback mountain is award-winning. to play ennis del mar is challenging, yet ledger was able to put the discomfort (if any) beneath him.
8. i feel like i've won the grandslam in the christopher nolan-christian bale - heath ledger trio in the dark knight. and never, never did i question his ability of playing the joker; first, because i completely trust nolan's judgment and second, because i completely trust ledger's acting.
9. his death serves as a grave warning to me that "one more sleeping pill" is never too safe.
i hope it's true that the dead are in a happier place now, because it will be so unfair to take you away and strip you off from enjoying the life you've worked so hard to achieve. you don't deserve to die... not this early, not this sudden.
and i don't deserve to be left this emotional.
thank you for making my movie life interesting. you were worth every frame.
1. he's close to my heart for the simple reason that his real name is heathcliff andrew. if you read my maiden article in this blog, then you are aware that my favorite classic love story is the wuthering heights.
2. he has a very nice smile which draws attention to his eyes. no wonder he was cast as a casanova.
3. i was enamored by his surprise act of singing atop the bleachers in a football field in 10 things i hate about you. he's my young 14-ish love (i was in 2nd year high school when i watched the movie); i even downloaded his own rendition of i can't take my eyes off of you.
4. i've fond remembrances of him portraying the gallant sir william thatcher/ ulrich von lichtenstein in a knight's tale. until today, i still remember that interesting introduction, "the protector of virginity."
5. before the tragedy, he was dating gemma ward, one of my favorite supermodels.
6. he's australian; i think australia is a land of exceptional talents, the [living] proof being heath ledger and nicole kidman (but with the exception of russel crowe).
7. i still think his role in brokeback mountain is award-winning. to play ennis del mar is challenging, yet ledger was able to put the discomfort (if any) beneath him.
8. i feel like i've won the grandslam in the christopher nolan-christian bale - heath ledger trio in the dark knight. and never, never did i question his ability of playing the joker; first, because i completely trust nolan's judgment and second, because i completely trust ledger's acting.
9. his death serves as a grave warning to me that "one more sleeping pill" is never too safe.
i hope it's true that the dead are in a happier place now, because it will be so unfair to take you away and strip you off from enjoying the life you've worked so hard to achieve. you don't deserve to die... not this early, not this sudden.
and i don't deserve to be left this emotional.
thank you for making my movie life interesting. you were worth every frame.
Monday, January 21, 2008
sweeney todd splendid (and sick)
gothic comes back to the big screen in tim burton's latest beautiful macabre (and very well-deserved) golden globes best picture winner sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street. burton tags along his usual cast: his sweetheart helena bonham carter and my sweetheart, johnny depp.
so i'm not in the mood to create a synopsis; and i also think it's a lot better if you see this film with no clue whatsoever on what it's about -- you're gonna be in for a shocking treat. but these are my thoughts:
*** it helps that burton did the job semi-musical (but that's a little expected since this movie is adapted from a musical); he unveils the darkest plots and tells them in an almost friendly way. the film certainly has a wealth of humor, but dark, wicked humor mind you.don't be deceived; don't you dare bring your kids here.
*** i gasp in horror as depp realizes how his revenge consumed him in a morbid discovery that he killed his own wife with his own blade no less and sends her crashing to the ground, head first. in the context of tragedy, however, it is the most beautiful i've ever seen. depp's slit throat, blood gushing out of him, blood streaming down to his wife's face, blood pouring down from his mortal rival, blood in the sewer, bloody hands, bloody clothes, bloody corpses everywhere -- beautiful.
*** i smirk at the clever madness of helena bonham carter's character. what a calculating woman. and i thought she insists to "keep that lady out!" during the grand opening of her "meat" pies because she's a beggar, it didn't cross my mind she's actually depp's lost love!
sweeney todd has all of burton's familiar and trademark elements -- especially the gore, and the black (in form and in wit) -- and if you pay attention you will not miss the homage to his previous films: the showdown between johnny depp and sacha baron cohen takes you back to edward scissorhands, helena bonham carter's daydreaming is reminiscent of charlie and the chocolate factory (with respect to costumes) and the overall tone and color reminds you of corpse bride, only we now have the characters in their breathing form. personally, i think this movie placed burton at his most accomplished; sweeney todd is one hell of a twisted delight.
just make sure you come to see this when all your tasks are done; i watched this and i could not think of anything else; i didn't want to do anything else. sweeney todd is asphyxiating as it is entertaining. i want to remember all the lines and choke on every one of them and strangely, i don't want to forget the tragedy -- again, what a beautiful, rare execution. and yes, gentlemen, go get that haircut and shave if you need to... you would not want to meet a barber in the next few weeks.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
the cost of dying
[writing while the red hot chili peppers transports me back to high school with scar tissue ]
if i smoke an average of 6-7 sticks per day, (which means i am not making allowances for gloomy and depressing days) then i consume 2400 cigarettes in one year. that's equivalent to 120 packs, (as one pack contains 20 sticks) equivalent to 12 reams.
i smoke vogue cigarettes, which cost 79 pesos per pack. one hundred twenty packs of cigarettes cost nine thousand four hundred eighty pesos (php 9,480). this is my annual budget in cigarettes alone.
one pack of vogue cigarettes carries a php 13.44 import tax, which translates to paying one thousand six hundred twelve pesos and eighty cents (php 1,612.80) of annual import tax when multiplied by 120 packs.
according to the world book encyclopedia, one cigarette contains an average of two milligrams (2mg) of nicotine. then, my cigarette intake of 2400 sticks yearly means i poison my lungs with 4800 milligrams, or 0.0048 kilograms. expressed in kilograms, it hardly sounds harmful; it would actually take 104 years before i fill my lungs with just one kilogram of nicotine.
now that was a lot of math!!! i think i need a smoke. =)
p.s. happy new year, everyone.
if i smoke an average of 6-7 sticks per day, (which means i am not making allowances for gloomy and depressing days) then i consume 2400 cigarettes in one year. that's equivalent to 120 packs, (as one pack contains 20 sticks) equivalent to 12 reams.
i smoke vogue cigarettes, which cost 79 pesos per pack. one hundred twenty packs of cigarettes cost nine thousand four hundred eighty pesos (php 9,480). this is my annual budget in cigarettes alone.
one pack of vogue cigarettes carries a php 13.44 import tax, which translates to paying one thousand six hundred twelve pesos and eighty cents (php 1,612.80) of annual import tax when multiplied by 120 packs.
according to the world book encyclopedia, one cigarette contains an average of two milligrams (2mg) of nicotine. then, my cigarette intake of 2400 sticks yearly means i poison my lungs with 4800 milligrams, or 0.0048 kilograms. expressed in kilograms, it hardly sounds harmful; it would actually take 104 years before i fill my lungs with just one kilogram of nicotine.
now that was a lot of math!!! i think i need a smoke. =)
p.s. happy new year, everyone.
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