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My day won’t be as complete unless I burn at least a single episode of Smallville at the convenience of my R60 Lenovo. This bizarre confession just started one dull afternoon at our pad when I have nothing more to do just to kill the march of the clock. Late did I know that I’m already captivated to the never ending quest of Clark Kent to elicit his humble beginning. There was even a time during the Holy Week when I felt so flimsy after going through 6 stories in just one sitting. That was almost quarter of a day of being couch potato with only water and pee breaks in between.

Honestly, I don’t have interest on comic book stories that were just merely a product of author’s wild imagination coupled with the artistic conceptualization of the each character. It could be rooted from my younger days since I was deprived from having neither the luxury of superhero readings nor the miniature counterpart available on commercial stalls. I was a complete opposite of my siblings for they were so stunned watching animated films aired in our outmoded and screwed operated television set.

So much of me again.

The altruistic blood running through the veins Clark Kent moved me so easily to run as many episodes as my time could permit. The idea that one mighty mortal would save us unexpectedly from the valley of death signals me that there is still a glimpse of light for the oppressed section of the society. I couldn’t also explain but I admire his cryptic disposition to handle his deep secrets as marvelous creature. More, it flashbacked on me what was imparted by the grandfather of Peter Parker about the importance of having great responsibilities over power.

I couldn’t not also discount that I shiver in a good way once the story dwells about the repressed emotions of Tom Welling (Clark Kent) over Kristin Kreuk (Lana Lang). I might be short of experience again about sacrificial loving but the convictions among characters were justified to make it palatable to my appetite. They are compelling enough to showcase a cloak of friendship just to advance other’s welfare above else. I like the wisdoms from the conversations of Lionel Luthor and his son, Lex that were embellished by hatreds, grudges and competitions. The twists and turns on each episode are thrilling, though at the end of the day, we’ll know that the good triumphs evil.

Though my latest addiction would require from me more of a sedentary work, I wouldn’t give a care to consume hundreds of electrical watts just to complete the remaining seasons piled at my closet. By the way, I’m down with the first season and almost halfway through with the next.

The daughter of the estranged Mega Star and Gaby Conception acted out brilliantly in her debut program entitled “I am KC” Saturday night. Press conferences held by KC, herself, disclosed that the show is a month long birthday present to her avid fans and supporters. It could be recalled that the adopted child of incumbent Senator Kiko Pangilinan also did a melodramatic performance for Maalaala Mo Kaya early this year, which earned her various accolades from peers and media personalities.

KC offered a completely different persona in her first episode which ran for an hour aired during the primetime. She was co-stared by the Ai Ai delas Alas and Jake Cuenca, as her mother and love interest, respectively, among others. A bubbly daughter and a frustrated beauty queen, she eventually found out her genuine biological identity by accident. I may say that the story has a slight resemblance on the aspect of KC’s legitimacy as far her life is concerned.

Though it was heavily raining and there were quite a number of sharp lightning outside, my family and I ignored the risk of turned on television. We were all hooked how the witty KC effortlessly brought out her abilities in the screen in a comic and humorous ways. Her tandem with the Comedy Queen packaged the show quite entertaining at the comfort of our couch. The theme of the show, likewise, didn’t leave us grasping what was obvious.

Folks, there are three more sequels to wait for, and unless a more pressing activity would be slated on my Saturday routine, I would not deprive myself to see the remaining genres in the next few weeks. I just figured that the benevolence of the UN ambassadress deserves an unflinching support, first and foremost, from her countrymen-including me and yours also.

Just this morning I had two different heated arguments, one with my officemate and onother one with a client. I was hoping that this day would be give me a break since I already hurdled my last exam and the memo for board approval both yesterday. I just figured that i've pushed myself to the limits for the past two weeks.

Nevertheless, I was again reminded for the nth time that life is all about strokes of unpredictabilities and uncertainties. We live in a dynamic world so we must also expect volatilities any moment. Much of our desire to moderate our daily living, environmental factors are present in our life.

Admittedly, I'm still working for my low temperament. But at my end, I know that i was still tactful during the course of our discussion. I didn't show enmity though deep inside of me, I wanted to raise my voice a little higher. I was still diplomatic in my actions and in words.

Peeps, let's not allow our emotions to head above us. We might not be virtuous all the time, but these people might serve us a training ground for becoming a better person. Things take place of a purpose, and these illogical people served its purpose for me.

I've vented already. Hope no more suprises this afternoon. Sigh!!!