Well Played, Asus

Asus and I have some bad blood. Well, the local Asus and I have bad blood. It started with a small confusion and mishandling of a certain motherboard. It’s unclear if I broke it or they did when they scrambled to get it from me, thinking I broke it – which I insist, have not.

In any case, I still like the brand as a whole. They sent me this press release and thought no harm should come by simply posting it. So he ye!

Press release follows:

ASUS Republic of Gamers (ROG) launched its promotion for its complete gaming peripheral lineup, called the ROG Great Gears, Well Played promo.  

Made for every gamer

ROG peripherals are made for every gamer. With different molds, features, and top specs, gamers can truly dominate the game with comfort, speed, and style.

Promo Mechanics

1. Endusers will get free items once they purchase the following ROG gaming peripheral sets.

a. Rifle pack: FREE PLAYERUNKNOWN’S BATTLEGROUND (PUBG) digital game code.

i. ROG Claymore gaming mechanical keyboard

ii. ROG Gladius II gaming mouse

iii. ROG Strix Fusion 300 gaming headsers

b. Sniper pack: FREE Php500.00 Steam credits

i. ROG Strix Flare gaming mechanical keyboard

ii. ROG Pugio gaming mouse

iii. ASUS Cerberus gaming headset

c. Shotgun pack: FREE Php250.00 Steam credits

i. ASUS Cerberus MECH RGB gaming keyboard

ii. ASUS Cerberus gaming mouse

iii. ASUS Cerberus gaming headset

2. To claim the freebies, endusers must provide proof of purchase and other details to http://www.woobox.com/dk8d8

3. Purchase period is from 19 March to 18 April 2018.

4. ASUS PH will provide game codes within 30 days from enduser’s submission.

5. ASUS PH reserves the right to amend the promo mechanics without prior notice.



ROG Claymore P10,910

ROG STRIX Flare P9,410

Cerberus MECH RGB P4,770

ROG Gladius II P4,730

ROG Pugio P4,110

Cerberus MOUSE P1,120

ROG Strix Fusion 300 P6,530

Cerberus Headset P2,530


A little less hate

The world wide web is a wonderful thing. You can find all sorts of stuff online: Forgotten childhood toys, free encylopedias, excellent entertainment to gawk at. The web is also a cursed place that spreads a lot of nasty. Any of you reading this, I’m sure you can relate.

Some weeks ago I decided to drop all the bull and actually be nice for once, even online. It was a hard step to take as there were just way too many negativity creeping all over the place. 

In one YouTube channel I hang out, there is a comment there of someone advertising his own channel. This is a big no-no in the YouTube community, as it’s, just scrummy. You don’t do that. It’s rude. So the community piled on this guy, telling him off. Then I thought to myself, fine, let’s have a look. I checked his channel and, suffice to say, it lacked a few things. He even has a GoFundMe page asking for support so that he can improve his gear.

I replied to his comment. Told him nicely not to promote stuff on other channels. Instead, just make decent comments and people can organically check his channel if they feel like it. Plus, there are reddit forums that support each other’s channels. I then told him about what cheap but good gear to buy to start with and other general suggestions on how to improve his videos.

The comments after mine suddenly turned into a small support thread, where people started giving their own advise on how he could improve his channel. It was, simply put, amazing to see that unfold.

So, the one thing I learned while browsing the net is that, one or two little positive comments can change the entire tone of certain situations. It can diffuse or worsen what’s happening. The bottom line is, keep calm and be polite and well, as cheesy as it sounds, can help make a slightly better world.

Of course we’re all just being optimistic here.


Seven is a good number, I think.

It’s been a few days since my birthday. I had felt an obligation to post something, anything, substantial or otherwise. 

But nah, let’s flush that all down to the toilet.

Let’s just say we’ve all grown a little wiser. The world is a not-so-bad place. But there are many swamps that will eat you alive. A little compassion and a little kindness can actually pull you out of the pile of filth that is happening everywhere.

A few deeds to help others can go a long way. A few words of truth are harsh but necessary. 

I managed to pull my one of legs out of the existential crisis and learned to accept it as growth. And things appear to be running smoother.

I got a charming Snoopy and Woodstock music box for my soon-to-be-born daughter. It’s handcrafted, polished, and windable. It plays the good ol’ Peanuts theme. It has Snoopy on top of his dog house, typing away on a typewriter.

I hope my daughter loves it. 


The Burglary

At around 3:30 a.m. of a Saturday in our Ancestral Home, I went to the bathroom and discovered the window rattling hard as if someone was prying it open. I inspected it and listened. The wind was strong that night. And the window was known to make such noise when the winds were fierce.

I should had taken a closer look.

The first week of 2018 hadn’t been too kind. The Ancestral Home, where I spent many amazing years, had been burglarized. Worse, we were all inside when it happened, oblivious.


  • Midnight! Picked up my father in the airport.
  • 1 a.m. picked up the wife from the apartment.
  • 1:30 a.m. had a very early breakfast.
  • 2:30 a.m. arrived at the Ancestral Home.
  • 3:30 a.m. went to bed.
  • 4:30 a.m. father and grandmother went upstairs.
  • 5:30 a.m. father and grandparents went down
  • 6 a.m. the wife and myself went down and discovered my backpack was missing

We searched for several minutes inside the home. Then we went out, found my grandfather’s bags scattered all over the floor. One of the iron bars from the window grills was bent upwards.

The moment was surreal and hit us like a motherfucking lightning bolt. I woke my uncle. And we did a quick inventory of our household stuff. Electronics, cash, credit cards were gone, a cash box (that has no cash! Ha!), along with my backpack.

Around the backyard was a scene that gave us chills. Knives. Hooks. Rope. A machete. A tree branch sharpened to a makeshift spear. Our own tools used against us, scattered on the ground. There was evidence the burglars made it to our roof and tried to saw off the grills from there. The rattling window that I encountered later was another. Further investigation led us to believe the burglars were within the household perimeter as early as 2 a.m.

It wouldn’t had changed anything, even if my uncle had been certain, probably. We estimated, by the number of knives and hooks, and the makeshift spear, there were at least six or seven of them. Burglary operations in this country normally run with those numbers. In case when things get messy, these people are ready to kill.

What terrified me beyond measure, was when we arrived around 2:30 a.m. The burglars could had ambushed us. Turned a burglary into a complete home invasion. I had with me, my pregnant wife. You can imagine the helplessness that we all felt, of not knowing, of not being ready, of letting our guards down.

The street that we live is probably about 800 meters. We live in the “lower” part, where it’s typically quiet of criminal activity but occupied with the occasional loud with drunken neighbors singing Katy Perry songs in the middle of the night. The “upper” part is where the bad shit happens. The streets there is a labyrinthine chaos, with fewer streetlights. It’s a place where we often hear ugly things happen, things I won’t go into detail, but aren’t too bad.

In 2015, there were multiple burglaries. Forced the doors open and trashed everything as they nabbed what they could. We never heard of anyone getting hurt. Once, in a house where my high school classmate lives, discovered their window shattered and the floor splattered with blood. They have a dog. A vicious motherfucker, as I recall. And that was enough to thwart off the entire burglary.

I’m quite certain, if the police had asked around clinics and hospitals for patients of any recent dog attacks, they could have narrowed their suspects from a chasm to a stream. The number of incidents along that street spread through the town and what happened then was police patrolling the street at random. Was that enough to keep people safe? Hells no.

In the same year, our neighbor was a victim of burglary. Based on what they told us, every drawer was turned, every cabinet ransacked, and the doors were tied. This prompted them to improve security by raising higher walls and installing military-grade barbed wires—which is, apparently, only about 20 US dollars. In mid-2016, there was a second attempt on their home, however by then there were CCTV cameras, and if we are to believe what was told to us, the burglars only took off with the hard drive that contained the footage of them breaking down the front gate.

The front gate. Apparently, the improved security has made it too difficult for the burglars to re-enter the house with their usual methods. Who would have guessed that breaking the front gate down actually worked? There are small activities running along the street: A car would pass by, people walking, kids playing. It’s bold and shows their willingness and aggressiveness to invade homes. Part of the problem, is the community, it seems, as the neighbor spoke to their neighbors who saw the entire thing.

“We thought they were your relatives!” They said.

It’s hard to judge people, most especially when they are breaking down someone else’s gate. I suppose, basically put, no one gives a fuck.

Compare the neighbor’s fortified home with ours, the Ancestral Home had security flaws everywhere. The wall was too late. We lost a lot of dogs—we used to have eight, then we had one, who was already 13 years old. In late 2016, I had already discovered one of the bars of the grills was loose. I was about to leave when I saw it, my uncle was away. I think I remember telling my grandmother to tell my uncle about it. I planned to tell my uncle after the drive home. I forgot. My grandmother must have forgotten as well. That piece of iron bar served as a gateway for the burglars to get inside. The window was unlocked that time as well, something we don’t normally allow.

What was damning was, all this time did the burglars had access over our walls, and been entering our threshold at their whim, ensuring their entrances would be available when they pulled off their crime? All this time our home was being violated and we had no idea about it.


The police were useless. After we went to them to report the incident, they followed us home and inspected the area. The officer had a notepad and did not jot any notes and fed us bullshit.

His exact words were: “How did they know you had cash in the drawer? That means, someone you know, someone who’s been inside the house, did the burglary.”

I believe any burglar would indeed search drawers in high hopes to nab something.

The iron bar that had been pried is far more important than serving as an entry point inside our home. The grills. Even with one of the bar was moved by excessive force the gap was only about a foot and a half, or maybe less. Only a very small man could have fit through that. Or a child.

A modus operando that many people are familiar with is, get a child over the fence, and have them open the gate from the inside.

What did the police, at least the police stationed in our town, had to say? Nothing. They didn’t get descriptions of my backpack, which spotted on the street that could point to some leads. Had they asked around pawnshops for electronics recently being pawned? No.

It was a petty crime. Not worth investing. And that stings.

Behind the Ancestral Home, behind the street itself, was a field of tall grasses and trees. It’s the perfect spot for people with criminal intent to hide and scout for the houses. It also gives them access to the back of each house along the street.

My uncle and his buddies went around to this area and searched for a few hours. They found the cash box, forced open, and empty. It only had some expired cards and my uncle’s 20-year-old wallet. They also found, a bra, a woman’s underwear, and one high-heeled shoe.

Let that sink in for a moment.

I made no immediate thought about it. But my wife did. I have no words about the possibility of other crimes happening on that spot. On what’s happening on that high grassed field with trees. I used to climb walls when I was a kid, and perched on one, I’d scan the horizon. Even back then, it looked like a place where no one will ever hear you scream.

The silver lining in this situation was that no one in the family got hurt. We know that there will be a second attempt. They think there’s more stuff to grab, even though there really isn’t. We’ve fortified the home’s defenses. My family is rattled. But they’ve always been hard folk and this time, prepared, and will not let their guard down.

The dawn after the burglary, we found some of my backpack’s contents. This included my beanie that my wife hates, and CDs of our wedding photos. My heart lifted a little, so did my wife’s. The lost electronics and the cash, while hurts, are replaceable.

Before leaving the Ancestral Home for the city I gave that high grassed field a long hard look. It’s a dangerous place and it needs to go away. There’s lots of space there for a residential area. We’ll need more people to move in there. And build a strong community from it.

It’s wishful thinking, idealistic, and naïve. But fuck it. We need a little positivity in life.


Beat the Fit into yo Back! No? Ugh. Cringe.

This motherfucker here is the Plantronics BackBeat Fit 500.

Based on the picture, it’s splashproof, so go ahead and run wild under the harsh torrent of piss from the sky! Yippee-ki-yay!

But ok for real-sies now. I got a hold of this and took it out for a spin. And hey, you know? It’s not bad. The audio is crisp and the Bluetooth range is pretty damn good. You won’t know you’re missing your phone until you’re on the other side of the city. Yeah, it’s a sweet deal plus, despite thick walls and glass getting in our way, music flowed seamlessly.

It’s comfy in the ears too. It doesn’t cancel noise, so you can technically still hear outside environments and people will hear your guilty pleasures in music.

The left earcup has the play/pause, forward, back buttons. Nothing special there. The right cup has the mic button. Long press it and your hot voice assistant will be serving your whim.

Double press the mic button and it will dial a number. At least that’s what happened to me. I assumed this was meant to re-dial the last number you called but from my experience the dialed number was someone I haven’t called for a couple of days. Maybe I’m just stupid.

Do I really need to go into further detail about this? No? Awesome. But I will anyway. There’s the standard jack at the bottom for those who aren’t too keen on the whole wireless thing. It’s always nice to be given options, right? Even though the drive of technology forward is a wireless, interconnected world. 

A vision of the future where your smart car can detect your smart headphone, and will recognize your voice and automatically open, and the engines will rev as soon as you stick your butt in the seat. 

For someone dumb as I am when it comes to writing stuff and gizmos, the Plantronics BackBeat Fit 500 gets a certified DAMN!

I have an extra photo of the headphones and I don’t know what to do with it, so gaze upon it one more time with the slick Plantronics logo.


Assassin’s Creed Rogue: Remastered (wtf)

Okay. So I got a press release from Ubisoft about the Remastered version of Rogue. Wasn’t this like the worst in the series? 

It did have nice navay battles if I remember correctly. In any case.

Press release follows:

Ubisoft announced that Assassin’s Creed® Rogue Remastered will be available on March 20, 2018, for PlayStation®4 Pro and Playstation®4 computer entertainment systems, and across the Xbox One family of devices, including Xbox One X. Assassin’s Creed Rogue Remastered will include all of the downloadable content from the original game: two bonus missions (The Armor of Sir Gunn Quest and The Siege of Fort de Sable), as well as the Master Templar and Explorer packs, which contain weapons, customization items and special outfits, including Bayek’s legacy outfit from Assassin’s Creed® Origins.

Created by Ubisoft Sofia, the studio that developed the original Assassin’s Creed Rogue, this remaster further enriches the franchise’s current-gen catalogue and will shine in 4K on PlayStation®4 Pro and Xbox One X (and run 1080p on PS4™ and Xbox One). Thanks to higher resolution, improved environment rendering, visual effects and textures, Assassin’s Creed Rogue Remastered will offer an even more beautiful and immersive gaming experience that invites fans of the series and new players alike to discover or rediscover Shay’s adventures in 18th-century North America.

Initially launched on PlayStation 3 and Xbox 360 in 2014, Assassin’s Creed Rogue tells the unique story of Shay Patrick Cormac, a fearless young member of the Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood who undergoes a dark and slow transformation from an Assassin to a grim and committed Templar who hunts down his former brothers. Players’ journeys will take them from beautiful New York City to the Wild River Valley and icy cold waters of the North Atlantic.
Assassin’s Creed is an action-adventure series set in fully realized open worlds, throughout notable times in history such as the Third Crusade, the Golden Age of Pirates and the Industrial Revolution. Initially launched in 2007, the Assassin’s Creed franchise has since transcended video games to offer new and immersive experiences in comic books, mobile games, novels and even movies. Recognized for having some of the richest, most engrossing storytelling in the industry, Assassin’s Creed games have sold more than 105 million units worldwide, and the franchise is now established as one of the best-selling series ever.


Innards #16: Expanse

Some time ago I got it in my head that I can write well because I enjoy it. These days I’m not so sure. Self-loathing is a thing, gnawing at the back of my head. Wouldn’t go away, no matter how much I shoo it off. That’s alright. I like some self-loathing, keeps me sharp, in some way.

In any case, besides sulking in the corner like a whimpering cretin, I’ve sorted out my writing a bit. Things are looking somewhat hopeful, with the baby on its way and the job hunting and all that shenanigans, all things considered, my writings just got the refresh it much needed.

Year of the Red Whale23%

23% is as much as I can give to my current WIP. As of this writing, the Red Whale has about 50,000 words. The prime original word-count was 120,000 and then I decided to cut it down to 80,000. I’m dancing between the two, since I’m going to self-publish anyway. I can go crazy and push through that 120K, or chop things off with clean 40,000-word novellas. Sounds intriguing. But I don’t want to do that. “Year of the Red Whale” is a self-contained story. My challenge now is deciding to maintain the single protagonist perspective or add a few POV characters. There are four candidates to help expand a ton of things. I hope to finish the final draft of this book by the end of February.

Project Ashes: 15%

Oh, humbug. I have 40,000 words written in the first book of Project Ashes. I have parts of the beginning and parts of the end, with little details in between. This is a grimdark tale that is part of a much larger epic. I’m really excited to devote more time into the completion of this story.


Crap. Crap. Crap. Project Mindfly is a novella I’m working on for this month’s Apex Publication’s open submissions. I’m not sure where to put this story, if it’s fantasy or horror. I’ll just say it’s weird. Missing person. Body horror. Time travel with a twist. All that gritty stuff. I’ve began writing this story about two years ago but somewhere down the line I stopped to focus writing Project Ashes, which was, ironically, pushed back because of the Red Whale.

Project Sherlock10%

Every now and then I look back at this WIP. I love it and to me, is a fine project after Project Ashes. It’s got miscreant heroes, adventure, a bit of romance, conspiracy, street gangs, assassins, and an epic showdown in one of the unlikely places. It might involve a little bit of magic and if it does, it will probably be tech-based. Like Jedi lightsabers. If magic does get tangled into the mix, then, Project Sherlock will be part of a much larger world I’ve crafted up. The entire concept is really cool and exciting, so I’m putting a lot of thought into it.

Project Sword0%

Holy shit Jon, what the flying fuck is this? A new project? So soon? You still have a bunch of commitments like Project Ghost, “Tunnel Crow Town,” and “The Conductor.” And there’s a whole lot more. What is this Project Sword? Well, it’s a standard sword and sorcery. I wanted something that’s a little bit traditional. Just a bit. I have the characters mapped out and how some of the scenarios will play out. Yes, it will probably begin in a remote village farm. Yes, it will probably involve a main character who wants to live a normal life but is instead force-fed a destiny with big-ass responsibilities. Yes, it will probably have elves and dwarven folk, talking trees, and the such. And yes, it will probably have a pub scene, which is very important to fantasy stories. I got it covered though and I plan to twist ’em all up. My main concern is two of the characters resemble so much from the ones in Project Ghost. So, I don’t know. Should I merge them or what? We’ll see.

I guess that’s it for now. Here’s Red Hot Chili Pepper’s “Tell me, baby”