Friday, January 9, 2009

MMFF 2008

I was able to watch four films from the recent Metro Manila Film Festival, which is an annual tradition in the Philippines. Here's how I rank them,

1. Ang Tanging Ina Ninyong Lahat
  • Hilarious. I haven't seen the first one, but it won't matter much. I'm not a big fan of AiAi, and still not, as most of the funny quips from the movie came from Eugene Domingo, who should have a movie of her own. No wonder this topped the box office chart.
2. One Night Only
  • Surprisingly a very nice movie. It is well-written, having the "six degrees of separation," or shall we say sex degrees, concept. Alessandra De Rossi is a stunner. And Manilyn Reynes as a lesbian will surely crack you up! For some reason, I'm somewhat disgusted with Chokoleit and Joross Gamboa. I dunno, maybe the image of Chokoleit performing fellatio to Joross gives me the creeps.
3. Shake, Rattle & Roll X
  • One word: Nieves.
4. Desperadas 2
  • Two words: Luga Luda.

I refused to watch the other films:

1. Magkaibigan
  • Two words: Jinggoy Estrada.
2. Baler
  • Not feeling this one.
3. Dayo
4. Iskul Bukol
  • Why watch when there's Eat Bulaga?

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Just Enjoy!

Life is hard, that is true. But for that person who is always whinnying about how hard life is EVERY SINGLE DAY... life is that hard because they make it that hard. Some people are so used to suffering and that's all they expect out of this life. This means they wouldn't know a great thing that comes into their lives if it bit them in the rear and said, "Hi, I'm the best thing to happen to you, so enjoy me!"

So, next time something great happens to you, don't sit there and QUESTION it...

Saturday, December 27, 2008


New game! Bunch of guys go into a room, get naked, and stand in front of the television. Then Gay porn is put onto the TV. If you get an erection, you are out of the game. The last person to get an erection wins. He is the "last man not standing!".

Think it will catch on?

Though I have a gutsy feeling that LOTS of gay guys will join only to lose in the first 5 seconds and watch, teehee. I never thought losing can be that sweet.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Honesty and Communication and Backhands.

A friend of mine said some things and acted a certain way to make another friend of mine feel really bad. I mean, really bad to the point of tears. And it's not the fact that he said too much. No. It's the fact that he doesn't know how to say what he has to say in order to get his point across. Instead, he'll act a certain way to demonstrate his frustrations at not being able to express verbally his thought process.

Why is communication so hard for some?

I've always believed that the primary things needed in order to establish a well balanced relationship (and this applies to relations within bf/gf, friends, or family) are three things... Honesty, Communication, and Mutual Respect. Simple enough. It's not like I had to take a class on social conduct or on "Human Interactions 101". It's your average, simple common sense. Just like common sense tells you that when your mother gets a new haircut and she asks you how it looks, you're not going to say, "What the heck happened to your head?!?!?!?" Right? No, you need to be sensitive to your mother. Or else, you can expect a nice, swift backhand. At least, in some families, that's the way it works. It upsets me that in this case last night, one guy couldn't give the other guy the benefit of the doubt and trust his persona enough to sit down and explain certain things.

I guess it's something that is not easy for everyone.

Until recently, the honesty thing is something I like. It's great to be honest with another person... even though honesty can bring things you don't want to hear. But I know that in the end, the truth is what brings forth many more things. And if the truth must hurt, then it'll bring a learning lesson for that situation. I just wish I knew what to say about my two friends. I don't want to be a mediator. In fact, there are a lot of things I don't want to and be like. But recently, I'm finding out that I'm being placed in positions that I've sometimes not wanted to be in.


fast paced life in a fast paced world

inside a head full of nonstop whirls
questions lay in the heart will always be
but never blind that light it is you i see
from dust and dirt, rags and not riches
a mended heart full of tender loving stitches
invade my life as if youve never been
for truth be told used from my every limb
forgive and forgotten is granted mercy
run never hide, foolishness born inside me
never satisfying deserved amount of thanks
regardless, never ending care and presence
blurry the life without the proper leader
wisdom for three parts, learned of a teacher

Thank you for the best gift of my life.

Thursday, December 18, 2008


This is my first.


Wednesday, November 26, 2008


There is a guy called Marco, not 'lying Marco' or the even more despicable 'slimy Marco', but just regular Marco, no quotes. He is my ex girlfriend's brother, and for most of the year, he lives and works in New York as a soccer coach. He recently obtained a New Yorkian girlfriend called Amanda (and by 'obtained,' I obviously mean 'won the heart of', as opposed to 'purchased at Wal-Mart'), who is very lovely and sent me a giant box of Oreos as a pre-birthday gift. I like Oreos. A lot. Almost as much as robots and Sarah Michelle Gellar. It’s very hard to get Oreos over here, since shops seem to stock them sporadically, and when they do have them, they hide them in the children's clothing aisle, or the fish counter.

I recently discovered that Oreos that arrive in the Philippines come from China, whereas the American Oreos are manufactured inside the continental United States. This may go someway to explaining the slight difference in taste; what it does not explain is why, after eating any number of Oreos in a day, from one upwards, turns my poo the exact same color as an Oreo. I even did a dietary experiment to make sure it was the Oreos and not a coincidence. It’s the Oreos. I can only hope that my poo doesn't have a creamy center as well.

Gosh, I wish I hadn't typed that.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Can't Wait to Kiss

Sleepy, vaguely overwrought, listening to a love song, thinking of you. Feeling like I’m in a tunnel, and you’re the light at the end of it, the blueness of the sky, infinity and more. I think I could disappear in you, I’m afraid to disappear in you. Everything’s so simple, really. It’s been ages since I believed in anything, I’ve been a pragmatic and intellectual lover, and I’m just ready to fall again.

So, I’m looking for you. I see you in every face that passes by already. When you stop and smile, I’ll be ready and waiting, and I’ll fall off the side of the Earth again. My friends will be exasperated, they always are. They had such high hopes that I’d stick around and talk about sex or whatever, instead of running off to somewhere completely God-forsaken and gazing into your eyes, or shivering down my spine, holding hands and everything else.

When I find you, and maybe you are already here, I will give you this letter, and you won’t laugh, you’ll understand, and we’ll marvel at how psychic I am.

So, if I am pathetic, too bad. This is how I’ve always been, my whole personality is formed in relation to love, in wait for YOU. And we’ll have at least a solid two years before everything goes down the tube, so why not?

Can’t wait to kiss you.


Friday, November 21, 2008


Anyone knows her number? I would love to do some business with her. OMFG, she's like so effin' HOT!!! Obama Girl can definitely "barack" me tonight!!!!

Obama Girl - I Got A Crush... On Obama.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008


I’m one of them skeptics who don’t believe in ghosts. For me, ghosts are just demons playing tricks on us, playing the game of deception. Demons taking the form of a loved one, a famous person or just some bizarre entity, hoping to instill fear in our minds more powerful that those of God’s.

But who can really tell? It’s not like someone died, came to the spirit world – heaven or hell – and then lived again to tell the story. I know we’ve heard stories like that, but most are just I-saw-the-light-oh-god-I’m-dead-but-I’m-alive-again stories, or for most parts, plain hoax.

So, here are some ghost pictures I gathered, and yes, they are all real (unless someone cries foul).

This photo was taken in 1936 at Raynham Hall in Norfolk, England. This portrait of "The Brown Lady" is arguably the most famous and well-regarded ghost photograph ever taken. The ghost is thought to be that of Lady Dorothy Townshend, wife of Charles Townshend, 2nd Viscount of Raynham, residents of Raynham Hall in Norfolk, England in the early 1700s. It was rumored that Dorothy, before her marriage to Charles, had been the mistress of Lord Wharton. Charles suspected Dorothy of infidelity. Although according to legal records she was buried in 1726, it was suspected that the funeral was a sham and that Charles had locked his wife away in a remote corner of the house until her death many years later.

Remember how Archie Bunker liked his recliner so much that he never let anyone else sit in it? Well, ol' Archie doesn't have anything on Lord Combermere. After being ran over by a horse-drawn carriage he died in 1891. A photographer set up a camera with its shutter open for one hour in the manor's library while the entire staff was off at Lord Combermere's funeral, some four miles away. When the plate was developed, the startling image of what looks to be a man's head and arm sitting in the chair was immediately noticed. Many of the staff said that the image looked very much like the late lord, and it happened to be sitting in Combermere's favorite chair in the library.

Freddy Jackson was a mechanic in the Royal Air Force in World War I. Freddy Jackson's squadron served onboard the H.M.S. Daedalus. Freddy Jackson was killed in 1919 when an airplane propeller hit him. Two days later when the squadron assembled for a group photo, Freddy Jackson faithfully showed up, grinning behind the ear of a fellow comrade. Guess nobody bothered to tell Freddy Jackson that he was dead. His face was widely recognized in this photo by members of the squadron.

Rev. Ralph Hardy, a retired clergyman from White Rock, British Columbia, took this now famous photograph in 1966. He intended merely to photograph the beautiful staircase in the Queen's House section of the National Museum in Greenwich, England. Upon development, however the photo revealed a shrouded figure climbing the stairs, seeming to hold the railing with both hands. Experts, including some from Kodak, who examined the original negative concluded that it had not been tampered with. Its been said that unexplained figures have been seen on occasion in the vicinity of the staircase, and unexplained footsteps have also been heard.

In 1959 Mable Chinnery went to the cemetery to visit the grave of her mother, as any devoted daughter is apt to do. She took some photos of the gravesite and then turned and took this picture of her husband sitting alone in the car's passenger seat. The film was developed and this came out: somebody sitting in the backseat wearing glasses, clear as day. Mrs. Chinnery swore that the "backseat driver" was none other than her own mother... whose gravesite she was standing next to when she took the picture! Mmm... a live husband and a deceased mother-in-law looking over his shoulder: there's a joke here, I just know it.

Back in 1996 Ike Clanton took this photo of a friend wearing western duds, in the middle of Tombstone's Boothill Graveyard. They swear that nobody else was in sight when they made this picture. Furthermore, some time later they tried to restage this picture with someone standing at the spot where the "mystery man" appears in the background. Ike Clanton says that it was impossible to take such a picture and not show the rear person's legs. Clanton said he wasn't so sure about Tombstone being haunted, but this photo made a believer out of him. There's so much ghostly activity going on in the famous town that Clanton's set up a special section of his website dedicated to Tombstone's population of yesteryear.

Almost ten years ago, on November 19th, 1995, Wem Town Hall in Shropshire, England was engulfed in flames and burned to the ground. As firefighters tried to stave off the inferno a town resident, Tony O'Rahilly, took pictures from across the street using a telephoto lens on his camera. There, rather clearly in one of the photos, is what looks very much to be a small girl standing in a doorway, with the brightness of the flames behind her. No one ever remembered there being a small girl present on scene, much less in that close a proximity to the fire. The photo and the original negative were turned over to a photo expert who decided that the picture was 100% authentic: "The negative is a straightforward piece of black-and-white work and shows no sign of having been tampered with." Okay, so what's a girl ghost doing in such a big fire? Well in 1677 a fire destroyed many of Wem’s wooden houses. The fire was said to have been caused by a 14-year old girl named Jane Churm, who had been careless with a candle. Churm died in the fire along with several others, and her ghost is said to still haunt the area. Whether there's such a thing as ghosts or not, it must be said: if this is just a trick, an illusion of smoke and fire that happened to be captured on film, it's a zillion-to-one coincidence that it just so happened to appear in the form of a girl who also died in a terrible fire at the same location. But hey, stranger things than that have happened in this world, right?

Sent a very nice lady from Ravenna, Ohio, the photo of the front of her home (I cropped this image from a larger photo) was taken by her 14-year old son in early May of 2008 and shows what appears to be a young girl in some sort of blue outfit looking out the window (in lower left and in insert). The woman and her son were the only ones home (she has no other children) and they have no idea who the little girl might be. Notice in particular that the face—and especially the mouth—appears to be somewhat distorted, as though the child has—or had—a deformity (or perhaps as a result of an incomplete manifestation?).

Angel Locsin (born Angelica Colmenares on April 23, 1985), is a television and film actress, commercial model, film producer and fashion designer in the Philippines. Locsin rose to prominence after being cast as one of the lead stars in the fantasy-themed television series Mulawin in 2004. Soon after, she starred as the superheroine Darna in the TV adaptation of the Mars Ravelo comics. When her contract expired on March 2007, Angel did not renew her contract with GMA Network and signed an exclusive contract with ABS-CBN despite her booming career on the first. Her first project under ABS-CBN was the television series Lobo.

Please feel free to object to any of these pictures, if you think some of them are hoaxes and what-nots.Thanks!