Adventures in ka-titian island

Guilty pleasures

2008-12-20T21:50:00.000-08:00

I found a suitable definition of Guily Pleasures on this blog http://dan4th.livejournal.com/575021.html

He defines guilty pleasures as "something that you enjoy that you think you shouldn't enjoy, either for personal reasons or because of the possibility of other's reactions."

My friend James once admitted that he liked watching Oprah. Ming and I let him have it that night. I guess he will never be as forthcoming next time when it comes to his viewing choices.

Anyway, my guilty pleasure is Chelsea Lately. I have found myself tuning in to her daily dose of sarcasm and tirades directed against the Hollywood crowd. She (and her panel) can be downright mean but I admit, I have never laughed as much.

I don't think the subjects of her humour find it entertaining at all. Well, I'm just glad it's not directed at me.

Thank God I'm anonymous.

Generalismo

2008-09-27T15:41:00.000-07:00

Yesterday marked the 143rd birth anniversary of my great grand-father. I post a few "modern" images I've picked up from the web to help commemorate his life.

The Man!!

100 Bullets

2008-09-26T16:56:00.000-07:00

I've been following this series diligently for over seven years now. Think Reservoir Dogs, Sopranos, Godfather, Wall Street and Maltese Falcon. I was hooked from the outset -- suspense was built with bits and pieces revealed gradually over the years now to culminate in a dramatic showdown in its final 100th issue. It has all the elements I like in stories - crime noir, a plot revolving around an ensemble of characters who are all well-defined, graphic violence, street dialogue, dark, gritty and more twists and turns to the story-line than a snake in motion.

There are no proponents of good here. Only people caught up in a whirlwind of shifting allegiances and betrayal.

One theme is recurring -- that things are not what they seem. A few of my favorite characters have already been killed off. You cannot get attached to anyone.

Five more issues to go. Can't wait to see how everything falls into place. Yet feeling sad that it's all coming to an end and nothing to look forward to. I cannot rant about it. You just have to pick it up and read it for yourself. It is quite an experience.

(The best resource on 100 Bullets on-line that I've found. The images were taken from this site.)

http://www.100bullets.sevenpennynightmare.co.uk/100bullets.htm

You and I

2008-09-23T19:01:00.000-07:00

This song is a favorite among the Days with the Lord crowd. This was the only "non-cover" version I could find online. We were too attached to this song that we would even sing it during communion at mass although there wasn't any religious significance to it.

Siam

2008-09-16T22:20:00.001-07:00

I loved driving to Ayyuthaya. It took an hour and half to get there from Krung Thep, even less if I felt a little more reckless and drove like a man possessed. While it was a tourist attraction, the crowds were generally thin. On weekdays, it wouldn't be surprising if you found yourself all alone at times and the chedis were all yours. There is a restaurant right beside the river which served the best garlic fried soft shell crabs I've ever had in Thailand. Goes well with Heineken.

I miss Siam.

Bladerunner - Time to die

2008-09-16T22:16:00.001-07:00

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.

Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.

I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate.

All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.

Time to die.

As time goes by - a not so known tale of romance at AS

2008-09-16T21:30:00.000-07:00

Herman was the toast of the AS lobby way back when in UP. All the females swooned but he never noticed. He had this strange relationship with this equally gorgeous lass, Lisa, still with a tomboyish disposition then--untucked long-sleeved polo shirts and sneakers and a knapsack slung over her shoulders. On her birthday, he gave her a baseball bat. Because she asked for one.

She was not to be contained nor owned. Not comfortable with demonstrations of affection. One Valentine's day, she refused to accept a bouquet of red roses from an admirer. She was livid. She was stern. "I don't want it." She had a reputation for shooting them down. And it was a reputation earned, not merely hearsay without basis.

She would tell Herman, "Will you stop pursuing me?"

"Bakit, liniligawan ba kita?" He would retort. That would shut her up and put her in her place.

I could not figure out Herman. Couldn't fathom if he really liked her or he was just playing a game, the way he would efficiently run the point or shoot threes. He came from a family of athletes, more known for their brutish nature than for their sensitivity.

I had front-row seats to this show. Herman had just learned to drive and was not comfortable navigating the streets of Metro Manila yet. I would drive him to Mandaluyong, drop her off at her house and pick him up after an hour or so. It was always the same story, she wasn't into relationships. And it seemed that it never bothered him. He would let her rant and he just prodded along. I never pried. I was just the driver.

One day, he comes up to me while my fingers were gliding over ivory keys and asks if I knew As time goes by. I played the tune for him. Without fail, he would ask me to play it every time a piano was in proximity. Just as I was a willing driver, I also played the role of part-time musician.

"Gusto 'yan ni Lisa." Finally, he admits.

The fox listens to the wind in the wheat, the color akin to the hair on the little Prince's crown. Not surprising. He had been tamed.

Here's to you, Herman and the girl who got under your skin!

Remembering Rey

2008-09-16T21:00:00.001-07:00

It’s been 19 years now. Almost two decades since he dispatched himself, choosing the manner and the moment of his departure.

I would rather dwell on the fine things created by his hands. Certainty defined the body of his visual work. Black and white were the only colours in his spectrum. His sketches were clear-cut and straightforward. No room for ambiguity there.

His saxophone exuded music much louder than his voice, with an eloquence his tongue could never match. His tones filled up completely the entire lobby of AS. We all took heed and paused. We listened to the story of our lives narrated to us.

Yet, the same hands were prone to violence as well. I have witnessed the pointless battering of bodies amid savage war cries. I recall scarlet. Scarlet and flesh. Some things you would rather put out of your mind.

He might as well have been born in Sparta. Brought up in a household where discipline was paramount. The rules were simple. He was not to be trodden upon. He would never back down. During the early February mornings of 1986 at EDSA, when the crowds had not yet convened, his presence was reassuring. His resolve was steel, fortified by pride. Unwavering.

He was never afraid of anyone or anything. It was only he himself that he probably feared. And in the end, it could have been the reason for his fall. He was beaten. Or was it the other way around?

I miss him. Funny, he’s been gone far much longer than I’ve actually known him.

“When I meet you in the sun, I shall tell you much.”

(The image is a caricature he made of me during a rehearsal break of a production we staged in UP).

Classix Nouveaux - Never never comes

2008-09-16T17:43:00.000-07:00

Beer would cascade down our throats as the Clash, Tears for Fears, the Cure, the Bunnymen and the Smiths merely articulated our life philosophies. We slouched against car bumpers, drawing long drags on Winstons or were laid out on the Corinthian pavement like picnic rugs as the party crowd weaved through itself.

We relished our outsider persona. The middle finger was perpetually directed at everything and everyone.

XB were the two relevant letters in the airwaves. This tune would come on and give us pause.

We would fall silent and an inner voice would lead us to a chamber within, not often visited but definitely recognized and kept away from the outside world. We always did need a reminder every now and then.

This was an anthem. Rampaging memories just tore the levee apart.

Imagery
We never come to see is blind
Far outside
The covers we hide behind
Daylight
Turning into deep night
Insight
Forever you know
Never never comes
Somewhere far
We used to be we are and proud
Visions we can
Never come to see are loud
Daylight
Turning into deep night
Insight
Forever you know
Never never comes

Wolfie and sharkie - kilabot ng mga tupa

2008-09-16T17:36:00.000-07:00

That in the photo, is my friend Sharkie. I knew him only briefly. For less than a day actually. He acted rather strangely. Like a fish out of water. The one on the left is also a friend. He is James. Sometimes I think he is not all there.

He thinks he is Gary Oldman and I am Tim Roth. He thinks he is Hawkeye and I am Chinggakook. He believes he is Michael and I, Tom Hagen. Truth be said, I only let him believe what he wants for God only knows what a dose of reality would do to his fragile self-esteem.

To be truthful, I am the lone wolf and he is the cub. I am Batman and he is Robin. I am Aragorn and he is Gimli. I am Toshiro Mifune and he is Tetsuya Nakadai. I think you get the picture.

He is an enigma though. The black and white collar is now part of the wardrobe. The chalice is an additional accoutrement from which he now dispenses Holy Communion. But the big bike and all 450cc of it stays. Oh, and get your hands off his Samurai katana. That is Hanzo Hattori steel. Still have lots of unfinished business. Navigating tight turns at breakneck speed is really pushing it. No, that's not faith. And no, that's not stigmata either. Those are lacerations and punctures when you fly into the air and land 15 feet away. Jackass. Now get yourself stitched up. What? You're going need a metal brace in your arm?!? What is it with you and your self-inflicted injuries? Jeez, the last time around, you knelt on a shaving blade. By the way, since when have you developed the taste for crepes? Crepes, my butt!!! yeah, yeah, yeah. You are over her. blah blah blah.

It's a mad, mad world when the fishers of men were weaned on Joe Strummer and fascinated with James Gandolfini spewing "figlio de puttana."

The Sheperd has yet to return but in His infinite wisdom, has left the wolf to watch over the flock. Of course, the sheep are unsettled to have a predator in their midst. But unbeknownst to them, legions of ferocious beasts lurk in the darkness, ravenous, ready to pounce and tear them to bits. It has gotten a lot more dangerous. El Lupo Santiago bathes in the lunar glow and howls at the moon, lamenting lost loves, reliving past glories, celebrating la vitta and warning demons to keep away. And the hounds are kept at bay.

My man, I've got your back like you've always watched mine. Bring it on then!! Bring it on.

We are all Massoud

2008-09-16T17:21:00.000-07:00

Ahmad Shah Massoud, slain Afghan resistance leader, is one of my personal heroes. He was born on September 2, 1953 and was assassinated by the Taliban on September 9, 2001 -- two days before the September 11 attacks. I post this as a tribute to the man who would have been 55 years old two weeks ago. It's a pity he is not as well known as Che Guevarra. On second thought, considering how Ernesto Guevarra's likeness and image have been shamelessly commercialized, perhaps Massoud's relative "anonymity" allows his legacy to remain intact and pure.

The world was a darker place when Massoud's flame was extinguished. We need more great men like him.

We are all Massoud!

http://www.nationalgeographic.com/adventure/0110/junger.html

(photo by Reza)

Ang galing mo Romi!!!

2008-09-16T17:09:00.000-07:00

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

- Rudyard Kipling

What is that which will cause my true spirit to emerge and will bring forth the bravest of performances? What is it which will compel me to locate my inner strength and draw from it?

What is my Everest?

The 80s relived

2008-08-23T22:12:00.000-07:00

Came upon this video while searching for Icehouse's No promises. No real point to the clip (except showcase the original Miami Vice) but I thought it blended well with the music and radiated with that let's cruise and get it on vibe.

Anyway, felt a bit on the downside of things. Hence, the search for the tune as it pretty much captured my disposition.

life in your new world

turning round and round

making some sense

where there's no sense at all

No promises

But if you should fall

Paul Weller in town

2008-08-22T20:45:00.000-07:00

To hold anyone in higher esteem over England's favorite Liverpudian sons is regarded as blasphemous. Consider me a musical heretic then. Well, maybe slightly. I rate Paul Weller higher than John but at par with his McCartney namesake.

In his performance at Enmore theatre Wednesday night, the sheer, raw power of Eaton Rifles alone was worth the $100 cost of the ticket. The packed venue was served with a continuous assortment of gems. One after another, the songs came, pulled out from an extensive, glorious and versatile history which included the Jam and Style Council.

"I don't know why I haven't been back in Sydney in a long time. Fuck, I have no excuse."

Yes, Paul. Fuck. Don't make us suffer your absence again.

Ka-titian Japanese style

2008-08-22T20:28:00.000-07:00

Tetsuya: Watashi wa voltes anata desu? (Bakit walang tao dito sa vigan?)

Toshiro: Kyo Shubasaki aratama nan ja. Hudas! (Eh, nakalabas kaya baril mo. Pangit!)

(The translation may or may not be correct).

City to Surf

2008-08-16T06:30:00.000-07:00

Congratulations Gabriel!

In 2008 you were 56,549th over the line with a time of 182:21 mins.

The Sun Herald link carried that announcement. Of the multitude that swarmed Sydney's annual City to Surf marathon/walk, I was at the back of the almost 57,000 pack which completed the 14-km effort. Another 16,000 or so opted to abandon the race.

My participation was exploratory in nature -- the intent was to gauge how fast I could complete the distance at a leisurely pace. It was part of a walking regimen to prepare for two separate multi-day treks in November.

It was also a pretext to revel in the excellent views of the city and of Bondi beach from the numerous vantage points.

It was a fine day for a walkabout. Until the skies opened and my final kilometer was typified by rain.

Along the way, I came upon one with an artificial limb. Everyone around him either stared (though not disrespectfully) or stole a furtive glance. But the point was well made.

There can be no excuse.

of birthdays and birthrights

2008-08-01T19:25:00.000-07:00

Nikki turned 19, and I moved further away from immortality.

But the oil lamp is passed on to those whose wicks are longer. Whose resolve is steel. The flame will burn much brighter, raising a fist to darkness and illuminating the earth so that others can find their way.

So, who says we don't live forever?

Malvar sightings

2008-07-25T06:33:00.000-07:00

My last name is a source of pride. I am quite fortunate to have descended from the brave and gallant general who defied both the Spanish and American conquerors. It's not unusual for me to encounter schools or streets named after my illustrious great-grandfather. But apparently, it has not been limited to that. Pati pension house at Karaoke joints na rin.

Mabigyan kaya ako ng discount?

Midnight conversations

2008-07-25T00:48:00.000-07:00

ring. ring. ring.

I answered on the fourth ring. I think.

Gab (das me): Hel-lo.

Ate Lizette: Tulog ka na ba? Ay, anong oras na diyan?

Gab: Paaaast twelve naaa yataaaa.

Ate Lizette: Ahh. Kakatapos ko lang manood ng Batman. Ang galing!! Manood ka ha.

Gab: Hokeeyyyyy.

OK rin kapatid ko. Tumawag pa ng Australia mula Manila para lang mang-iingit. Ni hindi na naghintay ng umaga. After that, I couldn't sleep anymore. And I had an early morning meeting the next day. Pakingshet.

Hindi lang ako manonood ng batman, bibili pa ako ng vinyl statue!! I have already called a moratorium on the acquisition of figures and toys. In the past four years, I've made only one purchase -- a Medicom Wolverine. It seems like another exception will have to be made. Ang ganda ng Koto Batman!!

Para naman di malungkot si Wolverine.

Crying ladies and gentlemen

2008-07-16T04:05:00.000-07:00

The groom was in tears. No, actually he was bawling. (Hankies, don't fail him now). The bridesmaids were all falling apart, their make-up almost smeared. The bride's mother was weeping too. I thought I saw her shoulders heaving as she made her way to the altar.

Then finally, the bride, the star of the afternoon, emerged and initiated her march to rendezvous with destiny. She was sobbing uncontrollably. Her veil appeared to be like fine fishnets just drawn out of water.

(Maybe they were shown the bill of the festivities and ceremony a tad too soon.)

That was it. It caught on like bird-flu. That started the crying frenzy which pretty much involved everyone -- from the sponsors to the hataks that never knew the bride from Eve, but willingly tagged along for the free food.

I stood there watching the whole spectacle with an amused grin. But I wasn't sure of what I felt.

Medyo pusong mamon ba yung mga tao (bride, groom, immediate family and close friends excepted)? O may diperensiya ba ako at hindi ako maka-emote?

hmmmmmmm. Ah, ewan.

I love wearing suits though. Pa-minsan minsan naman, hindi ako mukhang dukha.

The world is my garden

2008-07-11T01:49:00.000-07:00

I had an early call with the Australian office. Walang kotse. Ayaw ko gumising ng maaga para tumuloy ng Makati. Ayaw ko ring makipagsiksikan sa MRT. Kailangan ko ng high speed connection.

The solution - Magtrabaho sa bahay nina Tito Mike and Tita Annie!!

Nothing like working on the balcony with incredible views of Marikina and Laguna. My cousin Miguel was just liberal with the camera while I slaved away on my laptop.

For lunch, pinakain pa ako ng grilled prawns and hainanese chicken.

Salamat Tito Mike, Tita Annie, Miguel and Marco (and Tita Loy)!

Kyo-to, binaliktad na To-kyo

2008-07-03T00:24:00.000-07:00

Kyoto is one of my favorite cities in the world. Whenever Lost in Translation is shown on cable, I wait for the part where Scarlett's character meanders about in Kyomizudera, Heian shrine and in the other noted landmarks in the ancient capital. I've been fortunate enough to have visited Kyoto numerous times but stupid enough to have failed to bring a camera. Hahahaha. Loser.

Anyway, the few photos I have, naki-pose at naki-siksik lang ako. tsk tsk tsk. Sabit. Better than nothing. Thank God for ex-officemates.

Phonecam chronicles: Ribs and Rumps

2008-07-02T06:38:00.000-07:00

Angus ribs from one of my favorite restaurants in Sydney -- Ribs and Rumps Grill and Seafood at Gordon. Ahh, the life! This cow did not die in vain. Sinimot lahat. Ganyan talaga kung patay-gutom.

Phonecam chronicles: Truth in advertising part deux

2008-07-02T06:28:00.000-07:00

Anywear. hahaha. Witty ka ha.

RSL Rockets over-35 league

2008-07-02T06:16:00.000-07:00

After the 2-1 win over Greystanes last Saturday, we are now 4th on the table with five more matches to play. The finals is within grasp. Yahoo!

Go Rockets!

Tale of two sisters

2008-06-23T06:21:00.001-07:00

The sisters were to be separated for a while. One would board a plane. The other, to stay behind. Before the flight back to Manila, the younger sibling was distraught. Nikki appeared to be ecstatic.

Salbahe ka talaga, Nikki! hahaha. Classic.

I went to Korea to...

2008-06-23T05:40:00.000-07:00

...poke at boobs, hang with the amiable snow people and frolic in the powdery-white stuff!!! (Attention Tim Yap, DJ Montano, Celine and the rest of the Gucci Gang) Yebaa!!

Changdokkung Palace? Pagoda park? DMZ? Chongmyo shrine?

Nah. Mas masarap gumulong-gulong sa yelo!!

A dog named Attorney

2008-06-21T17:48:00.000-07:00

True story. Mimay's dog's name is Attorney. That's him in the photo with a die-cast batmobile. (I meant that's Mimay, not Attorney.)What does that photo have to do with this post? Absolutely nothing. Gusto ko lang ipakita na magara yung batmobile.

Isang araw...

Ring. Ring.

Katulong nila Mimay (KNM): Hello.

Caller: Hello. Pwede bang makausap si Mrs. Salcedo (Mimay's mom)?

KNM: Ay, busy po siya. May ginagawa.

Caller: Ah.

KNM: Kasi pinapaliguan pa po si Attorney.

(Enter canned laughter here).

---There are no lawyers in Mimay's household.

Phonecam chronicles: Konting common sense naman

2008-06-21T17:32:00.001-07:00

Malamang! Malalaglag ka na kung tumuloy ka pa. Eedyot.

Phonecam chronicles: This is the life

2008-06-17T06:48:00.000-07:00

Sa sobrang pagod ni Manong kakalimos, nakatulog.

Walanjo! Sarap ng buhay mo ah. Pahiga-higa na lang.

Phonecam chronicles: Truth in advertising

2008-06-17T06:43:00.000-07:00

Promotional discount... Lying on bed

So kung walang discount? Nakatayo? Or lying on ... table?

Intensified whole body massage...

Don't know what that is but sounds titillating!!

In response to Manila Boy's post - "The Man who would be senator..."

2008-06-15T05:49:00.001-07:00

"Now, strike down Mommy Gloria and your journey to the dark side will be complete!"

Phonecam chronicles: Ah lab chanis fud and lahchee (Eastwood)

2008-06-14T23:00:00.000-07:00

Several weeks ago, I was in Ongpin and had a feast at Panciteria Lido, along Alonzo street. Panciteria Lido's reputation is founded on its asado and coffee. I didn't go there for the asado though. I had cravings for salted and spicy pork ribs.

Jade Warrior was showing last night and I decided then that I would have Chinese food today. Because parking would be difficult on a Sunday, I opted to take the train to Eastwood, where all Asians west of Sydney congregate. ANLAMIG, potah! My ears were freezing and it took a while for the train to come. It did come eventually. Pero nangatog muna yagbols ko.

Walking around in Eastwood is enjoyable. I love staring at the fried and bar-be-qued delicacies on display. I want them all. Takaw mata na kung takaw mata. I want them all.

Anyway, I had hot and sour soup, fried rice, salted and spicy pork and peking style boneless chicken. And for dessert...

LYCHEE ICE CREAM!!!!!!

I know, I know. It was freezing outside but I didn't care. I must have lychee. If lychee were a person, it would be Selma Blair. (Incidentally, Selma Blair is now separated from her husband. Now, if Kate Beckinsale would only see the light. Sorry, I digress).

Fantastico. Anchalap chalap.

The train was 25 minutes late. A voice in my head kept saying, "Ayan, dapat hindi ka na nag-ice cream. Linalamig ka tuloy."

But I'm still smiling. I'm happy. Ahh, lychee!!

Lychee is the opposite of Leche!!

Mahilig ako manipa: Euro 2008 Thoughts

2008-06-14T17:46:00.000-07:00

I have learned never to underestimate this game's ability to surprise. It can be the source of extreme exhilaration. Or bitter disappointment and suffering. Nothing is guaranteed. There is life and there is football.

I am a raccoon. There are black lines under my eyes from sleep deprivation. But sleep is hardly an expensive price to pay to witness life itself. Para mirar la vida.

Setanta Sports = Sleep disorder

But enough of philosophical musings.

The race is wide open. While Holland, Portugal and Spain appear to be the favorites, any one can still win it. Glaring weaknesses that can be exploited are evident in each of the quarterfinal qualifiers.

The Dutch play an attractive, free-flowing style - quick counter-attack, numerous touches. Their players are brilliant individually and they play a good collective game as well. This team has the most balanced attack of all, in my opinion. But I still have my doubts. Their backline has not been tested yet. And against Italy and France, they have benefitted from a first goal which has opened up defenses of opposing teams. Not sure how they play if they find themselves a goal down against an organized defense.

Not convinced with Spain yet. Defense is also suspect (Ramos has been exposed several times already) and midfield despite an abundance of talent (Xavi, Iniesta, etc) is tentative. The goal-scoring prowess of Villa and Torres cover up the overall ineptness of team play.

I tend to favor organization, discipline and tactics which I see in Croatia, Portugal, Germany and Sweden.

Croatia and Portugal are very well-coached. Slaven Billic and Phil Scolari understand their teams' talent and utilize it in their playing philosophies. Billic in particular, has impressed me with his tactical awareness in the defeat of England during qualification and Germany. Field positioning and organization were clearly on display. I would love to see how it works against Holland. Modric is the man to watch. For Portugal, while all eyes are on Ronaldo, it is Deco who actually runs this team with his short passes, distribution and playmaking. Their wing-play also stretches defenses.

The only drawback of these two squads is the lack of an out and out striker that Germany, Italy, Holland and Spain have. They rely on their attacking midfield for the goals.

Germany and Italy (yes, Italy) if they regroup can be dangerous. These are squads with talent on all positions. If they find their rhythm, can go from strength to strength with each passing game. You cannot count them out. That is pretty much how Italy performed in the last world cup. Of course, Italy still has that game against France to worry about.

Still a lot to play for. But I'm rooting for Croatia and Portugal.

Phonecam chronicles: Changi terminal 3

2008-06-13T16:46:00.000-07:00

Wow! Marvel at the high ceiling and the open space. Drum kits on display behind shopping windows. Glass dividers to separate urinals. GLASS DIVIDERS?!?

Not sure if it's to prevent misdirected jet streams from hitting the guy next to you. But nothing like peeing in style.

Naiwanan na talaga tayo.

There's plenty of blame to go around. No one is exempt. That includes me and yes, you.

Yes, yes, you. (sorry, bad joke). We're all in this together.

But that comedienne-spawn-of-Samwise-Gamgee and her brood sitting in Malacanang are making it worse. And it's not funny at all.

TAENA! Gusto kong ihian ang gate ng Malacanang.

And no glass divider is going to make me miss. Leche!

Bye Manga!

2008-06-13T16:39:00.000-07:00

It was Manga's last day at the office yesterday. She's off to Boston to accompany her husband Hari who will be doing his MBA. She's the one in black, to my left.

The one in pink with the funny nose is the smartest in the bunch.

Phonecam chronicles: Billboards, billboards everywhere

2008-06-13T16:08:00.000-07:00

I actually don't mind billboards. They help to quickly get me attuned to the city's mind-state and sensibility whenever I return to Manila.

But I think we've overdone it. Will we stop at nothing?

Kahit Quiapo church, nababalutan na ng paskil?

Mayor Lim naman.

Kyuzo heads to Batad

2008-06-10T06:33:00.000-07:00

The swordsman Kyuzo is at home in the terraces of Batad. The Ifugao Samurai. "Sino gusto magpatule?"

DJ Montano is my friend

2008-06-10T06:22:00.000-07:00

I just realized something -- My friend Allan looks like a notorious socialite.

Allan = DJ Montano

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Pero si Allan, maraming pera. Penge ng konti please.

Blast from the past - Famy

2008-06-10T06:05:00.000-07:00

That trip was for Jerky. He had not been to Famy before. So, Tiago, Dennis and I took him. For some strange reason, we couldn't find our way down to the bottom of the falls. Para kaming na-maligno. We just kept going around in circles. Mga engot talaga. We decided to just hang at the top of the falls.

When there is no backdrop, then you need a gimmick to make the photo interesting. That's Tiago and myself clowning around near the edge. Dinaan sa pa-cute.

Jerky never got to see the falls cascading down. Sayang, di na naulit.

Blast from the past - Gabby's and Ming's close encounter with Tao

2008-06-04T05:52:00.000-07:00

He beckoned from afar -- si Tao! We simply had to get a photograph with him. The banner was hoisted up in an abandoned building, partly demolished. The fourth level if I remember correctly. Of course, that did not intimidate us.

"Pat, pupunta kami dun. Kumuha ka ng litrato." (Siyempre, ayaw sumama ni Pat.)

So Ming and I inched our way on the ledge until we were right beside Tao. Ka-chik, and the folly of youth is preserved.

We live for moments like this.

Hokeyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!

2008-06-04T05:35:00.001-07:00

Titillating!

Gugustuhin mo pa bang umuwi kung 'yan ang sasalubong sa 'yo sa bahay?

Of course!!!

hahahahaha

Phonecam chronicles: Wanted

2008-05-31T05:29:00.000-07:00

Say what you mean and mean what you say. I believe in being specific. This ad was quite commendable in the clarity of its requirements.

Pero por Dios por Santo naman, maam Letty, anlakas naman ng loob mo. Andami mong hininging requirements, chicharon bulaklak lang naman pala ang ipapabenta mo.

Phonecam chronicles: Ano ang papel mo sa buhay?

2008-05-31T05:21:00.001-07:00

Ayon nga kay Simon and Garfunkel - The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls.

Is the second a direct translation of the first? Sinalungguhitan pa ang tissue papers.

The David Banner Syndrome : Whatever the f*** happened to me?

2008-05-31T00:34:00.000-07:00

The only thing constant is change.

Phonecam chronicles: Pampa-regla

2008-05-30T19:54:00.000-07:00

Like I always say -- Better late than...pregnant!!!

Phonecam chronicles: miraculous pwet

2008-05-25T20:57:00.000-07:00

'Nuff said. wala na akong sasabihin at baka tamaan pa ako ng kidlat.

Phonecam chronicles: last meal

2008-05-25T20:34:00.000-07:00

Ang mga ini-hain ng ate Marla ko para sa akin bago ako tumuloy sa NAIA. Parang chop suey ang breakfast ko.

a. Red Ribbon cake

b. Hipon

c. Puto

d. Sausage

e. Strong Ice

Happy happy so early in the morning. Happy meal. Yummy!

Phonecam chronicles: Anakan mo ako and other ultimate date movies

2008-05-25T18:03:00.000-07:00

Mga kasabik-sabik na mga pelikula.

You can't get more graphic nor forward than this: ANAKAN MO AKO!!! doubled with ROOM Service. Mula sa imahinasyon na nagbigay sa atin ng UMAGA NA NG HINUGOT and HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOLO!

May promo pa. Movie pass for two. Pang date talaga.

Ang saya saya naman.

Ampotah naman - Ano ba yan?!?

2008-05-09T19:07:00.000-07:00

Hokey hokey hokey. I will try not to be a jerk here. At least not too much.

Hindi ako fashionista. I don't give a hoot if you buy your clothes by the bulk in Quiapo. Wala rin akong pakialam kung butas ang medyas mo. Basta maayos ka lang. That's all that really matters. Me, I'm just a t-shirt and jeans sort of chap.

But this really made me shake my head. Ewan ko. Maybe it's me.

Miss, kung gusto mong maligo ng naka-maong sa beach. Sa tingin ko, ok lang yun. Walang masama dun. Kung gusto mong naka-skirt (like you did), ok din yun. Heck, caps are useful to shield your face from the sun's rays. Go and don one. Ditto for hoods. If you're a bit self-conscious and would prefer not to show skin, that's perfectly fine. You can cover up then.

Pero AMPOTAH naman, huwag mo naman sabaysabayin!!! May bukas pa, hija. Man o man o man.

Conversations with a cannibal

2008-04-29T06:04:00.000-07:00

Gabby the Lolo (GTC): Hello Mamang cannibal!

Cannabis the Cannibal (CTC): Hello, Lolo!

GTL: Pwede magtanong? (Can I ask a question?)

CTC: Sure.

GTC: Anong lasa ng tao?

CTL: Lasang manok.

GC: Eh kung ganun, bakit di ka na lang kumain ng manok?

CTL: Stop quiet. Eh kung papakin kaya kita ngayon?