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I have a problem.
I just cant take it anymore. Napapansin ko, everytime may Film Festival, ang mga posters ng mga movies may iisang tema lamang. PUNUIN ng mga 1×1 mugshots ang poster ng mga artistang kasali sa pelikula. Kesyo lead role ka o dalawang minuto ka lang lumabas sa pelikula, kesyo ikaw ang kapatid ng kapitbahay ng lead role o ikaw ang kauna-unahang namatay sa pelikula, kailangan naka-paskil ang mukha mo sa poster.
I guess what Im trying to say is, aside from the lead characters, WHO THE FLYING F** ARE THESE PEOPLE?! Do they really have to be in the movie poster?
Nakakasuka. Nakakahilo pati.
Makakatulong ba sa box-office kung tatadtarin ng mga 'newbies', 'wannabees' and "used-to-be's" ang poster?
Hinde.
Kapansin-pansin lang, lahat ng mga 'patok' na pelikula sa mga nakaraang taon…Hindi tadtad ng kung sino-sinong artista ang poster.
<>Kung sinong may kasagutan sa problema kong toh, holla back.
sidenote: Click on my so so photo compilation of pathetic pinoy movie posters in recent years to get more irritated.
Nowadays, usong uso sa mga kabataan ang magkaroon ng 'image'. Isa sa mga pinaka-kinaiinisan ko (bukod sa mga pa-sosyal…lusaw naman ang make-up) eh ang mga trying hard maging 'EMO'. Meron akong kasamahan sa opisina, si Mikel, first day ko pa lang, na-shock na ko sa pagdadala niya sa sarili. Siya yung kauna-unahang EMO na nakilala ko. Hindi pa nagkalat ang mga grupo ng 'emo'-logs na parang hindi alam kung ano ang salitang 'shower', emo na siya. Rockin his image and really walking the walk. Saludo ako sa pagdadala niya sa fashion at image na pinili niya. Kasi bagay sa kanya, at hindi siya trying hard.
Habang nag-lolog-in ako dito sa Xanga site ko, may napansin akong isang xanga member sa homepage. 'Mikel' din ang pangalan niya…at parang EMO din ang dating. Akala ko si Mikel na ka-opisina ko. So I checked his site out. Vavavooom! Isa pa lang poser ang hinayupak. I was reading his lil 'about me' profile…but it just doesnt make any sense. He is contradicting his words and seems lost. This guy needs a hug, and an effing brain. Here's a lil piece of his mind:
WTF.
Ok. Let me dissect this piece of idiocrasy.
HE SAID: "i'm Dying. i just wanna cry mself to sleep, and wish i would never wake up only die all over again.. / I'm simple, kind and loving espcialy to my famly nd frnds…"
I SAY: Brother you dont know what you're talkin about…kung malaman ng pamilya at mga kaibigan mo na mas gugustuhin mo na lang mamatay - would they still think you that you love 'em? Get your facts straight boy.
HE SAID: "Fukc this world! i'm always in pain..im breaking down..im Dying…/ I value evrything in life…"
I SAY: yeah right you do.
Its so simple. If you aint one, dont try to be one.
No wonder you're still single.
Last night, I was planning on preparing (for the first time) a new year's resolution list for myself. But I never believed in NYRL's because I think you can only be successful in your tasks for about a week or so, and then, because we aren't living in a perfect world, you'll then start to go back doing your old dirrrty habits. So I scrapped that idea out in a heartbeat. Sakto naman na tinatapos ko naman yung comedy series ni Jason Lee na "My Name is Earl". Storyline is simple: He has a winning lottery ticket, got hit by a car and lost the ticket on the way to claiming his prize, he then realized na kaya ito nangyayari eh dahil sa tinatawag na KARMA. So he made a list of all the bad things he did in his life…and sworn to make amends to all the people he hurt so he can cross them off the list.
So here I am, trying to contemplate if its stupid to make such a list so I can reformat my 'drunk' fortune. Just wanna track down all the wrong things I've done in the past. Pero kung gagawin ko yun, para narin akong gumawa ng New Year's Resolution list. So ang gagawin ko na lang, kabaligtaran. I'll make a list of all the bad/negative things that I will definitely NOT be able to eradicate from my system for 2008 (and beyond…hahaha). I have about 400 things on my list, but Ill just share 10 in no particular order. 1. Smoking
2. Not feeding and giving my sister's dog a bath
3. masandal tulog
4. bumili ng pagkamahal-mahal na hoodie or shirt, kahit 2 karton na ang ganun ko sa bahay.
5. umorder ng 2 extra rice, twice…in one sitting.
6. not exercise
7. cuss
8. read 'adult' magazines…(take note: I READ 'em…)
9. read in the dark
10. not wear my glasses on a regular basis
I just got robbed. Twice. In a week. First robbery, hindi ko na i-didiscuss dito. Baka may makabasa pang ka-opisina. So kung binabasa mo na ito ngayon, f*ck you and mind your own business. Second one, eto ang detalye…
It was a fine monday morning when myrabbbit and I went to San Sebastian Church to arrange a week long mass for her dad. After doing so, we walked back to her place and decided to have breakfast at McDonald's CEU first. Ugali na namin magkwentuhan at magdaldalan habang naglalakad or kahit saan. Nung patawid na kami sa intersection kung saan dumadaan ang mga jeep at bus na galing Sta.Mesa/Legarda, I noticed this 30 something yr old guy in blue ragged t-shirt and a faded maong shorts. Napansin ko na parang MASYADO siyang nakadikit sa likuran namin. He made it look like he was also trying to cross the street pero he was thisclose, kaya napansin ko. Peripheral vision ko lng…parang may nakadikit samin habang tumatawid.
Ang reaksyon ko, humarap ako sa kanya at tinanong siya ng pagalit: "DINUDUKUTAN MO BA 'KO?!!", sagot naman ng mamang tila hindi pa kumakain at naliligo ng 5 araw: "..ugh..HINDE AH!" Aba…parang siya pa ang galit. Pilit ginagaya ang acting ng Gwapings pag nahuhuling namboboso ng bebot. Dali dali kong tinawag ang atensyon ng traffic enforcer na nakatayo mga 10 talampakan lang ang layo samin: "Ser! Mandurukot!!!"
Bago ko pa matapos ang salitang "manduru—", nakatakbo na ang tarantado. Ang bilis niya. Parang hindi talaga pahuhuli ng buhay. Medyo nawindang din yung traffic enforcer na tinawag ko. Parang hindi rin niya malaman kung anong gagawin - marahil sa bilis ng pagkakatakbo nung kawatan. Pero kahit na. A crime is a crime. Whether he's 50 steps behind the culprit or not, it was his responsibility.
Agad kong chineck ang sling bag ko, wala namang butas. Wala namang nawala.
Pero ang isang bagay siguro na natangay niya? : Tiwala ko sa mga tinaguriang 'ALAGAD' ng batas.
Weeeeee! 13th monthpay has already been credited to my account! Finally, I can go getmyself some stuff that I've been dying to get all year! Hmmm…I have alot in mind, like adding some furnitures in our house. Replace the oldones. Just my way of thanking my old man. Ialso would like to add some entertainment stuff in my room. Like a newDVD player perhaps. I've also been thinking about changing the theme ofmy room. I might change it to something like 'Blast from the Past '90stheme' or something like that. I wanna bring back the old feeling, thewickedness of high school life…a little bit of that. Y'all know whatI mean.
Moving along, I know this is a another random thought, but I've noticed that my generation - generation X - as they call it, is the generation of GAYS sprouting all over the place like pimples in my forehead. It doesnt matter what age, 9 yrs old, 23 yrs old…45 yrs old. They're just EVERY FUKCING WHERE. Let me just reiterate, I have nothing against homosexual people. I have gay friends myself, but man they're just taking over this world! Here's a picture that I stumbled on while surfing, no thanks to whoever decided to post it in the www.
*Sigh….
Welcome to the City of Makati, or simply Makati, it is one of the cities and municipalities that make up Metro Manila, the greater metropolitan are of the national capital of the Philippines. It is the major financial, commercial and economical hub in the Philippines, often referred to as the financial capital of the Philippines since many global companies have their offices and headquarters in the city. Makati is also home to the influential Makati Business Club and the Philippines Stock Exchange. Ayala Avenue, running through the heart of the Central Business District is often called the Wall Street of the Philippines.
Makati is noted for its highly cosmopolitan culture, also being a major cultural and entertainment hub in Metro Manila. Many expatriates live and work in the city. Makati is also home to many first-class shopping malls, which are located at Ayala Center and Rockwell Center.
On a rainy day, here's a sample picture of the roads leading to Makati central business district.
Cool. Might as well bring a Jetski or something.
Having the day-off means having more TV time for me…and since I dont really 'watch' TV, I just surf until sleep knocks on my door, i stumbled on the Maury Povich show, and he is doing the same topic he always does: Who's the Baby's Daddy? The guy on stage is proven to not be the father, the girl runs off crying, Maury goes to console her - y'all know the script.
But while Maury was talking to her, his envelope that (allegedly) has the paternity test results in it was flipped over to where you could read the paper that's SUPPOSED to be the DNA test.
Turns out it's not even test results; it's a plain piece of paper that says:
'When it comes to 5month-old Johnny Jr…Johnny…You are NOT the father!'
Putangeena buong akala ko ang binabasa talaga ni Maury eh yung actual test results galing sa laboratory! Nagbabasa lang pala ang hinayupak ng script na nakasulat sa flash cards! Aaaarrrgggh!!!
Aside from the fact that those who wear polo shirts with a 'popped-up' collar (definition:On a polo shirt (most notably PINK one's), the style of lifting the collar up instead of having it in its natural, down position) on is simply retarded, I also would like to extend my deepest regret to whoever is hooked on wearing these stupid CROCS footwear. Nothing against the company itself, nothing against the girls (age: 14-18) who proudly wears these pathetic footwear while strolling in Trinoma or Greenbelt, but its just plain stupid if its being worn by a guy. Its retarded. There's nothing 'cute' about it. And its just plain GAY.
But I still think the 'popped-up' collar thing is the worst fashion trend EVER. In the history of mankind. If I see another popped collar, necks will be broken!
*TOOT-TOOT!!* *TOOT-TOOT!!*
Alas siyete ng gabi ako gumigising halos araw-araw. Dahil isa akong "call-boy" sa gabi ako buhay. Kapag tumilaok na ang alarm clock ko, simula na ang rambulan!
Kain. Nuod ng TV at siyempre, LIGO.
Simula nung natutunan kong magsuot ng briefs, hindi lumipas ang isang araw na umalis ako ng bahay ng hindi naliligo. Normal lang naman na malinis ang katawan natin bago isuot ang bagong labang damit, isuot ang bagong plantsang maong, binyagan ang bagong medyas at pares ng sapatos. 
NATURAL lang na maligo ka bago humarap sa mundo.
Ayan, malinis na ko, mukha ng tao. Makinis ang nuo at pisngi at ayos na ayos ang buhok parang buhok ni Mon Confiado.
Sa puntong ito, pawis na pawis na ko. Dahil naglakad ako mula samin hanggang istasyon, umakyat ng hagdan, at pumila sa bilihan ng ticket. Pagdating ng tren, ginhawa dahil pumapalaspas ang hangin habang bumubulusok ang tren palapit sa loading area. Pagpasok ko…dyan na nagsisimula ang pinakamahabang kinse minutos ng gabi ko. Pumasok na ko sa kili-kili ng LRT.
Tingin sa kaliwa, tingin sa kanan. Halos lahat ng mga paalala at sticker na nakadikit sa kisame, bintana at pintuan ay pawang KATARANTADUHAN. Sa kinatatayuan ko, apat na sticker na nagsasabing 'AIR CONDITIONED ang TREN, HUWAG BUKSAN ANG BINTANA'.
Magsisimula na ngayon akong mangati at magalburuto! SAKSAKAN ng INIT sa LRT mga kapwa ko maralitang Pilipino. Hindi matutumbasan ng pagpasok mo sa loob ng maleta ang init na mararanasan mo sa iyong pagsakay sa tinaguriang proyekto ng Pangulo. Pawang mga daga na pinasok sa loob ng medyas ng Arabo ang mga pasaherong umaasa sa tren ng impyerno. Tumutulo ang pawis ko mula sa nuo, pisngi, nguso at baba pabagsak sa sahig. At kung minsan, pabagsak sa kamay o hita ng babaeng nakikidagdag pa sa sikip ng 'mens section' dahil saktong nakatutok ang pagkaka-upo niya sa kababagsakan ng pawis ko.
Hindi ako lubos na makapinawala bakit hindi man lang mapalakasan, mabigyan ng karampatang check-up ang AC ng tren kahit libo-libong pasahero ang nagbabayad ng 12 hanggang 15 pesos bawat isa sa bawat pagsakay. Araw-araw.
Ok, makinig kayong mabuti.
Alam ko random lang toh. Bigla lang pumasok sa kokote ko. But this is really important. 95% of the time, hindi ito narerealize ng tao.
Nasa pantry ako ng opisina. Kumakain ng spaghetti at Chicken Joy(Oo, masarap ang manok sa Jollibee!) bago pumasok sa floor atmaghanap-buhay. Nagkataon ang palabas sa TV eh tungkol sa mga hayop.Discovery channel. Tungkol sa mga SHARK ATTACKS sa CALIFORNIA.
Ipinakita dun ang bangis ng mga pating, lalu na sa mga taong nagsu-surf, deep dive at kung ano man maisipan nilang gawin sa gitna ngdagat. Nakaka-amoy ang pating ng isang patak ng dugo kahit 3 milya anglayo. Madalas din pagkamalang 'seal' ang mga surfers - dahil kung ikawang pating at titingala ka sa surfer na nagpa-paddle, korteng 'seal'ang iyong makikita at tiyak magdidilim din ang paningin mo.
Ang isang bagay lang na pumasok sa isip ko… Tama ba talagang SHARK ATTACK ang tawag dun?? Kasi ang TAO san ba namumuhay?…sa LUPA. Ang PATING san namumuhay?…sa DAGAT.
Sino ang trespassing? TAO.
So in theory, sino ang UMATAKE? yung TAO.
Sino ang nagtanggol lang ng teritoryo? yung pating.
Masasabi lang nating UMATAKE ang isang pating kung: Nasabahay ka, sa sala…nanunuod ng paborito mong telenovela, at biglangmay pumasok na pating sa bahay mo at nilamon ka ng buhay. Yun ang SHARKATTACK.
Makes sense right? Im doin' the Lord's worth here. Hehehe…
To start off my stint here with I.PH, I just want to post a picture that really scared the sh-t out of me.
W AAAH!!! I think I just pooped in my pants.
