Blog of the Month - Anniversary Issue - Why Blog?

Why blog? Let me count the reasons.

I blog because the world is full of solid wastes and writing in a diary contributes to it. Because my penmanship in cursive is not as neat and great as it was in my school years and reading my entry in a hardcopy irritates me more and makes me hear my mom behind me criticizing my handwriting.

I blog because I am narcissistic and I love it when people read my entries and appreciate my work even though some of them are just pulling my leg. In this world of papparazzis and undercover agents, I don't believe in secrecy and confidentiality anymore because sooner or later, my secrets would ultimately be revealed so I might, as well, reveal them myself.

I blog because I'd rather write than blow my head with a piece of gun whenever I'm mad at the world.

I blog because I'd rather give people the choice - to visit my blog or not and have them read about what I think about them and the world rather than hurt them by saying to their face how they suck. But sometimes, I couldn't really help but say it.

I blog because blogging is in and I must embrace this trend before it goes passe.

I blog because I have a lot of things in my mind that I want to write - not really to share but to express them.

Most of all, I blog because I can.

I Beat the Grandslam Queen!

I defeated La Oro - not in acting but in public speaking.

Last Saturday, September 13, I, together with Alex, our Area champion, was fortunate enough to be chosen to represent our Area in the Division A (half of Metro Manila) Toastmasters Triathlon Competition. 10 contestants showcased their impromptu speaking, prepared speech delivery and singing skills and competed in order to represent the division in the upcoming National contest to be held in Bacolod City this October.

As always, I hoped for the best but expected the worst. I was only notified that I'll be one of the contestants the other Thursday which only gave me nine days to prepare, which I also didn't make use because of my poor time management.

The moment I saw Raul, the former trainor of our company, I already knew in myself that I wouldn't win. My God, he's already a Distinguished Toastmaster, which means he has delivered at least 50 prepared speeches, while I only did five so far. But competing with him is already a pride itself. My only objective was to perform well, be competitive and not to humiliate myself which, fortunately, really happened.

Impromptu speaking was the first category where I was the fourth to speak. The topic was "What is something that you are most thankful for?" Other contestants (the remaining six) were so pageant patty that they said "life, love and (I forgot but I'm sure it's not lust)" while most of them said "life." Raul talked about "a thing's conclusion" because in every problem and question is a conclusion. That was a witty answer. Mine was a very basic but emotional answer - my Mom because she sacrificed her physiological and emotional needs in order to raise and send the three of us to school, narrating about how my father died to enumerating the hardships we've had in the family to the time where we all graduated from college. I forgot all about the format because the usual PREP (point, reason, example, point) wasn't applicable with this topic and it's only the pattern that I know. What I just thought was speaking from the heart, be conscious about the time (since being overtime will merit a disqualification) and call for an action when I end my speech. Raul placed first, another seasoned speaker placed third and I got the second place which was a big surprise.

Singing speech was the second category where I was the last to perform. Raul even said "At least I'm done with this category." Ha ha! Mechanics for the singing contest kept on changing that I was able to finalize my piece the night before the competition. On Saturday morning, early morning, I kept on singing "Say that You Love Me" multiple times that my sister already expressed her irritation towards the song but what could she do? I just wanted to practice the timing because the arrangement was quite different from the original one. I know the song too well that I thought I could sing it with my eyes closed. I was mistaken. I forgot the lyrics that I ended up repeating the verses and even the stanza. I also forgot to shift my voice from chest to head tone when the key had to change making me sounding like I was strangled to death. To those who love the song, I apologize for not giving justice to it. Janice and Hunnie even laughed with my performance level because they never thought I could do that dramatic face and the hand waves on stage. Ha ha ha! I didn't win in the category but what I really wonder about was why that woman got that third place when in fact she didn't give emotions to the song, there wasn't any timing, and yes, other contestants including me, had a better performance than her. The professional singer got the first place.

Then came the prepared international speech where I was the sixth to speak. I talked about my experience as a callcenter agent, wherein my opening salvo was "Whoever of you here would think that I am a callboy?" Everybody just laughed. For me, that was my best performance as a speaker, so far. For the first time, I didn't bring any notes, I made use of the stage, I had vocal variety and eye contact. Though people really laughed hard at my speech, I don't think the content was good enough to merit any placement. Raul got the second place , the one who placed third in the impromptu was the champion, and the professional singer was the third.

Over-all, Raul was the champion (who'll represent the Division), the lady speaker was the first runner up and the professional singer came out as third runner up.

Janice kept on complaining that the champion was a boring speaker and that the audience didn't laugh to any part of his speech but what could she do? She's not a Toastmaster nor a judge and she needs to be a seasoned speaker first before she could have a place in that panel. I wasn't really sore with it. For a first timer, and for a member who just started last June (or July), placing in a Division contest is already a big thing. The medal is really special.

As for La Oro, obviously, her change in costume, her stardom status, and her live guitarist didn't give her any advantage to win. The one who defeated me in the area-wide contest also didn't place in any event, which I understand because he's not in a winning form. I promise, I didn't sabotage his audio CD.

Blag ng Buwan - Ako ay Pilipino

Ako ay... Pilipino. Sa pagkakaalam ko, ako ay Pilipino, ayon sa nakasulat sa katibayan ng aking kapanganakan. Pilipino ang aking mga magulang kaya ako ay purong Pilipino.

Ngunit ako nga ba ay isang Pilipino? Mahal ko ba ang bansa ko'ng sinilangan? Mahal ko ba ang aki'ng mga kababayan at ang produkto na kanilang ginawa? Ipinagmamalaki ko ba ang aking lahi?

HINDI.

Unang-una, ang ating lahi ay wala'ng sariling pangalan, wala'ng sariling kultura. Dahil sa ating anyo, hindi natin masasabi'ng tayo ay Asyano. Madalas na napagkakamalan tayo'ng mga Latino ngunit hindi naman ganun ang hitsura natin. Noong nagsimula na ang sibilisasyon, kung kailan ang mga bansang Griyego, Roma at Tsina ay mga mauunlad na mga bansa na, kung saan ang kanilang kultura ay matatag na, tayo ay hindi pa alam kung ano ang nangyari sa bansa natin.

Kung may kultura man tayo, ito ay ang kultura ng pagiging utak-talangka, pagkakawatak-watak, kawalan ng disiplina sa sarili, pagsuway sa mga batas, at pagiging huli sa napagkasundua'ng oras. Oo na. Tayo naman ay kilala sa ati'ng pagiging magalang na kahit mali ang mga nakatatanda ay sinusunod pa rin natin, sa ating pagkamaaliwalas sa pagtanggap ng mga panauhin sa punto'ng mangungutang na lamang para may maipakain sa ating bisita, ang ating pagkakabuklod bilang isang pamilya na kahit walang makain ay hindi aalis sa probinsiya at pumunta sa ibang lugar kung saan may naghihintay na trabaho, at higit sa lahat ang ating pagkamaka-Diyos na kahit wala nang ipambuhuhay ay anak pa rin nang anak dahil ang isang pirasong kondom ay isang kagamitan ni Satanas.

Panay ang pagsaway natin sa ibang mga bansa dahil sa kanilang pagmamata sa mga hindi nila kalahi. Mas mabuti na iyon dahil pinapakita lang nila ang kanilang pagiging makabayan samantalang tayo, mas binibigyan natin ng halaga ang mga dayuhan na parang sinasamba na natin sila at hindi binibigyan ng kahalagahan ang ating mga kababayan.

Sinikap kong tangkilikin ang ating mga sariling produkto ngunit hindi pa rin ganoon kagaling ang mga kalidad nito. Sinikap kong mahalin ang bansa ko ngunit hindi ko natikman ang pagmamahal na dapat kong matikman mula sa kanya. Ang kawalan ng magandang trabaho, ng magandang oportunidad upang magamit ko ang aking napag-aralan, ang kakulangan sa mga oportunidad para mga interes ng mga tao, ang kabulukan ng ating sistema at ng ating pamahalaan, ang kapangitan ng ating kapaligiran - ang mga ito ang nagtulak sa akin upang hindi ko maipagmamalaki ang aking pagka-Pilipino.

Sabihin man nila'ng ako ay isang Doña Victorina sa kasalukuyan, wala na silang magagawa. Oo na't lahi nina Lapulapu at Dagohoy ang nananalaytay sa mga ugat ko, oo na't Pilipino ang nakatatak sa noo ko, kung may pagkakataon man ako na baguhin ito, gagawin ko sapagkat ayoko nang maging Pilipino.

P.S.
Char lang ito.

Korina Sanchez

Last weekend, our conversation with my friends led to Korina and her bitchy attitude towards some people. I could remember once that her ex-boyfriend Noynoy commented that she should hire a driver who graduated from Harvard because she kept on firing her driver. Perhaps she's just tired of keeping on repeating things and dealing with incompetent people.

Then my friends told me, "In-ana baya ka. (You're like that.)"

For a few seconds, I was silent. They're right. I just don't have the patience to explain things over and over again.

Mad TV

What have advertisers, TV show writers and supposed "creative" staff been thinking these days? Could they been gunned down for Christ's sake?

• Tide advertisement saying that one is greater than two. The word "better" or "more effective" is so different from "greater." It's wrong to say that one apple guava is greater than two native guavas. This concept just gives confusion to kids who are starting to learn Mathematics.
  
  
• Knorr chicken cubes is "natural." WTF!
  
  
• Umami as the fifth taste is something new to me. I've grown up thinking that it still is named "area of no clear taste." But learning that the development of this is helped with Ajinomoto, I have started doubting.
  
  
• Is mayonnaise a real food? Duh. Are there some "fake" food anyway?
  
  
• Edu Manzano's Coffeemate ad. Couldn't we have anything more chaotic and jologs than that? Obviously, he took the project to be more makamasa. I've heard his planning to run for senator come 2010.
  
  
• Pinoy Idol is totally a disappointment - from the very poor production (where's the creativity of the "creative" team?") - lights, camera, stage - to the judges' comments, to the very cold and so-scripted host, to the results. What happened to the people with talents? I have a feeling that Gretchen is going to win this contest. With a Dad who could afford so many loads for his employees, being the first PI is very attainable. In contrary, the stylists have drowned the contenders with their over the top fashion make-over.
  
  
• Movies and TV programs that are promoted not by the acting capabilities of the actors nor by the storyline and any other merits but because of either steaming hot scenes or just plain kissing scenes by the stars.
  
  
• Again, Marian Rivera who doesn't know any other dance steps except the Marimar style.

Blog of the Month - Answers

• If you could turn back time what would you change?
  Perhaps being more pushy when it comes to choosing my desired school. I shouldn't have that sore feeling everytime I pass by UP Diliman.
  
  
• If you could go back and relive history, what part of history would you want to live in?
  The Renaissance. I think my romanticism and cynism would fit well in that era. Though I believe, like Shakespeare and other artists, I would also be unappreciated but then I love to speak in Old English. How shallow. Ha ha!
  
  
• If you are a magical/mythological creature, what would you be? Why?
  Dragon so that I could breathe fire to all people that I want off my sight.
  
  
• Why do you like a particular Roman or Greek God?
  Zeus because he's the God of Gods and therefore in control of everything.
  
  
• Why do older people always say enjoy your youth, especially your singlehood?
  Maybe because they've made use of their youth and singlehood to the fullest or they never tasted a bit of it at all.
  
  
• Do you really HAVE to be IN love to get married (not due to other extenuating circumstances)?
  Yes. I'm an idealist and marriage is a realism of a couple's love for each other, to have that love develop to a higher level and raise a family.
  
  
• What would you want to solve...epidemic, oil spill, or prostitution? Why?
  Oil spill because it's only something that concerns the environment. The environment is more important to me because it is something that the future generation will use. Our marine ecosystem needs to be protected and properly taken care of because it's one of the primary sources of livelihood in our country.
  
  
• What of the five senses are you willing to give up? Why?
  My sight so that I could stop criticizing people's appearance and appreciate them beyong their superficial beauty but hopefully it won't be for good.
  
  
• If you have only one of the five senses left what would you chose? Why?
  That's really a difficult choice to make but being sick two weeks ago made me realize that my sense of taste is something that's most important to me and is something that I couldn't afford to lose. I don't think I could survive without eating the normal amount of food I usually take because everything I ingest tastes the same - nothing.
  
  
• Who would you rather be with? The one you love or the one who loves you? Why?
  The one I love because men, in nature, are emotionally weak and rigid. Women are emotionally rescilient and learn to love the one they don't after some time of feeling that they are loved, needed and treated well. Men are stone-hearted that they always go for the one they love rather than the one who loves them.
  

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

Finally, after long years, Dr. Henry Jones is back with another installment of his adventure. He's being trapped in a Soviet plot to uncover the secret behind mysterious artifacts known as the Crystal Skulls and leaves him no choice but follow what fate and life threat has called him.

The Good

It's good to see Harrison Ford again after quite some time. I couldn't imagine Indiana Jones being portrayed by another actor, though I have a strong feeling that this character would be passed on to Shia LaBeouf maybe on the next sequel or two. The action sequence, the soundtrack, the slapstick, Jones' whip and his hat and the old setting, the same Indy Jones ingredients are still found. I'm also suprised to see Karen Allen again in the middle of the movie (it just goes to show that I don't read the opening credits). I hardly even recognized Cate Blanchett donning a Baby Tsina hairdo. I was only able to realize it was her after more than five minutes since she appeared. Ha ha ha! I must say she's really one great actress.

The Bad

What's the purpose of the word "imperfection" if we won't use it. Add the word "criticize" which helps mold my personality. Ha ha.

This movie seems to be a fusion of "The National Treasures" and "X-Files" wherein the characters have to unveil the mystery behind the Peruvian dirt that leads to the discovery of some aliens. This part really made me disappointed.

Questions

Why do adventure movies always involve some groundwater scenes?
Will locking oneself in a refrigerator save him from the atomic bomb?
Why do those aliens have to leave Earth immediately after the skull has been returned?
Isn't their main purpose of coming in this planet to rule us?
Are there really aliens to begin with?
Will Shia LaBeouf be the next Indiana Jones?
When will the story be set in the Philippines, like solving the mystery of the Golden Tara found in LA Museum, returning it to Agusan River and having them end up in Mt. Apo where the tribe of this cultural minority cannibals will be waiting for them at the foot of the mountain? And in between that, some folk stories like barang will be injected and the victim will be Durian while GG and Juliut will be drowned in a pool of juice? Ha ha ha. The barang thing I could still contain to be included but I was just joking about the three insignificant high school characters. Ha ha ha!

Tele-tubby

What national TV has to offer nowadays:

• Marian Rivera's over-exposed face, jolog accent and same Latina dance moves
  
• Kris Aquino who looks like Valentina in her very curly hair in a Casino advertisement
  
• Judy Ann Santos saying "byutipul" in her Pantene ad (she doesn't speak that bad)
  
• Claudine Barreto whose face looks like an unimpressive drawing with very thick contour and very sharp eyebrows that could even slit one's neck
  
• Heart Evangelista and Jericho Rosales divulging so much about their break-up which is supposedly considered as a private matter
  
• Jennylyn Mercado keeping on expressing how she hates the father of her son-to-be (how pathetic)
  
• Gabby Concepcion and his cases here, there and everywhere
  
• Sam Milby and Piolo Pascual having the you-can-visit-the-DOJ-secretary-anytime access just to ask assurance that they'll be given justice (seems like they're as kawawa as those human rights and rape victims)
  
• MERALCO and its business of profiteering from people
  
• Environmental campaigns that only a few people care about
  
• Ratings issues

To Kill a Mocking Bird

Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.

Last Good Friday, what was supposedly a silent day turned out to be a noisy one. I felt like a saint's spirit had possessed me since I kept on defending Janina San Miguel. I believe I have a strong point. She shouldn't be blamed nor ridiculed for getting the crown because it's not her fault at all - it's the organizers' who set the criteria. Janina is just one simple girl, who wants to be a beauty queen, got convinced by some people thinking that joining this would help her augment her family's status, and then, unexpectedly, after that very unimpressive answer, she won. It's pointless criticizing her because after all, she'll be representing our country in an international pageant and giving her such kind of bad image gives us that negative image, too. I'm against beauty contests because they really don't serve a very logical purpose but since it's already there, we might, as well, support our candidates. In this pageant patty kind of society, English is not the only basis of being victorious.

So much about that lecture, yes, admittedly, I became kind and sensitive and considerate and understanding for a day. My friends even thought that it wasn't me who were with them. Anyhow, I've stated my piece.

Late night came and the then depressed Sam was already happy and excited sharing some pictures that he downloaded via wi-fi - Dingdong Dantes' Bench underwear photographs and this Cuban actor/model named William Levy (I still have to google his name). The latter's pictures in stupid and nonsense underwear with no support at all show his melted balls that made Janice wonder if all guys' balls really look like that. Ha ha ha! It's not really a good thing to do on a holy day so I told them to stop it and go to sleep.

Sam slept soundly. After every series of snoring, Janice and I could hear him moan and do that very brief and relatively high-pitched "Hmm" thing that made me laugh. Actually, just thinking about it makes me laugh until now. Perhaps in his dream, he was fantasizing of those two guys. Ha ha ha!

The day after that, I told Janice that if I'll be a celebrity, I should have the most unique name so that people could easily remember me. Though there's no artist named Third yet, I choose to not use it.

I could imagine a host introducing me before my number, "Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for 'Hmm!'"

Now that's unique.

Ploning

I've watched this movie yesterday and I must say it didn't disappoint me. I'm not a Juday fan but her acting is not really the usual mucus-stimulating, melodramatic, cry-me-a-stream attack. Everything is so subtle, something that is rare to find among Filipino movies. Ploning depicts a woman of love and hope, who, even during despair, chooses to shine out her positivity to all the people in her place, who've been suffering from their own personal problems.

The cinematography shows a panoramic view of Cuyo, Palawan and all the shots are like postcards.

Other than reading the Tagalog subtitle of more than one-third of the entire movie, there's just one irritating flaw I couldn't miss to point out in this film. I just don't like the actor who portrayed the character of the old Digo. Had I possessed six-pack abs, known how to swim, and known that there is an audition for this role, I would have tried out. To give him credit, his blank nuance at the start was good enough to provide mystery with his character but at the end part, when the scene warrants an intense emotion even with just his eyes, he wasn't able to deliver it which really made me think like throwing my cellphone on the silverscreen while watching it. Panira talaga. Nevertheless, everybody in the cast was good including that young Digo. Judy Ann is really very pretty in this movie, I should say and her eyes speak of love. I also applaud Gina Pareño, Meryll Soriano, Tessie Tomas, Tony Mabesa, Eugene Domingo, Beth Tamayo, Ces Quesada and Mylene Dizon for their effective portrayal.

I don't want to give out any more spoilers. Your 100 bucks is worth it and you'll also be patronizing a Filipino product, something that our dying movie industry badly needs. And if you'll go to any SM cinema until May 6, you'll get a chance to win a trip for two to Palawan.

Hag-as

Me? Joining a singing contest like Pinoy Idol? Why? Because I can't. Hag-as uy. I don't have June's guts. I don't even sing in videokes what more with singing solo on stage.

I'm alarmed. I have a look-alike.

Why are people insisting that I am that person? Do they have a proof? Does that bald person smiling all his gums out bear my name? Were they able to get the DNA sample of that guy? No.

Charise Pempengco

I've seen her yesterday at Ever Gotesco. I wasn't stunned nor excited. She's just a talent. I really don't find her pretty at all. I even overheard some salesladies saying that her face is too wide.

I'm not really impressed with this girl. Yes, she's got a powerful voice but the problem is people who are trying to package her are making her age that fast. My God, she's only in her early or mid puberty stage. What does she know about heartache saying "And I'm Telling You" and the likes? And her fashion sense?

Maybe her parents, manager and whoever is handling her need so much parenting counselling to do.

But well, she's getting popular and that her family could rake in money through her.

Blog of the Month - My Ideal Wedding

It's the love month. With the least number of days among any other month, it goes with the false generalization that people who are born in this month are somewhat lunatic. Hypothetically, I think February is chosen to be the love month all because people go crazy when they underestimate and misinterpret the power of love.

But since I am compelled to talk about the positivity of love, I'd better work on the best adjectives and widest imagination that I could muster in order for this entry to work out right.


THE BRIDE

Since this blog is all about ideals, I'll be talking all about MY ideals.

I'm imagining my bride to be beautiful - her nosebridge high enough to be identified as a nose but not too big that her nose would be her face; her eyes deep-set, it won't matter if they're almond-shaped or chinky as long as they're pleasing, long lashes, I won't mind if they're just brown; her lips red that they won't need much lipstick; I don't care much about her complexion as long as her skin is smooth, especially her face; her face should be contoured, jaw bones, if possible, should be prominent. I don't want to see a very round face; her hair long, and shiny, not necessarily straight but not curly; her fingernails not long nor polished; her fingers slim and long; her teeth well-aligned; She should be slim because I don't want to look slimmer than her; I don't care if I'll be shorter than her, because after all, I am Tom Cruise. Ha ha!

I need her to be understanding, patient, strong-willed and independent-minded. I don't want her to be so dependent on me because I hate girls who are like that - the hatid-sundo, the type who couldn't do anything without the help of a guy - because my mother and sisters are never like that. I'd like her to be slightly obsessive compulsive so that I would be reminded in putting things in the right place, including my finances. I'd prefer her to be my financial adviser and analyst. Most of all, I need her to be smart and proactive, the type who could see the positivity in every darkness that we could encounter, the one who could neutralize the negativity in my system.

Of course, she has to have talent in music - maybe she could play an instrument or that she has a nice voice maybe. I'd like her to be low to medium maintenance but knows what's fashionable from not.


MOTIF

I love blue but since this is a celebration of love and purity, I'd prefer the motif to be red - bloody red - to make it more elegant and also white. The theme could either be contemporary or 1950's, where a cadillac would be rented, the video and photos, the songs and the decorations are all set in the 50's era. People should abide with the motif, else, they won't be allowed to enter the reception area. I'll have somebody, my friends for sure, assigned to take charge if their attires could pass my standards or not.

The entourage, especially the bridesmaids and maid of honor should not be in uniform. While it is courteous for these ladies to make the bride as the most beautiful spot, it is also their right to be pretty by wearing the dress that would suit them best. I don't want to see any of the ninangs wearing that overused "ninang dress" in off-white kimona and cheaply-beaded skirt made of satin. I want them to be wearing bloody red and/or white.

While the girls are in their gowns, men should be in black coat and red tie. I've had enough of the barong since I was in preschool and I think I could add some volume on my body if I'll be wearing this not nationalistic attire.


INVITATION

I don't have any idea yet but I want it to be simple but classic. Maybe a little ribbon or any accessory would do. I don't want to much embelishment. With the help of my artistic friends, I could create a good one without hiring somebody to print it for us.

The primary sponsors should not be more than ten. I don't want any politician nor celebrity who doesn't even know the two of us. Guests are limited to 50 only. Aside from the obvious austerity measure, I want it to be intimate and I only want to share this very special event of my life to people who are dear to both my wife and I.


VENUE

It should be a church wedding. The aisle should be long for everybody to take the chance of walking long enough before reaching the altar while some worthy-to-be-called singer is singing our special song as the bride walks down the aisle. If I could have the confidence, and enough vocal coaching, maybe I could do the singing as I watch her walking with her dad. That'll be romantic I think.

I'd like the reception to be held in a not-so-expensive but still elegant hotel hall or restaurant where everybody could be whacky while still maintaining the formality and elegance of the occasion. I'd like the serving of food the Russian way so that everybody could have a fair share of his food.

I'd assign my friends to take charge of the program. I don't want it to be just the typical program with the cake-cutting, wine-drinking, dove-releasing, money dance, etc. It has to be more than that. After all, it's a party. Maybe a little surprise to my wife would add color to it. Some performances, slideshows, funfare. He he.


MISCELLANEOUS STUFF

I couldn't picture out yet how the cake would look like and how the souvenir items would be. Those are very easy to find.


THE HONEYMOON

Since this is ideal, that means that we are still pure. Let me just emphasize that I don't demand for a virgin partner. We also commit mistakes in the past. What's important is we have asked the Holy Spirit to grant us the spiritual virginity and that we have already repented for those mistakes and He would redeem us.

I'd like the honeymoon to be at the beach. Camiguin would do. If somebody generous could give us a ticket to Seychelles, that would be very much better. But I'm already contented with Boracay. I just don't know if my wife would be. We both should be contented.

But then again, it is supposed to be honeymoon. A weeklong stay in one cozy room is already enough to spend it.

See also:

Joanna's Blog of the Month

Janice's Blog of the Month

P.S. I Love You, Fashion 70's and other Random Thoughts

• If you want to get into a sentimental mood, go ahead and watch "P.S. I Love You" starring Gerard Butler and Hillary Swank. Several reviews tell me that it will make your tears roll down your cheeks before you know it. I tried watching it last Sunday. It wasn't effective enough. I almost made me cry. But it's really a sad story.
  
  
• Gerard looks more beautiful than Hillary. Ha ha ha! Thank God she really could act well. He's just developed some flabs that his body is far from that of his King Leonidas role. I still love his character as the Phantom best.
  
  
• This movie makes me think of Janice who lost her first Irish boyfriend because of leukemia. I couldn't listen to "To Where You Are" whenever she's around because she would just burst into tears. That was then. I know she's already okay now. After all, there's Mox. Ha ha ha!
  
  
• Lisa Kudrow is still like Phoebe. She's the comic relief in this very sad movie.
  
  
• It's a fact that Gerard has a nice voice. The soundtrack is so Irish and it's more of Gerard songs.
  
  
• Kathy Bate's character reminds me of my mom who stood so bravely and raised her kids alone after her husband's death. Go girl power! Ha ha.
  
  
• Ireland is a nice place. Irish are so good-looking. Oh I love Caroline Corr. ha ha ha!
  
  
• Fashion 70's is the most poignant series ever told (or I think I've ever watched). It's about four intertwined lives set in the 1950's Korean war, grew old and met again in the 70's.
  
  
• I wasn't moved with Kathryn's story. Maybe because I couldn't relate to her. I admit I cried with the Vince-mother confrontation scenes. I tried to hold back my tears but everything was already too late. I caught myself sobbing. Waaa!
  
  
• Why do some people get everything leaving somebody else with nothing? It's just unfair! Just because Judith is nice and all, she'll have everything? She could have just accepted Vince's love and surrender Jeffrey to Kathryn. In that way, nobody should have died.
  
  
• I just don't get it why girls are too choosy and insensitive. Vince has already changed his life for the better to have something to be proud of to Judith but everything is just a waste. She still prefers for Jeffrey who's not beside her when she needs him. Is that what you call nice?
  
  
• There's a part where Vince's right arm is paralyzed but in a long shot outside the police station, I've spotted it freely swaying. He he.
  
  
• What's the difference between fake and genuine clothes? The latter has the soul of the designer while the former does not have one. Though pirated products are well-copied, the love being poured by the creator is still not present in them.
  
  
• Wow! SBS, a TV network in Korea has really spent much for this series. They've created a soundstage to create a 1970's village. Too bad, the shallow but funny series "Full House" tappled this show's ratings.
  
  
• Sorry to all Jewel Mische fans there. Though she's sweet and pretty, she resembles Kim delos Santos more than KC Concepcion. After almost a year, she still hasn't improved her acting skills. She's so malamya and she speaks in monotone. Paging GMA! Give her more and more acting workshops. If not, don't let her act.
  
  
• Employees of BPI-Family Savings Bank foreign accounts branch in Ayala-Paseo de Roxas have something in common. They don't have prominent jawbones, not even cheekbones. Their faces are too round and chubby. That's what we call uniform. Ha ha. But they're not fat huh. Had I tried applying there, I wouldn't be accepted because of my jaws. Ha ha ha! And their tellers' faces are acne-infested.
  
  
• All PNB branches are really slow-moving. I think it's with their system and their database. I suggest they need immediate update with everything.
  
  
• Why does Western Union have to ask what the purpose of the money you're receiving is? It's none of their damn business. Besides, if you'll write "for home improvement" when the truth is you're planning to buy some illegal weapons, would they still investigate if you've spent it as stated? I really need the courage to put in "That's none of your damn business" next time.
  
  
• Manila is so overpopulated. I promise to myself, I won't take the MRT during rush hour. I'd rather be stuck in a traffic jam sitting comfortably on a bus seat than travel faster but be badly compressed by stinky people and have panic attack later.
  
  
• I still have not memorized my new mobile number.
  
  
• I'm planning to hold a group date with Sam, Janice and Hunnie this February 14. It's our group's anniversary. I just don't have the money to spend. He he. But there's a way. Knowing me, I make things happen.
  
  
• SM Hypermart's employees are really nice. I have nothing to say. They're all courteous.
  
  
• What the heck is with Philippine Tourism Authority head Robert Dean Barbers? Putting his name in the PTA seal along the drainage project in Boracay? That's so becoming of a person who has delicadeza. Is his money spent for that project? And then he's saying that there's nothing wrong with it? In case you don't get what I'm talking about, read this.
  
  
• I'm in the phase of hating this job again. I'm not anymore the team L2 but these agents are still bugging me with technical questions. Last week, I wasn't able to control myself but yell at my teammate.
  
  
• Butuan has a new appointed Press/Damage Control Secretary who googles for the keyword "Butuan" and comment on every blog telling the author that he's wrong with the criticisms he's been throwing on the city government and the city's state and slapping him with all the data and statistics that he could muster. What's bad is he doesn't have an identity. I've never heard a person named "Positivist," ever. ha ha ha! I don't even know his/her/its gender.
  
  Why won't he get a life by building his own blog?

27 Dresses and Other Random Thoughts

• I think I want to fill into Kevin's (James Marsden) character as a cynic, sarcastic and mean guy who writes very romantic wedding articles that every hopeless romantic would fall in love into. I won't need any bad attitudes as I have them all. All I need is a far better writing prowess.
  
• "Love is patient, love is kind, love is slowly going out of your mind." Ha ha ha! I love that line.
  
• I also want to be Jane (Katherine Heigl) who works on somebody else's wedding but not to the point of doing everything for free. I just want to organize and plan for somebody else's important event. Not what I've partly done to Haydee's wedding. I mean something that is carefully planned at least six months before the date wherein I have the say on all the details. After all, I'm a perfectionist. He he.
  
• Janice is coming to the city. I'm so excited that my friends are coming here in Manila to work and have fun with me. I've been a bit bored these past two years. But I'm also a bit nervous after what she has told me in our text conversation. I hope it's just a joke. I don't want to be a part of somebody else's mischief. I want to stick to that "good influence friend" image as much as possible because I'm a good boy. Ha ha ha!
  
• My chest is painful. I haven't gone to the gym for almost a week because of a difficult schedule. I hope we would get the day shift for the rest of my stay in eTel (for only God knows how long).
  
• Edz has her job in Singapore. I'm happy for her.
  
• I'm still not over my grief towards my lost cellphone. I haven't even named it. I'm planning to go to NTC to have it blocked. You dishonest driver. You don't want to return it, pwes, you'll not be able to use it at all.
  
• My shirt is so wet with sweat. I've had a full hour of cardio exercise this morning. I'm feeling better. I hope I'll shed off these flabs.
  
• I have a hoarse voice. What's worse is that some phlegm comes when I speak. SO disgusting. How can I have my singing career? Ha ha ha!
  
• 18 more days. He he.

Blog of the Month - How Can I Make Butuan a Better Place to Live in?

Boasting its claim "In the beginning, there was no Philippines but there was Butuan," our city is said to have existed long before other famous places in this country emerged.

At present, where is Butuan? Geographically, it still exists. Economically, it is in limbo.

Though I don't possess any drop of Butuanon blood, I still love the city where I was born, grew up and got a degree and I want it to improve. That love made me come up to write this entry.

To begin with, Butuan is a nice place to live in. That is why we used the word "better" to stress out that it's already a good place - not so polluted, simple, quiet, smooth traffic, food aren't expensive, peaceful. It's too peaceful that the city becomes dead at 8 p.m. when Gaisano Mall is already closed. I want it to be better because there will be no other place where I could imagine myself retiring and raise a family except Butuan City.

In "The Art of War," the success and defeat of a team depends on who leads it and it's a fact that we are losing. The economy hasn't improved. Yes, there are some establishments that have arrived, bridges and highways were constructed, the city hall looks new, but those are worthless to be boasted on. They are not enough. I believe that this city could be a lot better if people would be wise enough in choosing its leader. But since the Plaza's are dominating this place and I don't think they have plans on stopping from doing so, it is better to invite a triggerman to gundown all, as in all of them so that their regime will be put to stop, for good. This step is far more humane and realistic than singling out some people who keep on voting for them and let them choke to death in the gas chamber. At least, in this way, we could lose a race of crocodile-pig who constantly gain weight from the Butuanon's hard-earned money.

Secondly, the Local Government Unit should take the tax system of the city into consideration. For how many years, the biggest investor that penetrated so far is only Gaisano. Pepsi plant has closed, Coca-Cola has backed out, Lim Ket Kai and SM have been put to hold and are heard to totally back out. How many millions have we lost because of it? How many citizens lost their jobs and how many more could have been employed if some other establishments were opened? Butuan has a very vast area of unused soil and with the kind of climate that city has and the quality of its soil, I think having some buildings built in it could be the best thing to be done instead of making them as agricultural land.

It is good to observe that the squatters along the Agusan River have already been relocated. At least, those eye sores have already been gone. What needs to be done here is to make some recreational parks along the river bank and make it look like Roxas Boulevard. If I would be rich enough, I would put up a restaurant at the Freedom Park.

Lea Salonga said in her recent blog that an airport gives the first impression of a place. Sadly for Butuan, it gives a very terrible first impression of the city. Once the plane sets its wheel, people have the feeling that the runway isn't concrete at all. Quoting the "Philippine Dragonfly:"

plane at Bancasi Airport in Butuan was the roughest Tutubi has had possibly due to the short runway of the airport. The plane felt like it slammed on the runway as if it skidded before taxying to the terminal.

I thought it's already improved after it closed for almost a month due to its rehabilitation. What happened? Maybe it needs to be rehabilitated again, and this time, make sure that the amount budgeted for its improvement would surely go to the project itself and not to somebody else's dining table.

Fifth, I strongly suggest a weeklong seminar and workshop on proper customer service to all employees of government and private companies in the city. They really don't know how to value and treat the primary reason of their existence as employees of their offices - the customers. I've had several bad experiences with them since childhood and I don't want the next generation to experience the same things that I've had with them. The last time I've had was with that city hall employee who kept on reprimanding and shouting at the people who were processing their business license. I've told her to read the credo written on their office wall and reminded her that they are not giving us a favor, instead, we are the reasons why their families are still being fed until now.

Lastly, I really think that Butuan could be a lot better if the laws have to be strictly enforced. What happened to the anti-littering and anti-smoking (in public vehicles) policies? If Puerto Princesa and Davao Cities were able to do it, why can't we? I could remember a symposium we've had in high school when then City Councilor Angie Calo said that it's difficult to impose our laws because there are only a few policemen. What a great alibi! Then why do they keep on making laws if that's the case?

As the slogan of the city aptly says, "Historic Butuan: Ato Kini, Kadyawon 'Ta (This is Ours, Let's Treat it Well)," let's better take good care of it. Aside from its historical claims, we don't have anything more to boast - no good tourist spot, no gimmick places, no other else except a city hall (that I don't even understand why we have to take the elevator to go to the basement) and a new bridge that looks like the Golden Gate. I hope that Butuan could grow and develop itself into something more than a prehistoric place, make it a better place to live in by me and my future family.

See also:

Joanna's Blog of the month

Janice's Blog of the Month

A Big Thank You!

To Joanna and Janice, I don't know how much I could thank you for sharing your time for my nephew's birthday. I really appreciate it guys. You don't know how touched and thankful I am for having friends like you who could feel up my absence.

Thanks a lot. See you in Manila soon!

We Have a New Baby

I couldn't help myself but cry when I saw today's episode of Moms. Argumentum ad hominem is something I hate most and most of the time, I'm not affected by it. But this time, I was really moved. I don't like kids but they don't deserve to be abandoned and all. You know, seeing them cry, hearing them tell their parents (who are hopefully watching them) to come and see them in (or even take them from) the orphanage.

I strongly believe that this country needs a law against child abandonment. Moreso, there should be a law regulating the creation of children itself. There should be certain prerequisites that a person must pass before he'll be given the license to have a child. I don't like kids but I can't tolerate irresponsible parents. They shouldn't have the right to be called "parents."

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I have a new nephew! He's supposed to be named Noel (since it's Christmas time) or Enrique (since my mom's birthday was yesterday) but my mom doesn't want to have her precious name inherited by somebody else and that it's difficult to find a good number for those names. So I ended up naming him Dylan Christien. Dylan, because in Irish mythology, he's the son of the God of the sea (he's brother and sister are Janus and Athena, respectively) so there should be a pattern. Christien is Greek for Christian, which obviously means "a follower of God," (I hope he'll really live by that meaning).

He's supposed to have the same birthdate with my Mom but my sister, being scheduled on the 20th, never went to the hospital because she didn't feel the pain yet. So there, the baby sort of "overstayed" inside her womb and has already excreted those solid wastes and taken some of them inside her system. He's being treated with some anti-biotic but he's perfectly fine. I'm really excited to go home. This is my last day!

Blog of the Month - Why I Hate PBB

Isn't it obvious? I am not a kapamilyucks. Recalling my entry last year, criticizing all those so-called celebrities, I thought I delivered my piece. It's not enough. I really don't watch it because other than the fact that it's not entertaining, it doesn't give me helpful things to learn, it's a waste of time, and yes, I don't know these celebrities, although, I must admit, this batch is better than last year's. By the way, this blog of the month is never my idea, but Janice's. I'm just writing this as an obligation (devil's laugh).

Why do I hate PBB? Let me count the reasons.

First, it is fake. Regardless if it is scripted or not, the fact that these challengers stay in this heavily-guarded house is already far from being normal. Since this is a battle of votes, of how many more will like you or not, one serious housemate should have a gameplan on how to win - faking - being a goody-goody, religiously doing the tasks, looking like the one being oppressed to the point of dehydrating oneself from an ocean of tears, just to get the people's votes. Even I could appear nice, abused and responsible, when in fact, I am never one. Even if one is a notorious girl-beater, he could still get people's sympathy by saying that he's the one being left or what. I'm not mentioning names, just symbols.

Second, this is state where a capitalist is extorting the population that is supposed to be living within and below the poverty line. This whole damn country is undeniably living in inconsistencies. We see people in the streets protesting and accusing the government for not helping them out in improving their lives, monetary-wise, but here they are, wasting several 15 pesos to save their bets from being evicted from the house. How much does a text winner receive? 1 Million? Thousands of pesos? How much does the network get?

Third, these so-called celebrities are almost and are already career-less and joining this stupid contest is a way of reviving their sinking state. Megan Young. I know she's pretty, she's talented, she's tall and she was my bet when she was still in Starstruck but her bitchiness and immaturity led her to her loss. Ethel Booba. She's funny, fine. But she's nothing but a floating plastic who put her popularity aside and opted to cuddle, catfight and be scandalous with her boylets. Baron Geisler. Another talent put to waste. From being a child actor, to a matinee idol, to a Hollywood Dream contender, to a notorious drunkard, to a housemate. Then there's this noisy Mariel Rodriguez who opens her mouth wide before uttering a single word. Some models like Will, Gaby and Victor (whose lips look like the mouth of a catfish) try their luck. Obviously, they want exposure. Hopefully, they'll succeed. So far, nobody from last year's celebrity edition batch became more popular. It's either they maintained their stature of being an endangered species or they became extinct.

Fourth, Kuya is nothing but a corny gay man who has a dark childhood. He must have been beaten badly when he was a kid. Or his father, or mother, or the entire family must have dominated over him that he didn't have any choice but to follow them. Unfortunately, he's not pure-hearted like Cinderella that even the mice and a fairy Godmother chose to get rid of him. Now that he's older, and has acquired a bit of power, he's taking revenge.

Fifth, the challenges are corny. Their slogan says "Ang drama ng totoong buhay" but the challenges are not realistic and never funny. While The Sweet Life was on break the other day, I was switching channels and saw these two silly people acting as Saint Michael and Lucifer on the roof. What the? I could remember several months before that some housemates were praying using a giant rosary on a Good Friday. If they really respect other people's beliefs, they shouldn't have done that.

Sixth and most importantly, I hate PBB because I have a brain, I've got good taste and I know that there are still other things that I could do in this world than watch that senseless program.

Janice's blog of the month

The O. C.

OK, I give up. Though I really don't think that I am one, in order to stop all these teasing, I'll make a public confession. I have a [slight] obsessive compulsive disorder. Unlike my Ate who [strongly] believes that there's a place for everything, order is not really found in me. But still, I'm finding it difficult to function if things are a lot different from what they're used to be.

I could remember when I was as young as two. My dad beat me because I was rolling like a brat when my set of silverware couldn't be found. I really wouldn't eat without those. What's difficult was it's the only set available.

Two, since I've been working in a callcenter, I have this particular arrangement of my windows, which when not in my order, makes my wind go wild. I really couldn't think well.

Since I've come to know "justify," I already forgotten everything about align left. And this was since 1997. I could remember way back in high school when Arsini, my classmate, told me that my typewriter is not a computer. I really spent a long time calculating the number of characters so that I would know how many spaces were needed for the last letter to touch the right margin.

Then there's this difficulty in me to open packages without scissors. I really hate it when sachets are torn instead of straightly cut. I also don't want to tear papers. I'm already bringing a pair of this tool so that I wouldn't have to be looking for somebody I could borrow from.

If you're observant enough, aside from the first letter in my sentences are capitalized (which should always be the case), I make two spaces after every dot. Hehehe. I just want it to look neat.

My friends and classmates who me that my answer sheets and compositions are always submitted neatly, it's as if I didn't have any hard time solving the problems. Truth is, I always have scratch papers with me. And when our teachers won't allow us to have one, then I would keep on complaining and I couldn't concentrate well with the questions. I also waste some papers if I see a single letter printed wrongly or if I missed to double space a certain line.

But then again, I'm still not orderly. I'm just maarte. You don't know how my Ate Doreen is. Everything is in order. Her closet is very neat, her bed well done. And she knows if somebody has entered her room because of a distinct smell she doesn't possess. Sometimes, I appreciate her being around while I'm cooking because she cleans my mess but most of time, I hate her presence because she keeps on reprimanding me, affecting the taste of the food I'm preparing (it is because one has to be in his good mood when cooking).

But still, these officemates are teasing me that I'm OC. I'm telling you guys, I'm not. I couldn't be. But to give you a sense of contentment that for once you won, fine, I am an OC but slight lang.