Oh shoot!

Not with a bang but a whimper

2009-01-19T09:21:00.000-08:00

According to a select group of conspiracy theorists, the world will end on December 21, 2012.
Unless my math is wrong (which, let's face it, it most probably is), that's 3 years, 11 months, and 30 days from now.

The basis of the theory stems from the Mayan Long Count Calendar. To spare you the details, the gist of it is that, in Mayan tradition, the Gods created 3 worlds before ours, with each world being created and destroyed on a long count of 12.19.19.17.19. I have no idea what those numbers mean, I don't even know what the hell a long count calendar is, but according to some smarty-pants historians and scientists, December 21, 2012 will fall on a long count of 12.19.19.17.19 as well.

COINCIDENCE?!
Yeah I think so.

Further study into this fascinating theory however points to the fact that no prophecy was made concerning that date. Heck, the Mayans didn't even say the world will end there. It's simply a date that shares a count with the previous creation. In fact, the Mayans even had dates put on AFTER Dec.12,2012. Some even going as far as the year 4772. So that's bit of a bust on the theory. If it turns out to be false, there's going to be a lot of embarrassed conspiracy theorists out there, blushing and looking at their shoes.

But, let's presuppose the Mayans are correct. Suppose the world DOES end on December 21st, 2012. Maybe it's not an "end" in the traditional sense. Maybe it's more of a spiritual renewal, or the genesis of a new form of life that we can never imagine.
But what if it IS the end? What if on that day, the world, and everyone in it, ceases to exist?
In the blink of an eye, life as we know it, comes to a grinding halt.

They say the world will end in 3 years, 11 months, 30 days. In that span of time, can you honestly say that you've made something out of life? Would you be able to welcome the apocalypse, with open arms, devoid of fear or regret? Maybe you don't need a profound explanation for life, but just something that can make you say, "I'm ready."

Will you be able to say that when the end comes knocking at your door?

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.

The Flavor Chip Life

2008-09-08T21:15:00.000-07:00

You know when you're eating chips, you find this awesome chip, and its wearing a thick foundation of flavoring? that's the flavor chip!

then after consuming it, you would want another one, so you start going through the other normal chips until you do. And sometimes you find more flavor chips, sometimes you don't find any other flavor chips at all.

and we take these normal chips for granted you know, because they are nothing compared to the satisfaction brought by these awesome flavor chips. But in truth, all of us agree, that when we open a bag of just a few flavor chips inside, we wouldn't be satisfied as well.

Life is kinda like that.

---

thank you boredom

DI AKO MAKATULOG! MAY IPIS SA KWARTO KO!

2008-08-24T07:13:00.000-07:00

After getting home from watching the last full show (Big Stan). I looked forward to crashing to dreamland in my bed, when suddenly after a routine checkup for IMs and Emails, there is a freakin COCKROACH as big as MT. PINATUBO attached on the wall beside my bed.

And I shit you not its big, its like the next manny pacquiao fight.

So my first reaction was to grab the nearest slipper. but the nearest one was way too close to the behemoth. So i opted for the CDs and DVDs in my table. So i went on ahead and threw 300 at him, MISSED! and he hurried up into the ceiling. I quickly followed up with A Series Of Unfortunate Events and thats when i saw my fear become even bigger

THE MOTHERFUCKER HAS WINGS!

THERE IS NOTHING WORSE THAN A COCKROACH THE SIZE OF A CHILD THAN A COCKROACH THE SIZE OF A CHILD THAT HAS WINGS!

But with great reflexes, I took one of my Guitar Hero Controllers and slugged it out of the air. landing on the ground and REALIZING I HAD NO SLIPPERS ON, I quickly scrambled to the top of my bed, where I saw him retreat somewhere in my brother's side of the room.

I never saw it again.

And now it waits

Somewhere in my room

The biggest cockroach in the world

waits

patiently

for the prey to sleep

but I cant sleep

How could you sleep if you were in my position?!

Somewhere in your room is a cockroach you attempted to kill
you attempted to slice using projectile DVDs
you attempted to slug using a toy guitar
SOMEWHERE IS A COCKROACH WHO HAS UNFINISHED BUSINESS SOMEWHERE NEAR YOUR BED! WHERE YOU SLEEP!

WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE TURNED OFF. IT WILL CRAWL INTO YOUR OPEN SNORING MOUTH AND SHIT THERE

Thats whats gonna happen when i sleep.

help me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Globalization

2008-08-16T03:33:00.001-07:00

Viva La Globalization!

Very imposing, and very commanding. Just do it...

Okay

The Croc.

Haha, get it? TAP into more great times at Friday's...
Nope... that didnt work...

I was walking around the bookstore at about 11am and it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and a film SLR shutter sounds like a 50 cal. shit.

Interactive art they say. This thing just gets you wet...

not that kind of wet...

slightly out of focus, but still very stylish :) I'm teaching her how to use the digital Sony. She loves it.

Greenbelt 5 Mall. We have so many malls in the Philippines, we're running out of names to call them.

Toy dogs seem to be becoming a popular accessory too here...

This lady even pooped one out

Japanese Pancake Pizza Omelet. Okonomiyaki. Had to run into "Little Tokyo" to stay dry.

Everyone else was watching a Tigers baseball game. This dude and I were just :|

Coffee shop pimp. Way to go.

My dad thinks all this Globalization smells funny, but it's what makes the world go 'round. Thank you McDonald's.

Yeaaah. Smells funny...

How to ruin your diet: Pan Fried Red Ribbon Ensaymada

2008-08-07T22:16:00.000-07:00

Hello! here's a sure fire way to ruin your diet. Ever had Red Ribbon Ensaymadas? Wait lets not call it that. Lets call it 'das cause thats more awesome. Ever had some Red Ribbon 'das? You do? Have you ever had them fried to a crisp crusty behemoth of pleasure?

What most people don't know is that when you eat at Red Ribbon, as in you dine-in and eat inside the establishment. When you order ensaymada, they fry it up for you. And smother it with butter and powedered sugar. That got me thinking. maybe i could do my own version at home!

I shall dedicate this post in teaching you how to ruin your diet with a Pan Fried Red Ribbon 'das. WITH PICTURES!

So we start off by softening a refrigerated 'da via microwaving heating.

DELIGHTFUL! But not delightful enough!

After that we get butter and melt it in a teflon pan

The more non-fat the butter, the better

Make sure your 'da is not spoiled and doesnt have molds and such. Happened to me before and that was a fun experience in the toilet...

I shat the sheriff...

Now because I wasted time macro-ing the shot above. I didnt notice the butter was burning in my pan. So there you go, we put some more butter (and burn it) and the pan is ready for crispy-fying.

Butter should not be brown, but its all good

We put the 'da cheese side up and let it fry until you feel its burnt enough.

Burninating commencing!

Now we flip it over. AND WHATS THIS? NO cheese on this side?! FOR SHAME! The lack of cheese saddens me, so we go to the icebox and look for cheese we can burn.

THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!

I found some singles cheese and it did its job well. If you could, you could put 1-900 slices of cheese in there. I dont care.

ah yes, the world is better now

Now lets flip it over to burn the NFC (New Found Cheese). Make sure you melt it good.

Mas masarap pa sa SEx ;)

On to the plate. Now for garnishing purposes, we put some Philadelphia Cream Cheese on top. FOR GARNISHING PURPOSES NGA LANG E. Its not mainly for eating. but you can eat it too. :)

'Das Incredible!

So there you go, remember that when ruining your diet, make sure you go ALL-OUT. because partially ruining your diet is just stupid. If your already ruining it with a Banana Split you should make that go with a Chocolate Milkshake as well. I mean why wouldn't you? its already ruined anyway.

January 15, 2006

2008-08-05T22:40:00.000-07:00

These two pictures were taken over two years ago. Much has changed since then..

Here's Sonny trying to bite his own ear...

Here's Sonny and Mr.M posing for a picture.

Sneaky Rolls, Meter on the Fritz

2008-08-03T21:43:00.000-07:00

Sneaky Rolls, Meter on the Fritz

I didn't know what was on this roll, but it was tucked snug in my closet and as I was cleaning out, I decided to have this processed and scanned. I now know why I didn't scan this in the first place, the shots from it were hardly keepers...

A burnt half frame. My cousin JJ learning how to use Photoshop. This guy's got heart :)

A happy couple having some tea

Buckles. My Loyal Beagle.

My dad. He's a milkman, here he is examining the milk's consistency and viscosity in the glass. He never really liked the business cause it really is a bitch negotiating with mainland Indians and getting them to ship ANYTHING out on time. Hare Krishna.

My folks watching a movie while waiting for dessert. This is quite cute.

This was from a Call Of Duty night at Jame's pad. The guy has computers and sensors in every fucking corner. U.P. over here decided to distract us during controller setup.

that's about it from this lost roll.
and it might be the last from my Yashica Electro 35. The meter is acting funny, and when a rangefinder wont focus on infinity, you know something's wrong.

Archiving Photos

2008-08-01T07:06:00.000-07:00

I'm not the neatest person when it comes to arranging my stuff, but one of my new year's resolutions was to change that, and start organizing my room, my notes, and my files. Since I'm moving my older stuff onto an external drive soon, I figured I'd share some of them with you before moving them into storage.

This was taken after our side trip to the little surfing/beach province of La Union. Migs was tired after numerous face plants in the sand...

Lining up for sunblock. I hear in Russia, they have to do this for bread!

This is Gab giving up after trying to body board.

Moonwalking on Skates!

The guys started to play tag after a while at this tiny amusement center in what was Camp John-Hay in Baguio City. Many former American bases were turned into money making machines after they [The Americans] were forced to leave. Gab gets away from James who obviously skated only in his dreams. We almost died laughing cause it seemed like a bad horror flick where it takes the monster forever to creep up to the kids. James must have fallen 15 times before realizing the game is going nowhere, fast!

Depressed looking dog tied up outside a Korean school. I would be depressed too...

More photos from the beach

Very nostalgic. This was a couple days before I found the love of my life :)

The Cobrasnake Bites Manila!

2008-07-30T10:14:00.000-07:00

I never thought I'd get to see the Cobrasnake in Manila (Philippines) in my Lifetime.
but...

Great guy. Gave him a couple of calling cards... one of them... should end up with Chris Weeks.

Damn club stopped me from bringing in my slr, was lucky I had my point n shoot with me. Thanks Rev for getting me in. Now if only I could be like this guy, Mark got in the swankiest club here with a pair of shorts on. He's the man.

How Batman Saved My Life

2008-07-24T11:37:00.000-07:00

So there I was, walking the empty streets of Hong Kong, the neon signs that buzzed and burned in the early hours of the night have been extinguished.

The alley was dark and damp, a perfect place to get mugged in any other city. But not Hong Kong right? Of course not, I assured myself, there are cameras EVERYWHERE!

I braved the un-illuminated side street, stepping on strange puddles as I waded through almost pitch-black darkness.

There it is! The light at the end of the alley! I saw it so perfectly, the bus stop, the small crowd waiting.

They were all there, I just need to get past this darkness.

I quickened my pace, and as I did so, I heard a strange sound.

I stopped at my tracks, but the footsteps that echoed seemed to fall a second too late.
My breathing became heavy, my heart beat raced, I look back and see

Nothing.

But I can hear it. In the dark darkness, a shuffling of feet, an unsheathing of blades.

I broke into a run, and my pursuers gave chase!
The street is a mere 20 meter's away!
But no! It doesn't look like I'll make it!

As I turned around to face my would-be muggers, a strange shape formed in the blackness
Then, without warning I hear a:

BAM!

BOOF!

KAPOW!

ZING!

SOCK!

As the cornucopia of 60's sound effects filled the alley, I broke into a run, confident that the strange saviour can handle himself.

Salvation! I find myself at the bus stop!

But who was it that saved me? What brave soul would just jump out into a darkness so dark that it was darker than what a blind man can't already see?
Who would be dark enough to pull of such heroism?
WHO?

I'll tell you who.

It was Batman.
I do not lie. The Dark Knight himself saved me from my would-be muggers.

I, unfortunately, was not able to chronicle the battle to save my life.
However Batman did take me to McDonalds.

Michael Keaton has fallen on hard times since the first Batman...

Beware, criminals of Hong Kong! Batman walks the streets....and apparently not even the Dark Knight is immune to the allure of a steaming hot Big Mac.

TEN! TENENENENTENTENTENTEEEEN!!!! TENENENEN NENEN!! TENEN NENEN!
(Batman The Animated Series theme song)

Pantscapade

2008-07-18T00:10:00.000-07:00

Hey my name is Plasticbagman but people call me Red. And man I hate shoppping. Don't you just hate shopping? Well I do. Its because something like this always happens:

Months ago, I went shopping for a brand new pair of pants. So I went to a certain store, (to be professional and to prevent embarrassing myself by misspelling the store name I shall leave it unnamed). So I went to this store and I checked out some pants. After some time I got two candidates for a spot in my closet. My customer senses urged me to ask the nearby saleslady and ask which is better.

"Alin ang mas maganda dito?" I asked

"Eto sir" she pointed to the pair held by my left hand.

"Bakit?"

"Kasi po sir, etong isa tight fit eh"

For some reason what she told me really hurt. Maybe its because im overweight, and that was a remark against my fatness. Sir the loose fit is better because you aint fitting in that other pair. What an asshole! But maybe she has something else on her mind, so asked her.

"Ano naman kung tight fit?" I asked calmly

"Baka po kasi mahirap sa... inyo..." Eventually she realizes the point shes making and diverts

"Kasi po sir... mas maraming bulsa yung isa eh"

Splendid! I LOVE POCKETS! The shorts I'm wearing right now has a dozen of em! Moving on, I took her advise and I asked for size 40s (note: may not be actual pants size). So she went off and looked for a size in the back while i waited for what seemed like a Pres. Marcos presidential term.

Finally after the martial law, she arrives. With two pairs in hand. Hmmm.. I only asked for one... somethings going on

"Sir wala na pong size 40 (note: may not be actual pants size) size 38 na lang!"

Now don't you just hate it when this happens. They made me wait for eternity, told me I was fat and now I dont have a size? Whats more is that they're trying to push me into buying a size lower or a size under.

"Sir ano sir? try niyo yung 38?"

What do you say to that?

"AH OO, buti na lang kinuha mo yang 38! kasi sa tagal mo sa likod, tumakbo ako ng around the world in 80 days! Tapos pumayat ako!" **(see note below)

Just kidding, I wish I said that. I also wish to have turned into the hulk and hulksmashed the store. Anyhoo, the real story is just I went out and walked home and dreaded the day that I have to shop again. Sorry for the very texty post, my next post will be more picture filled i promise you that.

**(authors note: apparently that wass already a joke from Demetri Martin, in my defense I made it up on my own, but Im not claiming it to be mine and mine alone if someone else beat me to it, im not taking away anything from them.)

Mr.M's Guide To Living In A Post-Apocalyptic World

2008-07-16T22:33:00.000-07:00

I've been hearing a lot about a certain magnitude 8 earthquake that will supposedly hit Manila on the 18th of July, 2008.

Now, I can't really help out with preparing for such a disaster, mainly because in the movies, any and all preparations are either insufficient or negligible, almost always due to lack of information, arrogant politicians, or the main protagonist's inability to reach the broadcast tower on time (because he had sex with the lead female and/or he is hindered by a doomsday cult obsessed with the apocalypse. Or both.)

We're supposed to be saving the world right now...

I know that the prediction says that it will only hit Manila, but let's prepare for the worst.
Most likely when this earthquake hits, the international community is bound to send out a couple of relief efforts, and I'm sure the government will like, I dunno, hand out candy bars or some shit.
You'll be fine.

No, what I'M going to discuss is a GLOBAL EARTH SHATTERING DISASTER OF CATASTROPHIC PROPORTIONS. (cue in epic music.) [add an echo to your voice for effect]

Global Earth Shattering Disaster

What I might be able to help with is surviving the post-apocalyptic world that you know inhabit.
I speak with proper authority because I have read and seen countless post-apocalyptic fiction and movies. I am well versed in over 10 different scenarios, ranging from a Vampire/Zombie Take-over, to a Humanity Wiping Plague, to a Nuclear Armageddon, to a Meteor Impact. Heck, throw in the Final Judgment while you're at it.
Oh yeah. I read the bible too. I can survive that.

Pfft. This doesn't scare me. I'm prepared for that.

So! On with the guide!

Mr.M's Guide To Living In A Post-Apocalyptic World! (Earthquake Scenario)

A 100-year old prediction of an Earth shattering earthquake has been ignored. The prophet who made the prediction is now dead, and the world's governments have turned a deaf ear to all your warnings.

EARTHQUAKE?! OMG NO WAI! LOLZ!

Suddenly, a massive quake hits all the continents at the same time (just for the sake of argument). We see a montage of disasters happening, from a shopping mall being torn asunder, to a preschool being swallowed up by the earth.

Picture this, only with school children and old people.

You somehow survive because, being forewarned, you were in a gigantic dirigible, built by the prophet who wasn't actually dead, he was just working as a transvestite midget hooker to evade the same doomsday cult who prevented you from warning the rest of the people. (Why he's a transvestite midget hooker, I don't know. Just use your imagination.)

As you float down to the now-ruined cities, you find yourself alone, and destitute. Your leading lady is shocked into suicide, the prophet fell out of your balloon when you were landing so he's now nothing more than a red puddle on the ground, and your trusty side-kick has died of a massive heart-attack (again, just for the sake of argument.).

Congratulations! You have reached the end of the world!

Oh...Shit.

But don't pat yourself on the back just yet! Surviving an earth-shattering catastrophe is one thing, but the true challenge is living out the rest of your natural born life.
The world-ending earthquake managed to wipe out 95% of the entire human population.
This may seem a large number, but take into account that there are over 8 BILLION people in the world.
What's 5% of that? I honestly do not know. That's more math than I can handle.
You must now survive
Do YOU know what to do?

No. No you don't know what to do. That's why you're reading this.

Step 1: Establish a home base.

First, look for a decent place to crash, preferably one that is both comfortable and easily defensible.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

Remember, no one is running the power stations, and high-rise apartments are out of the question, seeing as most of them would have toppled over by now.
There should be many hiding places available by now, mostly created by office buildings lying on their sides.

One of these buildings can be YOUR new home!

But be careful! The ground could be treacherous and aftershocks are to be expected.

Worry, Shit like this WILL happen.

Step 2: Stock up on supplies.

Food and water naturally become a priority. Canned foods, dehydrated meals and the like will be your best friend in this dark and power-less world. A butane gas stove and some camping gear would also be essential.

You know why people in the movies have a hard time?

Because they didn't have shit like this.

Medical supplies come next. I'm no doctor but hey, neither are you! Stock up on anti-biotics, the stronger, the better. Some needle and thread to sew up any wounds, Hydrogen Peroxide and rubbing alcohol to stave off infection. Maybe some soap as well. Just because no one is around, doesn’t mean you gotta abandon personal hygiene.

Step 3: Educate yourself.

Next, I suggest gathering up a lot of How-To books. You can find them in any abandoned bookstore.

Get books on stuff like, How To Wire Electronics, just in case you find a working generator(and you will find one), some medical books on How To Clean Wounds would also be in your best interest.

How-To Books. You get the idea.

Step 4: Clothing.

Clothing will also become an issue. If you live in a tropical country, chances are you wont need much, save for the occasional raincoat when monsoon season rolls around.

But if you're living in more temperate climates, going out and getting winter wear is a very good idea. Some heavy overcoats, maybe some gloves to stave off the harsh cold. Oh and, get a pair of welder's goggles. Those things look cool when matched with a torn up trench coat and a rifle slung over your shoulder.

Kinda like this, only with goggles. Goggles are cool. Trust me.

Speaking of rifles...

Step 5: Guns and Ammo. (Maybe even some knives)

Just because the earthquake wiped out most of human civilization doesn't mean that other people won't be after your shit.

Stock up on pistols, and shotguns for home defense, rifles and automatics for scouting trips.

Grenades are unnecessary and dangerous.

You can find these, and other weapons in abandoned gun shops or, if available, ruined military bases. Pilfer the corpses of dead soldiers and security guards.

However, if the world decides to swallow up guns and some such, go low-tech and fashion yourself a knife. It's easy just pick up some rebar, and, like, make it pointy or whatever.

Either one of these would be awesome.

Step 6: Mobility

No man is an island, and soon you'll need to get out there and look for other survivors.

This is a tricky step. Since the earthquake has wiped out nearly all of Man's infrastructure, you will be hard-pressed to find gasoline. I suggest going to nearby wrecked petrol stations and gathering up any and all petrol. Hey, don't worry about it, it's free!

Vehicle of choice: Run back to the ruined military base mentioned in step 4, and, why not, grab yourself a tank. It's sturdy, and it can go over almost any kind of terrain. Better than that, grab a helicopter. It gives you a greater range of mobility and sight. The only drawback is that you'd need to know how to fly a helicopter in the first place.

I'd suggest tanks. They're much cooler, and easier to drive.

I mean, with the tank, It's just like driving a car. Have you never played those tank battle games in arcades?

Yeah, it's just like this!

Step 7: Re-establishing society.

By now, you should have gathered AT LEAST 5-600 people.

5-600 people. Give or take.

Your home base has become a miniature city, and you managed to gather a very eclectic group of survivors. On staff are doctors, farmers, engineers, technicians, etc.. It is at this time that re organizing the structure of society becomes your choice. Most people would go for a more democratic, Utopian society, where everyone gets a say.

But remember this: If everyone gets a say, nothing will ever get done.

I, for one, would go with a despotic, albeit benevolent, rule. I know what's best for everyone, so you can all just shut the fuck up and listen to me. That way, everything gets done right.

At this point, you usually ascend to the highest position of power in your mini-city, atop the shoulders of a thankful crowd. In the sky are the super imposed images of your dead loved ones, smiling down on you, and nodding with approval.

It should look something like this. And if you're not the one wearing a crown, then you have FAILED.

Perhaps your dead girlfriend would say that it is time for you to move on, at which point you then notice a stunning doctor-girl in the crowd giving you the eyes. You may now use your imagination as to what happens next.

There should ALWAYS be a sexy doctor in the crowd. If there isn't one, then you have FAILED.

-The End-

I hope this guide will help you in your time of need. It's only a day away, and you may not have access to the internet when it comes.

I suggest printing this out, and keeping it under your pillow while you sleep, so the knowledge may seep into your head while you slumber.

This is Mr.M saying, I am not responsible for any and all accidents and/or deaths that may result from the rote following of this guide.

Cheers :D

Finally

2008-07-16T07:23:00.000-07:00

After about two months of waiting, we finally can rest easy... ;)

I walked in the place looking slightly under dressed when placed against the theme and scale of Teatrino at the Promenade. It was simply stunning
I didn't get a press pass, and I didn't have "Chris Weeks" status, so I had to shoot from my seat and many heads got in the way. I'm not disappointed about the photos because...

Caroline was dressed completely in white, and for an amateur model, she definitely did better than we all expected.

Caroline at work. Like I said earlier, my vantage point wasn't the best one in the house with a lot of heads in the way... and this noisy D70s with a 35 eff two isn't the way to for stuff like this... but it's what I have to work with.

Camy is Caroline's new friend. She was representing "Aroma Black" Aroma? Don't ask me... Anyhoo, Camy turned out to be such an interesting person. She does a lot of graphic design and works at a very nice art firm. A really artist, not one of these. (This term was originally used by Chris Weeks, so it's only fair to give him credit)

This was the winner for the Black category. He looks very mean, until you realize he's not too tall. Still... mean. Looks like a Cuban/Spanish drug lord.

Pink. She didn't win though...

This girl did. Chesca.

Raymond never liked standing still. He never looks at cameras either...

Mine had a neon sign on it so he could see it better. :) Gotcha!

After the show, my girlfriend told me about this one really stiff dude who wanted to bust a move but was just too damn stiff... so she taught him how to do the robot. This is HIS version.

In a contest like this, you can't help but have one or two professionals join in on the fun. This girl nailed the walk and she was looking topnotch that night.

The moment right before the decision...

The decision. I had no doubts at all. ;)

We had to celebrate with a couple of drinks.

$2,000 in cash

A One Year Modeling Contract with Sony Philippines

A Sony Vaio C in "Pure White"

Revo was in attendance and hopefully he got a better view of the event that I did. Thanks for the photos Rev! ;)

This is my first Uber blog entry, but I hope to continue with more. The community has inspired me over the years and I am breaking out of my shell just now to give back. I really enjoy the works of Chris Weeks, and the people that post on his page. I love their style.

Time to work on the next blog. ;)

An open letter to Christine Daae

2008-07-15T08:54:00.001-07:00

Hi Ms.Daae! Big fan of your work! Love your performance in Faust! Very rivetting, if I may say so myself.

But, there's just one thing...

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I mean really? Going out with Raoul, Viscount De Chagny? That motherfucker? What kind of message do you send out to women everywhere? Go for the rich and powerful, ignore the smart and caring people?
In the original novel, Raoul Vicomte de Chagny is a spoiled, almost feminine, character described by Gaston Leroux as having a "small, fair mustache, beautiful blue eyes, and a complexion like a girl's' and an air of just having left the women's apron-strings."

Do you know what that means, Ms.Daae?
That's 19th century slang for
"Raoul was a fucking ladyboy who wouldn't know how to please a woman if his life depended on it."

Another interesting note, in the book, Raoul threatens to go on a suicidal expedition to the Arctic if you, Ms.Daae, did not pledge yourself to him. It also goes on to say that he is angry and jealous of your relationship with the "Angel Of Music".
I don't know about you, but doesn't that remind you of emo kids of today?
"I'll cut myself if you don't love me! waaah waaah"

On the other hand, The Phantom is a real ace. Sure he's crazy, but that's only because of his scarred face which, seeing as you are a shallow, shallow human being, turned you off.
Besides, crazy is good sometimes.
The Phantom is a man of multiple intelligences, making insanely beautiful music while building a goddamn Opera House in his spare time. He's also as well-traveled as the Vicomte, having built a palace for the Shah Of Persia, fabricating houses in Constantinople, even going as far as learning to "breathe underwater" from the Tonkin pirates of South-East Asia.
Now if that isn't hardcore, I don't know what is.
Also of note, although The Phantom DID threaten to blow up the Opera House if you, Ms.Daae, did not pledge to love him, he didn't.
And yet, you went ahead and chose Raoul, jeopardizing the lives of hundreds in the Opera House just so you can play naked peek-a-boo with the Vicomte while rolling around in his money.
But he didn't blow it up, did he? No sir no ma'm. He loved you way too much to even think about hurting you. He was content in having been able to kiss you on your forehead. That was enough for him.

So let's see; The Phantom is a musical prodigy, an accomplished architect, is both mature and loving, and he can fucking breathe underwater.

Then we have Raoul, a spoiled, overbearing, jealous, emo ladyboy with the maturity of a 10 year old but with a bank account the size of a small country.

Pound for pound, The Phantom is clearly the logical choice for any prim and proper woman.
But no, you're not prim and proper, are you Ms.Daae?
You are a whore. A shallow, two-faced, whore.

You chose money and power and looks over intellect, emotional maturity, and BREATHING UNDERWATER.

YOU ARE MESSED UP, LADY. YOU ARE MESSED UP IN THE HEAD AND YOU ARE A HEARTLESS WENCH.

You're the 19th century version of Paris Hilton, Hot but Shallow.
I hate you, Christine Daae. I HATE YOU.

hugs and kisses,
me

Homemade Pizza

2008-07-12T01:24:00.000-07:00

A few nights ago, my dad, my sister and my girlfriend decided to join forces and try to make something delicious. In the end, they were successful. They made 5 uniquely flavored thin-crust pizzas. They were about 8 inches in diameter packed with toppings. I had 1 whole pie all to my self. :D

Preparations

Finished Product

P&P Tattoo 7/10/08

2008-07-09T20:32:00.000-07:00

Rambling on and on and on and on....

2007-11-20T08:44:00.000-08:00

To say that this blog hasn't been updated in a while would be..well, an accurate statement.
So, a recap for all those reading(if any are reading this.)

Hmm, where to begin?
Ok so, first of all, I have left the Philippines. I currently reside in Hong Kong. I had a despedida before I left, which was a blast. My cousin Migs (you may call him..MahabangKwan) was there and most of our barkada. Unfortunately Sonny wasn't able to make it, but it's ok. He had his reasons. And his reasons were good.
Unlike some people out there.
But oops, I'm not gonna drop names.
Anyways, Life here has been pretty weird.
If I haven't properly introduced myself, I won't. 'Cause it takes a while and it's a pretty long story.
Suffice to say, I'm one of those kids who fuck up almost every single day. Let's leave it at that.
So anyway, Life here in Hong Kong is pretty weird. The first thing that freaks me out obviously is the language. It's like everyone is screaming at each other. I know the Cantonese language has its intricacies but, cmon people! Inside voices, USE IT.
Second, the pace of life here is best described as FAST. I mean, seriously fast. Everyone here worth their siomai walks at a pace roughly equivalent to a jog. I'm not even kidding. It's like, everyone has somewhere to go. No idle by-standers, shit even the old people are doing something. And as one of the laziest people I know, this scares me. The only way I could survive walking down the streets of downtown Hong Kong is to walk like I'm going to the bathroom or some shit. It honestly freaks me out.
So, aside from the complexities of the country, what else is new about me?
Well sir and madame, I could go on and on, but I would be lying.
As some dead guy once said, History repeats itself. I got a sweet job bartending at this bar in Discovery Bay. Basically, Discovery Bay is like the UN. 90% of the population is White, mostly Anglo-Saxon. The rest is a hodge-podge of Asian,Black and Filipino. And for a time, It was good.
I went to work, did my best, went home.
Shit, I even got laid here. It was awesome.
But as proven time and again, I will always find a way to fuck things up.
Pretty soon I lost my job, I broke up with my girlfriend, and now I'm languishing at home AGAIN. Putting the cherry on top of this sad,sad predicament is my Mom. It's not that she berrates me without reason, it's the complete opposite actually. She makes sense. Her arguments are rational, and, this what I can't stand the most, SHE ALWAYS SEEMS TO BE RIGHT.
Sigh.
Yeah, I'm living the sweet life now aren't I? (not heard, the miserably sarcastic tone of my voice).
In conclusion to this sad tale are stories from home about my friends. Not only does it depress me to think that I can't hang out with them, I'm hearing stories about some of my closest friends drifting apart. Whether it's by some outside force, or by personal choice, my friends are drifting apart from each other. And that just sucks. Big Time.
As I write this, I come to realize that I've built up my identity on my friends. And that's why I'm so afraid to lose them. Even if I can't stand some of them. I define myself by the people that surround me, and I don't know if that's right or wrong. You tell me.
Anyways, It is disturbing to note that most of the writing I've been doing has been shifting from normal nonsense trying-hard fiction, to stupid frikkin shitty emo shit. Seriously, I may need to kill myself soon before the Emo plague consumes me any further.

What brought about this sudden outburst of teenage angst? Well, I'm turning 19 in 2 weeks. And that really scares the shit out of me. 19, and what do I have to show for it? Again, kind sir and madame, you tell me.

Well, Interesting. I hope that Sonny and MK post more often. It'd be fun to revive this blog.
Anyhoo, as the British are apt in saying, Cheers mate.

What Is Love?

2007-01-14T15:32:00.000-08:00

Now quite a lot of my closer friends know that I have found someone special
That someone, fills the void in my life
She takes care of me everyday
and I reciprocate

A couple years ago, I was very lost. I didn't know what I wanted in life
.I didnt know what I needed in life.
I was envious of all the couples I saw around me.
I was jealous of all the guys with girls in their arms.
I was furious at the men who didnt treat their women like ladies.
One only know's what he's got the moment he loses it.
The moment it is already too late.

I made a vow
To treat whoever loves me in life... with the utmost respect, love, and understanding
My Family
My Friends
My Lovely Girlfriend
I take none for granted.
For each day we spend on this earth
is a gamble
I could move on after writing this
I could move on after lunch tomorrow
Or, it could be you
Life is unpredictable
Sharp turns
Forks
Life is too short
Live life, loving
and caring for the people that matter the most
go out with a friend and down a long neck
take your dad out for a BBQ dinner
treat your mom out to a day at the spa
buy your little sister some candies
pamper your better half
give her the world give her the world, the way she likes it
scrambled
or sunny side up

Love is, sharing your soup with a friend because a fly landed in hers.
Love is, a bright red rose, for no reason at all.
Love is, giving up some time to make sure you catch an early ride home to cook dinner for a guest.
Love is, spending 5 hours, shopping in 3 craft stores and making a meaningful valentines day card.
Love is, doing the same exact thing, to make a card, for every other day of the year.
Love is, cancelling an important event, to spend time with a friend who you havent seen in a while---even if it means you just end up talking and staring into space.
Love is, a home cooked meal---which you put together by calling the best caterers in town,
so you're sure your date enjoys the feast.
Love is, a letter for each day of the year.
Love is, replying to all those letters.

Love, can not be defined.
It is merely experienced.
Love Life. Love your Friends. Love your Better Half.

Dedicated to my love
Caroline Marie Ruegg

Happy December 5th and 7th!

2006-12-07T06:07:00.000-08:00

What makes December 5 and December 7 so special? Some may say that these days are pretty normal, boring days. I say otherwise. These are very special days. December 5 is also known as the Day of the Ninja and December 7 is known for Pearl Harbor and the death anniversary of John Lennon. But that is not the reason for this post. I'm posting here today to greet two of my best friends, Sonny and Mikey, happy birthday. Mikey's birthday is on December 5 and Sonny's birthday is on December 7. I would also like to greet UP a happy birthday since his birthday is also on the 5th.

Sonny on the left and Mikey on the right. Happy Birthday guys. To UP, sorry, I have no recent pics of you. I'll make it up to you somehow. Again, happy birthday. WASSUP!?

What do Krispy Kreme, Baguio and La Union have in common?

2006-11-27T07:31:00.000-08:00

The answer, us. Wednesday - Thursday we camped in Fort Bonifacio for the Grand Openning of Krispy Kreme. From Thursday night to Sunday afternoon we were stationed at Baguio but we took a side trip to La Union on Saturday to enjoy the huge waves. And now for the pics:

This pic was taken at the line outside of Krispy Kreme at Fort Bonifacio one night before it's Grand Openning.

From the left: Mikey, Ispaydermahn, Gab, Sonny, Mark, Me. Not in the pic: Caroline and Binny.

This was taken by me in Monterazzas Village in Baguio.

From the left(top row): James and Mark. From the left(Bottom Row): Gab, Mariel, Mikey and Sonny.

Here we have the same group just walking around Monterazas Village.

Finally, a shot at Mines' View Park. For some odd reason, we're all wearing black even if it was one happy day. Mark is not in this picture because he had to take a test back in Manila but that's ok, at least he came all the way out here to spend time with us.

I just wanna say that this was one of the best weekends I've ever had! Even though there were some tough times during the trip, like the Sonny bashing by Gab and Mikey, our fights over the Mahjong table, Mark's early departure, my extremely painful wipeout, and the fact that we had to go home, I had one of the best times of my life during this trip. I'd just like to say to those who said they would come and then backed out at the last moment that this kind of thing may never happen again and you missed out on a huge part of your life by not coming. You know who you are.

To those who did make it I'd like to say thanks and of course, WASSUP!?! DIZ IZ DRUGZ!! IZ DRUGZ!! LOL!! LA UNION PICS NEXT TIME!!!! OVER AND OUT!

Why Love, or any other feeling is not just a chemical reaction

2006-11-09T18:38:00.000-08:00

Sorry to disappoint you guys. This entry wont have any pictures. But I guess you'll have to get used to the way I post. Sometimes I feel the need to throw in a couple of pictures to prove my point and sometimes it just compliments the entry.

So what's the title of the blog got to do with anything? Believe me, it has to do with everything I'm feeling now.

If some of my more slower audiences havent figured by now, I'm talking about a girl.

For Centuries, Women, has been the downfall of man. Women, is Man's Kryptonite. They are our weakness. I hate to sound all panzy and French, and all that, but I have found my weakness.

As some of you may already know... I am an arrogant bastard. I have an ego so big, Ron Jeremy would be proud of me. Seriously, I found a lady that has popped the fuckin air head and grounded me. Am I complaining?

Fuck No.

I love it.

I've never had a more positive outlook in life and I probably have never even talked about stuff like this too much before. Migs is actually not sure if I've been myself lately.

So where am I getting and and who is this weakness of mine?

Only my closest friends know who I'm talking about. They know who she is, but they've never met her. Her name's...a secret, for now. I like her a lot. I wish I knew if she likes me too. I hate to sound like a fuckin gradeschooler about love/likes/crushes, but this kind of feeling is impossible to explain, and this is the only way I can put it.

See... I'm a guy who hasnt been into many relationships. Fuck, I'm the type of guy that has a tomboy chick for friends, not real girls. I dont keep too many girl friends and I dont read signs well. Girls on the other hand are all about signs. If she's been dropping anything I cant see, and if someone can point it out...just tell me whats on her mind! If shes dropping hints and I'm not picking it up, I might be hurting her and that is the LAST thing I want to do to her. I really like this one guys... Any help in any fuckin form will be greatly fuckin appreciated. (Mikey, I still hold the record for most fucks in a fucking para-fucking-graph)(www.barbecuediguana.com, Chris Weeks is my Idol Though)

Mark keeps telling me to stop thinking about her when I' not with her. Its impossible guys... I get lost in her eyes and you know I dont like making eye contact with people cause I'm shy like that.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAY (Read: BIG FUCKING SIGH)

So I take her home in a ghetto cab right? Took us quite a while to get there and on the way I tried to be a gentleman and all and gave her my jacket cause she was cold...

Asked her if she had fun...

She said she still is...

I hope that means something...

(If someone thinks it means something, please write it on a piece of paper and fucking staple it to my face so I can see it) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

One last sigh...
Glad I wrote this down... I hope she finds it... no wait... I dunno... I just... :(