Thursday, June 28, 2012

Feelingerong Flingero

Meron akong syota sa trabaho. Pero hanggang trabaho lang yun. Trip lang kasi ni Miss Marijuana na maging kami. Pumayag naman ako. So, we are a pair. Feeling bf lang ako ng isang girl na cute at sexy. Masarap din naman kasi ang may maipagyabang na trophy (hehehe, sounds so badass of a dickhead). But really, we’re just colleagues. We’re not even friends. Acquaintance perhaps. And what we have is not something I would call a relationship. It’s not even a fling. It’s a big joke.

Miss Marijuana is a party animal and a frivolous chic. Hindi talaga kami bagay. She would rather spend the evening bar hopping or dance to a tecno-music while my typical nocturnal entertainment would be the cinema, the opera, reading a book, or go to a rock concert. We’re totally opposite. Geek and Glamour Girl, parang tubig at langis.

It’s such a big joke that it really annoys me sometimes to be linked with her. It’s mockery in its vilest form. It’s unthinkable that some stylish chic like Miss Marijuana would be in a relationship with Mr. Less than Average and Anomalous Guy. I kinda look pathetic. And besides, she may be cute and sexy, but she’s not really my type. Bata pa kasi niya. Para lang bunsong kapatid ko (dumber and darker version of my real sister).

So that’s it, isa akong Feelingerong Flingero. Soy un perdedor, I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me.

Nung nabalitaan ng ibang kapamilya ko ang tungkol sa pseudo-fling namin, my goodness, everybody was raving about a photo of me and Miss Marijuana. One actually said na hindi siya makapaniwala na may girlfriend ako. Wala naman talaga eh.

I was annoyed at their reaction. Sigh, pamilya ko talaga, they love me so much that they would cover their low expectations of me with absurd raving. Ikaw na ang magkapamilya ng ganyan!

But then, I really don’t blame them. I know they’re just being supportive and they want the best things in life for me, and it’s cruel and demeaning. Sounds crazy right? That’s how unique my family is. At lahat naman siguro ng mga pamilya may kanya kanyang kabaliwan, at may kanya-kanyang antas ng kahibangan ang bawat isa. Minalas lang talaga ako sa divinely appointed population distribution. But what the heck, sh*t happens and sh*t always has a part in God’s grand plan!

I really don’t mind being single. At the moment I’m really okay at being one. Kung magkaka syota ako ngayon, diyahe lang- kasing laki ng ipot ang sweldo ko, madami pa ang bayarin, at kailangan ko pa gumala sa Europe and meet people without being confined inside the protective-possessive box of socially-limited love-life. Basta ang hirap ng may tali at this moment of my life. Can you imagine?

Me: Mahal, I want to share my life with you.

Syota: I love you Tripster.

Me: Sige, let’s share the love and the debts together. Let’s talk a walk in the park kaysa gumastos ako na magdate tayo sa resto. And I want to marry you and build a home with you in my room, sa bahay ng mga magulang ko.

Bilib talaga ako sa mga tanjegot na mga kabataang nagkakabuntisan sa peak ng kanilang  youthful stupidity.

Anyway, this would really sound very strange for somebody nearing his thirties. Others are too preoccupied starting to build a home and a life with somebody else. I, on the other hand, am trying my best to squeeze life out of existence. I do not intend to swallow the murky slimy flesh of existence without tasting the exhilarating essence of the less crappy side of life.

My lifestyle doesn’t really trouble my parents. Or maybe they just don’t want to ask why I’m not in a serious relationship with some girl. Yung ibang tao lang ang medyo naaalibadbaran sa aking pamumuhay.

They keep on asking why? Sino daw ba ang gusto ko? Naghahanap ba daw ako ng katulad ng dati kong niligawan o yung naging ex ko? Nung hindi pa nga ikakasal yung ex ko, yung iba sa religious group namin nag suggest pa na balikan ko na lang daw yung ex ko.

Ngayon nagiging Feelingerong Flingero na naman ako dahil kahit sa religious community na kung saan ako nabibilang lagi na lang ako niloloko kay Female Friend ko. Mabait, honest at loyal friend yan. Of all the people in that church, yan lang ang isa sa mga natitirang matitinong tao. Hindi naman siya panget pero hindi siya ang type ko. I really don’t like saying these things, but these dim-witted spawns of unmarried antecedents can’t do anything else but put us in the most awkward and embarassing situations. Lagi pang nakahirit yung iba diyan. I can handle it. But up to a certain point they’re becoming really annoying.

Both church and family are pushing me na patulan ko na lang daw si Female Friend. Isipin mo yun? They would teach from their holy books and from the pulpit about love and it’s greatness but in practice they just push you to enter into a relationship with someone you don’t love because they think you’re in a desperate situation and that’s the best thing to do. Marunong pa sila sa puso ng may puso.

Sometimes I do think that these people in my religious community have gone from pure hypocrisy to just being purely mean. Ang hirap naman pakiusapan na tumigil sila. In the end ako lang ang lalabas na pikon at masama ang ugali. Hay, mga ugok nga naman. Bitter much lang. Hehehe... Enough, I’ve said too much. Mamaya kapag na-detect na naman ang blog na ito, mapa-shut-down pa at ma-excommunicate pa ako.

Anyway, I workout, I go to work to pay bills and pay debts, save money, and I want to travel, meet more people (less epals and less freaks), learn kendo, planning to study more French, Chinese and maybe Korean, bunjee jumping, magpa-photoshoot pa with my photographer friend, and many others (and perhaps casual random sex? Hahaha! Nah!). Hedonistic lang. Hehehe...

I just realized na minsan iba talaga ang mental process ko. I view my situation differently. That makes me quite an anomaly in this planet. I’m not alien. I’m not strange. I’m just different.

Sige, gumagabi na. Bukas ng umaga uulitin ko pa ba ang kahibangan na ito? Sa tingin ko hindi na!

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Virgin Charlie Challenge Week #13-14-15 Recap- Perpetual Insights and Perpetual Insanity

Three weeks have passed and here I am again, updating the report of the challenge. I’m still keeping my eye on the prize-  A PICTORIAL, SHOWING EVERYTHING! Hehehehe…

But there’s still so much work to do, so much training to undergo, and I think it’s really time for me to start a REAL diet, an appropriate meal plan.

I never thought that keeping fit and working-out were this hard. It’s not simply about lifting weights, exercises and sweating buckets.

There are three essential E’s- EDUCATION, EATING and EXERCISE.

It should all start with education; educating yourself on what to do, what to avoid, what to eat. If you start doing exercises and routines without the appropriate knowledge, you’re just wasting your time and energy, and you wouldn’t get results.

I tell you, if you’re not passionate about health and bodybuilding, it’s a very tedious task. But it’s fundamental.

How to start? Don’t just go to the internet and do superficial research. Go to your doctor and get yourself checked. Ask for his/her advice. If your gym offers a health check-up (where they also determine your muscle mass and body fat) then go for it.

Then you should start doing some reading about health, workouts and eating habits. If you don’t like reading, then get a personal trainer.

As for your eating habits, well, starvation is never the key to getting a healthy, fit, strong body. You MUST eat. Unless you’re an air-head of a model, then starve yourself to death. But if you want to be strong and healthy AND FIT, you must eat. What to eat? Well, McDonald’s is DEFINITELY not a diet meal. You must do more research about this. It would be better if you will go to a formidable nutritionist and explain your situation.

And finally, dig deeper and push harder in your exercises. It’s hard. Your body will be sore. But you must go further, and this lifestyle will require you NOT TO GO BACK. But once your body get acquainted, you’ll feel better, be more confident about yourself, and the endorphins are simply the best natural drug you’ll ever have! Hehehe… At least it won’t let your deteriorate.

The truth is, I still need to do an appropriate meal plan, learn more about health and body, and be more disciplined with my routines and exercises.

As of now, I’m already at the second month of the Insanity Workout Program. It’s really hard. It’s not just tiring. It’s AGONIZING. But I love the challenge.

It’s been almost four months since I started going to the gym. I’ve lost a considerable amount of weight (though I’m still there at 78 kg, hehehe) and I’m starting to get a modest shape. I never thought that I would be writing all these things.

It’s also good to know that some of my friends are now trying to get fit. The Big Three as we were used to be called is now destined to become the Blue Troika! We’re aiming for the best!

Have a nice weekend everyone!

Monday, June 18, 2012

Twelve Down!

A-   Auster, Paul- Oracle Night
B-    Barnes, Julian- Sense of an Ending
C-    Cornwell, Patricia- The Last Precinct
D-   Dennis, Patrick- Auntie Mame
E-    Eugenides, Jeffrey- The Middlesex
F-    Follett, Ken- The Pillars of the Earth
G-   Grisham, John- The Runaway Jury
H-   Huxley, Aldous- Brave New World
I-     Isherwood, Christopher- A Single Man
J-     Jin, Ha- In the Pond
K-   Kelman, Stephen- Pigeon English
L-    Lewis, C.S.- The Screwtape Letters
M- Murakami, Haruki- South of the Border, West of the Sun
N-   Nin, Anais- Henry and June
O-   Okakura, Kakuzo- The Book of Tea
P-    Patchett, Ann- Bel Canto
Q-   Quinn, Jay- The Beloved Son
R-   Rounding, Virginia- Catherine the Great: Love, Sex, and Power
S-    Simoni, Marcello- Il Mercante dei Libri Maledetti
T-   Tolkien, J.R.R.- The Hobbit
U-   Updike, John- The Centaur
V-   Vonnegut, Kurt- The Cat’s Cradle
W- Waugh, Evelyn- The Brideshead Revisited
X-   Xiaolong, Qiu- Death of a Red Heroine
Y-   Yates, Alexander- Moondogs
Z- Zola, Emile- The Belly of Paris

Currently Reading: The Last Precinct by Patricia Cornwell

Half-way through!!!

Friday, June 08, 2012

Get Real. Be a Filipino. Love Pacquiao.

Let’s be real folks. We’ve got nothing but Pacquiao. Except for the heat and sex that drove our numbers to 95 million, we only got Pacquiao.

Law, justice, Noynoy, “More fun in the Philippines”, our natural wonders, and what else? Nah! Miserable sweet-nothings.

Apart from all those disgusting half-naked half-breeds, there’s only Pacquiao.

Who’s the guy who passively fights all levels of crime in the country in one day? Even the most corrupt pigs in the House of Representatives cease from their heinous obscenity and greed just to give moral support to Pacquiao- the ultimate form of nationalism in the country.

Who’s the guy who can transform everyone into patriots by knocking another person down? It’s not the flag. It’s not Jose Rizal. It’s not the heroic history of our ancestors. It’s PACQUIAO.

Who’s the guy that impressed the world and the Philippines with singing skills? It’s not Jessica Sanchez (because she’s a half-breed, she made Mexico and America proud too). It’s not Charice (who is now the apparent twin sister of Justin Bieber) because she kind of pissed off a lot of Pinoys lately. It’s not the pure talent of Leah Salonga. It’s PACQUIAO, and of course, I just have to mention the name of one of the genuine music artists of the Philippines, that half-breed Anne Curtis. But then, it’s still Pacquiao.

Who’s the true hero of the country? Again, it’s not Jose Rizal. It’s not Andres Bonifacio. It’s not the 8 million honest and hard-working expatriates who are constantly harassed, ridiculed, and living very unglamorous lives, and who are apparently one of the important pillars that hold the fragile economy of the country. It’s not those freakin’ volunteers and strange folks like Muelmar Magallanes who saved families from Ondoy or Efren Peñaflorida, the ever-martyr and educator of poor children. It’s simply, the one and only PACQUIAO.

Who’s the guy, apart from Miriam Quiambao, who pissed off all the gay people in the country? The beautiful tandem of Mommy Dionisia…. And…. PACQUIAO!

Who’s the person who can give vision and direction to our kids and the youth today? It’s not educational institutions like school or university. It’s not education itself. It’s not the nameless myriad of teachers and professors who teach kids and the youth to count, read, and write, and become better citizens. It’s not the teachers who go to mountain villages to teach little ones the alphabet and numbers, using charcoal and leaves and stones. It’s not the President who increased budget for education. It’s not the honest law-makers who are pushing for quality education and information for the younger generation. It could be Kris Aquino. But one thing is for sure, it’s PACQUIAO.

Who’s the only person who can bring peace in the country? It’s not the Christian and Muslim peace negotiators. It’s the not capitalist and communist peace negotiators. According to former-President-turned-trolling-little-congresswoman-all-time-favourite-mafia-matriarch Gloria Arroyo, there’s one ambassador of peace and understanding- yes, it’s not a surprise. It’s Manny Pacquiao, with his peace-making punches.

What is the new official religion of the Philippines? It’s not anymore Catholicism or any other religion that brings hope and spiritual refreshment and moves people to search their souls. It’s not anymore Starbucks. The recently installed religion Magnum Mania is now ousted by the one and only, All-Time Great, Manny Pacquiao. More Pacmanisms/Pacquiaoism for everyone!

Who will save us from Chinese intruders? It’s not the United States because they are in debt with China. It’s not the European Union because they’re a bunch of quasi-bankrupt wimps. It’s not the nerds of ASEAN. It’s definitely not the Avengers. Maybe the Super Friends will come (but we’re not sure). There’s one man who will save us, Manny Pacquiao!

Who’s Paris Hilton’s real BFF? It’s not really Jinky. It’s Pacquiao. And with their true friendship, they will consolidate US-Philippine Relations.

Who’s the only person who will beat Kris Aquino, Boy Abunda and Willie Revillame in the Presidential Election in 2016? SIYEMPRE SI MR. PRESIDENT HIS EXCELLENCY MANNY PACQUIAO.

Get real. Be a Filipino. Love Pacquiao.

Thursday, June 07, 2012

Jessica, the Half-Breeds and the Pinoy Pride Epalepsy Syndrome

Hindi ako hater ni Jessica. Pero buti na lang at natalo siya.

Yung nakita ko siya na kumanta kasama si Jennifer Holiday, akala ko lalamunin nila ng buhay ang mga audience at guguho ang stage sa sobrang galing nila kumanta, paano ko kaiinisan si Jessica? I love Jessica and I really admire her.

Hindi naman siya tulad ng iba diyang over-rated actress na akala mo ba’y ipinanganak na may glutamax sa dugo at balat, maarte pero hindi marunong mag-act talaga, at parang prinsesang nakaupo sa tasa na pinuri, pinalakpakan, at binuhusan ng salapi sa entablado dahil sa kanyang makabasag-taingang boses na parang nagmula pa sa kanyang k*ki.

Jessica is one helluva singer! She could destroy Philips into pieces sa isang birit lang kung gugustuhin niya.

Pero buti na nga lang at natalo siya.

Bakit? Dahil aatakihin na naman ang mga Pilipino ng kanilang PIPES, o ang Pinoy Pride Epaliptic Syndrome. 

I don’t know what’s with Filipinos but they always keep on thinking that the greatest contribution of our people to the world is mixing the Filipino blood with other races, in particular with Caucasians and other white populations. Dugo lang ang puhunan. As if naman titigil ang mundo kung hindi magkakaroon ng mga half-breeds.

In fact, racism is now made cute in the Philippines. Ever heard of the the fashion slogan “What’s Your Mix?”. A concept campaign by Bayo, some stupid fashion line in the islands, was taken down because it suggested na mas cool ngayon ang mga half-breeds. Then they would say, Buy Filipino. Really now? Whites are buying Filipinas like some on-sale b*tches.

So much about nationalism at mga slogan na “More Fun in the Philippines”. Asa ka, madami na namang mga pseudo-conyong jejemon ang magsasabi, “yeah, I’m half this” or “half-that” Hap hapin ko mga mukha niyo!

The only half-breed that’s fun to look at is Cher’s Half-Breed.

Ang hirap sa atin, mabalitaan lang na may dugong Pilipino proud na agad. Kung nanalo si Jessica ang sasabihin na naman, “Nanalo yan dahil may lahing Pinoy.” Duh! Kung si Jessica ay naging 100% Filipino at nasa Pilipinas, hindi sisikat yan, dahil masasapawan yan ng isang over-rated half-naked half-breed, kahit walang talent ang latter.

Totoo naman, halo lahat ng nasa Filipino showbiz industry ay walang talent, kung meron man silang pinagyayabang eh dahil over the years pinilit lang i-polish ang mediocrity na meron sila.

At wala din naman pinagkaiba ang Pilipinas sa China. Kung ang China ang hilig umangkin ng lupa ng iba, ang Pilipinas naman ang hilig angkinin ang mga citizen ng iba. Why claim Jessica for Philippines’s glory when Jessica Sanchez is AMERICAN? The nation who nurtured, cultivated, and developed her talent is the UNITED STATES. Yung dugo lang ang na contribute natin, but we have nothing to do with her talent. AMERICAN Idol nga nilabanan eh, nakisingit naman tayo as if she was one of us. She’s not. Natuwa na lang siya at may mga fans siya sa Pinas.

Puede ba? Tigil tigilan na natin ang pag-angkin sa mga half-breeds, tigilan na ang pag promote at paghuhubad diyan sa mga half-blood na yan. Marami pa dyan Filipina beauty at mga machong Filipino. Kulang lang naman talaga sa ligo.

At puede ba, ang ilagay niyo sa TV, commercial ads at sa mga pelikula ay yung mga talentadong tao hindi yung mga ta*antado!

Argh!!! May mental regla na naman ako...

Anyway, Jessica Sanchez, in the future, I do hope you become one of those divas who will sing their lungs out until all those over-rated glitter-ass auto-tuned girls die miserably. You are a real singer and a real diva.

Friday, June 01, 2012

Impeachment, Just Another Television Series (or How I Tried to Comment on the Impeachment Trial Because I Simply Got Tired of Writing Updates About My Fitness Challenge)

I have constantly held that those who face who face the judgement of imperfect and fallible mortals like us have recourse to the judgement of history, and, ultimately, of God.”

- Senate President Juan Ponce Enrile

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After more than a month of trial, Renato Corona was found guilty by the impeachment court of the Philippine Senate for not being transparent to the people about his wealth. For the first time in the history of our country a Chief Justice of the Supreme Court was impeached.

I can’t give an expert opinion on this matter or make a logical and valid analysis of the proceedings. But I am convinced of one thing: this event reeks badly of political orchestration, conspiracy, political ambitions, and character assassination. As one of the nameless myriad of spectators of this trial, I am not thoroughly convinced of the former Chief Justice’s crime. Enrile himself said that the verdict handed down by the senators was neither the result of the prosecution panel’s skills and tactics nor the testimonies of their witnesses and their evidences. None of them were compellingly convincing. It was, as some experts and even what senator-judges say, the defense panel’s failure to manage the situation in their favour.

From the start, I was expecting an acquittal. Seeing Senator Miriam Defensor-Santiago’s treatment of the proceedings in utmost disregard, the trial was pointless. In her explanation of her vote, she called the trial as KAGAGUHAN.

In the end, the verdict is guilty, but definitely not beyond the shadow of doubts. It was probably destined to come to this point. He started as a midnight appointee with lots of constitutional loopholes. He’s paying for something he shouldn’t have accepted.

But then, I am but a mere fool trying to voice out his insignificant opinions and perplexities.

After all the brawls, the lectures, the pointing of fingers, the covering of ears, the grand-standings, the unlimited speeches, the kagaguhans, the ever-present dramatic scenes in the political arena (politics is more fun in the Philippines), the walk-outs, what did we get from all of these? What did the common man of the streets learn from this? What would change in the lives of the poor, the illiterate, and the hungry? Was justice finally served?


Maybe this really is the start, the beginning of the restoration of honour in our government. Despite the political ambitions of crocodiles, the conspiracies, and grand-standing, at least we have seen that issues can be solved and evil can be deterred by the rule and process of law, no matter how dubious and how unintelligibly profound the words and the proceedings are. It seems like democracy and the Constitution are finally gaining grounds in the hearts of men and in the political arena. We’ve got to start somewhere, yes?

It’s still a long way to go. If we really want justice to be served, such pursuit must not end with Corona. Arroyo and her family and their friends must come to the light and answer the questions and the accusations against them. The Marcoses and cronies are still in power and must pay a lifetime for their life-long crimes committed in the past. Oligarchs and patrician families, and political dynasties must come down and compromise a deal with the people to share wealth and power.
I know I’m asking too much now. Forget about the other things. Go get Arroyo! Do something about poverty, educate the people, and don’t just address these issues from the pulpits and podiums with never-ending diatribes and unlimited speeches.

Otherwise, the impeachment would lose its meaning and relevance to the people. It would be just like any other whimsical and idiotic television series, another national favourite past-time of the people that makes them dream of utopia, and when it ends, they would brush it away from their minds and go back again to their reality- misery, hunger, and hopeless ignorance.  

Amidst all the positivity and the optimistic perspective of what happened, I shuddered when I heard the words of Sen. Joker Arroyo in his last speech in the impeachment trial, like it was some ominous

I can’t imagine removing the Chief Justice on account of the SALN. Today, we are one step from violating the Constitution and passing a bill of attainder. No one can stop us if we don’t stop ourselves. This is not justice, political or legal. This is certainly not law; for it’s not the law of the Constitution. It’s only naked power as it was in 1972.

So I ask once again, after all the brawls and the kagaguhans, what did we get from all of these? What did the common man of the streets learn from this? What would change in the lives of the poor, the illiterate, and the hungry? Was justice finally served?