Monday, December 26, 2016

The Year That Was 2016

It's been quite an interesting year for me, even though I failed almost all the goals that I have set up.


I entered the networking business. I had fun in the early stages when I was earning good money. I deposited some in a mutual fund and burned another huge amount of it in food trips and other travels. But that's okay. I wasn't quite all set to be in Forbes 500 this year.

The Death of the Political Animal in Me

Around February I lost all the desires and interest in politics. And I tried to muster all that energy for politics and focus them on Kris Aquino, beauty pageants, and pageant men (things that I used to hate with all my heart).

From then on, I was happier. Less troubled by the world and by the madness of mankind. Even with the arrival of the Dutertards and all their shit in the internet, I wasn't really annoyed or moved. I was quite indifferent.

There were bombings here in Europe, and I really could not care enough. I sound like a terrible human being, but I'm just trying to be pretty much like everyone else. I don't go to charity dinners anymore, symposia, or any political gatherings for social awareness and all that shit. I am the indifferent average Juan. And I quite like it. My blood pressure's lower now. LOL!

The Death of an Icon

Miriam Defensor-Santiago died. And it was one of the saddest moments of my 2016. She was my hero, my idol, and everything for me in the world of politics. So God took her away left us people like Enrile, the Marcoses, and the Binays. Sometimes, I just wonder if God is just being a mean bitch.

Engineering My Travel Plans

No more "drawings". All my travels were finally engineered to reality. Gaeta, Rome, Vatican State, Paris, Tuscan medieval towns, and other major cities of Italy. If God wills it, and if He doesn't decide to be the ultimate frustrating force in my life, I might finally make my Grand Tour Southern Italy a reality in 2017.

That Fucking FIAT 500x

I thought I was going to be able to buy a new car. I wanted the small FIAT 500. But the car dealer was really handsome so I agreed to buy the FIAT 500x, a bigger one, a crossover car. I dunno what it's called. I don't fucking care. I just like it, and the car dealer. But it's so fucking expensive so I asked, "how about a financing program, like mortgage or something?", and handsome car dealer said ok.  And I was so looking forward to driving a new car by December. And I am still here, driving my good old Golfie, a Volkswagen Golf. And it's really frustrating- not being able to have a new car, and not being able to see that car dealer again. Paasa kasi ang mga putangina na yan!

A New Boss

We have a new boss. So that means there's a new set of rules, another round of political games to be played. Will I survive? Or will I go higher? A change is chaotic but it's good for the soul. But let me sharpen those claws of mine and be the mean bitch, because the games are about to start.

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Twas The Night Before Christmas 2016

It's actually Christmas right now while I'm writing this. I just wolfed down some salmon, hamonado, lasagna, tiramisu, chocolate gelato cake, cheese, and lots and lots of rice. Yes, rice pa more! A Filipino Noche Buena is never complete without the rice. No ham or any roast pig for us. For some reason, my mother, the official Noche Buena chef and the ultimate authority on dictating the menu for Christmas Eve's dinner, has no penchant for any swine meat


Anyway, I just fucked up my health tonight by gulping an unaccounted number of wine and, currently drinking, a sweet goblet of Martini rosato.

But I am quite happy this Christmas. I was able to give nice gifts to my best friends and my cousins and my beloved nieces, whom I spoil so much and treat like my own princesses. I think that's all I need for this holiday season- smiling faces from my cousins and friends. That, and a 3-day trip to northern Italy, in Turin.

Strange enough, I have to say that I am happy at this moment of my life. Strange because whenever I try to analyze how my life has been this year, it's really frustrating.

I mean started with some great goals at the beginning of the month, and I ended up nowhere.

Goal #1- Be fit and healthy- FAIL, LIKE REALY FUCKING FAILED IT.

I am eating like a slob with the wrong set of food and the wrong time of the day. Don't want to give any excuse except that it's really fucking hard to discipline myself.


I've been around Tuscany almost the whole year and have finally visited other fabulous cities. Birthday trip to Gaeta, a week in Paris in the summer, another Roman Holiday with friends, THE STATE VISIT TO VATICAN STATE (I have to put it all in caps), and next week, Turin. I FUCKING NAILED ALL OF IT FABULOUSLY.

How was it possible? Almost all of it were SOLO TRIPS, that is, a trip by myself only. Yes, being single really allows you to achieve lots of things, and one of it is travelling to places without any hassles and waiting for others. Rome and Vatican and Paris, those places I visited with friends or family. But for the rest, I travelled alone. And strange enough, I had fun, really.

Goal #3- Join a literary contest- FAILED

Goal #4- Write a novel- FAILED

Instead of pursuing these goals, I started to pursue another goal- that networking business. Yes, I preached the importance of open-mindedness, the excitement and thrill and the compensation of such small but promising business, and the money, oh the fucking money you can get from such little things as soaps and creams.

I am not yet a tycoon. And for those who said that this is all a scam, well, I am not going to prove anything. I am just happy that all of the money I used for travelling was from that baduy networking business, while I was able to save my salary.

But a full-time job and a part-time networking business can really drain out the life from you. In fact, I had to stop for sometime because I just realized that I really don't like business. It's really about the money. I wasn't having fun, because I would be happier if I were writing down the first chapters of my unborn novel.

Goal #5- Read 25 books.

I'm on my 24th. I might pass this before the year ends. Let's hope so!


Yes, this Christmas, like I said earlier I was able to give away gifts for cousins and friends. Next year, it will be my uncles, aunts, and parents turn to receive gifts.

Goal #7- Write blog entries

I was really quite lazy this year and wasn't even productive. Partly because I have no discipline and just give way to the desire to sleep all day or too occupied doing other stuff (trying to make money by selling beauty products and not doing low-cost blowjobs).

Goal #8- Launch a new blog

I really delayed this because I was and still am undecided whether I will create a new blog or not. It feels like Tripster Guy is over, and a new being is about to come alive. Well that new creature has been around long before but has never been given the limelight. In fact, this may be my last entry here. Who knows? I think I'll need another round of martinis to think it through.

Goal #9- Learn a new skill- FAILED.

I wanted to perfect my French, or calligraphy or anything. Nada!

Goal #10- Find a rich lover- FAILED

I couldn't even find a decent lover, let alone a rich one. Or maybe I am not really slutty enough. Sigh.  

And now, let us a draft a new set of goals. Perhaps I'll be luckier this 2017.

Monday, November 07, 2016

Tuesday, November 01, 2016

November Reins

Now play November Rain by Guns n’ Roses. No reason. Background music for reading.

If they were still this young, a threesome would be great.
Almost 5 AM. Sleepless and it’s the second day of the November. And we’re almost there, almost at the end of 2016. Many things have happened regardless of how I totally abandoned my goals for this year.

Here I am after more than two months of not writing anything. I refuse to declare hiatus or apathy because that is not the case. I just gave up on life, that’s all. Lost all the drive. These days, only vendetta and rage motivate me but the results are always thwarted by the numbing effect of religion (truly the opium of the mass). How I wish I could have all the time and concentration to write and create worlds and people, give birth to all my delusional thoughts on paper, on my stack of leather-bound notebooks (I always believed that I’d be able to use them and write something in them), or in this blog.

In fact, I’ve been considering to close this one, and start a new one. I’ve been meaning to write not as Tripster Guy or T.G. Bagyo, but as the delusional lord and ruler of butandings, the Prince of Whales. But I am still undecided.

It feels like I am always held back from achieving a better life, a better me. My procrastination, my cynicism, my fucking job, my lack of education, class and sophistication, my laziness, my religion and the divine duties I must perform, my fear of being totally out and becoming a loud drag queen with huge D-size silicone boobies, my overweight body, goddamnit, I am blaming it on everything!

Who else but the one and only true queen, Bianca del Rio
Ok, pity party’s over.

So what’s next? I’ll be doing some silly one-man performance for a little girl’s birthday party. I hope next time I’ll be doing some burlesque dancing in front of a lust-filled gay crowd. LOL! Oh that would be a dream come true. And speaking of dreams, I might get the car of my dreams. I should be saving up to move out of home. It’s really embarrassing. But I just can’t leave them behind, for some reasons that are not really valid but seem quite serious and important for me to consider (i.e. helping out in taking care of our two octogenarian lolas). Cost of living is not really difficult. It’s simply super fucked up plus sonafabitch income tax and other taxes. Tangna this.

Will you become a dream come true?

If I really have to move out, I would only be able to afford a small apartment in some remote area where my navigator wouldn’t be able to register the location. I don’t mind a small apartment and the galaxy-wide distance from my work. But Florence has a history of having one of the world’s most terrifying serial killers roaming the sub-urbs. Unless it’s a Jeffrey Dahmer kind of serial killer who is really cute to fuck, then it would be ok for me to be knocked out and be eaten.

Jeffrey Dahmer- the cutest man-eating human/demon/sonafabitch that roamed the earth

Add to that the apocalyptic phenomenon of successive earthquakes that’s been rocking Italy. God can be so confusing- sending messages of hope in life while sending out all the signs of the world’s end and the futility of human aspirations. Sigh.

Ah hello November! 

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Of Swords and Saints: The Sword in the Stone

This picture maybe familiar to you.

Disney’s version of the story of the sword Excalibur and King Arthur. According to popular British legend, the Excalibur, the sword in the stone, will only be pulled away by the true and rightful king of Britain, that is Arthur.

One research led me to another and I found out that there’s a sword embedded in a stone and can be found somewhere in Tuscany. But its story is kind of told in reverse.

There was a ruthless and worldly knight who goes by the name Galgano Guidotti. According to some records, it was said that later on in life, Galgano had two visions. In his first vision, he saw Archangel Michael telling him that he, the angel, will protect the knight himself. In his second vision he saw the Creator and the twelve disciples. After seeing the visions, his horse took him on top of Monte Siepi. There he decided to plant a cross but could not find any wood to cut so he plunged his sword into the stones in the ground, a gesture of his pledge to live a holy life dedicated to the Lord.

I am not sure of the story’s authenticity since the Church at the time had to fabricate certain stories of saints. But the relics found there are quite awesome, and many people in the past have claimed to have experienced miracles and healings.

But I was wondering. We Filipinos have a famous saying- itaga mo sa bato. Pilipino kaya si St. Galgano?!

Saturday, September 03, 2016

San Galgano Abbey: Touching Heaven, Changing Earth

I went to one of the most peculiar places of worship in Italy- the San Galgano Abbey. It is in the province of Chiusdino.

Construction started in 1220 and was finished six decades later. In the Middle Ages it was one of the finest work of architecture and was one of the centres of power and wealth in the territory of Tuscany as the abbey allied itself with the Republic of Siena. Tragic events brought the end of its magnificence. All that’s left of it are its arches and walls and an open ceiling. Nevertheless, one can still see the remnants of its glorious past.

From afar the idyllic Tuscan background gives the church a very quaint image.

As you step inside the ruins, you will be amazed to see the clear blue sky from the roofless abbey. 

Such spectacular view would make you think that this church can be holy grounds again, even if lightning and earthquakes struck it down, even if greedy men and wars despoiled and desecrated it. This place can still be holy as long as the faithful witness God’s glory and dwell there to worship the Creator.

The Chapter House

The cloister, and that's my sister...

Friday, July 29, 2016

Good reads so far...

Works by my favourite writers…

Sherds by the illustrious F. Sionil José

It has the same old favourite theme of F. Sionil José- class struggle. But you can’t get enough of it, simply because it’s a story that is truly happening in the Philippines.

Peter Gregory Golangco, an artist, academician and a hacendero who belongs to the old and wealthy Golangco clan, meets the feisty and bright student, Guia Espiritu, and was mesmerized by her native beauty and wit.

The rich guy is frustrated because he couldn’t decide whether he wants her as a mistress, or as his protégée, or as his daughter. The author has always rich DOM’s in his stories. LOL! But that’s fine with me. I don’t want to be judgemental.

So the girl will be an inspiration for him, but will she be his ultimate downfall?

The book poses the questions about the Filipino artist and its role in the struggle of the poor and the end of the rich’s supremacy.

Very interesting and insightful to read.

after the quake by the literary drug Haruki Murakami

after the quake is a collection of stories that revolve around the 1995 Kobe earthquake. Six stories written in Murakami’s distinctive and addictive style. I honestly don’t know how to expound on that. Nevertheless it is a wonderful book. I always consider his works as drugs and my ultimate source of psychological escaper from my dreary personal life.

Get high on this book, not on drugs.

Twisted 7 by The Universal Potentate, Her Imperial Highness, Grand Empress Jessica Zafra

Her rants and raves about the great, the noble, the squalid, and the mediocre will make you laugh out loud, and realize that she is the ultimate diva that would change your life, or at least brighten your day with sarcasm and irony. Not to mention her crusade against the stupid.

Read Twisted 7. Pledge your fealty to Her Imperial Highness the Grand Empress. Enjoy! 

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Of First Ladies, First Queridas and STD's

After many years of hopelessness, finally, Malacañang will be illuminated, not by the new president. No. I wasn’t concerned about the presidency at all. I was talking about the “Office of the First Lady”. Yes, the country has urgent need of a First Lady, and by God’s grace, He granted us Davao’s mayor, the beautiful and kick-ass woman, Ms. Sarah Zimmerman Duterte-Carpio.

We sometimes disregard the importance of the role of the veiled power-player behind the throne. In the past, First Ladies were just the presidential consorts and principal hostess of the Palace. But that was not the case when Imelda Marcos assumed the role which she totally revolutionized after becoming an influential power-player herself. She wasn’t only the Palace’s hostess, but she was also the late dictator’s alter ego, and at times, one of the many political rivals. Imelda proved herself as an important political weapon when she became First Lady- she was a public charmer, humanitarian, and the president’s envoy.

Enough about Imelda. My point is, since Imelda, the First Lady’s role has changed and evolved in many ways.

After Imelda, there was Mrs. Ming Ramos who was very active in her role as the presidential spouse, advocating issues for the environment, going around the country promoting and helping charities and many other foundations, even sports events that promote her sport badminton. 

And then we had the Martyr First Lady, former senator Loi Ejercito-Estrada who renovated the Palace and making it the grand splendour of Manila (I presume).

Of course, First Ladies wouldn’t be interesting without their antitheses, the First Queridas.

I wouldn’t discuss Imelda’s rivals here. That’s another entry. Believe me, I can write a book about it. I just need the right sources and do some more research.

As for the Ramos Administration, there was The Hidden First Lady who was allegedly the hostess of a powerful political group who “counselled” President Ramos and was said to have an overwhelming influence on the President’s policies. This socialite had a very peculiar relationship with FVR. I won’t say anything further. I might end up committing another presumed cyber-crime, or worse, assassinated for being too chismoso.

On the other hand, the Martyr First Lady Loi Ejercito-Estrada, well she had to share the President with other 12 Unofficial First Ladies, allegedly; each living in her own splendid palace in the capital, allegedly.

The last decade we had Presidential Spouses who are too glamorous, too scandalous, or too irritating.

The fall of Estrada paved the way for the Gloria days, who gave us the first ever First Gentleman, Mike Arroyo- a huge pig, ugly, and perhaps guilty in all levels of corruption and plunder. He represented the Philippines in various business meetings, perhaps with the Chinese, and many other dark lords of corruption.

And then we had Kris Aquino, the lady whom I fondly called STD First Lady. She graced the Philippines with her super white skin, wide mouth, annoying accent and laugh, tactless bitchy manner, and her STD. I hated every moment of it, of having Kris Aquino as First Lady. I really don’t know what she has achieved and I really don’t care.

But now we have Sarah Duterte-Carpio, The Kickass First Lady. I will never forget that punch she gave to their local sheriff in Davao. And her compelling campaign to push her father to run for the presidency. And of course, the fact that she bears the name Carpio makes it imperative for me to raise up my banner and support her.

Obviously, of the two de facto First Ladies, I choose the First Lady with balls over the First Lady with crabs.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

The Charming Prince of Malacañang (and a sub-entry on political fan-girling)

I've always said that politics is the showbiz of the ugly, by the ugly, and for the ugly; for I see more ugly faces that charming and beautiful ones.

There are only perhaps a dozen of people I could think of in 30 seconds who are truly handsome or beautiful. And they are doomed to fade away, or they really never increase in number.

The usual focus of the public is on the candidates, on the politician himself, and on his opinions. The usual shit in politics.

But the 2016 Presidential Race was spiced up when media covered the most useless and frivolous issue of the election season- the candidates' sons and presumptive heirs. And by the looks of it, their offspring possess the glamorous and panty-dropping, enchanting, nakakaloka looks (finally, thank God!).

In the era of beauty-deprived politics and mental mediocrity, the media has discovered something that will give us hope, or better, a break from the random male-celebrity bullshits we watch in porn, in television, and from looking at all those familiar faces and crotches in EDSA billboards that have bogged down our taste and appetite for substantial male beauty.

Thank you media. You really know what the people fucking need. So they featured this roster of young men that I like to call the new Princes of Philippine Politics.

My personal pick is Brian Poe- the "pang commercial" smile, flawless skin, pretty face, and an impressive family background.

But this was way before the general elections. And out of nowhere came out this photo.


And I was like:
The Stages of Evolution from Political Observer to Slutty Fan-Girl

Stage 1- Reads the name Sebastian Duterte. Hmmm… *click*

Stage 2- After two photos. Furious clicking and typing of key words in various search engines.

Stage 3- Giggling like a schoolgirl at the sight of another photo

Stage 4- Hormone overdrive. Lost all reasoning capacity. Libido takes hold of every piece of one's humanity.

Stage 5- Gets back to reading and searching for Sebastian Duterte while raving on the phone about the guy with gurl bestfriend.

Stage 6- Speaks of Sebastian Duterte with friends, calling him by his first name like they are in a real relationship.

Stage 7- Shrieks and giggles and speaks in wild tongues whenever Baste's photo appears before him. Undergoes therapy.

And that's how I became Baste's secret paramour. LOL!

 To end this worthless entry, here's a photo of my new beau.

Don't you just want to become a soap and lather that body all over? LOL!

Thursday, July 07, 2016

That Southron Lord of Davao

I think people should stop making memes of President Duterte and family as the Philippine version of House Stark of Game of Thrones. It feels like it’s bad luck. Not that I am superstitious, but there’s a probability that whatever happened to the Starks could also happen to the Dutertes.

I am a firm believer in the fact that the political principles of the dynamics in the world of Game of Thrones are not different, or should I say, the same in the Philippine political landscape- minus the dragons, the Night King and the Others.

But Duterte is truly like Ned Stark when he was Hand of the King under King Robert Baratheon. Just like Ned, the new president has a very promising start. He is chivalrous and determined to bring down and destroy all the evil forces in the capital and in other realms.

It’s quite worrying because this southron lord who has come to claim the throne in Malacañang could be devoured by the system. Only a fool could claim to be not tainted by corruption or say that he could withstand the establishment’s dark vortex. And any man who vows to change the country with words such as “change” and “better future” is doomed to become a new disappointing system that replaces another.

You see corruption and injustice are so deeply rooted in our politics and social culture that even Lucifer himself doesn’t bother anymore to frustrate whatever divine agenda the Almighty has for our country. And add to that the bishops who are so vociferous of their opinions and EXPERTISE on matters such as sex, family, and politics.

But he did have achieved and spearheaded a lot of things in a week that other buffoon-presidents tried hard to do in six years. And change is never a pleasant thing, especially when there’s a twisted quarter-of-a-century-old political culture that has been rampant in our communities. Many people, high born and low would be too reluctant, pessimistic, or would even oppose any change at all, even if it’s for the good of the nation. We can’t even follow basic rules in traffic, and we hit our MMDA officers when they reprimand us, even if we are in the wrong! And how far will the fierce mob of Dutertards back up the president when things could go wrong? History tells us that Filipinos, even those known to be nationalists, have been the greatest turn-cloaks of all time.

I refuse to be the new Negastar in this new age of Philippine politics. But with so much promises and many things to fix in our republic, and my being fully immersed in the next few weeks in my reading of “A Song of Ice and Fire” novels, one can’t help but think of Ned Stark’s pretty head rolling down the steps of Baelor’s Sept.

Monday, June 27, 2016

The Manifesto of the Mob Republic

After the Philippine General Elections of 2016, after bringing out our worst immature highschool-like behaviour, democracy has prevailed. God has spoken through the voice of the people. We are all Dutertards after all.

 We are Dutertards.

  1. We pledge allegiance to The Strong Man who doesn’t give a fuck to anyone else.
  2. We venerate The Strong Man because he is the Father and Saviour.
  3. We curse because it’s a virtue. We keep things real.
  4. We follow his words, because we can’t have our own initiative to do good by ourselves.
  5. We believe in the justice of the vigilante.
  6. Fuck others’ opinions. We will gang up on you.
  7. The Strong Man’s humor is not offensive. Rape is probably funny.
  8. The Strong Man is infallible. It is our task to clarify all misunderstanding and eliminate (neutralize) falsehoods.
  9. Fuck the media. The media is the devil
  10. Fuck religion. There is no other god other than The Strong Man.
  11. Fuck decorum and ethics.
  12. Women of Davao are not hipon. They are free to sit on The Strong Man’s lap.
  13. Fuck human rights.
  14. It is only right if The Strong Man says it’s right.
  15. Anybody who is against The Strong Man is a criminal. Not a probable criminal. A criminal who awaits a bullet in his head.
  16. Fuck democracy and rule of law. Mobocracy rules.
  17. Kill the corrupt.
  18. Kill the presumed criminal.
  19. Kill the criminals.
  20.  Cleanliness is next to Dutertardliness.

The writer of this entry is currently seeking political asylum in various European countries. In the meantime, the Philippine government is arranging for the return of Jose Maria Sison and the execution of T.G. 

Tuesday, June 07, 2016

After Six Months....

Six months ago I have listed down 10 goals that I will pursue and try to achieve this year. And so far, I am not really doing great.

  1. Healthy habits- I wanted to be fit and healthy. Few months ago I started to workout again like I used to FOUR YEARS AGO, and that entails also a rigorous diet. And I am failing miserably. I thought that by summer time I won’t be embarrassed to showcase my flesh on the beach. Well, it’s summer now, a very rainy summer. But when the sun is up and I’m on the beach, I’m gonna look like another butanding washed away on the shore. I don’t even want to justify why I stopped exercises and good eating habits because IT’S FUCKING FRUSTRATING WHEN I’M TIRED AND HUNGRY.
  2. Travel- on this point I am managing this one quite well. I am really excited for the summer because not only I am going to shame myself on the beach, but this is the perfect season to travel in the countryside of Tuscany. And the country is so beautiful in the summer. At the same time, all preparations are done for my birthday trip to Gaeta, a small town near Rome, and Paris. I’m really looking forward to those relaxing and fun vacations.
  3. Literary competition- I wanted to push myself to write more often than I used to, and send an entry to the Carlos Palanca literary contest. Ambisyosa! I know. But the goal is not to win but to push myself harder in writing. So far, I haven’t joined any contest, not even sent anything to any call to submissions for publication.
  4. Novel- well, it’s there, in the making. That is if you can call five paragraphs a novel-in-the-making. I am going to lay-off some other commitments so I can really have enough time for this. Busy-busyhan lagi kasi. I am not really busy. It’s simply a question of priorities and time management. And yes, too much time for porn. Hahaha!
  5. Reading Challenge- This is the only goal that I am not having any problems except that according to my tracker in (the perfect website for bookworms and nerds like me) I am two books behind schedule. But that’s ok because I am reading thick volumes. I am still confident that I will reach my goal of reading 25 books, and perhaps more.
  6. Gifts for cousins and godchildren- I promised to give birthday gifts for my 30 godchildren and my other cousins, all 13 of them. But they’re too many. So I guess they’ll just receive gifts on Christmas. Promise!
  7. Write more blog entries- If I can’t even dedicate a time for a short story, how much more for this blog. And lately, my circle of bloggers is quiet, except for a few handful of dedicated bloggers.
  8.  A New Blog- I was preparing a new blog with a totally new concept different from this one. But I am not keen on keeping two blogs. And I do not wish to close this one down. My target month to publish the new blog is on July. I won’t be anonymous in the other blog. But we’ll see. I might abort it.
  9. Learn a new skill- I was thinking of taking classes in kenjutsu, or something that would teach me how to use a sword so I can decapitate assholes with a real samurai sword. Kill Bill style. Instead, I started a new thing. Networking business- a new skill that could give me what I really want and love so much- MONEY.
  10. The Pursuit of a Rich Lover- my chances of becoming a querido to some rich bloke are still zero. What if I try to the rich one and purchase my own man-servant/man-whore? Hmmm…

How about your goals?  

Monday, June 06, 2016

Ang Pangarap na Bituin

My last tweet (yes I tweet pa rin… pseudo-celebrity eh. LOL!) made me realize something about my own luck. Laging kapos ang swerte ko, compared sa swerte ng mga kaibigan ko.

from, ganito lang ang peg ko.... from the movie "Bukas Luluhod ang mga Tala"

Ilang oras mula ngayon, magkikita kami ng bestfriend kong taga Roma- the one na may mga barkadang artista at sikat. I sometimes can’t believe his luck. Not that I am envious. I really am not into pinoy celebrities and TV personalities. Porn stars kasi ang hinahabol ko. LOL! Pero hindi biro, talagang good friends siya with several ultra famous celebrities. God knows how much I want to mention names pero hindi pwede. Hindi ako naka hingi ng permission sa BFF ko. Hehehe!

Napaisip lang din ako- sinong artista na ba ang na meet ko in person. WALA. Dahil nga siguro hindi ako interesado. Pero kung hindi yung celebrity ang ma meet ko, makikilala ko yung pinakamalapit sa kanila.

Here’s what I mean...

My BFF meets Mr. Chonggo Uber Cute Multi-Awarded Superstar Male Celebrity.
I don’t meet the celebrity but I meet his parents.

My VBF meets Ms. 90’s Celebrity From A Patrician Super Rich and Powerful Family.
I don’t meet the celebrity, nor her mother (I am a fan of the mother), but I get to meet The Heiress and become a friend of hers (well, that’s what I would like to think, hahaha!).

I never had the chance to meet a Philippine President and I would really love to, but I had the chance of meeting a Vice President of our Republic.

In the 90’s, when my sister and I were kids, she bumped into Richard Gomez. On the other hand, the nearest I got to Richard Gomez was when I stepped on his bodyguard’s foot and caught a glimpse of him from afar, seeing my sister being held by Richard.

Laging one degree lower di ba?

Pero I wouldn’t say that I am unlucky.

But I do feel very blessed to have the chance to meet my idol in person.

Quite a charmer and lovely personality!

Ito naman ang ibang mga “Pangarap na Bituin” na gusto ko ma meet-

  1. talagang pangarap ko na ma-meet in person na artista ay si NICOLE KIDMAN. Grabe! Siya lang yata ang babae na kinababaliwan ko! Hahaha!
  2. Queen Elizabeth and other royals- because I am a prince myself. Hehehe!
  3. Jessica Zafra- because lords and princelings must pay homage to Her Universal Potentate 
  4. Francisco Sionil Jose- One of the most illustrious writers of our country. Kelangan ko talaga pilitin na makita siya bago siya kunin ni Lord! He’s perhaps 90 years old!
  5. Last but not the least ang aking Prince Charming. Hehehe!

Bukas sana sa aking paggising, kapiling ko na ang pangarap kong bituin!