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The issue is undeniably rampant, controversial, and HOT!Imagine seeing one of the hottest stars of today in a sex video put forth by the angelic-faced and who-knows-he-could-do-this-of-eeewness-kind-of-stuff Doctor Hayden Kho.Further allegations were out.Names had been dropped as accomplices in the dissemination of the said video.This contingency became a household topic.It had 10-year old boys rummage through the web to look for the hot love scene of Katrina and Hayden.And most especially, it had me curious to death to watch all of the said videos.(Which I did, I watched it with the entire family! Haha. BTW, my parents think that we are mentally-equipped and mature to take in that kind of stuff)But the question is, who’s to blame?Of course majority will think that I’m stupid not to realize that Hayden is.But in a much broader and lawful, and tactful perspective, there are those possibilities that Hayden isn’t the one who distributed the copies of the videos.There is the faintest idea that maybe he did those videos for personal interest only and has no intentions of making it public.But it can also be the other way around.Many would like to believe that Hayden Kho is a psychotic, sick and perverted human being who takes pleasure in making his bed partners groan with pain.But who could really tell right?At this junction, I would not like my prejudice and the fact that i used to have a crush, no, fantasize, the young hot doctor come first.For everybody’s information, it is not our concern to take part or to meddle with what Hayden Kho would like to do with his sex drives and to his partners as long as it is not know to the mass, but since it was publicized, brandished all over the internet and pirated DVD stalls in Quiapo, everybody seems to be bothered.It is very threatening, to say the least.I mean, if I had a daughter who would appear in a sex video, I would sure a s hell cut her hair till she is bald and lock her up in a dungeon somewhere…But that wouldn’t happen.I would make sure that if I had a daughter, she will walk down the aisle and give her virginity to the man she married.Because you see, Hayden is not the sole person who’s at fault here.Isn’t it that it takes two to tango?Isn’t it that the videos showed two people having animal sex in front of the camera?So basically, the sex partners of Hayden, namely Katrina Halili, Maricar Reyes and that Brazilian model were at fault too.Why the hell would you have sex with a guy if he isn’t your husband.Yes, I know it is the computer age and it seems to some girls of young age that losing your virginity by the time you hit puberty seems very cool, but it isn’t.And look what it brought them?A life filled with shame.A situation wherein you can’t even go out of the house thinking that people talks about you.And especially, the chance to become the countries sex symbol.What a shame, your private parts for everybody’s eyes to see.My former crushing on Dr. Hayden Kho’s angelic face sometimes convinces me to believe him that he has nothing to do with the distribution of videos. Everytime I remember him I say: “Sh*t, ambaboy nya. At ang pokpok ng mga babaeng yun. Kung hindi ba naman tanga makikipag-sex sa hindi asawa. Hayup na Hayden, salaula.”But every time I see him on the news, it was like my heart wants to believe him that he’s now sorry. Yes, looks can be deceiving.But my feminist part sympathizes over those women. They have been done immoral acts which were now publicized. But it is their fault too you know.If only they knew how to wait.If only they thought a hundred times before having sex with that psychopath.And if only they had the guts to stand up and say: I will preserve my woman-ity and virginity till the first night of the wedding.So you see, ABSTINENCE is still the key.It all resorts to that ten-letter-word.It was like back to basics.ABSTINENCE…Easy to say, hard to do.Only the strong has the guts to say “NO”! |
Mr. Leo Ramos: The living proof that karma’s gonna bite you in the ass no matter what. But sometimes in the heart.
So here goes, after the secod semester, being an irregular student, I am obliged to personally collect all of my classcards from different professors. I had no problem with the others except for Mr. Ramos. nope he did not fail me.
Almost everyday, I went to his boarding house a couple of meters from PUP Main, but with no luck.
Oh by the way, Mr. Ramos is one of the oldest professors I ahve ever encountered. Hes forgetful, cheerful, DOES NOT fail students, oblivious, sports a very disheveled hair which me and my classmeates had fun tagging it as the “Edward Cullen” look.
Twice a week, for a whole semester, you can see him clad in his old polo, khakis and travelling sandals carrying hid old mail bag and abubots. He writes his student’s grades in a used coupon bond and his visual aids made up of old calendars from liquere companies. Yes he was old ( approximately 70-80 of age) and forgetful. I feel a twinge of oity whenever I see him and thinks that he’s to old to teach. He should be with his family reading stories to his grandchildren and enjoying the las years of his life.
But no he chose to teach talkative, unmindful and frolicksome students of PUP.
Going back, after weeks of hunting him, one rainy afternoon, after my class that summer semester, I spotted him walking alone in the middle of the strong pouring rain at the catwalk. I wonder, he has his umbrella but why is he so wet? And it seems like he’s not aware that it is reainging cause the lower half of his pants are wet. I tried catching up with him to ask him my classcard which he hasn’t given me yet but I was stuck at the waiting shed opposite the catwalk ’cause I have no umbrella. So I just said to myself, i’ll just catch up to him on his boarding house after this friggin’ rain is done ruining my day.
Fifteen loooong minutes later, the rain stopped abruptly, and so I ran fast to his boarding house and I found him still inside the gate. He cannot open it. So I thought: Was he here teh whole fifteen minutes from the last time I saw hima nd yet he still couldn’t find his way in.
Then I approached him and said:
Cat: Sir Leo, hindi ko pa po nakukuha ung class card ko sainyo. Sa Writing in the Discipline po. Irregular po kasi ako. kasama ko sa subject rC 1-2.
Sir Leo: San ka ba nakatira?
Cat: Sa Legarda po.
SL: Ah e di malapit ka sa Arellano univeristy.
Cat: Opo. Kaharap po namin un halos.
SL: E di dun ka nag-aaral?
(sa isip2 ko. HUH?! Sa Arellano ako nag-aaral? E bat ako kukuha ng class card sakanya?)
Cat: hindi po estudyante nyo nga po ako e.
SL: Ano nga ulit kukunin mo?
Cat: Class card po.
SL: ANo yung class card?
Cat: Yung maliit pong papel na dun nakalagay ung grade ko. Hindi ko pa po alam ung grade ko sainyo e.
SL: Try mo sa SIS
Cat: E sir sa freshmen lang po ang SIS e. 2nd year na po ako.
SL: A ganun ba? E anong gagawin natin?
(Huh?! Ako daw ba tanungin e xa ang prof?)
(Mind you, habang nag-uusap kame kinakalkal parin nya ung kandadong hndi nya mabuksan.)
SL: Ikaw nga subukan mo buksan.
Cat: Sige po, asan po susi?
(Inabot nya sakin ang isnag pouch bag. Gulat ako ng makitang hndi susi ang ginagamit nya pambukas ng gate! Kaya pala hndi mabuksan e! ginagamit nya ung dulo ng zipper!)
Cat: e sir hndi naman po susi to e. Asan ung susi nyo?
SL: hindi ko alam e.
Cat: A teka po patulong tayo sa kapitbahay nyo.
(And so I did. Sinira nung kapitbahay nya ung lock. Pati ung sa tass ng kwarto nya dahil hindi na naman nya mabuksan. Pero nagulat ako ng may kumalansing sa bulsa nya. Nung nilabas nya nandul lahat nung susi. Grabe sobrang makakalimutin na a.)
Kapitbahay: Grabe makakalimutin na talaga si Sir!
Cat: opo nga po e.
(Umakyat ako hanggang sa labas ng kwarto nya, kunakausapo ko a habang kinakalakal nya mga records nya. pero sadyang wla talaga xang makita.0
I don’t wanna drag the story too long. Basta sa madaling salita, mga 30 minutes pa kami nag-usap na parang wala xang naiintindihan. Parang limang-taong bata yung kausap ko. Ayoko talaga mainis pero no choice ako. Sabi nya pumnta nalang daw ako sa english office at hanapin dun ung garde sheet para mlaman ko grades ko.
To cut the long story short, I did found out that my grade to his subject was 1.25.
But I didn’t went home happy.
I went home feeling so damn GUILTY.
Because looking back I was one of those noisy students seated in front vulgarly making fun of him, the way he pronounce words, the way he wear his clothes, the way his hair is so messy, and most importantly when I recalled taking advantage of him one time. I offered to check all our quizzes knowing that he gives extra credit points to the checker. I fell so bad about myself deliberately making fun of this old man who wants to do nothing but to teach undeserving students.
Nobody gives him the respect he deserves as a professor. Instead we gave him “the look” like he was some psychotic circus freak. Like he was eating fire and like he was an imbecile ready to make mistakes any time.
I wish I could share this story to my classmates who made fun of him the way i did. The way i ridiculed him because he can no longer contain a class of 50+ anymore. Because he can’t teach anymore.
For all we know he is just Mr. Leon Ramos.
The professor you can cut classes with him not minding it.
The professor who laughs at his own cheesy-corny-silly jokes.
The professor who does nothing in front but to talk about irrelevant subjects.
The professor who fails no one.
The professor interesting enough fo us to notcie yet pitiful enough for us to hearlessly mock.
Ghaad I’m gonna be sick.
I’m such a biotch.
SO I thought, maybe it would be better if he would just sop teaching and realx for the reamining years of his life. But if it’s his passion to teach then who am I to interfere?
i’m just the ruthless student who always take him for a fool right? :[
NOTE TO SELF:
Don’t force yourself to write when you have no idea what to write about. Or else you’ll just create a collection of words, sentences and paragrapphs called crap.
Philippine Piracy to the Nth Power
Hours ago, me and my papa are watching “X-Men origins: Wolverine” on the DVD and boy was I ecstatic considering that the film won’t be out in the theaters till first of May. So i was like: “this better be good”.
And I was right, the film was so good.
Well, what to expect from a big-budget film produced by a prestigious production suit, it being Dreamworks?
But later on, as the movie goes, I was a little bothered by its technical aspects.
It seems like it wasn’t finished yet before it hit our screen.
Why is it so raw?
Hugh Jackman’s harness was so visible, the computerized effects seemed unpolished, evidence is that the miniature location blueprint was so visible and the chroma-keying can be seen so much to the extent that I wanna chew off my arm! Plus the special effects were not yet animated.
IT WAS LIKE WATCHING THE “THE MAKING” OF THE FILM!
That’s when it hit me:
Wait, this filmed isn’t finished yet. It’s still on its pre-production animation stage! But why is it already on DVDs?!
Did the pirateers (?) stole the tape even though it isn’t finished yet?
I was so flabber-gasted.
No.. More like insulted!
Are Filipinos that hooligan-like and greedy to steal a film even though it isn’t done yet?
Isn’t it bad enough that they are pirating such quality films, that they can’t wait to steal it til the film is done?
Sa madaling salita:
“Ganun na ba ka-garapal ang mukha ng mga Pilipino?! Nagnanakaw na nga sa pamamagitan ng pamimirata e pinirata na kaagad ang pelikulang to kahit hndi pa tapos at nasa editing stage pa lang?!”
This is so preposterous.
Degrading to say the least.
Hindi ako magtataka kaya minsan mas nauuna ang premiere sa Pilipinas ng international films. Kasi nga naman pag nauna sa ibang bansa kinabukasan napirata na ng mgaPilipino.
Nakakahiya.
Nakakainis.
Nakakapikon.
Nakakai rita.
But the it hit me again…harder!
Piracy wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for people like me…like us… who supports, tolerate and BUY pirated DVDs.
Instead of supporting authenticity, we support piracy.
Shame on us, these films were the products of producers mind, sweat, blood and toil. It’s their own art. It is a piece of art. Shame on us for just easily buying pirated DVDs or merely downloading instead of them having the fruits of their labor so they can see their works aired on empty cinemas.
Yes, not everyone has the money to buy original ones, so we stick on our usual trip-to-Quiapo regimen.
But, in exchange we got branded as the world’s leading country in pirated DVDs.
What a cool way to be tagged as “world’s leading” huh?
BUMMER.
Why is my 2-year old niece one of the smartest and wittiest among toddlers her age?
-She knows how to operate our DVD. You could just leave her alone in our Living Room watching her favourite DVS. mind you, she’s also the one who chooses what is she going to watch.
-She memorize the chorus of the song “With or Without you” by the rock band U2, his father’s (mu kuya) fav. song.
-She memorize the first verse of the song “Huling El Bimbo” by EHeads.
-She knows how to count from 1-10.
-She responds “AAWWW!” whenever she hears the word Marimar.
-She know majority of the Disney and nickelodeon starts and characters.
-Her expression is “Rock-On” (I taught her that!)
-Along with that, her other expressions are: Yeahboi! hanep! Panis! Lupet!
-She know who James J. Braddock is. (How about you, do you know him?)
-She knows the first three lines of the song “In the Ayer” and dance along too with her hands up in the “ayer”.
-You can’t fool her from giving you her chocolate. You’ll just get shouted at.
-If you hit her, don’t think she’s gonna forget it. She’ll still remember it in time when her Mommy (my mother) comes home and she’ll make you sumbong.
-She knows everybody’s clothes in the house. (Example: if my sister borrows one of my shirts and she sees it, she’ll say: “Kay Tita Cat yan a!”)
-She can say “La Solidaridad” without stuttering
-She can do high fashion/couture poses in editorial magazines! (i taught her that)
-She NEVER stutter. (Maybe because she lives with adult so there’s no time for her to baby talk. SHe talks straight. just like how you talk. Walang bulol-bulol.
-She always ask us: “Tita Cat, ano English ng, aso? E ng ahas? e ng pusa?”
But she is also the one who answers her own question. Dog. Snake. Cat (she pronounce it as “kett”)
-One time she asked me: Tita Cat, ano Tagalog ng Christmas Tree? (Wala akong nasagot)
Paying it forward!
Hit it..!
So here goes, a portion of this blog is a copy-pasted blog from my friend which is the main ponti of this blog. ‘Cause I’m just curious, how do people determine like between love? how do they segregate admiration from real excavated emotions?
And in order for me to deliver, I would like to tell you about this sweet sweet boy. He is the one who wrote the blog below that we are going to talk about. And boy, was I overwhelmed when I secretly and accidentally bumped into that blog. He was such a nice person. He’s smart, witty, funny and very reliable.
I’ve known him for like half a year now, and in the first months, he used to tell me how he likes me. In fact he told me that he love me, which I wasn’t convinced of in the beginning so I just shrug him off whenever he say those sweet words. Don’t get me wrong though, I could sometimes be a very “unfeeling” bitch, but in this case, I’m just being rational. So why didn’t I believe him when he is telling me that he “love” me?
Here are my reasons: he always refer to me as this “perfect girl”. He calls me smart, and funny, and have lots of goals, and ideal girl and all those sweet words that a girl would be smitten whenever they will be addressed with those.
I would like to think of him as, you know, a buddy, a bestfriend, a confidante. ‘Cause he is all that and more to me.
Then yesterday I found out that he wrote a new blog for his new “apple of his eyes”. The one he wrote about that girl is so much emotional and sad than the blog he wrote about me which you are going to read below. (If you wanna read the blog he wrote for the other girl, click here: http://silolaatlolo.blog.friendster.com/2008/10/mahirap-bang-mahalin-ang-isang-cartoonist/, cause I’m not gonna post that one here)
And upon reading that, I realized…
Wait a minute, he isn’t ” in love” with me, he’s just developing a very petty likness and crush on me. (I can’t help him I’m pretty you know, haha, kidding!)
What he saw in me was just his “ideal girl” as he would call it. He saw me as this standard person of beauty (I would really like to laugh on that. Haha). He was just smitten. He was just excited because I am very peculiar and I don’t fall in the usual girly category. Yes it was just like.
That girl whom he lately wrote for, that’s the girl he loves, and not me. And I am so happy and proud of him for being able to express his feeling beautifully and emotionally.
So before I continue talking, I would like you to read the very heartfelt blog that he wrote about me that melt my skin through the bones. Here goes his blog:
the best damn thing my eyes have ever seen.
Posted June 22, 2008
not everybody can take time from their busy lives to make friends with someone they dont even know except from this unidentified creature, a martian whom i was able to build a bond easliy and to whom i feel comfy.
the kind of person who dares to be on top- so enpowered and iconic. that girl who has a stunning personality and intrinsic power. strong ,vulnerable, and had secured a rightful seat as councilor of their barangay as she tell.
a girl who criticize american movies and not afraid to be criticized by others with the way she dress and the way she looks. the girl who sleeps so late, an insomniac who gets out of bed so early to check her fs and go cyber.
a girl who jumps of the falls and intramuros walls because she likes, and she lives life to the fullest. a girl with back up reasons to support her if she goes home late. a girl who her Ate hated for so being makalat.
i girl who i adore bcoz she choosed to give up her former skul and transfer to a much cheaper, cheapst skul so that shell never be a burden to the family..i adore him for that. its soO hard i know but shes strong ,sOo strOng.
a fashionist chic who makes the road her runway,and makes every one her audience., who bedazzles those who stare at her as she walks at the streets. rili eye catching byuti, omg so priti. she told me that i looked at her as a perfect girl..i didnt tell her its because love knows no imperfection.
hollywoods next star, orator, literary writer, karate kid, legarda bully, philippines next top model, barangay kagawad, punk music lover,a lone writer, and my drim girl.
different, unique, peculiar or shall i say one of a kind, one in a million, billion , trillion or gogol.
yeAp, im truli blessed that i met her and i think im madly falling for her, yes i deeply like her.
i like her that i love her.
i love and like her:
*oversized bag
*printed leggings
*black colored nails
*red lips
*cheeks
*cocacola pin chain
*sleeves
*flipflop
*converse shOes
*trend
*fashion
*punk music
*sleek hair
*voice
*street talking
*laugh
*smile
*nose
*ears
*hand me down gucci shades
*2 piece. hehe^^
*.haha. text intro
*whiskers
*likes and interest.
*pictures
*life
*stories
*face
*goals
*dreams
*moods
*eyes eventhough they dont look at me.=c
*courage
*cologne
*pagkamalapot
*pgkamaldita, maangas
*pagksiraulo
*kalandian
*lines “swit aq pero di aq madaling utuin”
*no stopping ukay ukay shopping=D
*liking me (hope sOo)
*blog that makes me cry and laugh
and i will like and love her even it hurts sOo much when i get jealous ebritaym we talk about him.=C
I played and made fun of my feelings when i said that both of you were rili destined for each other. that time when i was pairing them , i was slowly dying, i kent brit, o ghaAd it hurts like hell, it crushes my heart, i feel the coldness freezing me.
i never looked for this, suprisingly it appeared infront of me, now im trapped and my pnly escape is to leave and stoP. what shall i do?shall i disapir? shall i forget? huhu no i wont. i cant. it is much easier to live blind than to close my eyes and see him there ; the best damn thing my eyes have ever seen..xD
Sweet isn’t it?
What have you noticed?
isn’t it just pure admiration and praises addressed to me and not love?
I know what you’re thinking: if he’s that nice and adorable, why didn’t I develop a feeling with this guy?
My answer to that would be, I don’t look at him that way. i look at him as a dear friend that i would very much love to keep since the day i treated him as one of my treasured pals. He’s not the type of guy that I chose to be a boyfriend and later treat like shit whenever I feel like it (that’s how mean I am) and he doesn’t deserve all of those.
He is one of the greatest guys a girl could ever meet. Unfortunately, he isn’t for me. He used to tell me that I am too “high” for him. But what he doesn’t know is that he is the one who is too much for me. i’m way to mean to be cared for by someone like him. I don’t deserve such a good guy. I may be smart and sweet and unique and all those stuff he says about me, but he is way more than that. And I don’t have the heart to mess up such sweet person.
So to all those girls who are available out there, feel free to know more about him. He is a keeper. And I’m super glad and proud and lucky to even have known him. And to that stupid girl who dumped him for her ex, she’s the lousiest scumbag ever. Haha.
He only comes once in an era. Just like Clark Kent. So strong and sweet and caring. too bad he isn’t aware.
So you see?
He liked me.
I was lucky for that.
And the girl whom he will love will be a googol times luckier than me- the object of his admiration and not affection.
Love isn’t like. But like is enough.
That girl he wrote about? That’s love! And I couldn’t be any more prouder of him to have found love that way even if it didn’t worked out as he planned.
So to him, which I prefer to be nameless right now ’cause he might think I’m exploiting him in public (haha), you’re always saying that you are very unlucky in the love game, but just wait, God’s just so busy writing the prettiest love story for you and for that wonderful girl somewhere who truly deserves you.
And as for me? I’m gonna be happy waiting till my very own sweet sweet boy come across somewhere in Legarda St. or in PUP-College of Comm Campus and just smite me off my feet. hehe.
Bakit pareho ng penmanship si Mama ko at si Santa?
Ever since I was little, I have always loved Christmas.
Well, hipocrisy aside, I could say that it was mainly because of the gifts that I would soon open.
Just a few days ago, me and my sister were teasing our Mama the time we discovered her secret.
This is the story behind her secret:
During Christmas we would always hung dirty socks in our big window and of course, my kuya, being the most “magulang” would always get the largest one thinking that he would get the largest amount of coins that “Santa’s Elf” would give.
Every Christmas, it never fails, Santa would always give us gifts. I was so ignorant then. But then as I reach the age of maturity one Christmas, we unveiled “Santa’s secret”.
How did we know?
Here are the foolproof clues:
1. Bakit nagta-Tagalog si Santa at sinulat nya sa likod ng regalo nya sakin:
“Catherine,
Pasensya ka na kung late na dumating ang regalo mo, andami ko kasing mag batang pinuntahan sa buong mundo kaya medyo nahuli ung sayo.
Love,
Santa”
2. Bakit alam ni Santa kung ano ang gusto ko eh hindi ko naman sinasabi sa kanya na gusto ko ng Barbie and Kelly at alkansiyang Ninja turtles?
3. Kung totoo siya, at namimigay lang ng regalo sa mga batang naging mabait buong taon bakit nya ko bibigyan ng regalo eh tuwing Dec. 24 lang kami mabait ng mga kapatid ko?
4. At ang pinakamalupet: BAKIT IISA SILA NG SULAT-KAMAY NG MAMA KO? (I should know because I memorized the way my mother write because I always forge her signatures whenever I “forgot “to make her sign my failed Mathematics test papers)
So the Christmas after that, I sneeked out and there… I saw my mother tying gifts in our window, the next day, they were the same gifts I saw which was addressed to me and my sibling from Santa.
Santa is indeed my mother, and his “elf” that drops coins in our filthy socks is no less than my father who is an accomplice to this perfect crime which we weren’t aware of until I was like ten.
After that, Christmas isn’t that fun anymore.
No more nights in anticipation wherein me and my sister can’t sleep thinking that Santa may be right outside the room creeping from the outside and carrying gifts for us then tie it at our window.
No more gifts to open from him.
Guess “Christmas really is for kids only”.
But on the other hand, I just realized how my mother loved us.
She made up an image of this bulky, sweet guy from North Pole donned in a red suit brandished in white fur and face filled with beard that you almost can’t see his face and he ridesthis very beautiful sleaigh carried about by seven magical flying reindeers named Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen and Rudolph (waw, in fairness kabisado ko sila). He hid behind that famous Christmas entity for us to feel special about Christmas and to be motivated to be nice. Although it really never worked cause we still don’t try to be nice thinking that Santa will still give us gift because he loves us and nothing more.
Looking back, approximately 7 years ago, it had been very frustrating to find out and accept the reality that Santa Claus is non-existent and he is nothing but a character that my mother wore as a mask in order to have an excuse to give us two gifts: one from Mama and one from Santa.
But now, it’s not that frustrating anymore.
Just funny.
So to those little kids out there who happens to come across this blog.
Don’t believe me, I do’t wanna spoil your Christmas.
Duh, of course Santa is real. Ate Cat is just kidding. Hehe.
Peace out. Happy holidays.
An Ode to Mr. PACMAN. Kudos!
Well, I for one never had any inhibitions nor second thoughts that Pacquiao could win the fight against Golden Boy and all his past opponents.
Ever since, I was a big fan of him (his act of running for congressman excluded of course!)
I always had this innate faith in him that he could once again, give glory to our proud nation.
Although I might have some angst for those people who degraded him and took the opponents side when it comes to betting who’ll win the dream match.
I mean, you are a Filipino right?
Can’t you just give your little support for the “one” who’s representing your country and give him unsolicited credit for it?
Yeah, I get it that you are a big fan of de la Hoya but to bet in favor of him despite knowing that he’s battling against your race?
That is just plain stupidity and nothing else.
I know that it’s not right to manipulate you on who are you betting your money on but could some people just keep their opinions to themselves.
It kinda sucks to the ear to hear some say:
“P*ta, de la Hoya pa rin ako, ayoko sa gagong bisayang yan, di marunong mag-Ingles!”
Duh?!
Is that even the issue?
The issue here is a man, wait no, not just a man, a WARRIOR is willing to whole-heartedly offer himself to represent our country and to prove our race’s greatness?
ISN’T THAT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF AS A FILIPINO?
That is the reason why I had a debate with my uncle who’s betting against my brother in favor of de la Hoya, and boy was I annoyed I could strangle him when he said that he couldn’t bear to hear Manny Pacqiuao called as a hero!
Preposterous!
So I turned to him and said:
“At sinong gusto mong tawaging bayani? Ikaw?! Wala ka pa nga yatang naiaambag na produktibo sa lipunan na to! At wag mo idadahilan sakin na hndi pwedeng tawaging bayani si Pacman dahil nagpapabayad sya! Natural! Trabaho nya un eh! Pro-boxer sya! Un ang pinagkakakitaan nya! Sinong gago papayag na magtrabaho ng walang sweldo?! Ikaw kaya magpa-upak sa ring! ewan ko lang kung di ka magpabayad! Hindi issue ang pero dito kundi karangalan! At least nga xa nagbibigay karangalan sa bansa!
Deym!
I lost my respect for my uncle!
Haha, but he deserved it!
Kaya hindi tayo umuunlad mga Pilipino dahil sariling kababayan natin wala tayong pananalig kahit alam nating mahusay siya!
Alam mo ng si pacman ang lalaban sa kalaban ka pa pupusta!
Kung hindi ka rin isa’t-kalahating ungas!
So to you Mr. Pacquiao, you truly are our country’s pride. our hero. the national Fist (pambansang kamao, haha)
Never mind your critics, its called sheer insecurity for even once, they have not contributed any honor to this race unlike you who has done it an effin’ million much!
KUDOS!
Thanks for one hell of aN HONOR BESTOWED TO THIS COUNTRY!
I’m proud… (wag ka lang tatakbo ulit! haha)
And thus, his words to de la Hoya are:
PACMAN: You are still my idol.
DE LA HOYA: No, now, you are my idol.
So you see?
Even though he’s not given the gift of intellect, he’s still and will always be a history-maker of one that is worth recalling…
Sarap maging Pinoy!
Twilight Move Critic
I watched Twilight Movie today. But before that I already finished the book a week ago.
And uhm, this is my critique for the movie.
Beware: I might be harsh but I’ll try my best to not let my judgement be affected by my prejudice.
Well, the film was what?
A little depressing?
It was good, okay, I’ll give it that.
But it isn’t superb, it isn’t bad either.
Just fine.
(Ugh, I am so gonna hate myself for this)
I wasn’t contented.
This isn’t what I expected.
Well I guess expectations gives nothing but frustration.
it’s a little devastating when you’ve read the book.Maybe when you haven’t read the book you will think it’s awesome, but by the time you read the book, you will realize that the film isn’t taht good.
I’m trying my bets to appreciate the film, but as the events push through, I’m a little frustrated.
Although I loved the film cause it’s good and majority of the scenes I’m expecting came out it just didn’t gave me that WOW factor!
it didn’t stayed below my expectation but it didn’t exceeded it either.
I know its not good to compare a book with a movie cause both are two very different mediums but I can’t help it.
I know a book will always be better cause everything is explained more than anything shown by the film.
Bottomline:
Maganda talaga ung film promise, pero iba kasi talaga ung epekto pag binasa mo muna ung book.
Kasi pag nabasa mo na, mape-prejudice ka talag dhil mganda ung book. And buy the time you entered the theater, you know what to expect cause you already know what’ll happen.
Unlike pag di mo nabasa, maxado kang mamamangha at you don’t know what to expect. Kaya maapreciate mo talaga xa.
Conclusion:
Kunga yaw mo madismaya manood ka muna bago magbasa.
Final thought:
As a movie it is really awesome and superb.
But compared to the book version? It’s just a plain jane.
However, I still love TWILIGHT forever, nag-mama-aso lang ako dahil un nga, medyo nadismaya, pero mahal ko talaga Twilight.
kamangha ung mga scenes lang, and besides, kaya siguro ako nakulangan dahil alam kong may tatalong book apng kasunod. So they still have three chances to prove me wrong. There’re still New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn.
Sana magkatotoong bibilhin na ng warner Bros. ang Twilight for the second film, i’m sure it’ll be better. i’ll keep my fingers closed.
I still love Twilight no matter what. That’s irrevocable!
Come to me Baby Edward!
