Paalam Tita Cory

"For the first time in the history of the world, a civilian population has been called to defend the military."

-María Corazón Cojuangco-Aquino
(born María Corazón Sumulong Cojuangco)
1933—2009

I am a prouder Filipino because of you Tita Cory. Farewell.

I Blabber Just to Mention the Scandal

too much facebook... argh



The thing is, the Philippines is problem ridden and not even the most distilled form of democracy would ensure her the pink slip.

What might work is a paradigm shift that is neither government initiated or requiring a political revolution. We need to be better Filipinos. We start by not taking a leak on public places, hold on to our emptied cans of soda until we see a rubbish bin, wear your fucking helmet when you drive a bike, be fucking punctual, teach pro-bono at an orphanage, find better things to do like signing up for a clean-up drive than driving yourself crazy google-ing to watch a mediocre physician and a slutty talent-deficient actress get on it...





I am not an allied science professional, but i know enough that adhesive bandages can hide the bruises but it's a far cry to cure cancer.

Color Me

Kid parties are ethereal when you've been to Georgia and California and sipped champagne on a yacht and seen some things that a woman aint suppose to see.

Yesterday at a Disney-themed merry making kids were thoughtlessly asked to 'polychromatize' some Winnie the Pooh drawings with crayons lacking of the basic gay colors. Nonetheless, since I am a big advocate of wholesomeness, I decided to join in the fun. I approached one of the kids and told him that his mom has left and he should start looking for her before Michael Jackson drops by. Apparently he understood his situation and fled. Needless to say, I stole his flaky set-of five lead-rich China-made crayon and worked my magic. Voila!




The exercise was calming and even elating.

For a moment I forgot all about my worries. I regressed into a time when life, excuse the lack of poetic skills-- is as simple as crayons and papers.

Here's to life's way of reminding us of its little treasures!

Gay Onions

"Apart from being a complete lie, it contained words and phrases sufficient to leave in the minds of the readers that we are gay men engaged in a romantic dalliance, an imputation which seriously damaged our reputation as bankable actors..."
– Sam Milby & Piolo Pascual

If anything, the Filipino people should sue these two boys:

1. for assuming that Lolit Solis and Pilipino Star Ngayon is our source of truth;


2. for their homosexual prejudice. re: homosexuality is injurious to a person's repute of profession;


3. for actually believing that they are bankable actors;


4. for assuming that we actually consider them as actors;


5. for diverting public service time of the Manila City prosecutors’ office on trivial matters.

Mariannet Amper Decided to Die

Mariannet is a fellow diarist. We thrive on ranting online about our lousy jobs, bad airline food, and our past lovers' personality disorders while Marrianet penned hope to see her family out of poverty.

She was 12 years old. Her family is so poor she was out of school for two fortnight--they have not a centavo to spare for her transport money.

Mariannet's cold neck found a nylon friend. Perhaps life's not so UNfriendly after all.

May she rest in peace.

Tell and Tell

Your antics are not exactly the The Da Vinci secret. You must have realized by now that people talk. People you slept with talk. Now connect the gossip-loving dots and voila: your bed time stories on broadband.

Personally I don't have any issues on your sexual escapades. In fact I am a big fan of your work. What I am telling here is: it is not right when people are wronged in your attempt to cover-up your not-so inviolate past. Honesty is the only way to free yourself from the shadow of your promiscuous past without hurting other people. Do a Kris Aquino (re: her STD extravaganza). Admit that you were horny all decade, endure chastisement for a while and no sooner than the next Pinoy Big Brother nomination night earn peoples' respect for your honesty and for your courage to be so.

Save your worries; I don't have to mention your name here. This is not about you. This post is to vindicate people you have badmouthed just so you can keep a perfect picture of you.

Don't they teach this on Sunday mass you so frequent? Oh well.

Visits

Dad,

Hello there!

You've been frequenting my dreams again, really it is alright but here's my deal: maybe we should cook up themes that are tad less scary?

Apparently, your frightening visits are well-timed for the Halloween but my guess is that you're on for a haunting spree in my dreams.

I did not really mean to make mom cry. Understand that 'bread winning' is not exactly the most promising career path. I am complaining, yes, but I'm not the type who peters-out from his obligations.

I hope that rests you in peace.

Since today is supposedly your day (along with the many who have gone to their rest in the hope of rising again), I wish you a rokin' and rollin' time.

Dreaming of your divine pinapaitan & heavenly (pardon the pun) dinuguan,

Bryan



P.S.

I travelled a bit and have dined on expensive and cheap tables alike and I'm proud to say that you remain to be best cook in the whole world!