Steve Carrell to sing Of All The Things... in Manila!

Wow!

Mr Carrell should also shoot at Araneta for authenticity.

Judging from 40 Year Old Virgin, he can sing all right.
And if it'll indeed be based on the 2008 documentary, this movie should be directed as an Oscar vehicle from Steven, not an ordinary run-of-the-mill comedy.

The song is sappy, yes. But there's some genuine sincere quality in it.

I hope Mr. Carrell is shooting the film already. Para wala nang atrasan.

Martina Hingis

Pag namatay ako isa sa aking maraming depinisyon nang langit ay ang bumalik si Martina Hingis sa aktibong paglalaro. Si Martina na maski mala-airport sa lapad ang noo at pagkalaki nang mga binti, ay tunay namang marikit. May anggulo syang mukhang mabagsik at masungit, pero pag inalagaan naman siguro at pinagluto nang masarap na tinola at iba pang masasarap na pangkaing Filipino at mamahalin nang isang Filipino, ay titino na rin sya, gaganda na muli at magkakaroon nang masinag na mukha. Di na rin sya magcococaine. Chocnut na lang siguro ang babanatan nya.

Pero bakit nga ba sa lahat nang larangan ng sports e sa Tennis dinudumog nang pagkagagandang mga dalaga at dalaginding? (Talagang outlier lang ang magkapatid na mukhang tsonggong Williams). Pano ba nagkaganito? Hindi ka ba papagenrollin sa akademyang pang-tennis pag tagilid ang karakas mo? Naghahanap ako nang artikulo sa internet tungkol dito pero wala pa akong makita.

Ang nakita ko lang ay picture na naglaro pala nang doubles kamakailan si Martina at Anna Kournikova nang doubles. Wow!

Martina, bumalik ka na sa kumpetisyon. Kaya mo yan. Magtino ka lang at manumbalik sa tamang landas, wag magdroga, wag magsasasama sa masamang barkada… maghanap ka na lang nang pinoy na magmamahal sayo. Makikita mo, babalik ang iyong matitinding drop shots, At ang kakaibang kanditirit kapag nakakatama nang winner. Winner! Hindi katulad nila Sharapova na masyadong nakakaeskandalo sa pagbirit, hiyaw, at halinghing sa bawat palo. Di namin kailangan ang mha hhhiiiiiyaaaauungg na yun, Ang kailangan namin ay ang dating mahinahon at masayahin na Martina Hingis.

Bad Sex in Fiction Award

Besides the Top 10 books, movies, that TIME, Amazon, and other magazines chuck out every December, I check out who wins this contest annually.

This was the winner last year:

[Jonathan Littell’s “The Kindly Ones,” which involved a man, a woman, and a guillotine]:

Leaning over the lunette, my own neck beneath the blade, I whispered to her: ‘I’m going to pull the lever, I’m going to let the blade drop.’ She begged me: ‘Please, fuck my pussy.’—‘No.’ I came suddenly, a jolt that emptied my head like a spoon scraping the inside of a soft-boiled egg.

There are the candidates this year:

[Adam Ross, Mr. Peanut] 

“Love me!” she moaned lustily. “Oh, Ward! Love me now!” 

He jumped out from his pajama pants so acrobatically it was like a stunt from Cirque du Soleil. But when he went to remove her slip, she said, “Leave it!” which turned him on even more. He buried his face into Hannah’s cunt like a wanderer who’d found water in the desert. She tasted like a hot biscuit flavored with pee.

[Jonathan Franzen, Freedom] 

their own world. One afternoon, as Connie described it, her excited clitoris grew to be eight inches long, a protruding pencil of tenderness with which she gently parted the lips of his penis and drove herself down to the base of its shaft. Another day, at her urging, Joey described to her the sleek warm neatness of her turds as they slid from her anus and fell into his open mouth, where, since these were only words, they tasted like excellent dark chocolate.

One previous winner:

[Tom Wolfe, I am Charlotte Simmons] 

Hoyt began moving his lips as if he were trying to suck the ice cream off the top of a cone without using his teeth. She tried to make her lips move in sync with his. The next thing she knew, Hoyt had put his hand sort of under her thigh and hoisted her leg up over his thigh. What was she to do? Was this the point she should say, "Stop!"? No, she shouldn't put it that way. It would be much cooler to say, "No, Hoyt," in an even voice, the way you would talk to a dog that insists on begging at the table.

Slither slither slither slither went the tongue, but the hand that was what she tried to concentrate on, the hand, since it has the entire terrain of her torso to explore and not just the otorhinolaryngological caverns - oh God, it was not just at the border where the flesh of the breast joins the pectoral sheath of the chest - no, the hand was cupping her entire right - Now! She must say "No, Hoyt" and talk to him like a dog. . .

. . . the fingers went under the elastic of the panties moan moan moan moan moan went Hoyt as he slithered slithered slithered slithered and caress caress caress caress went the fingers until they must be only eighths of inches from the border of her public hair - what's that! - Her panties were so wet down. . . there - the fingers had definitely reached the outer stand of the field of pubic hair and would soon plunge into the wet mess that was waiting right. . . there-there- 

The winner this year seems to have won not just on the strength of one passage, but the overall book. There is just one citation about comparing one sex scene to “a lepidopterist mounting a tough-skinned insect.”

All offers fantasthilarious reading.

(winner)

For all your religious needs...

I see this building everytime I bring Talampunay to work.

Needs? Is this store pandering or creating necessities similar to how we buy pepper, onions, and other groceries?

Farewell Letters

2 years ago I was in a company where people were leaving left and right. That was the business cycle in semiconductors, and people are 'availing' of parachute money--usually "times 2 + 2" of  monthly salary. If you get 10 years in, and youre not a slacker, this means that you will be a millionaire once in your life.

Anyway, during that time, people were anxious on what to email as their farewell to colleagues and contacts from outside. Most want the right amount of drama mixed with reminiscing and thank yous to the people who they want to say thanks to. Others add some last snide remarks to bosses that they hate (Or an alternative: I know of a number that just plain skipped the name of their boss in the long roster of thank yous).

I came across this brilliant, short, sweet farewell memo:

Dear colleagues, dear friends:

My feelings at this perplexed moment are too strong for farewells. I will miss you terribly, but I can be grateful to have had your companionship for part of my journey through the years. Whatever our individual roles at The New Yorker, whether on the eighteenth, nineteenth, and twentieth floor, we have built something quite wonderful together. Love has been the controlling emotion, and love is the essential word. We have done our work with honesty and love. The New Yorker, as a reader once said, has been the gentlest of magazines. Perhaps it has also been the greatest, but that matters far less. What matters most is that you and I, working together, taking strength from the inspiration of our first editor, Harold Ross, gave us, have tried constantly to find and say what is true. I must speak of love once more. I love all of you, and will love you as long as I live.

William Shawn.

If Ive seen this letter during the time that I myself had to leave, I might have been inspired to send one farewell of my own. Some letter that I should have printed and kept for posterity.
Each letter should be special, since one should try everything not to leave a company in less than 3 years, after all. Writing too many farewell letters in your life surely means something negative (for the person writing).

More Home Studio Shots!

I dont know if I have depreciated fully already my camera equipment, but fluke or not, it's not bad to be able to take pictures like these, from inside our rented apartment, green walls and all. a bit of improvement from previous "home studio" shots.

using canon 70-200 f4 lens

sigma 50 f1.4, with improvised hairlight.

70-200 f4L, bounce flash from ceiling then reflector from chest level

I think the most important thing is to just shoot and shoot and adjust and shoot. Though still, I cant find the time to setup, shoot, and practice enough. Ah, well, I still have to do that studio-renting thing that Ive been planning for some months now. Sana, matuloy na. 

Pilipinaskaygandahin nyo mukha nyo, Department of Tourism

Fucking shit Department of Tourism. Pilipinaskaygandahin nyo mukha nyo, plagiarist fuckers.


For once, I support Miriam, for declaring this: 
"This is a very lightweight cabinet. They're so lightweight they're liable to float off their own delusions of grandeur... Dahil kung mediocre ka, kamukha ka na lang ng lahat ng tao. Magpakita ka naman ng talino mo." 
And this DOT secretary...

...this Alberto Lim is so arrogant to plaster his face as an intro in the DOT and wowphilippines website. 
Mr Secretary, do you think your face will attract tons of tourists? Or will it repel them, bureaucrat as you are? Your message is like one of those office memoes that we hate. Remove that fucking memo, you lightweight. 
Go back to your previous red-tape, worthless, business club work. 


Dear President Noynoy, find a young brand manager from one of the top Filipino corporations. You cannot match their salary, yes, but there are still those who are willing to take a pay cut to help this country. Attract one (say, as DOT secretary), work with him/her for two years, and then ask for a recommendation, a previous colleague who will serve, who are willing to really serve next.


They will prevent these snafus. You have so many disasters in your first year because, indeed, the people that surround you are lightweights!


UPDATE
This undersecretary who owned this disaster resigned. In doing this, you thought he had the grace and delicadeza that most people in government dont have... but no, he also had the arrogance to type in excuses 

Getting inspiration from existing designs is not an uncommon practice. In fact, in one of the definitions of plagiarism, it is stated that, “While plagiarism is condemned in academia and journalism, in the arts it is often a major part of the creative process.”

I did not consider it plagiarism then. I’m sorry others don’t feel the same way.

So, fuck you too Enteng Romano! You brought zero tourists (probably more potential ones, dismayed). Just leave. That's the point of owning mistakes. 

Dear Solar Sports

Dear Solar Sports,

Wag nyo namang katayin ang postfight interview. Wala na kayong itinitira kundi napakaikling isang tanong na may parang kuwaderno pa na nilagyan nang logo pang-advertisement na naman. Gusto rin namin mapanood at thought process at marinig mag-ingllis si Manny. (Humuhusay na sya di ba?)

Makuntento na kayo, solar sports, sa motolite pangmatagalan round, kitang-kita moment, powerpunch moment, kfc slomo,... wag nyo namang ipagkait sa madla ang maikling interview at kasiyahan.

Pero muli, mabuhay ka Manny!

Mapa-TV o sine, pinapakaba mo kami at pinapasaya.  

There they go...

I have great respect for this Industry. 

I had my daily allowance in college from my father's illegal horseracing bukis station. I remember our TV is tuned all the time to the cable channel, which shows the races every racing day. On weekends, the races start 1PM until 7. Weekdays, the race will start 6 and not be over until after 10PM. Only Mondays doesn't have races, so the sound of the race caller "Raazziing, there they go, and on the outside, and by the rel, and finally" is a constant sound in our small sala. The bettors are see our what's for dinner.

My father was put on blotter and jailed in a local precinct twice (police of course just waiting for their needed payola pang-areglo), our door was destroyed once by a rading police, there are random callers who'll threaten that they'll have our house raided...the tension is always there, some fucker who didnt want to pay his gambling debts could have tipped us off several times, but my father had no choice but to go on. Risk is needed to get us to college.

When I finally went to the new San Lazaro in Carmona, I was impressed by the facility.

The usual manual post is still there...

(I think this is part of heritage and should not be changed)

The seats are better (than the original San Lazaro in Tayuman).

The track is faster (as proof, i was told that the horses clock faster):

People are still employed

There are still fanatics, regulars:

the players 

the excitement of the homestretch

By the way, today, free from the burden of thinking about our daily baon, papa doesnt do illegal horseracing bets any more. He deserves to be free of worries.