Just when I was starting to settle down in Manila, my new universe because of work, sh*t happens.
When I reached the LRT-2 Legarda station Tuesday night, after a 30-minute walk (made worse by the rain) I discovered that my backpack was open, and my recorder was missing.
The snatcher apparently didn't find the secret pockets where I keep my other stuff (wallet, camera, IDs), and my laptop, I think, was too heavy, and it was fastened with a velcro strap.
The recorder was relatively cheaper that the other gadgets, but it is extremely important in my new beat. I need it to monitor the President's speeches and out of town events. They don't sell a tape recorder/radio tuner anymore.
This is the second time I fell prey to petty thieves. On July 13, 2005, while in the middle of a crush of people during Susan Roces' rally on Ayala Avenue in Makati, during the height of the "Hello Garci" scandal, someone snatched my barely two-week-old Nokia 3230.
I agonized for six months paying my credit card bill for the phone that I used for no more than 14 days.
I hope these thieves burn in hell, even before they get there.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Stupify me
I was mindlessly surfing channels Tuesday evening and came across one of the final episodes of Dyesebel on GMA-7. I don't follow the series but it was easy to get the drift -- Fredo (Dingdong Dantes) ventures into the ocean in search for Dyesebel (Marian Rivera) in the undersea kingdom of Sirenea.
Fredo was riding a submarine. If you watched the 80s cartoon "Silverhawks," it looked like the Squid/space ship of the head villain, Monstar.
In Sirenea, Dyesebel is resigned to her fate as heir to the throne. She's a princess now, with what looked like orange sea urchins for a crown. When she was a commoner fish, she had grapes or a bunch of whatever small and round fruits for a head dress.
This is so ridiculous and insulting to human intelligence, I don't even know where to begin. Even fantasy shows need to have at least a semblance of logic.
What's with the one-seater submarine? A character who I presumed was the inventor of the vessel, Gio Alvarez (remember him from Ang TV), frantically warns Fredo over the radio: "Kailangan mo nang bumalik, malakas na masyado pressure dyan."
Another character, played by Ricky Davao, putting on his best worried face, says "Fredo, mababa na masyado oxygen level mo."
Expectedly, Fredo ignores them. What the heck? Driving a submarine is like riding a bike, piece of cake.
Dyesebel, perched on a rock, with her kness bent (yes, mermaids in Sirenea have knees), seems to know that Fredo is in danger. At that point, I finally changed the channel.
I'm guessing the ending will see Fredo run out of oxygen and his submarine will collapse, but Dyesebel will rescue him. Sweet.
Fredo was riding a submarine. If you watched the 80s cartoon "Silverhawks," it looked like the Squid/space ship of the head villain, Monstar.
In Sirenea, Dyesebel is resigned to her fate as heir to the throne. She's a princess now, with what looked like orange sea urchins for a crown. When she was a commoner fish, she had grapes or a bunch of whatever small and round fruits for a head dress.
This is so ridiculous and insulting to human intelligence, I don't even know where to begin. Even fantasy shows need to have at least a semblance of logic.
What's with the one-seater submarine? A character who I presumed was the inventor of the vessel, Gio Alvarez (remember him from Ang TV), frantically warns Fredo over the radio: "Kailangan mo nang bumalik, malakas na masyado pressure dyan."
Another character, played by Ricky Davao, putting on his best worried face, says "Fredo, mababa na masyado oxygen level mo."
Expectedly, Fredo ignores them. What the heck? Driving a submarine is like riding a bike, piece of cake.
Dyesebel, perched on a rock, with her kness bent (yes, mermaids in Sirenea have knees), seems to know that Fredo is in danger. At that point, I finally changed the channel.
I'm guessing the ending will see Fredo run out of oxygen and his submarine will collapse, but Dyesebel will rescue him. Sweet.
Friday, September 05, 2008
No reptiles with my dumplings, please
The long-delayed Quiapo food trip with Germany-bound girl finally pushed through on Thursday night in this really old Chinese restaurant along a side street in Recto.
Bacon, the pot-bellied pig, welcomed us. His (or her) sole purpose in life was to be tied down to the sidewalk, near the restaurant door, to bring the owners good luck.
After dodging shady-looking characters during the long walk from Quiapo Church to Recto, I was desperate for air-conditioning. But the sight of a Burmese python and a crocodile in aquariums scared the sh*t out of me.
They will see me as dinner, python will smash the aquarium open, strangle me, while crocodile devours me head first.
Reptiles freak me out, even pictures terrify me. With Germany-bound girl calling me a "wuss" in front of the diners, I hurried down the stairs to the fan-cooled section.
A woman in her 60s (i assumed), Pacita, took our order. I'm guessing she was the hot waitress there back in the day.
For P550, we had pork siomai, fried dumplings, lechon and broccoli with brown sauce, two cups of fried rice, pancit bihon, and two bottles of sprite. Ronron, if you're reading this, we should go there.
The food was very good, very rich and tasty. Licking my lips, i thought MSG must be the secret ingredient.
For dessert, we went to the Spanish restaurant across the street. It also had a poor pot-bellied pig, Lucky, positioned on the door, for good luck.
There was something in the leche flan and the bibingka, it had just the right amount of creaminess, not too sweet.
The old guy who took our order must be Pacita's contemporary. I was too stuffed to remember his name, sorry.
I didn't take pictures because I did not want to get mugged on my way out.
Bacon, the pot-bellied pig, welcomed us. His (or her) sole purpose in life was to be tied down to the sidewalk, near the restaurant door, to bring the owners good luck.
After dodging shady-looking characters during the long walk from Quiapo Church to Recto, I was desperate for air-conditioning. But the sight of a Burmese python and a crocodile in aquariums scared the sh*t out of me.
They will see me as dinner, python will smash the aquarium open, strangle me, while crocodile devours me head first.
Reptiles freak me out, even pictures terrify me. With Germany-bound girl calling me a "wuss" in front of the diners, I hurried down the stairs to the fan-cooled section.
A woman in her 60s (i assumed), Pacita, took our order. I'm guessing she was the hot waitress there back in the day.
For P550, we had pork siomai, fried dumplings, lechon and broccoli with brown sauce, two cups of fried rice, pancit bihon, and two bottles of sprite. Ronron, if you're reading this, we should go there.
The food was very good, very rich and tasty. Licking my lips, i thought MSG must be the secret ingredient.
For dessert, we went to the Spanish restaurant across the street. It also had a poor pot-bellied pig, Lucky, positioned on the door, for good luck.
There was something in the leche flan and the bibingka, it had just the right amount of creaminess, not too sweet.
The old guy who took our order must be Pacita's contemporary. I was too stuffed to remember his name, sorry.
I didn't take pictures because I did not want to get mugged on my way out.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
The farewell speech I never made
I can be a crybaby so I did not make a speech last Friday, I wanted it to be a fun night. Sabi nga ni General Supnet, ayokong makita ako nang tropa na umiiyak. Not everyone is on multiply so, Rio, Aya, Jas, ipakita ninyo ito sa tropa.
Una sa lahat, salamat sa pagpunta nyo sa party namin ni Ronito, ibang klase yung gift, parang That's Entertainment, at may song number pa ako, kulang na lang may magsasabit ng sampaguita at si Kuya Germs.
Salamat lalo sa mga old timers na pumunta, I'm one of you now. Raffy, Wacqs, Aisa, Kane. Salamat kay Day sa cake. Salamat kay Ronron, ang silent partner ng kasiyahan.
Salamat sa mga tumawid, Sisel, Thea, Miami. Salamat sa mga nanggaling ng malayo at nagdala ng alak at peg (read: baboy), Col. Brawner, Maj. Sagun, lalo na kay Commander Bacordo, it was unexpected sir.
Sa mga hindi pumunta (except yung mga nasa mindanao), drowing! wala pala kayo e.
To those who wrote on the card, here are my replies, in no particular order. You get what you give. (Kung kaya ninyong magsulat nang patago, kaya ko din magbasa nang patago).
Nikko -- i totally agree with the things you listed down, what can i say? we're the best. salamat sa iyo, kay Frankie, at kay Lola
Rio -- pretty girl, keep it up, when i was starting out there, an older friend told me to never lose the fire in my belly, you have the fire (tangina, nosebleed!), pag kaya mo nang manampal diyan, unahin mo si sinpogi, at imbitahin mo ko
James -- seatmate hindi lang sa opisina, kundi pati sa c-130, hummer sa sulu, at kung anu-ano pang sasakyang militar. patuloy ang pagkakaibigan, the best of luck in life and love
Aya -- quality time is not quantity time, thanks for the friendship, at sa masarap na spicy talong with minced pork
Victor -- salamat sa yo, natuto akong mag-transcribe, at mang-urot, kahit may estrella pa yan sa balikat
RSJ -- ang embodiment ng tradisyon sa dpc, whom i consider my mentor on the beat. sabi mo nga, dapat wire-caliber
Joy -- ikaw ang one of a kind, on my first day there, ikaw ang unang kumausap sa akin, tandang tanda ko pa "ikaw ba ang kasamahan ni alcuin, ahihihihihihi" tapos lahat ng pumasok sa pinto sainasabihan mo "ayan ang kasamahan ni alcuin, ahihihihihi" hanggang pumasok na si alcuin mismo, ang sabi mo lang "ahihihihihi"
Vene -- ingat sa mga bala, habulin ka nun, walang anuman yung friendster, kung gusto mo pa, gawan din kita ng facebook at multiply
Jas -- kalerky ka, bakit nahuli ang labas ng personalidad na yan, potah, basta pakisabi kay mang iggy wala nang libre sa mundo, luz valdez ako sa kanya
Ronron -- i know thing have not changed, especially sa mga kasabay natin circa 2005-2007, andiyan palagi ang cubao at kung saan man tayo dalin ng mga kumakalam na sikmura
Verlin -- god speed, kung may isang pang-gangster ang porma dyan, ikaw na yun, suspenders pa lang
K/Day -- yes, i'm sad, and some powers-that-be suck. i will watch my weight after our quiapo food trip
Alcuin -- alcuiiiiiiiiiiin, ahihihihihihi, fuckin' great man!
Cecille -- sisel, sisel, sisel, ang sarap pakinggan, ang paulu saka marven hindi masyado, miss you!
John -- konting bilis sir... dun sa second road trip natin, o e ano ngayon kung tag-ulan na?planuhin na yan. alam ko sir hindi ako mapapahiya sa yo, keep it up
Benjie -- i'm still looking for that rainbow, salmat sa suporta, kuya, lalo na nung tatanga-tanga pa akong baguhang reporter sa crame
Maj. Zagala -- see you in 2010, sir
Jay and Sengkly -- kailangan talaga, team kayo, salamat sa samahan na nagsimula sa kampanya ng nasirang raul roco, katulad ni aisa na kasam din natin dun, our paths will cross again (langya, level!)
Josh and Aimee -- bacarro's angels, now torres' angels, salamat sa mga text at in my last week, nahuli kita, josh, na nagmomonitor ng site namin, kahit iniutos sa iyo yan, salamat
Rex -- pagbutihan ang clippings, hinihintay ni CS yan, at mata sa dyaryo hindi sa cinema one
Merwin -- ang samahang pinagbuklod ng alak, bago ka sumakay ng taxi, amuyin mo muna si manong ha
Jaemie -- mare, like what i told aya, it's not how long, it's how you spent it, hindi ka lang pang-romansa, naka mini-skirt ka pa kahit malapit na gumuho gobyerno nung height ng zte at nagtago sa kampo crame ang pangulo
Wacqs -- ikaw ang patunay ng samahang dpc, kahit hindi tayo nagkasabay sa beat, naging magkaibigan tayo sa mga gimik ng tropa, isang kampay sa yo
Anthony -- wala na akong takas sa pangulo na yan, nawa'y magpakabait ka diyan sa dpc, tingin tayo ng sapatos sa getway
Jepoy -- hinihintay ka na ng pangulo sa malacanang, mestizo ka pa naman, pag sinabi ni joy na leader of the band ka, leader of the band ka
Joey -- i know that you too will excel in that House
Rene -- coming from you, it's a compliment, though i think it's too much, i'm not worthy
Solmerin -- salamat din sa mga kwnetong npa at sa pagsabay mo sa akin sa katipunan
Ibang klase ang samahang DPC, it was my second home, it was where i became a reporter. That's why it was very hard to drag my ass out the door and leave.
I really looked forward to going to work in the nearly four years that i was there. Like Nikko said, everyday is a new joke.
Mami-miss ko ang walang katapusang kwentuhan sa hapag kainan, pan de sal, jollibee, o yellow cab man ang pinagsasaluhan, basta si jimmy ang bumabangka, uki na.
Mami-miss ko ang walang katapusang asaran, ang pagtawa sa buhay pag-ibig nang may buhay pag-ibig, nakakalimutan ko ang sermon ng mga amo, ibang klase ang kababawan natin
Mami-miss ko ang pambabalahura natin sa pangalan ng may pangalan -- General Yano Gibbs, Sengaling, Mamon Tulfo, Colonel Sarah Jane Salazar, Colonel Hilario Duff. Pag ginawa ko yan sa palasyo, baka akalain nila sintu-sinto ako.
Mami-miss ko ang mga out of town trips, kahit PAF ang sagot sa sasakyan at kahit masakit sa pwet, walang katapusang picture naman, at may inuman pa sa gabi pag overnight.
Mami-miss ko ang pagtulog sa sofa (kahit sira), at sa quarters (kahit may kakaibang amoy ang kama). Pasensya na kung naghihilik minsan, tao lang, leche
It was an amazing four years. Peace out at salamat sa inyong lahat!
Joel/Jags/Jaggy/Jopel
Una sa lahat, salamat sa pagpunta nyo sa party namin ni Ronito, ibang klase yung gift, parang That's Entertainment, at may song number pa ako, kulang na lang may magsasabit ng sampaguita at si Kuya Germs.
Salamat lalo sa mga old timers na pumunta, I'm one of you now. Raffy, Wacqs, Aisa, Kane. Salamat kay Day sa cake. Salamat kay Ronron, ang silent partner ng kasiyahan.
Salamat sa mga tumawid, Sisel, Thea, Miami. Salamat sa mga nanggaling ng malayo at nagdala ng alak at peg (read: baboy), Col. Brawner, Maj. Sagun, lalo na kay Commander Bacordo, it was unexpected sir.
Sa mga hindi pumunta (except yung mga nasa mindanao), drowing! wala pala kayo e.
To those who wrote on the card, here are my replies, in no particular order. You get what you give. (Kung kaya ninyong magsulat nang patago, kaya ko din magbasa nang patago).Nikko -- i totally agree with the things you listed down, what can i say? we're the best. salamat sa iyo, kay Frankie, at kay Lola
Rio -- pretty girl, keep it up, when i was starting out there, an older friend told me to never lose the fire in my belly, you have the fire (tangina, nosebleed!), pag kaya mo nang manampal diyan, unahin mo si sinpogi, at imbitahin mo ko
James -- seatmate hindi lang sa opisina, kundi pati sa c-130, hummer sa sulu, at kung anu-ano pang sasakyang militar. patuloy ang pagkakaibigan, the best of luck in life and love
Aya -- quality time is not quantity time, thanks for the friendship, at sa masarap na spicy talong with minced pork
Victor -- salamat sa yo, natuto akong mag-transcribe, at mang-urot, kahit may estrella pa yan sa balikat
RSJ -- ang embodiment ng tradisyon sa dpc, whom i consider my mentor on the beat. sabi mo nga, dapat wire-caliber
Joy -- ikaw ang one of a kind, on my first day there, ikaw ang unang kumausap sa akin, tandang tanda ko pa "ikaw ba ang kasamahan ni alcuin, ahihihihihihi" tapos lahat ng pumasok sa pinto sainasabihan mo "ayan ang kasamahan ni alcuin, ahihihihihi" hanggang pumasok na si alcuin mismo, ang sabi mo lang "ahihihihihi"
Vene -- ingat sa mga bala, habulin ka nun, walang anuman yung friendster, kung gusto mo pa, gawan din kita ng facebook at multiply
Jas -- kalerky ka, bakit nahuli ang labas ng personalidad na yan, potah, basta pakisabi kay mang iggy wala nang libre sa mundo, luz valdez ako sa kanya
Ronron -- i know thing have not changed, especially sa mga kasabay natin circa 2005-2007, andiyan palagi ang cubao at kung saan man tayo dalin ng mga kumakalam na sikmura
Verlin -- god speed, kung may isang pang-gangster ang porma dyan, ikaw na yun, suspenders pa lang
K/Day -- yes, i'm sad, and some powers-that-be suck. i will watch my weight after our quiapo food trip
Alcuin -- alcuiiiiiiiiiiin, ahihihihihihi, fuckin' great man!
Cecille -- sisel, sisel, sisel, ang sarap pakinggan, ang paulu saka marven hindi masyado, miss you!
John -- konting bilis sir... dun sa second road trip natin, o e ano ngayon kung tag-ulan na?planuhin na yan. alam ko sir hindi ako mapapahiya sa yo, keep it up
Benjie -- i'm still looking for that rainbow, salmat sa suporta, kuya, lalo na nung tatanga-tanga pa akong baguhang reporter sa crame
Maj. Zagala -- see you in 2010, sir
Jay and Sengkly -- kailangan talaga, team kayo, salamat sa samahan na nagsimula sa kampanya ng nasirang raul roco, katulad ni aisa na kasam din natin dun, our paths will cross again (langya, level!)
Josh and Aimee -- bacarro's angels, now torres' angels, salamat sa mga text at in my last week, nahuli kita, josh, na nagmomonitor ng site namin, kahit iniutos sa iyo yan, salamat
Rex -- pagbutihan ang clippings, hinihintay ni CS yan, at mata sa dyaryo hindi sa cinema one
Merwin -- ang samahang pinagbuklod ng alak, bago ka sumakay ng taxi, amuyin mo muna si manong ha
Jaemie -- mare, like what i told aya, it's not how long, it's how you spent it, hindi ka lang pang-romansa, naka mini-skirt ka pa kahit malapit na gumuho gobyerno nung height ng zte at nagtago sa kampo crame ang pangulo
Wacqs -- ikaw ang patunay ng samahang dpc, kahit hindi tayo nagkasabay sa beat, naging magkaibigan tayo sa mga gimik ng tropa, isang kampay sa yo
Anthony -- wala na akong takas sa pangulo na yan, nawa'y magpakabait ka diyan sa dpc, tingin tayo ng sapatos sa getway
Jepoy -- hinihintay ka na ng pangulo sa malacanang, mestizo ka pa naman, pag sinabi ni joy na leader of the band ka, leader of the band ka
Joey -- i know that you too will excel in that House
Rene -- coming from you, it's a compliment, though i think it's too much, i'm not worthy
Solmerin -- salamat din sa mga kwnetong npa at sa pagsabay mo sa akin sa katipunan
Ibang klase ang samahang DPC, it was my second home, it was where i became a reporter. That's why it was very hard to drag my ass out the door and leave.
I really looked forward to going to work in the nearly four years that i was there. Like Nikko said, everyday is a new joke.
Mami-miss ko ang walang katapusang kwentuhan sa hapag kainan, pan de sal, jollibee, o yellow cab man ang pinagsasaluhan, basta si jimmy ang bumabangka, uki na.
Mami-miss ko ang walang katapusang asaran, ang pagtawa sa buhay pag-ibig nang may buhay pag-ibig, nakakalimutan ko ang sermon ng mga amo, ibang klase ang kababawan natin
Mami-miss ko ang pambabalahura natin sa pangalan ng may pangalan -- General Yano Gibbs, Sengaling, Mamon Tulfo, Colonel Sarah Jane Salazar, Colonel Hilario Duff. Pag ginawa ko yan sa palasyo, baka akalain nila sintu-sinto ako.
Mami-miss ko ang mga out of town trips, kahit PAF ang sagot sa sasakyan at kahit masakit sa pwet, walang katapusang picture naman, at may inuman pa sa gabi pag overnight.
Mami-miss ko ang pagtulog sa sofa (kahit sira), at sa quarters (kahit may kakaibang amoy ang kama). Pasensya na kung naghihilik minsan, tao lang, leche
It was an amazing four years. Peace out at salamat sa inyong lahat!
Joel/Jags/Jaggy/Jopel
Friday, August 01, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
No more taking a cab to work
It was the lamest, most pathetic excuse. The taxi driver charged me an additional P10 even if he did not have an LTFRB sticker. I looked for the sticker. He said he did not put it on his windshield yet because it was raining.
Do I look like I'm stupid? The sticker goes on the interior, not the exterior side of the windshield. I banged the door as I got down and said: "Wala ka na ngang sticker, madaya pa metro mo." Which was true because based on a year's worth of taxi rides from Katipunan to Camp Aguinaldo, I know that it costs P60. A** hole's meter was at P67.50, and we were not stuck in traffic.
I've always rationalized taking a cab to work because at P60, all I do is sit on my ass, versus taking two tricycle rides and a train ride, while it costs between P35-P40, will require me to walk a few hundred meters. The P20 savings was not worth the sweat, I thought.
With the looming P10 increase, and the possibility of a tampered meter, I don't think P80 for a one-way trip is worth it. I can't pick a fight with a taxi driver and go to work angry every morning.
Plus, the P40 savings daily would add up to P200, more than enough for the P185 bus ride to the province.
I tip drivers who pick me up, no questions asked, especially when I’m in a hurry or when it’s raining, and when their meter is not tampered. I ask for the exact change when he tries to bargain for a “dagdag,” or blasts those god-awful, mind-numbing radio stations.
Excuse me sir, but traffic and steep oil prices is not the commuter’s fault, so don’t invoke those two and try to charge extra. You and I bear the brunt. What if I asked for a P10 discount because my salary was not substantially raised this year?
And don’t get me started on your poor excuse for air-conditioning and the public restroom stench in some cabs.
Do I look like I'm stupid? The sticker goes on the interior, not the exterior side of the windshield. I banged the door as I got down and said: "Wala ka na ngang sticker, madaya pa metro mo." Which was true because based on a year's worth of taxi rides from Katipunan to Camp Aguinaldo, I know that it costs P60. A** hole's meter was at P67.50, and we were not stuck in traffic.
I've always rationalized taking a cab to work because at P60, all I do is sit on my ass, versus taking two tricycle rides and a train ride, while it costs between P35-P40, will require me to walk a few hundred meters. The P20 savings was not worth the sweat, I thought.
With the looming P10 increase, and the possibility of a tampered meter, I don't think P80 for a one-way trip is worth it. I can't pick a fight with a taxi driver and go to work angry every morning.
Plus, the P40 savings daily would add up to P200, more than enough for the P185 bus ride to the province.
I tip drivers who pick me up, no questions asked, especially when I’m in a hurry or when it’s raining, and when their meter is not tampered. I ask for the exact change when he tries to bargain for a “dagdag,” or blasts those god-awful, mind-numbing radio stations.
Excuse me sir, but traffic and steep oil prices is not the commuter’s fault, so don’t invoke those two and try to charge extra. You and I bear the brunt. What if I asked for a P10 discount because my salary was not substantially raised this year?
And don’t get me started on your poor excuse for air-conditioning and the public restroom stench in some cabs.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
The most amazing Sunday of my life
Call me really lucky. Last Sunday, I experienced the best of Filipino music and movies.
The TV was on while I was dressing up and I caught Karylle singing the Tagalog version of Beyonce's "Irreplaceable." Substitute the lines "You must not know 'bout me/You must not know 'bout me" with "Wala kang kwentang lalake/Marami kang babae," and "I can have another you in a minute" with "Anong akala mo sa akin, marijuana?"
It was groundbreaking, cutting edge. Not since that boy band from That's Entertainment, Quamo, has any singer captured the soul of an American radio hit in Tagalog. Karylle's "Irreplaceable" is now my second favorite "Tagalized" song, after "Umbrella."
"Di ka na mababasa ng ulan/di na, di na/hinde, hinde, de, de." F***in gold!
Then, on the bus to Manila, the 90s Eddie Garcia starrer, "Mayor Latigo" was playing, and it had two full-on bed scenes featuring Sylvia Sanchez. I must say that today's sexpots have nothing on Sylvia Sanchez.
I can rave on and on about the movie. That is how movies in the action genre should be made. It provokes the intellect. It's pure genius, romanticizing the life of a Rizal town mayor who whips his subordinates in the ass to get them to obey the law.
Never mind the rain when I got down from the bus, the taxi I got had 101.1 Yes! FM blaring from huge speakers on the backseat, where I was seated. It was like a head massage.
This is the life!
The TV was on while I was dressing up and I caught Karylle singing the Tagalog version of Beyonce's "Irreplaceable." Substitute the lines "You must not know 'bout me/You must not know 'bout me" with "Wala kang kwentang lalake/Marami kang babae," and "I can have another you in a minute" with "Anong akala mo sa akin, marijuana?"
It was groundbreaking, cutting edge. Not since that boy band from That's Entertainment, Quamo, has any singer captured the soul of an American radio hit in Tagalog. Karylle's "Irreplaceable" is now my second favorite "Tagalized" song, after "Umbrella."
"Di ka na mababasa ng ulan/di na, di na/hinde, hinde, de, de." F***in gold!
Then, on the bus to Manila, the 90s Eddie Garcia starrer, "Mayor Latigo" was playing, and it had two full-on bed scenes featuring Sylvia Sanchez. I must say that today's sexpots have nothing on Sylvia Sanchez.
I can rave on and on about the movie. That is how movies in the action genre should be made. It provokes the intellect. It's pure genius, romanticizing the life of a Rizal town mayor who whips his subordinates in the ass to get them to obey the law.
Never mind the rain when I got down from the bus, the taxi I got had 101.1 Yes! FM blaring from huge speakers on the backseat, where I was seated. It was like a head massage.
This is the life!
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