Translation Time!!

PATHFINDER

Nuninuninununinu....

Browsing on my google docs and saw tons of my Animo Tale multiple chapters. Must pick one--must pick one!

SELLING MY DRAMA

Some of my stories are 'on hold'--suffering writers block. But don't worry, whatever happens I going to finish it. Just need time. Or maybe I have to bang my head a couple of times (wink wink). 

On the other hand...

I am making, or should I say trying, to work out some plot for my 'another' five stories, and kids--like the rest of my fiction--this is not for minors (sorry). It's an adult theme and gloomy, mystery and etc...or whatever.

Up coming:
- Sakura (stories around WWII)

- Trinity (Its about homosexuality, hineous crime and betrayal)

- The Coming (ah...don't know yet, but its all related to cult...or something like that)

- Legend of the Wolf (an assassin's story)

- Metro Tale (Ok, this is about the life--night life, or mostly hidden stories around the metro--Manila!)

So I guess that should be it. Prologue will be posted soon.

Au revoir! (god, I love french)

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There are things human will never learn: that is DROP the ego shit! 

Eddie Izzard Star Wars Cantina

Muuset!!

Lintek na istorya yan, 'di ko matapos-tapos!! Ba't ba naimbento procrastination?!!

Weirdest morning I ever had...

A bus driver and his sidekick was talking about how Justin Bieber looks good with a beanie hat. Tangnang yan!

"Ay kagwapong bata yan, noh? Lalu na nung naka-bunet sya..."

---putarages! BUNET?!! 

Eddie Izzard - Religion & Dinosaurs

Use Tagalog—for goodness sake!!

Maging makata para sa Bayan

Gumamit ng sariling wika ng maintindihan

Hindi naman dapat gumamit ng banyaga para sabihin ang saloobin

Minsan nagmumuka ka ng ignorante pero pilit pa rin gagamitin

Pilipino ka noong pinanganak ka

Kahit ang ina mo ‘aray’ ang iniyak noong nilabas ka

Pero bakit ngayon salitang ingles ang binoboka

Samantalang baluktot naman habang nagsasalita

Noong isang araw, hindi ba nagbasa ka ng diksyonaryo?

At natawa ka pa ng nalaman mo ang ingles ng ‘balat-kayo’

Ang lalim, ang lalim, hindi mo maarok kamo

Eh samantalang ‘maarok’ salitang Pilipino

‘Bobo ka talaga’ ang sabi mo sa akin

Nasa modernong panahon na tayo ‘eng-eng’ ka pa rin

Eh ano naman, sagot ko sa kanya

At least I know you’re a dickhead, kaysa sa akin!

A/N: I wrote this just to practice my tagalog. I’m not a foreigner and tagalog is my first language, but it seems I watched too many movies and crazed with books. Na possess na ako kaka-ingles nila HAHAHA (natawa pa ang impakta!)

Check The Tweets!

This is me...

Yes I'm not a catholic anymore, though I grew up in sacred catholic family. I served the church since the day I can remember, I'd read the bible, I'd read manuscripts and I'd studied them...now I considered them as history books. I don't mock religious people, because I was once one of them. Do you have to be kind just because someone said so? No I don't think so. You have to be kind because it is the right thing to do...no questions ask, no favors in return. Being agnostic or atheist is not a choice, it was there already. But its just me and I'm not forming a debate here. Why? Because by the end of the day you're going to curse me.

You only possess something if you actually own it...

Sorry...

Sorry guys I have to remove my written works for a while (there are still two stories left, so don't worry). I am planning to join PSFV6 (Phil. Speculative Fiction). Reason? I don't know...hone my skills maybe. Wish me luck!

Breakdown

Tired, Pissed and everything in between.

Why so?

Well...I've always caught up on day to day lives, and nothing could do but to beat it's own accord. I'm a grown-up and must face the reality. But sometimes when I do, I want to let go all of them. Why? Because I'm tired, that's why.

Just telling...

Just something on my mind after saying hello to the phone...

Thank you for calling 'Luv Lanes'.

For love advice; press 1

love confession; press 2

if your boyfriend dumped you; press 3

if a girlfriend; press 4

if you want to kill the bastard; press5

if you want to kill the bitch; press6

if you want to kill yourself; press the trigger and all will be well.

Thank you, have a good day.

 

Pay the rent, school, electric bills, groceries, insurance, ITR, etc etc...Argh!! Can't do nothing do but to oblige!! And the worst part is, I don't have much left to buy a descent poison for myself!!

BENT: The Ballad of a Gender Bender 1/?

Author: Niq Caidic-Roman/Unanimo
Language: English
Genre: Romance, Drama, Humor, Adult
Warnings: Some themes and languages are not suitable for minors
Status: On going


Chapter I 


She had a life with a different perspective. Some call her gifted, witty, vibrant and everything in between. And some…well, flaws if you may, as Katalina had a long list of her unexpected behavior that will reveal by itself in the future.

Graduated as Cum Laude at the age of nineteen from respected universities and considered as one of the aspiring youth ever made into a one-man—or shall we say—one-woman art show, despite of her youthfulness, she made a name and bested her peers. What amuses the critiques mostly was Katalina’s technique happens to be much advance for her age, and four years later, the critiques christened her by the name of ‘golden hand’ and became one of the most well known surreal artists in local and abroad.

This young woman from a well-known family was a goal-minded, always determine to win, and thus she always win. No one in this world could stop her from committing success. No one can stop her gaining dignity and victory. She had it all; fame, fortune, name. A young age of twenty-four nonetheless earned the honor of a fifty year-old veteran. However, or others may say, all things come with a price. Hence it was true. All of these honor, reputation and wealth reduced and frosted her freedom. She did make her own way to the top, but the height became her greatest fear.

When she turned twenty-seven, her whole persona changed. She became bored, snob and egotistical. The tiring gestures she made at the parties, television shows and huge corporate events became her little world. She can’t even remember when was the last time she decides what to wear or what time to brush her teeth. She was all locked up from the outside world, confined and converted into corporate monkey who always tell when to dance and when to halt. Hell, she even endorsed some brands she can’t even recognize.

This is not the kind of life she’s dreaming about. Yes, she’s infamous, earning as much as six figures a week from her appearance alone, not including the price of her work. But it was all tiring, and the people around her starting to tear up her dream.

All good things come with a price. No shit.

She would cut her ear like Van Gough did just to make them go away.

And she did make them go away as her ‘issue’ suddenly burst out of nowhere. The last exhibit she made was a complete disaster, opposed to the ones she had made before. She did that on purpose. She did that to make them believe she’s gone insane so that she can go back where she could start a new beginning of her life.

But all things come with a price, like they said. The critiques and her own supporters dropped her like a rug on the floor. The years of crafting her name disappeared in just a day. The Kat ‘Golden Hand’ Grant became nothing more but a common stupid.

Moronic? Yes, with an absolute freedom, nonetheless…

Chastising away from the world of celebrities as she was once considered by critics, was great impeccable timing indeed for Kat. When her own manager declined her existence, she met a young man named Matt. An ordinary man ordained to rule her world. The handsome, tall, bedroom-brown-eyed boy that so perfect for her... or so she thought he was. Kat doesn’t care if he belongs to an ordinary world, differ to her own. What makes important was he loved her. The two get along after few months, became a couple and had a blissful relationship. Kat thought she had it all when Matt came to her life.

Anyway he thought the same way, but until Kat fucked up again.

Kat never lost the limelight of her name, really. Like hibernating, it made her popular even more. The ‘Golden Hand’ became the ‘Bad Girl’ when the beast inside her sprawled out. Her talent was set aside and her behavior was emphasized. She’s a feast from the eyes of any reporters, newspapers and magazines; labeling her as the greatest and the worst.

She doesn’t need to paint again… that was she said. “I am the icon itself. I don’t need them.”

Well, we’ll just see about that.

TBC
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BENT: The Ballad of a Gender Bender

Author: Unanimo

Language: English

Genre: Romance, Drama, Humor, Adult

Warnings: Some themes and languages are not suitable for minors

Status: On going

Prologue

Walking slowly at the spacious and well-lighted room of the Schaeffer Gallery, Dean Stratmore, CEO and Co-Founder of Indio Arte was examining the area, glancing here and there at the colorful and monotone paintings of famous local artists with calculating eyes, making sure if he did the right thing to designate the artworks into an alphabetical order. Sure some of the want-to-be artist and the likes were pissed off about the results, but their annoying debates had finally ended up with Dean’s decision few days ago.
 

He’s the boss, why do they bother anyway.

Smiling inwardly, Dean’s recollections few days ago was kind of… comical. As far as he knew himself, other than a business man, he was strict and conscious when it comes to his gallery. But what happened few days ago made him wonder why he did such a conclusion. Maybe because he intended to line the artist as equal or maybe just to shut them up.

The gallery’s due opening within three days and the interior was already settled. There are one hundred and thirty-two paintings on display and it all belongs to a group of recently Likha Awardees, ages twenty-two to thirty. Their works were not that bad, maybe splendid to others but hardly satisfactory for Dean himself. He’s a little dismayed every time he sees a painter revised or rather embracing too much influence from their iconic idols which made them almost their clone.

If isn’t about the money…

“They are all amateurs,” Dean murmured. “Mixing paints then splashing across the canvas… what a waste. You are all amateurs.”

After the long staring from wall to wall, arms across his chest, he stepped back and walked to another hallway. There, where the hall was lightly lit, he took his keys and opened a huge door at the end corner. This room was strictly forbidden for those who are not welcome. This door was his own sanctuary, a place where he filed his own memory.

He entered slowly and turned on the lights. He smiled, really smiled. His eyes were set narrowly at the center of the room, which the painting of his friend displayed.

The famous artist…

The famous young artist…

The famous young but dead artist…

And then and there, the name encrypted below the painting made Dean cried.

“Reminiscing again?”

Shaking his mind clandestinely without pinning away from the painting, he smiled as he expected an old-age woman with ash colored hair appeared by the threshold of the door.

“Are you ready?” she asked slowly before she stood beside him. “The gallery will open soon.”

“Our gallery will open in three days,” he corrected and then finally glanced at her. “Don’t forget you owned it too.”

“Partially,” she mirrored Dean’s expression. “Secretly and partially, don’t forget to add that too.”

He considered that note for a while then glanced back at the painting. The silence in between them was annoying; Dean hated this part for he knew she’s about to say something. But before she could do that, he started to move away.

“Do you pity me?” she asked finally while noting the melancholy look in his eyes. She sighed and stepped ahead towards the door. “Don’t look at me like that, it makes me feel guilty.”

Dean stood for a moment and then gazed back at the painting. “No, Kat. I don’t… never did.”

Next

One word. AL PACINO

Famous movie lines from my favorite actor, Alfredo James Pacino

I got hooked with Pacino movies since I can remember. And The Godfather was one of them. Every time I watched this man, I mean, this icon, my jaw always dropped. Shit, I can't imagine where he gets his passion. Well, like he said, "I'm an actor, not a star", or something like that.

I sum-up some of his famous movies line and tagged them as my FAVORITES of all time and--ooh, I love him when he said "Say hello to my little friend" from Scarface. Short. Simple. Very persuasive. I used it before and it was effective.

Okay no more shit, here are some of my favorite movie lines:

Any Given Sunday

"That's what a leader's about: sacrifice. The times he's gotta sacrifice because he's gotta lead, by example. Not by fear and not by self-pity."

“I don't know what to say, really. Three minutes to the biggest battle of our professional lives. All comes down to today, and either, we heal as a team, or we're gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play. Until we're finished. We're in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And, we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb outta hell... one inch at a time. Now I can't do it for ya, I'm too old. I look around, I see these young faces and I think, I mean, I've made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I, uh, I've pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who's ever loved me. And lately, I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror. You know, when you get old, in life, things get taken from you. I mean, that's... that's... that's a part of life. But, you only learn that when you start losin' stuff. You find out life's this game of inches, so is football. Because in either game - life or football - the margin for error is so small. I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you don't quite make it. One half second too slow, too fast and you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They're in every break of the game, every minute, every second. On this team we fight for that inch. On this team we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when add up all those inches, that's gonna make the fucking difference between winning and losing! Between living and dying! I'll tell you this, in any fight it's the guy whose willing to die whose gonna win that inch. And I know, if I'm gonna have any life anymore it's because I'm still willing to fight and die for that inch, because that's what living is, the six inches in front of your face. Now I can't make you do it. You've got to look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes. Now I think ya going to see a guy who will go that inch with you. Your gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team, because he knows when it comes down to it your gonna do the same for him. That's a team, gentlemen, and either, we heal, now, as a team, or we will die as individuals. That's football guys, that's all it is.”

“If you're gonna be a loser, raise your hand. IF you're gonna act like a pussy, raise your hand.”

Devil’s Advocate

“Freedom, baby. Is never having to say you're sorry.”

“Guilt is like a bag of fuckin' bricks. All ya gotta do is set it down.”

 “Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel. He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off! He's a tight-ass! He's a SADIST! He's an absentee landlord! Worship that? NEVER!”

Donnie Brasco

“A wise guy's always right even when he's wrong, he's right.”

“When I introduce you, I'm gonna say, "This is a friend of mine." That means you're a connected guy. Now if I said instead, this is a friend of ours that would mean you a made guy. A Capiche?”

“Anywhere you go, all around the world, all the best cooks are men.”

Carlito’s Way

“Favor gonna kill you faster than a bullet.”

“The dream don't come no closer by itself. We gotta run after it now.”

Scent of a Woman

“Whoo-ah. “

“Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here.”

“Now I have come to the cross-roads in my life. I always knew what the right path was. Without exception, I knew, but I never took it. You know why? It was too damn hard. Now here's Charlie. He's come to the cross-roads. He has chosen a path. It's the right path. It's a path made of principle that leads to character. Let him continue on his journey.”

Frankie and Johnny

“Now, there's a man and a woman. He's a cook. She's a waitress. Now, they meet and they don't connect. Only, she noticed him. He could feel it. And he noticed her. And they both knew it was going to happen. They made love, and for maybe one whole night, they forgot the 10 million things that make people think, I don't love this person, I don't like this person, I don't know this- Instead, it was perfect, and they were perfect. And that's all there was to know about. Only now, she's beginning to forget all that, and pretty soon he's going to forget it too.”

“I know I can't the make the bad go away. You're right, I can't. But when the bad comes again, I am gonna be next to you.”

The Local Stigmatic

“Fame is the first disgrace, because God knows who you are.”

“I never pay for sex, Ray, because Jesus Christ paid for our sins.”

“You know how to keep an old Englishman happy? Tell him a joke when he's young.”

The Godfather

“I'll make him an offer he can't refuse.”

“Don't tell me you're innocent. Because it insults my intelligence and makes me very angry.”

“Some people will pay a lot of money for that information; but then your daughter would lose a father, instead of gaining a husband.”

The Godfather II

“I don't feel I have to wipe everybody out...Just my enemies.”

“There are many things my father taught me here in this room. He taught me: keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.”

“If anything in this life is certain, if history has taught us anything, it is that you can kill anyone.”

The Godfather III

“Never hate your enemies. It affects your judgment.”

“It's dangerous to be an honest man.”

“Friends and money - oil and water.”

And Justice for All

“At this point, I would just like to say that what this committee is doing in theory is highly commendable. However, in practice, it sucks... and I'm not going to answer any more questions.”

“The one thing that bothered me, the one thing that stayed in my mind and I couldn't get rid of it, that haunted me, was why. Why would she lie? What was her motive for lying? If my client is innocent, she's lying, why? Was it blackmail? No. Was it jealousy? No. Yesterday I found out why. She doesn't have a motive, you know why? Because she's not lying... And ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the prosecution is not going to get that man today, no, because I'm gonna get him! my client, the Honorable Henry T. Fleming, should go right to fucking jail! The son of a bitch is guilty!”

“Being honest doesn't have much to do with being a lawyer.”

Dog Day Afternoon

“I'm robbing a bank because they got money here. That's why I'm robbing it.”

“ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA! ATTICA!”

“I'm a fuck-up and I'm an outcast. If you get near me you're gonna get it- you're gonna get fucked over and fucked out.”

Serpico

“The reality is that we do not wash our own laundry - it just gets dirtier.”

“You stupid fuck! You didn't know me? You fired without a warning, without a fucking brain in your head? Oh, shit. If I buy one, motherfucker, I ain't buying it from you.”

“You know what they say, don't you? If you love a man's garden, you gotta love the man!”

Scarecrow

“A crow isn't afraid of a scarecrow. It laughs.”

“Riley tried to fuck me, so I had to beat the shit out of him.”

“You’re a "scarecrow". You're also an "asshole”.

Scarface

“You know what? Fuck you! How about that?”

“I'm Tony Montana! You fuck with me, you fuckin' with the best!”

“You wanna fuck with me? Okay. You wanna play rough? Okay. Say hello to my little friend!”

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Converting one of my works into tagalog just for a request sake..Agh!! it's like decoding da Vinci!!

Democracy...yeah right!

September 30, 2010 at—argh! Forgot the time, Carlos Celdran, a tourist-guide (or so they said) and full-hearted Filipino and a supporter of RH bill—‘use condoms, for goodness sake’, to you—appeared at the Manila Cathedral wearing—yup, the national hero’s iconic clothes; a bowler hat and a 2000-peso black tuxedo. When I saw him like that I said to myself “Did they change the date of Rizal day? Wow, and I thought PGMA was crazy switching dates.” Ten seconds later he answered my question, resulting my coffee bursting out from my mouth and landed on my laptop. Contemplating where I could find a technician at this time of the hour, the words “Stop getting involved in politics!” ringed through my ear and the placard scribbled DAMASO burned in front of my eyes as Celdran mandating himself in front of the cardinals and bishops like a girl on a boxing ring. I am an agnostic but this is ridiculous, and the only words that come out from mouth was “Whattafuck!” that earned me a loud shush from my daughter.

Freedom indeed, but sometimes we have to consider some things before we act. I know desperate times come in desperate measures. However, ika nga ni Erwin Tulfo “kung sa Mosque mo ginawa yan, malamang wala ka ng ulo!”

Regarding our government, Separation of Church and States was considered the most ‘common’ phrase we ever heard of. I mean, duh? Since when ever that happens? And what pisses me off was our own President Noynoy was warned to be exiled from the Catholic Church, and all because of the RH bill. Ano yun?! Concern ka lang naman sa population, di ba? I’m not against religion and I’m not against the reproduction either. Dicipline, discipline was all we need, mahirap bang intindihin na halos wala ka ng malamon eh anak ka pa ng anak! Ayan tuloy, meron isang Celdran na nakakulong sa Maynila.