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BluePowder on The Woman in Black (Film)

Movie to dissect: *glance up*

Genre: PG-13, Suspense, Mystery, Disturbing images as in kinginangyan! (motherbleep!)

Plot: A vengeful (dead) woman raised havoc on a small town blah blah blah, who needs intros anyway? I peed my pants! There, that settles it.

Disclaimer: Before I run down the goods and nuts (along with my other revulsion about the movie) let me remind you people that these reviews of mine are for reading entertainment only. The views and opinions presented here are solely my own and not necessarily represent as facts, so please, don't take it seriously for crying out loud!

A/N: Chrissy request granted - chiching! Sorry it took long though XD

My Favorite Movies Of All Time Part I (in no particular order)

Aliens

"This time it's war"

Genre: Aliens (duh), Sci-Fi, Action, Badass guns, One alien queen with PMS!

Year: 1986

“Ellen Ripley – a new name for women who kickass!”

I was only eleven years old when I saw this movie, and that was on BetaMax and sooooo long ago, like Jurassic age. I don’t understand the plot yet because duh I was so young, that all of my scary-shit moment was donned on Bishop who, by that time, was hacked in two by Mama Alien Queen. And since then the movie itself never escaped me.

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The Godfather

"An offer you can't refuse"

Genre: Crime, Drama, Mafia, PASTA!

Year: 1972

"This one family you shouldn't pissed off."

The Godfather probably one of the greatest film ever made, and I agree. Well, who wouldn’t? I still watch it on my Sunday-habit list and I remember each line. And add to that, I’ve read the novel itself to complete my utter loyalty. It has inspiring tag-lines of which you’ll realize by the end, it has common sense.

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The Godfather II

"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer"

Genre: Crime, Drama, Mafia, Family ties

Year: 1974

"Respect - that's all there is."

In this sequel you will see how Vito Corleone started it all, from a simple orphan from Sicily to the Godfather, till the day he died. His son, Michael, inherited all, expanding his regime until all hell breaks loose.

Okay so yeah, I’m too fanatic about this movie, what yah gonna do  sue me?? XP

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Schindler's List

"Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire"

Genre: Biography, Drama, Holocaust, and a fucked up dude who looooves to play with his gun X(

Year: 1993

"No joke. Ralph Fiennes was so badass in this movie I want whack his head off!"

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Empire of the Sun

"To survive in a world at war, he must find a strength greater than all the events that surround him."

Genre: Biography, Drama

Year: 1987

"People will do anything for a potato... damn it was like a joke, but it's true."

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Casino

"Winner loses all."

Genre: Gambling, Murder, Freaking awesome!!

Year: 1995

"Imagine the movie houses censored automatically... you'll hear more bleeps than words -- oh hell, this was good!"

Post Post Post!

I posted new chapter of my Bleach Fanfic titled Beyond Border.

Yep, I know it took me six months to update *slapping my forehead*

Click here or you can visit the tab above that says FANFICTION :)


Ciao!

Yehey!!

I said from my previous post that I’m suffering writer’s block and my attention span is shorter than my hair. I want to finish my ff, I really do, and it’s been weeks since this dilemma of mine keeps on poking, banging my head. I searched the entire net to find a cure – none of it works (I think). But guess what, yesterday I had found a remedy (Yehey!)

I was with my boss, talking to a client, when this idea of mine pops in my head. In the middle of our meeting, while yours truly presenting her designs, one colleague of mine was rolling a piece of paper, and I thought he was bored or something, but when I asked him later that day what was that for he said, “to draw numbers – so that next time we’re not going to point fingers who’s who will represent the project”.

Er?

Shocks! Why didn’t I think about that before!

So yeah, after shaking him as my gesture of thanks (literally – by the shoulder) for his simple idea, I grabbed my keys and went straight home. I cut twenty pieces of small paper and wrote in them each of my works, and shove it in a bowl, shaking it for few seconds then draw one roll and... there it is – the FF that I’m going to finish next.

Also, I found out too that my prob is not writer's block. I just couldn't decide which one's which XD

Writer's Block??

Okay so... yeah. Writer's block is what, about things you can't reciprocate through writing, or, better yet, can't unleash what's on your mind? -- in short, you're procrastinating and you have no idea how to pronounce the damn word!

I don’t tend to be a writer, but I started writing bunch of stuff, nonsense stuff, since I was nineteen, and five years later I started to write about what I thought would be "my start of something big". I was into a novel, my first, a fantasy one, and finished the draft seven years ago. Of course as a newbie you have to "know what you write" and make sure you're not developing idiocy out on you. That time I don't know anything about writer's block, I thought it was normal like "I'm tired – I'm gonna do this tomorrow" thing and then leave it that way. But not until it hit me one day, and my mind, emotion, passion, went all down to a drain. And when I started editing the draft I made… shit, it was a disaster. What the hell happened to me, I dunno. I have my own world once, but when I saw the outside world, my nightmare started. Aside for my fantasy work, I have done some other stories too (thirty plus originals and ten short stories) and none, take note, none of them are published. I even have a FanFiction, and that too flew away. I have a short attention span, and I'm easily annoyed by noise. I can't work in an environment with people and pets roaming around. I snapped when someone asked me a question while I'm in a verge of concentration (ask my spouse, he knows what kind of bitch I am when it comes to that). And the worst part, someone says my English is not that damn good. Yeah. Good. Thank you for the help. For having English as a second language in our country (of which we have more than a hundred tongues under our belt), I might take that as an exception. But when you start revealing the notes under the pen, you have to have a guts to show them. And that part, I have a problem.
You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?
Anyway, just ignore it. I'm just expressing things, that's all.

Happy ME

One of my closest friend surprised me today...Ten years na daw kami magkaibigan, magkakulitan, magkaututan-dila, and I thought he was just full of drama recalling the days when we just client-slash-artist partnership, but when I walk to my table and saw a package there, I realized he wasn't joking at all, and I was like OMG ARE YOU SERIOUS???

My friend gave me KINDLE FIRE lang naman, yung matagal ko na wish hehe

Thanks Chard kahit minsan nag aaway tayo eh we make sure naman by the end of the day magkasundo ulit para pasakitin ang ulo ng nakapaligid satin HAHAHA

I wish I have a PepperSpray X(

Noong isang gabi habang malakas ang ulan naisipan ko sumakay ng taxi, at lintikan na yan kung kelan mo kailangan at tsaka ang hirap hagilapin. Inabot ata ako ng mahigit isang oras ng may dumaan na isa—at kung mamalasin ka nga naman, may sakay pa! Ampoocha!

Pero hindi pagsakay sa taxi ang kwento ko. Lahat naman tayo alam yon kung paano. Ang ikukwento ko ay ang nangyari sa akin habang naghihintay ako ng masasakyan pauwi...

Steve Jobs: I don't know if I feel bad about you or them...

The man is dead, what more do you want?! Either he's a nutcase, a slave driver or a genius forty-eight hours ago, I don't care. He's dead now! If other people wants to mourn for him because they believe he's the hero who change their lives, then let them be X(


Whoah where the hell that came from O.o

The Most Spectacular Dog Show Ever. And I mean, EVER XD

Grrrr...

Few more days to go and boom—vacation! Not for me, though *sigh* One client of mine is kinda giddy. No. Too soft. Make that stupid--grrrr...Had I told him I have a reservation, of which I’ve been dying to go somewhere but my cubicle? YES! I've beat my ass to finish the design he requested a week ago--only for him to left it at the HK airport! Now I have to do it all over again! 

Vacations sucks. They suck. Work sucks. And the worst part, my writing started to go suck too!

Anyway before I commit homicide and kill everyone in sight, I decided to stop using the net for a while to finish my job. And that includes my emails, blog, twitter, FB and LJ's. In-between working hours—while being a mommy—I’ll peruse the notes and reviews few of my new friends had given me yesterday so that I can work on my fanfic. Woopeedoo!

Be back in a week or two.

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There are things people will never learn---DROP the ego shit...

The Ballad of One Musikero

Music is and always be part of us, especially if you’re the one who’s creating it. Love, anger and rage, solemnity and tribute are mostly the ingredients of one good song. Your happy about it, you’re sad about it, you’ve become what you’re not expected because of it, and in the end you’re in love with the Music and, at the same time, the music is in love with you. But what if the music you created is tearing up your entire guise, the mobility of your life, the sanction of your privacy which before was a blur, and the fame and fortune starts to control your life? What are you going to do?

Leave...

Leave it all behind and set off to embrace a new life, of course. That’s what I’ve heard from the few band members who call it quits from their comrades and followers. They are tired from the same society that strangles the core of their being. Not that they hate the faction—they just hate of being...them. They hate not to be alone anymore because privacy was so hard to reach. The prying eyes that dictated every move in which in the end created an image they themselves could not fathom. They said musicians have to learn to crawl before they learn to walk, and when everything is in order the honour of music was no more and the puppet master will conduct a show, turned bands into corporate bitches and whore them for the sake of money.

The truth of it, it’s not the love of music anymore, people don’t care about that anymore, it’s all about currency. And when this empowered the novice musicians, they will be blind and things will start all over again. And it doesn’t stop there. A new breed of offspring will crawl up from nowhere and start to form a band, the thought a group of four boys and one girl will be enough to make real music—which mostly don’t know what diminish was and power chords as the center of aim—to hazard our ears just to prove they are lack seeing the difference between harmony and noise. One side; fame and fortune, the other; a poser and a noise maker. Which one you’ll choose? Neither. Does anyone know how to play real music anymore without harmful defects? Am I the only one who seeing this? It may sound brutal but it’s the truth. And the truth shits us all.

I don’t see real musicians now; they disbanded or died long ago. They died or separated long before we knew the real meaning of their lives. I understood them, because I was too in band for sixteen years. And those sixteen years took me a lot of reasoning why I intend to humble my life. I respect music, I listened to them. I desire to listen and play them with the knowledge I knew that I don’t have to show it off. I want to be nobody, nameless to the world of MTV’s and music channels and music companies. Fame is not for me to intake any longer. I don’t want to play music just to preserve my everyday life. Not for money. I don’t want to be a whore. Elders said music is an expression, words with tunes, to share and be shared back...just like love. Maybe that’s why I’m in the verge of ending my happy days of performing. I’m craving for a place where music was life.

I want to listen now, to others, without those eyes watching over me, telling me what to do, telling me what to feel, telling what to play. I have to say goodbye now, my agent is calling. I have to do this...media, for our last farewell.

THE OTHER EVE: Who’s to blame, The Adam or the Eve or the other Eve Part III

Author: Unanimo
Disclaimer: This article is for reading entertainment only. Views and opinions presented are solely my own and not necessarily represent as facts.
Language: English-Filipino

This is the final chapter of my work. Before you start your reading I would like to thank everybody, your appreciation, criticisms, and praise. Salamat. Salamat. Salamat. You don’t know how much you made my day.

One reader of mine requested to put my own story to my work, well I wish I could but sadly I have nothing to tell. My experienced regards to this delicate issue was all coincidental and observation (a.k.a. chismax). I am an analytical person, which sometimes my friends branded me, including my husband, a weirdo. I love to write, or dying to write, I am not expressive in turns to speech but I am damned good on writing it (wow kapal). So that’s why I made this article for you all, to the ones have read it from the start and those who just starting to read my work. Again, thank you very, very much.

Next Attraction....

"Just remember, the whole world is and always go against you. You have to learn to fight. Everyday life is a battle field, you know..."---from my next article: The Third Kind.

LET’S TALK ABOUT MEN: Who’s to blame, The Adam or the Eve or the other Eve Part II

If infidelity occurs, and this is the guy, then fuck yeah!

Few weeks ago I posted about Legal Wives or Legal Partners and few hints and advice how to cope with infidelity, etc. Not that I considered my work helpful but...well...

Anyway, today is another wonderful day to continue the topic. And this time, my dear fellow salamanders, we’re going to talk about MEN. Yep, men. M-E-N MEN. The King of Women's—sometimes men’s—hearts, the sixth creation of God, the who of all and the why of mankind. Yan sa topic natin ngayon.

Reality: Kung wala ang lalaki hindi siguro mauuso ang salitang infidelity, pangangaliwa, kabit, kulasisi, hiram, pang-Wednesday ka lang, extracurricular activity, pag-ibig sa likod ng puso ko, “spank-me-spank-me-daddy” or whatever you want to call it. Ang dami! But don’t worry, I am not labeling all the guys and I know hindi rin mabubuo ang mga salitang nabangit kung wala ang partner ni Adan na si Eba. Hindi gagawa ng kabalastugan ang isa kung walang motibo ang kabila. Sa nakakatakot at minsan hindi inaasahang sitwasyon, marahil karamihan sa atin ang tanging nasa isip (bukod sa sana magpa-jollibee naman ang hindot bukas) ay tukso tukso layuan mo ako, dahil kung hindi yari tayo pareho.

O kung hindi man, malamang may agimat na katulad ng iwas-balis.

Litrato ng asawa...

Litrato ng anak...

At kung talagang mabagsik ang kamandag, litrato ng biyenan.

But before we go deep into the issue let me remind you again the purpose of why I’m writing this is just to dissect why and why men cheats. Maraming rason, maraming pinaghugutan, pero ngayon ko lang nalaman na halos lahat pala ay iisa ang pinagmulan, at sa bandang huli si Eba pa rin pala ang dapat makialam (tangnang yan!).

Marami akong tinanong na kalalakihan about this, inalam ang dahilan, sinama ko nga rin ang asawa ko sa panel kahit na gusto n’ya akong batukan. Napakabalahura ko daw at pati s’ya ay dinamay ko sa kalokohan ko. Why naman, honeyjam, nagtatanong lang naman XD

Noong isang gabi ko ginawa ang pagtatanong at anak ng teteng akala ko may itatakbo ako sa ospital. Naging mainit ang debate last night habang may kaharap na alcohol na dapat pala sa umpisa pa lang ay kape na lang hinain ko. Ika nga, lumalabas ang tunay na saloobin kapag may konting kick ng alak. Wrong move. Sa umpisa maganda, I even have my own notebook in front of me na parang journalist sa isang show na naghahanap at nag i-investigate ng isang maselan at dangerous case. Ilan sa mga kumpare ko ang tinanong ko, pati pinsan ko dinamay ko. At habang nagpapalitan ng kuro-kuro natatawa na lang ako. Ay! Grabe pala tong mga ito pag nag-expose.

Habang may hawak ng tig-iisang bote, sinabakan ko agad ng tanong. Ang unang katanungan ko ay;

Bakit gusto ng lalaki magkaroon ng iba bukod sa asawa?

Tumahimik ang lahat. It’s an unexpected question. Akala ng mga ito biruan lang, pero noong nakita na nila ang notebook ko, nagtaasan na agad ang kilay nila. In fairness, sumagot naman and they answered me truthfully...o ‘di kaya lasing lang O.o But though I doubt it, I find some of their reasons valid and some are not.

As in not.

For example...

“Lalaki ako kaya natural yon,” sagot ng isa, si Jay. “Hindi na mawawala sa character ng lalaki yon.”

Okay that was one, though I want to say; “Takong ng sapatos ko, bro, natural din yon lalo na kapag dinukdok ko sa muka mo”—but I hold myself and forced to acknowledge his basis. I’m here to educate myself anyway.

Ang isa naman, si Noel, sabi hindi na daw kasi tulad ng dati ang misis n’ya. Wala na daw lambing. Para daw s’yang slave. Trabaho-bahay-kain-ayuda. Puta, minsan daw may singil pa! “Before we make love, may demands muna. Kapag wala, magkamay na lang daw ako. Tama ba yon?”

“Hindi kaya reason na lang yan para masabi n’yong tama ang nagawa n’yo, kung masisi man ay slight lang?” Kamot-ulo kong tinanong.

“No. Mahal namin asawa namin—ewan ko lang sa kanya,” sabay turo ni Noel kay Jay. “I love my wife kaya nga nagpapakapagod ako para mabigyan ko lang s’ya ng magandang buhay. But I think nothing will drive a married man into another woman faster than a nagging wife. She talks and yell like my mom. Kala mo bubuyog, o kaya parang kabayo—whine ng whine. Angal dito, angal d’on. Nakakairita.”

“Ah basta ako kapag palay na lumapit, susugpangin ko,” pahabol na banat ng isang hindot sa likod, si James.

“Do you always have to do that? I mean, do you have to brand yourself macho all the time? Do you feel manly kapag marami kang options? I don’t think your dick is your best weapon in the world, James. Bumusina ka nga muna.”

“Nandyan na eh, ano gagawin mo? Tirahin na!”

Alam kaya n’ya na babae kaharap n’ya? Napailing nalang ako sa isang ito. ‘Di ko malaman kung pilosopo, abnormal o talagang...ah ewan!

Before I could commit homicide, I asked them again another question. Why man cheats? Is it psychologically, emotionally...or just complete dickheads who wants to conquer us all? Studies said almost 40% of men seek sexual contentment and, in some point, while in their marriages. They crave for variety na parang ginawang ulam and desired to be with different women.

“Hey, not all guys are the same,” Noel said. “Pagmamahal hanap ko hindi tulo, hindi deathwish.”

“Madali lang yon, tanga,” Jay countered, feeling henyo ang ulol. “E di mag-condom ka.”

Napatunga ng beer si Noel sa sinabi na iyon ni Jay, at padabog na binaba ang bote sa coffee table. “Seryosong usapan sabay babanatan mo ng ganyan.”

“Sino bang may sabi hindi seryoso sinasabi ko,” pairap na banat ng henyo. “Ikaw lang naman ang engot eh.”

Napakunot ng noo si Noel, then... “Gago ka!”

It took Jay few seconds before the word sinks in. And when it did, Jay’s eyes grew saucers. “Ano sabi mo?!”

I could say something more appropriate like; “Jay has a point” but I think that’s not a good idea when someone is glaring at you that speaks volume. Yup, I shut my mouth instead.

“Hindi lahat ng bagay bayag ang sagot. At hindi kantutan ang pinag uusapan dito!” Galit na sinabi ni Noel kay Jay.

“Ahh...guys, may babae po dito—”

Biglang tumayo si Jay. “Bakla ka ba?”

Tumayo din si Noel. “Ba’t ‘di mo subukan.”

Namagitan ang esposo ko. “Wait lang, guys—honey, ilayo mo ang mga bote dali!”

Nagkatulakan pareho. “Nasisira kalalakihan ng dahil sa katulad mo!” Banat ng namumulang Jay. Akmang magkakasuntukan na.

Noel shouted, “Gago ka pala eh. Hindi naman sa lahat ng oras kalibugan paiiralin mo. Anong klaseng katwiran—nauso lang ang condom, mang-uulo ka na?”

“Abay bakla ka nga!”

“TEKA!”...that’s me screaming.

At nag-abot na po sila mga kaibigan. Of which naman naawat agad. But that scene can tell it all. Now I know my theories are true. That there are two kinds of male; one is conventional romanticist, and the other was nothing but a dickhead. Chat it down-chat it down. However the one thing that marked inside my head and pisses me off was when Jay said something about pang kama lang ang babae.

Nah, too soft. Remove dickhead. Write down asshole.

Few hours later, and coffee had been served, the ambiance of the fight finally subside. Though both of these guys were giving me a headache, I have to go on. This talk is getting interesting naman, but I have to make sure to remove the booze first before we continue. Baka may umuwing walang ulo dito—sa ibaba.

IT’S ALL ABOUT HUMPING...

That same night, Noel went outside the veranda to smoke while James and my husband watched some dvd’s at the other room. Jay and I was left alone and I took the opportunity to ask him without the danger of getting a smack to the head.

“Tell me,” I started. “Are there any reason aside sa mga sinabi mo kanina na magkakapag justify sa cases mo?”

“Sandamukal,” Jay answered. “For instance, she just doesn’t get me.”

“Excuse me?”

“The thrill, I mean.”

“Hindi ko ma-gets.”

Jay sighed. “Sex. Men want extreme things, especially sa sex. Nag-iinarte kumare mo. Ayaw n’ya ng adventure sa bed. What would I do, it usually do overcome me.”

“Well, how about shove some bottle up to your ass and then tell me how’s that feel in the morning?”

“Ano ka ba? It’s not like that!” He frowned. “It’s like...like sometimes when I want some intimate moments with your kumare, I ended up declined. At kapag pinagbigyan n’ya ako, sasabihin naman n’ya bilisan ko daw kasi aayusin n’ya pa yung laundry o di kaya didiligan n’ya pa yung halaman. Kantot-pato lang ayos na sa kanya. Gawin daw ba akong nuisance sa kanyang daily routine...” he sighed. “When it comes for her affection, pangangalaga, wala ako masabi sa kanya. But when it comes to bed...oh for the love of fuck, disaster.”

“And that was your ground kaya ka nagloko? Wasn’t that little bit...juvenile-ish?”

“Aren’t you even listening to every word I said?” He snapped. “This is serious. For us guys, we want something more. Maintaining marriage is hard pagdating sa bed. Ano akala n’yo sa amin? Bata? Ma-pacified lang yung needs, okay na? Tama si Noel, lambingan n’yo naman! Show us something to look forward to. Surprise us. Make us crazy, make us insane. Kahit ano, basta nakakagulat.”

“Like underwear made out of spider web—just joking,” I said after narrowing his eyes at me. “Does this mean sex is a really big deal sa inyo?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Then why do you have to do it with someone else kung pwede naman pag-usupan?”

“Sabi ko nga surprise us, di ba?”

“Lame excuse.”

“For us guys, having sex out of marriage is not a big deal...kung may kahalo ng love ibang usapan na yon, may problema sa side ng lalaki yon. Ang pagkakaiba namin sa inyong mga babae was men usually can have sex without love. Pagnalabas na ang libog, tapos na. Sex and love for us is entirely two different things. Automatically separated na yun sa utak namin bago pa may maghubo sa harapan namin. Inside of marriage, we want love. Outside, it’s all about fucking.”

“Have you ever thought of getting caught?”

“Anong klaseng tanong yan? Syempre meron! Ayokong mawala pamilya ko no.”

“So we go back to square one—why do you have to cheat if you can do better?”

He looks at me na parang naubusan ng reason at gusto ng tumakbo. And then he shrugged and said, “Instinct.”

Alangya dami-dami mong sinabi dun din pala bagsak. Bwiset!

“So, are you saying all men are inborn?”

“Perhaps.”

“And that doesn’t bother you? Hindi ba dapat binabago yon?”

“Why would I? Kung kayo nga inborn na mag-shopping sa walang katuturang bagay eh.”

“That’s different! Indulgence namin ‘yon.”

“And same goes to us.”

“This is going nowhere...”

“You started it.” He laughed. “Ask your husband, he might enlighten you.”

Abay gagong ‘to, dinamay pa asawa ko.

Few minutes later, Noel came and sat beside us. I turned my attention to him sa inaakalang mas may sense pang kausapin ang isang ito. But before I open my mouth to ask him a question, tinaasan na n’ya ako ng isang kilay agad, sabay sabing... “Susmaryosep! Hindi pa ba tapos yan?”

“Eh gago tong isang to sumagot eh,” sabay turo ko kay Jay. “Dali na.”

Noel shook his head in return. And then murmured, “Nagpapaniwala ka kasi sa abnormal. Alright, fine. Ask away.”

I move my chair forward. “Meron pa bang ibang dahilan para magloko ang lalaki?”

He looked back at me and then side his glance at Jay...of which giggling at that time. Noel smiled and said, “The easiest answer to that is ahhh...because we can?”

Ay mas gago to. “Kinginang sagot yan.”

“Eh totoo naman eh,” sangayon ni Jay. “Tell me one girl na nag-dare gumawa ng ganyan maliban sa abnormal. Wala di ba?”

Ngayon ko lang nalaman nakaka gago pala ang kape kaysa sa alak. “Mga punyeta kayo!”

Findings:

I left them laughing that night, including ang mahal kong asawa na nakikitawa sa kabilang kwarto. Siguro naiisip n’ya na baka kaya ko ginagawa ito para mag-back check sa kanya. Hmp. Naalala ko yun ah. Mamya ka bwiset ka.

Anyway, morning came and still slaving myself in front of my laptop...at hindi pa rin natapos. It took me an hour to think and a day or two to write this down. Why men cheats. Why men cheats. Paulit-ulit na tanong ko sa isip. Kahit nga sa canteen kinabukasan yan ang nasagot ko noong tinanong ako kung ano order ko—baliw amfufu.

Siguro sa ganitong aspect ancient na ang kaisipan ito. Magmula pa sa ninuno, orthodox na ang ganitong kasabihan, na ang lalaki ay talagang mapaglaro. Classic. Very basic. Pero kung ganoon nga, bakit tayo umaangal? Bakit pa tayo nasasaktan kung alam na natin sa simula’t simula pa ay dadanas ang kababaihan sa puntong s’ya ay pagpipilian o di kaya pasadahan ng literal.

Ang kasagutan lang siguro kasi it was unfair. It was unfair to women that only men can have good time. There were rules and, though it is sucks, it must be obeyed. Pangit sa babae ang may ibang lalaki, pangit sa babae na may kabit, pangit sa babae ang nagpapasawsaw despite para sa kasayahan lang, pangit dahil kasi ang baho pakingan, pangit marahil kapag tinuloy mo ay talagang sablay, pangit siguro kasi hindi bagay...

Pangit, pangit, pangit, leche!

Pero pagdating sa lalaki, kapag marami s’yang babae, ang macho n’ya tignan, ang gwapo, ang astig, mga tinamaan ng magaling—ay hindot!

But really now. Seriously. Women can’t win against the other species because we, girls, are complex creatures, and we, ourselves, are prone to friendship and love than getting laid (oh really?)—and men? Men are prone to reason than romance, I think. Si Romeo na lang ata ang vain, tapos fiction pa.

FALL OUT OF LOVE...

I watched some reality bangayan show yesterday and it was irritating, yet laughable at the same time.

“Hindi ko na makita sarili ko kasama ko s’ya habang buhay...” bangit ng lalaki sa host ko tungkol sa kanyang asawa. Naturally the host will ask him why. And he said, “I don’t love her anymore.”

“Is there a reason why you said so?” said the host.

“There is...”

“And that is...”

“I found someone else.”

BINGO!

When you hear the word love, what comes inside your mind? Sacrifice, right? Love moves in a mysterious ways, indeed, but when it comes to marriage, love must be specific. It’s not a game stupid people play. Love is, love was, and love is truly meant to be.

No shit.

What happened to this man’s sacred oath is beyond our comprehension. I wonder if I was the wife, maybe I slit this guy’s throat.

The guy was married for ten years; they have three kids, two girls and a boy. And from his description his wife was the most wonderful woman he ever met. Kind, loving, beautiful. But despite of it, and even the host couldn’t guess what the hell went wrong, the husband said sila ang tipong kakaingitan ng iba; beautiful couple with three beautiful and smart kids. May marangal na buhay, magalang na pamantayan at ginagalang ng marami. However there are hundred reasons what went wrong. Maybe the guy had gone sour. Maybe the girl had gone bitter. Or maybe their past has not connected to their future. But whatever reason was, it’s all lame excuses. Blame on everybody. And I think the answer to this dilemma was maybe someone else got into the picture long before the guy intend to fuck things up. The married guy had finally released his beastly instinct and took on somebody else.

Napatunayan na talagang ang isang kadahilanan ng pagkakaroon ng ibang karelasyon ay ang pagkawala ng pagmamahal sa asawa. Hindi man sinasadya, ang isa sa kanila ay nakakahanap o nakakatagpo ng iba. And usually the one who push the pawn first was the guy. Gayon man, para sa akin, ang pag-ibig ay hindi parang bula, o parang pigsa, pagpumutok, kusang nawawala. Balibaligtarin mo man ang mundo, sa asawa mo pa rin ang uwi mo. Either you have to or want to, nothing will change...unless she’s dead, and that will be the time your scot free.

Ang pag-ibig din ay hindi rin base sa first sight. Kalokohan ‘yon. Hindi maaring biglaan, o gulatan, o pustahan, at hindi rin dapat napipilitan. Sa kaso ng lalaking nakasalang sa hotseat sa harap ng camera, s’ya ay biktima ng sinasabing akala. Like for instance; akala n’ya hindi na n’ya mahal ang asawa n’ya. Akala n’ya ang bagong kinakasama ang bubuhay sa malamyang sistema. Akala. Akala. Akala. Mali pala.

At dito na pumapasok si infatuation...

Ang pagkakaroon ng—masakit man bangitin—kabit ay nagmumula sa infatuation, or in other words, atraksyon sa iba. Ang salitang infatuation ibig sabihin ay admire, fascination, crush, adore...nabaliw, nalibugan, at kung ano-ano pang sasaklaw na lumalason sa isip ng isang tao na nag-aakala na s’ya ay pinana ni Cupido ngunit yun pala ay nahampas ng maso. Marahil ito ang nakasira sa pagsasama ng mag-asawa, for the reason na mayroon kasi kakaiba sa bagong nakilala kaysa sa unang nakasama...

Ano yan, may expiration date?

Putarages! Ano akala mo sa asawa mo, damit?

Oo, naramdaman mo nga ang pagmamahal ng ibang babae dahil s’ya ay maasikaso, dahil naiintindihan ka n’ya, dahil naiintindihan n’ya ang sitwasyon n’yo, dahil naghihintay s’ya sa pagbabalik mo, dahil walang away na namumuo sa pagitan n’yo, dahil nabibigay n’ya lahat ng atensyon na gusto mo, ngunit sumagi ba sa isip mo na panghabangbuhay ito? Hindi ba nagsimula rin kayo mag-asawa sa ganito? Abay kung ganito lang ang usapan, bakit inalok mo ng kasal ang nobya mo at sumumpang mamahalin hanggang magunaw ang mundo. Binuntis mo pa, hayop ka! Tapos lalayasan mo rin pala! Anong klaseng lalaki ka?

Hmp. Dapat siguro nauso rin ang tapoo sa tao.

O di kaya ipapanood ng Fatal Attraction tong mga ‘to.

Findings:

Aminin na natin na ang lalaki ay madaling matukso, laging hanap ay atensyon. Kung tayong mga babae ay mahal natin ang ating asawa, bakit pa hahayaan magpapansin sa iba. Sa kaso ulit ng lalaking kupaw sa telebisyon, ang kanyang butihing asawa ay naging pabaya din pala. Masyado naka-focus ang atensyon sa anak at ang tunay na panganay, ang padre de pamilya, ay naisang-tabi na. Alam ko at alam din ng ibang kababaihan na kung ano ang nagustuhan sa atin ng ating asawa before or after the wedding day ay hindi dapat magbago. Ang lalaki kasi madaling makalimot, mahilis mo lang pansin mo, nagtatampo na, sermonan mo, naghihimotok na, tangihan mo, yari ka. Why can we have the formula of give and take, yes? Pakalawan mo paminsan-minsan. Hayaan mo sa barkada. Mas maganda nga barkadahin mo barkada n’ya. Be his friend, be his beer-friend. Love is sacrifice, di ba?

Part III

FREAKOUT!

No, it's not about the booze. It's all about squeezing my excess time then wasting it so that others may have some overdue reason, thinking it will be alright for them to screw things up, while me not having a good night rest for four fucking days!!


How's that for a freakout?!

Call of Duty ROCKS!!!

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley from Cod: Modern Warfare 2.
Wish he's not that dead.

I am not into PC games not unless it was The Sims, but few years ago, one boring eve of 2004, a friend of ours lend a game called Call of Duty, a first person shooter genre game. At first I thought it was brutal so I didn't like it. However as days goes by, my antagonistic side suddenly changed and I became one of the biggest fan of the said game and, like they said, the rest of my playing games are history.

Now I just finish Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 1 and 2, the eight installment since Call of Duty 1. Can't wait to have the part 3 of the series, which will be released in 2011.

Who’s to blame: The Adam or the Eve...or the other Eve? Part I

Author: Unanimo

Disclaimer: This article of mine is for reading entertainment only. Views and opinions presented here are solely my own and not necessarily represent as facts.

Language: English-Filipino  

Warning: Hindi pwede sa bata lintik!

Infidelity sa workplace is very common.

Paminsan minsan kailangan ng Tapao-o.

Pamilyar na ba sa’yo ang salitang ‘blame it on her’ at ‘it’s all her fault’? Ay, malamang! Dahil kahit sa tabloid at showbiz news mababasa at makikita yan. Kung minsan nga nauuwi pa sa demandahan, sakitan, suntukan, sabunutan at, ‘wag naman sana lagi, patayan. Hay naku, babae nga naman.

How about "I’m the mistress", querida, and, in some cases, as if like you haven’t got any clue what’s going on inside your friend’s head by having some extracurricular activity every Wednesday at her new refurbished condo—of which naniwala ka naman na nabili n’ya yon sa pagiging secretary n’ya—and then finally shared something very, very delicate (or stupidity, if you refer it) with you because she can’t handle her burning candle anymore by dropping a bomb like, “Freeeeend, isa akong kabit!” Bonga, di ba? Kaloka!

Malamang ikaw o baka isa sa kaibigan mo nakaranas ng betrayal o infidelity (a.k.a.: rockin’ on the same boat) Hindi tayo alien sa mga ganitong issue. Kahit seven-year old alam yan. Pero sa totoo lang, sino ba ang may kasalanan, sino ba talaga ang biktima? Whom do we point our finger, and if we did, is it right to label her the scarlet letter? Is it right to nail the bastard who done this to you? Is it right to gain sympathy then and there, especially sa legal na kinakasama? Tama ba na kampihan ang alam mong tama pero isa ka rin pala sa engot na hindi nag-a-analyze ng sitwasyon? Is it right na dwelo nalang para malaman kung sino matibay? Tama ba ang salitang ‘Lalaki kasi yan kaya ganyan’ o di kaya ‘Naghahanap lang ng karinyo yan kaya nagwala yan?

Daming tanong ano? hindi mo malaman kung s’an ka papanig.

Pero bago tayo mag react, let’s analyze the dilemma, shall we?

A) Rope. B) Baygon. C) Sleeping Pills

Let’s talk about some of the EVE’s: the legal wife, at ang kauna-unahan d’yan ay yung tinatawag na ‘The Typical Kind’. Eto yung suburban wife, often called martyrs, the victim, or, ika nga ng iba, TANGA, once her man had done something very, very...I don’t know...kagaguhan, pero pinatawad pa rin.

I once favoured my kumare over his adulterous husband kahit na her husband was my real friend, sa kadahilanang; (a) she often labelled herself as the weaker sex; (b) she isolates herself knowing only to serve her husband kasi akala n’ya women are the weaker sex; (c) being the weaker sex means oo ka na lang ng oo sa lahat, as if something like “Yes, yes, dear. You can spend the half—wait, why not full? Alright, all your salary to your ‘significant friend’ basta umuwi ka lang dito sa bahay”; (d) she couldn’t dispose her husband though she knew what ‘significant other’ means kasi she has no one else to turn to. And finally, and this may sound a little bit harsh; (e) N’ong nagpa-ulan ng katangahan ang diyos ng hunghang, sinapo ng kumare ko lahat!

If you’re in my shoe what will you do? Malamang aalalayan mo yung naaapi at ipagtatangol mo kasi alam mo yun ang TAMA (o baka kasi magpakamatay at isa ka pa sa masisi).

Noting the obvious?

Sabi ng iba ang normal or typical legal wives are docile sa mga ganitong sitwasyon. Nararamdaman na hindi pa rin kumikibo. Mali nga naman ang maghinala, pero sa tingin ko hindi naman masama ang magtanong (‘tangna, parang may aamin ah. Wrong advice—erase-erase-erase). But really, no one can blame this kind of women. In love sila sa husband nila eh. 

But seriously, have you ever wonder why these women often victimized? Why do husbands look for someone else? Because, at sa tingin ko lang ha, these women have a—yup!—no self confidence o self esteem, always making their lives miserable without sensible reasons or—oh, and this is such a cliché—hindi man lang mag-ayos ng sarili n’ya! Yung bang amoy paksiw na kapag sumalubong sa asawa. Ewww, di ba? Kahit ako kapag naging ganon itutulak ko sarili ko sa bintana eh. May hahalik ba naman sa’yong amoy bawang kung hindi ka mainis. I know it sounds impractical but believe me, men don’t like that. Always. A man wants a woman who can deal with problems without nagging someone’s brains out. A man wants her woman to be smart, viable, sensible, tough on some occasion - well, kung gusto mo physically bahala ka, basta you can deliver yourself beautifully in front of everybody. And lastly, and this is important, a man wants her woman to be HOT. Hah! Tell me one guy who doesn’t at babatukan ko.

A sign that says you're chained.

A married woman contentedly regards ‘I’m married to her’ would always be inside their husband’s mind. WRONG. Too bad, girl, it doesn’t work that way. Men needs to be reminded as men needs their daily intake of medication. Men need to be reminded as to ‘keep off the grass’ (haha grass). Men are adventurous like a two-year old boy, you have to snatch him away before he could burn his finger to a stove, and then lagyan ng placard that says ‘don’t touch this’. Men forget things, not in a purposely way but in an odd way. You have to remind your man why he married you, why he chose you, and why he’s so damn crazy about you. And I don’t think that’s not hard one to figure it out. Why do you have to let your man choose someone else besides you if you yourself have the confidence to top them all? Ask yourself, the answer is right in front of you.

Any Advice?  Aside for being sexy in front of his eyes, there are still more you need to sop up so that he would beg for more. Ano yung mga yon, simple lang; Food, Sex, and Silence (FSS para hindi mo makalimutan), o ika nga ni Chris Rock “Feed me, fuck me, and shut the fuck up.” I know, I know, slave ka na sa umaga, puta ka pa sa gabi. Tough but definitely effective.

Paano kamo? Ganito yan.

Demi Moore: She tried and tested.

First, don’t wait for your man to tell you what has to be done; you have a brain to figure it all out. All you need to do is give what he wants. Isipin mo na lang na he’s working his ass off for you to have a good life, para sa’yo at sa mga anak mo (o kung wala kayong anak, e di para sa’yo lang). Feed him, cook his favourite dish, ask him what happened to his day, few chit-chats, few suggestions, few lambing, a massage or whatever ang maisipan mo basta labing ang resulta kung galing s’ya sa work. ‘Wag mo isalubong yung tipong “wala pa tayong bayad sa bahay” at baka mangkok ang bumalik sa tanong mo. Biruin mo na daw ang bagong gising o lasing, ‘wag lang daw sa gutom, pagod at lalo na malayo pa ang payday.

Then after dinner, syempre watching TV muna...then maligo ka na daliiii, sabunin mo na ang dapat mong sabunin habang nalilibang s’ya. Yun yung quiet moments n’ya e, so ibigay mo yun. P’wede mauna ang silence sa sex. Leave him alone if he chose to work at home. Then when everything is clear na, s’yempre sex is on. Sometimes to slave a man’s heart is through his groin and not the stomach. If he wants you to straddle him, then straddle him. Wag ng mag-inarte. Remember: where the groin goes, the heart will follow. Think happy thoughts (as Peter Pan said) and some erotic things so that you could bring out the living daylights out of him. Be alive for your man when it comes to bed, ‘yan ang hanap nila eh. Think about it, it’s their libido for them and paycheck for you. You’re a woman of substance—act like a whore for him once in a while. Mag-asawa naman kayo eh. Surely, walang sasagi sa isip n’ya na palitan ka pa. Ayos di ba?

Ohah!

Next one: The ‘Screw-You’ type. This one is the opposite of Typical. The toughie. In other words, eto naman yung sumobra sa qualification; beautiful, smart, and talentado. Being weak doesn’t apply to this kind of women, at ‘you-go-girl’ ang slogan nila. They know the law of engagement, they know how to atomize their man, they know how to scrutinize every fucking moment their man can do. And yes, they do have circle of friends na magbibigay ng sakit ng ulo sa mga asawang lalaki: a Psychiatrist, a CPA, an Independent, and, kung mamalasin ka nga naman, a Lawyer. They are the worst enemy a man can have. Heck, they are the worst enemy than the wife. You can fuck them but don’t dare fuck with them. They will look at you like a common Adam and saying, “So? Ikaw lang ba lalaki sa mundo?” Nakakatakot ano? Warning ko lang sa mga lalaki, kapag ganito naka-ikot sa asawa mo, ‘wag na ‘wag kang magloloko, dahil mahirap galitin ang babae, lalo na yung mga ganitong klase. 

Behind the mask...

Though the ‘Screw-You’ type may appeared to be resilient in front of everybody, but deep inside, her heart wants to burst out. Women do camouflage-ing (er?) if she had or need to. And no, hindi totoo ang babae eh mas mataas pa ang emotional level kaysa sa height n’ya. Sa ganitong babae, it was her pride that makes her look stronger – with a little help of alcohol and few bogus curses, of course. “Tao din yan na marunong masaktan, yun nga lang marunong lang magdala,” one of my friend said when we shared coffee while doing “bonding time” (a.k.a.: Tsismisan). Our friend named Ana (not her real name—duh) an Engineer married with two kids, caught her husband with another woman—in bed! Woo-hoo! Ana told us that she can live without that man, that she can make a living and raise her kids by her own without the help of that fucking bastard. N’ung pinagmamasdan ko s’ya habang sinasabi n’ya yon, sabi ko sa sarili ko “Superman?”, but I know her really, and I can tell she wants to cry na. Susundutin ko sana yung mata para umiyak lang kaso natatawa ako eh.

Anyway, Ana was an independent woman. She earns twice more than her husband. And maybe that’s the answer to the question. Dominance lingers there. Add to that, she’s not that submissive, she’s more on control. Perhaps her husband felt impotent, perhaps he doesn’t need a woman—he perhaps needed a wife, and he discovered that on the other side of the bridge where another woman awaits for him to be cared for, of which they will start in burgeoning friendship and mutuality. Then after the beans had spilled, a monster emerged known as ‘infidelity’. Next, the lies and deception would be branded as sacred, and finally the eleventh commandments—thou shall not tell the truth—was the only thing they’ll holding on to. It sucks, I know, but that happens. If Ana or her husband was not that an ‘asshole’ they could see things differently.

Though I awed Ana’s qualities, as in no weak spot there, like her kind, this kind women has tons of qualities than men, however, I find acceptance is not included on their list. Since the day she was chained in marriage, her mind automatically focus on one thing; never, ever get intimidated. She has brains, yes, but no brain for emotion nonetheless. She was tough, hard as a shell to deal with, and I can imagine how her husband ‘scared shitless’ in times of her mayhem. What happened next to their telenovela life was indeed predictable. The husband admitted his mistakes for the sake of his family, but sadly, Ana kept hers. She filed an annulment case and custody of their children. Rules of engagement indeed, thanks for the help of a lawyer friend. One time I told her to give her husband a chance, for the reason the mistake was not entirely his to intake. In fact, my sincerity was not for hers, it was for their children. Putcha, n’ung sinabi ko yon, she almost bit my head off. Hindi ko daw alam ang sinasabi ko kaya hindi ko daw s’ya maintindihan. How can you tell a person she’s an ass sometimes and listened to what your heart tells you in a diplomatic way? I don’t know. But I do know she’s starting to comprehend everything.

Any Advice? You’re not retarded and you know that. Give your man a chance to prove himself he’s worth it. Avoid dominance; lessen the ego, the swollen pride, the self-importance. Your man knows who you are. You don’t have to slap it into his face. He needs his wife, not a robot.

Putarages na muka yan!

On the third part, the last one; The Pushy. This type of Eve was the combination of 1 and 2 and a lot more. In short – nagger. Always on a doubt, always complaining. Maganda nga, tamang hinala naman. Napikon si lalaki dahil lagi s’yang pinagbibintangan, at ang engot na lalaki sinunod naman! Wheew, tao nga naman.

In this case, hindi mo sila maririnig na mahinahon, like “Ako lang mahal mo ha” or something like that. Instead sa mga ganitong klase ang mga babaeng-tamang hinala ay ganito: “Putangina ka, kaya ka siguro late na umuwe dahil may babae ka noh! Umamin ka hayop ka. Walang over-over time sa kin, animal ka! Malaman ko lang na pumatong ka sa iba, dudurugin ko bayag mo!”...or something like that. Weird noh? If I was his man, I’ll immediately put a cork into her mouth before she can breathe fire into my face. Daig pa pakakak mag-ingay! Yung tipong susubo ka palang ng dinner mo, may bayad na (ex. “Bigay mo muna sahod mo bago ka lumamon!”). Lasunin mo nalang, punyeta!

Any woman has a built-in amplifier inside their body.
They just use megaphones to masked it.

Very short lang ang description ko sa third part na ito. I think naman you can get the picture. Like I said, men need silence and they know men can’t win an argument against women dahil ang babae praktisado sa multi-tasking; nagluluto-naglalaba, nagtutupi-nagsasampay, nagbubunganga-habang may binabatong kasangkapan sa ere. They thought by grabbing the man’s balls all will be well. Literall, oo. Emotionally, no. Ang lalaki once nasaktan mo ang pride, gaganti. Buti kung gagantihan ka ng kabaitan, eh pano kung gawin kang pincushion n’yan at humanap ng iba? Eh di iyak-tawa ka nalang. However, how much mo pa i-push ang husband mo sa brink of loosing, a man has no right to have another woman. It was the law. Law of human. It’s okay if we didn’t have one, but sadly there was. Kaso porket may batas para sa mga abuse wives eh lalakas na loob mo mag-inarte. No. ‘Wag ganun. Love your man the way you loved him before. Honor them, feel them, support them.

Any Advice? Easy. Shut up for once. 

Part II