The Kangkungan Extension

Guys Rules /slashed/ 27 Reasons Every Girls Needs to Realize About Guys

pendrille — Wed, 19 May 2010 20:16:51 +0000

Dang everything needs to be reposted.

From Shijie of Ozine/Remaining Forums which came from this site:

The Guys’ Rules

At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down. Finally, the guys’ side of the story. (I must admit, it’s pretty good.) We always hear “the rules” from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules! Please note… these are all numbered “1″ ON PURPOSE!

1. Men are NOT mind readers.

1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down.
We need it up, you need it down. You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

1. Sunday sports. It’s like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.

1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.

1. Crying is blackmail.

1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work!
Strong hints do not work!Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!

1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do.
Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a Problem. See a doctor.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.

1. If you won’t dress like the Victoria ‘s Secret girls, don’t Expect us to act like soap opera guys.

1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are. Don’t ask us.

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one

1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done. Not both.
If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.

1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say “nothing,” We will act like nothing’s wrong.
We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

1. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, Expect an answer you don’t want to hear.

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine. Really .

1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as ***, CARS, the shotgun formation, or NASCAR .

1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes.

1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!

1. Thank you for reading this.
Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; But did you know men really don’t mind that? It’s like camping.

For guys who are reading this, do you agree?

~o0o~

From Nurikane/Arthur of Cosplay.ph/Filcosplay Forums:

27 Reasons Every Girls Needs to Realize About Guys

I’ve found a forwarded post by a Filipina friend of mine from Brisbane, Australia named Jacqueline. It gave me interest and added some thoughts that’s why I posted it here on Multiply.

To all the girls out there, especially who label themselves as feminists or even worse, man-haters, please read this and you’ll realise that we don’t just co-exist. Take note, it originally came from a woman and I’m reposting this not to offend but, to enlighten and educate both sexes. Nanggaling yan mismo sa babaeng nagpost nito sa Friendster!

1. Guys don’t care if you’re friends with other guys.

2. But, when you’re sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. A bedlam might happen afterwards. Girls, do you want to let this happen?

3. It doesn’t help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we’re still there.

4. We don’t care if a guy calls OR TEXTS you. Otherwise, at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.

5. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can’t wait ’til the morning.

6. Also, when we tell you you’re pretty or beautiful or gorgeous or cute or stunning, WE FREAKING MEAN IT!

7. Don’t ever tell us we’re wrong. We’ll stop trying to convince you.

8. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. No doubt about it!

9. Yeah, you can quote me.

10. Don’t be mad when we hold the door open. Take advantage of the mood I’m in.

11. Let us pay for you! Don’t “feel bad,” we enjoy doing it. It’s expected. Just smile and say “thank you.” If it’s a dutch treat or you’ll pay for us, we wouldn’t mind either. We consider that as your way of empowerment.

12. Kiss us when no one’s watching. If you kiss us when you know somebody’s looking, we’ll be more impressed.

13. You DON’T have to get dressed up for us.

14. If we’re going out with you in the first place, you don’t have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of make-up you own.

15. We like you for who you are and not what you are. Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she’s just in her PJ’s or my shirt and boxers, not all dolled up.

16. Don’t take everything we say seriously. Because, sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.

17. Don’t get angry easily!

18. Stop using magazines or mass media as your bible.

19. Don’t EVER talk about how hot Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. It’s boring, and we don’t care. You have friends for that.

20. Whatever happened to the word “handsome” and “beautiful”, I’d be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with “Hey handsome!” instead of “Hey baby or stud or cutie or sexy” or whatever else you can think of. On the other hand I’m not saying I wouldn’t like it ether ; )

21. Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren’t being treated right by a guy, won’t wait for him to change. Ditch his SORRY ASS, he’s a disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect.

22. Someone who will honor your morals.

23. Someone who will make you smile when you’re at your lowest.

24. Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.

25. Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.

26. Someone who will stop what they’re doing just to look you in the
eyes…. and say “I love you” and actually mean it.

27. Girls, give the true and legitimate nice guys a chance!

Guys repost this if you absolutely agree. Every guy who isn’t a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this.

Girls repost this if also agree and believe that it makes sense.

Great Expectations

pendrille — Sun, 16 May 2010 23:55:11 +0000

Hobbyfest, brought to us by Hobbyworx, spreads the love of cosplay to Pampanga when they decided to organized an event held at Robinson’s Starmills. Of course I was very conceitedly excited to attend the said event since the failure of Go! Kaisho. But of course, some things doesn’t go as planned. Out from my four objectives, only one of them became successful.

And the blog entry title is inspired from Charles Dicken‘s classic of the same title which showers relentless irony.

Objective #1: Noel and the rest didn’t participate the said event.

Noel and Tel were one of the cosplay titans I consider and he said that he’s so excited to see my latest creation. Too bad they didn’t make it to see the glory and valor of my costume. Although I consider their works as challenges and increased our chances of winning, still I want to see their creations as well and of course, bonding moments with the best.

Objective #2: Angelo (Gelo) couldn’t pull out the trick under his sleeve.

No information will be given because it is strictly confidential for surprise purposes. It made us went mumbling a single word meme with seven words: SHITSUX.

Objective #3: The sushi we ordered weren’t delivered.

I like figures. We were anticipating for someone who lives in Pampanga and too bad she didn’t make it also in spite of the fact she is the one who invited us. There will be always next time. We miss you!

Objective #4: I was able to ramp my masterpiece!

With my huge sword and bulky shoulders, under the Ube-keso color scheme, I catwalked in an armor suit and brandished my tombstone blade with fury. But I couldn’t move as free when my two cohorts joined me at the stage. Still I enjoyed the short 15 seconds of fame and the rest of the event.

I have casted my inner struggles aside to fully enjoy the said event and apparently everyone were having fun. As I said, anything happens to Pampanga, stays in Pampanga! (And can be spread in Manila though ugh… XD)

As for the stars for the event, we have the Akatsuki Girl that everyone fantasizes about. Yet due to some strange coincidence, I have to sit beside her and has been able to chat with her just because of our common interest.

Pic courtesy of Matrixshino

Seemingly tired and lacking sleep, I have to seize the whole day and savor the moments. This event is surely one of the conventions I will never forget.

Special Mention:

Toradora Cosplayers (Minorin is the ♥! Taiga’s cute too!)

The Cute Lolita in Pink

Another two cuties cosplaying as Maka Albarn and Misa Amane

Denggoy

Cosplay.ph Team

And all the mecha cosplayers and those who won the event, congratulations!

See you later guys! Till next event!

Setting Aside Common Shonen Cosplay…

pendrille — Fri, 07 May 2010 17:29:16 +0000

Vanguard Princess: I want to see this pulled off. As well as Plants VS. Zombies.

I guess each cosplay/anime event goers grew were sick and tired of every ‘genericon’ happening left and right. Unfortunately for the record of the country one fails just overnight just right before the event schedule itself (right, Gee-kei?). But well we’re not going to talk about the said event, it has been a staple for tonight. I will be tackling about some cosplay materials that would just pop up and were appearing every other conventions and events. Give me break from Naruto, Bleach, D.Gray Man, Soul Eater and One Piece, will you? (At least the Death Note spree has ended. Whew.)

Kuroshitsuji

There’s a couple of Ciel’s and Sebastian’s appearing in every conventions, with most of the girls “crossdressing” the pink-clad Ciel from the ‘crossdress’ episode four. The ultimate challenge is for a guy to “crossplay” that. And someone might actually try pulling it off. Season 2 in July!

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Since it was aired locally by ABS-CBN and Hero, the barrage of (pseudo) hot guys cosplaying characters from this series was inevitable. They use to pop up as a group most of the time.

Hetalia Axis Powers

Due to the apparent BL material, most girls crossplay these personifications of countries from World War 2. Wait, World War 2? Then where’s the Philippines in Hetalia?

Vocaloid

Yup, the most common non-shonen to be cosplayed by mostly female. Yet, I’m not growing sick of Miku miraculously though.

Well that’s it, the blog’s only brief. Yet I just found a common element in the first three: Cool, Handsome guys, which unfortunately Makiel Sapalicio fails to deliver.

The Singularity of Makiel Sapalicio

pendrille — Tue, 04 May 2010 19:53:23 +0000

Confused about the title?

Honestly, I won’t be talking about quantum mechanics, physics, or your dreaded calculus. Yet if we were to define singularity, there are no clear definition of it but usually it is meant as a future time when societal, scientific and economic change is so fast we cannot even imagine what will happen from our present perspective, and when humanity will become posthumanity. And well, it also sounds like a wireless group in the US.

I might sound intelligent but it was a copy pasta from somewhere. I won’t be discussing about such complex of things. But if you would hear me closely or read, I might as well open up.

The title should be “Why Makiel Sapalicio is Still Single” for Pete’s sake. I shouldn’t be blogging about this but I think it is

time for some blabber.

About it, uhm, where should I start… I just want to end the speculation regarding my gender, which my former friends thinks, that apparently lead me to my destruction. I don’t belong to the homos, and neither to the Hideyoshi gender. But some members of thy former groupmates (a popular ex-cosplay group turned into a Korean boyband) think otherwise, same as the other one and just pokes fun of it without considering my thoughts, and also giving a bad meaning regarding my crossplaying (crossdressing and cosplay portmanteau) and interest in yaoi (only just to test myself how strong my stomach is). I just felt like being degraded to a certain point that one treats me harshly that involves physical contact (on the exact date of my birthday). Thanks to those people who were associated with me before, a man with a high reputation and who was found out of harboring feelings for the same gender, and a particular asshole who’ve got evicted for milking money out from the project leaders without their knowledge (aside from penetrating a thirteen year-old). But there is not enough basis regarding it, everything were lies spread throughout my former circle by a certain wolf in sheep’s clothing or anyone in it. So they shouldn’t be surprise if until now, I detest them, with me wearing fake smiles like I was told to by a group who adopted me and offered me the whole world.

It doesn’t mean that I’m single, I’m a homo for fuck’s sake. I even got almost physically assaulted once when I tried to defend my masculinity.

It was such a surprise for everyone when I changed my status to single at Facebook. Like they were asking “I thought you have a girlfriend?” Heck, since when I have accumulated a girlfriend? Does that mean that I am close to a certain girl, she’s my girlfriend? Well I have figured that out. A little bird told me that her friend was so confused about me that first he thought of me as a complete homo as the rumor implies and now he’s shock to have seen me with a girl. And I think I know who’s behind the culprit behind these gossips and rumors now. I just won’t give a damn about those lowlives. I’m a renewed person.

Why did I stayed single for almost virtually three to four years? I could answer that one.

After the union of my two ugly ex’s who spread rumors that I was a dad, there comes a girl who milked money out from me. We’ve never came to be as a couple, even if we did have sex. Then after milking my allowance she said she lost her feelings for no rational reason behind it. It felt hard that time but I have to move on. Then I kinda became interested in a certain Sprite which we both exchanges private messages in a forums. When I asked her out, she refused and told me she was busy via SMS and that was the first and the last message from her. Then I found her journal in DeviantArt that she’s cursing my lineage, and she thinks that “I think she was that cheap”. I asked her personally (where during those time I was suffering attacks from an infamous forums) who was that person. She said that it was a complete stranger. Well, I am a complete stranger for her that time. Since then we rarely talk, only hearing news about her bad mouthings about me when my former friends ask her “how’s my courting of her”. I added her in YM which was later I found out denied. Since then I harbored hate against women and labeled myself as a woman hater.

Besides that, I have mind-set myself not to waste time for women, for I value time so much so I could do something productive instead. Because of that, I have became so meticulous when choosing a partner, like I fear gambling my chances between being busted and accepted. I must make sure if the woman liked me too so everything will go on smoothly because wasting time for them is obviously can cause ‘heartaches’ and impede my current well being and productivity. So I have become a perfectionist by that time like every move is calculated.

I was about to quit cosplay when I was grabbed again for a project. Then another one, a Seraph from the past contacted me and wants to return back to cosplay. So I aided her and she rediscovered her friends. I have become a wallflower after that. That time, there were three of us aiming for her heart, but since I have no confidence in my looks and I am aware that I have a lot of insecurities. I have told her I like her many times, and it ends up with her saying that she wants to prioritize her life first. But I found her with someone, wrapping his arms around her. I need an explanation but I think it was obvious. A friend of mine mentioned about being indirectly busted, or being rejected by reading between the lines. Since then I rarely contact her, yet recently I found out she found her significant other. My insecurities grew more, asking questions to myself. And ending it up with “she lied to me”.

Anyways, I’m not harboring any feelings of bitterness right now, it’s just part of my sharing of how I came to be.

Well I guess I wasn’t that really significant for them. In my mind it was etched deeply that girls and women always tend to look at guy’s physical appearance just because it’s their preference. They always wanted those who were handsome, fashionable, gallant, talented or even who looked like those from Korean hearthrobs. Stereotyping I was, but it was a fact, even if someone denies this and instead say “inner qualities were still much important that physical aspects”. I don’t know it this was a lie or not.

Then finally I came to realize that I was growing old, in spite of somebody telling me that I’m young. Heck, I have been in this planet for a quarter of a century and I think I have to do something about it. A friend of mine told me that looking for a life partner is not a walk in a park. When I come to my senses, I was surrounded with women a lot younger than me. I don’t want to look inside the community because my hobby and craft is fading away once I get a high paying job after I graduate (if I will graduate). To be honest, I have been keeping an eye on someone, or anyone. Yet instead, I want to be friendly as usual, and let love come its way. I promised myself, as an Empty Chalice, instead of making one special, why can’t I make everyone in my circle feel comfortable and happy instead, as it was revealed to me by The World card in a Tarot reading?

Well I guest I have to do what I have to do, walk the path of heaven.

~ Makiel Sapalicio = T.I.S.A.

Face to Face: Savage!

pendrille — Sun, 02 May 2010 19:22:55 +0000

I used to pronounce “savage” as /ˈsæv ɪdʒ/, but I realize that it can be pronounced as /savadʒ/ as in ‘mirage’.

Well, since TV5 was gaining reputation of alternative programing and currently the more innovative local television station here in the Philippines compared to the big ones such as ABS-CBN and GMA-7, they introduced to us and boasts their un-patent invention, a “talak-serye” called Face to Face. “Talak” is a bastardized or a typo of the word talk (and I used to mistype it) or rapid chatter in Flip tongue which we usually encounter on the mouths of fat mommas in the slums and “serye” means series. So technically it is a dirtier version of a typical talk show that when Ophra sees this she will go WTF! A combination of a typical talk show and a reality show, one might say to its rudest of forms.

So the show goes on like this. It is hosted by the ex-Kapamilya Amy Perez (host of the replacement noon time show “Esep Esep” then after the infamous Willie Revillame molested one of the beauty contestant) with a gay bastard and she’ll introduce the two warring factions and their problems, arguments and debates that were usually resulted from the smallest of matter such as gossips, lover’s quarrel due to a third party, envy and anything that can make two lowlives fight to death with the most irrational of the reasons that can be dug. Imagine a supposedly children’s quarrel gaining so much publicity on TV! At the very introduction, you can hear the audience hailed as “sawsawero/sawsawera” (those who adds fuel to the fire) cheering “Sa pula! Sa puti! (On the red! On the white)” like they were betting on a sabong game (cockfight) and lulz at the one that ends up in your Tinola (a type of chicken soup cuisne). And the show’s objective was to allegedly ‘solve’ the problems of the two factions. They also hosts a panel of advisers that gives pointless advice when the subjects duke it out and even bouncers akin to the TUGS TUGS TUGS Selecta Cornetto Commercial to bounce away when things go worse.

Usually the guests and candidates were fat bitches, anorexic manangs, hip hops, jejemons, lowlives who rages over small things, bitter husbands left by infidel wives, obese homos… just simply anyone in the neighborhood or a civilian you could meet at the street! And the problems revolves usually from gossips and lies where the factions would deny the both of them when they faces off. The typical arrangement of the show was the introduction that was similar back to the Roman gladiator days, then tackles the problem of one then another. Then the advisers will advise them both and deem it ‘all’s well that ends well”. The barbaric catfights and Mosley-Mayweather-esque actions were bonuses for the eyes of the sadistic FAILipinos who also enjoys seeing Agua being bullied. I have even seen one commercial for the said show that says the show itself is good, that it helps people settle their pieces of shits despite of direct assaults in shown in TV, it even got fresh episodes during noon! Where children were wide awake and might seek a sick alternative against Showtime! They even got a priest to endorse the said hostile show! Frankly where’s the moral in that? And the show usually ends without tying the lost bonds, or should I say unsettled?

In opinion, it’s the publicized domestic violence aired for the lulz of the typical stupid Filipinos. Look how the audience cheer or ‘sawsaw’ to each the factions’ rage. If they wanted action that bad, they should have watched Avatar, Clash of the Titans and Iron Man 2 instead of this crap. Savage, barbaric like animals. It seems Juan is very fond of it, if so why not switch to Animal Planet? And I am not recommending this show to everyone either. It’s very unintellectual (it only disguises as one) and reflects how bad and uncivil Filipinos were. No wonder we’ve been left behind by Malaysia and Singapore.

Well, here is a segment of an episode from Face to Face:

Ah, it was such a good rant. Till then.

~ Makiel Sapalicio is Super Sawsaw!

Kwaresma /slashed/ Pintig /slashed/ Bakasyon

pendrille — Fri, 30 Apr 2010 19:51:47 +0000

Well not a typical title for my blogs as you can see but these three (Filipino) words here have in common.

Approximately last year ago when I was not currently enrolled in AMA East Rizal, my fellow MASS COM schoolmates have taken the Introduction to Film subject. And after some painstaking ambitious work for the apparently amateur film, they made it shown in Robinson’s Metro East Cinema for other fellow AMAers to watch (and poke fun off to some). In my case, as a critic I have to do what I must do and discover the secret why have I maintained my yelling voice till PCC at a constant phase (also thanks to a certain remorseless asshole that adds up to the tone). The three titles on this blog represents the three different short films done by the AMA ER MASSCOM students, individually with estimated thirty minutes of playtime.

By the way, Kwaresma translates as Lent, Pintig as Throb (as in hearthrob) and Bakasyonas vacation. Without any further ado, I shall now proceed with the synopsis and the criticisms.

Kwaresma

It is a story about a guy who lost his job during the holy week or the Lenten season. And now he was looking for one. Once he got home, he found his wife unconscious and was hospitalize. And now to pay for the usually expensive hospital fee (it as a common case if you live in the Philippines), he was invited by a friend of him to try his job, and that job was very obvious from the beginning where he boasts that all his properties came from it: to be a call boy. For the sake of his wife and his mentally disordered son, he gambles his luck on such filthy job. Scenes were shown when he dances only in his undergarment and after that a homosexual customer tries him up and talks about the death of “god” (it was a tradition that during Lenten season, god is dead and witchcrafts and infernal activities were more potent at the time being) and the main character started to cry his worries out. Thankfully no “Brokeback Mountain” scene happens, the homo who have actually have a good heart decided to give him how much he needed for the operation of his wife and he quit the dirty job soon after. His wife didn’t make it, and the movie ends where he stands in front of a church.

Criticisms:

I see where the story leads to. Well I give credit the cinematography pulled of on this one. The setting were chosen carefully that it made appeared that it was somewhere else, but actually it was obvious to where it was. The acting were average with some heights to be honest but how the mentally disordered son role was portrayed was just right. It may be difficult but it was pulled off nicely. But it will take some time to convince me. I gave it three out of five.

Pintig

It was set in Valentine’s Day. The man character decided to confess to a girl, who was also his bestfriend. Along the way, a typical tambay (bystander) in mohawk ask him for a tagay (a shot of liquor) and called him “bakla (homo)” for refusing. He bought a flower and met with her just to discover that she has a boyfriend and she introduced her boyfriend to him. Heartbroken, he drop his flower and left. There were lovers everywhere he goes. He arrives at a restaurant to chill himself out and seduced by the GRO. He left right away, with the GRO calling him “bakla” again. He went to a park and a boy who sells flowers asks him to buy his flowers. Humorous conversation ensues with the boy telling his side of his story that his dad broke up with his mom on a Valentine’s day. The main character told the boy that he talks like an old man as a form of flattery and treats him with ice cream. Meanwhile the main character’s bestfriend finds out that her boyfriend has also a date with another girl, which was actually his actuall girlfriend and claims they are on a date. Slight catfight follows and the main character’s bestfriend was found out that she has a heart ailment that a burst of emotion could lead to her death. She calls the main character and the main character rushes to her, only being harassed by the earlier mohawk tambay asking for a tagay once more. He declined again that made the tambay so angry that he pulled out a knife and stabs the main character killing him just for that sole reason of declining. The story ends wherein the main character, now dead being visited by his bestfriend with a bouquet of flowers on his tomb.

Criticisms:

Strong sense of irony was implied when lovers on the background was shown in every scene right after his frustration from his best friend. So much implication of the guys who refuses drinks and seduction as homosexuals like any virtuous guy will fall victim to such bad stereotyping. Same ordeal as the former, with the volume of tone, the acting and the like. But of all the three, this is the film I detested the most. I give it one out of five. Frankly I don’t like the fucked-up depressing story in itself, that I also want to stab whoever wrote it for it made me pissed off the following days.

Bakasyon

The scene started wherein a man was shown raping a woman. The protagonist, a girl, went on a vacation to the house of his bestfriend (also a girl). Also, another guy, who works as a houseboy was also introduced and has psychic abilities and was superstitious. He gave a warning and her bestfriend tells her to ignore his mumblings. Then as she proceed to relax and read something within her quarters she felt a chill and a ghost peeping in her room appears staring at her. It was the chill she made her presence known. Meanwhile outside the house as a guy friend leaves the place, the houseboy warns the protagonist’s bestfriend about a certain hunch. And now while they were all having a dinner, the father implies that she, the protagonist and her bestfriend, his daughter were like siblings. As the protagonists hits her bed, she has a dream of the earlier rape scene at the beginning of the film. And the rape victim says something about death and retribution to a child and the dream leads to her bestfriend’s father. After the dream, her bestfriend’s father as killed and the rest were also killed but not the bestfriend of the protagonist. It was revealed after tying the protagonist’s bestfriend in a corner that she, the protagonist killed everyone in the house and were sent by her mother who died. Her mother (a former maid) was raped by her bestfriend’s father and as a ghost, she seeks revenge and strategically made her daugther befriend the protagonist’s bestfriend to get closer to her family and exact her revenge. The protagonist was posses her her mother and when she got back to her senses before her mother tries to consume her mind again, she tries to free her bestfriend and instead of killing her, she kills herself instead to stop her the ghost of her mother from possesing her again and killing her bestfriend. And now at the ending there were two ghost haunting the house: The raped mother (maid) and her.

Criticisms:

The acting was pulled of very nice. There is no problem with the setting for everything was taking place in a single household. Nice horror movie effects for the ghastly transition (especially the mirror trick and blending with the shadows). The blood effects was messy of course but then the father was stabbed, there were no blood effects. Actually the best of the three short films, I gave it four out of five. The ending was a comic relief, where in the ghost of the protagonist and her mom were now staying for haunting.

Afterword:

Unfortunately for me, I cannot exact my revenge for making a “retribution film” to answer to their craft since Introduction to Filming subject only appears once in a blue moon, plus I have taken all the necessary major electives (it was one of them). I general, since this was an amateur film, I can let off the acting and apparently the potential of my fellow MASS COM comrades were blooming on this one, especially some of my classmates and most of them were graduating, leaving me behind. On the other hand when the film was actually shown, we were called to be on the cinema by around 6 PM, and it take us an hour before we can enter the cinema. At first there were some of technical errors occurring. There was no audio coming out that they have to restart the first parts of the first short that the crew or the MASS COM team need to apologize for the occurrence right after the first film. Then when everything was fixed, I noticed those who attend reacts with just a simple “tang ina mo tsong (you son of a bitch)” which was the most overrated swearing in the history of Philippines that could turn every mothers into killing machines, but we use to hear this everyday like a staple. In general, all of the three films has good cinematography, obvious places that where shot appeared foreign which was good, amateur acting but there is potential and the last but not the least were the volume of their speech in the movie. I can barely hear their dialogue at times. Overall, it was a nice effort. But as one of the taste testers/judge on Iron Chef, like him I might also say “It could have been better”.

Pardon me if I would be blatant but next time if god forbids, I will enroll that subject and show you how the right way to make a good film. You know how good I am anyway. Haha!

~ Makiel Sapalico > Carlo J. Caparas

So That Is How The Way It Was.

pendrille — Thu, 15 Apr 2010 15:53:07 +0000

Hayz, minsan di ko na naiintindihan kung bakit ganito bakit ganyan. Right now, di naman ako galit or something. I was completely pacified pero di pa rin ako matahimik. Ganito kasi. Kung ayaw sayo ng babae in the first place, dapat sinasabi na lang niya agad sayo yung dahilan kesa mag alibi pa siya ng kesyo gusto ko muna ayusin buhay niya, family matters and shits or whatever. Men are a way tougher than women. Kaya namin tanggapin kahit na napakastupid ng reasons mo kung bakit ayaw mo sa amin, kahit pa na sabihin mo na pangit ako, di kita type, di kita gusto, laki ng ilong at labi mo, ang egoy egoy mo, yada-yada. Masakit pero we can accept and be bitter about it for a bit. At least una pala lang wala na kaming ieexpect. Pero ano to? After all this times, malalamanlaman ko na HUWAW, may boylet ka na pala. Like WTF! Napatatanong na lang ako sa sarili ko na “ano bang meron siya na wala sa akin?” Mas magaling bang magdrawing? Mas talentado, mas gwapo? Diyos ba yan? Pinamumukha mo naman sa akin lahat insecurities ko eh. Pero ok lang, kayang kaya ko to. Wag niyo na lang akong sisihin kung magkaroon ako ng mindset na “ganyan naman kayong mga babae, ang hihilig sa gwapo, mukhang Koreano, mayaman etc.” which is I’m tryng to get rid of it. Di niyo lang alam, I am the best in my own. Di ko na kailangan ipagmalaki, kahit na sabihin ko na lamang lang sila sa looks, may mga bagay naman na nageexcel ako.(At kadalasan sa mga gwapo at mayaman masama ugali). Kahit na sabihin nila na “no men are created equal”, may balance pa rin, kaso di maiwasan talaga na imba yung iba. Di naman ako naiinis pero sana man lang naging honest ka sa akin in the first place. Di ko rin naman pwedeng sabihin na pinaasa mo ako kasi I get to move on with my own life somehow. And finally got the guts to say na, “I don’t need you anymore.” It may sound like a complete asshole and a total jerk at the same time pero, that is just the way it was. Sa ibang tao ko pa nalaman na “Kapag ganun, indiret basted ka tol!” Pasensya na kung ganito ako ngayon. Eto panget pa rin, nagfefeeling magaling kahit na puros insecurities, pero wala ka naman magagawa kasi wall ko to eh. Try to accept this things. And no, I’m not asking for apologies. I’m done with that. Just be honest next time OK?

Ang Paglalakbay ni Licandro Miguel Sulpicio Pangalawang Labas: Ang Bayang Walang Diyos

pendrille — Wed, 14 Apr 2010 03:58:54 +0000

To be honest I have no idea that I will make a continuation of my first attempt in satire humor way back before years ago. My Filipino (Retorika) teacher tells us to submit a short story. Since I have been dried out of ideas, I decided to submit “Ang Paglalakbay ni Licandro Miguel Sulpicio Unang Labas” and she was amaze of how modern my style was, even if it was composed of inside jokes, internet memes and other stuffs a normal person would not easily get. And as the second quiz, she obliged us to make a continuation of the first. And the following was the second installment of the cowboy’s journey. A little bit different from the first, lacks internet meme and focused on the things a typical Flipfag would understand without the hassles of inside jokes. All I can say is that it was somewhat improved.

For starters, the first installment can be found here:

Without any further ado, here is the second installment written in Flip language.

Ang Paglalakbay ni Licandro Miguel Sulpicio Ikalawang Labas

Ang Bayang Walang Diyos

Umiihip ang malamig na hangin mula sa matatambok na kweba ng hangng amihan. Malalim na ang gabi nang makarating ang bida nating sila Licandro Miguel Sulpicio na pinangalan pagkatapos ng lumubog na barkong humayo habang binabagyo, ang nagsasalitang pusa na si Johanne na may pulang ribbon pa sa leeg na walang ibang alam na sabihin kundi “Nyao nyao nyao nyao nyao” at an gang malaking mama na si Policarpio na nagsisilbing translator ng pusang si Johanne. Lahat nakasakay sa kabayo. Tanging ang nagsisilbing liwanag sa kanilang daanan ay ang mga bituin sa langin na tila nangaasar sa kanila dahil sa bubulinggit na liwanag na binibigay nila na nagtatatalon pa at ang ngumingisi at nabubuang na buwan na parang sinasabi na “Buti nga sa inyo! Wala na ang haring araw! Pagpasensyahan niyo na lang at ako ang makakasama ninyo ngayong gabi! Hahaha!” Angh malupit pa nito, new moon pala. Parang pelikula lang ng bampirang si Edward Cullen. (Wui! May kinikilig na fan girl ni Robert Pattingson dyan! Ahihihihi!) At sa di kalayuan may natanaw silang isang bayan na may pipitsuging liwanag. Isa lang ang ibigsabihin noon: Kahit paano, may tao sa bayan na iyon! Ganoon kasi sa mga bayan sa gitna ng desyerto. Maswerte na kung may ilaw ilaw kahit sa bonfire o sa kandila nanggaling. Kung wala eh tiyak na deserted na ang bayan dun dahil malamang kulang sa supply ng tubig. Eh ano pa ang kinalamaan nun dito eh si Licandro Miguel naman ang bida sa kwentong ito.

Habang papalapit sa bayan, may nakita silang isang matandang may malaking birthmark sa mukha, balbasarado ang mukha at inuuban na dahil sa katandaan. May hawak siyang tungkod kasi obvious naman sa mga matatanda ang may rayuma. Itinaas niya ang kanyang mga kamay at nagsisigaw habang papalapit sa ating tatlong kabalyero. Para siyang unit sa Age of Empires na nagsisigaw ng “Walololoooo!! Aioyoooo!”

“Kayong tatlo! Kayo nga!”

Pinahinto ni Licandro Miguel ang kanyang kabayong walang pangalan at tila nablanko ang mukha sa kanyang natanto. Sabay tigil din ang dalawa niyang kasamahan.

“Eh ano naman kung tatlo kami?”

Ang layo ng kanyang sagot. Singlayo ng distansya ng planetang Jupiter at Mars. Sumagot ang matanda sa ating bidang nagtatangatangahan.

“Kayong tatlo ang magliligtas sa bayan ng San Barabas!”

Nablanko ulit si Licandro Miguel. Natahimik, natulala. Sabay nagflashback sa kanyang nakaraang kabataan…

Musmos pa lang si Licandro Miguel ng pinapasyal siya ng kanyang magulang sa isang sikat na lungsod na puro Victorian ang pananamit. May mga payaso tumutugtog ng byolin at accordion at talamak na mga batang binibini na akala mo nagcocosplay ng gothic lolita o kung anong visual kei fashion. At nung isang saglit, may nakita siyang isang balbasaradong mama, inuuban ang mga buhok na tumutubo mula sa ilong at sa baba at nagsisisigaw sa gitna ng kalye na puno ng mga dilag at mga mamang nakasuot ng formal. Sumisigaw ito ng:

“Katapusan na ng mundo!”

Nacurious ang batang Licandro Miguel at nagtanong sa kanyang ina, nakasukbit ang kamay sa palda na konting hila na lang ay mahuhubuan na niya ito.

“Mama, mama, pwede po ba magtanong?”

Sumagot ang ina niya habang hinihila pabalik ang kanyang Victorian dress.

“Ano iyon, anak?”

“Ano po ba ang matandang iyon na nagsisigaw doon?”

Patuloy din ang paghila ni Licandro Miguel sa palda ng ina niya.

“Wag mo pansinin yun anak, isa lang yung baliw… Ay! Suso ko lumuwa!”

At dun na natapos ang maikling flashback ni Licandro Miguel na isinulat lamang sa loob ng trenta minutos. Whew.

Tinitigan muli ni Licandro Miquel ang matanda sa harapan niya at sinabi:

“Pasensya na lolo, pero di ako nakikipagusap sa baliw.”

At biglang sumagot ang matanda.

“Sinong baliw ang sinasabi mo iho!”

“Kayo! Ang weird ng pinagsasabi ninyo eh. Tagapaglitas my ass!”

“Kung ayaw mong maniwala sa orakulo di huwag! Tignan mo na lang ang liwanag ng bituin sa likuran ninyong tatlo! Kayo ang tinalagang tagapaglgtas ng bayan ng San Barabas!”

Tumingin nga ang pusang si Johannes a likuran niya at nanlaki ang kanyang bilugang mata.

“Nyao nyao nyao!”

“Anong sinasabi mo Johanne?” Ika ni Licandro Miguel pagbaling niya sa likuran niya.

“Ang sabi niya, tignan mo ang bituin na iyon! Tila sumusunod sa ating tatlo, at ang liwanag niya.” Sagot ni Policarpio.

“Ano ba tayo? Three wise men? Di ah!”

“Nyao!”

“Ang sabi niya, wala rin tayong dalang regalo!”

At binaling muli ni Licandro Miguel ang kanyang atensyon sa matanda.

“Hoy tanda! Anong pangalan mo?”

At sumagot ang matanda. “Ako ang misyonaryong si Gabriel! Isa akong sugo!”

“Sugo? Di ba palabas ito ni Richard Gutierrez dati? At pangalan din ito ng isang brand ng mani?”

“Maaring tama ka bata. Pero sana makita mo ang tadhana na inilaan sa iyo. Humayo kayo sa bayan ng San Barabas, straight ahead!”

At biglang naglakad papalayo ang matanda patungon sa isang kweba na kahugis ng isang maselang bahagi ng katawan ng babae. Buti nga di nanlimos ng tinapay at tubig. Wala sila Licandro Miguel noon, ano? At nagpatuloy sa paglalakbay an gating tatlong bida hanggang makarating nga sila sa bayan. Ang bayan ng San Barabas.

Hindi naman ganoong madilim ang bayan ng San Barabas. Lahat ng bahay ay may kanya kanyang tigiisang kandila. Ang kanya kanyang bahay ay may tigpipitong bata. Halos lahat ng magasawa ay kundi malaki ang tiyan, malnourished. May nagiinom sa kanto habang may katable na random pokpok. Mga batang hubo naglalaro at naghahabulan sa dilim. Pero para kay Licandro Miguel di lang ito simpleng larong bata. Dahil pagdating ng mga naghahabulang bata sa damuhan, puros kaluskos na ang naririnig niya at rumarat na “koya wag po” at “emf emf emf”. Huwaw! Panalo! Walang inosente sa bayan na ito! Kahit bata nagsesex! Naisip ni Licandro Miguel na para lang silang nagswimming sa dagat ng basura! At nasilayan ni Licandro Miguel sa gitna ng bayad, isang matayog na simbahan na gawa sa ginto at hindi de kandila ang liwanag nito kundi de kuryente! May neon lights pa! Napabulong si Licandro Miguel sa sarili niya at sabi: Parang may mali sa bayang ito.

Para kay Licandro Miguel, ang simbahan ay dapat na siyang nagsisilbing gabay sa sangkatauhan. Ngunit taliwas ito sa bayan ng San Barabas. At mula sa kalayuan, may dilaw na Chevrolet na nagpark sa tapat ng simbahan. With matching Kill Bill themesong pa! Akala mo gangster ang bababa sa kotse at nagulat ang tatlo nating bida na ang bumaba sa kotse ay isang kalbong pari. At puno ng bling bling at mga singsing! Huwaw! Sino ka? Snoop Dogg? Is that you?

May naisip an gating bida. Kinausap niya ang pusang si Johanne.

“Johanne may ipagagawa ako sa iyo.”

“Nyao nyao nyao nyao?” Obvious na kung ano ibig sabihin nito.

“Sundan mo yung pari na yun. Yung may bling bling.”

“Nyao nyao nyao nyao nyao nyao nyao nyao nyao nyao nyao nyao nyao!” Sabay takbo papalayo sa ating bida.

“Ang sabi niya, masusunod!” Sagot ni Policarpio.

Obvious naman, bakit kelangan pang sabihin? Isip isip ni Licandro Miguel sa sagot ni Policarpio. Nevermind. Basta ang alam niya, may child porn na nangyayari sa paligid niya na kakalat na naman sa internet.

Meanwhile habang nagaala James Bond si Johanne sa pagsunod sa paring pasaway, huminto siya nang may makaharap siyang isang lakaking nakasuot ng itim na amerikana coat. Malaki ang tiyan. At narinig niya ang pinaguusapan nilang dalawa habang nagtatago sa ilalim ng palda ng estatwa ni Virgin Mary. Wag na lang tanungin kung anong makikita niya kung tumingala siya.

“Pardner, nagawa mo na ang pinapagawa ko?” Ika ng taong nakaitim.

“Oo.” Sagot ng pari.

“Mapapakinabangan natin ang mga salaping nakukuha natin sa bayang ito. Makakapagpatayo ka uli ng isa pang malaking mansion at ako naman isang rest house sa bayan ng San Hestas.”

“Tama. Sadya kong ginagawang mangmang ang mga tao sa bayang ito. Hinahayaan natin silang dumami ng dumami para mapwersa silang magtrabaho para sa buwis na pinakikinabangan natin. Sapat na di nila alam ang reproductive health bill at sex education.”

“Di lang yan, pardner. Kapag kelangan nila ng konting pera, o kahit na konting barya, bibigyan natin sila dahil kakakirampot pa lang ng salapi, mabubuhay na sila. Pero malaki ang balik nila sa atin!”

“At di lang yun, paparating na ang eleksyon. Konting plastikan lang sa kanila, makukuha natin ang mga boto nila!”

Di na natiis ng pusang si Johanne at umalis na siya ng tahimik mula sa loob ng simbahan. Sabay binalita ito ni Johanne sa ating mga bida.

“Nyao nyao nyao nyao nyao nyao!”

“Ang sabi niya….”

Masyadong mahaba ang sinabi ni Policarpio sapagkat copy-paste na lang ito ang naksulat sa taas.

“Ganun ba?” Sabi ni Licandro Miquel. “Puwes kung ganun? Sigurin na natin silang lahat!”

“Nyao nyao nyao nyao”

“Seryoso ka ba?”

“Oo! Kailangan matapos ang kasamaan nila!”

“Nyao nyao nyao nyao nyao!”

“Bakit, may mga bala ka pa ba?”

“Meron! Sapat ito para sa kanilang lahat!”

At biglang sinugod ni Licandro Miguel ang simbahan. Pagpasok niya, bigla na lang siya napalibutan ng mga eskwater na pumupormang gangsta na may suot pang jejeje hat, ang sombrerong puros linya ng shocking colors na pinapatong lang sa ulo, ang ilan sa kanila. Lahat sila, nasa ilalim ng pamamalakad ng paring pasaway! Akala mo sila yung mga nagrarap sa TV.

“At sino ka naming pangahas ka?” Sabi ng pari.

“Ako ang papatay sayo!” Sigaw ni Licandro Miguel!

At bigla nang nagpaulan ng bala ang mga feeling gangsta sa ating mga bida. Pero dahil si Licandro Miguel ang bida sa kwentong ito, naiiwasan niya ang mga bala ng mga gangsta na parang sa pelikulang Matrix at lahat sila, isang bala lang ni Licandro Miguel dahil sabi ni direk! Si Johanne naman ay nagtila ninja ng Konoha sa kanyang bilis at pinagkakalmot ang mata ng mga poserong gangsta. Ginamit naman ni Policarpio ang kanyang malaking katawan para basagin ang mga pagmumukha at skeleton frame ng mga kaaway nila. Hanggang sa ang pari na lang at ang mamang nakaitim ang natira.

“Tapos ka na ngayon, paring pasaway!” Sigaw ni Licandro Miguel.

Tapos biglang may sumabog na Granada sa pwesto mismo ng pari. Sa sobrang lakas ng impact ay tumilapon siya papalabas ng bubong patungo sa mga bituin, parang anime lang. Sabay kislap. Ang mamang nakaitim naman ay nagtanong bago tumakas.

“Sino ka ba!”

“Bakit ko naman sayo sasabihin pangalan ko? Natandaan ko ang mukha mo, di ka makakatakas sa akin!”

“Magbabayad ka maging sino ka man!”

Pagkatapos ng mga cheesy na lines na matatagpuan sa tradisyonal na pelikulang Pilipino, nagpakita ang isang bigilanteng tila pang-Rambo ang porma.

“Salamat kaibigan. Ako pala si Simoun AKA Dr. Jones.”

“Eh?” Sagot ni Licandro Miguel sa estranghero na may sala sa grandang sumabog.

“Nyao nyao nyao nyao?”

“Ang sabi niya, kung doctor ka, bakit ganyan ang porma mo?”

“Kailangan ko na kasi silang gerahin eh. Palagi nilang pinagpipilitan na kasalanan sa diyos ang reproductive health bill. Eh makakatulong ito sa bayang ito. Lalo na puros kahirapan na ang makikita mo dito.”

“Sa tingin nila, hindi kasalanan sa diyos ang pagnanakaw sa kaban ng bayan?”

“May mga tao talagang ganun. Dapat sa kanila ineextrerminate na parang mga daga at ipis.”

At isang pamilyar na imahe ang pagpakita sa may pintuan ng simbahan. Ang matandang si Gabriel!

“Salamat at nailigtas ninyo ang bayan na ito!” Sabi ng matanda.

“Bakit nandito yan?” Tanong ni Licandro Miguel.

Sumagot si Simoun. “Siya ang Sheriff ng bayan na ito. Simula nung sinakop kami ng mga kaparian, tinanggalan siya ng kapangyarihang mamuno at inexile sa di kalayuan.”

“Ang kulit niya in fairness ha?” Sagot ni Licandro Miguel. “Masyado siyang matalinghaga para maging isang sheriff.

“Oo, yan talaga ang topak niya.” Sagot ni Simoun. At nagtawanan silang lahat.

Muli na naman na bumuka ang hita ni Liwayway at sinisagan ang mga bumbunan an gating mga bida. Umaga na pala, at nagpaalam na ang ating tatlong bida sa dating sheriff, kay Simoun at ang mga eskwater ng bayan ng San Barabas. Ang bayang walang kinilalang diyos. At sabay sabay silang kumanta ng isang jingle na nakakairita na tinakpan na lang ni Licandro Miguel ang kanikanilang mga tainga habang nakaride papaalis sa kanyang kabayong walang pangalan.

“Hindi bawal mangarap, ang mahirap, ito ay maabot sa malinis na paraan!” (Langya ka Villar! Hanggang dito ba naman nangangampanya ka!)

Sabay wave at babay ang mga batang dugyot na nagsisipagkantahan, yung isang batang babae memorable, yung yung dinali ng uhuging batang lalaki kagabi eh.

Ang maganda pa nito, wala silang nakuhang gantimpala sa pagpapaalis sa kurakot na mamang nakaitim at literal na pagpaptalsik sa paring pasaway. Ngunit tuloy ang paglalakbay ng ating tatlong bida papalayo sa sumisikat na araw na nagsasabing “Loko yung buwan kagabi ah! Di bale, ako ngayon ang kasama ninyo! Di kayo tatagal sa init ko, ahahaha!”

Lahat ng celestial bodies talaga, lakas mangasar.

Humayo kayo! Licandro Miguel Sulpicio! Baybayin ang malawak na desyerto at iligtas ang mga naapi!

Itutuloy pa ba?

Vampires and Twin Pigtails

pendrille — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 16:05:53 +0000

Right after the trendy “Sebastian” butlers, guess what these girls have in common (aside from two being “queens”).

Rima Touya (Vampire Knight)

Mina Tepes (Dance in the Vampire Bund)

Rachel Alucard (BlazBlue)

I hope that the mistress of the Sanzenin Estate will be later revealed as a nosferatu too.

Never Fall In Love With The Wind

pendrille — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 12:05:02 +0000

I am a warm air
That you always breathe
Sustaining you with life

I am a violent gale
That destroys and ruin
Taking away life

As you know it

I travel from one place to another
But I tell you this we cannot be together
I could carry you up if you were weightless
But I am just able to pass through your dress

Even if I’m just a torrent
It doesn’t mean I don’t miss you
Yet there is a role I play
Which is I am under
Even if you cannot see me
It doesn’t mean you can’t feel me
I could carry our memories
But never fall in love with the wind

I am a drifter
Who rides across the world
But my destination is unclear

But I am not like the water
Being hindered by the land
Not as free as I am

As you know it

I travel from one place to another
But I tell you this we cannot be together
I could feel and touch you like how you miss it
But all I can do is steal from you a kiss

I am a warm summer breeze
Or a cold winter storm
It’s ironic, there is no way you could fall
I am temperamental
So unpredictable
But if you’ll accept me for what I am
Your good night sleep is possible

Never fall in love with the wind