2:26pm. Age 50. Half of the world mourns.

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I am not a fan of his later years. His bankrupted, alleged child-molesting, ultra-paranoid version is a massive bust. He seems to be asking for his fame back… but then he secludes himself so people would see him as a nutjob.

However, I am a huge fan of his iconic persona. I guess I don’t know an internet user who did not more or less see a friend or a family member go to a costume party posing as “The Jacko”. MTV started its rise and performers saw the need of an effective video to become worldwide superstars through Thriller. From Thriller to Dangerous, created an era where Michael Jackson could do no wrong. Thriller was a hit! Bad was a hit! Billie Jean, Smooth Criminal, Man in the Middle, Rock With You, Ben, Scream, Black and White, Gone Too Soon, Heal the World, Do You Remember, and Jam are among his legendary tracks that have made the top spot of the billboard charts (Writer’s Note: While the Thriller album proved his legendary status, the Dangerous album was his best work).

Bar none, he could have been the best entertainer the world has ever seen.

As it stands Madonna is the last icon standing with Elvis Presley, Frank Sinatra, the Beatles (at least half of the band) and the King of Pop gone. Like Jackson, Madonna was a colorful entertainer that reached icon status starting in the 80’s. However, unlike Jackson, Madonna constantly revolutionizes herself to catch the eye of the youth… which is what Jacko would have done had not for the scandal.

The scandal basically destroyed his fame and future. Paparazzi choppers and the dreadful sight of a photographer’s lens is Jacko most devious foe. In his final years the world saw him as a child molester… a fag… a scary black guy that’s white… a dad of a set of test tube babies…


I think he should have died before the scandal broke. Sorry for the morbid statement, but I mean well. If he did, then his legacy should have been more than legendary. Not like this. I bet someone would disrespect his legacy and wisecrack for some “low blow” insult to be funny. I bet after a week, we’ll have a bunch of MJ jokes on how he is doing in the celestial place he will settle in. You don’t know what you have ‘til it’s gone! Francis Magalona died as a nationalistic icon. He would forever be revered as the guy that truly loves anything that is Pinoy. While he did use drugs a few years back… it was part of his rebel persona. Elvis and Sinatra died partly due to their vices. Elvis was an alcoholic while Sinatra had the same vice but he outlived Elvis and most of the Rat Pack.

Jackson’s death came also on the day when original Charlie’s Angels Farrah Fawcett succumbed to cancer. The blond bombshell’s case was rather emotional more than anything. Fighting the Big C, she looks to lose the battle. As a final act, she accepted longtime love and fellow actor Ryan O’Neal’s marriage proposal. She died before she could say “yes”. Their deaths happened almost a month after Kung Fu lead star David Carradine’s demise. Whether this was foul play or a sex act that gone wrong, his contributions to entertainment will forever be in the hearts of his fans.

Michael Jackson is poetry in motion. His stage presence was honed during his stint with the Jackson 5 and which translated to his one-of-a-kind charisma. The “leaning” dance move, the crotch hold, and the moonwalk are amongst his flashy moves. Most of the boybands pattern their moves on MJ while there are a ton of singers in the planet that were influenced by the King of Pop. Justin Timberlake is perhaps his heir apparent but he has yet to make an album that would boost his star magnitude a la MJ. His fashion and trademark moves are often copied but could never capture the hearts of the public.

With his demise, I wish the public would see more of the singer that touched a lot of souls in the world and not the dark side we hoped to never have learned.

RIP, King of Pop.

You too, Charlie’s Angel and Kung Fu: The Legend Continues guy.

Seven games.

Seven games are all we need to annex the inter-department basketball championship.

Do I play? Yes, damn it, I’m the freaking MVP! Enemies fear my presence! Whenever I have the ball, they’ll automatically foul! My favorite shot is called “The Sydrification Process” where I get the ball in the midcourt… quickly dribble in a straight line… eluding all defenders… and then jack up a two-handed layup... in the three-point area.


(insert canned laughter)

OF-F**KING-COURSE-NOT! Do I move anything like a Michael Jordan? I’ll be happy to even do the moves of a random Division 4 baller (the guys in University of Luzon would laugh at this)! I, divulging into anything athletic is downright laughable! Although I’m not like someone I know that got injured by merely NOT doing anything, I have come to terms that I and motion will never properly co-exist!

While I love sports, I only watch sports! Like I said, I can write anything that I preview that isn’t tennis or some wimpy game! I merely blog basketball games because that’s the only contribution in endearing the sport. This obese, cigar-puffing man can either play ball on a PC or a PSP…

Which is why I am befuddled that my officemates asked me to be their coach.

Actually, I am their interim coach (I will be relegated immediately to the deputy spot when our boss steps in to do the duties). The only plays I know of are the default settings of the NBA Live plays. People laugh when the players call me coach because I am a chickenshit athlete. Try looking at my blogs and search the articles where I tried to run…

Ever seen a blob move?

Anyway, the premiere reason why I was named in the coaching staff is because I blog about basketball. You see, I am book smart. I can identify any player that played during the 1986 PBA season to this day. The first player I remember when I was young was Abet Guidaben and I hated the Ginebra bad boys era and root for either the Beermen or the Hotdogs.

But the smarts end there. Growing up, I was thin and asthmatic. Any quick pace would result to me confined in my bed. When my asthma was gone I started getting fat. I was slow… and fat.

To cut the long intro, last year I coached the team for one game. I had a scorebook in one hand and a pencil on the other. The team lost… badly. The team then was comprised of seven guards, four slashers, and a 40-year-old center. Our team is mostly comprised of writers, artists, and print producers. Our bread and butter involved Isko, our resident Mark Caguioa, to just get the ball and score at will. During defense we only have three players defending because the rest of them are either too tired or too slow. Thanks to Isko and Vlad’s helluva drinking spree in which they forgot to wake up to play, our record stood at 0-4.

However, this year was different. Two players quit the team while the other two shrugged the chance to stay close with their pregnant wives. Isko was tasked in scouting while Athan and Edwin offered suggestions on the players they wanted. This year, we could acquire players that were not in our department. What we needed were a few bigs, and able quarterback, and a hustle guy… which we luckily got.

I coached the first three games and played nice guy as my players tried their best to not punch the referees.

Here’s the thing: I am a fan of height. While we were still loaded in the guard spot, we now have able big guys that could post up and could create mismatches in the middle. I am not a fan of three-pointers, although I mark loud whenever we make one. I would rather want a three-point play than a three-point basket. Also I rely on the fact that all players playing are amateurs, which basically means I would rather risk outside shots so that our defense could concentrate in rebounding. I employ either a zone or a box one defense (four guys playing zone while the other is playing man-to-man on their star player). While our inside play is ferocious, it is our defense that scores the steal/rebound, then long pass, to finish with a fast break.

I always that the most important quarters for me are the second and third quarters because in this 20-minute interval (amateur time), the leading players would dictate the tempo coming to the fourth. Since the tourney requires the team to play its players for a minimum of two minutes, I use the first quarter to pace my best five (just like Yeng Guiao, I do not have a permanent starting five) so that they’ll wreak havoc when the other team is either resting their best five or when their top guys have drained a bit of their energy. I have seven top guys and I give playing time according to who’s hot and who’s not.

We always play on Saturdays. I am guessing the opponents either drank a whole lot of beer or stuffed a whole lot of meat to further strengthen their humongous bellies… just like my players.

As of June 25, we are 3-0. The highest winning margin we had was at 16 points.

Our lowest? Well it happened in our third game where I tried to mix the lineup and inserted some of the best players in the team to the starting lineup. We owned the foes in the first quarter and as I was bringing in the bench in the second, ended up by 14 points at halftime. In the third quarter, lead ballooned as much as 20. And then overconfidence kicked in where we laughed and kid on the bench, in the fourth quarter the lead started to dwindle.

In the last two minutes, our lead melted to one! The laughter turned to anger and you know the saying that “players win games and coaches lose it”? DAMN IT I WAS FEELING IT!

Luckily, we exemplified grace under pressure and we finished the game with a six point margin.

Now you might ask? Why do we need seven games? There are twenty teams divided into four groups. For example… we are Group C. We need to win at least three games in order to advance. Now only two of the five teams in the bracket will advance. The top of Group C will face the second placer in the Group D. The winner will face one of the four teams that advanced to the semifinals where the winners will face the other in a winner-take-all event.

After a winless last year, we have dibs on a semifinal seat. We want that. We hope that. And when it is all said and done, we hope to book the title.

Check that… WE WANT THE TITLE!

(by the way, yes magulo ang camera work kasi si Cindy kumukuha!)

Game ON!

A seldom write film reviews.

And I am not a fan of the Transformers.

I am not a fan of this cartoon, regardless of how 3-D or how lengthy their stories are. Hell, my friends laughed at me because all this time I was calling the lead autobot Octopus Prime! So making me the authority for this film is downright tragic. I would rather make a mean-spirited remark about some random friend than do a review regarding monstrous metals.

Luckily Evilbrain, gave his insights.

The Sydman: I saw the status message… why?

Evilbrain’s status message reads “Damn you, Michael Bay”.

Evilbrain: Wala ka namang interest sa sci-fi so no effect ito sayo.

Actually I’m not really that giddy with regards to films that generate recall via pimping their latest technological props that unfortunately lacks the proper writing.

Evilbrain: Go watch My Little Pony or something.

What’s wrong with My Little Pony?

The Sydman: Sci-fi = date movie. I have come to terms on this especially when I discovered my inner “Trekkie”.

Yes, I go to the movies every week (if Cindy’s shift is 7am to 4pm) and rant at these movies when I found it dumb. However, it was revealed to me that I like Star Trek. I guess this pretty much explains my disdain for The Matrix, Harry Potter, and ugh… Final Fantasy. You see these films premiered during the height of the Star Wars mania. When I was in elementary, my Friday nights were spent with Data, Commander Worf, and that kid from Stand by Me doing slave work for Jean-Luc Picard and Commander Riker.

And whoever was that woman in that ship… pretty hot!

The Sydman: Pero that doesn't mean that I'll watch Terminator. I think ang pinanood namin noon ay Pelham 123. That's crap.

Evilbrain: Well Transformers will definitely suck for you if you’re a fanboy… but to the uninitiated, ok lang. Megan Fox looks hot though.

The Sydman: okay bakit siya crap?

Evilbrain: Basta only Transformers fanboys would understand. Maraming elements na sorta binaboy ni Michael Bay.

The Sydman: I could understand that... as long as I have Wikipedia.

Evilbrain: Eto na lang mukhang mahina ang Deceptecons laban sa humans. Parang after a huge battle and casualties, humans can actually beat the Deceptecons without the Autobots help!

The Sydman: Robot sila diba? Dapat malakas sila!

Evilbrain: Yun nga eh. Kontrabida pa naman sila… dapat malaks sila! E tinatamaan ng bala eh!

The Sydman: Bala is like their body part. Metal to metal is normal.

Evilbrain: That is not the point. Sheesh. Ang highlight ng point ko ay yung giant robot nila na si Devastator was beaten by a human weapon!

The Sydman: Di ko pa napapanood pero I'm all good if you spoil me!

Ayun pala, sigh away from this blog if you don’t want to see spoilers!

Evilbrain: Kumbaga para lang tayong mga langaw compared sa Deceptecons dapat!

The Sydman: Baka na-inspire sila sa assembly line?

Evilbrain: Yun siguro ang tradeoff for the US military to cooperate in making the film… dapat magmukhang malakas ang US army!

The Sydman: Pfft. So this means equally crappy na ang part 3 nito? You see why I hate sci-fi?!? More reasons to make Cindy watch Ice Age 3 than Transformers!!!

Evilbrain: At every second na wala ng robots sa screen at humans naguusap is the perfect time to go to the CR. Parang may sitcom na hindi nakaktawa na nilagay ni Michael Bay para mag ka filler lang sa kwento! Ok lang sana kung entertaining e! Sobrang annoying ng mga characters! Para silang uminom ng tatlong case ng Red Bull!

The Sydman: Even Megan Fox?

Evilbrain: No, Megan is hot.

The Sydman: So Transformers is still cool?

Evilbrain: To some extent, yes. Di ka mabibitin sa mga sumasabog na action scenes at slomo habang naghahalikan o habang umiiwas sa bala.

The Sydman: Anywho, sige, I'll watch this pero I am more leaning for GI Joe.

Yes! Marlon Wayans in an action movie! YEAH!!!

And then Brain gave me more reasons to check out Transformers.

Evilbrain: There. Happy?

The Sydman: What the fuck is that guy doing there???

Evilbrain: That’s supposed to be her dad in the movie.

The Sydman: It’s like optical illusion!

Ever played that game where someone bends over and then you face the sun and with the help of a lengthy instrument, your shadows are doing something that is not wholesome…

Evilbrain: Just crop it out of the way.

The Sydman: No! Daddies don't do that!

Evilbrain: Zoom in. It’s much nicer that way.

The Sydman: Walang kwenta! Madilim!

Evilbrain: Mamaya ka na pumunta sa CR, naghahanap ka na yata ng tissue!

The Sydman: Dude be right back. Endorse lang ako ng script.

Evilbrain: Sure… have fun in the CR.


Watch the film so you can see their failed attempts of making something awesome.


This is what creative people do when they are not busy. Check this out.

Our officemate… thinks he’s Elektra.

Yes, he thinks he is the Marvel character that was once played by Jennifer Garner in the big screen.

But we beg to differ.


Aren’t you happy you opened this link?

I have been dehydrated these last few days.


a) Bad Shit due to overalcohol?
b) Bad Shit due to eating bad food?
c) Bad Shit due to eating actual shit?

Read on.

Hours after the awesome party I attended, me and my dad went to Batangas to make sundo my mother. My mother went to Batangas recently alongside my balikbayan uncle (set to return in July) and my balikbayan aunt (who has since returned to the US) where they went to see their land in Mindoro… and then they went to Boracay before going back to Batangas.

I treated my dad to a breakfast at Jollibee (South Super Hiway branch).

And his order?

“Yung pinakamahal.”


We arrived in Sulpoc (a barrio in Tanauan, Batangas) around 10am where I was greeted by my balikbayan uncle, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews. The extended family was in full throttle. There I saw Mark, my tag team partner when, years back, we used to go out and visit the Calamba nightlife without any adult supervision or permission. He is now training and is at the final stages of being a cop. After mingling with my aunts, Mark asked me to join him in accomplishing chores. After we picked up a huge bilao of bibingka, Mark asked me if I had money to buy a case of beer. Yes, in Batangas, it was rare for people to drink San Mig Light. Alfonso, Emperador, and Fundador alongside the typical gin bulag were amongst the favorites of the locale but I don’t like drinking hard so this was pleasing for me.

But yes, believe it or not I was still wasted from the June 13 Drinking Spree so I had to hide afterwards.

Coincidentally, there was another party going on as the cousin’s house adjacent to our ancestral home had girls singing wastedly. Don’t bother thinking if they are hot because I did not see them. All I know is that Mark reported that they were drinking a mix of Red Horse, Ginebra, and Coke. I don’t know what this is called but I hope it sounds something that is “tolerable”.

And yeah, they rented a videoke machine (this is perceived as a great source of income for people living in barrios).

Anyway, while sleeping, I heard a very annoying shriek. It came from the videoke machine. Who F’N knew, that Spoliarium had shrieking verses??? Damn who ever was singing because it forced me to wake up and meet Mark, my older cousin Kuya Oyet, and a bunch of distant cousins for a drinking spree!

This happened while it was a little over 12 in the afternoon.

Ey si-yah, ke kasaya na naman di-neh!

I remember the years before the detection of my bad liver when I would sit in the drinking bench and act out wasted for me to get out of that place. My cousins applaud me because I drink Emperador without a hint of chaser, which is more often than not… is faucet water. The truth is I just can’t stand the taste of hard drinks that filling me up of more liquid could make me barf. Anyway, the beer that I bought was poured in a pitcher were Mark would tagay to us.

Damn right, you read it here.

Yes… ang beer ay pwedeng itagay.


If you look at the videos, you’ll see the overabundance of spirit while the beer is poured. I don’t know if you can notice it but the bag of ice we used here still has plastic. When the ice melts and become tubig with color, Mark would just throw it in some random direction. Plus any unfortunate guy merely walking in some direction that crossed our paths will be taken and held hostage until he drinks some of our beverage.

Did I mention that they open beer bottles via their teeth?

And when we urinate we had to choose if we would face the kubo where the non-urinators had the unfortunate vision of a silhouette of someone peeing… or, face away from the kubo where we could see the highway and the cars that are driving in it?

The tagay was fast and furious and we were smoking like hell.

Then my mother walked in.

I was lucky to have my head not emitting smoke when she came and my cousin threw my yosi in a different, downward direction. When she entered the “Kubo”, she saw me carrying the camera. Actually it was my cousin’s ploy to expose my smoking. She borrowed the camera and she took a picture of me. Luckily the picture was crappy and never exposed anything but she had bad timing. Her other plan was swell, as she led my godkids to my mom’s lap and dragged her to our direction. She asked me if I could take pictures of her and her grandkids.

I said yes… obviously.

I felt glee at the first glance of rain because that made my non-drinking and goody-two-shoes relatives move away from the “kubo”.

And then we heard nothing.

Remember the girls that sung awfully? Well… they left. I went to relieve myself in an actual CR, and when I got back, the girls left. Luckily they didn’t leave crying because I think my cousins saw them and drunken men waving at rural girls riding a tricycle could never be pretty. Anyway, we went to the house where the videoke was in and we sang. The problem is, we ran out of beer. The guy living in the house happily pointed to a couple of gin bulags underneath the drinking table. Call me maarte but I went to Mark and told him that I have an unwritten rule with regards to drinking multiple types of alcohol.

So went and buy another case of beer.

And yes, it was a little over 2 o’clock in the afternoon.

Kuya Julius, Kuya Oyet’s older brother who was going in and out of the drinking table for the lone sake of singing, went over to us at around 4:30 to fetch me because my parents wanted to go to Los Banos. Here’s the thing: every time we go back to Manila from visiting my Batangas folks, we head to Los Banos to swim in the hot springs. The springs we go to had red rocks underneath it and Stabilo Boss-sized fish reside and it would eat the dry skin in your body. It never happened though, because I was snoring at the back of our car.

I wasn’t really drunk though. Here is the clip of me saying bye-bye to my aunts, cousins and their kids:

We arrived at our house nearly three hours later. The trip was fast because aside from the missed hot springs trip, we skipped the usual gas station stopover. We came home at around nine and the first thing I did was lie on the sofa. Hell I even saw the dismay attempt of Purefoods to advance in the 2009 PBA Fiesta Cup Semifinal series! I was hungry came 10pm and I made beef ramen.

Then I called an uwak fifteen minutes later.

Now, what the hell is an uwak?

You go to the CR. You face the toilet bowl. And then you cry…


My stomach has been bummed out ever since.

You had been Sydrified.

Game over.
I went to Cindy’s house last Saturday… hours before we went to the Forbidden name’s birthday party…

And a day before I went to Batangas.

Here’s their dog sleeping. Whenever I’m at their house, she roughs me up by scaring me (such as touching me and trying to put her fur on my clothes).

This is my only chance to exploit Lia’s (I doubt the spelling) subconsciousness.

And who said I don’t like animals…

Life’s currently easy in the office. No impossible clients are breathing on my back… and yet there’s work to be done. I recently made new things at the blogsite.

I almost froze in disbelief when I altered my template and erased all the cool HTML things that I inserted. I also tried Adsense. I hope it would bring wonders to my site. I am aligning my Paypal as we speak.

Anyway, my online life is pretty much the same… until this problem surfaced.

(By the way, mukha ba siyang condom?)


I don’t think my color scheme’s bad.


However it could induce seizure attacks on the reader.

The Sydman: Color scheme yan ng Letran. ARRIBA!

Evilbrain: Still hurts my retinas!

The Sydman: Tamad na sa green eh. Besides, your retina will adapt. Just like if you open word, click tools, options, general, then click the blue background white text arrow and press ok.

Minutes later.

Evilbrain: I hate you.

The Sydman: What? It solves the light bouncing onto your screen!

It also gives me the idea that I am Doogie Howser… minus his current sexual preferences.

Did David Carradine really died like that? Because it was more of an MacGyver moment rather that a Kung Fu one…

Anyway, often I listen to other peoples problems.

Jorge: Kausapin mo nga si Moj! Pikon yata sa amin eh.

The Sydman: Ano ginawa niyo? Gay stuff?

Jorge: Ano pa!

The Sydman: Gaano ba kagrabe sinabi mo? Moj isn't like Mark in terms of acceptance?

Jorge: Oh hell no.

It all started when some normal quiz was answered by this fellow.

Moj took the What ethnicity are you, REALLY? quiz and got the result: You are actually WHITE..
You are actually WHITE:
It actually opened some malicious minds to insinuate.

Jorge: Tsk. Nakakahiya ka! Wala kang pagmamahal sa sarili mong lahi... TEKA. MERON PALA! Kapwa lalaki nga lang…

Moj: That's funny Jor... NOT!

Mark Villasin: Pati kulay mo pinagdududahan mo?

Jorge: Siya ay kulay pink.. kulay ng mga “horsicorn”…

I believe that’s a person that looks like a horse… pero naka-cutex sila at pink ang tassels sa katawan.

Moj: Kung di ka ba naman bano't kalahati eh! Ay, mali pala! Kung di ba naman KAYO bano't kalahati eh!

Mark Villasin: Periwinkle ang tunay na kulay ni Moj kasi alangan na blue… at alangan na purple.

Moj’s Facebook Friend 1: Ang taray ng kulay… periwinkle.

I don’t know him. So I guess I’ll spare his decency in my blog.

Moj: Ngayon alam ko na kung bakit ang daming alam ni Mark about gay stuff... because he IS!

Mark Villasin: It takes one to know one.

Writer’s Note: AWESOME BURN!

Moj’s Facebook Friend 1: Di ka parin ba aamin Moj?

Moj: Aamin na. Aamin na nga eh. Guys... isa akong lalake, at mas lalake pa ako sa inyong tatlo! Mag-fuse man kayong tatlo, di niyo maa-abot lebel ng pagkalalake ko! MGA BULBOL!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!

Moj’s Facebook Friend 1: Ganun na lang ba katindi ang determinasyon mong patunayan ang tunay mong kasarian? *sigh*

Moj: Di… yun lang ang katotohanan! Oink, oink!

Writer’s Note: What the hell is an “oink, oink”?

Mark Villasin: Lalaking kulay periwinkle… dapat may sigaw para ma-convince mo kami. LALAKI AKO!!!

Jorge: Ang lakas ng denial instincts talaga… Sige Moj, itago mo lang hangga't kaya mo pa!

Moj: Shut up Jor! You're not even half a man, that I am… considering your size… wala pa rin! Kulang na kulang, blob meister!

Moj’s Facebook Friend 1: Periwinkle horsicorn!

Jorge: Guys, sabay tayo… "it's ok Moj! it's ok!"

Part of that Facebook thread will return at the end of the article.

By the way, I never thought the color periwinkle could be seriously insulting.

The Sydman: Hmmm... saw it. Ang haba. Very insulting. Yet extremely sensible.

Jorge: Facebook is the new snapshots! Totoo! Hindi na YM!

The Sydman: Uhhh... pwede.

Jorge: Oo dude mas masaya! Kasi di kelangan online at the same time!

The Sydman: Pero via topic lang ang asaran.

Jorge: True. Meron pa din niche ang YM.

The Sydman: Although it still ends up with the usual shtick about the other's manhood...

Jorge: De, si Moj lang yun.

The Sydman: Umm... I beg to disagree.

Which I why in the interest of “taking the other side of the story”… I got the privilege to get Moj to stand up and fight for his manhood. I am sorry guys but in this part of the story I will be credible and unbiased. For those who want to not read this, YOU CAN CLICK TO YOUR FAVORITE PORNSITE BECAUSE IF YOU KNOW ME I BELIEVE THAT FAIR REPORTING IS THE ONLY REAL FREEDOM THAT PRESS COULD OBTAIN!

The Sydman: Wazup?

Moj: Hmm... the sky?

The Sydman: Funny.

Moj: Thanks!

The Sydman: Ano tong nababalitaan ko na tampururot ka raw kay Jorge? He's not funny when he's sad!

Actually acrying Jorge could be hilarious…

Moj: You're so last year pare.

The Sydman: So, pinatawad mo na siya? For telling you that you're not a man?

Moj: Dumalaw ka naman kasi sa Facebook para malaman mo.

The Sydman: Yeah. Dumalaw ako. Actually kina-copy paste ko na yung statements doon as we speak. I'm just getting your take because of my “equal approach” policy.

Moj: Good!

The Sydman: So, anong masasabi mo sa mga pasabog ni Jorge?

Moj: It stinks. So interview pala to eh noh?

The Sydman: No, it’s not. Kung may magic mirror ba akong nakatapat sa mukha mo, iisipin mo bang interview ito?

Moj: Hmm... oo nga noh… di nga to interview...

The Sydman: So about sa sexual preferences mo... at one point inisip mo bang type mo si Gerald Anderson?

Moj: Sino man yun... nope.

The Sydman: Eh sino ang mga crushes mo sa Philippine Cinema? Naisip mo bang maging commander ng isang platoon tulad ni Rustom Padilla sa Mistah?

I rate Mistah as one the best war movies of Philippine Cinema! Dammit, why ruin it!?!

Moj: Nope. Crushes... hmm... si Maxene Magalona.

The Sydman: Hmmm... pero yung dating sikat na character actor na si Mike George... di mo ba nai-isip bago matulog?


The Sydman: O... why so defensive?

Moj: Defensive? Or am I being offensive?

The Sydman: Ang nakita ko lang dito ay di mo type si Gerald Anderson at Mike George pero type mo si Onemig Bondoc? why being defensive?

In case you didn’t remember what you read moments ago… this was the repeat.

Moj: nope
Moj: crushes...hmm...
Moj: si onemig bondoc

I had to cut the conversation because it was more or less a series of words that accomplishes NOTHING! But containing here are the last lines typed…

The Sydman: Tumitingin ka ba sa salamin at sinasabi mong ikaw si Katrina Haligi??? pero ang kasama mo sa kwarto ay si NOEL!?!

The Katrina Haligi utter was no typo. I overheard a conversation of a couple of prop boys in the company smoking area about the time they went to a strip joint and that was the name of the star dancer. They said she looked good… but they think she drank 8 bottles of Gold Eagle Beer before coming to the stage everyday because of the enormous gut she was wielding.

Moj: Ayaw.

The Sydman: Ang ayaw ba na yan ay after one hour nagiging oo?

Moj: Nope.

The Sydman: Pano pag naghubad sa harapan mo si Jorge? Anong gagawin mo?

For some reason, the subject has stopped answering the questions. It is wrong for me to judge but it seems that he experienced a tingly sensation in his crotch area.

But what is being “manly” anyway? I earlier had the chance to talk to a person with an esteem interest to become the alphamale of all alphamales.

The Sydman: Macho… labandero?

Ditty: Uhuh


Ditty: Sa sobrang macho sa isang piga… tuyo na t-shirt!

The Sydman: Pawis lang ba yan na binilad sa araw? HYGIENE FAIL!

What that gave our investigation is a great understanding of nothing. That is why I invited a couple of internationally-acclaimed experts to speak to further broaden the topic.

The Sydman: Debate lang namin: Paano nagiging bading ang isang tao?

Pototoy: Nagiging bading ang tao ONCE NA SUMUBO NA NG TITE!!!

Yes, by expert opinion… I meant Pototoy (this picture will never grow old!).

Here’s another international opinion.

The Sydman: Debate lang namin ni Mark: Pano nagiging bading ang isang tao?

Phlebas: Di ba dapat specialty nyo yan?

He doesn’t know what he’s saying.

The Sydman: Minsan ka na nga lang kausapin, mangaasar ka pa... BAD PEBBLES! BAD!

Phlebas: Seryoso naman yun ah! Eh di ba kayo malakas ang GAYDAR…


And then he gave me this.

Phlebas: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gay

Crappy research person…

Anyway, this is the end of the Facebook message thread:

Moj: Di nyo ba napapansin... parati niyo ako pinagtutulungan... kasi insecure kayo sa A-K-I-N! Ganyan talaga ang buhay guys! Better luck next time... LOSERS! HAHA!

Moj’s Facebook Friend 1: Tingnan mo, laswa na naman ng iniisip mo. Pinagtutulungan? Di kami ganon. Concern lang kami sayo kasi kami lang nakakaintindi sa true identity mo. Karamay mo kami sa laban mo tol!

Jorge: Moj… we're not judging you naman pare (este, mare) eh. Ok lang. You can be your periwinkle self…

Moj: Kayo lang kalaban ko, UGOK! Oink! Oink!

Moj’s Facebook Friend 1: Bat ba tinuturing mong kalaban ang mga nagmamahal sayo (bilang kaibigan lang ha)?

Jorge: Oo kelangan me disclaimer… bilaing kaibigan… not bilang kaIBIGan… don't get your hopes up… IT'S OK MOJ! Ok tama na.

Moj’s Facebook Friend 1: Closing remarks : we love you pare! ♥

Mark Villasin: Its because you show a lot of self doubt. That’s why were helping you figure out your true self.

We’ll end this investigation with the words of Pototoy.

The Sydman: So ano masasabi mo kunwari kay Moj? Advice kumbaga…

Pototoy: Kung gusto nya maging bading?

The Sydman: Well... pwedeng ano... pano maging hindi mapunta sa ganung sitwasyon.

Pototoy: Ahhh!!!

Two words: kapit bayan.

Pototoy: Ang advice ko eh kumain lng ng puke!


Pototoy: Sa una nakakatakot, iniisip mo kasi na dream mo magkaroon nyan. Hinde mo lubos na maisip na kakainin mo yung isang bagay na pinakamimithi mo! Pero once you pop…


Pototoy: …you can't stop!

Get Sydrified!

Game Over!

Pototoy: Tanginang tanong yan! Kala ko seryoso!

The Sydman: Maraming salamat, animal ka! Sige nagparami ka na mga Fil-Indons diyan!

I am keeping an importance to site tidyness so unless I figure out why the blue hell is my homepage littered, the article will continue to be shelved.

Game Over.
My boss would either be happy to have exposure on my blog or I could receive a tower of job orders at my desk.

I am guessing it’s not the former.

(From the Lago de Oro trip, a couple of San Mig Light and a couple of Bacardi shots later, this happened)
Due to rains, I got stuck in my house.

Damn rain wreaked havoc in some parts of my house, but the boredom it created prompted me was enough for me to clean my room. From 10am to 3am, I cleaned my room – from the spider’s web in the ceiling to the dusty stuffs shelved in dusty shoeboxes I need to throw out.

Luckily there were no dead things that came about of my spring cleaning.

As I grazed through my things, I found several objects that brought me in a place called “past”. Some of these things have been ridden by dust or smells like dust. I never thought cleaning to be time-constraining.

I remember my parents’ scrapbook where they compiled everything I made when I was extremely young. At aged 2, I allegedly could write. I am a TV freak since year one and it shows with me spelling out every commercial I latched my eyes on.

Pepsodent is one of the words I usually spell in my formative years.

Anyway, the trip to memory lane dated to my high school years. I think this was the time that I first condemned any disposing of things that I like.

I remember I completed the Jolly Band and the Jolly Train sets… I think they are part of a Smokey Mountain bin somewhere…

Anyway from the things I scoured I found out that I write crappy back then. My appreciation for Archie Comics is in its all time high, and I was seriously thin and good-looking back then.

Dammit… I must trim my weight…

Anyway, here are the things that could be prominently seen in my room.

HORNY AND SPIDEY: When I was in Grade 2 at the defunct Our Lady of Grace Montessori formerly seen at Commonwealth Avenue in Quezon City, I bought a couple of 2-peso toys from a crappy Ghostbusters munchie. I believe I bought three, but I guess the other one has gone with the wind. Anyway, despite their ugliness I love these guys because back then, I paint them with markers and give them “awesomeness”. I usually put them on chess games whenever I lose a piece. I also place them in water despite their inability to float. Now they are either situated near my obsolete PC or inside my big replica of a Ferrari F50 I bought from Shell.

WRESTLERS: While most of my generation collected G.I. Joes and Transformers, I collected WWF action figures (now WWE after they were defeated by a panda). The first action figure I bought was Rowdy Roddy Piper and the Honky Tonk Man. This was followed up by getting the Rockers, Bushwhackers, and the Demolition. My last figure bought was the Undertaker. All in all I had a little less than 20 action figures in my list where half of the toys were illegally taken from my friends (one friend surrendered his Big Boss Man and Typhoon while another gave me his Hulk Hogan, Brutus Beefcake, Jake the Snake, Earthquake, Randy Savage, Ultimate Warrior, among others). I even asked my Dad to make a gigantic wooden ring complete with ropes and turnbuckle to make my doll-playing credible. Yes, some of these guys are either destroyed or missing but whatever is left from these toys, I value them greatly. Back then kasi, I never thought banging their heads to the wall, making them fly from a doubledeck, or putting them and making them fight inside an aquarium would make them less than unbreakable. Boy was I wrong…

KODAK MOMENTS: Back then my dad owned a camera. I used it once and it was for the field trip we had when I was in second year high school. Back then, a small decent-looking camera is ultra-grand a la the beepers and the tamagotchis that were the “in” thing then. This field trip was the first time I went to Tagaytay. And I think this was the first time I appreciated Bubble Gang when we watched in the bus (I was huge Tropang Trumpo fan and I seethed when Bitoy and Ogie switched to Bubble… it was the gag when Bitoy spoofed Nora Daza and she was making fruitcake and she got drunk by overtasting the alcoholic ingredient).

COMICS: Like I said, I was a huge Archie fan growing up (I was then high-end because I laugh at their jokes... which is also one of my low points) and the recent report pissed me off that after more than 60 years of two-timing, the redhead fellow chose Veronica over Betty! I was also a huge Marvel fan but I was collecting the cards and merely borrowing the comic books of my classmates to know the characters. Comics played a huge part of me when my high school buddy, Gabby, dared me to tell my high school crush that I have a crush on her. If I didn’t tell Gegay, I owe him an Archie. That motivation was enough to tell her how I felt and I was glad that my torpeness ended on that bet.

MAKING COMICS: I was a bad drawer but I love to storytell. Most of the bosses I encountered told me that I was too wordy when I write. I admit, it is still part of my system today. Back in high school I tried to make a comic book. Actually, when I was Grade 3 in OLGM, I was a founder of a club called The Daily Toilet. This was an organization of third graders who wrote and drew stuffs in a folded olso paper. My first character was Superskunk, a violet pigment of the imagination who talks as if he is important. Anyway, my idea turned out to be something most of the kids in my classroom wanted as girly drawings, terrible drawings, traced drawings, and drawings amounted to nothing spawned in my seat everyday. Unfortunately Daily Toilet halted operations when a turf war surfaced with other organizations that spawned from my direction. Moving on, as my drawings slowly become ridiculous, I tried to embark on making a comic book in high school where we see an Archie environment but they have Ranma comedy and 90210 situations. With this spawned the Browns (aka Our Lives), a tale about teens housed in one roof and then eventually hooking up with each other. Unfortunately the lack of audience made me stop the dream. Actually when I was in college I tried to lure Gabby to draw the things I write. However, the grueling life of a college guy stopped all communications which unfortunately led to a falling out. The last time I saw Gabby was when Gegay and I met at SM North a few years back so she could give me my Sour Cream Pringles and he was with his girlfriend.

I had a little brush with online internet popularity when One Tuff Skool premiered two years ago. It was short-lived but I thought the reviews were awesome.

KING OF THE NIGHT: Before my fourth year in high school, I was a large fat geek playing Magic after the fad of collecting NBA cards died down. Thanks to the Fitness Flyer, managed to shed my unwanted pounds and became aesthetically nice (working would prompt my fats to return). With my intellectual-looking persona, the night of my prom almost gave me a heart attack: I was our section’s bet to become Prom King! Now I am no jock and talking about hotness hasn’t been in my aura that time (college made me awesome... and kind of alcoholic), so putting me in front of many people made me anxious. The reason I was in the Prom was a girl… so this bogus thing could either make or break my courting (the girl would later confide that the reason that I didn’t get her yes was because she thought I was merely courting her for fun). Spoiler alert… I lost! Hurrah! That didn’t stop me though from dancing How Do I Live, On Bended Knee, and It Might Be You in front of the geeks, jocks, and girls.

NICK JOAQUIN: Growing up, I knew little authors and the closest thing I could place in that same arena was Pol Medina Junior. Yes, I was that dumb in the history of literature. Okay I know one more author and that was my college friend Jeff’s grandpa (current IBC-13 senior reporter), historian Gregorio Zaide. I enjoy history and any person I know in the yesteryears whether its Cleopatra or Adolf Hitler, I yearn of reading. Now, the book is a tale on Joaquin’s look on the life of Jose Rizal. It was written nicely in the sense you see that Joaquin was storytelling like he was a drunk guy speaking in English (which is indeed, his way of discovering the words to write in his awesome novels). It was one of the first books that opted me to become a writer in some way (aside from the fact that I idolized Doogie Howser whom I consider as the first internationally-renowned blogger).

CHASING AMY: While hunting for a peg in college (this was during stages of me writing Time Spell… or what it was called back then) I came across this screenplay. First up, I only knew Kevin Smith because I recently watched Dogma back then. I didn’t know that Dogma was one of many Jay and Silent Bob collaborations because the flick wasn’t mainstream enough to land in SM theaters. As I read it… I loved it and saved it in my micro floppy. I super loved it that I printed the pages (it costs a little over 60 pesos) and I binded it in one of the many bookbinding centers across Dapitan. Funny how I just recently saw the film via a Torrent download from a friend and I thought Hooper was played by a sucky actor.

ROTC: Before the heroics of Mark Welson Chua aka Havenguy destroyed ROTC corruption, megalomaniacs and Gwapo-lang-pag-linggo despots walked with their diabolical smile hanging out and their retarded hairstyles during Sundays. In my first year I was with the Hotel Company. This was the company where most of us hide from the officers where our platoon heads are nothing more than beer-drinking soon-to-be-debarred bitches. When my second year started, UST ROTC abolished Hotel Company and merged us to the Model Company. We often stayed out late and in terms of uniform, I borrowed mine from Brain because our Hotel Company uniforms are waste here. Brain alongside the rest of my friends are part of the LES group where they just clean their baranggays (or merely show up to have their names signed). They are lucky bastards.

By the way, I once made an essay about heroes during my college Filipino class and Havenguy’s heroism was my subject. Dammit I almost cried when I read it out loud because I think it was merely a week after he was buried. A week before his death I sat beside him and P.U.K. my phone until I begged him to normalize it.

Until now, his murder is one of the dumbest things those ROTC bastards could ever do. Did they expect the entire system to mutilate their asses with what they did? NGAYON KAHIT LINGGO DI NA KAYO GWAPO, MGA GAGO!

ARTISTANG ARTLETS: When I was in my third year, I joined an acting guild in my college to solidify the fact that I pursued communication arts to become something prominent in the field of entertainment. I had my stage directorial debut where I lost my cool and I became mad hours before the performance (it was a failed ploy to rally up my troops as when I walked out I went to what was then I-Link and played Counterstrike with my friends… and the performance tanked afterwards). There I met someone gleefully called by my friends as “Pumpkin”. That story never materialized to anything as after the end of that sem I pursued “other” things. Here, I got my ego checked because I was accepting orders for older members who were my juniors in that college. After being relegated to “makeup” duty (because one of the older girls had a crush on me), I walked out of the organization altogether.

MICRO-FLOPPY DISKS: Fond memories are enclosed in these irrelevant saving devices. From my short stories, to my thesis research, to my scripts, to my other money-making devices, these things are sacred. I remember doing tedious nights in a PC house when instead of killing cyberfoes using a cybergun, I am stuck thinking of review of related literature, methodology, operational framework, tons of tables and bar graphs, and other things to make my thesis, ad, marketing plan, journalism paper, and film study work. Sure, I sacrificed things to merely get half of the job done (one infamous incident involved me not playing in the inter-college Counterstrike tourney where Geist, Evilbrain, and the man that cannot be named almost disowned me from the group) but when it was said and done, I aced all of my paper works and had a lone 1.0 in my transcript for leading my group in our thesis work.

THESIS: Back when I was in high school I was fond of researching. Like I said, “If I think of something, then I am a writer but when I experience writer’s block… then I am a researcher”. My technical writing topic in high school was all about the Two World Wars. When I was in college, my research paper was all about the Anime boom in the Philippines. I tallied the ten-most popular Japanese cartoons in the Philippines and back in 1999-2000, Voltes V was first, followed by Ghost Fighter, and then came Dragonball Z, Cedie: Ang Munting Prinsipe, and Princess Sarah. Samurai X has yet to be popular and I don’t think that Naruto hasn’t been conceptualized during those days. My thesis to pass college was a collective effort about the representation of homosexuals in the realm of Philippine Cinema. We conducted surveys, interviews, focus group discussions and a buck-load of research. Paolo Villaluna, currently an emerging indie director, gave us permission to use his short film Palugid as a basis for our thesis. Like I said, I aced this part of the curriculum with a mere seven grammatical errors in the first draft of the thesis which eventually ended up as 1.0 (the only reason why our names didn’t have a best thesis award was he got late in submitting the thesis).

I-LINK: This was pretty much my crib from college ‘til my working years where I met a lot of friends and a couple of love interests. While the place has laid defunct, the Counterstriking/DOTA buddies have stayed intact and is continuing in helping each other regarding grown men stuffs like paperwork, professional advices, and the love department. We are still meeting every week in the P. Noval area and even if we don’t we still keep tabs with each other through beer drinking sessions and YM conversations in the workplace. The number seen could either be the number they dish out for PC rentals or the number which the guard hands out during the times where bags are prohibited inside the gaming areas.

CRIMSON: I dreamt of being a screenplay writer but this was admittedly… a crappy piece of trash. This was a receipt signifying that Star Cinema got my script. The story is all about a simple college guy whose girlfriend is an assassin. The girl is a henchman of an evil megalomaniac who lives in a moving island. They are threatening to bomb the world if their demands for world domination is not met! First of all, I don’t know why the fuck I wasted my time and money to make this script. Have you ever seen Star Cinema produce Street Fighter-like movies??? Also, it didn’t help that Viva just produced the flop Silaw which starred the TGIS nucleus. The competition ended and the top prize went to Jologs (the movie casted Diether Ocampo, John Prats, Onemig Bondoc, Patrick Garcia, Baron Geisler, among others). Some of the scripts also became films like Trip (Jericho Rosales, Khristine Hermosa and Marvin Agustin), Nine Mornings (Piolo Pascual and Donita Rose), and Videoke King (Robin Padilla and Pops Fernandez). I made another screenplay the following year which more or less spawned Time Spell but I had no idea what happened with the competition altogether. And making a pseudonym that reeks "S-Man Salazar" is one of the dumbest things I have ever thought of.

CASSETTE TAPES: I am a music geek. I love every genre of music except for novelty, 80’s ballads, and yeah… some emo bands. While I sort of cringe whenever I hear glam rock, I can admire all and get the beauty in their madness. I think when I was in grade school I love boy bands… which transformed into hiphop which is why in college I tried very hard to understand Aerosmith, Led Zep, GNR, Metallica, Queen, and others. When I was young I tripped to the tunes of Menudo but the first album I bought with my money was the Legit Mizfitz. I marched to SM to hurry back to St. James and catch my service just to get the fresh-off-the-box release of the Eraserheads’ Circus, Cutterpillow, and Fruitcake. I loved my Natalie Imbruglia, Alanis Morrisette, Offspring, Savage Garden, The Corrs, All Saints, Matchbox Twenty, and Blur tapes. Hell, I even adore Aqua (Turn Back Time is an awesome track). Catz bought me an Enrique Iglesias tape which looped in my skull in the mid-2000’s. The last tape I bought was the first three albums of Hanson (trash Mmmbop but admit it, they played good vibe in their later albums) and the only reason for this was at that time, they sold 3 for 50 pesos.

DEATH THREAT: Funny... I never thought I owned a Death Threat album but alas, it surfaced while I was cleaning. I never liked this tape except for their one-hit wonder “Gusto Kong Bumaet”. However, I remember a high school classmate asking the death metal guys if Death Threat was metal. You would never understand the beating he took unless you yourself experienced it.

THE TANTRA THING: Bent on seriously slacking, I usually clock at 1pm and then go to UST minutes later. I either show up eventually in the office to clock out or pretty ditch the working idea. One time we were smoking when a hot person came in front of us in a tube top and told us the promo in I-Link where we would play for free and get freebies once we tried out Tantra. Let’s just say, I threw a couple of MIA’s until that promo expired.

MY FIRST LAYOFF: After college, I worked as a copywriter for some government network that gave my parents cash to raise me and my sister. Actually, this was more of an OJT stint more than anything else because alongside former child star-turned art director Nelz Yumul (he won a PMPC Star Award for his work in Chikiting Patrol), we pretty much worked for a hour max then head to a stairway to smoke, or go to SM, or watch TV, or surf the net from 1pm (my usual arrive time) to 6pm (my usual depart time). And yeah, at 5:30, we watch Meteor Garden. At this point, my officemates are hatching thoughts of either going to Figaro for coffee or searching for a low-budget food trip. After almost two years of slacking, the network’s poor revenues caused a lot of layoffs and working as a talent, we were the first ones to go. After receiving a letter, Nelz and I wandered around the metro attending job fairs and after attending the UST job fair, I found what is now to be an ex-girlfriend.

Too bad that was also the start of my cash crash.

MIXED TAPE: Back when I had no YM to ruin people, Snapshots was merely an audio recording and I was the only one who had access on it. The recording usually takes on the-guy-that-can’t-be-named-for-fear-of-libel’s house where a bunch a drunkards bat insults on each other. After drinking sprees, I tried to transcribe it but the lengthy conversations is unbearable.

TALENT ID AND A SCRATCH PAPER: I juggled two jobs in the summer of 2004. I became a field reporter for a sequestered government station where I go on cam despite the fact that I was seriously oily… and I worked as a copywriter in an up and coming TV station owned by one of the top honchos of some food company (the top honcho had an extremely beautiful but seriously notorious wife). Copywriting was my bread and butter while reporting was something in my blood since I was raised by a news writer and a news director. It was freaking hard for me because I wake up at 7am to go as a reporter/ segment producer and I had to hurry, thereby missing meals to jeep to Novaliches to type station-based plugs (the department had two computers then and one of the computers had no mouse so I had to choose between a typewriter and an ugly computer). Often I had to work my plugs in the other station where despite the fact that they had a workstation, all of their PC’s were… crap. Also, as a reporter, I had to endure the availability of the subject being unavailable so I often miss my copywriting job. The PBA was then resurfacing in that channel and in three months I had to choose between the two stations. At the start of that September I ditched the reporting gig to become a full-time copywriter. I still had time to go to my tambayan but I was merely there to see my GF back then. In one day I was going to an average of four municipalities which was extremely tiring.

AD OF THE MONTH: I consider myself as a man’s man of copywriting. I have an distinct edge in terms of writing because I use words not usually used by many. Whenever I do a plug, the first thing I think of is how to make the plug “Sydrified”. When the Ad of the Month in my former work started, I was working on vignettes to boost the ratings of the newly-acquired PBA. Then I developed PBA Astigcology, a take on your favorite superstars you never seen before, with my boss, Sir Perci's go signal. The particular ad of the month starred Wesley Gonzales as he goes to the beauty parlor. The plug placed first on the rankings and with Kuya Erwin’s help (the artist/editor involved in the story) we captured the first AOTM trophy (the trophy is like the WWE belt where if not defended properly, it will change hands after the month).

FHM CALENDAR: Yes, I love reading the mag but I was never into buying the calendar. But hey, Sir Perci (my boss from my PBA station) gave me the calendar and yeah, I used it… used it well actually. Back then the Starstruck alum’s teenybopper image shed was shocking. Now… hmm… can’t pinpoint what she’s been up to. Care to whisper it to my ear?

PINS: Pins are my mementos from where I once was. Too bad, I didn’t get pins from my two first jobs (and its not because they don’t have the budget). The Philippine Idol pin was given to me after I left the station to move to my current work while the UST pin was part of the package they hand out to those that applied for an alumni card. I have gathered a variety of pins from shops, Nelz, and other people.

GYM: Yes, despite looking like a very geeky fatboy I had my share eagerness to shed my extra pounds. It started when Vlad and I were new, and Arena Fitness in Quezon Ave had a promo. We walked from the network to the gym (which pretty much became our warmup). There I endured a bout with stretching… and the treadmill… and eventually the hardships of lifting weights. After two months, we never renewed our membership. The work became harder and with 10pm as their closing time, none of us would want to work out during daytime (we got off from work around 8:30). Also I suffered some sort of masculinity fail in the locker room area. This is pretty much the scene:

Vlad and I were talking… about to go to the sauna.

Then an old guy appears out of nowhere.

OLD GUY: Ikaw ha! Ang dami mo pang aalisin na taba.

While talking he was pinching my side fats.

Awkward silence.

The man, noticing how gay he acted walks away… out of the locker area… without saying a word.

Then Vlad laughed noisily and hard.

The guy hasn’t even left the locker area.

It was that gay.

THE LIGHTING THINGY: This happened during Cindy’s birthday where we spent it at Ocean Park. This was roughly more than a month after Cindy and I reconciled. Fact is, I can’t call her girlfriend yet but I think back then she was thinking of me as someone that could be that guy. After we looked at the pretty creatures, we decided to visit the gift shop. The gift shop was unfortunately crappy and aside from the sucky shirts, this is the only thing worth looking at. By the way: this was supposed to be her gift. Why is this still in my room?

VLAD’S WEDDING: When I was in Channel 5, I usually contact Vlad for information regarding the PBA’s sked… or for a new set of action shots from the superstars. When I moved to my current job, my boss asked me to find an artist and amongst the many number of resumes, he was the successful applicant. Years later, he and his wife Wilma married. The invitation was the first time I saw Cindy dressed without her trademark t-shirt and denim. But the first time I saw her wearing a very, very formal wear was when she became a bridesmaid to one of his officemates. The “sellout” picture was shot in this wedding.

I have more but I’ll try to write it on a later time. Forgive me but this lengthy thread deserves a grammar and spell check somewhere around the next week or so. I have more… so please excuse my wordiness.

You have been Sydrified.

Game Over.