Me, again

  Before I retire tonight, I feel I should write something about the last movie I saw in the movie theater as a kind of appreciation and celebration for the year that is now ending. This has been a rather hectic and revelatory year  (blog wise) for me and let's just close it with a happy note with the hopes of more positivity in the coming year. Yesterday, after my early morning gym visit plus a side-trip to Burger King on the way home as a rare breakfast treat, I noticed there was an absence of the usual  traffic particularly perennial in the streets of Manila so I rushed back to the mall to perhaps watch (another) foreign movie but I was faced with the ongoing Metro Manila Film Festival's fare of Filipino movies  presented this time of the year  while deciding and planning on what to watch from my connected home computer. Since it was the only one with a preview clip from my clickthecity movie tab website which I equated with a proper promotion or send off, I decided to wa

  Try and keep the puzzle together. #gouache

  Claim it! ...because faggot/local/envious/loser Kristo-Ramos  will steal it from you if you're not careful. And while you're at it... it will be entirely up to you to make  The New Year Happy too! _________😇_😇_😇_________ There just has to be justice somewhere, somehow  and as long as you choose to be in it...

Greetings from Goku of  Planet Vegeta! #watercolor I've been feelin' freaky deaky so I made: Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, something physics, something cats, something midnight, something shades. Something something! Once again say,"parmigiano reggiano!" #acrylic #procreate

  ...and so I made you a not-so-simple but quickly done (from yesterday to early morning today) watercolor artwork because all the Christmas Cards I write will eventually, hopefully lead me to a White Christmas (doesn't matter when exactly) I've been dreaming of since for - evermore!     Also, you're the reason for the Season! Cheers mate! 👩‍🎤🤶 👩🏻‍🌾  👩‍🏭👩‍🍳💂🏻‍♀️👳🏻👲🏻👮🏻‍♂️🧑🏻‍🦰👩🏼‍🦳🎅🏻🧝🏻‍♂️🧝🏻🦹🏻🦸🏼‍♀️🧟‍♂️🧚🏻🫃🏼🤦🏼‍♀️🧖🏼‍♂️👯‍♀️🕺🏻👯‍♂️🤳🏻👨🏻‍🦯👩‍❤️‍👨👨‍👩‍👧‍👦👨‍👨‍👧👩‍👦👨‍👧👻👺👹👿☠️😻🤢🤮🤧🤒🥶🤬🥵😡😰😓😱😨🤯😍🥰😀😃😇😎🤓🥳🤩🥸 #watercolor

4 am status :  Preparing breakfast for me and Macoy on the Roof where he has been sleeping for a week now (upright on a couch).  I don’t think he will ever come down again because of his deep despise for his Auntie/Doktora who is situated just above his bedroom and is disturbingly noisy, according to him. Idiot Ramos/ Ignoramos and cohorts  Status   :  Ready to Pounce at me with their barrage of filthy vehicular noises.   I can never be accused of being paranoid by my doctor-sister who probably thinks I am paranoid. (She loves profiling and labeling people. It is simply her job to assess and diagnose people with incurable diseases.)  Because everything for me is real!    She thinks every person on the planet is autistic or at least when she finds somebody annoying and "impossible" to deal with like my brother Rocky sometimes, she would secretly classify them as such! I personally think Rocky is in the Autism Spectrum Disorder anyway so why not just tell it straight to his f

  What's wrong with this picture? First of all, it's supposed to be a painting of a movie mash-up of Planet of the Apes (1968 version) and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (2005), two of the movies I deemed necessary or even apropos (to render acrylic on canvas) to avert from what I feel is my present-day existence or existential crisis given the daily grind of having to deal with people I don't like at home and the entire neighborhood especially nearby Iglesia ni Cristo buildings x4, heck, maybe even anywhere I go in this city, town,  country! They're both Sci-fi films by the way. Technically, I used the picture of the leader of the Planet of the talking and intelligent Apes Zaius, a somber backdrop of submerged New York City and what is left of the Statue of Liberty and took a dolphin glass figurine from daddy's library (the coolest one I can find) to remind me of the “hooking” intro spill of THHGG where dolphins do some somersaults while actually saying S

  I watched Napoleon last Thursday (Bonifacio Day) in an IMAX theater practically all by myself. I was probably viewing it with less than 6 people tops. I wasn’t intending to see this movie when I drove to the nearby theater (unplanned) although I still bought myself a ticket when I got there because well, it’s about a controversial historical figure and this was the better option to watching the Miyazaki Heron Animé that wasn't being shown, the movie I was all set to watch. Anyway, despite the very violent love-making, gory beheadings and graphic war scenes, I sort of liked it. Again, I’m not one to give a review since I slept through many of its parts (the theater was very cold and I had to buy a blanket from the popcorn concessionaire just to be able to stand the cold as I was only dressed in a delicate Spiderman house t-shirt and shorts.) In fact, when I had to go home when the movie was finished, I wondered what happened in (ill-fated) Waterloo since I completely missed it

  My #Artworkdujour featuring cantors Kuh Ledesma, Sting and Jung Kook And if you're ready, and if you'll let me... I want to see it, in motion, in 3D. Why not, right?

Just as I don't expect change or even progress to happen (overnight) especially if you aren't mentally open for it 100%; I don't expect my detractors led by this idiot of a former teacher to change its stupid ways (overnight) especially because it is its only preoccupation (to be stupid overall).   Some people are resistant to change and progress even if it means they will eventually be left behind, to put it kindly. Japanese Manga by Tsugumi Ohba and illustrated by Takeshi Obata. To the uninitiated, this means nothing.  "IgnoRamos" is bliss personified.

...Pero hindi marunong magsumbong! It is so intelligent, it rejects Authority. Scared perhaps? Of a proper resolution?  With all her supposed “responsible” problem-solving roles in life : from being tutor and mother to only son EJ,  to being only guardian to elderly, single, sickly-looking father Bert, to being supporter to secondary income-earner Erlu in the family,  (all living  in the kitchen) and being provider to ALL in many iterations including me, Alexis and Macoy and her family entire who all come for a visit time and again; try to resolve me now. ...Because how do you solve a problem like M E ? Try being more open to a dialogue with me.  Try solving the thing you fear the most. At least. Then maybe we can go on with a semblance of a normal household. Otherwise, I will keep living a clandestine life of being host not only to you proximal parasites, but to a whole slew of surrounding ones you have no idea how far-reaching their impact is, in both their importance and my interac

  Happy Birthday to Daddy on the 24th, November.  This box of Zatarain Rice from New Orleans will always remind me of my time in Naga from Lola's "Molino" or rice mill in Jacob St, a home away from home.  The unusual surname Zatarain was Lola Naga's maiden name so I was doubly delighted when I chanced upon this box in our house here, a gift from Rocky   some years back which I originally thought resulted from one of his trips to Spain where this unlikely coincidence would be more logical or even genealogical . *Inserted pic was from our trip in Niagara in the Winter of 1992/93 which I took of him, where I almost slipped and tripped into the Falls without anybody noticing because of general agitation/restlessness  but this is really not aboot me... This pithy time at least, it's about family! My watercolor art tribute to what is supposed to be his 102th birthday  meticulously displayed at home as an oversized refrigerator magnet!

1) For the entire Bherly Family to Die…instead of Me. 2) For All my Immediate/Nuclear Family to Disappear from my Life. 3) Na itong Hayup na Ito na ang Pulso nakadikit sa Puso ng mga Pulubi, Squatter at Durugista na kanyang prinoproktektahan, Mamatay ngayong gabi! No English speaking yan. Hindi makaintindi! Proud Titser yan ng mga hunghang, Very proud. Natutuwa lang yan kapag napapansin ninyo. Ito na yon, Pansinin mo. Dinggin mo pa. Katawa-tawa ka lang.  Yan ang Muslim na natatawa lang dulot ng nerbiyos at mapanumpa sa kapwa dahil buong buhay inapí! Wala siyang tunay na kaligayahan. Takot lang ang kanyang motibasyon sa buhay kaya’t mahilig manakot… Mag-ingat kayo dito sa baklang ito. Kung maaari, abutan na lang ng abuloy, huwag nang lapitan. Hingi ng Hingi…bigyan ng kung anong pwedeng i-abot. Parang hayup yan na nanlalaway sa pagkain. Mismo siya ang nagsabi. Kung ang gusto mo mangyari, buwagin ako para lang maka-isa ka naman kahit isang beses lang, subukan mo ngayong gabi. Nanonood ang

My friend recently posted this message on her social media and this couldn't be more timely in our current situation. I commented the following: Imelda. Marcos. The Poster Lady for Corruption all over the World, also our best well-known Celebrity! Isn’t it moronic? Next in line: All her children and their families entire, and now The Dutertes . All secret Drug Lords, Addicts, especially current president  Bong Bong Marcos!

As I was browsing photos in my iPad's Photo Library and looking at the pictures of our family’s yearly get-togethers where we would all sit side by side with grins that don’t mean anything more than having a good family photo op (after the obligatory hearty meal of fatty food),  I silently wish that I won’t be physically present this year. This is because I finally found my smile, and I don’t think they’d be happy with that.

Magaling mangatwiran ang katulong namin na si Bherly. Yun ang puno’t dulo ng kanyang katalinuhan. Pilosopo. Binibigyan ako ng sakit ng ulo at sakit. Paano ako hihingi ng tulong dyan? Sana mawala na yan sa pamamahay ng Diyos! Ang kaya lang niyang sagapin sa akin ay masamang balita at sa simulang simula pa lang, ayon sa kanyang kaibigan/kamag-anak na si Primrose na kung lait-laitin niya ang kabobohan nito ay kala mo nga isang tunay niyang kaaway. Tinatalikuran ang aking kabutihan….sa kanyang anak (Erl John, 13), sa kanyang pamangkin (Bimba and Princess), sa kanyang tatay (Mang Bert), sa kanyang asawa (Erlu/ WallyBayola look-alike), mismo sa kaniya, sa aking araw-araw na pakikitungo. Masyadong magaling para maging kasambahay. Ubod ng talino pero malakas ang "negativity bias".   No. 1 nga anak   niyang natanggap ngayon sa Phil. Science HS. Ginagamit lang ang kapatid kong Doktora bilang bukang-bibig na tunay niyang AMO. Hindi ko naman siya kinokontra kahit may "secret aganda&

Listen up, those with no ears! This is the endgame. I keep dictating what has to be done because the enemy has no more recourse but to throw everything that I say back to me in a bad way. It has come to its terminality. It filters out the rectitude in me and choose to give me shit, useless I-don’t-know-whats. If this is its way of keeping me alert and on guard, the actual effect is it’s really fraying my nerves. Maybe this is what it wants…just so it can grab my attention to its otherwise useless state of being and so this is what I give him or it (not sure if this is even a human being with redeemable parts). Well, these are my dictations/instructions for the needy, for the unloved, for the relentlessly vengeful soul. I have known from you from day one and I have given you every chance at love and I am shameless. You have shirked at every opportunity. You have been fearful of me from the very start. You have always always shunned me, especially in my hour of need. What makes you thi

Halloween is largely celebrated in mostly advanced cities in the world I noticed. They have the guts or the appetite to do so. They have money to dress up for fun and party to commemorate the sacredness of death and of the people who have died; the saints. They would know why and how to celebrate the end of Harvest season.  I for one, although my brother dresses up as the Batman as much as this holiday allows (not entirely knowing what it’s for) don’t really care for it. I haven't personally celebrated it yet. I’m not a partygoer and I don’t know what it’s entirely for, myself. All I know is I don’t like people wearing scary stuff. Horror has never been my fave genre in film, as in life. So my question every Halloween is aren’t you sick of it yet? Watching the news, watching people celebrate it dressed up as clowns, Freddie Krueger, a fairy, Barbie. It’s not costume envy as much as holiday disgust. It’s just not my kind of thing. This year though, the winds have changed as I have b

Choose your battles wisely. Today I choose to wear black in solidarity with the people who remember this day as a day in Philippine History Infamy when Martial Law was declared as Presidential Proclamation No. 1081. I don’t need to elaborate our collective consciousness any further because if you’re still breathing, then you know. NO to the Marcoses who wrecked this country, robbed it of hope and continue to rob it and wreck it mindlessly! Just like genius, idiocy has no limits. At least genius would know how to maintain good composure. So I say vive la différence! Between them and me, let's see who has more mileage. People of the Philippines, if you don’t know where you stand, know the difference between right and wrong or light from dark and choose to be in the dark rather than embrace the light in front of all of us, then anything goes for you. If at this point in time and it’s been 51 years of trickle-down hell, you don’t even care to think about what’s good for you, then no

Whenever I feel afraid, I hold my head erect  And whistle a happy tune so no one will suspect I'm afraid.  While shivering in my shoes, I try to tell each toe  To whistle a happy tune and no one ever knows I'm afraid.  The result of this deception is very strange to tell,  For when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well.  I whistle a happy tune, and every single time,  The happiness in the tune convinces me that I'm not afraid.  Make believe you're brave, that's the trick to take you far,  You may be as brave as you make believe you are You may be as brave as you make believe you are. The result of this deception is very strange to tell,  For when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well.  I whistle a happy tune, and every single time,  The happiness in the tune convinces me that I'm not afraid.  Make believe you're brave, that's the trick to take you far,  You may as brave as you make believe you are You may be as brav