Me, again

December 24, 2025 Merry Christmas Ninang Gilda This Christmas, a special occasion made possible by the closeness of family get togethers, I remember someone who is not really family but a close family friend of my parents particularly my father whom she adored. I called her Ninang Gilda but she is better known to the book-going public as writer Gilda Cordero-Fernando or publisher GCF.  Today, my siblings celebrated a pre-Christmas luncheon without me or Macoy at Ayala Alabang. Whether it is a conscious decision on their part to exclude me and Macoy in their little-grand salo salo, I don’t mind it at all and don’t feel any remorse or self-pity. In fact, me and Macoy decided early on we won’t go even if we were invited which of course we weren’t. Mommy and Daddy are long gone and although both me and Macoy lived with them through their twilight years here in Sanville, to their last breaths as it were; it is just Macoy who I consider family right now. He needs me. I need to help ...

Give Credit where Credit is due. Ayala of BPI. Seldom do I post things about money or about the institutions providing money service to the people. In fact, I don’t care about the bigwigs or fat cats in society. Both my father and mother (humble government employees and both lawyers) taught us to be deeply respectful of being honest especially with using our names. As long as we don’t use our education and position in society to be advantageous of others and treat each other as fairly as we can leaning towards kindness to those in need, we are doing our duty as good citizens of the land and are essentially well off. I thought I was Bank of the Philippine Island’s Preferred Customer, the bank I am currently enrolled in with both an SA and a Credit Card which I pay for in full amount after every month of transactions. Unfortunately, I don’t think they’re giving the service I am deserving of. I contacted a fraudulent online transaction with a Dublin Tiktok listed in my transactions last ...

Kagabi, sa Gabi ng Lagim ni Jessica Soho (KMJS) kung saan nakakita ako ng pugot na ulo sa kalsada kung saan sumasayaw ang isang babae at may isang lalaking naka-jacket na pugot ang ulo ay lumalakad sa likod niya na hindi niya nakita ngunit nakunan ng video at naging viral pa...ay nagpa-alala sa akin ng kondisyon ng Pilipinas kung saan namumuno o naghahari ang kababalaghan laban sa katotohanan. In English, something outlandish, bizarre, unexplainable  or mythological is the fodder for media and what actually sells. We have a robust market for scary stuff. Case in point, the recent success of Shake Rattle and Roll  the movie was a spin-off of this TV News/Documentary Program. Early this morning, at the ungodly hour of 2 am (don't tell me this isn't ungodly because it is, at least for sane regular people like me who give reverence to peace and quiet at the right time) our resident houseboy turned unlikely beneficiary of my sister/doctor was full blast with his celfone alarm which...

Instruction Manual for my Enemies at the Gate: 1) David Celdran (D) [Popular] 2) Jennie Cacal (J) [Payatas] 3) Jess Ramos (F) [Unpopular] Step 1: D go to F Step 2: D Suck Cock of F Step 3: Ask and you shall receive. Ask for Semen Step 4: Use your mouth Objective: Be useful to me, Useless People. Tagalog: Huwag kayoing aabang-abang lang ng biyaya. Gamitin ang Bisaya. ===================== The Philippines is going down. Don't tell me it isn't. Recent developments have been a constant reminder. Just watch the daily news. The Philippines is literally, figuratively going down. Our Family is going nowhere. The love we have (or never really had) is gone. I just don't know about the rest (of my siblings) but I don't see the love in them at all. The only family I truly have is Macoy and as my guardians at the gate may see it, he is truly an expendable. Nevertheless, I spend my days still trying to offer him kindness, with a projection or hope that life, soci...

  So today,    I had the rare opportunity to watch a very important Filipino Movie about Manuel L. Quezon for which this City where I live is named after. Off the bat, I have to say I already liked the movie even before I went inside the theater. After all, it's not everyday that you get to see Filipino movies invested deeply into their own psyche as Filipinos. And what timing it has, with all the political ruckus we're currently having! Filipinos undoubtedly love their "politics"! But once you talk about "psyche", there surely will be some disputes along the way with the first one being Quezon's own grandson Ricky Avanceña NOT liking the biopic at all! In a heated exchange with its Director Jerrold Tarog and leading man Jericho Rosales, he called the movie "a satire and a joke" because they portrayed his grandfather as a caricature of his real person. I for one appreciated the movie...for its historical references and artistic approach. At t...

Once upon a bleak time in the archipelagic Philippines, where a decent means of communication between natives is virtually unheard of (they can only communicate by shouting); a boy was born in poverty by a labandera who got fucked by a wayward American Soldier who was just visiting the islands, not having real purpose in life. The father went back to the States and left the brown-assed lowly labandera immediately after hearing of the boy’s birth.  This boy grew up to be the 20th century Jesus Christ in his hometown, or at least he was told probably by his mother who wanted saving of her own. He became a teacher of sorts, proud of his accomplishments despite of growing up half-orphaned and practically abandoned by a male parent/figure. By Jesus Christ, it could either be saviour of the masses or cause of mass hysteria. Either way, it became fixed in his brain that he had a destiny to look forward to, a kind of grand mission in life. The name of this boy-turned-faggot is Jesus “Jess”...