the height of plasticity

this picture could have been passed off as just any ordinary photo-op of the subjects...if one doesn't know the story behind the personalities in the pic.

if not for the pomp in the elaborate gowns and the revered hall they are in, this could have been a tag-team wrestling match.



back in 2004, the fiery miriam defensor-santiago twitted now "presidentiable" sen. loren legarda for being a political butterfly when she moved over to the opposition to run alongside the FPJ under the UNO ticket.

miriam used this phrase in mocking legarda's move: "politicians change political allegiance as much as they change hairdos, and they change parties as much as they change their underwear". - ow!

jamby madrigal on the other hand, made a public scolding out of pia cayetano in one senate deliberation.

she grouched on young senator cayetano because of her absences during which madrigal was supposed to have delivered her remarks.

she described cayetano as a "spoiled brat"


now, here they are as if nothing happened. as if nobody recalls the words they said against the ones beside them.

one can imagine how unwilling cayetano is to be taken a photo besides jamby.
yeah, but she still managed to post a smile.

but legarda on the other hand, stands as if calling out, "let's get it on!"


whoohoo!

let yeng sit the bench!

can somebody please tell yeng guiao that there's a basketball league in our barangay, perhaps he's interested to pit his powerade team pilipinas against some of our teams here. perhaps he could snatch some wins for his team here.

or can anyone tell him to stick to the politics in pampanga and spare the country of humiliation from being asia's basketball bum.

i am not buying his crap about not disclosing the team's gameplan and saving it for FIBA-Asia.

what duh!?...

this is the country's favorite pastime, we would like to see our national team win.

try to take in this report and discern:

The Philippines, however, did not seem bent on notching a win as they let the Koreans milk the clock on their final possession.

Korea improved its standing to 4-1 to remain contention for the title.

what was that? what were they trying to do?

if guiao is really thinking our national team's success rests on the other teams not being able to scout our team well in this jones cup and us just going full blast on FIBA-Asia, i dont wanna expect anything at FIBA-asia.

if you wanna win something like FIBA or the world championship or go for the olympics, we should start winning right now. as in now. it doesnt matter if its Jones cup or SEABA or PBL if you may. we should start building momentum now and keep it onto the last game.

i just hope the bigwigs in SBP learns this and do something about it. like start realizing that they've made a big mistake in appointing Guiao as head coach of the national team and get somebody more competent to do it.

our team is losing, and there should be command responsibility.

we dont want to see everyone doing this to us at FIBA-Asia:

here we go again!

yes, indeed!

we have malacañang flipping on its earlier pronouncements again. this has happened, like, over and over and over, practically, since the time GMA learned how to talk.

i've written about this in my past posts and apparently,... she hasn't read it...whooohoo! or she's just too arrogant to ignore it.

long before the "i did not talk to any comelec official" after the 2004 elections, there was the "i shall relieve myself of issue (or somethin like), i shall not run for election"

this time, its the reversal of its statement on the alleged rape of a anti-drug agent's young daughter.

last week, they reported a girl (the daughter of a government agent) was abducted, drugged, and sexually molested by a politically connected big time drug syndicate whose members have some score to settle with the government agent. the president, reportedly angered by it, even declared an "all-out war"- that's total annihilation against the enemy- against illegal substances and those who are involved in it.

this week, a presidential staff say the whole case was "unverified".

now, what kind of an administration is that?

it's like the government raring to rain terror on an enemy of the state, ordering its armed forces to gear up for it, calling on all its defenders to set up all its armaments ready to wage a big fight, pull all its resources into an eminent battle, because one child has been assaulted by a group of criminals and crooks, and then... oops! it not yet verified...hold your horses! let's double-check it first, everyone!...hold it...hold! hold it please!

Psssss!

this is how this government conducts actions? they announce something first, that they're gonna do this and that, and then, wait! they'll examine it first.

its just like in basketball, the national coach says its good that we were "bracketed" with asian teams that are weak, ineffectual and flimsy, building up the morale of the country for its basketball team, suggesting that finally, we got ourselves a basketball team that will bring home our long sought glory in the global arena. but look what's happening at the Jones cup. the philippines lost three games in its four outings. Japan, flimsy?

Pssss!

there's another thing that malacañang announced last week, just like what they did in the past, they again declared that manny pacquiao will knock out his opponent (this time cotto) in the first round.

...dont you just hate them?

the homecoming

what's with the confusion about the pop king's final resting place.

everybody's curious and asking about where exactly is MJ's burial chamber to be revered sacred by those moonstruck left-behind 80's fanatics moonwalking along main streets and strutting on top of road structures.

well, i hate to brake it to you, people, but don't you know that he wasn't buried.

he was taken by a bright light that will transport him to his home planet in some distant universe 30 gazillion light-years away from ours.

but don't fret all ye broken hearted moonwalkers. just think that he's there where he belongs.

every kid there is twice his size, so, we need not worry about pedophilia or anything like that.




he even prepared a little poster for his ascension to his universe




here he is wearing his wacko suit preparing for his final trip back home

the saga of the bosom pad-dy

here's the latest story on GMA's reported boob implant last week.

- GMA had her breast done 20 years ago,

- she had medical experts check her chest last week as she was feeling some discomfort in that area.

- GMA went to a cosmetic surgeon 20 years ago to get something done after noticing she was not developing height-wise.

- the surgeons thought the height problem was too difficult to solve hence they work on augmenting some other parts of her body thinking she'd be satisfied anyway.

- after the operation, GMA was satisfied.

- GMA went to the clinic last week hoping Hayden Kho was on duty.

- GMA brought her 20 year old vynil record of George Micheal's "Careless Whispers" when she went to the clinic.


GMA with her classmate 20 years ago

my first road mishap. yeepee!

It’s quite distasteful to have someone bump you at the rear then find
out the assailant hasn’t been contrite or remorseful of their misdeed
and even defraud you when you extend an amicable hand by forgoing
with the procedures exacted by law on occurrence of vehicular
misfortune.

a month ago (june 9) , at around 6 pm, while we were engaging the
Gov. Camins intersection trekking from Sta. Maria turning towards
Sta. Cruz, a white sedan bumped us from behind hitting my sister’s
ankle and breaking the transparent cover of the plate number of the
Honda motorbike I was driving.

In my willingness to spare other motorists of the hassles and trouble
of a traffic congestion and after a quick assessment of my sister’s
injury, I decided to let the slip-up go by and let the driver go with
impunity. A big mistake some might say, but I thought it was best for
everybody that time. It was really a hastily made judgment I felt I
had to do. With the minimal of damage and just a minor contusion on
sis’ ankle, plus we where rushing to get to the pier as we had to
deliver some stuff to someone leaving for the islands that very
moment; moreover, we were driving in a very busy intersection at a
still very busy period of the day (I had this uneasy feeling about
subjecting people to hassles just like I want them to spare me of
them, too)

After the bump, the car stopped while we were forced to halt about a
meter and a half to two meters farther to avoid contact with the car
again. I quickly checked the traffic lights ahead of us and saw the
green arrow pointing to the path I was turning to was still on as the
green light for those who were suppose to move straight towards
Canelar St. was also beaming brightly.

I can unmistakably recall that I signaled to turn left as I still saw
my signal lights blinking on the speedometer board right in front of
me right after I made the stop.

I looked back at the driver, dismounted the bike and walked slowly
towards the car while making a sign pointing to the traffic lights
that I was still clear for turning left. I saw the car had a scratch
just below the right headlight and the driver turn out to be a girl. I
approached her, I believe, in a very unassuming manner, but she was
uneasy. She was alone with some pets- an undersized dog or a cat
(I didn’t mind it that much as I was concern more of everybody’s
safety as there were vehicles moving through already). I told her that
the left turn light was still on during that moment meaning I was
still allowed to turn left. She seemed to be having a little bit of
anxiety going on from the way she was reacting- uneasy while not
saying anything clearly. Mostly gestures I recalled.

I walked back to the bike I was driving to check any damages and saw
the transparent cover of our plate number smashed and the plate a bit
bended. Other than that, it wasn’t visible to me right then. I thought
quickly of getting the car’s plate number so should any need for it
come up, I suppose I can run a check on the car’s details later with
the LTO.

After assessing everything, the damages, injury and all the
circumstances-which I can say that I stand at the losing end if I let
it go by- I still decided to let it pass and let everybody come home
early for the night. I was mistaken, I now recognize.

With this, I believe, kind act, I was reciprocated with a total
dishonesty from the lady driver (I didn’t even check if she was
licensed already. Now, I’m having my suspicions if she’s even
qualified to drive with her diminutive physical form).

After saving the alpha-numeric texts on the car’s plate, I walked
quickly towards the driver’s side and ask for an exchange of contact
numbers with the lady- as I was ready to let it go by and leave the
area, it would be right to ask for a contact number in case the need
to get in touch with the other party would arise as in if incase my
sister’s contusion would develop into a severe hematoma or
aggravated into something that would necessitate hospitalization
or medication of some kind. I know it would have no bearing as
there would be no technical record of the incident that may legally
be referred to incase the need arises. But I trusted that the other
party will consider. I was wrong.

What’s the worst thing that can happen if you give your number to a
stranger (which I don’t see my self as a total stranger in this
incident, I’m an aggrieved party, I believe)?-you’ll received
unwarranted stupid messages from a deranged anonymous sender?
You’ll get stalked? If I could have the chance to tell her, I’d
tell her: kid, don’t patronize yourself too much. You don’t look
the kind to be stalked around. I don’t care if she’s the third
member of the Olsen Twins or Hanna Montana herself. Do I appear
like some deranged driver who follows other people around for
unilateral pleasure? You endangered me and my sister’s life.
You could have dragged us to our deaths- God
forbid. Who ever taught you how to drive?

As I asked for her number, after offering mine, she went giving me
one cell phone number then changing to another in the middle of
her narration of the number. “Ay! ito na lang” she quipped. I
know, I should have been wiser to double-check on the second one,
but in my hurry to clear up the road for other motorists, I
thought of double-checking it later. Regrettably, I underestimated
the deportment of the kid. She gave me a false cell phone number.
It cannot be contacted. I just thought of giving her some piece of
advice about driving as she clearly needed some or maybe just a
piece of my mind through text messaging, that’s all. I know it’s
dim-witted, I should have underwent the proper procedure on
vehicular incidents-let the police record it.

But just to caution everybody else, be on the look out for this car.
You might get hit by it next time: a white sedan bearing the plate
number KBW377 driven by a young lady who I suspect is from the
areas of pasonanca, sta. maria or the nearby villages. (I think we
came from the same direction preceding the incident. She was in her
home clothing, so, probably, she had just went out)

All I asked was a contact number. It was all in good faith. And
providing someone whose life you could have ended with your
slackness on the road is all but proper. And you took it off beam.

I hope you can sleep soundly at night, kid.

the bashful boobfull

GMA was called into questions about her confidential bosom implant she reportedly had last week. the booby talk put her in an awkward situation. this was how she looked when she was ask about it:



please dont ask me about that
i'm embarrassed. how could you?





oh! please dont ask me about my business

Whoohooo!

welcome to the mexican mariachi club!

Before the fight, he talked a lot of shit. That he was bigger, heftier and therefore stronger than ‘Packy’. That he’s gonna’ shock Manny with his heavy punches. His trainer Floyd, Sr. did the same thing and he’s done that even when Manny’s promoter talked about a possible fight with David Diaz. That Manny was doing the unthinkable if he goes toe-to-toe with Diaz and/or Dela Hoy-hoy. This time even took the task of training Manny’s opponent to ensure Pacman’s defeat. They hurled a lot of crapped on Manny on pre-fight interviews.

So, what have they got to say now?

After Hatton’s first trip to the floor, Hatton clearly looked like he was the one stunned by Manny’s mighty right straight. On his second fall, he looked like he was thinking he might have really underestimated Manny after all. On his final dive to the canvas via a swinging hard left from Manny, right there and then, he thought of just packing up and giving in to Manny. Whooo-hooo!

After the win, Hatton was at his corner being asked by some officials, he looked lost and asking: where am I? Why are there too many people here? Who are you? and all that.

Now that he lost to Manny, one can’t help but wonder if morales, marquez, barrera, diaz and dela hoy-hoy would welcome Hatton to their all-retired-boxers mariachi club, since he’s not Mexican.

Now they’re talking about pitting ‘Packy’ against Floyd, Jr. The younger Floyd’s old man would be given another chance to talk shit against ‘Packy’. let's just leave the sourgraping old man. he's running out of options at getting back at roach and pacquiao.

but, can somebody tell those Mayweathers to better prepare and be really prepared if they don’t want Floyd, Jr. to look lost (just like Hatton) in the midst of a packed out arena... or just like this:





whoohooo!

Na-Laos!

with the exclusion of the country's favorite spectator sport in this year's south east asian games due to reasons that resonates practicality (what with the global recession and all), the host country, Laos, has, instead, suggested the following games as substitutes:

foot-wrestling - (look, they've prepared a team for this event already-the best and the brightest)



Rodent-rugby - works like rugby, but a rodent takes the place of the ball. you have to seize the rodent first before you can have team possession.

Spit-relay - this is very exciting to the natives. how is it played? just get the idea on how the game is called.

face-boxing - a game played where opponents try to knock each other out by head-butting one after the other without the receiving-opponent dodging the head-butt. first to quit loses.

cant wait to watch these thrilling games. we just have to wait until december to watch the games in Laos.


yeeepeee!

jail birds

at the hearing on the alleged bribery attempt of the "alabang boys" at the House of Representatives, the three suspects looked more like contestants in a valentine dating game.





look who asked to join in the show (even took the time to dress up)...





now, check out who tried to catch up with the group...



the winner will get the 270M lotto jackpot and a date with "Madame Van Damme"- Ms.Bulakalak ng City Jail 2009.

whooohoooo!

golf-e golfe 101

This is what happens when a no good, war-freak mayor from the province tries to play a game of golf.

Since it’s his first time, he brings his goons with him and flashes all his mediocre stuff in the bag. To let people know he’s sozi and knows his way in the club

when he tees off, he does it by throwing the golf ball in the air then hit it as it falls back down using the iron as a bat. He firmly knows tiger woods as a baseball player, hence the way he tees off.

In the fairway…he doesn’t like long walks. he skips the fairway and goes right on to the greens.

In the greens, he would use the iron as cue stick to drive the ball into the hole.

He ends his game all in one fairway as he hates going through the hassles of moving from the first to the last hole.

And if anyone, I mean anyone at all, bothers him along the way, he beat the crap out of them. It doesn’t matter if it’s a senior citizen or a kid. And he will beat them not once, but will call his other goons and go after the adversary along the halls of the club and continue pounding on them to his heart's content.

He looks around and sees his cabinet-member dad looking on and say: “hey, dad, look! I’m beating the crap out of people. Whoopteedooo!”

And the high level politician replies: “nice work, son! I told you you’ll like golfing”

when the son reads in the news: "DAR Chief's Son Involved in Mauling". he defends himself saying, "nakita nyo ba akong nag-malling?!"

Yeeepeee! And they live free from legal hassles because of their strong political influence.

Booooooooo!