Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Please watch "100", the 2nd BEST PICTURE of 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
B'Day Boi
- I’m bisaya. Was born in Cebu. But I’m a Manila boy. Moved here when I was 2 years old and have been to Cebu only once, 7 years ago. It was the longest 3 days of my life.
- I think Gary Larson is a god.
- I’m a strict non-smoking, non-drinking non-vegetarian.
- I believe that goodness is its own reward.
- I can can never get tired of watching the following films: Children of Heaven, The Road Home, Sense & Sensibility, Amadeus, Finding Nemo
- I’m a relationship virgin and I'm currently accepting applicants for devirginizer.
- A friend of mine once quipped how I’m always paiba. I totally agree.
- I’ve been blonde (all shades), brunette, red-, green- and blue-haired.
- I say, we die only once. Let’s make our death count.
- I want a closed casket when I die. I don’t want anybody to have an image of me as a corpse! And I want to be cremated and my ashes thrown into the waters of Boracay. And I want it done cinematically, against the sunset, with Cholo Laurel directing.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Judge Eric
Jose Renato Evangelista (1st Place)
Miranda doesn’t understand what has just occurred. She stands there dumbfounded, cradling a bundle of cloth in her arms. She takes a breath and tries to put her thoughts into order.
It was a beautiful day. Not to be cliché, but the sun was shining and the birds were singing and everything in the world seemed like it was in its right place. So Miranda went to the park, as one does on a beautiful day like this.
She skipped merrily to the park’s center, where a charming stone fountain had been erected so that people may enjoy beautiful days while sitting down on a bench and take pleasure in the tranquil sound of flowing water. There was but one person there to sitting at the fountain that day, however: a tired-looking woman, gently rocking an infant in her arms.
“OHMIGODITSSOCUTECANIHOLDHIMPRETTYPLEASE?” Miranda, loud and giggly, exclaimed to the woman.
“Go right ahead.” Replied the woman; a glint of something in her eyes.
“What’s his na—” As Miranda looked up to meet the Mother’s face, she realized with gripping horror that the woman was already halfway to the exit, and with baby in hand Miranda wouldn’t be able to catch her.
“HE’S YOUR PROBLEM NOW! SO LONG SUCKER!” The Mother cackled maniacally and gave a little jump, all while managing to sprint her way to freedom.