Should have posted this before the Bad day incidents. Actually I wrote this down on the morning of the bad day incident. A few hours before the lock up.
Vinny lent me some ENTERPRISE episodes in (UGHHHH) VCD technology. Now I can be given a momentary respite from watching VOYAGER RE-RUNS for at least two nights. Cecil loves VOYAGER so much that she watches the entire run and then re watches them again. EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!!!! She owns the TV at 11 and beyond. At least during that time I’m busy editing footages and dallies but when ever I hear that woman’s voice (Captain Janeway) I SIMPLY CANNOT CONTAIN MYSELF FROM laughing!
FLIM: “ HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT AN ENTIRE SHIP TO FOLLOW ORDERS FROM SOMEONE WHO SOUNDS LIKE A BUSTED TRUMPET STUCK IN D MINOR?”
CECILE: “ I like her better than PICARD or KIRK! “
FLIM: “ Eh? Sorry, There’s only one captain in the entire star trek universe and he’s
JAMES TIBERUIIIIIISSSSSSSS…KIRK! All the others are pale attempts to mimic the original! “
CECILE: “ Picard is the definitive Enterprise Captain. He’s dignified and serious! “
FLIM: “ Him? He thinks he’s in a Shakespearean play when it’s just STAR TREK. He’s campy! He’s low camp! Shatner’s high camp! “
CECILE: “ What’s the difference between high camp and low camp? “
FLIM: “ High camp is when you know what you’re doing isn’t serious. Low CAMP is when you delude yourself that it is! “
CECILE: “ Say whatever you want JANEWAY’s the best.”
FLIM: “ How can she BE THE BEST CAPTAIN WHEN SHE SPENDS THE ENTIRE SERIES TRYING TO FIND A WAY HOME? I WOULDN’T TRUST A CAPTAIN LIKE THAT. PROBABLY CAN’T EVEN READ A STAR CHART. SPENDS TOO MUCH OF HER TIME GOING TO THE STARSHIP BEAUTY PARLOR.”
CECILE: “It’s not her fault they were accidentally hurled into the other side of the galaxy. It’s a testament to her command abilities that she was able to take them home.”
FLIM: “ Yeah after four years. She should have just been elected STARSHIP SPACE HORN. “ HONK! HONK! TUBAK! FULL THRUSTERS!, hehehe.”
CECILE: “ Be quiet Im watching I can’t understand what she’s saying.”
FLIM: “ You’ve seen this at least four times. Sheezz.”
CECILE: “ How many times have you seen WRATH OF KHAN?”
FLIM: “ OHHH WRATH OF KHAN is different it’s a classic! OH yeah! “ I DON’T NEED TO KILL YOU! I HAVE HURT YOU! AND I’LL CONTINUE HURTING YOU! I’LL LEAVE YOU AS YOU LEFT HER…BURIED ALIVE! ALLLLLIVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! KAHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!”
CECILE: “ Now that’s low camp! “
I switch back to editing. A few toggles t the left and click of the mouse on the footage and…
JANEWAY: “ I DON’T RESPOND PROPERLY TO THREATS! “
FLIM: “ Will you please tone it down? It’s like the old scratch your nails on the blackboard surface trick! IT really gets to me! “
CECILE: “ Hehehehehehe.The only thing I don’t like in this series is TUBAK>”
FLIM: “ Ughhhh! I never thought I’d find an uglier VULCAN anywhere in the world. Look at those lips! They look like TRIBBLES without any fur. Why didn’t they just give him an afro hair cut so it would look very nostalgic.”?
CECILE: “ Then they wont see his pointed ears.”
FLIM: “ That ‘d would be cooler. He’d walk around and when introduced as a Vulcan. People wouldn’t believe him and he’d always have to pick his ears out from all those curls just to shut them up.”
CECILE:” That would be too tedious.”
FLIM: “ That’s real life.”
CECILE: “ STAR TREK is science fiction. Not reality”.
FLIM: “ Well how do you explain a BLACK VULCAN? Why even hire a SCOTTISH ENGINEER? What’s an African woman doing communication work. And why do you have a Russian helmsman? Its science fiction mirroring reality. ”
CECILE: “ She’s a better captain than PICARD.”
FLIM: “ A spring onion would be a better Captain than PICARD. At least JANEWAY’S horny most of the time. Probably even hornier than KIRK himself.”
CECILE: “ She is not! “
FLIM: “ She spends way too much time in the holodeck. Kissing and going down on holograms! She must have an electronic fetish. At least KIRK bangs sexy aliens and naïve crewwomen. Maybe in the old enterprise they have a lottery as to who gets to fuck Kirk on a Friday night.”
CECILE: “ Janeway doesn’t do holograms. She’s in it for the romance and the excitement. It’s the equivalent of reading Mills and boons! “
FLIM:” She does HOLOGRAMS because she practices safe sex. Which does not sit well with her being a star fleet captain. She doesn’t take risks. Unlike KIRK! “ Hey there’s this sexy three breasted ALTHURIAN. Im going to do her on the back! “
McCoy: “ GOD, NO, JIM! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT KIND OF SEXUAL DISEASE THOSE ALTHURIANS HAVE THEY HAVE MORE THAN TWO VAGINAS! “
JIM: “ Hell Bones! I must go where no man has gone before! Besides you’re there to cure me. Just put me in quarantine for a few days. Its just going to be like beggars canyon!”
FLIM: “ I mean what would a lot of sexy young things do when they’ve been in space for like years on end. And the men they have to choose from would either be Bones or SCOTTY who being a Scotsman might have an unusual supply of chivas regal therefore would never need the company of a young hot thing. Sulu would be banging Uhura and CHEKOV would just be too full of himself to even do anything. He’d say, “ The Russians invented 69 during the fall of Leningrad.”
CECILE: “ You forgot SPOCK.”
FLIM: “ NO ONE WOULD WANT TO BANG SPOCK. He’s going to be the guy the females would fantasize fucking. They’d lock themselves inside their antechambers and play with themselves but they wont dare do him. I mean you know they must have heard about the PONFAR episode. Would a girl like to go to bed with a man who can suddenly go berserk dn even try to kill his best friend and captain during the heat of passion? “
CESS: “ What about the other male crew member. The engineering assistants of Scotty? “
FLIM: “ OH PLEASE!!!!! They wont even have the strength to get it up. They’re too nervous. They’re all huddled in a corner and too busy thinking which of them would die in this episode. Although some guys would find that thought exciting. Maybe they’d just do themselves.”
CESS laughs and tells me Im a pervert.
FLIM: “ During times of stress homosexual behavior comes out from masculine men. Don’t look too far. Look at the SPARTANS. Its common knowledge that they had a GAY CADRE.
CESS: “ The Athenians were the known gays.”
FLIM: “ Hell all of GREEK DOM IS GAY! THE WHOLE HELLENIC CULTURE IS BASED ON YOUNG BOYS RUNNING AROUND AND THEIR ELDERS PURSUING THEM, TRYING TO LIFT THEIR TUNICS!
CESS: “ Wait I want to listen to this one.”
And as JANEWAY's fog hornish voice issued commands on the voyager bridge I wondered what separated Cess's infatuation with JANEWAY with my fondness for RICARDO MONTALBAN.
Thursday, January 30, 2003
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
Cecile had her laser operation early this morning. We got to the clinic at around 8:OO AM. Inside there were two patients waiting. I sat on the couch and started reading teh books I brought. THE GOLDEN BOUGH by JAMES FRAZER and HIGH CONCEPT the Excessive lifestyle of Movie producer DON SIMPSON.Much to my irritation the lights inside the clinic was so dim that one can barely read without straining one's eyes. And yet the patients there were reading magazines while waiting for teh doctor.
FLIM: "Must be the clinic's way of ensuring that their patient's eye condition never gets better."
CECILE: " Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
FLIM: " For all you know they got their eye problems during a routine check up here.Hey the doctor isnt here yet. Might as well read a few magazines....Ughhh my eyesigt is going....ughhhhh!!!"
CECILE: " Shhhhhhhhh! The receptionist might hear you."
They then dropped anisthetics in cecile's eyes and then led her to a series of rooms each more bizzare than the next. The doctors were wearing incredible head gears that could have been props for a cyberpunck sci-fi film. DAMN! SHOULD HAVE BROUGHT MY CAM AND SHOT STOCK FOOTAGES OF THOSE! Might be able to use them in some futuristic movie.
The first test was to measure cecile's orbs.
FLIM: " Hey are you using pirated software? "
DOCTOR: " Uhmm no! Our computer is millions of pesos and we wont risk it with a pirated software."
FLIM: " No need to get too sensitive.Everyone uses pirated software all the time.
Then she was strapped to a long strange looking bed with a shaft of strong light comming in from the top.
DAMN! I REALLY SHOULD HAVE BROUGHT THE CAM.
CECILE: " I'm getting nervous! "
FLIM: " Relax they're just going to NUKE YOUR EYEBALLS! Nothing dangerous there!Didnt you hear what she said. They dont use pirated software. And they're computers are millions of pesos worth! "
CESS:" I'm still nervous."
FLIM: " Don't worry if something goes wrong. We can sue their asses off and will take what we can get from them and " WE'LL SIT ON THE BEACH WHILE EARNING FIFTEEN PERCENT! "
She smiles and then the Doctor with the strange head gear walks in.
DOCTOR: " Can you look at the light please."
What a fanstastic shoot. The DR activates another light from the other side of his dark helmet. Looked like a roving searchlight.Why I didnt I bring the camera? for the simple reason that I thought it was just going to be a bunch of stiffs in lab gowns. I had no idea they were going to be stiffs in lab gowns wearing strange and cool looking mechanisms on their heads! Arghhhh!!!!!
Then the momment of truth. The doctor explains the proceedure and then straps her head in and starts using a joystick controller and ...
ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!
DOCTOR: " OK Here goes another set! "
ZAP! ZAP!ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!
Plenty of ZAPS later. I couldnt tell how many more.I lost count and interest when it went past 50 zaps! The doctor tells us to come back for the second stage. Which isthe flipping the eyeball attack.
CECILE: " For each zap I felt a sting in my eyeball."
FLIM: "Well the next one wont just be zaps! "
CECILE: " I dont know if I should have the op. This one was relatively easy. But teh next one the'yll cut open the eyeball."
FLIM: " How are you feeling."
CESS: " I dont see much of anything. Just a bright blur."
THE QUEST FOR OCULAR PERFECTION CONTINUES.....
FLIM: "Must be the clinic's way of ensuring that their patient's eye condition never gets better."
CECILE: " Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
FLIM: " For all you know they got their eye problems during a routine check up here.Hey the doctor isnt here yet. Might as well read a few magazines....Ughhh my eyesigt is going....ughhhhh!!!"
CECILE: " Shhhhhhhhh! The receptionist might hear you."
They then dropped anisthetics in cecile's eyes and then led her to a series of rooms each more bizzare than the next. The doctors were wearing incredible head gears that could have been props for a cyberpunck sci-fi film. DAMN! SHOULD HAVE BROUGHT MY CAM AND SHOT STOCK FOOTAGES OF THOSE! Might be able to use them in some futuristic movie.
The first test was to measure cecile's orbs.
FLIM: " Hey are you using pirated software? "
DOCTOR: " Uhmm no! Our computer is millions of pesos and we wont risk it with a pirated software."
FLIM: " No need to get too sensitive.Everyone uses pirated software all the time.
Then she was strapped to a long strange looking bed with a shaft of strong light comming in from the top.
DAMN! I REALLY SHOULD HAVE BROUGHT THE CAM.
CECILE: " I'm getting nervous! "
FLIM: " Relax they're just going to NUKE YOUR EYEBALLS! Nothing dangerous there!Didnt you hear what she said. They dont use pirated software. And they're computers are millions of pesos worth! "
CESS:" I'm still nervous."
FLIM: " Don't worry if something goes wrong. We can sue their asses off and will take what we can get from them and " WE'LL SIT ON THE BEACH WHILE EARNING FIFTEEN PERCENT! "
She smiles and then the Doctor with the strange head gear walks in.
DOCTOR: " Can you look at the light please."
What a fanstastic shoot. The DR activates another light from the other side of his dark helmet. Looked like a roving searchlight.Why I didnt I bring the camera? for the simple reason that I thought it was just going to be a bunch of stiffs in lab gowns. I had no idea they were going to be stiffs in lab gowns wearing strange and cool looking mechanisms on their heads! Arghhhh!!!!!
Then the momment of truth. The doctor explains the proceedure and then straps her head in and starts using a joystick controller and ...
ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!
DOCTOR: " OK Here goes another set! "
ZAP! ZAP!ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!
Plenty of ZAPS later. I couldnt tell how many more.I lost count and interest when it went past 50 zaps! The doctor tells us to come back for the second stage. Which isthe flipping the eyeball attack.
CECILE: " For each zap I felt a sting in my eyeball."
FLIM: "Well the next one wont just be zaps! "
CECILE: " I dont know if I should have the op. This one was relatively easy. But teh next one the'yll cut open the eyeball."
FLIM: " How are you feeling."
CESS: " I dont see much of anything. Just a bright blur."
THE QUEST FOR OCULAR PERFECTION CONTINUES.....
BAD BLAHHHH PART 2
I got home really early in the morning. Stupid cops! The TENANT 1’s BLACK FORD EXPEDITION barred the entry to the garage.
FLIM: “ KOJAK! MOVE THE FORD SO I CAN PARK THIS MALFUNCTIONING VEHICLE OF MINE! “
KOJAK: “ OK SIR! JUST ONE MOMENT SIR! “
I looked up at the pre-dawn sky. Counting the seconds. Then the minutes. Then more minutes!
FLIM: “ KOJAK! WHAT THE FUCK I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR 30 MINS WHERE’S THE OWNER? “
Kojak just came down from the tenant’s block.
KOJAK: “ Sir! She said that she’s still sleeping.”
FLIM: “ CALL HER UP AGAIN! “
Kojak dials the number.
KOJAK: “ But he has to park his motorcycle in.Ahh wait…SIR, she wants to talk to you.”
By this time all forms of civility left me as I just grabbed the phone.
FLIM: “ YESSSSSSS?????? “
WOMAN: “ CANT YOU JUST LEAVE YOUR BIKE OUTSIDE? IM STILL SLEEPING.”
Enough is enough.
I didnt say anything when the door to the computer room got locked in with the keys inside. I didnt say aything when Selina dropped and destroyed the phone casing. I didnt say anything when the bike refused to start nor when it started and then bogged again.And i certainly never screamed when the corrupt cops held me up. but.... as my favorite cartoon character is fond of saying...
I CAN STAND WHAT I CAN STAND....AND I CAN STAND NO MORE!!!!!!
FLIM: “ LOOK HERE MISSY! WHEN YOU NEED US TO MOVE OUR CAR WHEN IT’S BLOCKING THE GARAGE I JUMP DOWN AND HAND OVER THE KEYS FOR KOJACK TO MOVE THE CAR! EVEN WHEN I HAVEN’T EVEN WIPED MY ASS OFF CAUSE IM TAKING A CRAP! BECAUSE I DON’T…DON’T WANT TO INCONVENIENCE A FELLOW NEIGHBOR IN THE SPIRIT OF COMMUNAL PEACE! NOW YOU HAVE KEPT ME WAITING FOR 30 MINUTES AND YOU WANT ME TO PARK MY VEHICLE OUTSIDE BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO LAZY TO GET UP AND MOVE YOUR VEHICLE THAT’S BLOCKING THE GARAGE! IS THAT WHAT YOU’RE SAYING?????”
WOMAN: “LISTEN HERE! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU COME HOME LATE AND DISTURB PEOPLE WHO ARE SLEEPING????”
FLIM: “ ITS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS WHAT TIME I WANT TO COME HOME! YOUR BUSINESS IS TO MOVE YOUR FUCKING VEHICLE! YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE KEYS WITH KOJAK IF YOU DIDN’T WANT TO BE DISTURBED! “
WOMAN: IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED OUR CAR IS NOT JUST A FUCKING CAR! IT’S A FORD! WE DON’T LEAVE OUR KEYS TO THE GUARDS THEY MIGHT DENT IT UP WHEN THEY MOVE IT! SO JUST PARK THE BIKE OUTSIDE! “
FLIM: ” LADY JUST MOVE THE VEHICLE.IM TOO TIRED TO ARGUE I HAVE HAD A BAD DAY AND A BAD NIGHT AND WITH YOUR IMMEASURABLE CONTRIBUTION IM NOW HAVING A VERY BAD MORNING AFTER!”I
then handed the phone over to KOJAK. Who then went up? After another twenty minutes a man comes down and moves the car.
I wasn’t able to sleep well.Selina kept waking up and crying.Besides I have to wake up early to accompany CECILE to her eye doctor.
We got to the clinic a few minutes before 8:00.Around 8:30 there was still no sign of the doctor’s secretary.
CECILE:” Isn’t it cool we are the first patients.”
FLIM: “ There’s something not right. The sec should be around any moment now.”
Around 9 there was still no sign of the doc. Then a nurse passe’s us by and looks at us.
NURSE: “ Uhm the doctor’s not coming today.”
FLIM: “ So what do you want to do? “
CECILE: “ Lets just go to that doctors office across the hallway.”
When we got there the place was already full.She was number 13.
FLIM: " FIGURES! "
SheEEEEzz the excitement never stops.
The doctor gives Cecile a battery of tests and after an hour comes up with his assessment.
Her retinas can detach any moment and immediate laser surgery is needed. In the mean time she needs to refrain from the following.
· Do not ride bumpy cars on bumpy roads
· Do not lift weights or anything heavy
· Avoid blows to the head.
All these might result to retina detachment.
The doctor recommends a two stage opt. The 1st one is to strengthen the retina. The 2nd is the complicated one where they have to FLAP the eyeball and resculpt the shape of her eyeball. The first opt would be useless if the second opt isn’t performed.
Cess eye grades already in the 1,000 grade. She doesn’t even bat an eyelid when the doctor told her about what he’s going to do. What a tough critter. Makes me proud to call her, MIEN FURERH!!!!!
I got home really early in the morning. Stupid cops! The TENANT 1’s BLACK FORD EXPEDITION barred the entry to the garage.
FLIM: “ KOJAK! MOVE THE FORD SO I CAN PARK THIS MALFUNCTIONING VEHICLE OF MINE! “
KOJAK: “ OK SIR! JUST ONE MOMENT SIR! “
I looked up at the pre-dawn sky. Counting the seconds. Then the minutes. Then more minutes!
FLIM: “ KOJAK! WHAT THE FUCK I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR 30 MINS WHERE’S THE OWNER? “
Kojak just came down from the tenant’s block.
KOJAK: “ Sir! She said that she’s still sleeping.”
FLIM: “ CALL HER UP AGAIN! “
Kojak dials the number.
KOJAK: “ But he has to park his motorcycle in.Ahh wait…SIR, she wants to talk to you.”
By this time all forms of civility left me as I just grabbed the phone.
FLIM: “ YESSSSSSS?????? “
WOMAN: “ CANT YOU JUST LEAVE YOUR BIKE OUTSIDE? IM STILL SLEEPING.”
Enough is enough.
I didnt say anything when the door to the computer room got locked in with the keys inside. I didnt say aything when Selina dropped and destroyed the phone casing. I didnt say anything when the bike refused to start nor when it started and then bogged again.And i certainly never screamed when the corrupt cops held me up. but.... as my favorite cartoon character is fond of saying...
I CAN STAND WHAT I CAN STAND....AND I CAN STAND NO MORE!!!!!!
FLIM: “ LOOK HERE MISSY! WHEN YOU NEED US TO MOVE OUR CAR WHEN IT’S BLOCKING THE GARAGE I JUMP DOWN AND HAND OVER THE KEYS FOR KOJACK TO MOVE THE CAR! EVEN WHEN I HAVEN’T EVEN WIPED MY ASS OFF CAUSE IM TAKING A CRAP! BECAUSE I DON’T…DON’T WANT TO INCONVENIENCE A FELLOW NEIGHBOR IN THE SPIRIT OF COMMUNAL PEACE! NOW YOU HAVE KEPT ME WAITING FOR 30 MINUTES AND YOU WANT ME TO PARK MY VEHICLE OUTSIDE BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO LAZY TO GET UP AND MOVE YOUR VEHICLE THAT’S BLOCKING THE GARAGE! IS THAT WHAT YOU’RE SAYING?????”
WOMAN: “LISTEN HERE! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU COME HOME LATE AND DISTURB PEOPLE WHO ARE SLEEPING????”
FLIM: “ ITS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS WHAT TIME I WANT TO COME HOME! YOUR BUSINESS IS TO MOVE YOUR FUCKING VEHICLE! YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE KEYS WITH KOJAK IF YOU DIDN’T WANT TO BE DISTURBED! “
WOMAN: IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED OUR CAR IS NOT JUST A FUCKING CAR! IT’S A FORD! WE DON’T LEAVE OUR KEYS TO THE GUARDS THEY MIGHT DENT IT UP WHEN THEY MOVE IT! SO JUST PARK THE BIKE OUTSIDE! “
FLIM: ” LADY JUST MOVE THE VEHICLE.IM TOO TIRED TO ARGUE I HAVE HAD A BAD DAY AND A BAD NIGHT AND WITH YOUR IMMEASURABLE CONTRIBUTION IM NOW HAVING A VERY BAD MORNING AFTER!”I
then handed the phone over to KOJAK. Who then went up? After another twenty minutes a man comes down and moves the car.
I wasn’t able to sleep well.Selina kept waking up and crying.Besides I have to wake up early to accompany CECILE to her eye doctor.
We got to the clinic a few minutes before 8:00.Around 8:30 there was still no sign of the doctor’s secretary.
CECILE:” Isn’t it cool we are the first patients.”
FLIM: “ There’s something not right. The sec should be around any moment now.”
Around 9 there was still no sign of the doc. Then a nurse passe’s us by and looks at us.
NURSE: “ Uhm the doctor’s not coming today.”
FLIM: “ So what do you want to do? “
CECILE: “ Lets just go to that doctors office across the hallway.”
When we got there the place was already full.She was number 13.
FLIM: " FIGURES! "
SheEEEEzz the excitement never stops.
The doctor gives Cecile a battery of tests and after an hour comes up with his assessment.
Her retinas can detach any moment and immediate laser surgery is needed. In the mean time she needs to refrain from the following.
· Do not ride bumpy cars on bumpy roads
· Do not lift weights or anything heavy
· Avoid blows to the head.
All these might result to retina detachment.
The doctor recommends a two stage opt. The 1st one is to strengthen the retina. The 2nd is the complicated one where they have to FLAP the eyeball and resculpt the shape of her eyeball. The first opt would be useless if the second opt isn’t performed.
Cess eye grades already in the 1,000 grade. She doesn’t even bat an eyelid when the doctor told her about what he’s going to do. What a tough critter. Makes me proud to call her, MIEN FURERH!!!!!
Tuesday, January 21, 2003
OF BIRTHDAY PARTIES ,BAD DOOR KNOBS, BAD BABY, BAD MOTORCYCLE, BAD BATTERIES AND SPECIALLY BAD COPS!
Yesterday was truly horrific.
Woke up feeling kind of off tangent. It’s pretty hard to describe. Its like…uhm…how do I say this? Like something is ….uhm off. It started with my accidentally locking off the cave with both sets of key inside. Had to wait for the locksmith for two hours. During the interim Selina dropped my phone and gave the nokia a nasty crack on the upper left corner. So much for the original casing. Locksmith takes forty minutes to have the door opened. I then thought about what would happen next. I mean they say BAD LUCK COMES IN 3'S right? So Now I waited for the other shoe to drop. What would happen next?
Then it was off to the showers.Vinny's birthday bash starts around 6 or something but he said that people can hang out in LINDEN SUITES where the festivities were taking place.I better have a head start before the traffic becomes bad.Packed the FAWLTY TOWERS DVD AND VATEL into my backpack since BIRTHDAY BOY requested that.
VINNIE: " Bring FAWLTY TOWERS and the ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW."
I gunned the MOTORCYCLE. Right then and there I had this odd felling that there was something not quite right with the bike. It didn’t come to life as it usually did. There was a slight half croak to the sound of the engine. But when I revved it, it assumes its normal idling power.
So I was off to LINDEN suites. Along the way I was constantly reminded why I don’t ride the bike after 8 in the morning. The traffic situation is totally horrendous! Left the house at around 3:00 and arrived at the suite at 3:45. The guard at the parking space asked for my license number and such so that I can get afree-parking thingie.
I had to shut down the bike as I got my papers from within the seat. Imagine my surprise when the bike refused to start. But then again I was waiting for the third piece of bad luck to fall into place. NOW MY BAD LUCK IS COMPLETE. IM STUCK INSIDE THE PARKING SPACE WITH DESCENDING RAMPARTS.
Could it be the batteries? But I JUST BOUGHT A NEW ONE DAMN IT! HOW THE FUCK CAN THIS HAPPEN? Which is pretty stupid of me to ask since BAD LUCK HAS No known explanation! It simply is! One of those magical moments where logic is defied and youre just confronted with the indisputable presence of a dead battery.
I parked the bike and just went up the 26th floor. Amazingly I didn’t panic or " hit my head against the wall or flung the helmet against a nearby car " mode. I was like totally resigned to have a really bad day and from that I achieved a certain kind of peace like … A ONENESS WITH THE UNIVERSE ...OF SCREW UPS!
Gig fetched me from the lobby since she has the access key to the room and the elevator.
We got inside the room, which Vinnie rented, for his birthday bash and it was great. It was big with two rooms and one bathroom Stuck in the middle. In such an opulent surrounding, I regaled her with my incredible day. Told her about the theory that bad luck came in 3s.
At one point she told me I was lucky and related IN LAW stories that were pretty shocking like the theft of poultry products within refrigerator premises.
Tried calling my mechanic but he was off in a meeting. Gig found this amusing. Told her that he has annual visits to Germany and Japan for tire conferences and such.
Seems that my bad luck aint letting up. And the chances of me finding a mechanic to help me are growing nil by the hour. Soon other guests were popping up. Carl, Camile and Dean. Jason came in with the DVD player under his arms. Unfortunately he forgot to bring the remote control so that means we can’t’ access chapters and such.
The birthday boy wanted to watch one episode of FAWLTY TOWERS. Since we don’t have the remote I was forced to play it chronologically and we watched the GOURMET NIGHT EPISODE, which I don’t consider really that good. After that everyone was hungry and went to the dinner table there by missing one of the best episodes of the series, which was THE GERMANS that came on next.
Food was great. Especially the BIG BOWL FISH NOODLE something. We talked about chickens and found out that DEAN was a KENTUCKY GRAVY ADDICT TOO.I love gravy. In college I used to order a hot cup of gravy. And would drink it like coffee drinkers do. Sadly not all KENTUCKY OUTLETS gravy tastes the same. The mega mall outlet serves the worst gravy concoction. The best is of course located under the Nagtahan Bridge.
Aside from the great food the topics of conversation was interesting. But I expect nothing less from these guys. Then I received a call from Mike a fellow biker who was good with bike mechanics and informed me that he was free now and this was the only available time that he can help.
AS much as I was having fun I had to excuse myself and get the bike fixed so I would be able to go home that night.
Borrowed Gig's cell phone to keep in touch with Mike because I was out of load already from teh numerous people I texted concerning the dead battery.
Met up with Mike inside the parking lot and he jumpstarted the bike with his car battery. It started idling.
MIKE: " Just what I thought.Its your battery."
FLIM: " But I just bought this battery a few months ago. How the..."
He then tells me to take it home so that I can have the mechanic look at it the following morning.
FLIM: “ But I’m in a party upstairs and…I just cant leave.”
MIKE: “ The bikes working now and we dont know for how long. But once you turn it off its not going to start again.YOU'LL GET STUCK HERE and youd have to find a pick up truck to haul it out of the basement! So you better take it home. The battery doesn’t charge so much.”
I thanked Mike for helping me out. H e told me that if there was any more problems that I can call him. What a great guy.
So I drove up the exit ramp and left the bike running in the front desk. My plan was this. To move the bike to my sister in laws place and then walk back to LINDEN.
I called up Jason from the party and asked a favor if he could bring down the helmet cause I cant leave the bike running. Someone could just drive off with it. Then the guard told me to move it because a car was coming up front. As I was moving the bike it went DEAD AGAIN! ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!
So I called up Mike and asked his help again.
He told me to wait for him. Jason comes down and I gave him Gig’s phone to return to her and tell her thanks. Told him to go up because Camille might be looking for him. But he said that he’d wait a while with me. Very nice of him. We started brainstorming for the visual motif of the docu we were planning. Interesting angles and concepts came out from waiting for Mike.
Jason then goes back to the party. Mike arrives with a pretty girl. This guy is a real oriental James bond. He pops up the car battery and then brings the dead bike back to life for the third time.
MIKE: “ REMEMBER DON’T USE THE HEADLIGHTS WHEN YOU ARE MOVING. IT DEPLETES THE BATTERY’S ENERGY!”
FLIM: “ AS IN RIDE IN SILENT RUNNING? ITS LIKE A DEATH RUNS! WHAT THE FUCK!”
I thank him again. And I put on the helmet then Im off. Suddenly the phone rings. Its one Of the other bikers I knew and called earlier. He tells me to bring the bike over his place so we can charge it up. He also tells me to use a long route so that the bike’s battery would be charged a little.
So I ride around instead of going straight. Everything was ok. I thought that maybe it ends now the streak of bad luck. What a day! Suddenly near the crossway I spy Four policemen. They flag me down.
AWW FUCK ITS THE HEADLIGHTS! NOT NOW! NOT NOW!
POLICEMAN: “ License and registration papers.”
FLIM: “ What did I do? “
So now Its proven that bad luck doesnt come in 3's . They can even extend beyond that.
POLICEMAN: “ Your sticker is marked 2001.”
FLIM: “ But how the fuck would you see that when you stopped me when I was upfront.”
I guess they saw me with my headlights off. And now the specter of a shakedown began to loom over me. Just great. Every time I see a cop it’s always a shakedown. I HAVE NEVER SEEN AN HONEST POLICEMAN IN MY LIFE!A vehicle with a late registration should just get a penalty fee when you renew it. But as I a said Policemen out for extortion money would stop you becuase of the colour of your vehicle clashed with their plebian sensibilties.
FLIM: “ LOOK I CAN’T TURN THE BIKE OFF. ONCE I SHUT IT DOWN IT WONT WORK AGAIN. MY BATTERY IS DEAD. AND MY PAPERS ARE INSIDE AND FOR ME TO GET THE PAPERS I HAVE TO SHUT IT DOWN BECAUSE THE KEY I USE FOR THE IGNITION IS THE KEY I USE FOR THE SEAT…”
Legally these bastards have no right to stop you if you had done nothing wrong.
POLICEMAN: “ License and registration, now! “
IT is said that when a crocodile has set its eyes on a prey it won’t be dissuaded easily. And every time I meet up with policeman the term that drivers use for them, ‘ BUWAYA” which is crocodile in slang comes to mind. And what an apt description it is.
So I shut down the bike and gave them my papers. They took me inside the precinct and started their terror tactics. Which starts of like this.
POLICEMAN: “ Your license is expired. Your vehicle’s registration is expired. You know we could impound your vehicle for that? Then you’d have to pay blahblah blahblah!”
To a novice driver this would certainly scare them into forking up the bribe money, which these bastards are obviously gunning for. But I have been a veteran of five shakedowns and know the score. According to FLIM PRINCIPLES OF HOW TO HANDLE CASES OF HIGHWAY EXTORTION.The following rules should be observed.
RULE1. Make this CORRUPT BASTARDS FEEL important by saying ” SIR!” a lot.
Makes their small dicks feel two inches longer.
FLIM: “ Sir …you have to forgive me for the….
RULE 2. ADMIT YOUR MISTAKE DESPITE THE FACT YOU DIDN’T MAKE ANY. ARGUING WITH THEM CAN COST YOU MORE OR GET YOU INTO DEEPER TROUBLE! THESE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS! THEY ARE PREDATORS! LOGIC AND COMMON SENSE ARE NOT PART OF THEIR THINKING PROCESS. Crocodile brains do not evolve.
POLICEMAN: “ So how much would you pay us for letting you go? “
FLIM: “ I ONLY HAVE A HUNDRED BUCKS WITH ME.”
RULE 3. Never admit you have more. THEY’LL TAKE IT ALL!
POLICEMAN: “ That’s too little. We wont accept that. WE CAN THROW YOU IN JAIL FOR THAT AMOUNT! “
FLIM: “ Give me a break.I dont have much with me .”
RULE 4 Don’t give in quickly. MAKE THEM WORK HARD FOR THE BRIBE MONEY! MAKE THESE BASTARDS EARN IT!
POLICEMAN: “ I think you have a lot of money in there. You can’t afford a bike like that if you were poor.”
FLIM: “ Actually it was given to me as part of an inheritance by my GRANDFATHER. He used to ride everyday and now that He is sick he just gave it to me.”
POLICEMAN: “ Sick of what.”
RULE 5. Talk a lot and drown them with as much useless information that you can pound in them.Their brains cannot handle too much data and hopefully they'd suffer a short circuit and drop dead of an anuresim!
FLIM: “ Dislocated his shoulder when he bench pressed 300 pounds.”
POLICEMAN: “ Your grandfather is strong.”
FLIM: “ I have to go home and feed him his steroid shots. So can you please just? Accept my 100 pesos and I promise to bring you tickets to my next film.”
POLICEMAN: “ Why what do you do? “
But then again if there's not much to start with then...you'd just be throwing pebbles in a bottomless pit.
FLIM: “ I'm a theater owner.”
POLICEMAN: “ I can act you know.”
FLIM: “ Well then you should be an actor.”
POLICEMAN: “ I CANT LET YOU GO FOR 100 PESOS. ADD MORE.”
His resistance is almost down. What the hell I’ll add two more. I don’t want to spend the rest of the night arguing about this shit.
FLIM: “ 300 hundred? “
POLICEMAN: “ OK. GIVE ME YOUR MONEY.”
FLIM:” I don’t have change with me. Can you give me the 200 if I give you this 500.”
I JUST BROKE RULE 3!
POLICEMAN: “OK. GIVE ME YOUR MONEY.”
RULE6. Always carry a lot of spare change with you.So that when you get extorted by corrupt policemen you can give them the exact amount.Otherwise.....
I forked it over. And then he walks out. Another policeman walks in and gives me back my papers
FLIM: ” WHERE’S MY CHANGE? “
POLICEMAN: “ I don’t know .It’s with him! “ He points to the tall guy who earlier got my money. Who I assumed to be the duty officer since he is the one sitting on the desk.
I walked over and demand my change.
FLIM: “ Where’s my change.”
The tall policeman then gives the money to this other policeman who tells me to step back inside.
He sits down and begins to write something.
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: “ So WHERE’S THE OTHER 500 PESOS?”
FLIM: “ What other 500 pesos? “
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: “ I WANT 1,000 PESOS! “
FLIM: “ The tall guy said that 300 is ok so I want my change.”
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: ‘ THAT’S HIS CUT! WHAT ABOUT MINE? “
RULE7. When dealing with multiple corrupt policemen always try to gather them in one place. Saves you a lot of time and saliva argueing. And spare yourself the old GOOD COP I 'LL SETTLE FOR 300 AND THE BAD COP " I WANT MORE" ROUTINE
FLIM: “ Well split the 300! “
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: “ Oh that wont do. I want 500 too!”
FLIM: “ Well Im not giving 500! I agreed with 300 and 300 is all you are going to get! I have no qualms about you extorting money. But don’t Welch on the sum.I WANT MY 200 PESOS BACK! MY WIFE WOULD KILL ME! “
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: “ OK. I’LL SETLLE FOR 250. SO YOU JUST LEAVE YOUR 500 AND GO.”
FLIM: “ I m not going unless I have my 200 with me.”
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: “ Well IM GOING TO LOCK YOU UP IN JAIL THEN.”
FLIM: ‘ FINE. SO GIVE ME BACK MY 500 PESOS! SO NO MONEY FOR YOU!”
He starts thinking. He looks at me and taps his pen on the desk.
TAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP.
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN:” Ok. I’ll give you back 100.ok? “
FLIM: “ The deal was 300 pesos. Why can’t you honor that.”?
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: ”400 pesos! You don’t seem to realize that we could impound your vehicle and you’ll have to pay 5,000 pesos.”
FLIM: “ Give me back my 200 pesos.”
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: “ 400 pesos. Here’s your change.”
Hands me 5 dilapidated 20s. Must have come from an earlier extortion. I can sit up all night arguing with this idiot but I don’t have the time. If it was a normal day then I would milk this for what its worth.
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: “ IM NOT GIVING YOU BACK YOUR 400 SO JUST CONTENT YOURSELF WITH THIS.”
I stood up and got the money.This is going to take up all night.I should have just taken the cab instead of the bike!
FLIM: “ I agree. With one condition. YOU PUSH! “
Short fat policeman is holding the back of my bike.
FLIM: “ So run as fast as you can then I trottel the engine.
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN:” I don’t think I should do this. What would people say.”?
Working for your money you corrupt cop!
FLIM: " This wouldnt have happened if you just demanded your extortion money instead of asking for my registration papers.
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN:” I’ll just ask one of the tricycle drivers to do it. I have reputation to protect.
OH INDEED.
As I was pushed and the bike started to run I passed them by they were flagging another motorist for some traffic violation they would trump up later. . I made a mental note never to pass there again. That's CROCODILE POINT. Where you drive by your own peril.
END OF PART 1
Yesterday was truly horrific.
Woke up feeling kind of off tangent. It’s pretty hard to describe. Its like…uhm…how do I say this? Like something is ….uhm off. It started with my accidentally locking off the cave with both sets of key inside. Had to wait for the locksmith for two hours. During the interim Selina dropped my phone and gave the nokia a nasty crack on the upper left corner. So much for the original casing. Locksmith takes forty minutes to have the door opened. I then thought about what would happen next. I mean they say BAD LUCK COMES IN 3'S right? So Now I waited for the other shoe to drop. What would happen next?
Then it was off to the showers.Vinny's birthday bash starts around 6 or something but he said that people can hang out in LINDEN SUITES where the festivities were taking place.I better have a head start before the traffic becomes bad.Packed the FAWLTY TOWERS DVD AND VATEL into my backpack since BIRTHDAY BOY requested that.
VINNIE: " Bring FAWLTY TOWERS and the ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW."
I gunned the MOTORCYCLE. Right then and there I had this odd felling that there was something not quite right with the bike. It didn’t come to life as it usually did. There was a slight half croak to the sound of the engine. But when I revved it, it assumes its normal idling power.
So I was off to LINDEN suites. Along the way I was constantly reminded why I don’t ride the bike after 8 in the morning. The traffic situation is totally horrendous! Left the house at around 3:00 and arrived at the suite at 3:45. The guard at the parking space asked for my license number and such so that I can get afree-parking thingie.
I had to shut down the bike as I got my papers from within the seat. Imagine my surprise when the bike refused to start. But then again I was waiting for the third piece of bad luck to fall into place. NOW MY BAD LUCK IS COMPLETE. IM STUCK INSIDE THE PARKING SPACE WITH DESCENDING RAMPARTS.
Could it be the batteries? But I JUST BOUGHT A NEW ONE DAMN IT! HOW THE FUCK CAN THIS HAPPEN? Which is pretty stupid of me to ask since BAD LUCK HAS No known explanation! It simply is! One of those magical moments where logic is defied and youre just confronted with the indisputable presence of a dead battery.
I parked the bike and just went up the 26th floor. Amazingly I didn’t panic or " hit my head against the wall or flung the helmet against a nearby car " mode. I was like totally resigned to have a really bad day and from that I achieved a certain kind of peace like … A ONENESS WITH THE UNIVERSE ...OF SCREW UPS!
Gig fetched me from the lobby since she has the access key to the room and the elevator.
We got inside the room, which Vinnie rented, for his birthday bash and it was great. It was big with two rooms and one bathroom Stuck in the middle. In such an opulent surrounding, I regaled her with my incredible day. Told her about the theory that bad luck came in 3s.
At one point she told me I was lucky and related IN LAW stories that were pretty shocking like the theft of poultry products within refrigerator premises.
Tried calling my mechanic but he was off in a meeting. Gig found this amusing. Told her that he has annual visits to Germany and Japan for tire conferences and such.
Seems that my bad luck aint letting up. And the chances of me finding a mechanic to help me are growing nil by the hour. Soon other guests were popping up. Carl, Camile and Dean. Jason came in with the DVD player under his arms. Unfortunately he forgot to bring the remote control so that means we can’t’ access chapters and such.
The birthday boy wanted to watch one episode of FAWLTY TOWERS. Since we don’t have the remote I was forced to play it chronologically and we watched the GOURMET NIGHT EPISODE, which I don’t consider really that good. After that everyone was hungry and went to the dinner table there by missing one of the best episodes of the series, which was THE GERMANS that came on next.
Food was great. Especially the BIG BOWL FISH NOODLE something. We talked about chickens and found out that DEAN was a KENTUCKY GRAVY ADDICT TOO.I love gravy. In college I used to order a hot cup of gravy. And would drink it like coffee drinkers do. Sadly not all KENTUCKY OUTLETS gravy tastes the same. The mega mall outlet serves the worst gravy concoction. The best is of course located under the Nagtahan Bridge.
Aside from the great food the topics of conversation was interesting. But I expect nothing less from these guys. Then I received a call from Mike a fellow biker who was good with bike mechanics and informed me that he was free now and this was the only available time that he can help.
AS much as I was having fun I had to excuse myself and get the bike fixed so I would be able to go home that night.
Borrowed Gig's cell phone to keep in touch with Mike because I was out of load already from teh numerous people I texted concerning the dead battery.
Met up with Mike inside the parking lot and he jumpstarted the bike with his car battery. It started idling.
MIKE: " Just what I thought.Its your battery."
FLIM: " But I just bought this battery a few months ago. How the..."
He then tells me to take it home so that I can have the mechanic look at it the following morning.
FLIM: “ But I’m in a party upstairs and…I just cant leave.”
MIKE: “ The bikes working now and we dont know for how long. But once you turn it off its not going to start again.YOU'LL GET STUCK HERE and youd have to find a pick up truck to haul it out of the basement! So you better take it home. The battery doesn’t charge so much.”
I thanked Mike for helping me out. H e told me that if there was any more problems that I can call him. What a great guy.
So I drove up the exit ramp and left the bike running in the front desk. My plan was this. To move the bike to my sister in laws place and then walk back to LINDEN.
I called up Jason from the party and asked a favor if he could bring down the helmet cause I cant leave the bike running. Someone could just drive off with it. Then the guard told me to move it because a car was coming up front. As I was moving the bike it went DEAD AGAIN! ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!
So I called up Mike and asked his help again.
He told me to wait for him. Jason comes down and I gave him Gig’s phone to return to her and tell her thanks. Told him to go up because Camille might be looking for him. But he said that he’d wait a while with me. Very nice of him. We started brainstorming for the visual motif of the docu we were planning. Interesting angles and concepts came out from waiting for Mike.
Jason then goes back to the party. Mike arrives with a pretty girl. This guy is a real oriental James bond. He pops up the car battery and then brings the dead bike back to life for the third time.
MIKE: “ REMEMBER DON’T USE THE HEADLIGHTS WHEN YOU ARE MOVING. IT DEPLETES THE BATTERY’S ENERGY!”
FLIM: “ AS IN RIDE IN SILENT RUNNING? ITS LIKE A DEATH RUNS! WHAT THE FUCK!”
I thank him again. And I put on the helmet then Im off. Suddenly the phone rings. Its one Of the other bikers I knew and called earlier. He tells me to bring the bike over his place so we can charge it up. He also tells me to use a long route so that the bike’s battery would be charged a little.
So I ride around instead of going straight. Everything was ok. I thought that maybe it ends now the streak of bad luck. What a day! Suddenly near the crossway I spy Four policemen. They flag me down.
AWW FUCK ITS THE HEADLIGHTS! NOT NOW! NOT NOW!
POLICEMAN: “ License and registration papers.”
FLIM: “ What did I do? “
So now Its proven that bad luck doesnt come in 3's . They can even extend beyond that.
POLICEMAN: “ Your sticker is marked 2001.”
FLIM: “ But how the fuck would you see that when you stopped me when I was upfront.”
I guess they saw me with my headlights off. And now the specter of a shakedown began to loom over me. Just great. Every time I see a cop it’s always a shakedown. I HAVE NEVER SEEN AN HONEST POLICEMAN IN MY LIFE!A vehicle with a late registration should just get a penalty fee when you renew it. But as I a said Policemen out for extortion money would stop you becuase of the colour of your vehicle clashed with their plebian sensibilties.
FLIM: “ LOOK I CAN’T TURN THE BIKE OFF. ONCE I SHUT IT DOWN IT WONT WORK AGAIN. MY BATTERY IS DEAD. AND MY PAPERS ARE INSIDE AND FOR ME TO GET THE PAPERS I HAVE TO SHUT IT DOWN BECAUSE THE KEY I USE FOR THE IGNITION IS THE KEY I USE FOR THE SEAT…”
Legally these bastards have no right to stop you if you had done nothing wrong.
POLICEMAN: “ License and registration, now! “
IT is said that when a crocodile has set its eyes on a prey it won’t be dissuaded easily. And every time I meet up with policeman the term that drivers use for them, ‘ BUWAYA” which is crocodile in slang comes to mind. And what an apt description it is.
So I shut down the bike and gave them my papers. They took me inside the precinct and started their terror tactics. Which starts of like this.
POLICEMAN: “ Your license is expired. Your vehicle’s registration is expired. You know we could impound your vehicle for that? Then you’d have to pay blahblah blahblah!”
To a novice driver this would certainly scare them into forking up the bribe money, which these bastards are obviously gunning for. But I have been a veteran of five shakedowns and know the score. According to FLIM PRINCIPLES OF HOW TO HANDLE CASES OF HIGHWAY EXTORTION.The following rules should be observed.
RULE1. Make this CORRUPT BASTARDS FEEL important by saying ” SIR!” a lot.
Makes their small dicks feel two inches longer.
FLIM: “ Sir …you have to forgive me for the….
RULE 2. ADMIT YOUR MISTAKE DESPITE THE FACT YOU DIDN’T MAKE ANY. ARGUING WITH THEM CAN COST YOU MORE OR GET YOU INTO DEEPER TROUBLE! THESE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS! THEY ARE PREDATORS! LOGIC AND COMMON SENSE ARE NOT PART OF THEIR THINKING PROCESS. Crocodile brains do not evolve.
POLICEMAN: “ So how much would you pay us for letting you go? “
FLIM: “ I ONLY HAVE A HUNDRED BUCKS WITH ME.”
RULE 3. Never admit you have more. THEY’LL TAKE IT ALL!
POLICEMAN: “ That’s too little. We wont accept that. WE CAN THROW YOU IN JAIL FOR THAT AMOUNT! “
FLIM: “ Give me a break.I dont have much with me .”
RULE 4 Don’t give in quickly. MAKE THEM WORK HARD FOR THE BRIBE MONEY! MAKE THESE BASTARDS EARN IT!
POLICEMAN: “ I think you have a lot of money in there. You can’t afford a bike like that if you were poor.”
FLIM: “ Actually it was given to me as part of an inheritance by my GRANDFATHER. He used to ride everyday and now that He is sick he just gave it to me.”
POLICEMAN: “ Sick of what.”
RULE 5. Talk a lot and drown them with as much useless information that you can pound in them.Their brains cannot handle too much data and hopefully they'd suffer a short circuit and drop dead of an anuresim!
FLIM: “ Dislocated his shoulder when he bench pressed 300 pounds.”
POLICEMAN: “ Your grandfather is strong.”
FLIM: “ I have to go home and feed him his steroid shots. So can you please just? Accept my 100 pesos and I promise to bring you tickets to my next film.”
POLICEMAN: “ Why what do you do? “
But then again if there's not much to start with then...you'd just be throwing pebbles in a bottomless pit.
FLIM: “ I'm a theater owner.”
POLICEMAN: “ I can act you know.”
FLIM: “ Well then you should be an actor.”
POLICEMAN: “ I CANT LET YOU GO FOR 100 PESOS. ADD MORE.”
His resistance is almost down. What the hell I’ll add two more. I don’t want to spend the rest of the night arguing about this shit.
FLIM: “ 300 hundred? “
POLICEMAN: “ OK. GIVE ME YOUR MONEY.”
FLIM:” I don’t have change with me. Can you give me the 200 if I give you this 500.”
I JUST BROKE RULE 3!
POLICEMAN: “OK. GIVE ME YOUR MONEY.”
RULE6. Always carry a lot of spare change with you.So that when you get extorted by corrupt policemen you can give them the exact amount.Otherwise.....
I forked it over. And then he walks out. Another policeman walks in and gives me back my papers
FLIM: ” WHERE’S MY CHANGE? “
POLICEMAN: “ I don’t know .It’s with him! “ He points to the tall guy who earlier got my money. Who I assumed to be the duty officer since he is the one sitting on the desk.
I walked over and demand my change.
FLIM: “ Where’s my change.”
The tall policeman then gives the money to this other policeman who tells me to step back inside.
He sits down and begins to write something.
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: “ So WHERE’S THE OTHER 500 PESOS?”
FLIM: “ What other 500 pesos? “
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: “ I WANT 1,000 PESOS! “
FLIM: “ The tall guy said that 300 is ok so I want my change.”
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: ‘ THAT’S HIS CUT! WHAT ABOUT MINE? “
RULE7. When dealing with multiple corrupt policemen always try to gather them in one place. Saves you a lot of time and saliva argueing. And spare yourself the old GOOD COP I 'LL SETTLE FOR 300 AND THE BAD COP " I WANT MORE" ROUTINE
FLIM: “ Well split the 300! “
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: “ Oh that wont do. I want 500 too!”
FLIM: “ Well Im not giving 500! I agreed with 300 and 300 is all you are going to get! I have no qualms about you extorting money. But don’t Welch on the sum.I WANT MY 200 PESOS BACK! MY WIFE WOULD KILL ME! “
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: “ OK. I’LL SETLLE FOR 250. SO YOU JUST LEAVE YOUR 500 AND GO.”
FLIM: “ I m not going unless I have my 200 with me.”
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: “ Well IM GOING TO LOCK YOU UP IN JAIL THEN.”
FLIM: ‘ FINE. SO GIVE ME BACK MY 500 PESOS! SO NO MONEY FOR YOU!”
He starts thinking. He looks at me and taps his pen on the desk.
TAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP.
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN:” Ok. I’ll give you back 100.ok? “
FLIM: “ The deal was 300 pesos. Why can’t you honor that.”?
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: ”400 pesos! You don’t seem to realize that we could impound your vehicle and you’ll have to pay 5,000 pesos.”
FLIM: “ Give me back my 200 pesos.”
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: “ 400 pesos. Here’s your change.”
Hands me 5 dilapidated 20s. Must have come from an earlier extortion. I can sit up all night arguing with this idiot but I don’t have the time. If it was a normal day then I would milk this for what its worth.
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN: “ IM NOT GIVING YOU BACK YOUR 400 SO JUST CONTENT YOURSELF WITH THIS.”
I stood up and got the money.This is going to take up all night.I should have just taken the cab instead of the bike!
FLIM: “ I agree. With one condition. YOU PUSH! “
Short fat policeman is holding the back of my bike.
FLIM: “ So run as fast as you can then I trottel the engine.
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN:” I don’t think I should do this. What would people say.”?
Working for your money you corrupt cop!
FLIM: " This wouldnt have happened if you just demanded your extortion money instead of asking for my registration papers.
SHORT FAT POLICEMAN:” I’ll just ask one of the tricycle drivers to do it. I have reputation to protect.
OH INDEED.
As I was pushed and the bike started to run I passed them by they were flagging another motorist for some traffic violation they would trump up later. . I made a mental note never to pass there again. That's CROCODILE POINT. Where you drive by your own peril.
END OF PART 1
Saturday, January 11, 2003
PUFFT!PUFFTPUFFT!
I was warming up the motorcycle because I haven’t used it in days. KOJAK the guard of the condo sat down with me as I waited for the engine to heat up.
KOJAK: “ Its tough not to have a wife. My wife left me a month ago now no one will do the laundry for me.”
FLIM: “ ???…”
KOJAK: “ And I miss the smell of a women’s organ on my face.”
FLIM: “ Why don’t you date the tenant in block 25? Seems to have the hots for you.’
KOJAK:” Yuck! She’s too old. She doesnt have any vagina jiuce. Its going to be painful to enter her.She’s 35 years old already I would like someone young .No experience yet so it would be very good.”
FLIM: “ Virgins are boring in bed. They just lie there and wait for you to do all the work.Old women are better.
KOJAK: ”Young girls are tight. Its so good to have them that tight! “
FLIM: “ Why don’t you just do them in the butt. Its tight there too you know.”
KOJAK Id rather do a young homosexual than an old woman. I fucked a homosexual you know.”
FLIM:” How come I'm not surprise.”
KOJAK: “ They’re delicious too.I did him in the ass.iT'S THEIR pussy you know...HOMOSEXUALS...the ass! When i insert my penis into his ass it makes this funny noises!. PUFFT!.... PUFFT!.... PUFFT! Whenever I put it in and I pump inside.PUFFT! PUFFT! PUFFT!
FLIM: ” I dont think I really want to hear that sound.Not in that context.
KOJAK: PUFFT!.....PUFFT! ....PUFFT!"
FLIM: STOP IT! But they have no breast.”
KOJAK:Oh my homosexual girlfriend had breast. I would suck his nipples and he’d groan just like a girl. Then he’ll eat my dick and my balls and suck…HMMMMM He’ll lick me all over and suck my nipples too.wOMEN WONT DO THAT YOU KNOW.MY WIFE WONT! I ASK MY GIRLFRIEND TO SUCK MY PENIS AND SHE SAID ' yuck! its too big! bUT HOMOSEXUALS LIKE ME BIG!
FLIM: " Maybe you just keep meeting the wrong women."
KOJAK: " bUT MY HOMOSEXUAL BOYFRIEND WOULD DO IT. Lick my balls too and suck it slowly like his blowing a bubblegum.Then he’ll put liotion on my dick and I’ll insert it inside his ass and…PUFFT! PUFFT! PUFFT!
FLIM: “ Well to each his own. How do you satisfy him?”
KOJAK: “ PUFFT! PUFFT! I’ll hold his dick and play with it.PUFFT!PUFFT! PUFFT!
FLIM: “ So that makes you kinda like a homosexual too.”
KOJAK: “ That’s the problem. When you spend a lot of time fucking a homosexual. You end up being one. Its contagious! I have a friend who used to be a man and he just fucks this homosexual for money.In the end he is a homosexual too.”
FLIM: “ So are you one? “
KOJAK: “ I don’t know. All I know is I miss fucking someone in the ass.PUFFT! PUFFT! PUFFT!
He left me straddling my motorcyle and the sound of PUFFT!..PUFFT!PUFFT! PUFFT! receding in the distance.
You learn something new everyday.
I was warming up the motorcycle because I haven’t used it in days. KOJAK the guard of the condo sat down with me as I waited for the engine to heat up.
KOJAK: “ Its tough not to have a wife. My wife left me a month ago now no one will do the laundry for me.”
FLIM: “ ???…”
KOJAK: “ And I miss the smell of a women’s organ on my face.”
FLIM: “ Why don’t you date the tenant in block 25? Seems to have the hots for you.’
KOJAK:” Yuck! She’s too old. She doesnt have any vagina jiuce. Its going to be painful to enter her.She’s 35 years old already I would like someone young .No experience yet so it would be very good.”
FLIM: “ Virgins are boring in bed. They just lie there and wait for you to do all the work.Old women are better.
KOJAK: ”Young girls are tight. Its so good to have them that tight! “
FLIM: “ Why don’t you just do them in the butt. Its tight there too you know.”
KOJAK Id rather do a young homosexual than an old woman. I fucked a homosexual you know.”
FLIM:” How come I'm not surprise.”
KOJAK: “ They’re delicious too.I did him in the ass.iT'S THEIR pussy you know...HOMOSEXUALS...the ass! When i insert my penis into his ass it makes this funny noises!. PUFFT!.... PUFFT!.... PUFFT! Whenever I put it in and I pump inside.PUFFT! PUFFT! PUFFT!
FLIM: ” I dont think I really want to hear that sound.Not in that context.
KOJAK: PUFFT!.....PUFFT! ....PUFFT!"
FLIM: STOP IT! But they have no breast.”
KOJAK:Oh my homosexual girlfriend had breast. I would suck his nipples and he’d groan just like a girl. Then he’ll eat my dick and my balls and suck…HMMMMM He’ll lick me all over and suck my nipples too.wOMEN WONT DO THAT YOU KNOW.MY WIFE WONT! I ASK MY GIRLFRIEND TO SUCK MY PENIS AND SHE SAID ' yuck! its too big! bUT HOMOSEXUALS LIKE ME BIG!
FLIM: " Maybe you just keep meeting the wrong women."
KOJAK: " bUT MY HOMOSEXUAL BOYFRIEND WOULD DO IT. Lick my balls too and suck it slowly like his blowing a bubblegum.Then he’ll put liotion on my dick and I’ll insert it inside his ass and…PUFFT! PUFFT! PUFFT!
FLIM: “ Well to each his own. How do you satisfy him?”
KOJAK: “ PUFFT! PUFFT! I’ll hold his dick and play with it.PUFFT!PUFFT! PUFFT!
FLIM: “ So that makes you kinda like a homosexual too.”
KOJAK: “ That’s the problem. When you spend a lot of time fucking a homosexual. You end up being one. Its contagious! I have a friend who used to be a man and he just fucks this homosexual for money.In the end he is a homosexual too.”
FLIM: “ So are you one? “
KOJAK: “ I don’t know. All I know is I miss fucking someone in the ass.PUFFT! PUFFT! PUFFT!
He left me straddling my motorcyle and the sound of PUFFT!..PUFFT!PUFFT! PUFFT! receding in the distance.
You learn something new everyday.
THANK GOD the METRO MANILA film festival is over. Now we can watch good films instead of that shitty crap the public officials are shoving down our troats. WHO THE FUCK are they to force us to watch those inane BONG REVILLA movies and those Hollywood rip offs? Why should we spend our hard earned cash to watch inferior duplicate pieces of shit when we could just watch the original Hollywood pieces of shit?
Two weeks of crap! There’s MANO po, which is a copy of the JOY LUCK CLUB, and then that SPIRIT something, which boasts of special effects at par with Hollywood.YEAH SO WHAT? The Koreans and Hong Kong have great special effects houses but they do NOT MIMIC THE AMERICAN STYLE but have a UNIQUE VOICE OF THEIR OWN. SHAOLIN SOCCER and VOLCANO HIGH illustrates this fact. Sadly VOLCANO HIGH isn’t that good but who cares its still original.
When I saw the Japanese version of the RING in GREENBELT I saw a lot of directors there. PEQUE GALLAGA and LORIE REYES among others. And when the film was finished you could hear some of them talking
“ SO LETS come up with something like the RING But original.”
‘ YEAH! COOL! COOL! How about a FAX MACHINE? It faxes messages that say if you receive this you will die in three days.”
“ NO! How about a cell phone? When you receive this text YOU WILL DIE IN THREE DAYS? “
Goes to show how original our local talent is. Personally I prefer the Hollywood style of stealing. At least they buy the rights of the movie and then they butcher them to death. The creators of the film get paid a lot to see their work destroyed but THEY GET PAID! Filipino films JUST STEAL! PERIOD! The film PROSTI is a glaring example of this. The director watched IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE and copied it. He thought that it wouldn’t be shown locally. He was DEAD WRONG!
Then there’s this interview of a producer of a local film company that I saw years. Goes something like this.
PRODUCER: “ Here at REYNA FILMS we want to strive to make films that are original in content and done with Filipino sensibilities.”
REPORTER: “ So what’s your next project? “
PRODUCER: “ Its an adaptation of WUTHERING HEIGHTS.”
Then she smiles her fifteen-headstone grin.
The local filmmakers can go and buy the latest MOTION CONTROL CAMERAS and state of the art digital effects tools and the have yours but since their stories still suck then their movies will just be big budget special effects movies that suck…BIG TIME
Two weeks of crap! There’s MANO po, which is a copy of the JOY LUCK CLUB, and then that SPIRIT something, which boasts of special effects at par with Hollywood.YEAH SO WHAT? The Koreans and Hong Kong have great special effects houses but they do NOT MIMIC THE AMERICAN STYLE but have a UNIQUE VOICE OF THEIR OWN. SHAOLIN SOCCER and VOLCANO HIGH illustrates this fact. Sadly VOLCANO HIGH isn’t that good but who cares its still original.
When I saw the Japanese version of the RING in GREENBELT I saw a lot of directors there. PEQUE GALLAGA and LORIE REYES among others. And when the film was finished you could hear some of them talking
“ SO LETS come up with something like the RING But original.”
‘ YEAH! COOL! COOL! How about a FAX MACHINE? It faxes messages that say if you receive this you will die in three days.”
“ NO! How about a cell phone? When you receive this text YOU WILL DIE IN THREE DAYS? “
Goes to show how original our local talent is. Personally I prefer the Hollywood style of stealing. At least they buy the rights of the movie and then they butcher them to death. The creators of the film get paid a lot to see their work destroyed but THEY GET PAID! Filipino films JUST STEAL! PERIOD! The film PROSTI is a glaring example of this. The director watched IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE and copied it. He thought that it wouldn’t be shown locally. He was DEAD WRONG!
Then there’s this interview of a producer of a local film company that I saw years. Goes something like this.
PRODUCER: “ Here at REYNA FILMS we want to strive to make films that are original in content and done with Filipino sensibilities.”
REPORTER: “ So what’s your next project? “
PRODUCER: “ Its an adaptation of WUTHERING HEIGHTS.”
Then she smiles her fifteen-headstone grin.
The local filmmakers can go and buy the latest MOTION CONTROL CAMERAS and state of the art digital effects tools and the have yours but since their stories still suck then their movies will just be big budget special effects movies that suck…BIG TIME
Friday, January 10, 2003
I saw The LORD OF THE RINGS TWO TOWERS last night. At Robinson’s last night and I was so happy because the theater was almost empty. No one talks or makes loud reactions. No running commentaries from idiots in the back Its like watching it at my home theater and it was great!
Im not going to rave about how great the movie was because it is. It’s just stating the obvious. Im going to rave about how great it is to watch at that theater. They have state of the art sound and the screen isn’t so big.
My sister complained that theater screens now are getting smaller. But I said that it’s better to have it at that width and height because it ensures maximum brightness and clarity for the image. If you project it big.yes it has scale but no quality. Theaters now are becoming smaller and intimate but the prices are also soaring because of the limited amount of viewers they can house.
Now if the screens continue to shrink why wouldn’t it be a more vaiable option to just rent the dads and invest in a home theater system?
You wont have any coughing in the back and thus lessen the chances of you getting the EBOLA VIRUS from your viewing partner. When you cannot understand a line of dialogue you can pop up the subtitles. Or if you didn’t get a scene you can re play the said chapter. Or if you want to take a leak you can push the pause button. And the danger of you getting blown up by terrorists goesout by almost half a mile.
And you don’t have to stand up and pay allegiance to the flag whenever they play the national anthem because personally, the way this country is being run, Id rather spit on it!
Im not going to rave about how great the movie was because it is. It’s just stating the obvious. Im going to rave about how great it is to watch at that theater. They have state of the art sound and the screen isn’t so big.
My sister complained that theater screens now are getting smaller. But I said that it’s better to have it at that width and height because it ensures maximum brightness and clarity for the image. If you project it big.yes it has scale but no quality. Theaters now are becoming smaller and intimate but the prices are also soaring because of the limited amount of viewers they can house.
Now if the screens continue to shrink why wouldn’t it be a more vaiable option to just rent the dads and invest in a home theater system?
You wont have any coughing in the back and thus lessen the chances of you getting the EBOLA VIRUS from your viewing partner. When you cannot understand a line of dialogue you can pop up the subtitles. Or if you didn’t get a scene you can re play the said chapter. Or if you want to take a leak you can push the pause button. And the danger of you getting blown up by terrorists goesout by almost half a mile.
And you don’t have to stand up and pay allegiance to the flag whenever they play the national anthem because personally, the way this country is being run, Id rather spit on it!
Thursday, January 09, 2003
Been locked in the editing room for two days now.Not enough sleeping hours just to finish this one single shot that would run for a mere 30 seconds.CECILE tells me that I'm spending too much time on that one particular shot when its the whole picture that counts.She is right in a way but this particular shot sets the mood for the entire film.This mere 30 second shot is not just a shot or a cut. It sets the whole tone of the movie and if its going to take me another week to do it then I must.My self imposed isolation is broken when ever SELINA drops by.Unannounced the door would open and then I'd see her smiling face peep thru the side.
She'd utter something in her sweet voice that I think is GOOD MORNING in the BABYLONIAN DIALECT and run towards me
She can open doors now.AMAZING!
I then switch to the disney channel and she'd lied down on the couch and...vegitate.
After two hours or so ..the maid would come in and drag her kicking and screaming. Alone again.Just me and the three blinking screens.
Food is delivered thru a small slit in the door.The sun rises and sets on my window and that is the only sign of Mother Nature that I can see.Despite my isolation from the outside world.I am ONE WITH THE UNIVERSE.The tv has cable which I randomly change from the DISCOVERY CHANNEL to the INDIAN stations.My computer is connected to the web and constantly surfs thru my favorite sights. Downloading cool stuff in the net. I keep in touch with friends in JAPAN, GERMANY and DUBAI. I have a female friend from NOVIA SCOTIA who rides the same motorcycle I do and we constantly update one another about the latest parts that will enchance its running performance.She's a motorcycle mechanic by the way.I monitor the toys and dvds that I'm selling and buyers from all over the world are bidding.
When finishing the script draft and I need more information on tropical squalls I just punch up the key word and information erupts like the love juice of an elephant thru my fingertips.
After four hours of writing and editing ( All at the same time.) I feel like relaxing and decide that I want to go shopping so I punch up the things I need. DVDS, ACTION FIGURES or A ZOOM LENS ATTACHMENT? And I go thru the catalogue and scan teh merchandise without leaving my chair.
Hmmm someone in Orange county is selling a rare IRONMAN GOLD VARIANT.Yikes more expensive than the one being sold in CALCUTTA.Nahh I'll just buy SELINA twelve more vcds of BARNEY.
I then shift to our message board and help someone who's having focusing problems with his camera in ALBAQUERQY( I know that's not the correct spelling but phonetically I think its correct!)
From the outside I guesss people would think what the hell does he do inside that room for days now ? Sleep? Far from it!Id dose from time to time but in fractions.
Inside the room I AM ONE WITH THE WORLD!
While editing I shift my chair from the editing machine to the computer and create the drawings for the FUCKBOY FUCKING ANIMATED ADVENTURE.I remember a time when I drew that I can smell the unique aroma of the lead pencil. The fragrant scent of the eraser and its shavings as they splatter my creased and worn oslo paper.Then theresthe pugent odour of the water colour or poster color pigment that follows as I dip my brush in.
Now there's nothing.Just the flickering monitor and the loud click like barks of the mouse.
When you make a mistake with the water colour you get another paper. You cant erase that.
With computer drawing you can erase anything! Delete everything! So the record of your drawing blunder's passing ceased to be.
How sad.
She'd utter something in her sweet voice that I think is GOOD MORNING in the BABYLONIAN DIALECT and run towards me
She can open doors now.AMAZING!
I then switch to the disney channel and she'd lied down on the couch and...vegitate.
After two hours or so ..the maid would come in and drag her kicking and screaming. Alone again.Just me and the three blinking screens.
Food is delivered thru a small slit in the door.The sun rises and sets on my window and that is the only sign of Mother Nature that I can see.Despite my isolation from the outside world.I am ONE WITH THE UNIVERSE.The tv has cable which I randomly change from the DISCOVERY CHANNEL to the INDIAN stations.My computer is connected to the web and constantly surfs thru my favorite sights. Downloading cool stuff in the net. I keep in touch with friends in JAPAN, GERMANY and DUBAI. I have a female friend from NOVIA SCOTIA who rides the same motorcycle I do and we constantly update one another about the latest parts that will enchance its running performance.She's a motorcycle mechanic by the way.I monitor the toys and dvds that I'm selling and buyers from all over the world are bidding.
When finishing the script draft and I need more information on tropical squalls I just punch up the key word and information erupts like the love juice of an elephant thru my fingertips.
After four hours of writing and editing ( All at the same time.) I feel like relaxing and decide that I want to go shopping so I punch up the things I need. DVDS, ACTION FIGURES or A ZOOM LENS ATTACHMENT? And I go thru the catalogue and scan teh merchandise without leaving my chair.
Hmmm someone in Orange county is selling a rare IRONMAN GOLD VARIANT.Yikes more expensive than the one being sold in CALCUTTA.Nahh I'll just buy SELINA twelve more vcds of BARNEY.
I then shift to our message board and help someone who's having focusing problems with his camera in ALBAQUERQY( I know that's not the correct spelling but phonetically I think its correct!)
From the outside I guesss people would think what the hell does he do inside that room for days now ? Sleep? Far from it!Id dose from time to time but in fractions.
Inside the room I AM ONE WITH THE WORLD!
While editing I shift my chair from the editing machine to the computer and create the drawings for the FUCKBOY FUCKING ANIMATED ADVENTURE.I remember a time when I drew that I can smell the unique aroma of the lead pencil. The fragrant scent of the eraser and its shavings as they splatter my creased and worn oslo paper.Then theresthe pugent odour of the water colour or poster color pigment that follows as I dip my brush in.
Now there's nothing.Just the flickering monitor and the loud click like barks of the mouse.
When you make a mistake with the water colour you get another paper. You cant erase that.
With computer drawing you can erase anything! Delete everything! So the record of your drawing blunder's passing ceased to be.
How sad.
UGHHHH That Bong Revilla is on tv again.Talking about the exact same things he said the last time he was on the tube. Which was a couple of months ago.He talks about making head ways and everything but he still couldnt say who are the master mind behind the piracy problems. Strangely enough he doesnt mention the strange stories that circulate that they dont actually destroy the dvds or cds or vcds they confiscate but in actuality they haul it iover the giant CAVITE mall where THEY SELL THEM! During their last raid in Makati The vendors told me that they hauled off even the dvd players. THEY HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO THAT! And they were saying that it was going to be teh christmas gift for their elatives. Obviously they are not implementing the law but twisting it and corrupting it to suit their nefarious schemes.
Incidentally his movie sucks ! Yes they can almost copy hollywood special effects but cant they at least come up with something original? Like who wants to see another manifestation of BULLET time and this time with BONG REVILLA> NOW WHY ON EARTH WOULD I WANT TO SEE THAT ?!
Incidentally his movie sucks ! Yes they can almost copy hollywood special effects but cant they at least come up with something original? Like who wants to see another manifestation of BULLET time and this time with BONG REVILLA> NOW WHY ON EARTH WOULD I WANT TO SEE THAT ?!
Spent last weekend at polo club with Cecile and her family. Wasnt feeling very spiffy on account of entertaining a midnight guest the day before. V took me home after the house-warming thing with IASON. Damn nice of him so I invited him for some MONTY PYTHON and chicken currie. Showed him the MONTY PYTHON SPECIAL called PARROT SKETCHES NOT INCLUDED. Wasn’t as good as the previous pythons. I guess they should have included the PARROT SKECTH.Midway during the tape I asked him if he ever saw THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW.
He said he didn’t.
So I popped that one up.
I must have seen this picture a hundred times and it’s still incredible. Watched this when I was in first year high school and had to go thru the AVENIDA downtown cinemas. I saw it on the last show. And when I exited the theater the streets were deserted and very dark. I couldn’t even flag a jeep or a back at that time so I had to walk. And I was so damn scared that a DR FRANKENFURTHER in black stockings and high gloss lipstick would accost me.
V loved the movie and managed to stay awake even when it ended at 4 AM. Then I reheated the chicken curry and discussed the movie. I cant seem to remember our exact dialogue since I was already half asleep during that time.
After spending four hours in bed I had to wake up for the family thingies with Cecile.
Lunch was TEMPURA and lots of MISO SOUP. There was going to be a badminton match and I was participating. If I ate a lot of heavy food then I wouldn’t be as lithe as I would like to be. So I just got fish and soup.
The badminton area was full of people. I never thought that badminton was EVER a popular sport. The last time I played BADMINTON in polo was around 6 years ago and I don’t recall any one playing at the court that time. Well goes to show what I know.
REESE provided the rackets. Professional racquets mind you not the wooden ones I was trained with.
Yes I am a MASTER BADMINTON player…well Im a bit out of shape now. But I was during my prime. I was trained by a three of the best badminton players in the world. And all of them were our maids.
They thought me how to hold the racquet and how to hit as far away as possible do that your opponent would be heaving and breathing while they catch the shuttlecock. They also taught me that when you serve you must always drive the shuttlecock downwards so that your opponent cannot EVER HIT THE SHUTTLE COCK!
We didn’t play on wooden floor boards waxed daily . We ran on cement pavement. Uneven and pock faced.No rubber shoes just slippers, THE SPARTA KIND. We never played with the universal rule. We used the STREET RULES AS in EVERYTHING GOES! Right down to the point of smashing your racquet when you lose. Since they were made of the wooden variety and not expensive they can indulge in a bit of theatrics that threaten to rob the victor of their moment of glory.
Ahh Those were the days. Now there’s high tech raquets enginnered for maximum durability and effectiveness.Sigh. After an one hour and a half my arm muscles began trying to tear themselves off from me and I had to relax.
I still haven’t slept my daily quota and I was feeling a little bit…funcky. Read RISING STARS while the others played tennis. It was pretty good but not a fun read when you only had four hour sleep.
Near the polo field we unwinded and Reese ordered the delicious POLO BURGER.And I swear I have never ever tasted a burger as good as this. I tasted it briefly when Cecile cut me a slice from her s. DAMN I SHOULD HAVE ORDERED THAT INSTEAD OF THE TEMPURA! Normally I thought good burgers would only be found in BIG BROTHERS or the ones I make at home.( Modesty aside.Ahem! ) Anyways Reese good naturedly offered me half a slice from hers.( What a generous gal.)So I waited with anti-ci--------pation. And when it arrived Cecile’s neice said that she wanted one. So REESE offers her the other half and then shared her half with me. I m amazed with her generosity its like something out of the 1001 NIGHTS.
So there I was with my quarter slice of the best burger this part of manila. I tried to bite increments of it so that I can acertain what secret recipe they used but alas one can only bite so much. So I just enjoyed the meal and gorged myself with the French fries which is also damn good!
Took Selina on a small tour on the field. She wasn’t interested in grown men chasing a ball on horse back. She just WANTED TO EAT GRASS. Wel at least she knows what she wants.
On the way home I slept like a log. And had to be jarred out of the car.It was a nice cool Sunday.Must have that burger again.
Read in the papers that the President said that she was making a big personal sacrifice by not running again for another term. There is something inherently wrong with this statement. After mussing about that for a few seconds I told myself THAT IS THE BIGGEST PIECE OF BULLSHIT I HEARD ALL WEEK. WHAT PERSONAL SACRIFICE? You mean serving your country is a personal sacrifice? Being massacred by the press and trying to defend her local policies with tooth and nail is something she loves to do? Since when is not running for president such a big personal sacrifice?
Well if you run for office because of the power you will wield for personal gain then IT IS A BIG PERSONAL SACRIFICE NOT TO RUN. Her statement truly betrays what she is. A SMALL POWER HUNGRY HOBBIT. I bet she knows where she buried the body of Deagol. It’s a good thing she wont run because I WILL NEVER VOTE FOR HER IN A THOUSAND YEARS!
And I don’t buy that crap about not running. She’s just saying that because of the recent surveys that showed her at the bottom of the shit pile. She’s going to announce by the end of the year that the she changed her mind because of the so-called “ overwhelming cry
For her to run again. SHE’S SO DAMN PREDICTABLE.
He said he didn’t.
So I popped that one up.
I must have seen this picture a hundred times and it’s still incredible. Watched this when I was in first year high school and had to go thru the AVENIDA downtown cinemas. I saw it on the last show. And when I exited the theater the streets were deserted and very dark. I couldn’t even flag a jeep or a back at that time so I had to walk. And I was so damn scared that a DR FRANKENFURTHER in black stockings and high gloss lipstick would accost me.
V loved the movie and managed to stay awake even when it ended at 4 AM. Then I reheated the chicken curry and discussed the movie. I cant seem to remember our exact dialogue since I was already half asleep during that time.
After spending four hours in bed I had to wake up for the family thingies with Cecile.
Lunch was TEMPURA and lots of MISO SOUP. There was going to be a badminton match and I was participating. If I ate a lot of heavy food then I wouldn’t be as lithe as I would like to be. So I just got fish and soup.
The badminton area was full of people. I never thought that badminton was EVER a popular sport. The last time I played BADMINTON in polo was around 6 years ago and I don’t recall any one playing at the court that time. Well goes to show what I know.
REESE provided the rackets. Professional racquets mind you not the wooden ones I was trained with.
Yes I am a MASTER BADMINTON player…well Im a bit out of shape now. But I was during my prime. I was trained by a three of the best badminton players in the world. And all of them were our maids.
They thought me how to hold the racquet and how to hit as far away as possible do that your opponent would be heaving and breathing while they catch the shuttlecock. They also taught me that when you serve you must always drive the shuttlecock downwards so that your opponent cannot EVER HIT THE SHUTTLE COCK!
We didn’t play on wooden floor boards waxed daily . We ran on cement pavement. Uneven and pock faced.No rubber shoes just slippers, THE SPARTA KIND. We never played with the universal rule. We used the STREET RULES AS in EVERYTHING GOES! Right down to the point of smashing your racquet when you lose. Since they were made of the wooden variety and not expensive they can indulge in a bit of theatrics that threaten to rob the victor of their moment of glory.
Ahh Those were the days. Now there’s high tech raquets enginnered for maximum durability and effectiveness.Sigh. After an one hour and a half my arm muscles began trying to tear themselves off from me and I had to relax.
I still haven’t slept my daily quota and I was feeling a little bit…funcky. Read RISING STARS while the others played tennis. It was pretty good but not a fun read when you only had four hour sleep.
Near the polo field we unwinded and Reese ordered the delicious POLO BURGER.And I swear I have never ever tasted a burger as good as this. I tasted it briefly when Cecile cut me a slice from her s. DAMN I SHOULD HAVE ORDERED THAT INSTEAD OF THE TEMPURA! Normally I thought good burgers would only be found in BIG BROTHERS or the ones I make at home.( Modesty aside.Ahem! ) Anyways Reese good naturedly offered me half a slice from hers.( What a generous gal.)So I waited with anti-ci--------pation. And when it arrived Cecile’s neice said that she wanted one. So REESE offers her the other half and then shared her half with me. I m amazed with her generosity its like something out of the 1001 NIGHTS.
So there I was with my quarter slice of the best burger this part of manila. I tried to bite increments of it so that I can acertain what secret recipe they used but alas one can only bite so much. So I just enjoyed the meal and gorged myself with the French fries which is also damn good!
Took Selina on a small tour on the field. She wasn’t interested in grown men chasing a ball on horse back. She just WANTED TO EAT GRASS. Wel at least she knows what she wants.
On the way home I slept like a log. And had to be jarred out of the car.It was a nice cool Sunday.Must have that burger again.
Read in the papers that the President said that she was making a big personal sacrifice by not running again for another term. There is something inherently wrong with this statement. After mussing about that for a few seconds I told myself THAT IS THE BIGGEST PIECE OF BULLSHIT I HEARD ALL WEEK. WHAT PERSONAL SACRIFICE? You mean serving your country is a personal sacrifice? Being massacred by the press and trying to defend her local policies with tooth and nail is something she loves to do? Since when is not running for president such a big personal sacrifice?
Well if you run for office because of the power you will wield for personal gain then IT IS A BIG PERSONAL SACRIFICE NOT TO RUN. Her statement truly betrays what she is. A SMALL POWER HUNGRY HOBBIT. I bet she knows where she buried the body of Deagol. It’s a good thing she wont run because I WILL NEVER VOTE FOR HER IN A THOUSAND YEARS!
And I don’t buy that crap about not running. She’s just saying that because of the recent surveys that showed her at the bottom of the shit pile. She’s going to announce by the end of the year that the she changed her mind because of the so-called “ overwhelming cry
For her to run again. SHE’S SO DAMN PREDICTABLE.
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