Ma'as-salam Max

While the world said its tearful GOODBYE to the King of Pop, I said mine in Arabic to an Indian dude. (He too like MJ, will be sorely missed. But our parting time isn't tearful though, oh yeah, bec my bud's still breathing and kicking! :D)

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So after seasons of battling homesickness doldrum, he had, w/ mixed emotions, packed his stuffs and stepped-out of the Arab ground. I gamble he went for the rightful pick– Family. Possibly at this moment, they are busily unwinding together in restoring what were mislaid. It could be a casual dinner perhaps?, a leisure stroll?, or series of bedtime stories w/ kid’does. Whatsoever, all I could picture are eclectic grins on their faces whilst sipping the glory of divine times together. His attendance in the environs of his once deserted home, I claim, would fortify the body and spirit of the guy’s ailing Mom. Sure well, because Maximo’s presence on someone’s side is a source of blessing. Fond of making people special, his approach is as cool as cucumber, amity’s as good as gold - for it knew no border.

My profound gratitude to you for having been my no. 1 fan-reader of my every WeBlogs when I started it on Friendster 3 yrs ago. Your then prejudiced remarks had stirred my sanity to post much as I could come hell or high water, so to earn you ear-clapping comments.:D Pronto, your extra wish is my command! – and man, here you are, modeling into my writing canvas; and though, I’ve been siesta-deprived, I remain energized while painting your “left-overs” with cool colors. Kudos for the unwavering compassion in you which accessed the depressed. Ghee, I’d be missing your charity as well (lolz!). But hey, how could you be so intrepid in disclosing your plot of mimicking my journalism style, ha?? You are unrivaled in your own remember so confession does belong to me, - I, point in fact, aspire to grab a slice of your unassuming nature which is far-more attention-grabbing.

(me, tita rox, daughter ai, couples nancy, rmel, bing & mel, max & jojo)

(top photo: Max w/ my 1 yr old niece Jen, 3 yrs old nephew Yom)

BTW, T.Y. for the Giordano Tees (your personally-delivered bday present) in this NY’s eve photo; And will I put behind your valor in tossing-down some pretty servings of Tequila w/o qualms?. You genuinely aim to celebrate the Red-Day with us. So from me and my then Pinoy housemates here in the Emirates, we say CHEERS to you & God Speed :)!

(A RE-POST, taken from my FS Blog)

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Photo-shooting “Freedom”

Barely a week after our very own "Independence Day" were, for 111th time, commemorated, my blogging head remain wordless, brain’s empty as my eyes ogle slothfully before my virus-plagued PC. I ponder what to write in honor of the occassion - and of my History Professor who once taught our snoring class to never disregard the red day of liberation in the Calendar, even we, then the nation's hope and future aged or desert the Philippines for good.

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Because myself is yet to be liberated from the yoke of my own "slavery" in its many forms and types, I resolved to post some of my 2008 vacation snapshots, which i find relevant for my kinda' late topic. The same I fortunately swim through the pool of my digi-photos which are screaming to be published.

AJ the paparazzi,

Kindly note, the stolen shots I got here were taken in JUST ONE DAY from a tourist bus I rode in one of my “I badly need to enjoy” trip back home, there in Manila’s thickly-populated suburb. Luckily, my "hidey-hole" is well-elevated and well-tinted, perfect for my snooping task and great for concealing my prowling eyes from the latent wrath [and ugh, stone!] of my both blundering and innocent targets.

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The virtual evidence I squirrel away, albeit are common "attraction" in the Island questions the faith & loyalty of even the most patriotic Pinoy alive as the pix attest the sad truth that ours, the so-called land of happy and free we're still the same chaotic state centuries ago - in dire need of cultural transformation - and the same kind of people, - in dire need of character renewal.

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It is no secret, we're not yet FREE from -

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- lowly neighbors who embody the country's deep and abiding poverty...
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of ordinary citizen who've been fed up and worn-out in outliving each day ...
. of men and women who defy the road's peace and order rules ...
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of assylum seekers promdi' smitten by the capital's charm but ended-up the city's eyesore ...
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of society's bandits and thugs who are good at making headlines by their own criminal darkside..

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of troubled young people who trail the outlawed path and emulate the self-governing stance of their seniors....

Care for Change, anyone?

Pardon my pessimistic thoughts. And for sounding like Im vilifying my own "ningas-kugon" race and conflict-prone community. But hey, im just practicing transparency and FREEDOM of expression here. Inshalla' (God's will) when I return home and take street photos next time, I'll be seeing Freedom or Independence na in a positive angle and different light.

I'll let you know. T.G.I.F.

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An InRetrospect

To rest my freaking senses (and yours as well), I am giving you something light and cute for the weekend - My very own scandal.. este, my story as a young boy many moons ago :)

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So If Superman can spin-back the Earth for real, I would ask him to stop it during my naïve days. Back to the time where my world is small yet filled with genuine smile, animation and fondness; Where fun and adventure rule over petty grudges and worries; and when the heart is full of marvel to experience the unknown. Above all, when the future is emancipated from life’s grim uncertainties.

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“The Missing Pandesal”

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How can I overlook nanay’s morning embrace when I was 5? Her tap in my back and sweet caress is like the warmth of a rising sun grooming me for the joy of a new day, and of my regular breakfast - plain rice swamped with sweetened coffee, altered with freshly-baked pandesal (bread) in melting butter. The latter she would asked me to enjoy with little (and to speculate, breakfast-deprived) peers outdoor. I comprehend thru her the essence of SHARING & GIVING – even at sometimes, or at most times, nothing left to my tiny hand at all - like what happened to my pandesal that morning. I remember coming back to her and said: "Mother, Mother, I learned as well the value of grip and vigilance". :D.

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“AJ’s Pet"
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The untimely murder of my First pet is one of my eardrum-braking scream recorded when I was 7. Mine is not the usual one - A chicken mistakenly known as crow for his deep black feather and long beak causing my superstition-loving neighbors to name him Uwak (Tagalog for crow). My peculiar bird, to my great horror and dismay was gunshot by a cold-blooded assassin which I failed to probe and murder-back (kidding). Dinner time. I remain in grief-mode and in tears. Not only for my chiken’s sudden exit, but incensed by the fact that an uncle double-murdered, cooked and served his chopped limbs to my very front. Did AJ consumed it? Not certain. But what I'm sure about is I LOVE TINOLANG MANOK (and my pet, -my poor turned delicious pet - was prepared to me in such a way). :(

“My Big Day”

I muse over the day when my doting Tatay would asked me to choose between goin’ for a local Karate film with P20 in the pocket (something P200 now) or a food treat at home for my special day. Clever me at 8, I opted for cash & film - knowing my fave’ auntie (+) who has a heart of gold would still make for me her sticky rice (biko) and chinese noodle specialty (pansit) – “for long-life” she whispered, her generous way of covering the normal absence of cake, ice-cream and balloons in my bdays (which father, i understand can't afford back then). It was a Cool bid. One of the bestest treat or trick present I had. Hapi pouch + Hapi belly = HAPI-BDAY to me! To my late Aunt Remy, if she read mine thoughts from a distance, Txs for making my many bdays complete, and noteworthy :)

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“Monster Wheel”

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Home-town Feast. Lots of games, funny shows and rides. I’ve been an avid patron of the event that I would hunger myself at school just to save moolah and pay for the fiesta' carnival gimmicks. But there is this one attraction-ride I learnt to curse after giving me an indescribable tremors at 9. The illustrious Ferriswheel of George Ferris. I dare thought suing the Genius behind, and make his creepy invention be held liable for my acrophobia. Last Dubai Eid Festival, I did attempt facing my fear of open height with another round of FW ride. Alas, the emotional pay-off I had 20 years ago, just went exactly the same. Heck the irony, I’ve been 100,000 ft. above the ground by airplane several times (more than my age actually) and im feeling cloud nine (but this ..@!# mechanism!). As an adult at least, I no longer sh*t my pant!.:D
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"Rainy Day Connection"

“Rain, rain go-away, come again another day!” My young fellow’s ritual song as they care to play in dry soil. But not my rhyme when I was 10 and below. I fancy on heavy rain w/c cascade similar to a waterfall flowing fastly over my head. Dang! I badly miss those wet days of merriment and careless abandon when the nature touches closely my skull, skin and carefree spirit - and when I madly spool my naked body (picture here a dog freed by the master) in thick beds of grass, of fading brown mud, and tough wind. My parents, ah they could outshine the rage of thunder and lightning as they lo and behold their precious son (me), in they think disgusting, for me is divine state.

I freaked-out to the fullest when our town's rice-field metamorphosed into an exciting swimming ground for there is where I can dip my legs and bathe liberally all the way, - oblivious whether I swim-deep with "non-humans" and gulp the “mineral” from the natural water.

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Just Another Woman in Shame

Sex, Lies & Videotapes of Pinay Celebrity continues. Spicier this time. Water Pls!
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Give way to the Queen,

I remember, Sunshine Cruz’ lip-smacking short film set an action-star hubby in wrath; Criselda Volks’ "i pay you by myself" casino scandal is addicting as well as tearjerking; Ethel Booba’s flaunting of her glory in the presence of a Giant BF (and they say, mongoloid) is comic and dumb. My favorite Angel Locsin and Jennilyn Mercado's xxx at least was a hoax.

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To oust and shy ‘em all, we all heard this Katrina Halili’s burlesk video courtesy of Vicky belo’s flirting boyfriend - the famous Dr. Hayden Kho who confessed he did it so with careful and malicious intent. But wait, what’s this Dr. Belo’s own rumored videotape with her psychotic ex-bf aiming even to dethrone that of Katrina and the rest? Ugh. I could imagine her rival’s wide grin then. :D
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Feast thine eyes!

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Thereafter we’ll proceed grilling the remaining and much-awaited 36 or 38? “hayden” collection of blue videotapes that are yet to be released for our viewing pleasure & amusement. I wondered who the lucky girls are. For all I know, beautiful and sexy babes is Doc Hayden’s type. But I don’t know if Pokwang or Bb Gandanghari made it on the list (corny joke). But one second, arent the two beauties just went under the knife too?
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Oooops don’t mistaken me for being showbiz & scandal junkie ha. I plead guilty though. I once jumped the freaking bandwagon of uzis and peeping toms who salivate to see this notorious KH & HK you-tube scandal. Pirated CDs of which, I heard sells like a hotcake and caught the Pinoy Expat community abroad like an Australlian wildfire. Sikat rin dito yan sa Emirates!. Saved by U.A.E’S internet-law on blocking forbidden sites, and saved as well by a porn collector Kabayan who had taught me the art of unblocking those. Ang Pinoy pa, pagdating sa diskarte ...

No to “Hayden”?
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But I guess my pair of virgin eye’s contented with all those pesky news- which is tantamount to saying - I dont need extra carnal knowledge on how [the now] repentant skin Doctor hoodwinked his circle of girlfriends he one-nite-stand with the Careless Whisper background, - and duped with his notorious “hayden” camera.
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Holier than thou critics on the other hand, reviled the act and branded the doctor's preys as sluts, “makati pa sa higad” and bitches. Tsk. Tsk. Kawawa naman sila, Their greatest humiliation is only someone else’ entertainment lang. I believe it would take a decade to undo the moral damages the spicy video had caused them (and their family) even they shed tears, cried foul and lip the immortal word ...“I AM A VICTIM”.
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To the rescue, Senator Bong, in frown eyebrow, had spoken and proved that chivalry isn’t dead yet in the Philippines. He vilified the doctor-architect of the crime being “the highest kind of pervert whose good in making pig out of the women”. But some doubts if he really inspire the future perverts, errr… the younger generation with his heroic bravado and stellar examples - barely after his alleged own scandal leaks in the banketa of Divisoria and Quiapo – a day after his manly anger were unleashed - denying him of some "pogi points" from potential voters.
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But knowing majority of pinoys who always been a sucker for gossip and scandal...
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The Numbers Are Growing,

I was whiling my time away In Ajman BayWalk when I met this Guy with a braided-long hair who sings and play drums for a dubai-based band. (Our english-translated chit-chat, below)

Guy: Kabayan, You’ve seen Katrina-Haydens video?

Me: NO, not yet, why?

Guy: You know what? I have mine too in my mobile.

Me: Oh really!?, that must be HOT!, …may I see? (hehe)

Guy: Sure. Here. But Its only images...

Me: Whew! 'cant imagine your GF’s would pose for you like they are Playboy cover girl ha. You are naughty dude. But how about the video?

Guy: My drunk buddy who took the film kept it. I am yet to grab a copy.

Me: Whatt? aren’t u worried he'd one day gossip it to others or upload that (images) and those (film) in the internet?

Guy: I'm not, and I don’t care. Im not much exposed in there, anyway.

Me: Cool, … it’s your partner, yeah?.

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- end of story -

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He left me flabbergasted as to WHY there are are guys like him who regal other people (stranger in particular) with their sexcapades - and WHY the hell there are some ladies who consent them. Scandal like this, oh, - good source of Man's Fame,..and Woman's Shame.

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Dang! I guess we'll be hearing more Hayden and Katrina in the future...

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ps: As you may notice, my blogposts new updates aren't working in your sidebar, can someone coach me on how to make the feed work. 'Cant recall what I did in my settings 2 years ago. helpppp!!

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MONSTER MOMS: A post-Mother’s Day Special '09

Shucks, this is late. Let me catch up with a shocking one then, hehe :D

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Lots of goods have been written about MOMS. She who would love & care unconditionally, They who would live & die for offspring. There’s no one else like mums really - They are beyond description. But not all mom's the same. Some got a BIG heart, Some are heartless, ruthless too.

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Freaked, Wicked…and Morbid -
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Last year, I blogged on 3 Extra-ordinary Moms who had given birth in 3 mind-boggling ways. This year something morbid, or rather, morbid mothers had piqued my interest. Their psychotic stories are both gripping and intriguing. Check whose on my list - and see for yourself how "unmotherly" they once were..
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The Baking Moms,
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In Ohio, China Arnold was arrested in 2008 for “toasting” her infant (+) inside the microwave oven after a drinking spree. She denied the charges even a post-mortem test of her baby's crisped torso confirmed - it was all courtesy of a heating device. Her Attorney must won the case otherwise she might be asked to choose between getting fried or roasted by Ohio county’s electric chair. But China's insane case is not unique,

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In Virginia, Elizabeth Otte also languid in jail in 2000 for committing the same baby microwaving crime. Her defense: "I had seizure attack and mistaken my newborn (+) for milk that needed warming". Her accuser: “a person under seizure would find it impossible to wrap a small baby like a shanghai roll, put him in the oven and operate its control”. My Verdict: She's lying!. Pls. Microwave her along with Mommy China.
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The bathing Mom,
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In Houston, before things eventually turned sour, Andrea Yates was a promising young woman. She graduated with highest honor, earned a nursing license and married an engineer from NASA. She seemed to have everything. Until depression whisper to her ears like a demon, "drown 'em to death" - which she perfectly did in one dipping. Questions swirl in the minds of many: is it because she can’t undo no more the pain of momhood or she just missed her Swimming Captain days? My verdict: Whatever bugged her, she did a GORY crime. Drown her too.!
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The Running Mom,

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In NewYork, Marybeth Tinning was a familiar sight in Trauma Centers. She would be seen running hysterical in emergency rooms with one of her sick or dead babies cradled in the arms. While Medical staff despises her, others felt pity. Who wouldnt? Think of her 13 years (1972-85) habitual conception and then rush those toddlers to hospital breathless suddenly - with no valid reasons. My Verdict:A life imprisonment is too lenient for the waisted young life of 9 (+). Unless this panic-stricken mother has a cat life, I'll b delighted to make her breathless - 9x.

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Care for some more erring Moms?...

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K, Meet The Dancing Mom,

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In New Jersey, after delivering/dumping her "toy" in the toilet, Melissa Drexler ate salad and returned to the dancing floor as if nothing happened. Horrified schoolmates say's she was just "her usual self" - jolly. Everybody (including her BF) thought she was just fat. Why the hell no one's aware the 130 lbs, 18 yr old girl was preggy and on-her-way?. The notorious prom mom was detained after a school janitor discovered a freshly-dead infant tangled with his untrim navel inside a thrash bin. Right after baby-slaughtering, the partying mom even requested "The Unforgiven" song of Mettalica to be played. My Verdict: Could someone snatch her out of the jail then flush her to her school C.R. .!
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The Shooting Moms,

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In Oregon, Diane Downs put her three children aged 3, 8, & 7 in the car, shot and kill one of them. To save herself from sure incarceration, she invented a story by fingerpointing the fatal shooting to highway robbers or Carjakers. One of surviving child, albeit weak and dying with injuries had spoken in tears - "it was mom!". To which Dianne confess: "I became infatuated with a married man - and he didn't want my kids with us". My Verdict: (Calling carjackers, kidnap this lady and gun her down - with her man, of course!)

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DANG! why is it Kid-does-Killing for these moms are just akin to re-touching their make-up and changing bra, ha?. We heared it. THIS EVIL IS HAPPENING - around us or beside us - in our community maybe, next to our door, perhaps. We dont know. But we knew we could save a precious life from their lunatic tormentor who happen to be a parent. a guardian, - a mom.

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CHILD ABUSE HERE, THERE, EVERYWHERE

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Ever heared the tale of a young girl locked by mom alone for seven years in a remote farmhouse in Germany?. Tsk. Tsk. She was extremely disturbed and pale as a vinegar when found. Selfish mum denied her sunshine rays and of chance to see the world outside her braced-window - accordingly for being illegitimate. Silly, isnt it? My Verdict: The mother who had borne her out of wedlock has to be locked in that same dark cellar for 7 years also. With sunshine privilege yes, but WITH NO food or water.

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Not only in America and Europe we could read about monster moms. 3rd world, or what PGMA called 2nd world country such as ours are more regular in the news - normally for throwing fetuses wherever the "I'm not yet ready" mother wishes. Late last year, there was this Pinay who feed her kids with poison because she got no rice or bread to serve 'em. Some at least did kept their children alive - and make them helpful to the family by selling their young body to perverts or to begging syndicate; and if they're very young for the "businesd" who cares?, let them roam the street freely like a vagrant psychotic till a speeding vehicle mashed the poor kids' wholeness over. Ouch!.

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OH, Speaking of fetuses, nothing could beat India's grim record. Heard of Babies' bodies found in abandoned well, apparently aborted because they were, ugh FEMALE. An alarming Half million of these unborn were aborted each year in the thickly-populated India over the past 2 decades, revealed my source . CREEPY!? ...NO, - WICKED!..

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You light up the life,

In as much as I have gazillion of related crime to report, l'll pause for now. I'm turning monster na rin e. Hope NO mum here would run after their freaking footsteps. And who am I to judge? I dunno' exactly what caused these woman to harm & murder their own flesh and blood - the gift of life they once nurtured and endured "inside".

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I can't help but feel thankful for having been blessed with mother who had given me an unwavering T-L-C (san the occasional pinching, and yelling), - where it remain constant through the test of times and of my changing character .:D To all the moms out here, hey, Txs for giving your sons and daughters the same. By your safe pair of hands they too, will continue to see the light of the day. And by keeping your gentle fire burning, they would always be enlightened, warmed, in the darkest and coldest of night .

PhotoCredit : Google/Wikipedia

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