Saturday, November 29, 2008

The Bonbon Series: Carlo Guevarra

Did you ever wonder why Carlo Guevarra didn’t make that much of a noise in the modeling industry? Do you even remember who this guy is? Carlo Guevarra, aside from being the latest bonbon of Simply Manila, was the winner of Be Bench: The Model Search, a short-lived reality competition on ABS-CBN, hosted by Piolo Pascual and Kris Aquino, and sponsored by Bench. Perhaps the following pictures will refresh your mind…

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Friday, November 28, 2008

Sweet November

I sat down today with my ex and talked about the possibility of still being together and us, without commitments. Like no one should interfere in each other’s businesses, regardless of the nature. It might sound a little selfish but I told my other suitors (Haba ng hair! Tse!) that I don’t want any kind of commitments, not now. It’s not because I hate to be tied up in one relationship, but I guess I need to enjoy the idea of being able to do everything I wanted to do without hurting anybody along the way. Of course, my ex hated the idea.

Ironically, Sweet November reminded me that no matter how marvelous your idea to you is, somehow, and as long as some people are involved in your plans, you’ll find yourself putting your friends in situations they wish never occurred. So you’ve got to make the most of it, that’s the least you can do. I purchased the DVD earlier this month, and watched it three times already, in three different occasions. If I have to list down my top ten favorite romantic movies, Sweet November will probably climb up to the list. It’s a very inspiring film to watch. If you’re in the mood for a mushy afternoon, I recommend you watch this movie.

Monday, November 24, 2008

On TV: More Pinoy Fear Factor sexy male contestants

Last time, you’ve been introduced to three hot contestants of Pinoy Fear Factor and peeked on their sexiness. Tonight, as you watch them again in trying to overcome their fears, I’ll introduce you to three more sexy hunks whose strength and audacity definitely made our nights worth spending in front of our television. Meet Elmer Felix, 25, a veterinarian and medical representative from Pampanga; Jommy Teotico, 24, model from Manila; and, Bernabe “RJ” Calipus, 20, wharf porter from Tondo.

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Saturday, November 22, 2008

On TV: Fear Factor Studs

Pinoy Fear Factor, the Philippine version of Fear Factor, gathered a handful of sexy, hot studs for the show’s first edition. The show premiered only two weeks ago, but it was Mega Manila’s top 7 primetime show last Monday (18 November 2008), according to AGB Nielsen Philippines. The show is hosted by Ryan Agoncillo. Please continue reading to meet the hunks of PFF.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Geoff & Tisha is second in The Amazing Race Asia

Last year, the Philippine team in The Amazing Race Asia placed third overall in the race. This year’s season of TARA ended yet again with a close feat for the Philippine team as Tisha and Geoff placed second in the entire race. Malaysia, Singapore and Hong Kong won the first, second and third season respectively. Will it be a success for us next year in their new season? Only a few cares actually, not until ABS-CBN stops sending they’re own choices, and only if you notice.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

The Bonbon Series: Polo Ravales

Polo Ravales has been featured in this blog as the Hottie of the Month for June 2007, and has been featured twice after that (see Polo Ravales). Now that he has a new movie coming (Walang Kapalit), let us pay tribute to His Hotness Polo Ravales again. This talented actor is the latest addition to The Bonbon Series.

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Thursday, November 13, 2008

Miss Earth 2008

The new Miss Earth is Karla Henry from the Philippines—the host country of the glamorous event held annually. This year’s pageant was held outside Manila for the first time, in Angeles City, Pampanga and hosted by Billy Crawford with Priscilla Meirelles (Miss Earth 2004) and Riza Santos (Miss Earth Canada 2006). This is the first time the country won the prestigious title.

Source: China Daily

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Saturday, November 8, 2008

Smoke No More!

I've been to Fitness First in TriNoma just a few minutes ago before I got inside this cab (more like a dysfunctional sauna bath actually) and wrote this short post. The entire Manila this afternoon is almost unbearable due to its typical warm weather, but despite these negative sensations I have inside, I feel almost inexplicably optimistic about plotting a new life pattern—with emphasis on health and developing a hot physique—before the year ends. Okay, it’s not really that big as you think it is. Like all things planned hastily, this one lacks guidelines. It’s just that I got so sloppy and tolerant on my smoking habit lately, and it has taken its toll on me when I went back to the gym. Basically, I was just trying to say I want to quit smoking and go to the gym more often than usual. Can I actually do it? Let’s see.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Les Visiteurs Inattendus

It’s happening again, like a nasty little curse I could not get away from. Every November or December of the year, I’ll always find myself losing priceless personal essentials (and sometimes, even beloved acquaintances). But you will not even believe it when I say I never looked alarmed about losing anything (or anyone). I understand. I also find this behavior completely bizarre, and I would always end up wondering if there’s something wrong with me being that.

I was six years old when I was registered into my first school in the province of Zamboanga Sibugay. For some reason, my mom didn’t let me join the kinder class or whatever you call it. I considered her my first teacher though, as she taught me all the basic things I should know like writing my name. I can’t remember that part of my life’s story, but I should know. I remembered that the school’s principal would not allow my entry to this class for first graders because I was underage and I have no background of ever attending any pre-school classes. My mom was persistent and she asked the principal to examine my aptitude in writing my name flawlessly. Enormously eager to end the conversation, the principal grabbed a piece of paper and pencil and handed them to me. It wasn’t hard for me to try to understand each of their point, so I wrote down my name with extra care, made sure that no extra lines added and no unnecessary bends sketched. It was close to immaculate for my age (and for my background), so both parties agreed that I would be allowed to join the class as a visitor—not entirely bound to any rules or proceedings.

It was the earliest memory of my childhood that I could remember easily, other than some remarkably vivid memories of my drunkard dad with his samurai, commotions during the death of my little brother whose face I couldn’t even remember, our new house being built, among others. I remembered that I was ashamed of so many things, and that I was afraid of so many things. I may not remember all the particulars of my pre-school life, but I imagine it was shady, dazed and worrying.

So when I started going to school, I felt like I found a new light, a new distraction from my troublesome pre-school years, and, most importantly, a new beginning. It was there when I started to realize I can do better things that would make me feel proud of myself. I was surrounded by people who believe in everything that I do, and no matter what I do, I always feel so attached to it that everything else wouldn’t matter. At the end of that school year, during the annual Recognition Day, I went home with the First Honor award. Being the first in the family to bring home that honor, my mom couldn’t be prouder. It was my mom’s proudest moment.

My mom is hardly the only immediate family I remembered I have that time, aside from my bad-tempered father and two older sisters (one was in the city completing high school and the other one goes with me in the same school). I couldn’t remember ever having two older brothers and one older sister until few years later. I realized they voluntarily moved out from the house, emancipated early and went away from the city to start a new life in Manila and in some other cities. I believe they were physically abused by our dad for reasons I don’t even know. He’s surely the biological father, in case you wondered if we’re just adopted, only full of personal and psychological issues, I assume.

I grew up in that so-not-perfect awakening, and as the only person (or child, for that matter) who seemed to stay longer at home than everyone else in the family, I suffered some kind of a trauma that was caused by excessive isolation. When I was in second grade, my mom went overseas to work after the family business greatly suffered from my dad’s irrepressible vices. She disappointed me greatly when she left us. I knew it was the best right thing for her to do, but it was one experience which only escalated my tendency to feel abandoned. I acknowledged the idea that maybe it was just an adult thing, and that sooner or later, everything will make sense.

My dad faced a new challenge in taking care of the only children he has left—his youngest son (me) who was enjoying the new life he found in his new home (the school) and his youngest daughter (my sis) who was probably facing a challenge of her own after realizing that no one could ever help her accomplish all the chores again. But as a new twist, my dad did everything under his power to keep our trio a happy family. I thought no one will ever love me again when my mom went away, my dad proved me wrong. We felt his compassion as a loving father and his eagerness to amend everything that was broken. Despite our emotional blemishes and amidst those troubled times, the three of us formed an exclusive bond no one ever anticipated.

During the summer, I witnessed yet a new kind of disappointment and lost when my sis went to the city to finish high school. I knew it was the right thing for her to do and I survived my mom’s temporary absence, so it wasn’t a big deal at all. Yet somehow, I felt like I was destined to be left alone by anyone I felt so strongly attached with. Maybe my dad felt the same way, too. But the big difference between us was obvious: I was the innocent child with a little knowledge about life but was forced to embrace it, and he was the guilty adult who totally understood how it all started and only had himself to blame.

I was a third grader when I became so sensitive about everything. I was still as innocent as always. I never understood the grown-up stuff, and my dad didn’t feel the need to inform me about the things that he need to do. When he’s gone for the day, I wouldn’t know when he’d be coming back. Most of the time, I find myself always alone at home when I return from school. I don’t know how to cook or to do other household tasks. My homework is the only thing I completely understood. I believe there was even a time that I was left alone at home and it’s almost dark. I don’t know how to start a fire or light the kerosene because I couldn’t find a match or a lighter anywhere. So I waited in the dark and waited for my dad to arrive so he could take me somewhere I will be accompanied for the night.

I hate to leave the house alone sometimes, because it was the only real friend I had. It never leaves me the way other people I loved did. It was just there, constant and permanent. It reminded me of all the happy memories with my mom and my other siblings who always come and go. Every single day, I would browse through all the pictures we have there and remind myself that someday, and eventually, this family will be reunited and will live happily ever after.