Yesterday, November 22, 2011, I finally saw the difference between faggots and homosexuals (pertaining to bakla). Indeed I saw the form of a low-life faggot in the form of a freelance cross-dressing floor director who thinks he can be as sexually disturbing with anyone.

Not with me, this is the second encounter so I wouldn't let this pass without me doing anything. The first encounter was full of sexual slurs in which I can do nothing. Why? It's my first day at work and you're friends with my so-called office mates. Completely handicapped I was.

Yesterday you tried to touch me in the face and be as garbage as you can be. Yes, you are gay but you have no right to claim that you are fucking marginalized. And I have every fucking right to fight back every time a faggot attempts to harass me.

You are the definition of a faggot, you differentiate the term faggot from bakla. I have gay friends and relatives, and I respect their sexuality, they respect mine. They respect my space.

And you.. Mommy Gie, you're just another low-life produced by media. Produced by the tolerance of people to what they see with Vice Ganda on TV (to which they think is acceptable to society).

As much as I want to respect your rights, you faggot, better start paying respect to my space first. I have no problem talking to you but you can't go all out offensive on me. Because I discern, I still have a clear view of what is right and wrong.

But for now, we can't make amends because you are one immoral, sexually fueled faggot. And you don't deserve an ounce of my respect.

for all the good a person has done throughout his life, he will always be remembered for that one bad act or maybe several. because that's how it works. no good is remembered, only the great and bad are the ones that can be recalled in the history books. i won't be great, there's not much time for greatness.

all i want is to be forgotten, just for me to know i did something good

it's been ages..since my brain last worked!

i think i should be ambidextrous, left or right i do no good.

you might still feel underrated or unappreciated despite your stock value

idealists do discriminate a whole lot

for the ten years that i have smoked my ass out, i'll always go for menthol cigars even if they are associated with whores

what do you call tweeting? microblogging?

as much as i hated my father, i think i should be like my father. just as much as every baller wanted to be like mike

i think everybody should pass on me, i quit almost at everything

this is not an emo attempt, but i don't mind if you think of me as one

liberation, creativity and idealism they're the stars of the generation. imagine you were all of them.

who am i talking to? because i can't speak well

you must fear the idealists the most, they are the ku klux klan of logic

please do forgive my ignorance and insensitivity

i should abandon my definition of what a man is and beef up

i might have swallowed a bottle of estrogen

as much as i think i am ready for the 'real world', 'the big dance', 'the real deal' and whatever, don't believe me. my muscles aren't even cut yet. especially my brain if it's considered as a muscle

being stupid is fun. ask johnny knoxville

idealists disregard emotions too

i think my tooth is swollen

i've worked with people brighter than me and yours is just gaudy. even i can't answer you

it doesn't only count in the books you go everywhere

forgive my ignorance i swell your patience

are my ears dirty, eyes blind, nose stuffed, hands broken or simply say, am i fucking numb?

if i really saw it, airplanes rip clouds

yes its true i once fantasized about wearing a nazi uniform

i'll surely get beaten up or maybe killed by that

"never met a wiseman if so it's a woman" - kurt cobain

my knuckles are healthy enough again. i'm ready for fist fights

but don't expect me to give you a clean fight

besides there's no such thing as clean fights, you bleed and i bleed

if you're lazy, the activity will prematurely end

My little friends

I used to have little friends, happy little friends

Jumpy good little friends

Kicking good little friends

Tiniest of what you call 'little friends'

My little friends showed me the good times

Showed me a little shortcut to downtown

Got me running by midnight

My little friends never got me low

These little friends, so white and tiny

Got me smiling when there ain't no reason to do such an act

made me do it like I used to smile at 12

made me smile to no one at 1--

but at least they got me smiling in front of the mirror

My little friends told me how to read between the lines literally

and figuratively I should say.

My little friends are for free, for me at least.

Got me rocks when I can't get drunk enough

They showed me how to make a circle of a boxing ring

Told me I have a big dick, a big old dick

Told me I have red watery eyes

Told me to keep your head high

Told me how to make a daddy's little girl turn into a woman

Told me how to go from little boy into being the man...

of the hour or of 4 hours

They loved me so much, they stayed for 72 hours

all awake, we were all kicking during those stretch.

shooting like a loaded gun

going the extra mile without any gas at all

through the swelling, the crack and spurs

through meters that turn to miles, to infinity... and beyond.

everything went longer, bigger, faster and slower for me because of my little friends

I can't remember what my little friends look like.

Even with the aid of a D90 memory of mine

Like the way Spiderman kissed MJ, faceless but truly felt

and upside down too,like toenails on my cranium

everytime we meet i run dry, dry as an anus

more dry than how sex can get you dry

I wake up my little friends are gone

beside me is a turtle

we walk slow, turtle turns out to be a doctor

told me to take it slow, berserk is over

Dr. Turtle told me my little friends got me sick

Tried to kill me and ran away

betrayed me doing a judas dance, whatever that is

turtle left, didn't ask for anything

consultation and treatment was free

I found out my little friends were masked murderers

stopped looking for them

I am left with nothing

still I have pictures in my cerebro of how we rolled over the hill going to the top.

B-Sides 2

What is a team? It is a group of people working together towards a goal. However, you can’t call a team, a “team” unless there is a certain bond or chemistry with the individuals in the group.

This goes out to any group or team out there, may it be academics, orgs, productions, athletics, and any other fields wherein you will work with a team. It is not about how many good students there are in your group or if you have the best businessmen or media people to do your job, or if you have all the best players in your team. It was never about that and never will it be. That is why I go nuts when people hear about a newly formed team which is considered to be a powerhouse (namely the Miami Heat) will go all the way, they only see the external appeal, what they don’t see is the bits that are required for that team to succeed. You can’t call Dwyane Wade, LeBron James and Chris Bosh as a team, they need nine more guys out there to help them out.

In our TV production class last AY 2009-2010, our group did not exactly have what you call a “leader”, rather we all looked for our strengths and from there we flourished as a team. Media Cool productions was composed of Jancy Nicolas as our vocal leader and was the best writer along with Ronn Esguerra. While, Jocel Felarco handled the financial work, Chiara Salazar and Aldwin Cruz did the talent searching and Ericka Manansala as our mother figure. Alex Punzalan is our utility guy (from writer to cameraman to cook to production assistant) and James Latonio is James Latonio, a presence, always count on him to do what you asked him to do. The art department was composed of “techie guy” Nathaniel Lopez, Me, the versatile Jazz Rosende and the “as goofy as he may look, talk and act” Geomar Triño, who is a very talented man indeed. That was a team out there, sure there were other groups that were stronger in paper, what made Media Cool special is that we made each other stronger through prayers, bondings, fights and setting team goals.

This may be the best example I can think of what a good team is. Remember the name, it is MEDIA COOL.

The Los Angeles Lakers is another example and I will never pick the Heat over them maybe the Celtics can get my vote. The Lakers have a superstar in Kobe Bryant and Pau Gasol, who will flourish even without dominating the ball. That is the primary reason he fits with a Bryant-led team. You add a young and full of potential big man out there in Andrew Bynum and a versatile Lamar Odom it’s already done. Kobe will always talk, we know that, but Derek Fisher will always be the captain to that team.

Now, you look at the Heat, LeBron James, Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh, all-world talents, multi-time All-Stars playing in teams completely revolving around them. Now what is the problem when the three of them wear the same uniform? EGO, they are superstars and best of friends as they may say, but it is different out there on the court when you all feel limited despite knowing you can do more. Hey, the game only has one ball so who gets it every possession, and for NBA fans out there, if you have noticed all point guards that teamed with James technically got wasted since LeBron will play the playmaker and the scorer. Same with Wade, he’ll have that ball 18 of the 24 second clock. Now, you add Bosh, he’ll need the ball to. So, who gets the touches? Lastly, James and Bosh are not widely known as great leaders often having a world on their own. Wade, how can he get the two mammoths to bow down and listen.

Now, what am I saying after that long talk? A team is not about a guy or two, it is not about doing what you do but doing it in the terms of the team not the tyrant or the so-called leader. And if there is an established leader, he or she should have the touch to be able to motivate the other members into being member and to work towards a common goal. He or she should also not be sitting a level higher, because we still are on equal footing despite the titles, the other guys may have strengths that the leader may have, therefore he or she should respect their talents and opinions.

You can all take a look on how Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo struggled to get respect because of her arrogance or how Kobe Bryant became a swell-head and started losing not until Pau Gasol and the rest of the team, gave him what he can truly call a “team.”

B-Sides 1

We usually say “thank you” after we receive something and got so much out of it. For me, I can’t stop saying thank you even if I know that there is nothing done yet, and this is only the beginning. Is it too early to say thank you?

Maybe, maybe not, but just being here already proved my worth. It made me see something in me, I can still go to new heights.

I remember back in March when I was taking the LANCE examinations, someone asked me why I was taking the exam. It was like, hey, just because I’m virtually unknown doesn’t mean I am deprived of the opportunity to be part of something special.

That person got into me a little bit and made me want to prove something. I came into the room that day only hoping to become at least a writer but after that person asked me that question, I was running on overdrive. I’m going to score high on this test. I will make it to the editorial board.

I felt like I was a man possessed, hungry to prove myself to everyone that has doubted me. So eager, that I will go ahead of them. It’s not arrogance, I call it confidence.

May 4 arrived and we got the examination results, and (obviously) I made it to the editorial board as the sports editor for The LANCE. I felt blessed and I am so thankful to be part of it. I remember during the interview, Sir Bana asked me what pushed me to make it that high for a newbie. I told him that I wanted to prove everybody that I belong.

It is also a blessing since I joined The LANCE to learn and grow as a soon-to-be professional, but to be in the place of the editors, the opportunity to teach others is also there.

Now I am on another level in terms of proving my worth. This is the stage where I need to prove that I’m no fluke and I deserve this one. Most importantly, as part of The LANCE and its editorial board, we need to publish ten quality issues.

Again, its not arrogance, I call it confidence. The blessing I have received certainly fell to me at the right time. Just when I needed something to make me feel that I still have value.

This means so much more to me than just working in the school paper, and having something to add in my resume. To simply put it, it’s about writing and enhancing that gift. This is something to answer all the questions doubters threw at me, and I’ll deliver emphatically.

The LANCE somehow sealed some parts of me being “enigmatic”, that despite my shaky personality and academic background, there is still talent in me worthy to be improved, something to outshine the negative spots in me.

I was labeled an enigma way back in high school by teachers, friends, classmates, and people beyond the four corners of the school. They may not have called me exactly as an enigma, but by their ways of defining me, that’s the only word that comes to mind. I could be someone out of this world by wonders in whatever task is given. Then I could also be this person so passive that it seems I don’t exert any effort. Somehow the passive image got stuck to people until it dragged me down. It made me crave for opportunities to prove myself, and the LANCE provided me with plenty of it.

Now, is it too early to say thank you? I say no. The only thing that I am trying to say here is, don’t waste your time by second guessing yourself about grabbing chances if you can develop your talents and character. Lastly, be thankful to the people directly or indirectly involved in leading you or even pushing you to grab great opportunities. Now, it is all on me to prove that I’m no disappointment.

B-Sides 1

We usually say “thank you” after we receive something and got so much out of it. For me, I can’t stop saying thank you even if I know that there is nothing done yet, and this is only the beginning. Is it too early to say thank you?

Maybe, maybe not, but just being here already proved my worth. It made me see something in me, I can still go to new heights.

I remember back in March when I was taking the LANCE examinations, someone asked me why I was taking the exam. It was like, hey, just because I’m virtually unknown doesn’t mean I am deprived of the opportunity to be part of something special.

That person got into me a little bit and made me want to prove something. I came into the room that day only hoping to become at least a writer but after that person asked me that question, I was running on overdrive. I’m going to score high on this test. I will make it to the editorial board.

I felt like I was a man possessed, hungry to prove myself to everyone that has doubted me. So eager, that I will go ahead of them. It’s not arrogance, I call it confidence.

May 4 arrived and we got the examination results, and (obviously) I made it to the editorial board as the sports editor for The LANCE. I felt blessed and I am so thankful to be part of it. I remember during the interview, Sir Bana asked me what pushed me to make it that high for a newbie. I told him that I wanted to prove everybody that I belong.

It is also a blessing since I joined The LANCE to learn and grow as a soon-to-be professional, but to be in the place of the editors, the opportunity to teach others is also there.

Now I am on another level in terms of proving my worth. This is the stage where I need to prove that I’m no fluke and I deserve this one. Most importantly, as part of The LANCE and its editorial board, we need to publish ten quality issues.

Again, its not arrogance, I call it confidence. The blessing I have received certainly fell to me at the right time. Just when I needed something to make me feel that I still have value.

This means so much more to me than just working in the school paper, and having something to add in my resume. To simply put it, it’s about writing and enhancing that gift. This is something to answer all the questions doubters threw at me, and I’ll deliver emphatically.

The LANCE somehow sealed some parts of me being “enigmatic”, that despite my shaky personality and academic background, there is still talent in me worthy to be improved, something to outshine the negative spots in me.

I was labeled an enigma way back in high school by teachers, friends, classmates, and people beyond the four corners of the school. They may not have called me exactly as an enigma, but by their ways of defining me, that’s the only word that comes to mind. I could be someone out of this world by wonders in whatever task is given. Then I could also be this person so passive that it seems I don’t exert any effort. Somehow the passive image got stuck to people until it dragged me down. It made me crave for opportunities to prove myself, and the LANCE provided me with plenty of it.

Now, is it too early to say thank you? I say no. The only thing that I am trying to say here is, don’t waste your time by second guessing yourself about grabbing chances if you can develop your talents and character. Lastly, be thankful to the people directly or indirectly involved in leading you or even pushing you to grab great opportunities. Now, it is all on me to prove that I’m no disappointment.