FLIPTOP

FLIPTOP- THE FIRST FILIPINO RAP BATTLE LEAGUE.

You guys should check fliptopbattles in youtube. These young emcees are really good. Creative with their lyrics, funny and clever at the same time. Another talent of Filipinos that we should be proud of!

Believe me, they’re funny at times, although you might wanna turn down the volume in case you don’t want your parents to hear those people cursing each other hehe.

Some may not understand its sense… but i see art in it, check my profile and it isn’t really something that would give you the impression that I appreciate these stuff, but surprisingly I did, I was really impressed with the freestyles, and that itself is art!

I personally like LOONIE, DELO, TARGET AND SKARM… who’s your favorite? =)

KIDS OH KIDS!

SERIOUSLY?? Gawd.. tricia santos has now become a trending topic in twitter. Well to be honest.. i felt really really sad. Not because on what happened to tricia but with the reality of character shown on these teenagers. International housemates proved to be a lot more mature than those Filipinos. A reflection of a bigger picture in the society. Btw, that Joe, his morals are way darker than his skin (sorry, sorry).

And now going to the fan page. Honestly those fan pages are soooo polluting the good image of Facebook. I am appalled on some certain 'admins' who act as if they're all that. I don't really like joining fan pages.. I have like 6 or 7 pages and they're all related to my interest and passion like digital art, music, and the businesses of my friends. Some pages are way senseless, pointless, vague, conceited, hypocrite.. and i'm sorry.. but dumb as well!

PBB biased all the way, teens killing the ozone layer for being so plastic, fan pages and admins that are even worst than reading a Jejemon text message... these certain petty parcel of my time do irritate me and i actually don't know why. Kaasar =/

JUST GOT INKED

A FIRST TIME VOTER!

GOT SCARED AT FIRST.. PERO I SMILED WHILE SHADING FOR GIBO’S NAME ALREADY. PARANG THIS IS IT, A FULL PLEDGED SUPPORTER ALREADY =D

whoever wins.. sana hindi si *illa* hehe =)

HAPPY VOTING 1ST TIME VOTERS!

ps: i didn’t fall in line, as in dere-derecho.. swerte!

TEAM G1BO!

it is such a privilege to be one of the organizers on last week's event sir =D

I AM SURELY PRAYING.. AND HOPING.. AND PRAYING AGAIN.. THAT YOU WILL BE OUR NEXT PRESIDENT.

INTELLIGENT, OF GOOD CHARACTER, FRESH, DOESN'T NEED ANY OVER THE TOP ADVERTISEMENT AND FAMILY MEMBERS TO PROMOTE HIMSELF..


HE IS SIMPLY THE BEST!

seriously.. let's vote for G1BO.. i have never been this passionate of a supporter to a candidate. Maybe because I am so sure that I ain't going on the wrong direction.

GREEN GREEN THIS MAY 10... NUMBER 8 BABY! SULONG GIBO!!!

WOW IT'S BEEEEN A LONG TIME!!

I lost inspiration to blog. Hai. Anyway let me share some random thoughts.

1st.. drink all you can at CANTINA.. for P115 only! why am i stuck here at home? simple lang.. di ko ren masusulit ung 115 dahel i dont really drink (as much as possible) beyond my limit. sayang lang ung 115 na yun.

2nd.. i was supposed to go to Gibo's meeting de avance, but didn't, a certain client needs to meet me asap. sorry gibo =( i watched the live streaming instead =)

3rd.. Coheed and Cambria here in Manila on July 30? Man this year is the sh*t! Kings of Convenience, Dashboard Confessional, JT, John Mayer, Tears for Fears.. AYOS! More details on the coheed and cambria concert soon at manilaconcertscene!

4th.. saw this link at twitter (I dont have twitter.. i was just lurking at Bubbles Paraiso's tweets) and became more proud of my bet G1BO! I'm also happy that Ruffa G's for Gibo. i love her! and so is Raymond Guttierez, Miriam Quiambao, Daphne Osena Perez! Posh people love gibo =)

5th.. again.. gibo.. again.. sorry im a passionate supporter! i was watching 'You've Got Mail' when my mom and i realized that gibo looks like tom hanks! =D

6th.. I just watched DEAR JOHN.. and damn it made me cry.. shameless to say.. i was crying a lot when John was talking to his dad in the hospital, argh! I actually thought I wouldn't appreciate this.. but yeah i did. Good thing it didn't primarily focused on love. AND WHOA, CHANNING TATUM is delicious as always, I've always been a fan baby boy =)

AYUN LANG. BORED. MAINIT. CIAO! =D

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shox. madami! pero sige i'll name two.. phone booth and terminal.. what's common bet.the two? besides the uber charming main character (colin farrell & tom hanks).. eh they only use one setting. phone booth and airport, ang simple nung plot but exciting ung sub plots,basta astig =)

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ANOTHER SCARY COMMUTE STORY

from kristine singson

BEWARE: PUTANGINANG (selected) CABS/TAXI »

January 13, 2009
Superklasse Wednesday


After four months of not going to a club (LITERALLY), I finally did to show some support for one of my best friends, Mel and to see friends who I haven’t seen for the longest longest longest time. It was the first time I’ve ever set foot in Encore (to think I used to go to Embassy every week). It felt surreal to be out and without my boyfriend, LJ, who couldn’t come due to an early class the following day.

I only had 4 drinks: 3 Amaretto Sours and a Mai Tai. It felt good seeing a lot of my friends. We took so many pictures that my fully charged camera went low bat. Anyway, Mel and I decided to leave Encore by 2:30 A.M. Our friends stayed behind since the club closes at 3 A.M. Mel and I were taking separate cabs since she goes home to Mandaluyong and I to Makati. I WAS COMPLETELY SOBER. Not even a bit tipsy.

I remember telling her as we were leaving the club “It’s my first time going home in a cab alone from this club.” Mel was a bit concerned, even offering me to stay over her place for the night.. I told her not to worry, I ALWAYS get home safely.

So we went to get our cabs and I made sure Mel got into her cab first. Then I was looking for a cab who wouldn’t fix the price (you know how it is at The Fort) and there was one who volunteered that he’d use the meter. So I took his offer. I distinctly remember most of the waiting cabs were DAVIS cabs. Mine was not. And I was so damn stupid not to get his taxi’s name and plate number.

In the middle of the ride, I started changing into regular shorts and top. The driver wasn’t looking though but suddenly his hand reached for behind and I was surprised. He was saying, “MAY NAHULOG. Wallet mo ata.” I found a 50 peso bill on the floor. Then he said, “Ang dami mo sigurong pera. Mayaman ka noh?” I didn’t answer. I started getting nervous. I started looking for the cab’s number (which is usually written on the side of the doors). There were faint markings but it couldn’t be understood. The driver noticed my agitation and said, “Anong hinahanap mo? Plate number? Bigay ko sayo.” I was like, “Never mind.” I did NOT want him to know I was getting nervous already. Plus we were so near my house. I thought, what could go wrong?

But something did. Three streets away from my house, the cab driver “hit” a pothole or hump or whatever. He pulled over to the side and said, “Tangina, pano na yan? Na-lock yung steering wheel. Hindi ko maikot.” I was just looking at him, confused. I have no knowledge of cars so I do not know if he was bluffing or not. The meter was 75. I gave him a hundred. He had no change daw so I was like, “Fine, whatever. There’s nothing I can do about it.” I stepped out of the cab, in the middle of Bautista Street, a long street but near my house. It was almost 3 A.M. When I looked back, the cab was gone.

HOW IN THE WORLD WAS HE ABLE TO DRIVE AWAY IF HIS STEERING WHEEL WAS “LOCKED”?

I called my boyfriend up AND THANK GOD HE ANSWERED HIS PHONE. He was sleeping already, good thing the call woke him up. I was trying to remain calm. I told him my dilemma. Suddenly an empty cab drove by. A DIFFERENT ONE. I hailed it. I had probably less than half a kilometer to my house which was three streets away. The cab took me in and I ended the call.

Two more lefts, it was my house already. It was Camalig Street, then Bigasan Street. Suddenly the driver went left, the street just right before my house, Camalig. I said very politely, “Kuya, MALI. Atras ka, atras ka. Sa kabilang street pa. One more left.” The driver just kept driving like he didn’t hear. I said it again. Then he stopped and looked at me. Then he said, “Bayaran mo na.” I was weirded out. I was like, “Why? This is not even my house. It’s on the next street.” Besides, we haven’t traveled far. The meter was still at 30 pesos.

SUDDENLY, without warning, the driver grabbed my neck and jumped to the back. My first thought was, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?”. But his grip was getting tighter and tighter. I literally couldn’t breathe and felt my consciousness slipping. As we were struggling, I kept scratching at his eyes and reaching for the lock of the left door. He was on top of me hitting my head repeatedly while his other hand around my neck. I was choking and choking when I realized the left side HAD NO FUCKING LOCK, which means I couldn’t get out. Which means I had to try my luck on the right side. Imagine my struggle to get to the other side as a full grown, heavyset man kept bashing my head, scratching my face, pulling my hair and hitting me. I kept scratching his eyes. It was all I could do. When his grip loosened a bit, I managed to open the right door with so much effort. Unfortunately he pulled me back with my hair. Imagine MY TERROR as the door closed again!!!!! I couldn’t scream anymore. Besides, who would hear me I was inside a fucking car. My neck was so sore and I was close to fainting. I kept scratching his eyes and reaching for the door until by some miracle, I opened it fully and screamed with what was remaining of my voice.

The driver said something like, “Tangina, it’s not worth it.” And literally kicked me out of the car. I rolled out onto the street with my shoulder bag which was slung around me the whole time with its remaining contents. The driver suddenly sped away. Till now, I don’t know his motive, whether it be rape or hold up. Or both. Or murder.

So there I was in the middle of the street, barefoot. Then I realized why the hell am I so wet?! I realized I was sitting in a pool of my own blood. There was so much blood dripping from the right side of my head, it was like a half-closed faucet if you get what I mean. I started screaming for help.

This time the apartment I was right in front of lights’ went on. Imagine the horror on these people’s faces as I literally crawled towards them bloodied and barefoot. When I reached out to them for help, I saw my arm. It was covered in blood. And I could feel that I was losing so much more. I asked for a cellphone. I still had the consciousness to call my boyfriend. The people who took me in were nice enough to let me call. They talked to LJ and informed him of what happened. They even cleaned me up. Suddenly there was the barangay people and witnesses. That’s when everything became hazy. The barangay people said that they had to take me to the hospital because I was losing so much blood.

I was taken to Makati Medical Center ER. I still remember as I was being loaded onto the wheelchair the horrified looks of the people outside the hospital. I even had a high school batchmate who was assigned as my nurse, Erika Bautista (THANK YOU SO MUCH). In her own words she said that when I came in I looked like I was already in critical condition. I am not exaggerating when I say this: I WAS LITERALLY COVERED IN BLOOD. Head to foot.

Everything was in a daze after that. All I remember was the blood. Under my nails, on my face, on my hair, on my neck, my chest, my legs, my toes. Even my armpits had blood. Truly, I have never seen so much in my whole life. My face started bruising up so much I could see my right cheek even if I look straight ahead. I also had so much hair falling out because the guy kept on pulling it. But what bothered me was the blood that kept dripping continuously from the right side of my head… and the pain. The doctor said the cut was so deep it LOOKS LIKE I WAS STABBED. It was really bad. I wouldn’t stop crying. I hate the sight of blood and here I am, a walking bloody blob. My first medical gown was drenched in blood. So they had to change it. I changed my medical gown four times before I was discharged. That’s how bad the bleeding was.

When LJ arrived the hospital, I forced myself to be cheerful. I smiled and said “HAPPY MONTHSARY!” It was our 2nd monthsary. Geez what a way to spend it. Till now this hurts me, thinking how ironic the situation is. He said the wounds on my head were like the claw marks in the Jurassic Park movie logo. B, no words can express what I feel towards the situation and how grateful I am that you were there. Basta alam mo na yun.

Anyway, after a few hours, I got a CT scan to detect hemorrhages and X-Rays. Good thing it all came out negative. But I had so many wounds and lacerations on my head. They had to STITCH THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY TEMPLE AND ANOTHER ONE AT THE BACK OF MY HEAD. But there are still minor wounds all over my head, even the inside of my ear has blood till now. Till now my hair is all stiff and sticky from the blood. They shampooed my hair in the hospital but a lot of it still haven’t come out. (I woke up today with dried blood on my pillow).

The first time I saw a mirror, I could not believe my eyes. I thought it was just dirt and dried blood but then I realized I had a giant bruise on my right cheek and deep scratches on my face. I got a Wet One but it just won’t come off. I had to face it, my face was really fucked up. My neck had strangle marks, my jaw was swollen, I had two semi-black eyes, my cheeks were patches of black and blue and the abrasions and cuts were deep on my face. I look like the Bride of Chuckie.

After they sutured me, I became delirious for sometime. Not knowing what I was saying to LJ but he said I was acting strange and started rambling about random things that I don’t remember.

The police came and they got the license plate of the cab DAW from the witnesses but they weren’t sure if it’s accurate. We’re still planning an investigation. I lost my school ID, cellphone, cash and camera. The only things that I salvaged from the incident were my shoes, a brush and a dress. They were covered in blood as well. Now, the question is, are the first and second cab incidents related? Is it a Modus Operandi?

Anyway, I’m out of the hospital now. My body is aching all over and my face looks like Pacquiao practiced on it.

The reason why I am writing this note is TO WARN EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU PEOPLE TO BE CAREFUL. I never ever thought such a thing could happen to me. I thought it only happens in the movies. Imagine, I was just a street away from my home and THIS HAPPENED. A STREET AWAY. Thank God I wasn’t drunk, Thank God the guy did not have weapons (I think), Thank God some kind souls helped me. Thank God I had the presence of mind not to remove his hands from my neck but to scratch his eyes out and reach for the lock. Some girls initial defense would be to un-strangle themselves but I didn’t. I let him strangle me. My main objective was to get the damn door open and escape.

The doctor told my boyfriend I was lucky to be alive, before leaving the hospital. As I was struggling inside the taxi, I did not see the whole “your life flashes before you when you’re dying” thingy.

NO. That’s why I fought against him as much as I could. I told myself over and over again, “NOT TODAY… NOT TODAY… This isn’t how I should die. I’m too good for this.”


I SAW the reason why I should keep on living. That’s why I’m still here today.



PXG 725 or PSG 725
White Taxi


PICTURES AFTER: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=139338&id=751877234

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THERE ARE STILL KIND CAB DRIVERS SO HOPE WE WON'T GENERALIZE THEM BUT... TRUE LET'S ALL BE CAREFUL, THOUGH I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE WHAT IS CAREFUL SINCE I FEEL TOTALLY SAFE IN CABS, NOW... LRT NA LANG SIGURO? HAI, IF ONLY WE CAN ALL HAVE OUR OWN CARS, BUT OF COURSE WE CAN'T SO I GUESS LET'S JUST HAVE STRONG FAITH IN GOD AND LIKE WHAT I'M DOING... ALWAYS PRAY ONCE YOU ARE IN A PUBLIC VEHICLE =)

SADDENED

I wasn’t able to watch Tara Santelices’ story last last Saturday at MMK (Maalaala Mo Kaya) so I patiently watched it at Youtube. I remembered my friend telling me that someone from Ateneo got shot somewhere near their place (she lives in Cainta). The news brought some organizations and bands to raise funds in order to help the Santelices’ large amount of hospital bills reaching into million pesos. But of course I didn’t knew much until I watched her story in MMK, Karylle played Tara’s character. She was in coma for a year, she passed away last July, 2009. Tara was shot in the forehead by a hold-upper who’s with her in a jeepney along Imelda Ave. The suspect wasn’t caught until now. Justice didn’t prevail.

Of course this blog wasn’t timely at all, but I just can’t help but feel sad after watching her story. And to be honest, I felt scared commuting at night, esp.riding in jeepneys. It just annoys me how some evil men can do such, I mean get our things, no need to kill us! I am alarmed, saddened, scared, victims like Tara is no different from me, a young woman with so many dreams. I dream of a place where it’s safe to walk alone at night, a place where there’s no need to be paranoid, but these are too much to ask.

Kids, tell your parents where you are at the wee hours of the night (I should tell that to myself as well). Seeing Albert Martinez and Cherry Pie Picache’s (Tara’s parents in the story) despair over their daughter made me realize that indeed, it’s not easy for a parent to wait for his child to go home. It is a dangerous world out there, and we only have ourselves (and God of course) as protection, so be careful!

Another thing that saddened me is what I’ve watched in National Geographic Channel’s ‘On the Edge’. It featured rhinos, tortoise and lemurs that are on the cliff of extinction. Even if we get to save these animals, do we still have a place for them in the wild? That’s one of the questions asked in the show, and again it saddened me to see forests turned into infrastructures. I saw what Madagascar looks like at present, and whew, the movie is all but a dream land! I love animals a lot, I wanna have a pig for a pet, I adore penguins and I find owls too funny. I fear that one day even dogs and cats are gonna be rare to find. We are searching for ways to discover dinosaurs, to revive the long extinct creatures, but what we don’t realize is that we have so much great creatures today, let’s not wait for them to die in extinction.

POV 6

Last week we attended UP'S PILING OBRA VIDYO 6 (POV6) at UP Diliman's Cine Adarna. We came there to support our entry Huwanted! Though we didn't win, I am still proud that Huwanted made it to the final screening. Congrats to the winners by the way. Harana is sooooo cool! Though kinda intimidating, i am still proud of them! Onse is good too, though we wondered why the entries' sponsor turned out to be the sponsor of the POV event as well. I am proud of these two entries primarily because it showed hope on our film industry!
But the main reason why I decided to write about the said event is because of our disappointment with the hosts of the program. The hosts were joking around on stage, making spiels and jest that only them can understand. We can't relate to what they're laughing about. They were cracking jokes and all that. I mean it's okay to give life to a program by saying something funny, but how can the audience laugh if we can't relate to them. Many students from different schools came, and so it surprises us on the way they acted there. I personally look up to UP students, I salute their intelligence and so it came to me as a disappointment to see some students there act as if it's them only in the venue. They could have at least respected our presence.

Still, i would like to thank POV for giving the students a chance to showcase their projects, we just hope next year's event would be more formal. Again congrats to all the entries, they're all great!

MY GENTLEMAN IS BACK!

WOOOOHOOOO NEYO IS BACK!

R&B star Ne-Yo will perform live on January 9, 2010 at the Mall of Asia Concert Grounds.

The opening act for the Ne-Yo concert will be the newest and hottest all-female group “Eurasia” from Viva Records.

Early Bird Ticket Prices:

Seal Location	Price
VVIP	PhP 7725.00	Reserved Seating
VIP	PhP 5665.00	Reserved Seating
PLATINUM	PhP 4120.00	Reserved Seating
GOLD	PhP 2575.00	Free Seating
SILVER	PhP 1545.00	Standing
BRONZE	PhP 515.00	Standing

The Ne-Yo Concert 2010 is produced by Brown Cross Investments Inc.

For tickets inquiry and sales, call 891.9999 or you can Buy Your Tickets on this link.

DIE-MOCRACY

“Never in the history of journalism have the news media suffered such a heavy loss of life in one day.”

- an international media group said in a statement concerning the Maguindanao massacre that happened on Monday.

(45 bodies of people that include politicians and journalists were abducted in a pre-election related incident.)


SO THIS IS WHAT OUR JOURNALISTS GET FOR DOING THEIR JOB? SCARY.