Thursday, 28 July 2011

ALL ABOUT KC CONCEPCION...





It was a rainy July 17 morning. Just like any other day. Typical summer time in London when weather is whimsical and unpredictable. An umbrella is a must-have at any time of day for any sane Londoner. But in a sudden twist and turn of events, I found myself in the middle of the imposing Big Ben Clock taking snapshots of just an ordinary lass.. nothing extraordinary – its just ahemmm.. KC.. yeah, KC Concepcion.. She said she has this certain level of infatuation to monuments with clocks.

Where did it all started?

Im not a big fan of Philippine Biz.. let alone watch pinoy teleserye and news (watching TV Patrol depresses me more)... but very seldomly, I do enjoy watching pinoy TV shows that takes me off at the edge of my seat – laughing my ass off – stuffs like Gandang Gabi Vice, Showtime and Comedy Bar... Aside from the fact that I am admittedly jologs, I have a brimming and a whale of a celebrity crush on one gal in particular – KC Concepcion. I have been a fan of anyone that combines sophistication and humility and damn good looks.

So imagine my reaction when we (me and my buddy, momoy) have been told that we have been allocated the task of touring TFC (The Filipino Channel) celebrities KC Concepcion, Yeng Constantino, Mr. Johnny Manahan and Ms. Mariol (wife of Mr. M) all around the city of London. Apparently, they wanted a local resident giving them an insider glimpse of what London was like.

I was like, “is that for real? Weeeh. Baka naman si Janelle Jamers (of the defunct Wowowee) naman yan since she's part of the Barrio Fiesta stars!). I was not sure until we picked them up in a hotel in Hammersmith and saw eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose, cheek-to-cheek (California King Bed inspired) the super glamorous (sorry GLAMOROUS is the only term I could think of) KC Concepcion. So when Sir Mickey introduced us to them, we were just like smiling comfortably and apathetically. I was trying to avoid that look in my face when I look absolutely delighted or thrilled on meeting them. I told myself, “kalmado lang dapat, kunwari di ako nagagandahan sa kanila, kunwari di sila sikat.. bakit sikat din nman ako ah.. haha! Patay malisya lang dapat. Karaniwang tao lang din sila..”. But yeah, it was more of like I am with them just to complete the job designated to us. I was only there for that purpose alone. And I should be as objective as possible. I will not ask to have pictures with them. After all, it is their own time to enjoy the city. I am just a mere tourist guide rendering his services.

Enough of me, so how was it really like to be with KC Concepcion?

  1. Imagine a female model on the cover of GQ magazine coming to life. It was how it felt like seeing her from every angle. Sobrang ganda sa lahat ng sulok. Kahit saan magpapicture sobrang ganda. Every pose she makes seem effortless. Alam mo yung pakiramdam na naghulog ng lahat ng blessings si Lord one night tapos lahat ng tao tulog pero siya lang yung nagising at sumalo lahat ng blessings. Yun yun! I couldn't falter her physically – no wonder most foreigners are giving her a second look.

  2. I don't know how to approach her. I was too naïve to make the first move and start a conversation. But it was her who made the first stance. We were just about to get thru the ticket barriers in the underground station when she said, “alam nyo ba nung isang araw pinapasok ko yung oyster card (London travel card) sa may lagayan ng ticket (instead of tapping them) and ayaw gumana. Di ko tlga alam kung panu. Nkakahiya?!!”. I admired her even more. I just realized how grounded she was to start a conversation to us mere mortals and try to say something funny out of nowhere. Her humility mirrored all over the tube station.

  3. Oh Boy, she loves coffee. From time to time in the middle of our marathon tour of London, she will whisper in a very sweet and seemingly-impossible-to-refuse way – “pwede po ba mag stop over ng coffee..” I couldnt care any less. I need to find her a coffee shop no matter how it takes. I will even give my own blood just to get her that espresso. Okay, that's a little bit too much. But yeah, in reality, one stop in a coffee shop in Tower Bridge was all it took. And I couldn't forgot what she said during dinnertime, “Sa sobrang pagkahilig ko sa coffee, di ko lam kung naglalakad ba ko dhil nagkakape ako or nagkakape ako dahil naglalakad ako..” It didn't make too much sense but hey, this is KC – everything has sense. Haha.

  4. She loves brocolli and since Momoy is allergic to chicken and seafood, KC was kind enough to order brocolli with oyster sauce for the two of them. Mind you, she wants Momoy to get the first take on the plate when it came down at our table.

  5. It took me a hell of a guts to finally ask for a picture with them when we were in a bar and said “Pwede pong magpakajologs at magpapicture po sa inyo?!?”. But she responded, “um-order muna kayo bago ako magpapicture. Kung walang order, walang picture.” I was taken aback and uttered, “Eh di wag” then giving them this witty and stern grin. Of course, I was again touched by how humble she is.

    There are a lot more stories.

    But its 3am here and I have work at 8am so I need to catch this article short.

    In reality, I barely know her. What I know of her is from a very superficial basis. BUT SOMETIMES, IT IS IN UNGUARDED MOMENTS THAT YOU COULD DISCOVER ONE'S TRUE SELF.


Special thanks to Kuya Albert, Rex, Kuya Jun, Sir Mickey, and everyone on TFC for this chance.. And to my buddy, of course, Mr. Mark Jewel Bathan for one hell of an experience.

AND THEN there's this incident backstage in the toilet, but that's another story altogether. Haha.


Tuesday, 5 July 2011

10 Things I Miss Most About PINAS




Philippines might be one of the most impoverished and corrupted countries in the world. But hey, no matter how infamous and despicable this nation might be, it is still my HOME.

In another attempt to redeem my sanity, I have carefully laid out some of the best reasons why an average £700 return fare is worth it.

  1. Isaw tops my list. I know some OFW's are awfully blessed to have the flair on cooking this “precious” delicacy. But much more than the food, it is the experience of eating street foods per se that makes it all the more enticing. Did I mention how my heart skips for absolute elation for every sight of red hotdogs, quail eggs (wek-wek), fishballs, kikiam, dugo (tustado please), and Php20 Pizza (ketchup n cheese)... I am a certified jologs by heart so these foods take my excitement level 100 notch higher...

  1. Siksikan sa MRT/LRT that your face is almost fitted flat on the train doors. I know these really sounds weird (not to mention mabaho and pawisan especially during peak times!) but for a guy who is used to take the Tayuman-Monumento route – this is one heck of a train ride.. but I miss it.. It molded me to the jologs person that I am now..

  1. Pagsakay sa harap ng Jeep habang umaandar dahil ayaw mo sumakay sa jeep na naghihintay pa ng pasahero sa loading area.. I love hopping in to the front seat. I remember one time, ako na kumukha ng pamasahe patalikod.. Pero siyempre si Manong Driver na yung nagsusukli.. ;)

  2. The fact that you could get anything no matter what time of the day/night it is. You could get starbucks, fast food, yosi, comedy bar stints, and hundred and one other stuffs. While Bangkok might have the Lion's share of 24 hours 7-11 stores, Manila is not too far behind.

  3. Philippine sense of fashion.. Sa gitna ng kainitan ng araw (average 36 degree celcius scorching heat), the men/women/gay/bisexual/lesbian community will never fail to showcase their sense of style with scarves, layered outfits, fur coats, boots, and many more. Tiis-ganda as they may call it.

  4. Tag-lish (La Salle style).. with the thriving number of call center agents roaming around Manila, it is no wonder a lot of these young professionals try hard to be hip and smart with their newly-found power on using the English Language. I once went into the mall where everywhere I go, people speaks in taglish pa-sosyal style and I was like, ok, I don't belong here, my nose and arms might bleed in no time. In the UK, I hate Filipinos who speaks English kahit kasama na yung kapwa nila Pilipino and tries hard to emulate an accent or something --- naaaaahhhh.., not for me.If you're good in English, you don't have to flaunt it publicly – so give me a break.

  5. Balot. Chicharon. Crispy Pata (Meycauayan style), Kare-Kare (with sobrang daming peanut butter!), pastel ni Mommy, isaw na may sabaw ni Tita Lily, Empanada, Shawarma sa SM Marilao na maraming cheese.. the list goes on and on and on..

  1. JOLLIBEE. 9 powerful letters. It means a whole lot to me. From Palabok to Spaghetti to Isa Pa, Isa Pa, Isa pang chicken joy.. And to think I work there for two months – greeeting everyone everyday – GOOD MORNING MA'AM/SIR WELCOME TO JOLI-BEE HAPPY..!

  2. The fact na kapag maputi ka, guapo ka pero hanggang Balintawak Exit (NLEX) lang, kasi pag labas nun, the real competetion goes on! Hahaha.

  3. The Forwarded text message from your friends/textmates – from funny quotes/jokes to movie taglines to everything you could ever imagine. Kasi nga naka-unlimited lahat ng tao.. So, text lang all you can.

But much more than this, it is the sense of belonging that makes it all worthwhile. And where better else is to find it than your own home – where your true family is – who will always be there no matter how long you've been gone – loving you and caring for you in every step of your journey. They will never fail to show you that NO MATTER HOW SEASONS MIGHT CHANGE, SOME THINGS WILL ALWAYS REMAIN THE SAME.. And that includes your family – where your heart will always go home to..

And the joy it will bring you would cost a hundred times more than that £700 fare that you initially paid for... end of story. Pak!

Sunday, 3 July 2011

Europe... Slideshow


We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open. Here's some of the compilation of my first travels to Europe. I am truly blessed.


Europe... Slideshow: Neo’s trip from London, England, United Kingdom to 7 cities Switzerland, Paris, Rome, Barcelona, Prague, Amsterdam and Brussels was created by TripAdvisor. See another Italy slideshow. Create a free slideshow with music from your travel photos.

“He who does not travel does not know the value of men.” – Moorish proverb

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

FEDERER and the Essence of LOSING


When you're down and out, you just want to get pumped up and leer towards potential sources of inspiration – in any possible place where you can find it – and I mean EVERYTHING – from your favorite childhood fictional character to your mom or dad or to your ultimate crush or lover.

Looking unto this, after a series of consecutive working days, I found myself going home without any hint of expedient provenance of enthusiasm. As I gander across the television, the world seems to recapitulate itself towards a vicious cycle of work and depression. Although the latter seems to maximize most of this revolutionary existentialism.

Then somehow, in a weird twist of fate, something struck me rather haltingly – WHAT THE F*CK! This would not be another one of those repressive nights where I attempt to dupe myself with alcohol or sex and the city DVD reruns. I need to overturn another series of my manic-depressive mood disorders.

I panicked. I choked. I recovered.

One thought. One person. One legend.

Name – ROGER FEDERER. A source of inspiration. Always been.

Having 16 grand slam titles under his belt, he is hailed as the greatest tennis player in history after breaking all records and vanquish achievements previously set by Pete Sampras and Bjorn Borg. Although he is currently ranked at no. 3, I reckon that this is his way on being modest on giving Nadal and Djokovic the chance to experience the top spot. Ooops! I just heard a series of scream from die-hard Nadal and Djokovic fans. Sorry. Kanya-kanya lang po yan!

But nonetheless, much more than his well-documented elegance and exquisite form on court (those backhand and service stance!), it is his demeanor and disposition off court which never fails to enthrall me. It is not confounding then that he is well-liked in every tournament and grand slam events. But in a larger scale, he is also revered for his exemplary contributions not only to his native Switzerland but also to his support to charitable and humanitarian events.

But what else is so endearing to Federer? The answer – I dont know. Maybe those hairy chest or those unusually large aquiline nose. Maybe the fact that he is damn good and knows how to hold his nerves under pressure.

Or maybe.. because he is capable of LOSING. Just like any other tennis player. Just like any of us. Just like you or me. He's not a demi-god.

He fails on some matches. But he proves again and again that he is still capable of producing marvellous and flawless tennis. He could still reign in Wimbledon or the tennis world at that matter.

I AM A LOSER. It took me a while to accept this. But I know I am. But I am also certain that I needed to stand up. I needed to brave the crucifying crowd in my midst and to rise above adversity.

I AM A LOSER. And somehow I am proud because life is continuous series of learning and taking risks. What breaks you makes you stronger.

I FELL. I STUMBLED. I CRASHED. I STAND ONCE MORE. ALWAYS ONCE MORE.

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

MR O .. THANKS FOR RUINING MY LIFE!


I gave up a good life for you.

I lost my good reputation

My friends have turn their backs

And the rest of the world have lost its faith on me.

I did not adhere to people's voice,

coz my heart speaks louder than anyone else's.


But you broke my trust.

I wasn't enough for you.

You were busy looking for something else.

I was disheartened like any rational man would.

Then, it happened.

I broke it off.

My mind overruled.


But you started to denigrate.

You told me I was your biggest failure.

And your regret was the sole fact

That you have met me at all..

Less than a week was at all it took.

To have your heart turned into charcoal.


So don't you dare say that I messed up your life.

Coz you have no idea what Im going through now.

And that everywhere, people have been lambasting me with gossips and defamations..

I moved out and found myself in the lowest of the low – apart from everyone

Apart from my family and the people I truly care about.


So think twice, Mr O....

Coz in reality mister, you ruined my life!

Let me say this out loud! F*CK YOU!



RIGODON sa LONDON ...



Disclaimer: This was written not to offend anyone. What I wrote here was purely based on observations and was a product of my sheer melancholic tendencies. I'm no angel. Actually, I'm the complete opposite. Open your mind, people.

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Sa bawat araw na lumilipas, walang kahit na mumunting buhay o sigla ang mababanaagan sa aking katauhan. WALANG INSPIRASYON. Ang bawat araw ay hindi naiiba mula sa kahapon. At ang kahapon ay magsisimula at magtatapos kahalintulad ng magaganap sa kinabukasan.

Magsisimula ang araw na papasok sa ospital, magtatatrabaho, kakain, at makikisalamuha sa mga katulong sa industriya ng panangalaga sa mga may pinakakritikal na karamdaman sa aming pagamutan. Kailangan suotin sa lahat ng panahon ang huwad na mga ngiti dahil hindi maaaring mabanaagan ng kahit ninuman ang bigat ng aking mga dalahin. Sa kabila nito, kailangan magpatuloy ang buhay. Kailangan mag-impok at itaguyod ang sarili. Kahit wala ng pag-asang namumuo sa aking puso at isipan, wala din naman ibang patutunguhan kung isaisantabi ko na lamang ang aking propesyon dulot ng malalim at sadyang mapanubok na pinagdadaanan.

Ano nga ba ang naghihintay sa kinabukasan – kung ang bawat bukas ay tulad ng ngayon, at hindi rin naman naiiba sa kahapon?

Sa maliit na mundong ginagalawan ng mga Pilipino sa Inglatera, mapait na katotohanan na palasak na lamang ang pagkakasiraan ng bawat magandang pagtitinginan – bawat relasyon ay nauuwi sa hiwalayan at bawat hiwalayan ay nagdudulot ng mapait na karanasan. Tila nagkakaroon ng “Rigodon” ang bawat Pilipino sa nagaganap na pagpapalitan ng kasintahan. Ang sa iyo ngayon ay akin bukas. At ang akin ngayon ay maaaring nasa piling na ng iba bukas. Sa kapaligiran na malayo sa mga pinakamalalapit na kapamilya, ang bawat isa ay naghahanap ng pagkalinga, pagmamahal at pagtanggap mula sa isa't isa.

Rigodon – isang sayaw na ipanasa sa atin ng mga Kastila kung saan ang bawat isa ay nagpapalit palit ng kapareha. Ang bawat mananayaw ay magkakaroon ng pagkakataon na makasayaw ang iba pang mananayaw. Kahalintulad ng sayaw na ito ang mga kalidad ng relasyon dito sa London. Nakakagulat na lamang na ang iyong kakilala na si Juan ay dating kasintahan ni Pedro, at si Pedro ay kasalukuyang kasintahan ni Pablo, na dati rin naman kasintahan ni Juan...

NAKAKAKALITO .. NAKAKALOKO... NAKAKAPANLUMO..

Pagod na ako sa mga laro.. Pagod na ako sa Rigodon.. Pagod na ako sa mga panunutya at panghuhusga.. Mas mainam pa nga siguro ang mag-isa. Walang kumplikasyon. Walang pananagutan.. --- Wala nga lang din tunay na kasiyahan at kaganapan ang buhay..

NAKAKAPAGOD NA..

Kaya kung gusto mo pa, sige makisayaw lang.. Hanggang sa sumakit ang iyong mga paa.. At madapa sa mga panganib ng rigodon...

HANGGANG KAILAN KAYA..

Monday, 13 June 2011

ALONE AND OUT


I am now shedding a thousand tears,

But I know I made you weep for like a million years...

I kept on grumbling about the pain,

But it was me who have hurt you in vain..


Sorry and atonement would never be enough,

For all the indecisions based in gruff..

Encumbrance might have made you tough,

But my insolence have made your life rough...


Thankfulness should have been my retaliation,

For your love which have never gone into stagnation...

But what I gave were fallout of my aberrations,

Now everyone's giving their best shot on sending me to condemnation...


Try as I may but I could never go back,

What we have is on a wrack..

Alone, alone and alone,

Its the best three words from here and on...