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From the author of the critically acclaimed novel How to Shit Justice 15 Minutes Before Lunch, the graphic novel I Put the Dick in Verdict and the groundbreaking novel What Plagiarism? comes the much anticipated manual of the decade...



From the author of the critically acclaimed novel How to Shit Justice 15 Minutes Before Lunch, the graphic novel I Put the Dick in Verdict and the groundbreaking novel What Plagiarism? comes the much anticipated manual of the decade...

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Friday, December 24, 2010
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Random Jestoni Alarcon
If there is one person in this world who easily reminds me of the holiday season,

Jose Mari Chan. So I decided to put up a series of photos to accompany parts of the lyrics of one of his classic Christmas ballads. Here's the first verse of "A Perfect Christmas". Sing along!

♫ In a party or dinner for two
Anywhere would do... ♫
♫ Celebrating the yuletide season
Always lights up our lives... ♫
♫ Simple pleasures are made special too
When they're shared with you. ♫

Jose Mari Chan. So I decided to put up a series of photos to accompany parts of the lyrics of one of his classic Christmas ballads. Here's the first verse of "A Perfect Christmas". Sing along!
♫ My idea of a perfect Christmas
is to spend it with you... ♫
is to spend it with you... ♫

♫ In a party or dinner for two
Anywhere would do... ♫

♫ Celebrating the yuletide season
Always lights up our lives... ♫

♫ Simple pleasures are made special too
When they're shared with you. ♫

Jestoni Alarcon. How random.
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Saturday, December 11, 2010
Pap Culture

In this comedy flick, Dolphy plays Fr. Jeremiah Jerome Montes, or Father Jejemon. He endears himself to the people of the fictitious town Parmbil because of his modern and offbeat ways. He plays rock music and organizes talent competitions. He even calls the members of his parish’s all-women group as the Lady Nga-Ngas, inspired by the pop singer Lady Gaga. Things take an interesting turn when the priest gets accused of child molestation. Dolphy, whose movie is up against other surefire block-busters in this festival, said he is not after topping the box-office. “Gusto ko lang masayahan ang manonood,” he declared. [Marinel Cruz, 12/09/2010 PDI Entertainment]
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Friday, December 10, 2010
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Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Twice
Back then, there was "My pamily, my pamily". Now, there's "Major, major".

Sometimes, people repeat what they say to stress a point. In some other cases, they are just confused. Sometimes, people repeat what they say to stress a point. In some other cases, they are just confused.

Sometimes, people repeat what they say to stress a point. In some other cases, they are just confused. Sometimes, people repeat what they say to stress a point. In some other cases, they are just confused.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Victims
The policeman took foreigners/tourists for hostage that morning. His brother came to his aid, or so he thought, and went nuts thereafter. All hell broke loose by 9pm. Before the night was over, people were dead, and so was the policeman. End of story? On the contrary, it's just the start of it. But before this turns into a sort of eulogy from an apologetic, I would just like to say:
WHAT THE FUCK!?
Don't we have enough cheese burgers in the world to make everybody happy? Why hostage foreigners? Why not Gloria instead? I'd be damn happy if that would have been the case. I'd even go there and scream, shoot the fucking bastard! Thrice! Using the same bullet!
Nah, I kid you. I'm not crazy enough to scream at a police officer with a rifle.
But I would not dare laugh at the incident that happened. It's not a joke, like when you say your neighbor is too old archaeologists have dug ancient Egyptian pottery in her vagina. No, it's not like that.
Again, here's a few moments of silence to the victims of the hostage crisis...
and of course...
WHAT THE FUCK!?
Don't we have enough cheese burgers in the world to make everybody happy? Why hostage foreigners? Why not Gloria instead? I'd be damn happy if that would have been the case. I'd even go there and scream, shoot the fucking bastard! Thrice! Using the same bullet!
Nah, I kid you. I'm not crazy enough to scream at a police officer with a rifle.
But I would not dare laugh at the incident that happened. It's not a joke, like when you say your neighbor is too old archaeologists have dug ancient Egyptian pottery in her vagina. No, it's not like that.
Again, here's a few moments of silence to the victims of the hostage crisis...
and of course...
for Lito Lapid, my favorite. Again, he is just too Kusher.

Sunday, August 22, 2010
Male Restroom Etiquette
[1] Extend a helping hand
When you're taking a piss and you see another guy enter the comfort room and walk towards the urinal, tell him "hey, I'm almost done. I can give you a hand with that." Then slowly extend your hand. And then smile. This, by far, is the most polite thing that a guy can do to another guy. It goes with the Christian spirit of giving. Jesus himself said, "what you do unto others, you do unto Me," or something like that. I'm sure Jesus would be happy if you help him take a piss.
[2] Smile
If you and the other fellow at the next cubicle suddenly make eye-contact [yes, it happens], give him a smile. Remember, a smile confuses an approaching frown.
[3] Make friends
While taking a piss, strike a conversation. For example...
You: Wow.
Random Stranger: Wow what?
You: *smile*
Random Stranger: *confused*
You: Can I add you in Facebook?
[4] Give everyone a hug
Self-explanatory.
When you're taking a piss and you see another guy enter the comfort room and walk towards the urinal, tell him "hey, I'm almost done. I can give you a hand with that." Then slowly extend your hand. And then smile. This, by far, is the most polite thing that a guy can do to another guy. It goes with the Christian spirit of giving. Jesus himself said, "what you do unto others, you do unto Me," or something like that. I'm sure Jesus would be happy if you help him take a piss.
[2] Smile
If you and the other fellow at the next cubicle suddenly make eye-contact [yes, it happens], give him a smile. Remember, a smile confuses an approaching frown.
[3] Make friends
While taking a piss, strike a conversation. For example...
You: Wow.
Random Stranger: Wow what?
You: *smile*
Random Stranger: *confused*
You: Can I add you in Facebook?
[4] Give everyone a hug
Self-explanatory.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Memory Lane
Here's a walk down memory lane:
I had a class the following day. Part of the ordeal, as with any other class, is to read the cases assigned. That evening, I searched one of the cases assigned through Google. Having found the link to the case, I read it thoroughly and was, in fact, delighted at the facts and how the court ruled. I read it thrice just to be sure that I understood what I read. It was a bit short than the other cases.
That night, I got a bit excited. I went "oh yeah I am so nailing this case for tomorrow's recitation," or something to that effect. I even imagined myself standing up slowly after getting called to recite the case, with a bright aura shining behind me and a divine chorus of angels playing in the background all the while. I was able to sleep eventually.
So the day came and it was time for class. The case I got excited with was the last case for the day's discussion. Almost two hours went by, the class was about to end, and I wasn't called yet. I thought to myself, "fuck yeah, call me, call me." But somebody else got called to recite the case. I got a bit frustrated, but hey, maybe it just wasn't my day.
And it really wasn't.
As my classmate was reciting the case, I thought, "what is that case?" To cut the chase, I realized I read the WRONG case. So much for the adrenaline rush.
I had a class the following day. Part of the ordeal, as with any other class, is to read the cases assigned. That evening, I searched one of the cases assigned through Google. Having found the link to the case, I read it thoroughly and was, in fact, delighted at the facts and how the court ruled. I read it thrice just to be sure that I understood what I read. It was a bit short than the other cases.
That night, I got a bit excited. I went "oh yeah I am so nailing this case for tomorrow's recitation," or something to that effect. I even imagined myself standing up slowly after getting called to recite the case, with a bright aura shining behind me and a divine chorus of angels playing in the background all the while. I was able to sleep eventually.
So the day came and it was time for class. The case I got excited with was the last case for the day's discussion. Almost two hours went by, the class was about to end, and I wasn't called yet. I thought to myself, "fuck yeah, call me, call me." But somebody else got called to recite the case. I got a bit frustrated, but hey, maybe it just wasn't my day.
And it really wasn't.
As my classmate was reciting the case, I thought, "what is that case?" To cut the chase, I realized I read the WRONG case. So much for the adrenaline rush.
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