Joseph Adam "Joe" Jonas, 1/3 of the famous Disney group Jonas Brothers, is said to be the hottest of the three. He was even sexier when he danced to the song "Single Ladies" by singer Beyonce Knowles.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Innocence, guilt and fatty lawyers
Being declared innocent in court does not mean you're truly innocent. Even if you're innocent unless proven guilty, the truth is if you had indeed committed a crime, then you have been guilty since -- never mind the justice system.
* Note: I'm not saying Michael Jackson is guilty of anything; however, I've been seeing things like:
innocent until proven guilty.
was he proven guilty? NO, therefore, that makes him innocent.
* Note: I'm not saying Michael Jackson is guilty of anything; however, I've been seeing things like:
innocent until proven guilty.was he proven guilty? NO, therefore, that makes him innocent.
How naive! The world does not work that way, my dear.
Fact: Many criminals get away with their crimes because of a number of factors, such as:
* Innocence in the eyes of the law can be bought and/or extorted. Judges and lawyers are human, too, and are subject to the temptations and desires of all men / women. No exceptions.
* The prosecution was less powerful than the defense. The defense was smarter and more influential than the prosecution.
* Technicalities in the eyes of the law. A missed word, an overlooked detail can turn the tables for both prosecution and defense.
So what of Michael Jackson? Is he guilty or not? In the eyes of the law, he is innocent. Perhaps he really is. But only he and the child would ever know what really happened.
Fact: Many criminals get away with their crimes because of a number of factors, such as:
* Innocence in the eyes of the law can be bought and/or extorted. Judges and lawyers are human, too, and are subject to the temptations and desires of all men / women. No exceptions.
* The prosecution was less powerful than the defense. The defense was smarter and more influential than the prosecution.
* Technicalities in the eyes of the law. A missed word, an overlooked detail can turn the tables for both prosecution and defense.
So what of Michael Jackson? Is he guilty or not? In the eyes of the law, he is innocent. Perhaps he really is. But only he and the child would ever know what really happened.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Judas Iscariot for president
After being traumatized at your election virginity... after several signs of vote buying and cheating... after campaigning hard for your favorite candidate only to find out that he's a bastard just like all the rest... you decide to call it quits. No more voting for you.
You tell the world: Go ahead, take my vote, give it to whomever you want! Anyway, whether I vote or not, the result is just the same. I'll just reserve all my energy for giving my fuckbuddy a hell of a good night! It would be more enjoyable than going on a field trip to a crampy voting center and getting terribly pissed off because my charismatic favorite candidate turned out to be a treacherous snake! Blaaaah!!!
(My sentiments exactly.)
Unfortunately for you, your righteous parents / husband / wife / children / boyfriend / girlfriend / stupid fuckbuddy-who'd-rather-vote-than-fuck wants to go through the hassle of voting because "voting is not just a right, it is a duty, it is your duty to the country, it is the least you can do to serve your motherland, and if you don't vote, then you have no right to complain about the government" (no shit, somebody actually said this). And, whether you don't like it or don't like it, they're tagging you along.
Fiiiiiiiine.
You slump your chin on your hands and lazily stare at your empty ballot. You glance at your annoying companions and see them dutifully fill in their votes.
You haven't chosen anyone to vote for 'coz, hell yeah, you can't find anyone deserving. Calling ABSTAIN on every blank spells "boring!!"
What do you do now?
(to be continued... I just bought Sims 3 and I'm too lazy to blog!)
You tell the world: Go ahead, take my vote, give it to whomever you want! Anyway, whether I vote or not, the result is just the same. I'll just reserve all my energy for giving my fuckbuddy a hell of a good night! It would be more enjoyable than going on a field trip to a crampy voting center and getting terribly pissed off because my charismatic favorite candidate turned out to be a treacherous snake! Blaaaah!!!
(My sentiments exactly.)
Unfortunately for you, your righteous parents / husband / wife / children / boyfriend / girlfriend / stupid fuckbuddy-who'd-rather-vote-than-fuck wants to go through the hassle of voting because "voting is not just a right, it is a duty, it is your duty to the country, it is the least you can do to serve your motherland, and if you don't vote, then you have no right to complain about the government" (no shit, somebody actually said this). And, whether you don't like it or don't like it, they're tagging you along.
Fiiiiiiiine.
You slump your chin on your hands and lazily stare at your empty ballot. You glance at your annoying companions and see them dutifully fill in their votes.
You haven't chosen anyone to vote for 'coz, hell yeah, you can't find anyone deserving. Calling ABSTAIN on every blank spells "boring!!"
What do you do now?
(to be continued... I just bought Sims 3 and I'm too lazy to blog!)
Friday, July 10, 2009
Workout for flabby arms
After a week of trying Pilates, I felt uncomfortable with the routine. It didn't feel right for me. I didn't feel any resistance, and the exercise is just too unappealing and too boring for me.
I'm gonna try this one instead:
* Youtube video from glannonbrian
I'm gonna try this one instead:
* Youtube video from glannonbrian
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Circus at the polls
Okay, so let's say that you're a first-time voter in the Philippines. You've already registered at the Comelec, and you've managed to keep your police clearance clean by not strangling the ineffective secretary and the corrupt whochamacallits. Despite the disappointments, you've decided not to boycott the 2nd Monday of May.
What do you do now?
1. Wait for your voter's ID to be delivered to your house. You should receive it within a matter of months. If you're lucky, you get it before the election day. My father got his within a few weeks, the magic of having a politically-familiar middle name. However, since that name was not passed down to my brother and me, some smartarse thought it was a good idea to just use my money on other ventures. (Talk about a two-year grudge... and, yes, I'm still mad about it.)
Tip: Thinking of givin' some bribes to get everything done quickly? Well, that's all up to you. If you ask me, don't do it. It's not worth it. You defeat the purpose of "clean & fair elections" if you have to bribe along the way of getting the right to vote. And, regardless, you're still going to get to vote... so why bother spending extra??
Plus, if a rare honest employee catches you trying to bribe him or her, you might find yourself in prison -- and unable to vote.
2. While you're waiting for that expensive piece of paper, you will have to think about who to vote for. Now, I'm not going to influence you on that, 'coz our preferences on candidates naturally differ. If you wanna vote for someone famous,whose face you always see on TV, fine. If you wanna vote for someone on the basis of their good looks, or manner of speaking, or the smell of their perfume, then that's your business.
What matters is:
Nobody forces you to vote for who you vote for.
Think democracy, always.
3. Didn't get your voter's ID? Don't worry. You will still get to vote. But don't be too happy about it 'coz that's not a good sign. If anyone, whether he has a voter's ID or not, can just come up and claim an identity and say he has registered at the Comelec, then he can vote over and over again, right?
Anyway, you can't worry about that now. Bring a pen, a valid ID, the receipt for your voter's ID, and your list of favorite candidates, then head for the precinct. Look for your name on the voter's list, then head for the table where you can get your ballot sheet.
4. When I last voted, I couldn't find my name on the voter's list. But did that stop me from voting? Hell, no! If you can't find your name on the voter's list, head for the helpdesk, show your receipt and your valid ID, and get your ballot sheet. Find an empty desk where you can fill in your ballot in peace.
5. Unfortunately for you, you can't find an empty desk. People are filling in their ballots next to each other, where they can literally read off four ballots away from them. Come on, you can't expect that the orderly setup shown on TV is what they actually have, can you??
(I dunno about other areas, but this is what I encountered in Parañaque. Talk about first-time trauma!!!)
Everywhere in the room, grimy little children totter around, distributing "sample" ballots for undecided fools. Yep, they too can read what you have written, and they know if you "need" to be convinced to vote for someone else. Creepy.
Just huddle to one corner of the room and fill your ballot furtively.
Tip: Don't leave a single blank on your ballot empty!! Someone could fill it in with the name of an undesirable candidate! Write ABSTAIN if you can't decide on anyone for that position.
6. Now time to drop your ballots into the metal boxes (they don't look anything like the lovely box I have in the picture -- not that our old boxes aren't good enough). Go to the helpdesk. Have them stain your finger with indelible ink. This is supposed to prevent you from voting again.
Unfortunately, the "indelible" ink can be easily removed with a nail file, alcohol and acetone.
Head home, grab a drink, watch out for the election results, and decide if you still wanna vote the next time.
Stay cool. You need it.
What do you do now?
1. Wait for your voter's ID to be delivered to your house. You should receive it within a matter of months. If you're lucky, you get it before the election day. My father got his within a few weeks, the magic of having a politically-familiar middle name. However, since that name was not passed down to my brother and me, some smartarse thought it was a good idea to just use my money on other ventures. (Talk about a two-year grudge... and, yes, I'm still mad about it.)
Tip: Thinking of givin' some bribes to get everything done quickly? Well, that's all up to you. If you ask me, don't do it. It's not worth it. You defeat the purpose of "clean & fair elections" if you have to bribe along the way of getting the right to vote. And, regardless, you're still going to get to vote... so why bother spending extra??
Plus, if a rare honest employee catches you trying to bribe him or her, you might find yourself in prison -- and unable to vote.
2. While you're waiting for that expensive piece of paper, you will have to think about who to vote for. Now, I'm not going to influence you on that, 'coz our preferences on candidates naturally differ. If you wanna vote for someone famous,whose face you always see on TV, fine. If you wanna vote for someone on the basis of their good looks, or manner of speaking, or the smell of their perfume, then that's your business.
What matters is:
Nobody forces you to vote for who you vote for.
Think democracy, always.
3. Didn't get your voter's ID? Don't worry. You will still get to vote. But don't be too happy about it 'coz that's not a good sign. If anyone, whether he has a voter's ID or not, can just come up and claim an identity and say he has registered at the Comelec, then he can vote over and over again, right?
Anyway, you can't worry about that now. Bring a pen, a valid ID, the receipt for your voter's ID, and your list of favorite candidates, then head for the precinct. Look for your name on the voter's list, then head for the table where you can get your ballot sheet.
4. When I last voted, I couldn't find my name on the voter's list. But did that stop me from voting? Hell, no! If you can't find your name on the voter's list, head for the helpdesk, show your receipt and your valid ID, and get your ballot sheet. Find an empty desk where you can fill in your ballot in peace.
5. Unfortunately for you, you can't find an empty desk. People are filling in their ballots next to each other, where they can literally read off four ballots away from them. Come on, you can't expect that the orderly setup shown on TV is what they actually have, can you??
(I dunno about other areas, but this is what I encountered in Parañaque. Talk about first-time trauma!!!)
Everywhere in the room, grimy little children totter around, distributing "sample" ballots for undecided fools. Yep, they too can read what you have written, and they know if you "need" to be convinced to vote for someone else. Creepy.
Just huddle to one corner of the room and fill your ballot furtively.
Tip: Don't leave a single blank on your ballot empty!! Someone could fill it in with the name of an undesirable candidate! Write ABSTAIN if you can't decide on anyone for that position.
6. Now time to drop your ballots into the metal boxes (they don't look anything like the lovely box I have in the picture -- not that our old boxes aren't good enough). Go to the helpdesk. Have them stain your finger with indelible ink. This is supposed to prevent you from voting again.
Unfortunately, the "indelible" ink can be easily removed with a nail file, alcohol and acetone.
Head home, grab a drink, watch out for the election results, and decide if you still wanna vote the next time.
Stay cool. You need it.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
MJ (still) yummy @ death
After passing away last June 25, 2009, and laying dead above the ground for an unholy number of days, Michael Jackson is finally laid to rest.NOT.
What could have been (?) a solemn private funeral turned out to be a star-studded concert event. From Stevie Wonder to Mariah Carey to Jennifer Hudson, from Magic Johnson to Kobe Bryant, sooo many celebrities crowded the occasion that it was the "in" thing whether you're a Jackson fan or not.
THIS has got to be the most humongous funeral ever.
In case you missed it, you can check out the highlights at CNN. I'm sure you would. Millions of others, including myself, devoured the news coverage over and over again like crazy.
After this will come more speculations on how he really died. And was he really a pedophile? He had left unanswered questions, so many to feed thousands upon thousands of future newspaper articles and casual chitchats.
Perhaps not everything will be left to assumption. Maybe his kids will speak up more on their father now that he has passed away. Paris Jackson probably started it when she spoke, unmasked, before millions of people at the final, most touching point of the memorial:
* video from brandokelly
I must admit: I was moved to tears. Even I have been hooked on the Jackson death fever ever since it began, and I'm not a Jackson fan, so that must mean something. I began listening to his songs more. I learned that some of the songs I'm familiar with, like "Scream," "You are not Alone" and "They Don't Care About Us," were actually sung by him! Very, very much to my surprise.
Michael Jackson was fantastic. He had grown and died under the paparazzi's lens and behind curtains, tinted windows and surgical masks. He was an ironic mixture of fame and mystery; and for that reason, we are continuously drawn towards him.
We continuously query the Internet for his name. We flock blogs and forums, with our seemingly insatiable hunger for sympathy and debate on all things Michael Jackson. Admit it or not, we relish every emotion we have of his demise -- whether it's the pain of loss, or the heat of indignation, or the joy of good riddance.
And we're not gonna stop, not for all the calls that we ourselves make to give him the privacy that he had always longed for. No way. His life is just too delicious to let go. His death -- dare I say it -- almost orgasmic.
The attention that Michael Jackson had both loved and hated is not stopping at his funeral. He has not been laid to rest yet, and may not be for many years to come.
* Michael Jackson statue photo from Sjors Provoost, taken from Wikipedia
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Sucky side of suffrage
Long lines, disorganized records, fuckin' expensive voter's ID and computer-clueless staff. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Parañaque Comelec office.
Believe me. I've been there twice, and it fuckin' sucked twice. You may wanna see it for yourself, just to satisfy your curiosity and innate masochism. Otherwise, opt for a different precinct, if you can.
1. As for me, I don't wanna go back, even if it's to claim my long-lost-and-never-found voter's ID. Cost me more than PhP100. They said they would deliver my ID to my house but, even now, I'm still holding onto my receipt and wondering where my money went. Probably had gone to a more heavenly place, like Pegasus and Victoria Court.
And, unfortunately for you, we're still not done!1
2. Long lines are a given. The office is understaffed, and the process of passing voters from one desk to another is poorly engineered.
3. And, of course, there's the traffic caused by an ineffectual computer operator. I waited in line to have my picture taken (for that ID that I never got!), and to have my details entered into the database. Our line was longer than the rest. Beside him, another computer operator had already processed three applications when ours seemed to have barely started on one!
When my turn came, I found out what was taking him long: he was trying to copy from one password field to another password field! How idiotic! I watched him try and try and get frustrated a couple of times.
When I finally lost my patience, I grabbed the mouse from him and entered the data on my own. Got it done within a minute. And then he excused himself, said he was gonna have lunch, and asked someone else to take over.
Tip: Customers, sometimes, you just gotta take matters into your own hands. Comelec, please make sure that your staff know how to use the computer for other than Youtube and porn.
(to be continued)
Update: continued in the post Circus at the polls
1 R.I.P. Billy Mays
Believe me. I've been there twice, and it fuckin' sucked twice. You may wanna see it for yourself, just to satisfy your curiosity and innate masochism. Otherwise, opt for a different precinct, if you can.
1. As for me, I don't wanna go back, even if it's to claim my long-lost-and-never-found voter's ID. Cost me more than PhP100. They said they would deliver my ID to my house but, even now, I'm still holding onto my receipt and wondering where my money went. Probably had gone to a more heavenly place, like Pegasus and Victoria Court.
And, unfortunately for you, we're still not done!1
2. Long lines are a given. The office is understaffed, and the process of passing voters from one desk to another is poorly engineered.
3. And, of course, there's the traffic caused by an ineffectual computer operator. I waited in line to have my picture taken (for that ID that I never got!), and to have my details entered into the database. Our line was longer than the rest. Beside him, another computer operator had already processed three applications when ours seemed to have barely started on one!
When my turn came, I found out what was taking him long: he was trying to copy from one password field to another password field! How idiotic! I watched him try and try and get frustrated a couple of times.
When I finally lost my patience, I grabbed the mouse from him and entered the data on my own. Got it done within a minute. And then he excused himself, said he was gonna have lunch, and asked someone else to take over.
Tip: Customers, sometimes, you just gotta take matters into your own hands. Comelec, please make sure that your staff know how to use the computer for other than Youtube and porn.
(to be continued)
Update: continued in the post Circus at the polls
1 R.I.P. Billy Mays
Monday, July 6, 2009
A disillusioned child voter
While the folks around me groan about the upcoming elections, I can't help but feel the electricity of excitement buzz throughout my body. Since I was a child, I have been peppy about the election season; seeing all the fervor of campaigning and vote counting thrilled me more than watching cartoons.
Growing up, I counted the years to when I would cast my first vote, when my ballot would be one of the millions tallied before my eyes on TV. I was so excited about it, so much more than with dreams of someday getting wedded to my one true love. My parents warned me not to get too hyped up lest I get terribly disappointed.
Warning: This man might be planning to run for president.
* censored to protect the identity of the accused *
* edited from a public domain photograph, taken from Wikipedia
Growing up, I counted the years to when I would cast my first vote, when my ballot would be one of the millions tallied before my eyes on TV. I was so excited about it, so much more than with dreams of someday getting wedded to my one true love. My parents warned me not to get too hyped up lest I get terribly disappointed.
Warning: This man might be planning to run for president.* censored to protect the identity of the accused *
* edited from a public domain photograph, taken from Wikipedia
Twelve years and one election later, I found out that they were right. I was so excited all my life for this?? I now ask myself.
Looking back, I suppose I had envied my maternal grandfather. A dutiful Kapampangan, he never missed participating in the polls, despite having been dead since 1988.
And blame it on good ol' marketing, too. The elections on TV have been glamorized. On TV, the precincts were clean and orderly. There were well-spaced desks for the voters to sit comfortably in. Folders have also been provided for each desk, so that everyone can write his/her votes in secret.
But the truth, as always, was far from that.
(to be continued)
Update: continued on this post: sucky side of suffrage
Looking back, I suppose I had envied my maternal grandfather. A dutiful Kapampangan, he never missed participating in the polls, despite having been dead since 1988.
And blame it on good ol' marketing, too. The elections on TV have been glamorized. On TV, the precincts were clean and orderly. There were well-spaced desks for the voters to sit comfortably in. Folders have also been provided for each desk, so that everyone can write his/her votes in secret.
But the truth, as always, was far from that.
(to be continued)
Update: continued on this post: sucky side of suffrage
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Hannah Montana in Twilight??
Hannah Montana & Edward Cullen: destined lovers?Kindly refer to my deviantArt account for terms of use.
What if the role of Bella Swan had been played by Hannah Montana instead of by Kristen Stewart?
I'm pretty darned sure Edward Cullen would have lost his virginity within the first half of the movie. ^^
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