The KC-Piolo Saga: Is Piolo gay? Is the sky blue?

Alam na siguro halos kalahati ng populasyon na marunong manood ng tv(o web video) na Pinoy ang kagimbal-gimbal na news shocker na mismong pati si CGMA ay napatalon at diumano'y natanggal ang neck brace sa lupit ng pasabog ni KC Concepcion. At maging ang SC Spokesperson na si Atty. Midas ay napa-"Aaaay!" nang matalo ang kanyang viral video. 

Kung napakaswerte mo na di mo alam ang nangyari, naging mag-un raw sila KC at Piolo. Wag kang magulat, di pa yun ang punchline!!! Naghiwalay na sila. Nang magpaintervie si KC, eh sinabi nyang mayroon raw na hinahanap mo na napaka BASIC lang na hinahanap ng isang babae sa isang boyfriend na hindi niya ata mahanap. (Grabe namang pagkakatago nun).


Kaya nagtanong ako sa aking mga kaibigan: "Kung ikaw si KC at ex mo si Piolo, ano ang "hinahanap mo na napaka BASIC lang na hinahanap ng isang babae sa isang boyfriend?"


At ito ang mga top 10 answers:

10 Madonna hay naku kailangan pa bang imemorize yan? ahahaha

9 @docchok ang pagiging boy?

   Ana  Lalaki cia.kya nga bf,eh.kng ms mlandi cia e di sna,babae n lng pnili q.bleeh!

8 Aiza  probably a good night kiss. kaso nandidiri si piolo. d nya ma-take kc d sila talo ni kc.

7 Martin  Siyempre dapat marunong siyang jumerjer... Baka di nag fla-flag ceremony pag nagjejer sila kailangan pa niya tingnan pic ni Sam Milby :-)

6 Aya Heterosexual

5 Georgina Sparks Holding hands. Mas malambot daw kasi ang kamay nya kay KC kaya ayaw nya.

4 @salbehe Time.Space.Warp.Ngyon din!

3 Patricia  T.T. 

2 Jan  Uhm.. Spare lipstick? :P

1 @alwynvillaruel Etits.

Ikaw, ano ang sa tingin mo? Husgahan mo ang nakuhang exclusive video na ito, kung saan nakitang nakabrip si Piolo kasama ang isang babae sa kwarto. Ito na ang the best sampalan bed scene niya on cam!

Astig na Nars

Kailangan ko pa bang ulitin kung gaano kahirap ang maging isang nars?

Hindi ko sinasabi ang hirap ng di-mabilang na oras ng pagkabisa at pagbasa sa sandamakmak na mga libro sa eskuwelahan. Hindi rin ang hirap ng oras ng trabaho kung saan galing night shift, ay pang-umaga ka pagkatapos ng isang day off. Hindi rin ang hirap na kung saan ang lahat ng kakilala mo ay may "weekend" at may "T.G.I.F.", samantalang ikaw ay "regular" na may pasok ng holiday (i.e. Pasko). Hindi rin ang paglinis ng mga "di na kelangang banggitin" na mga kung anu-anung mga bagay na galing sa pasyente. O sige, isama ko na ang pagpipigil sa mga terror na mga doktor, mga striktang mga bossing, at mga makukulit na mga pasyente at mga relatives, pero hindi pa rin yun.

Iba ang hirap na sinasabi ko, na hindi mo basta-basta mababasa sa libro, o maaaral sa eskuwelahan. Ang "psychoemotional toughness". Isang araw, nagsimula ang araw ko kung saan ang pasyente ay pumanaw na, at ako ang gagawa ng "post-mortem care" sa namayapa na. Kahit di ko man kaano-ano ang sumakabilang-buhay, mahirap pigilan na kahit papano, may kurot sa damdamin na mararamdaman. Pagkatapos ay hinarap ko ang nagdadalamhating pamilya, at sa kabila ng lahat ay nagpasalamat para sa alagang ibinigay para kay "Tatay". Pinabaunan ko sila ng dasal para sa kanilang pamilya.

Makalipas ang ilang minuto, sa kabilang kwarto, ay sinalubong naman ako ng ngiti ni lola, dahil masaya siyang uuwi na kinabukasan. Magkasamang "excitement" at pasasalamat dahil makakatulog na raw siya sa kama niya at makakaligo na nang maayos sa shower niya. Nagkakwentuhan kami at sinabi ko sa kanyang wag siyang mapatakbo sa excitement at baka mabalian na naman siya ng balakang. Iniwan ko siyang nakangiti at nagbalik siya sa pagsagot ng crossword puzzle.

Paglipat ko sa malaking kwarto, tinulungan ko ang isang nanay na kumaen, dahil mayroon siyang "dementia" at wala siyang ganang kumain,. Kahit anung pilit at estilo at pagkumbinse ng kahit sino sa ward, ayaw talaga niyang kumaen. Naiisip kong parang wala akong kwentang nars at di ko nagagawa ang dapat kong gawin. Maski makailang kabit sa kanya ng IV fluids ng doktor at tatanggalin rin niya, minsan tatanungin ko ang sarili ko, "Ano bang ginagawa kong mali?" Biglang tatakbo sa utak ko ang mga boses ng mga magagaling kong mga professor at mga Clinical Instructor na nagtuturo kung anu ang dapat kong gawin, at gawan ko ng NCP o Nursing Care Plan ang mga yun, ASAP.

Makalipas ang ilang saglit, hinaharap ko na ang isang namumuong reklamo ng isang kamag-anak tungkol sa isang pasyente. Sinusubukan ko namang sagutin ang mga tanong at siguraduhing ang lahat ng maaaring aksyon ay magawa nang hanggang sila ay mapaliwanagan. Maski naririndi na ang tenga ko, at hirap na akong makipag-"Inglessan", e sige pa rin ako sa pakikipagdiskusyon maski bali-bali na ang grammar at accent ko.

Sasabayan pa yan ng order ng mga doktor ng kabi-kabilang STAT sa iba't-ibang pasyente.

Maya-maya, may nakikita akong pasyente na palabas ng pinto na naka-wheelchair at pauwi na sa bahay. Tuwang tuwa, at ang ngiti eh halos naningkit na ang kanyang "blue-eyes" at di matapos-tapos ang pamamaalam at pasasalamat. At sinabi na di niya malilimutan ang pag-aalaga at pagtulong sa kanya ng buong team. Walang presyo ang marinig mo ang mga ganong salita.

Luha. Takot. Tuwa. Inis. Galit. Pagdadalamhati. Kamatayan. Kalayaan. Pagod. Saya.

Lahat ng iyan, maaaring matikman mo sa loob lang ng isang araw. Lahat ng iyan, tumatakbo sa isipan mo, gumugulo sa pakiramdam mo. Kung naimbento lang ang paghati sa katawan ng isang nars para magawa ang kaliwa't-kanang trabaho ng sabay-sabay, tiyak nars ang unang oorder nun.

Walang katumbas na salapi ang makakatapat sa mga iyan. Kailangan ko pa bang ulitin kung gaano kahirap ang maging isang nars?

Ang sagot, hindi na. Dahil lagi kong iniisip na isang nars lang ang kayang makagawa at makalagpas at magtagumpay sa lahat nang yan. Dahil ang mga nars, sadyang pinagkalooban ng panahon at pagkakataon ng "psychoemotional toughness", di lang para sa trabaho, kundi para na rin sa pang-araw-araw na buhay.

Kaya kung ikaw ay nars o may kakilala kang nars, isa lang masasabi ko sa'yo: "Astig ka!"

To the South

One fine Wednesday, well it was 1 degree Celsius, so "fine" is just me being polite.
My big sister works on a cruise ship, and they docked on the Southampton port, and I zoomed there via train/tube/taxi.
And we had a blast. (aka we pigged out the whole day)

thoughtpic: Rise of Fall

Rise of Fall.

The sound & crunch of thick browned leaves under your shoes. 

Marvelous Morocco

Morocco is a must for anyone who loves travel, culture, and adventure. 

Warning: It is not for the weak-of-heart. You must have an open-mind, an embracing spirit, and a very good appetite for adventure and fun.

Hotel Agdal's interiors couldn't be more colourful.

We went to Marrakech for the ladyboss's birth anniversary, and it was a lot of very big ticks on our bucketlists:

Ride a Camel

Meet my mate, Brownie.

Learn and speak few French words

and conquer Sahara Desert

For a Filipino like me, it reminded me of Manila to be honest. Not the Makati or The Fort kind, but the old Manila. There are some parts of the "New City" where it looked like it was somewhere in Roxas Boulevard, and in the "Old City" or the Medina, it would appear as if you're in Quiapo. Which is actually good for me. It feels so foreign, yet so familiar.

I'm A Dead Lover Series

I'm A Dead Lover Series
Chapter I: Wtf is life?!
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It is now 11-11-11. You know what that means? Another boring day for me, just like the other 364 days.

Now, I've got a confession to make to you. And a grand tale to tell as well. I am dead. Not that figurative form of talk of a teen when their parents find out they did something stupid. Or when guys were caught cheating on their lovers.

Literally dead.

I am dead serious (pun intended). All I know is that I've got no freaking pulse, I don't breathe, and I don't need to piss every 15 minutes.

How do I look like? I see a man in the mirror. No, I am not Michael Jackson, but we'll get back to him later. I am apparently a guy, probably in the range of 20something years to the point before I got fed up with the married life. So, that might be somewhere in the 20something years still I guess. My eyes pop out occasionally. (Figuratively of course, you dimwit). For I don't sleep at all. How do I know? Because I try to hit up the nightspots every now and then, when there's nothing good on the telly anyway.

Don't you ever mistake me for the glorified undead. I am no freakin' vampire. I don't sparkle at all. My skin looks ugh and eew. Well, that's mainly because my bath soap sucks. These advertisements don't tell the half-truth do they?

Okay, I got no beef with these vampires. (Pun not intended). But they are just annoying the hell out of me. Whenever they see me, they'd make face as if they vomited, then quickly swallowed it back. What's that all about? They are the ones who suck random humans!

I'm getting hazy now with my stories. Must be the brains. Hmmm, brains...

Again, I know it sounds crazy, but believe me on this. If I were alive, I would bet my life on it: Vampires do not take a bath at all. So it's best to avoid them in crowded places.

What am I then? Well, I checked on this very awesome site, err I mean I googled it. And I think you guys got it all wrong. First off, we don't eat human flesh. Who would do such a thing?! That is such a horrible thing to do! Until I read about the cannibals...

Whoever said that a zombie eat humans for fun and nourishment is so untrue. Have you ever read it in the newspaper? CNN? On the Jersey Shore? Hell no. I think that is a malicious misinformation. Secondly, we don't look like dead-dead. I guess it's really offensive to me that people say they look like "zombies" when they look sleepless and haggard. Why can't they just tell that they look awful and ugly, okay?

Now that I convinced you with the facts that only a certified zombie knows, let me tell you more about myself now.

To be honest, I don't know who I was when I was living. True story. All I know is that I woke up one day, with no memories of who I was. I think I woke up in a laboratory. Or, an abandoned room with seemingly medical stuffs around. God, I hate seeing those needles and syringes on the table, they make me sick!

I was wearing nothing else but paper towels covering my body. Like I was a rotting sandwich left on the cafeteria table. I looked pale. And I felt a massive headache, like something drilled my head. Oh I hope it's not those needles. Sick!

Then when I couldn't make up of what happened and who did what, I just walked out, then I ran as fast as I could. There was no one else in that building. I don't recognize the building. Hell, I couldn't even remember my freaking name! All I know is that it was cold, and windy. It has been almost a year now, and I still can't make up what happened.

I decided to get myself a name. I thought Brad Pitt is a cool name, but he was a movie star. Then I decided, I will be known as Beckham. I think it rings a bell, doesn't it?

My name is Beckham, and I am dead, but not "dead"-looking.

Wondering about those Poppies?

Why People Wear Poppies In November

Will.I.Am. does it.

Each time I see those red flowers pinned on people's clothes, I always wonder what does it really mean? I couldn't even recognize the flower, but it is called a Poppy apparently. It is red, with a black circle at the centre. Umm, yeah that's how far as I know. 

So, here comes Wikipedia to the rescue and to enlighten you guys as well.

Carboot Chronicles

Sunday time may mean going to Church for some, or a laidback rest day with the family. But here for us, it could mean another awesome thing: Carboot!

Yes, it is your typical garage sale of pre-loved anythings, whether used, unused, or whatnots. Imagine ebay (with fixed prices or you may even do some bidding if you're lucky!), coming unto tangible life.

I've been unable to get to the carboot sale these past few weeks, so I felt like a kid earlier once I stepped my foot past those entrance steel gates.

Cheapskate slash hoarder mode, on.
Really tried to hold on to my wallet really tight. Not.

Here are some of the Yummy buys of the day.

House of the Dead 2&3 Return Wii game
Super Mario Bros. Wii

-Who wouldn't love these classic games? I've spent countless man-hours (should I say child-hours?) playing these games. And I plan to do some more.




A Superman Returns Figurine

- I'm not a big fan of Superman really. But if you find one of these rare original collectibles for only £3, I'd kill for one.



Batman Mini Game Figure

-Sorry, I forgot for which game this one is for, but the guy seller just gave it to me for free with the Superman figure just because Batman was on top of the box. Good deal I suppose.





- And of my favorites, I've been seeing this sign way before I even knew what it was for or what it meant. And to get one as a journal, is a big bonus indeed. Think of a Moleskin journal, with this all-Brit line on the hard-cover. Tough to beat.




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Definitely I bought more than those. The most favorite item that I got today was this:




Watchout everyone, be nice or else. He's watching...

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Thoughtpic: Morocco is like a cat

Souks and minarets

Morocco is like a cat

Feisty and graceful

~haiku for Morocco~