Ten Silly Thoughtless Years

Ten years.  That’s how old this bloody blog is gonna be on Monday, June 20.  It’s 3 years that I ran this blog over Friendster (a defunct social media site) and seven years powered by WordPress.  It’s been ten years of silly and imperative writing, meaningful and thoughtless expressions, fun and boring adventures.

cheers!

cheers!

I know that though ten years old, this blog has yet to become massively popular.  But popularity and making me a big time blogger is really not my objective of writing what I write and wrote about.  I am in fact responsible in half of the views of this blog!

Nengkoy, the blog, is simply about who and what I am.  This little space in the worldwide web has actually been an avenue to reveal some senseless, trivial and pointless secrets about me.  Thus, here’s the tenth year anniversary song of this blog.  This song is sooo me…

No I’m not gonna stop blogging yet.  But let me thank all those who find time reading my posts.  And I hope that though you’re not learning anything from it, you nevertheless been enjoying it.  Cheers!

Sampung Taon ng Kalokohan! Salamat sa lahat…

Cool FB Friendversary Video

Facebook surprised me when I saw an awesome post among my feed that pays tribute to the 6th year anniversary of my being connected with my brother Wreigh in Facebook.  It is so damn cool, I of course have to “share” it.  (It garnered 20 likes, by the way)

This post along with the ‘On This Day” feature in Facebook makes you feel nostalgic and sentimental.  It also makes you realize how far

you’ve been for the past few years… from your being nerdy to charmingly sociable or from being horribly ugly to being drop-dead gorgeous.  This Facebook feature is so amazing and heartwarming!

Being the wicked and crude that I am, this Facebook recollection makes me wonder when will Facebook pays homage to the time when you “un-friended” or “blocked” someone on Facebook.  I am so looking forward to seeing that kind of a tribute on my Facebook feed.  I will definitely share that!

Tenks Peysbuk!

The Sameness and Difference Between A Madonna Fan And A Duterte Fan

A fanatic is someone who is enthusiastically devoted to something or somebody.  They are the type whose supposed reasoning and realistic views are often clouded by their strong affection, uncritical adoration or excessive enthusiasm towards the object or person of their devotion.

filipino fanatics

filipino fandom

I for one is a fan.  Lots of friends and relatives know that the person of my fanaticism is the Queen of Pop Madonna.  I have done senseless things in the past on my being a fan of Madonna.  That is, from hanging huge posters or framed photos in my room to cutting and collecting clippings of articles written about her to buying all her records.

I am a fan because whatever Madonna does, I still admire her.  My reasoning, logic and judgement tends to get murky when it comes to Madonna.  Whatever she does, whatever she says and whatever she thinks, no matter how bad, evil or crazy it is, such will just be fine, tolerable and acceptable with me.

I can always reason out or justify why she utter a thought or does things no matter how stupid it may be.  I can even think of meanings behind what seem to be symbols in her wardrobe, in her songs or in her music videos.  That is how fanatic I am about Madonna.

This is the very idea that led me to think about the new fandoms that has emerged in two countries where the presidential election campaigns are ongoing.  I am talking about USA and the Philippines.

In US, it can no longer be denied the existence of hardcore devotion towards the Republican front runner Donald Trump.  And here in the Philippines, we have the presidential front runner and likely victor Rodrigo Duterte, whose despicable utterances and vile conducts make Donald Trump look like a polite and obedient boy.

And since I live here in the Philippines, let me focus the fanaticism towards Duterte.  Otherwise known as “The Digong Phenomenon”, this fandom is something new here in the Philippines.  According to social analysts, this new fanbase crisscrosses the social status spectrum, i.e. from class A to E.

And despite the fact that he has gone fickle in admitting to have hidden wealth, he disrespect the elders, challenge the foreign allies, admitted to have killed thousands of people, joked about rape and death of a slashed neck woman, call the Pope a son of a b, and does not seem to have concrete plans about the Philippines, his fans still would not mind.  The fanatics still profess to vote for him in the coming election.  They would even threaten to fight and stage a revolution in case he loses.

Yeah, I am the same of a fan-tard of Madonna as what multitude of Filipinos to being fan-tards of Duterte. But what’s the disturbing difference?  I can think of only one answer.

The big difference would be the effect of such fanaticism. My devotion or Madonna fans’ adoration would not shape or influence the future of a nation.  While the Duterte fanaticism could actually affect everyone in the Philippines may a citizen be a fan or not.  Madonna’s utterances, actions, triumphs and failures would basically affect her and her alone.  But Duterte’s actions, decisions, would-be-achievements and most-likely-transgressions would obviously affect every Filipino may they be based here or abroad.

similar yet very different

similar yet very different

And since I am not a fan, the thought of Duterte being my President makes me so anxious and nervous.    The result of the upcoming Philippine election definitely is a very critical event.  Whether I like it or not, it will be part of my life in the next six years.  The future of the overall situation of the nation where I breathe is at stake.  And the thought of Duterte being my President makes me shiver!  That is why in my humble effort, I would try to dissuade people from voting for Duterte.

I know that (like my unbending illogical adoration towards Madonna) the Duterte fanatics will never, in any way reverse or even bend their fanaticism towards Mr. Duterte.  And in case Duterte is proclaimed the President, I would just have to accept and assent to the impending menacing circumstances.

I will most probably lynched or will have to shower offensive slurs in the next couple of days because of this piece of writing – because Duterte diehards can somewhat be rude, insulting and odious – but I truly hope and pray that Duterte fans are outnumbered by voters who chose a different candidate.

Aside from being the same on being illogical, unbending and absurd. I just hope that Duterte fanatics are outnumbered, the same way that I being a Madonna fan is outnumbered.

Santa Maria!!! Hwag naman sana!!!!

Too Thankful to Wail at the Wailing Wall

The Western Wall (which others call The Wailing Wall) has been regarded by the Jews as the sole remnant of the Holy Temple.  It is considered to be the closest accessible site to the holiest spot in Judaism known as the Foundation Stone which lies on the Temple Mount.  Because of these, the Western Wall has become a place of pilgrimage among the Jews around the world.

a holy site to behold

a holy site to behold

selfie muna

selfie muna

amen!

amen!

i could not believe i would be this blessed!

i could not believe i would be this blessed!

Since it is the holiest accessible site, the Western Wall would be the site where Jewish believers would lament about the obliteration of the temple as well as the site where they would pray for intentions.  As a tradition, people would write a note on a piece of paper about their intentions, their petitions, their requests, wishes, longings and yearnings.  And insert the paper into the crevices of the walls for the heavenly beings to grant such wishes, requests and appeals.

Though a non-Jewish, I have been gifted by the heavens to set foot, see, smell and feel the massive and majestic walls of the Western Wall.  Some perhaps must be envious that a pathetic underachiever like me was granted the rare chance to pray and ask for anything that I need and want to the Holy God of the Jewish world.

me and my sister on our 2nd visit

me and my sister on our 2nd visit

too overjoyed to ask for anything...

too overjoyed to ask for anything…

But honestly, I failed to write any petition neither did I fail to even murmur on the stones about any wish.  It is because I was too overjoyed and too thankful to ask for anything at that moment.  The mere fact that I was blessed to be in the Holy Land is already a massive and colossal gift from the heavens.  I was so thrilled and delighted I could no longer ask for anything else at that moment.

Mapapasigaw ka talaga ng “Tenk Yu Lord!”

Bound for Israel: A Rare Airport Security Experience

snoozing inside el al air

snoozing inside el al air

Prior to leaving Manila (with a connecting flight in Hongkong) for an exciting adventure, I have been told by few friends on how stringent the security is prior to entering the Holy Land of Israel.  I was told that prior to being allowed entry inside the state, questions asked at the immigration could be very stern, firm and exacting.  Thus, prior to leaving my apartment in Manila, I internalize and assumed the thoughts of a beauty pageant contestant.  Armed with a smile like that of a docile idiot, I guess talking about hope, happiness and world peace would be the best answers for the Israeli immigration officer to allow me in.

But what surprised me about the exceptional and unique airport experience I had on travelling to Israel was the time when I and my sister (whom I am travelling with) needs to get our El Al (Israeli Airlines) boarding pass at the Hongkong Airport.

All passengers of the El AI flight were gathered and escorted to W1 desk where the boarding pass will be issued.  But prior to the issuance, I then have encountered the rarest airport experience I had.  All of us passengers would first have to line-up so that we would have to be interrogated one-by-one by an Israeli airport security (I suppose).  The questions were so plenty, we have not even landed to Israel!

inside ben guiron airport towards immigration for another round of interrogation

inside ben guiron airport towards immigration for another round of interrogation

shalom!

shalom!

Tons of questions were thrown at me and my sister – how are we related, who packed our luggage, when did we packed it, do we know someone in Israel, what are we gonna do in Israel, if we live together in one house, is the lock of our luggage is key operated or of a number combination, are the luggage keys complicated or plain and simple, etc.  It was so plenty, I never had the chance to incorporate hope, happiness and world peace in my answers.

To add more rarity to the experience, we were then ordered to show then surrender our luggage keys to the solicitous interrogating officer.  He gently explained that our luggage would have to be opened and rigorously inspected (because someone in transit might have planted a bomb inside) before it be towed inside the plane.  Thinking of rather being safe than sorry, we of course issued our respective keys and were told to claim the same at the gate prior to boarding. We were then pointed to proceed to the W1 desk for the issuance of our respective boarding passes.

The only usual thing I experienced inside Hongkong airport was the grumpy face and cantankerous attitude of the Hongkonese issuing our boarding pass.  While asking this Hongkongnese to make sure that I and my sister be seated together preferably at the aisle, I was actually thinking of rather answering the countless questions of the calm and mild Israeli security than that of talking to the rude and impolite Hongkonese airport staff.

thanks to my japan and new york exposure, riding the tel aviv train was a piece of cake

thanks to my japan and new york exposure, riding the tel aviv train was a piece of cake

safe & secured... on our way to our hotel

safe & secured… on our way to our hotel

When we arrived in Ben Guiron Airport in Tel Aviv, we again were barraged with multiple questions at the immigration desk before we were allowed inside Israel.  I was actually not irritated nor upset.  I in fact appreciated the rigorous (yet smooth) security measures that the Israeli Security carries out.  Knowing how crazy the world – the universe rather – that we live in right now, these safety efforts and security measures would really be something worth appreciating.

Gusto ko pa naman sabihin yung… “byuti wid a hart” Hahaha!

My Proof of Purchase of the Rebel Heart Tour

the "iconic" number the would result to sensory overload!

sensory overload! i was too mesmerized to record this

Now that the Manila and Singapore leg of the Rebel Heart tour has been concluded, Queen Madonna right now must be prepping up for her concert in New Zealand.  But right here in Manila, the vibe and spirit of the concert still reverberates.

Everyone who were able to see the show here in Manila have posted their own video clip of Madonna performing in their respective social media account.  This is their “proof of purchase” for such a spectacular event!  Their video is their tool to prove that they actually have the bragging rights and make those who failed to see it go inanely envious.

Who wouldn’t brag about witnessing this event?  It so far is the most expensive concert ticket sold in the live-entertainment-event history of the Philippines!  Thus, it would be ridiculous not to take a photo or a video!

Now that I am reviewing the video clips that I took during the concert, only now that I realized that my videos were too short.  My video clips were too short because I prefer watching Queen Madonna not from my cellphone screen and I guess I was too mesmerized by her every performance that I was not able to record properly.

Therefore, as my “proof of purchase”, I won’t post a clip of Madonna performing, I would instead publish the most amazing concert interlude that I have seen!

This is what I took… Start to get amazed…

Kakamangha! ‘Yan ang gagawin kong prodaksyon namber sa darating na Krismas Parti…  Hahaha!

A Douchebag Recipient of the One Lovely Blog Award

This expression of gratitude is long overdue.  So let me express one awesome thanks to SpiritualJourney17 for nominating the Nengkoy blog to the One Lovely Blog Award.one lovely blog award

Similar to all the disobliging folks who caused for the end of the worldwide trend on ALS Ice Bucket Challenge (or did it just died a natural death?), I too will digress in following the rule of the One Lovely Blog Award.

Rules of the award are as follows:

  • Thank the person who nominated you and include a link to their blog
  • List the rules and display the award
  • Add 7 facts about yourself
  • Nominate 7 or more other bloggers and leave a comment in one of their posts for them to know they have been nominated

I followed the first 2 rules.  The third rule can be found among the impish write-ups in this blog.  But for the last rule, I don’t know (personally) that much number of bloggers.  Consider me then to be one of the few uncooperative jerks and recipients who foolishly cut this amazing chain.  But still, let me thank SpiritualJourney17 for this incredible nomination!

‘Di ko inekspek ‘to! Salamat…

That Liberating Feeling Channeled by Queen Madonna

I may not be aware but as far as I know, I don’t curse.  Uttering expletives and swearwords is really not my cup of tea.  That is why while I was watching the first night of Madonna concert (Rebel Heart Tour) here in Manila I was surprised and was in disbelief by Madonna who generously peppered us with the “Mother F” words.  It initially felt awkward.

What is even more uncomfortable is that Madonna wanted us (the audience) to answer her questions in the affirmative by shouting “F@#k Yeah!” It was indeed super unpleasant at first.  But as the show develops to become more spectacular song after song, answering Madonna with such profanity seem so liberating.

I was like un-caged for a while and did not care who would react to such profanities that I was blaring.  And since everybody was in such a happy mood and because everybody else is doing it, no one cared, no one got offended and no one was hurt.  And that is the beauty of being able to scream out something that is unusual yet astonishingly redemptive and unshackling.

liberating aside from being spectacular!

liberating aside from being spectacular!

happy!

happy!

My shouting “F@#k Yeah!” that night actually became a bit of therapeutic.  It is because I was luckily able to channel and vent out all my worries, anxieties and desperations in my screaming!  I did not seem to care what Madonna was asking her audience but when it was time to respond and shriek with the rest of the spectators, I was pouring out all my angsts!

Madonna’s Rebel Heart tour I guess lived up to the title of the concert.  My heart indeed became temporarily rebellious from the norm because my civility would seem fly out the window every time I shout to respond to the Queen.  But the cathartic effect of screaming expletives that night was really comforting in the end.  No, I did not changed by starting to utter expletives from now on,  but that night, I left the concert cheering and ecstatic yet deep within me I was feeling calm, quiet and free.

I don’t know if my troglodyte-like writing and relaying these thoughts makes any sense but my shouting “F@#k Yeah!” that night was indeed one unusual liberating experience!

Pak Ya! Hahaha!

Queen Madonna’s Rebel Heart Tour: A Wish Granted

pose muna

pose muna

It was all exclamation points in my thought bubble from the start to finish!  This is how I would describe my general feelings when I watched the Manila leg of Madonna’s Rebel Heart Tour.  It was like a super blessing granted to me by the Supreme Being!

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a stage fit for a queen

While I was shouting “Oh My God!” in uncountable times while she was emerging from above the stage, every bit of my being was growing goosebumps last night!

goosebumps overload!

goosebumps overload!

japan! japan! i love it!

japan! japan! i love it!

spectacular!

spectacular!

singing "La Vie En Rose"

singing “La Vie En Rose”

I have been a Madonna fan since the day I first heard the song “Everybody”.  All my classmates, all my friends, my colleagues, my relatives and of course Nengkoy knows this.  And ever since that day, I have been wishing from the heavens to grant me the royal opportunity to see even at least one of her spectacular shows.  I actually thought that this would never be accorded but I guess the Book of Secret is correct all along when it says “Nothing can come into your experience unless you summon it through persistent thoughts.”

The Rebel Heart tour and finally seeing Madonna performing live would be the apex, the apogee and the culmination of my being diehard fan.

Long live the Queen!!!

Santa Maria!!! Salamat!!!

Manny Pacquiao Is One Serious Disappointment

With the present psyche of the Philippine society being backed up by extreme and ambiguous religious belief, I have long accepted the fact that legalizing same sex marriage in this country would be so remote.  Thus, asking a famous boxer and part-time politician in a country where the majority of its populace are unfortunately not in the side of reason, if he agrees or disagrees on same sex marriage is nothing but pointless.  The system will not change in case he agrees with same sex-marriage anyway.

There has been a lot of people who opposes same sex marriage but these people were prudent and human enough not to compare LGBT people to being inferior to animals.  And though I disagree with them, I respected these people’s stance. But what broke my heart was Manny Pacquiao’s cruel statement of comparing the LGBT to being worse than animals.

the personalized shirt i would use during boxing events of manny. i don't know what to do with it now... its eating some precious space nn my cabinet...

the proof of my being a fan. the personalized shirt i would use during boxing events of manny. i don’t know what to do with it now… its eating some precious space in my cabinet…

Manny Pacquiao uttering this insensitive and idiotic idea made my respect for him simply fade away.  My being a fan simply vanished out into smithereens.  He is definitely awful and is one serious disappointment.  To those who think that what he said was okay, I’m sorry to all of you because Manny himself know that he was mistaken.  He would not apologize if he knows that he was not off beam.

Yeah, he has apologized but sorry the emotionally wounding damage has been done and though it may heal (hopefully soon), forever will remain one ugly scar.

And from the last time I checked prior to Mr. Pacquiao’s atrocious statement, my married LGBT friends who are living in a peaceful and productive lives has not in any way hurt or even negatively affected the boxing and political career of Mr. Pacquiao.  I don’t see the reason why he would disappointingly hurt them then?

Sabi nga ni Manang Madonna… “Bits get op may powl”!