kian delos santos
This is the face of the 17-year old boy whose last text message to his mother is a request for a bicycle who ironically according to the Justice Secretary possess Php 16,000 worth of shabu in his pocket on the time of his death.
This is the face of the 17-year old boy who was right-handed yet his body was found holding a gun in his left hand.
This is the face of the 17-year old boy whose dream is to become a policeman man someday yet it is the police who ended not only his dream but his young dear life.
This is the face of the 17-year old boy who represents the present type of sadistic justice system and brutal killings now rampant in my country.
This is the face of the 17-year old boy who according to the police retaliated but whose autopsy report says that the fatal gunshots were shot from behind his ear.
no child deserves this (sad)
I am obviously outraged! And it is unfortunate that killings like this will continue until a new Philippine leader will be put in place. I just hope that something sane, and logical, and sensible and compassionate and judicious will come out from this tragic and terrible event. The shape, position and situation of Kian Delos Santos is the state of the Philippines today.
Hustisyang mailap para kay Kian!
The Pride Month is over yet rainbow flags will never be folded and kept inside treasure trunks of the LGBT community. The waving of these colorful flags will continue to signify the unremitting fight for rights and equality.
This is of course except for the Chechen Republic which is the worst place to live for the members of the LGBT community. In that part of the globe, rainbow flags are kept in the innermost trunks and queer thoughts will forever be suppressed in the deepest annals of their soul.
mr. razman kadyrov
Last weekend, I happen to bumped into an old YouTube video. After watching this fun and funny video, I wonder what the leader of Chechen Republic would feel after viewing it. Will he be beaming with smile and even laugh while watching such an innocent and harmless kids who happen to be gay? Or will he get so furious he will order his military troupes to fly nuclear missiles to the Philippines so as to eradicate these naïve and blameless kiddos? And if these kids were living in Chechnya, would he order that these happy minors be abducted and held captive in a gay concentration camps?
Aside from wondering what the Chechen Republic leader would feel, I am curious how the “free” kids of Chechnya enjoy being kids. Are they as unregimented and as diverse like the kids here in my country? Are they able to strut spontaneous moves the way kids here strut their stuff?
With all these incomprehensible questions, all I could think of is being glad that these kids are happy living in a free country like the Philippines! These cute kids may not be rich and powerful but they sashay away with happiness…
Ang kwela! San ka pa?!
It’s my elder sister’s birthday today. She was my travel buddy when I got to visit the beautiful country of Israel. And because of my sister, my travel to the Holiest Land on Earth went so swell.
And since I could not think of a good birthday gift for her and has no time to buy one, I instead hurriedly had my lunch yesterday in my office and create this…
Happy Birthday Ate Gaying!
Canadians must be very pleased and delighted with their Prime Minister. As seen in the news, Justin Trudeau with his family joined (for the 2nd year in a row) the march and walked the streets of Toronto to celebrate Pride Month causing the internet to swoon over such a cool world leader.
cool Canadian PM (photo from the news)
Canada has indeed gone so far ahead as compared to my country in terms of respecting sexual diversity, equal rights and self-affirmation. It is sad to note that the present President of the Philippines (my president) – dubbed as the Punisher by Times Magazine and known around the globe as an iron-fisted ruler – joining a Pride march and the rainbow procession on the streets of Manila or Marikina seem very unlikely.
Watching the news about Canada makes me drool… Happy Pride!
‘Di ko ma-imadyin!
I can no longer count the number of times I clicked the ♥ symbol in Instagram account of mikeybot. It is because this account features the cutest kid in the solar system! And every time my mobile phone is notified about a new YouTube video on HiHo Kids channel, I would get so excited hoping Ernie would be part of the new feature.
From among the cute HiHo Kids channels, here’s my personal favorite video of Ernie. It’s unadulterated-ly cute, funny and heart-melting…
Watching the infectious smile, the wondrous cackle, the playful tease and even the frivolous nose picking of Ernie makes me miss the feelings on what it is to be a simple happy kid. I guess I will never get tired clicking the ♥ symbol in mikeybot’s Instagram page.
Aym hukd wid #superernie!
It’s been 5 long years after my return to Las Casas Filipinas De Acuzar. Five years ago the resort located at the edge of the Philippines radiates a feeling of how majestic and magical Filipino culture is. And with my recent visit, five years later, the beautiful resort in Bagac Bataan has massively expanded offering more Filipino architectural wonders of the past.
In my second visit (this time with Beth, Wlillie and JB), I was again at awe on the richness and beauty of the Filipino culture and architecture.
the building where we were billeted
my personal favorite… casa la drillo
the bagac gang selfie
still majestic… the former hotel where i and travel buddy karen was billeted 5 years ago
There has been some arguments on whether Filipinos are Pacific Islanders or South East Asians, but when one visits Las Casas Filipinas De Acuzar, one would realize that Philippines has a different character that is unique and of its own. The architectural wonders along with the culture and customs linked to it as featured in Las Casas Filipinas are uniquely Filipino and could not be found anywhere in the Pacific Islands neither in the neighboring countries of south east Asia.
The best thing I like about Las Casas De Acuzar is that there is no ugly photo that we have shot. One need not be a professional photographer to obtain an excellent photo. Because of the beauty and stylishness of the place, every photo is Instagram worthy!
sunset… one of my instagram entries
a new thing near the lobby
strike a pose muna
magical! (with beth and willie)
will be back…
I don’t know if Las Casas Filipinas De Acuzar is a popular foreign tourist destination. I have yet to realize that because when we were there, all I could see are domestic tourists or Filipinos living abroad doing a short vacay in the Philippines. This place has yet to be tapped by the foreigners. And in case I would have a foreign visitor, Las Casas De Acuzar would be one awesome option for a destination!
Grabe! Ang ganda!
This will most probably be one of the last write-ups of Wicked: The Untold Story of the Witches of Oz musical as it ends its latest run here in Manila. Me, my sisters and Nengkoy (of course) had the awesome opportunity to catch and watch the last performance night here in Manila.
We were of course bedazzled and captivated by the sheer magnificence if the costumes, the colors and the music of Wicked. But I will not write anything about the musical for there has been millions of it in the web. Instead, let me deliberate on the venue and the people on the night we watched the show here in Manila.
Unlike my sisters and Nengkoy, it was my first time seeing a musical show in Solaire Theatre. I have seen a couple of shows in Broadway, New York but never was I been so stunned and dumbfounded by the high-endedness (is that a word?) of Solaire. The theater was so modish and dashing there were moments when I doubted being in poverty-stricken Manila. While waiting for the ushers to allow us inside the actual theater, the well-lighted foyer area was played with chic jazz music. I never noticed or heard stylish jazz or muzak being played at the measly lobby and waiting areas of New York theaters. In some New York shows, we the audience actually have to queue at the cold and dusty side street.
nengkoy & my wicked sister with her high-end bag! bag lang nya ang high-end sa amin nung gabing yon. hahaha!
me & my sister… defying gravity…
And what further dumbfounded me were the rest of the audience. Everyone was well-dressed for the night. Well-dressed, I mean well-dressed. Gentlemen were in their crisp long sleeve shirts with matching coat and necktie while the ladies were dressed to the nines. Some ladies were even donning in elegant gown and seem to have been to some pricey beauty saloon prior to the show just to watch Wicked, The Musical.
I was actually so shocked, wearing just a polo shirt and my old dungarees, I could not control my utterances about the theater and the people. I told my sisters that I have seen a couple of Broadway shows in New York but the atmosphere was never this chic, high-end and elegant.
Buti na lang di ako nag-tsinelas. Taray… Walang ganyan sa Nyu York!