Monthly Archives: August 2011

MOV Festival

The 4th .MOV International Film, Music, & Literature Festival will run from September 1 to 6, 2011. This year, .MOV Fest will be taking upon its shoulders the world premiere of the films by directors championed by Alexis Tioseco and Nika Bohinc, such as Lav Diaz, John Torres, Raya Martin, Sherad Anthony Sanchez, and more. It will also include cinematic treats from around Southeast Asia and World Cinema. And, because the 4th .MOV Fest will also be celebrating music and literature, expect activities that feature the best Philippine songwriters and literary figures. This makes .MOV Fest the first ever local festival that will combine all three in one event.

Another thing to look forward to this year’s festival is the staple Silvershorts competition, wherein aspiring filmmakers are encouraged to submit their short films. Previous Silvershorts directors such as Ato Bautista, Quark Henares, Chris Martinez have gone on to become full-fledged, recognized directors both here and abroad. This year’s Jury panel will include Chris Fujiwara (USA/Japan), Kong Rithdee (Thailand), Vanja Kaludjercic (Croatia/France).

The 4th .MOV International Film, Music, & Literature Festival is dedicated to the memory of film critics Alexis Tioseco and Nika Bohinc. The festival will take place in several venues – The Podium Cinemas, Greenbelt 3, Ayala Museum, Fully Booked High Street and Cine Adarna in UP Diliman.

Complete schedule; Cine Adarna schedule

Dear Manang, I love you

Went to Seventh High, at the Fort, for the screening of FaDAL’s latest collaboration with OS accessories, Eric Poliquit, Nina Dumpa, Enzo Mondejar Photography, and Vise Versa Productions. What happened to be a year of conceptualization turned into an extravaganza filled with love, hatred, and what else, FASHION. Watch:


DSC_0076Team Os: Paul, AJ, Kat


Enzo, Eric


DSC_0079Team Vise Versa


Bjorn has a lot of fans! Good job on the Mega Fashion Crew stint, we love you no matter what :)

DSC_0084And Manang began…


DSC_0087Lola Techie, meet your rival


DSC_0089Say mo?!

DSC_0090The fire effect was a little off for me, though. Maybe it’s just me.


DSC_0093Ziggy Savella, Mark Lim

DSC_0094Leopard twins: AJ, Yekky of Miadore

DSC_0097FaDAL designers with their pieces (in photograph.)

DSC_0098More of these in another post







DSC_0115Hippies night?!

DSC_0116Ryuji, Fabgelous

DSC_0118Badaf Punk spins for the after party!








DSC_0131Stop right now, thank you very much, I need somebody with a human touch…

DSC_0133Stoooooooooop riiiiiiiiiiiiight nooooooooooooooow

DSC_0134Thank you very much, thank you veryyyy muuuuuuuuuch!


DSC_0136Karl, Ally

DSC_0137Bobet, Thysz, Borgy, Mike

DSC_0139LOL at Xtina :P

DSC_0140Mark is so happy


DSC_0143Peabo rival


Ayaw paawat ni Ate, actually




DSC_0150Ally of Gold Dot, Fabgelous 

DSC_0151I love this photo of Paul. Good job, Chace (the D3100)

DSC_0152Clazz, Mami Thysz!


DSC_0155Battle of Fayatola – Xtina

DSC_0157and Bobet!

DSC_0158Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh 2NE1


DSC_0160Hiya ka pa eh, Mavs

DSC_0163My keeper photo for the night. Thank you spot metering!

DSC_0165Nixon, Paolo

DSC_0166Bad memory alert, I can’t remember his name :|


DSC_0169Jacob Kho


DSC_0171Martin Bautista

DSC_0175Eksena muna sa elevator bago jumuwi!

FaDAL always throws the dopest and most fashion forward parties EVERRR! Can’t wait for the next one!

Great Night Market at the Venice Piazza

Night markets are the highlight of most Asian nations. It is where you experience the culture, the street life, the local cuisine, the cheapest finds, and many more. Here in the Philippines, night food markets, like Banchetto and Mercato, are usually open on weekends only. Now for the first time, the Great Night Market, is open ONLY for weekdays.

DSC_0006Brian Ong


DSC_0009Polland Hopia (and other Chinese stuff)



DSC_0013Pandan Express and Wow Lugaw


DSC_0016Chicken Lechon-stuffed Cuapao from Polland

DSC_0017Baked Chicken with Cheese from Polland again. This had me full but craving for more! 


DSC_0020Hiya pa si Ate, eeh…

DSC_0021There you go. Lurve the Chinese costume from Polland. A-fort!

DSC_0022They make lumpia in front of you.


DSC_0025Med Chef cakes




DSC_0030Everybody loves ISAW.


DSC_0032Ai Tea. I would love some more enthusiasm from them. Like really.


DSC_0034Barbecue everywhere


Brazo bars. Too decadent for my life. LURVE!


DSC_0037Valrhona cookies


DSC_0042More cake coming your way










DSC_0049Slushie contest. Good job Gab for winning! LOL!


Thanks to Kankan for the invite

DSC_0041And to Checkered Events! Especially to Theresa for being so accommodating.

Great Night Market at the Venice Piazza
McKinley Hill, Taguig City
Mondays – Thursdays, 10pm – 4am

Happy birthday Madonna!

It was the Pop Queen’s birthday, and we just had to party like there’s no tomorrow!

c2Paolo, Darryl, Peabo. Girls just wanna have fun :P


Hello Mamy Thysz!




c6Keri mo?!

c24Nixon and RCXY



c8Badaf Punk: The Jujiin and Xtina

c11   Say hello to Nissy.

c28Pak! Thysz (like thighs.)


c12Sweet! Paradigm Shift! Shifting soon!!!!

c15Fierce Joseph! And oh, I love your shirt, man!

c16Filmmaker Judd Figuerres

c14Karl rocking those flats. Aminin. Nahirapan ka teh, LOL!



c25Melvin Mojica

c1aMelvin: Ansabeeeee?!


c19Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii >:)


But apparently, I left my camera at home, but thanks to Karl for lending me his camera (although I really had to have it at auto mode, ’cause it’s a Canon. Sorry, I’m a Canon virgin) and to Joseph for letting me use his humongous lens. It was my dream lens – the very expensive 24 -70mm. I want to have one myself!!!

Oh gawd, it was so much fun! Let’s do it again!!!

Karl’s post: Madonna and the children

The Milk Tea Project

One of the series of reviews that I am planning for a very long time. Actually a long overdue concept that I have – look here. I’ve been a milk tea fanboy even before it became a craze. However, it has been in the business for quite some time – dating back to 90’s where in they only have Easy Way kiosks and take-out counters and, I’m not sure, Quickly, and even way more back in other Asian countries like Taiwan, Singapore, and Thailand.

But milk tea has evolved into somewhat a lifestyle now. Today, we have milk tea cafes – complete with couches, music, and magazines in store. Kiosks and take-out counters are still there, but the realization that milk tea can be more enjoyable in a another setting definitely raised the bar for current and new players.

According to one of my friends (who is a marketing manager for a milk tea brand) today, it still matters that your tea tastes good, but what matters really now is the experience – the lifestyle. How would one offer milk tea that it provides not only an extravaganza for the taste buds, but an experience for all of the senses as well.

There goes myself again being so romantic about milk tea. Anyway. I really don’t want to be so formal and scientific but I came up with these parameters to somehow measure (OO NA ANG GEEKY!) the overall milk tea experience:

  1. Basic milk tea (termed Milk Tea, Royal Milk Tea, Pearl Milk Tea, etc.) For the sake of the majority, I’m doing pearls.
  2. Extent of menu.
  3. Location and setup.
  4. Ambiance and crowd.

I have special categories in which I also feature my favorite drink, and a guest favorite. These reviews, however I tried to be objective, will be completely reliable on my taste and opinion. So feel free to share your thoughts in the upcoming posts.

I’m more than stoked to start this project!

Bookay-ukay + TNL Moment

In between searching Lourd de Veyra‘s book signing in a wrong date (read story here) and desperation over dirt cheap good books, my friend Pat and I rushed over Teacher’s Village with hopes that Bookay-ukay is open on a Sunday.

DSC_1247And it was! Good thing, because I was really meaning to review this place. One, it’s a thrift bookstore, and two it’s in Maginhawa. I need no other reasons.



DSC_1250Drowning in an ocean of cheap, albeit very good, books.

DSC_1251Toys are around as well. 


You can never miss this from the shelf.


Pink on pink.

DSC_1254Awesome wall! I like this on my room!





DSC_1259Oh love.

DSC_1255Yeah. For PhP 10 each.



Struggling book (shelf) model.


DSC_1267And look who we’ve found. Bookay-ukay owners AND apparently Tunay Na Lalake (TNL) moderators. Pat was a huge fan! Eh di mega tumbling lang si Ate Patring ng bonggels!!!

DSC_1269Yeah baby! RAKENROL!!!

DSC_1270Memories of a good Sunday.




Meet my current hairstyle. Lakas maka-high school!!!

DSC_1280The Womenagerie (Jessica Zafra) book came with a note for its first owner. Was stupefied when I saw it.

DSC_1282My second helping for the day already. Can’t help to stop.


Wasn’t a milk tea virgin anymore. Actually. PEACE PAT! :P


55 Maginhawa street
Teacher’s Village, Diliman, QC
(+63) 905 428 3125

Last (last) Friday Night

Probably one of those nights when you planned a lot of things, but then nothing pushed through and yer pissed, but you enjoyed afterwards nonetheless.

DSC_1218Always start with milk tea.


DSC_1221Hello Escy! We called her up when everyone bailed on us. Straight from werq!

DSC_1235Was forced to have pearls because of my milk tea project. Coming soon…

DSC_1236Escy doesn’t like milk tea. Oh but she will >:)

DSC_1237Happy campers!

DSC_1239Took a stroll.

DSC_1242Ate dinner. Actually, just Escy.

DSC_1243Why is it taking so loooooooong?! *tummy grumble*

DSC_1244Went to Timezone to exchange Lizzy’s tickets.


DSC_1246And there was so much! Got pencils to donate somewhere.

We actually planned to watch Urbandub that night but because we’re tired and we’re just really up for some couch crashing, we just watched some movies at Hanna’s pad. Escy started to crash. I followed suit. The drunk ban was on our face but we were like drunk out of sleep deprivation. Planned to go home by 5am, but then we crashed at the same time. Woke up at 8am, Tita Heidi was laughing ’cause apparently I was planking in her couch. Ate at Mcdo for late breakfast, talked about long weekend plans, went home, and then went to Eiga Sai.

Do it all again.

When it rains, it pours

And so the saying goes.

I’m just back from sleeping so much (like slept for 12 hours, woke up and stayed awake for 5, then fell asleep for a good darn 12 again.) Actually I’m sulking. My supposedly trip to Sagada was cancelled (stupid, stupid storm) and I’ve had a couple of personal issues and blunder to boot. I guess it really pours when it rains so much.

I’ve had my share of ups for a time though. I don’t know if this is what you call “equalizing” or maintaining balance. But these really made me sad over the weekend.

I was planning to get to Sagada to clear my head of all these things bothering me, try to have some sort of soul searching, and I’m down here because I feared for my own life up there (again because of Mina) and I actually feel like I’m rotting.

There are two more days before the long weekend ends. And I’m feeling a little better (hence, the will to write this blog entry)

I’m sorry if I got you to the negative side (if ever) through this entry. I just hope everyone have a good time.

P.S. Let’s pray for those in the bus that fell somewhere in the road to Sagada. I’m really thankful to friends who convinced me not to push through my crazy “I’ll go through any storm” attitude.

And I really hope to go to Sagada soon… and get these stuff going in my head rid of.

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This is from a Commission on Filipino Language awardee

Just so because they deleted the link. Luckily we have back up. Read on and cringe. Yes, you might not help cringing over this.


Language, learning, identity, privilege
August 24, 2011, 4:06am
The Manila Bulletin

MANILA, Philippines — English is the language of learning. I’ve known this since before I could go to school. As a toddler, my first study materials were a set of flash cards that my mother used to teach me the English alphabet.

My mother made home conducive to learning English: all my storybooks and coloring books were in English, and so were the cartoons I watched and the music I listened to. She required me to speak English at home. She even hired tutors to help me learn to read and write in English.

In school I learned to think in English. We used English to learn about numbers, equations and variables. With it we learned about observation and inference, the moon and the stars, monsoons and photosynthesis. With it we learned about shapes and colors, about meter and rhythm. I learned about God in English, and I prayed to Him in English.

Filipino, on the other hand, was always the ‘other’ subject — almost a special subject like PE or Home Economics, except that it was graded the same way as Science, Math, Religion, and English. My classmates and I used to complain about Filipino all the time. Filipino was a chore, like washing the dishes; it was not the language of learning. It was the language we used to speak to the people who washed our dishes.

We used to think learning Filipino was important because it was practical: Filipino was the language of the world outside the classroom. It was the language of the streets: it was how you spoke to the tindera when you went to the tindahan, what you used to tell your katulong that you had an utos, and how you texted manong when you needed “sundo na.”

These skills were required to survive in the outside world, because we are forced to relate with the tinderas and the manongs and the katulongs of this world. If we wanted to communicate to these people — or otherwise avoid being mugged on the jeepney — we needed to learn Filipino.

That being said though, I was proud of my proficiency with the language. Filipino was the language I used to speak with my cousins and uncles and grandparents in the province, so I never had much trouble reciting.

It was the reading and writing that was tedious and difficult. I spoke Filipino, but only when I was in a different world like the streets or the province; it did not come naturally to me. English was more natural; I read, wrote and thought in English. And so, in much of the same way that I learned German later on, I learned Filipino in terms of English. In this way I survived Filipino in high school, albeit with too many sentences that had the preposition ‘ay.’

It was really only in university that I began to grasp Filipino in terms of language and not just dialect. Filipino was not merely a peculiar variety of language, derived and continuously borrowing from the English and Spanish alphabets; it was its own system, with its own grammar, semantics, sounds, even symbols.

But more significantly, it was its own way of reading, writing, and thinking. There are ideas and concepts unique to Filipino that can never be translated into another. Try translating bayanihan, tagay, kilig or diskarte.

Only recently have I begun to grasp Filipino as the language of identity: the language of emotion, experience, and even of learning. And with this comes the realization that I do, in fact, smell worse than a malansang isda. My own language is foreign to me: I speak, think, read and write primarily in English. To borrow the terminology of Fr. Bulatao, I am a split-level Filipino.

But perhaps this is not so bad in a society of rotten beef and stinking fish. For while Filipino may be the language of identity, it is the language of the streets. It might have the capacity to be the language of learning, but it is not the language of the learned.

It is neither the language of the classroom and the laboratory, nor the language of the boardroom, the court room, or the operating room. It is not the language of privilege. I may be disconnected from my being Filipino, but with a tongue of privilege I will always have my connections.

So I have my education to thank for making English my mother language.


Again this has caused another social media uproar. It seems that we have this kind of things regularly. This one is a blow below the hips though. I can agree with almost all of James’ points except for one – this has me cringing everytime I read and remember. And this came, ironically, from a newspaper which just won a Best in Journalism award from the Commission of Filipino Language. WAGAS!

It might have the capacity to be the language of learning, but it is not the language of the learned.

It doesn’t really matter what language we are using – even the dialect. The primary use of language is communication and not some elitist tool to set a social ranking system on the face of the Earth. Setting English as a higher form of language is irrelevant because, really, who does that? And apart from that, this statement coming from a privileged Filipino makes it sound all the worse.

Though I really find this as a showoff from the Ateneo fresh graduate. Well, you got your exposure. I hope you enjoyed the ride. As for degrading the Filipino language, I hope you realize soon enough that what you wrote is nasty – even worse getting that nasty phrase on print and online. I hope you also realize that it is still Buwan ng Wika, so I really can’t decipher if this is planned or it’s just a coincidence. On top of all that, I hope you learn your lesson.

For all of us, let’s love our language.

I don’t have a picture of Sagada

But it’s all in my head!

Kiltepan Point. Photo from

It’s a bit last minute and impulsive, but nevertheless it’s pushing through! I am going to Sagada for the long weekend!

Will not be posting or prolly just minimally be tweeting every once in a while. But tune in for my Sagada Series next week and another long overdue series that I’ve been blabbing about.

Srsly can’t wait,

082711 EDIT: It stayed stuck in my head. Didn’t go after PAG-ASA announced signal # 3 in Mountain Province. I am extremely sad because my plans have been swamped. So here goes for a staycation :|