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briangorrell
20 September 2009 @ 06:32 pm
Out soon.....

Outragemag
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briangorrell
30 August 2009 @ 10:15 pm

Some of Niccolo's cheer squad during the taping of the crazy show.

Dear Readers,

I was fortunate to become friends with Niccolo when I lived in the Philippines.
He's an awesome guy and he needs our votes so he can walk away with a sweet victory this year when he competes on Fame Celebrity Duets Season 3 which is already underway (who are you supporting?).

Please watch the show and vote for my mate Niccolo if you like his performances.
I hope they don't make him wear a dog costume.......like Yap
Maintain your dignity man!
Set the bar high!

Rock it out mate.


Good luck Nic!
 
 
briangorrell
11 July 2009 @ 07:08 pm

DJ and me... before my nightmare began.

Gucci Gang elders Jenni Epperson and Celine Lopez

More Gucci Gang. Here we have Jackie Antonio Cohen and DJ Montano

Dear Readers,

Due to some unforeseen health 'issues', I need a rest from blogging.
In the meantime, a friend will monitor the comments.
I'm not sure for how long, but my health always comes first and it is always my #1 priority.
These 'set backs' are only temporary but nonetheless, they need my full attention which means a temporary move away from my computer.
I am no good to anyone if I am not strong and fit.
Mentally and physically.
Thank you my dear Council of Eight.
Thank you Papa.

In the meantime please read Victorina Blog to get the full story.

excerpt-

By Amiel Aguilar Cabanlig
...The Gucci Gang cuddled DJ Montano like a baby... Indeed, truth shouts while evil whispers!

1. DJ Montano is culpable unless he can establish with receipts, how he spent Gorrell's money. DJ along with his sister Marvelli relayed on National TV that they were recipients of huge sums of money that was wired by Gorrell via Western Union.
2. I personally looked into the unlawful questioning and detention of Gorrell the Makati Police station. It was utterly unlawful to hold Gorrell for questioning for more than 8 hours for an unsubstantiated “Unjust Vexation” case. (Unjust vexation is punished under the 2nd paragraph of Article 287 of the Revised Penal Code that says: “Any other coercions or unjust vexations shall be punished by arresto menor or a fine ranging from 5 pesos to 200 pesos, or both.” "Professors of Criminal Law justify this apparent lack of definition saying that unjust vexation is a catch-all crime that applies whenever the act or omission complained of does not specifically fall under any other provision of the Revised Penal Code.")
3. JM Rodriguez personally testified to me that a certain Jackie Antonio saw money stashed in Montano’s bag so “they decided to leave the scene”.DJ Montano was known for “shady” business deals. He practiced public relations while he was a columnist for the Philippine Star. His paper, editor and friends were fully aware of it!

A Russian proverb says it all; Tell me who's your friend and I'll tell you who you are!

http://donavictorina.blogspot.com/
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briangorrell
03 July 2009 @ 12:03 pm


This is my boyfriend's favorite song.
It's mine too now.
I love you M.
 
 
briangorrell
02 July 2009 @ 05:39 pm

Dr. Calvin G. Lum, a San Francisco native, was awarded the Doctor of Veterinary Medicine from the University of California at Davis in 1987.

Read Calvin's full profile here-
http://sfveterinaryhousecalls.com/San_Francisco_Veterinary_Housecalls/BIO.html
(click link to read)


He's handsome AND a Vet!

Bry,

His name is Calvin Lum.
He is an American born Chinese.

Like I've mentioned, he is a nice guy really. I've met him several times and he gave off good energy. I'm sure DJ gave him some "story" to explain his plight..........
Team Brian
SF Chapter



Where is my money DJ?
You owe me US70,000.
Does Calvin the
vet know?
Does he know what you are?
Have you tricked him as well?
Hey Calvin, tell DJ to pay me back!
And this will end!


DJ with his boyfriend, San Francisco native Dr. Calvin Lum.
How can you live with yourself, stealing from an HIV positive man?
Is that your sugar daddy DJ? Does Calvin know you stole EVERYTHING from me?
Does he know you are a disgrace in your country?
Did you also tell him you have an 'inheritance' and you will 'pay him back' when you get it like me?
Liar.



OMG DJ... Is CALVIN giving you money from his wallet too DJ?
The new sucker who you'll rob blind
and leave in a mess with nothing!!!!


This will never end for you until you give it back you thief!
You left me with nothing but pieces to pick up.
I did nothing but give you everything you wanted.
I sent you money whenever you required it.
You have stolen from so many people DJ.
It's ALL documented DJ!
But you stole from me KNOWING I had HIV.
You STOLE my security and you fled the Philippines.
Let's go to court mate!
What are you so afraid of?
You know what I have don't you?
Lets rumble Montano.


OMG... Is your new boyfriend Calvin giving you money DJ?????????
You are so fucking evil Montano.
You took everything from me. How can you live with yourself.
And if that wasn't enough, you cheated on me DJ... WHILE you were fleecing me blind.
You LIED to me a million times.
You embarrassed and humiliated me.
You will never escape your crimes against me.
Pay me back my money DJ.

US70,000.

Dear Readers,

DJ Montano was spotted at San Fransisco's during the San Fransisco Gay and Lesbian Pride Day.

HOW can DJ just walk around with his new boyfriend knowing what he did to his old boyfriend?
DJ Montano is the reason for this blog.
He REFUSES to pay me back.
DJ is an incredible coward really, just like his murdered father.
One day he'll have to answer for what he did just like his father.

A real piece of work in the face of my overwhelming proof.
As soon as DJ returns to Manila, he'll be in a court.
DJ, his sister and his mother.
Celine and Marcel and Jackie too!
I will not rest until DJ does the right thing by me.
One way or another he will admit what he did.
And pay me back.


Coke eyed Montano last Halloween in San Francisco with his boyfriend.


And at the Castro Street Fair also in San Francisco
 
 
briangorrell
15 March 2009 @ 06:39 pm



Dear Readers,

Every so often, a special person or two in this case, stand out in society because they shine brighter than the rest. And sometimes these special people can shine so brightly, they blind the status quo into submission with their achievements, small or large. And the ground they walk on, never settles back quite the same once they're through. I love these two guys. They're sooo cool.

The two men in this Wowowee clip are a pure example of these shiny people. And because we're talking of the Philippine here, what they did was a very brave act. Even in 2009.
These guys have balls.
I LOVE them.

They must be congratulated for their amazing sense of self and their bravery which is so clearly on display. Nervous at first, not sure what to say or how much to say, they eventually tell all which is, well, brave. You can see the boyfriend trying to balance their truth with the possible negative reaction from the sea of people around them.
Soldiers. Real men brave and true. In love and not afraid to tell.
Champions.
Boyfriends.

To "come out" to a Wowowee audience seems a bit daunting... even to me. All that harsh noise and the brash lights and screaming hysterics everywhere... The dancing men are REALLY hot though. But generally, I hate the show and what it represents. Everyone I know dislikes Wowowee, which is why I'm amazed it's on the air at all. The stereotype that gets repeated every single day is heart breaking. The worst thing ever to happen in the Philippines television is Wowowee.
Hands down.

Except for this episode.
And the hot guys dancing. They can stay. Hahahaha.

You can't get more status pop culture quo then Wowowee. And although Willie the host normally drives me freaking bonkers, he showed a different side to his personality in this clip which I respected. Traces of Willie's humanity surface for all to see, while his previously questionable intolerance towards gays has defiantly matured when he addresses the crowd after hearing some initial jeers and echoes of ridicule through the mocking giggles and prudish snickers.

How quickly he turned them around.
Soooo effective and fast.
Now, THIS IS PROOF, that the host has real POWER.

Willie's incredible influence over his viewers easily contours the conversation as we see very clearly in this clip which demonstrates just how childish and naive many people remain in the face of the twenty first century gender/sexuality conversation. He proves this here. They prove it.
It's innocent in most cases. Even sort of cute. But it's proof positive that more acceptance is needed. There is already enough tolerance.
ENOUGH with the tolerance.
It's about acceptance.

Willie steered the conversation in the direction of his choice after gauging the audience and their reaction to the scenario being played out in front of them. And I think, his choice, was the right one.
Let's not question the power of the host anymore.
It's official. Willie has power over the people.
It's up to the media to spread the word.
The media rules all.
We may not be able to change that, so we may just have to lobby harder for content which represents a broader spectrum of the community.
Stories which celebrate the exceptional variety that humanity offers.
How each life is a gift and we must all share and celebrate our gifts and our differences.
Homophobia sucks.
So does Wowowee.
Except, this episode.

But look, these two cutie pies are the real superstars of the show because they “came out” with such fabulous pizzazz, charm, class and courage. Wicked combination. Coming out on live Pinoy TV.
Imagine doing it yourself.
Right?
I only wish I was there with my super gay glitter bubble machine.
I would have drenched them both in even more gay.
Because you can never have enough gay.

This is the month of love.
Let’s spread love and celebrate it.
Whatever gender.
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briangorrell
15 March 2009 @ 06:36 pm
YAY!  

Iceland's new PM, Johanna Sigurdardottir and President of Iceland, Olafur Ragnar Grimsson Photo credit: mbl.is/Omar

"It is not only a great occasion in our history, but also in the global history of the equality battle," said Iceland's President Olafur Ragnar Grimsson in his speech officially presenting Johanna as Prime Minister.

Although, in a perfect world, as many readers have noted, the race, gender, and sexual orientation of our leaders should be completely irrelevant, it remains a fact that this is a milestone in our world, and another significant step towards the goal of judging our leaders on their abilities and their character, rather than on such superficial distinctions.

I agree with the President. It's all so forward thinking and morally intact with the message of humanity. Do not judge, but accept. Do not hate but understand and love. How amazing and what a celebration this truly is. The worlds first gay Prime Minister or any openly gay leader has finally achieved the leadership prize in Iceland(or any other country for that matter). In such a bold fashion as well. It's so easy for people to say gays, lesbians transgendered people (and all the rest) already have our human rights in place. Not at all true.

But the truth is, barriers continue to be broken down every single day. And this is just another day.

But what a great day it is.


 
 
briangorrell
29 January 2009 @ 09:29 pm


I LOVE Sebastian Castrillon.
He's so
cool.
He's a fashion designer in Ireland.
He has an amazing group on
Facebook called THE DIVAS SOCIETY and I triple LOVE IT!

Everything Sabastian writes is soothing and super positive.
(he tends to write everything is CAPS ala Kanye W. who I also love)
As the blog turns the corner and moves into it's advocacy mode, it's more positivity from Sebastian and others like him that needs to be exposed now.
Not the opposite.

I love Sebastian's latest entry. Honestly I read it three times because I love fashion like anyone else and I thought it was a refreshing message juxtaposed against the normal regular fashion message which is BUY MORE and LOSE WEIGHT.
I take time to put myself together, and for a young guy on a STRICT self imposed fashion budget
(hehehehe), I'm not doing too bad. I spend most of my money on bespoke hats which I have made down the street by a little old Greek man(who I ADORE). I can't help myself because I love hand made hats. It's a true vice.
I was so spoiled in Cuba because everything I bought was 100 percent hand made. My shoes were hand crafted. My clothes were stitched by hand in most cases. And when I went back the second time, ten years later, the exact same people made me more stuff. Blew my mind that they were all still there. Some even remembered me. I just could not believe it. One woman actually pointed to the hat of which she made me a similar. Needless to say I bought another three from her for friends.
Hand made hats and hand rolled Cuban cigars. And Cuban rum. A sexy combination for sure. I had an Irish lover at that time and we lived on his boat off-shore for three weeks which was highly romantic. Paddy was his name. Hahahaha. No joke.
This is such a bizarre coincidence because Sebastian's group hails from Ireland.
You have to love this blog.
Surreal energy links everywhere.
And if I lived in Ireland, Sebastian would make all my clothes, because I would LOVE to wear clothes from a person who thinks and writes like him.
It would become my very own Haute Couture.


TODAY I AM GONNA TALK ABOUT FASHION AND TRENDS, AS YOU KNOW I AM A FASHION DESIGNER, FASHION PRODUCER AND FASHION STYLIST, MY MESSAGE TODAY IS ABOUT FASHION AND TRENDS.

TODAY'S TREND FOR YOU IS:

YOU ARE GONNA WEAR THE MOST WONDERFUL SMILE, AND ALSO A WONDERFUL AND SHINNING ATTITUDE TO MATCH WITH YOUR PERSONALITY AND WITH YOUR AMAZING BODY SHAPE.

THE COLORS FOR TODAY'S TREND ARE.

GREEN . YOUR HOPE.
RED . YOUR PASSION FOR LIFE.
WHITE . YOUR SOUL.
YELLOW YOUR DREAMS.
BLUE YOUR INNER BEAUTY.
MAGENTA YOUR JOY AND HAPPINESS.

IT IS COMPLETELY FORBIDDEN TO WEAR BLACK OR GREY......TODAY WE ARE GONNA PUT ON OUR BEST COLORS AND TRANSFORM EVERY STREET YOU ARE WALKING IN A CATWALK..........STRIKE A POSE TO LIFE TODAY.


HAVE A TRENDY AND WONDERFUL DAY.

SEBASTIAN CASTRILLON.

You're Awesome Sebastian.
 
 
briangorrell
29 January 2009 @ 09:28 pm


Dear Readers,

The best part about having a blog is the amazing wonderful incredible (ego inflating sometimes) e mails I receive everyday. The connections I've made over the last year through my in box is well, life-force- giving really. The amount from Singapore is overwhelming. I do NOT know how I became known there, but I get a big whole bunch of hits everyday from Singapore. I'm just so happy that I've actually been there four times and I loved it each time. My last time was with mummy five years ago. We had such a blast. She even had a great time in the airport on the rooftop smoking garden.
She's VERY easy to impress my mom. She didn't want to leave. "It's like a botanical garden." she said. Our jaws were dropping when the mist machines were turned on. It was bloody heaven after the flight from London."This is the smoking garden?", my mum said to me with a shocked look on her face. I was checking out the orchids. And smoking. Not bad I thought, as I looked around the succulent garden.
"These people are so anal" I said to mum.
Everything was just so perfect.

So I'm happy, I get hits from Singapore.
I guess it's that good ol' Pinoy Express. Word of the blog traveled fast. But I'd like to think that some Singapore nationals read the blog too. Or mixed race. Hahaha. I don't care. As long as people are reading. I'm a blogger. Blogging is what I do.
Bless the Philippines, but I get a thrill when others are reading it too.
Because it's a global thing.

This first time I was in Singapore I was a teenager and very much alone. I was on my way to the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras in Sydney, Australia. After three years in Europe, I was well ready for a change in scenery. I needed the beach after living in Amsterdam for so long.

My plan was to stay a year, but of course I never left because Australia is the most beautiful country in the world. Growing up there was my own little miracle.
On the way, I had a stop over in Singapore which included a tour into the beautiful city itself and an opportunity to walk around for a few hours and see the sites. You know, do some shopping. At the time I was wearing head bands because my hair was a foot long and in about 2.4 seconds I found some fake Chanel head scarves at the market and used them in a bandanna sort of fashion. Fifty cents each. I was VERY cool. Hahahaha. It was awesome. SO totally gay and gorgeous. Always making sure the interlocking C's were visible.
I was truly tragic back then. But like I said, I Thought it was uber cool with my long hair.(in my own head)
At least my Ray Bans were the genuine article.
That was big for me.
Once in Singapore I was immediately blown away by the orchids and flowers I saw everywhere. My passion for orchids began right then and there because it's the first time I'd ever seen them in such massive abundance and so close up. I had seen some in the flower market where I had been working on a the canal in Amsterdam, but they were packaged and commercial looking. These orchids were IN SOIL.
They were draping over highway bridges and cascading all over the airport. And even on our tour bus. Orchids.
Completely over the top I thought at the time. But strangely appropriate for this new strange sticky hot place I was passing through.

Needless to say, many years later, I went on to grow and cultivate hundreds upon hundreds of my own orchids on my flower farm in Australia. I'd often cry when some bloomed. Mother and I would just stand there, in the creek looking up at the orchids growing in the tree fern husk. Always amazed that we grew them. Never were we jaded, even at seasons end. We would watch them wilt and explore the different shades as they slowly disappeared. I had orchids that bloomed once a year and others that bloomed whenever the heck they felt like it. So every single morning, we would catch our breath before our walk, hoping to see something new.
Mummy and I are very emotional when it comes to flowers. And dogs. And Baily's Irish Cream.

Back to the post.

Yesterday I received some mail from a very special someone who has been reading the blog since the start. Her finger is on the pulse, and for that I'm most pleased. Pleased because she sent me one of the best things I've ever had the pleasure of reading. So simple, but it falls straight into line with pretty much everything I feel as an advocate. To say that I was impressed would be well, you know.
My dear reader introduced me to
Lee Wei Ling who is the daughter of Lee Kuan Yew who was the first Prime Minister of the Republic of Singapore from 1959 to 1990. Her essay is very fast forward with no hint of malcontent.
You only have to read his daughters symphony of words to see for yourself, that what I've been saying is in fact very true.
The fruit
never falls far from the tree.
Please read and see for yourself, that there really are two ways of looking at things. I much prefer hers, because she actually taught me some things.
Now pay attention Ala. You may learn something about humility AND humanity.
Enjoy.


************
Boom Slump
by Lee Wei Ling

'Whilst boom time in the public sector is never as booming as in the private sector, let us not forget that boom time is eventually followed by slump time. Slump time in the public sector is always less painful compared to the private sector.'
Slump time has arrived with a bang.

While I worry about the poorer Singaporeans who will be hit hard, perhaps this recession has come at an opportune time for many of us. It will give us an incentive to reconsider our priorities in life. Decades of the good life have made us soft. The wealthy especially, but also the middle class in Singapore, have had it so good for so long, what they once considered luxuries, they now think of as necessities.
A mobile phone, for instance, is now a statement about who you are, not just a piece of equipment for communication. Hence many people buy the latest model though their existing mobile phones are still in perfect working order.

A Mercedes-Benz is no longer adequate as a status symbol. For millionaires who wish to show the world they have taste, a Ferrari or a Porsche is deemed more appropriate. The same attitude influences the choice of attire and accessories.
I still find it hard to believe that there are people carrying handbags that cost more than thrice the monthly income of a bus driver, and many more times that of the foreign worker labouring in the hot sun, risking his life to construct luxury condominiums he will never have a chance to live in.
The media encourages and amplifies this ostentatious consumption.
Perhaps it is good to encourage people to spend more because this will prevent the recession from getting worse. I am not an economist, but
wasn't that the root cause of the current crisis - Americans spending more than they could afford to?

I am not a particularly spiritual person. I don't believe in the supernatural and I don't think I have a soul that will survive my death. But as I view the crass materialism around me, I am reminded of what my mother once told me: 'Suffering and deprivation is good for the soul.'

My family is not poor, but we have been brought up to be frugal. My parents and I live in the same house that my paternal grandparents and their children moved into after World War II in 1945. It is a big house by today's standards, but it is simple - in fact, almost to the point of being shabby.

Those who see it for the first time are astonished that Minister Mentor Lee
Kuan Yew's home is so humble. But it is a comfortable house, a home we have got used to. Though it does look shabby compared to the new mansions on our street, we are not bothered by the comparison.

Most of the world and much of Singapore will lament the economic downturn. We have been told to tighten our belts. There will undoubtedly be suffering, which we must try our best to ameliorate.

But I personally think the hard times will hold a timely lesson for many Singaporeans, especially those born after 1970 who have never lived through difficult times. No matter how poor you are in Singapore, the authorities and social groups do try to ensure you have shelter and food. Nobody starves in Singapore.

Many of those who are currently living in mansions and enjoying a luxurious lifestyle will probably still be able to do so, even if they might have to downgrade from wines costing $20,000 a bottle to $10,000 a bottle. They would hardly notice the difference.

Being wealthy is not a sin. It cannot be in a capitalist market economy. Enjoying the fruits of one's own labour is one's prerogative and I have no right to chastise those who choose to live luxuriously. But if one is blinded by materialism, there would be no end to wanting and hankering. After the Ferrari, what next?
An Aston Martin? After the Hermes
Birkin handbag, what can one upgrade to?

Neither an Aston Martin nor an Hermes
Birkin can make us truly happy or contented. They are like dust, a fog obscuring the true meaning of life, and can be blown away in the twinkling of an eye. When the end approaches and we look back on our lives, will we regret the latest mobile phone or luxury car that we did not acquire? Or would we prefer to die at peace with ourselves, knowing that we have lived lives filled with love, friendship and goodwill, that we have helped some of our fellow voyagers along the way and that we have tried our best to leave this world a slightly better place than how we found it? We know which is the correct choice - and it is within our power to make that choice. In this new year, burdened as it is with the problems of the year that has just ended, let us again try to choose wisely. To a considerable degree, our happiness is within our own control, and we should not follow the herd blindly.

Read about Lee's father, Lee Kuan Yew, a truly fascinating man who I'm now researching for a story.
wiki Lee Kuan Yew
please click to read



 
 
briangorrell
29 January 2009 @ 09:27 pm

Taking a break from shoveling snow today. UHG!

Dear
Readers,

I had to share this Facebook exchange between me and a friend. I laughed so hard, I nearly choked. Thank you Alfred for being so sharp and witty. Thank you for 'getting it'. I can laugh about it now, thanks to people like you. I feel great.
The last line really did make me smile.
I'm working on a special Facebook entry which is going to be a BLAST!!!!
I have nearly 3000 Facebook friends which FREAKS me out.
367 people poke me. I used to poke back almost everyday, but now I do it once a week.
I LOVE being poked.
But I also LOVE poking.

This was dear Alfred's Status-
Alfred is having banana bread and spanish bread with sarsi as throat pusher

Bry Shane at 3:47am January 28
I LOVE sarsi
Alfred at 3:54am January 28
me too! after so many years, I'm tasting it! and lovin it! (^_^)
Bry Shane at 4:04am January 28
I can buy it in Canada at a special filipino shop.
The best! it's like our root beer.
Alfred at 4:14am January 28
you're lucky! ahahahaha!
I bought mine for 9 pesos! (*_*)
Erick at 4:16am January 28
i love sarsi rather than mugs'
Alfred at 4:21am January 28
it's cheaper and you can buy it from your favorite sari-sari store! (^_^)
Bry Shane at 11:12am January 28
NINE pesos??? Holy shit! It's TWO DOLLARS HERE!!! 90 Pesos!!!!!! UHG.
Alfred at 6:41pm January 28
OMFGosh! That's so expensive, Bry! You've been duped once again! ahahahaha! Joke! (^_^)
Bry Shane at 7:25pm January 28
Bawawawawawawawa. OMG. SOOOOOO funny. I love you for sure now. hahahahahaha.CLASSIC!!!!!!
 
 
briangorrell
29 January 2009 @ 09:26 pm

Lipstick Lesbian, Johanna Sigurdardottir

WOW,

Finally the world will have it's first GAY Prime Minister. YIPEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

The sad thing is, she will be inheriting a country in a total mess. No money, no hope. At the moment a bleak spread sheet to take control of. But as we know, lesbians are famous for taking control and turning things around. I hope she can.

Joahanna Sigurdardottir who is currently Iceland's Social Affairs Minister is soon (we hope and pray) to become the interim PM.

The poor country is in a mess, having declared bankruptcy not long ago. I mean, the country is B.R.O.K.E. If elected, she will be the first ever gay head of state.(well, the first openly gay head of state, hahaha)

It's a great day for Gays and Lesbians all over the world.
 
 
briangorrell
27 January 2009 @ 12:22 pm

Dear Readers,

Magic 89.9 DJ Mojo Jojo is having a spinout at Victorina Blog. And before it gets totally out of hand(signs are pointing that way already), I feel I must say something on this issue of the 'tabo scandal'(story below).

I love using my super fabulous pinoy tabo everyday. My dear sweet yaya Rose bought it for me on the island, therefore I cherish it. It's blue and I'm proud to use it, not only because it's Filipino or because it saves a ton of water in the shower but mostly because I think 'washing' is better then 'wiping'. A combination of the two usually leaves me feeling as fresh as a dewy spring bloom.

I love being super clean. Very Pinoy.

Before the most recent Victorina post by DJ Mojo creates it's own hot bed of racism (which has already started), I must say something, not only because I'm a VERY proud Australian but because I know a bit about our own brand of subtle/not so subtle racism which we pretend does not exist as most countries do. I will not stand by and watch people rubbish Australia when in reality, the man responsible should be held to account. NOT the entire country! Use the perpetrator as an example of what is totally unacceptable, not the nation. It's childish and immature. Too predictable.

I know we can't stand how some countries think their way is the only way. It reminds me of religion. Our way or no way! Ring a bell?

And this is a prime example of how one person being a total pig can sully a whole country. Again, sound familiar? It's so sad that this happened in my country because in many ways Australia is a fine place. It really is an amazing country. Except for the racism which is well, just about everywhere you look. In every country. Even the Philippines. Can you believe that?

I mean I've never seen worse 'in house' racism then when I lived in the Philippines.

The darker you are in the Philippines, the more fucked you are. Right?

I call it 'eating your own'.

And you do it. You eat your own.

I mean come on here, cast a stone for sure, but prepare to shield your own shame from rocks with the back of your hands. Filipinos may feel better lashing out on foreigners due to racism, but lets be serious here for a second. Racism starts at home. It grows from there. It permeates from within your own self.

So lets not throw too many stones, because they can be easily flung back at you.

In many cases, Filipinos are their own worst enemy. But most often, they are helpless even within their own country. It's a fact. Racism starts at home.

None of us are immune. We are all guilty of being racist to a certain degree.

Deny it and you lie.

The ironic thing is that an Australian will use a fucking potato chip bag to wipe their ass if there is nothing else around. And this is the reason this smacks of racism. Plain and simple. Agreed.

I just do not understand how some can dispute the rights of others to live well within their own cultural identities. And wait a minute, this guy was followed into the CR?

Someone actually followed him into the CR?

Remember, it was only recently that the Vatican acknowledge that Darwin's theory may be true, that we have, indeed, come from apes.
They still believe that the world was created in 7 days. So ignorance is everywhere.

Look peeps, Australia can be a very red neck country as can the Philippines. Racism is prevalent there as it is everywhere. It's just shear ignorance, bigotry and a lack of real experience in the wider world. I'm so sad about this awful incident and wish I could apologize for what happened in my country. It's disgraceful and I'm ashamed it happened. BUT Australians are also VERY upset over it. Do NOT paint the entire country with the same color of hate.

Because if you read the entire article, you will see that our reaction was shock for the most part, followed by remorse for the man involved. Trust me, Australians are furious over this.

There are dickheads everywhere in Australia. There are dickheads in every country.

Some people are simple and backwards with no real life experience beyond their borders. Most are homophobic. Some are monkeys pure and simple.

Knuckle dragging monkeys.

Not at all evolved within the parameters of decent humanity especially when it comes to other races. I've seen it a million and one times. All over the world.

Lost in their world of fear, hate, isolation and intolerance.

Many Australians are missing a 'sensitivity chip' when it comes to Asians and other races. At the moment, some people there are TRYING to stop West Africans from moving to their towns. They do NOT like the blacks.

Australians LOVED Sara Palin. Need I say more?

Pauline Hanson anybody?

But what I do not want to see is the entire country being tarnished because of this complete idiot. It's NOT fare. We have a lot of work to do, yes, but the country is getting better. Trust me.

Eat with a spoon. Eat with a fork. Eat with a knife. Your fucking feet if you want.

Use a tabo, toilet paper or a chip bag. It's absolutely no ones business.

Live and let live.

Grow up Australia for Christs sakes.

BUT this is a perfect opportunity for Filipinos to be rational and not 'do back' what you feel was done to you.

Two wrongs NEVER make a right.

*****************

Townsville Bulletin

A TOWNSVILLE man has been sacked for `un-Australian' toilet habits.

Amador Bernabe, 43, uses water to clean himself instead of toilet paper.

Mr Bernabe, a machine operator on a working visa from the Philippines, said it was his culture.

But on Thursday he got the shock of his life when his foreman followed him into the toilet questioning his toilet hygiene.

Mr Bernabe said his employer Townsville Engineering Industries (TEI) sacked him yesterday for not going to the toilet the Australian way.

TEI, which is located at the Bohle, could not be reached for comment yesterday.

The move has angered union bosses and politicians on the Australia Day weekend.

"I went to go to the toilet and I took a bottle of water when my foreman saw me and he said `you can't bring the water in there'," Mr Bernabe said.

"I asked why and he said it wasn't good but I said it's our way and he followed me into the toilet.

"I said it's my personal hygiene. I didn't break any law, I didn't break any rules of the company, why can't I do this, and he said he would report me to the manager.

"The next morning when I came in I went to punch my time card and he told me the manager wanted to talk to me in his office.

"He asked me what had happened and I explained to him and he said if I didn't follow the Australian way I would be immediately terminated and I said `sir, then you better terminate me'."

Australian Manufacturing Worker's Union state organiser Rick Finch said the incident was shocking.

"I think it is atrocious, an invasion of a person's rights and cultural beliefs," he said.

"The paradox of the toilet and a person's actions is something that no boss can even think about interfering with and the thought that bosses think they have the control to get involved in the toiletry is a gross invasion of an employee's privacy.

"If it wasn't so disgusting it would almost be laughable."

Mr Finch slammed the move as `bigoted'.

Greens spokeswoman Jenny Stirling praised Mr Bernabe for standing up for his rights.

"I commend the man for standing up for himself and I encourage the employer to have further talks with the union and the employee and I am sure commonsense will prevail," she said.

"I would like to see how Australians feel when they go to Europe where in places they don't have toilet paper."

Thuringowa MP Craig Wallace said the company should re-evaluate their priorities.

"Employers should be worried how their business operates rather than what their employees do in the loo," he said.

"I know in a number of cultures using paper to clean yourself is considered an offence because of their beliefs.

"If he is being hygienic and not bothering anyone else then good luck to him."

Mr Finch said employers should be more tolerant of their employees, especially in Mr Bernabe's case where he has been brought to the country by TEI on a 457 visa.

"At the end of the day we are a multicultural society and if they want to import workers then they need to be tolerant of other workers and other cultures," he said.

"They don't own these workers, they are borrowed and hired to carry out a job.

"The thought these bosses think they can lord it over these workers is insane.

"What it shows is the company's complete arrogance for workers' rights."

Mr Bernabe, a father of four, had been with the company since April 2008 and said he had no problems until yesterday.

"It's hard work but it is my skill so it is good," he said.

"The only problem was yesterday."


Love your Tabo.
 
 
briangorrell
27 January 2009 @ 12:21 pm


Dearest
Readers,

I hope you like the new look blog as much as I do.
It's simple, organic, colorful and full of promise.
I made it easier on the eyes which I hope helps some people (Airesol hehehe).
I'm so grateful to my team for helping me finish it this week.
I'm hopeless with HTML so without them, I'd be a complete non starter.

They rallied around me this week when I was very sick and I'm forever thankful they were there for me.
Being in and out of hospital this week has been a real eye opener for me.
Trying to keep it quiet was also difficult.
We're all so venerable, regardless of the fire in our bellies.
I'm not one to complain about my health, but it's been a dreadful week, and that's all I'll say.

I've always wanted to have quotes on my blog from my favorite writers.
I'm so very happy to have Tennessee Williams as my first.
Not only because he's one of my top ten writer/poet of all time, but because his words speak to me like few others do.
Tennessee speaks to my advocacy.
His words lift me up when I need lifting.
And this week I've needed a lot of lifting.

Thank you dear Papa for being there for me.

“Oh, you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you -- gently, with love, and hand your life back to you.”

-Tennessee Williams

This from my Papa-

We are all weak when in despair Brian, and when we are, we tend to put up fronts, happy and cheerful, when deep inside we have given up on hope.

It's during these times in our lives, that we need a helping hand, and to be assured that reaching out to someone is perfectly alright.

My advocacy is pure.

Like those simple words from TW.

And my Papa.

 
 
briangorrell
27 January 2009 @ 12:20 pm

Is Wowowee the worst show on Pinoy TV?

Dear Brian,

Nice that you exposed the SOTEs (scum of the earth) here.

I'd love to have a blog like yours,unfortunately, libel law here will be my undoing if I start one.

You should take it a notch higher.
Point out how dumbed- down Philippine society is by the quality of child education and TV programming.

The proliferation of the inane and inconsequential: eat bulaga, wowowee, korea novellas etc., theology, sacred nonsense, charlatanism and homophobia, done to sedate and to distract us from the ills of society and its varying dysfunctions, such as poverty (like one said, the Church and Government don't love the poor; they are in love with the idea of poverty) and malnourishment.

That corporate controlled media, (GMA7, ABS CBN) only serves self-interests and that their reports should always be viewed with skepticism and critical thinking, always ready to challenge and question authority.

The Philippines is mixed-up. Maybe you will be another person (with my wish that there will be more of the likes of you to come) who will help open the eyes of the people here so they can see how they've been systematically lied to and idiotized by the people they depended on. Our citizens are victims too, just like you. But it seems that the lives of the rest of the people here are far more miserable.

The 'moral vacuum' displayed by the air/coke heads to you is but a symptom of what is wrong with our society.

One more thing, why is Maurice Arache still alive if he snorts so much of the stuff up his nose? Maybe that's the one that's embalming him and keeping him alive at the same time....love the freeloader. I think the guy's been reanimated.

Cheers and more power,

D.

"None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free." - Goethe
 
 
briangorrell
27 January 2009 @ 12:19 pm
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briangorrell
23 January 2009 @ 07:01 pm


Dear Readers,

Please read this fascinating article from Ala Paredes.
She's a twenty five year old blogger with a HUGE chip on her Gucci clad shoulder. She was born in Manila (now lives in Australia) of a famous father and I found her article most incredible to read.
I had to read it twice, to at least try to get my head around her point of view.
I wonder if her father could.
I failed.

This poor little rich thing.
So skewered.
So twisted.
No logic.
No real guilt.
Not even a sense of collective conscience guilt.
Nothing.
Ice in her veins it seems.

I guess Ala Paredes is a part of Tim Yap's "guiltless generation."
This poor Ala girl is very conflicted.
Angry.
Please read her words and give me your thoughts.
Where was she educated again?
It doesn't seem as though she has been.
How do the rich ALWAYS end up becoming the victim?
Ala?
How come?

**************************

In Manila, the divide between the rich and the poor is an ever-lingering presence. It permeates our daily lives, like the brown blanket of smog that hovers over Metro Manila. And like smog, it is an ugly reality which we don't like but don't know what to do about. Some choose to do nothing. And who can blame them? It was the previous generations who stuffed up this planet and handed it over to us to fix when we were born.

Now, now, that was an apathetic thing to say. Such a far cry from the bright-eyes compassionate idealist I used to be in my younger years. I donated to charities, participated in immersion and outreach of my own free will, and always gave to beggars on the street.
Amazing what guilt can make you do.
I was guilty because I was supposedly born into a comfortable amount of wealth and status owing to my famous father(
Jim
Paredes). I was guilty because I was chauffeured to school every morning while the poor kids played on the street without shoes because duh, they didn't go to school.


Maybe because they're too busy digging through garbage Ala.

And because I was so privileged, people around me made sure to pound in a social conscience in me so that I wouldn't grow up to be a
bad rich person, you know, those spoiled brats who grew up with their yayas, and went to Ateneo, and are like so conyo.
I don't know if I was spoiled, but I had lots of stuff (which doesn't necessarily turn you into a brat, because I share all my stuff), I had a yaya growing up, and went to Ateneo, and tried as hard as I could not to be conyo because I've learned that Philippines society considers that the biggest sin for a girl who was born privileged. If you don't want people to hate you and write nasty comments about you on forums, you have to pretend you don't like being rich.

At this point, I hope you've been following my sarcasm. I find it funny how people love to hate the rich. The ones who shod their heels in designer labels while the poor can't even afford shoes. The ones who were born with silver spoons in their mouths and whose only duty in life is to marry rich so that that won't ever have to work a day in their lives. When I read about people attacking them on blogs and Internet forums, the collective chant seems to be "let's hate them. it's their fault the country is fucked up. They don't know what real life is."

Bullshit, is what I say to that. Just because someone is rich, doesn't mean they're evil, and just because someone is poor, it doesn't mean they're nice. I've met some pretty abusive poor people, who prey on precisely the sort of guilty person I was. I don't even know what I was guilty about. Because I had shoes?

I mean, sure, it is messed up that some people have shoes, and some people can't afford them. I am not minimizing the problem. But what I didn't understand then was that it
wasn't my fault.
I thought it was my job to save the world, and that I could be a catalyst for change by being a compassionate and selfless person. After all, it was my responsibility to be this way, to pay for the sin of being able to afford good things in life. I had to have a social conscience. So I gave indiscriminately to street kids and beggars on the street. I always made sure I had change in my pocket to give, and occasionally I would give a 50 to whoever lucky kid happened to cross my path. I sometimes carried food in my bag for them. I would even buy banana-Q from this one kid just to help him out, even though i never eat it. What happened then was that I became like a piece of hard, crusty bread discarded in the center of a public park for the pigeons to feast on.

And these poor, suffering street waifs, well, they got mean and rude. I was nice to them, and they thought "hell yeah, you better be nice to me because I'm poor. Where's my money?!"
It got to the point where they would wait for me. They waited for me in packs on street corners in Katipunan.
They waited outside restaurants and cafes like predators, waiting for me to finish my lunch and walk outside where they would ambush me. They would follow me down for blocks holding out their palms, and saying "
Teh, sige naaaa...". Of course, they had the "kawawa expression" on their faces, but through time the kawawa expression because a threatening, bullying expression.
I don't blame them for being angry kids. They probably hate how they have to beg, and don't understand why people with shoes shouldn't have to give them money.

And I understand why people with shoes shouldn't have to give them money. And I understand that if manipulating other people if they need to do to survive, then so be it.
But i grew up terrified of these kids. They seemed to be getting meaner by the day, more and more they felt entitled. it got to the point where I was afraid of walking down the street alone for fear of being harassed. During this time, I arrived home on my doorstep sobbing more than once, crying because I was afraid of them, and hated, hated, hated them. Hated them for their accusing stares that said "It's your fault I'm poor, your fault, your fault, your fault!". And that made me feel like a mean, old rich person who didn't want to help the poor. Boo hoo hoo.


Yes, boo hoo indeed Ala.
Great attitude you have.
How old are you?

What I hated most was that I knew they weren't all miserable as they made themselves out to be. I'd see them laughing and playing joyfully on the sidewalks like any normal kid, and would only put on the
kawawa expression as soon as they caught sight of me. And all this time I kept thinking why me, why me, why have these kids singled me out? And now know why, because I'm an idiot. Because I'm a push-over. Because I had a guilty conscience. I was a piece of bread in a park of hungry pigeons and they knew it. of course they singled me out. I realized only years later that the reason why I hated them was because I felt manipulated.

This realization dawned one me last weekend when I went to
Malate for the first time as a balikbayan. It had been years since I went there, and I found myself seeing the place with fresh eyes. With all the chaos and madness there, so completely opposite from everything Sydney is, I surprised myself by getting cultured shock.

It sounded ridiculous even to myself, I has been to
Malate numerous times. And yet, I felt like I was in a completely foreign country and began to feel that mild sense of danger I feel when I'm in a new place, I felt dazed, overwhelmed.
We waited in line outside the club, and there was a scrawny little girl, stringy hair, no shoes, heckling the people in the line, getting a bit invasive yet getting away with it because she was supposedly a "harmless" little girl.
And she was a poor kid and you know how it is, we must be kind to the poor kids because they haven't got much in life. I suspect this kid got her way
a lot, and probably earned some change each night from club goer standing in line. Everyone was nice to her, and get her get away with things that were a bit over the top, but I didn't but into it. She seems to be coming on a little too strong and kept getting inappropriately close to people.
Finally she came to me. She pointed to the sparkly, sequined eye-mask I was wearing (I wore a mask to go with the "Moulin Rouge" theme for night), and shouted,

"Teh, akin nalang yan!"
"Teh, akin nalang yang maskara mo!"

I looked down at her and said, "huh?"


"Teh, akin nalang yang maskara mo!"

It wasn't a question, it was a declaration. And before I had even answered, the little girl was jumping up and down against me snatching at my face trying to tear the mask off.

That was the last straw.
I have a four year old niece who gets bratty in the same way sometimes, and I don't give in because I don't want to nurture a bad attitude. Why would I tolerate a bratty kid, just because the bratty kid happens to be poor?! Furthermore, she's not even asking for money of food, she's asking for a sparkly, sequined eye mask for heavens sake. She's certainly not the walking wounded.
I looked her square in the eye and with my expression unchanging, I say,

"
Ba't ko toh ibibigay sa iyo?"

She seems at a loss for words for a few seconds. I don't think anyone has ever asked her that. Then she starts jumping trying to snatch the mask off my face again,

"Akin
na yung maskara mo!!!"

I lean back. I stay calm.

"
Ayoko. Maskara ko toh. Bakit ko ibibigay sa iyo?"


They widened as she ran off did they Ala?
Soooo tough you are darling.


The kids eyes widened and she ran off. I don't know where she disappeared to, but I didn't see her again the rest of the night.
And oh, how I smiled to myself. Because that was the moment that I knew that it was not my fault. And if I'm going to give to the poor it's going to be because I want to and not because some little brat is trying to guilt me out of my money, and not because I feel I have to apologize to society for being born into status.

Guilt is not the way to go. You'll be bled dry.


Maybe in the eyes of others I was mean, old (rich) bitch who scared off a poor little street kid. it would have cost me nothing to give it away. You can get those things at two dollar store in Sydney. The mask really meant nothing to me. I probably would've given it to her if she didn't feel so entitled to have it. Shame on me for waging war with a four year old.


But maybe what I was really waging war against was the idiotically, ridiculously guilty person I used to be. JUST because you don't have money, that doesn't give you the right to be a bully.


And just because you have LOTS of money, it doesn't mean you have to be the sacrificial lamb (or sacrificial bread).

Ala Paredes Blog
click link

Dear Ala,
I have one question for you.
WHAT are you doing to make things better?
Well?
 
 
briangorrell
20 January 2009 @ 08:10 am

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briangorrell
19 January 2009 @ 06:18 pm

Manila's party King and Queen

Vintage Entry - Original Post March 09 2008
-this is my response to

Anonymous on January 18, 2009 7:46 PM

the topic of tim yap has worn thin thats why this thread is eerily quiet.

Dear Anon,

You miss the comments?
Yes some people are tired of Tim Yap and have been for a LONG time.
But I'm not tired and neither are the vast majority of my very loyal readers.
So this vintage post is for them and especially for you Anon.
The first of 10 vintage entries I'll be sharing......... as we approach my first Blogiversary on March 4th.
Let's look back shall we?
Enjoy these comments Anon.

Original Post March 09 2008

Dear
Readers,

I despise '
Tiny'.
Not only because he's DJ and Celine's best friend, But because he's disgusting and cruel to others, who
he thinks are beneath him and the Gucci Gang which of course he's a leader of, along with Celine, his female equivalent.
Venue provider for sure.
Treasurer as well, I believe.
Or drug pusher?
This guy
must be stopped.
His drug fueled industry/Club Embassy is no longer a secret.
His playground has been disturbed.
It all happens at Embassy.
VVVVVVVIP all the way baby.

Tim Yap can no longer see clearly through the smoke and mirrors within his universe.
He TELLS people to be selfish.
He gives them permission to be guiltless.
He encourages it.
The hall passes are in his pocket.

Tiny is NOT thinking straight, and that's not because he adores dick.
It does however explain many of the costume decisions he makes though.
UHG!
Is it just me?
Is he or is he not the WORST dresser ever?


I really, really hate him for what he represents.
Does he not have eyes? Can he not see that what he's preaching is tantamount to treason?
You've sold out your own in order to propel your own ass forward just that little bit further..
Or in your case Yap, you turn a profit.
Drugs=Profit.

Talentless show pony.
Just a piece of bum fluff attached to some ass hair.
The male clone of Celine Lopez.

Now dear Tim, you must be very careful about who you have sex with on the beach at Boracay. The security guard that caught you is a friend of mine. And the guy that you were giving head to is also my friend. He is the one who told me you have a small one. Hmm... sorry about that. Can't win them all.

I mean, who the fuck is this guy, Tim Yap?
A
watch seller?
A
vodka seller?
A
soul seller?

He's one of Manila's '
HIGH society's' worst examples of perpetuating the myth and stereotype of the classes. I truly believe he's hollow inside. Shallow vapid materialistic person who is only into self promotion.
But WHAT is he promoting?

Tim dear, charity, charity, charity.
Not drugs, drugs, drugs.
Why do you think that some people need five mobiles and three watches and six ipods
No one in your Manila set deserves a 'swag bag'.

They should all be sent to the provinces with the bags to do an honest days work. Pathetic greedy grubby 'HIGH' society. A selfish collective of everything that is wrong with the Philippines. People are rewarded for being rich and punished for being poor.

It truly makes me sick.

You Tim, make me sick.

Pay up Montano. You owe me 70,000 dollars. I want it in American dollars like you demanded from me. I need that money DJ. I don't have rich parents who will help me. I only have the money that I worked damn hard for all my life. Do you feel like a man? You make me ill. You fucked me up so badly emotionally. Consider this blog my internal therapy. Can't afford a real therapist because you have all my money. So this will have to do. Happy Delfin?

Small bills please.

Tim, you need to get a life and do something good for a change that does not involve drugs, a guest list, velvet rope or ex deals.
Or a peppermint condom!!!!! Relax and breath dear.
And fix your bloody teeth.

I just don't get it. Who are you mate? I've read stories about you. Seen your pics.
You looked mean when I first saw you.
Funny looking really.

People pay you for what exactly? To sell drugs at their events? You sound like a Chinese green grocer trying to get rid of his cabbages before noon. NO one even listens to you at your hosting gigs. I've watched you blah blah blah into the mic, and meanwhile, the people on the ground take no notice.
"Oh it's just Tim".
"Whoring himself again".

You see Yap, you should learn to shut your mouth. Because things you say do have an affect on people. You're like a spoilt rotten little girl. Grow up princess. Join the real world where all people are equal and respected. You're so bloody shallow Yap, your ankles are bone dry.

Last year I was at an event at Nami with the crook.. er sorry, DJ Montano. It was a Tina Tinio event. Some crap mobile phone thing, with crap food and crap wine and just really crap all around. What passed for hospitality there is amazing. More on Tina tomorrow though. I need time for her. She is a big story.

I met the Gucci Gang that day. In fact, they were mostly all there.

Tim's only talent apart from standing upright, is his amazing ability to dazzle the dears in his head lights.

Dear, you're in Manila, not New York.

You society people have to understand how tiny your little world is. Like a speck. And you are all specks in that speck. We are all specks people. Accept it and move on. Understand how you hurt people Tim. People you don't even know. People who as hard as they try and work and slave, they will NEVER be what you deem to be 'fit and proper society'. Barf on you, and your hideous clothes.
Out side of your countries borders mate, you would be hard pressed to find a job ironing (Celine), car washing (DJ) and you Tim, Well you would get the best most fabulous, most wonderful job of all. Butt boy.

You snooty little man. Eventologist? I am going to be ill. No seriously, I am about to be sick.

The first time I met Tim, I almost threw him off the deck and into the water at Nami. I though, who is that nasty little faggot?
But then he spoke. And confirmed what I thought.
What a vile little creature. With his wonky little eye's and strange little body.
Lacoste is out dear. Never really made a revival.
Only in your swollen little head.
And Greenbelt.

I'm sorry Tim, but your ugly.
Inside and out.
Just plain ugly.

My best friend was there on Boracay. A real special girl. My best friend for twenty years.
You should be so lucky to have a friend like her.
But you never will Tim. You are only used by others and you do the same to everyone you know.
Your friends write the stories about you. Promoting your what... microphone skills.
Anyone who can give a blowy can master a microphone love. Its not rocket science.

You slagged my best friend off to DJ mate, and he told me what you said. Other people heard you too. But the worst thing is my friend heard you as well. And she was so hurt. Lesbians don't wear gowns you idiot. Um, no, that's not right.
Some in Manila do actually.

No, she did not have a gown on.
Jeans and tee for comfort. That's my girl.
She did not have her hair done for the 'event'. She is just a normal beautiful wholesome Filipina who was reluctant to come out to the stupid event anyways. I only went because I liked DJ. That little toad. And she only went because I asked her to.
Its what GREAT friends do. They make sacrifices for each other.
and blah blah blah?
You need to be a sacrificed dear.

Society needs to purge you and all your crap products from Manila's radar. Give it to people who need it you dumb shallow excuse for society. Go out onto the street and just hand the loot out.

PEOPLE ARE HORRIBLY POOR IN MANILA.

People need help.
Everywhere.

Not help into their cars because they are so drunk and whacked on cocaine.
They need real help.
Food, clothes, money to educate their children.
Money to keep their children dry at night.
Selfish monsters you all are with your fat swollen swag bags.
Give it all up.
Charity is the answer for you Yap.
About ten years of charity.
Starting now!

Relax with the bleaching cream mate, its seeping through to your brain.

Your just another Manila coke head dear.
Who gives blow jobs on the beaches of Boracay.
Not a good one either.... so we hear.

DJ told me you were in love with him. He also told me he got you your new job at the
Star. How is it going there dear? I personally think your work is shit. I would have fired your ass long ago. Who does your graphics mate? Crap.
You are NOT fashion forward silly and really need to go away for a while.
You are not helping things in Manila.
Manila has to change and you have to go!

Do some charity work TIM.
REAL charity work. Not charity attached to some shit watch or some new carbless booze.
Get a life you guys.
Wake up and try making the life of another person better for one day.

I understand that you can't chip in any pesos DJ because your family is poor.
But
you can deliver food to hungry people or clean their houses.

But Tim, how much do you do with your profile to help others?
Another fortunate faux-lebrity wasting his time chasing the dollar instead of his morals.
Wake up Yap. Your days are numbered.
Just like that uber bitch Celine.
And DJ. Well his ass is well and truly cooked now.
As it deserves to be.
Eye for an eye.
Manila style!
Cowboy style!



***** Follow Up*******

Many people have been asking me from all over the world the same question.
"Will you shut down the blog if DJ gives you your money back"

The answer is simple. YES!

This entire blog comes out of frustration.
Being marginalized and ignored for months, tends to upset a person.
When you are treated like a toilets contents,
You get VERY angry indeed.

Justice.
Its all about justice.
A most foreign of concepts for many who I am targeting with these HONEST revelations.

It is the wider Filipino community that is most affected by the behaviour of these people. They see the flashy pics and the 'make you want to vomit' BIOS written by the subjects friend???? WTF! What chance do 'normal' people have of aspiring to your 'lofty' levels of pleasure and hedonism. They don't. And that's what you all love. Get real jobs. Help people with nothing.

Young peoples self esteems are affected by these flash gaudy examples of nothingness. Their sense of purpose and validity are questioned from within when faced with something most of them will NEVER have or enjoy. Because they are poor.
Its usually the ones on the street that stare, when you exit your hummer or flash car.
Ooohh, ahhhhhh. Wow, they can walk. And talk. And snort. And cheat. And steal.
NOTHING to aspire to for the precious youth of your country.

Cheers!
 
 
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