Sinulog. Less Fun In The Hospital.

After nearly a week of his much-publicized illness, my brother finds out that he gets to go home on Sinulog day – basically the most important day of the year in our hometown. This is how he celebrates.:     Maybe he’s just all too glad that we won’t have to watch this livestream of the Sinulog festivities. A dude’s going to attach a webcam … Continue reading Sinulog. Less Fun In The Hospital.

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Because My Parents Still Basically Think I’m a Bum

Here’s a peek at two of the many many many projects that have been keeping me busy over the past couple of months. Clips of me in action are somewhere in the middle. Gorgeous video by Alyssa Suico, one of my hugely talented students at the Dakila / MTV EXIT / VF Media Camp (and she’s the newest member of Dakila!) With bonus Tado, Ramon … Continue reading Because My Parents Still Basically Think I’m a Bum

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I’m Sorry Ma’am, It’s Terminal

There’s a moratorium on the non-awesome around these parts, but I figure this is so far down on the horrible side of the spectrum that it’s broken through to the other side and become awesome instead.  

The short version: We spent about 12 hours in limbo partly because some stairs ran into a plane.

The long version:

Thursday – Sunday, 22- 25 July 2010

I’m in Cebu with the rest of the Dakila team to help launch the Active Vista Film Festival’s 17-city tour.

Sunday, 25 July 2010

9:00 pm (Times are approximate because I kept switching between my phone, my pocket watch and the airport clocks.)Kate and Noy Bert drive Marj, Lourd and I to the Mactan-Cebu Airport so we can catch our 10:40 pm flight to Manila

Express my ass.

9:15 pm – A sign at the AirPhil Express check-in counter says out flight has been delayed. We figure it’s because of the insane weather back in Manila. We check in and try to figure out how to kill time until 1 am.

9:30 pm – Kate and Noy Bert double back and pick us up. We cruise around Lapu-Lapu City looking for a cheap motel so Lourd can get some beauty rest before his morning show.

10:00 pm – We get dropped off at “Warm Hands Massage” – a 24-hour joint sandwiched between a tattoo parlor and “Club Mermaid”.

10:15 pm – Slathered in Omega Pain Killer and Efficascent Oil, we doze off while masseuses (18-30 years old) poke and prod to their heart’s content. Lourd reports that they don’t do happy endings. I was too greasy to take pictures.

 

 

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