Maria. Maria Ozawa

If you are going to watch Maria Ozawa Specials inside your office, make sure that you are not watching it in full screen and there is no ultra conservative woman behind you. Anyway, It is OK, she'll just laugh at what she'll see (specifically what Maria Ozawa is putting in her mouth) It's blurred anyway. No Harm Done.

Anyhoo, what’s up with Indonesia? Seems to me they are beginning to be the “turning point” of porn stars who wants to start a wholesome career part in acting. First, there was Maria Ozawa doing a horror movie followed by a comedy movie. Now at least 2 US porn stars are following suit. Even Sasha Grey is going to visit Jakarta to grace the red carpet and support her “colleagues” career moves. (yes, I am well updated on all kinds of news stories)

In the meanwhile, Indonesia being a widely strict/conservative Muslim country is torn on how to implement their codes on morality without admitting they committed sins against it. You see, they wanted to ban the these movies because the actors were stars of “immoral” films, but when asked if they have a proof, they can’t say yes, because watching porn, or possessions of these materials is a crime that will result incarceration and x number strokes of canes.

Politician: She’s Immoral because she stars in a p0rn movie!

Pilisopo: How’d you know?

Politician: Errr…

Pilosopo: Have you seen one of her movie?

Politician: Errr…

I love it when logic wins.

As Stupid as It Gets

I really hate it when things started to gather powder. I hate turning the house upside down and inside out just to look for a pen or a notebook, worse , smaller things like paper clips or a coin. And then when in obvious times that you don’t need them, they’ll appear right in front of you, or you’ll find them neatly arranged in a drawer. You’d like to ask them “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” (But of course I won’t really say those words. I find it disturbing to see other people talking to things and eventually going nuts because of them )

The last place you’ll find them is --- well, the last place you look at. Of course it is! How could you not find them where you found them?! (am I making sense?) It will be extremely stupid if you already saw what you’re looking and ignored it and still looked at other places just so you could “not find them where you looked at” (Geez, why am writing these justifications anyway, if you call these justifications)

Anyhoo, I was looking for my cell phone again for almost the 3 hours. I was sure I left it above the fridge, while I was reheating chicken nuggets for dinner, beside the hiding place for my coins. After my fruitless labours, I resolved to myself that I must have left it inside my bedroom. I even asked my housemates and logged in to Yahoo!Messenger to call it, while my face was laying flat on the floor to feel its vibration (it is on a silent mode), sweeping the my bedroom floor while accumulating various germs, microscopic insects etc. And finally I gave up and resolved it will turn up anyways when i least needed it.

Just barely 2 minutes after I lie down, I was jolted by a vibration. it was on my unkempt blanket, which is the first thing you will see when you entered my bedroom, which I have never even given a glance, or even attempted to fold.

Random Happy Thoughts

I'm really enjoying writing in this small and humble journal of mine.

I have read bloggers who have a hits counter, and some of them are enjoying a 480++ views, I guess that's how juicy and interesting most of their writings are. I envy good writers like that, not only are they intelligent and deep but they are also expressive, worthy of recognition.

With their wide knowledge of both the written and oral language, philandering with it is as easy and as natural as breathing. I really do envy them because they look at every detail with depth of probe and interest. While I continue to marvel them, undeniably, I am learning too.

That's why I took the initiative to write my own journal. Maybe I can finally set my own avenue of expressions? Nah, its still a far cry from reality, but really, writing is a very enjoyable venture. That is, if I know how to write in the first place. I try to append quality entries into my journal as many and as often as possible. I fear that I may be granted the "probing" eye of the better. Nonetheless, I still think that there is so little time for me to keep this journal of mine as alive as it is presently.
So many places to pour my outburst, but so little time. But time is well-spent i suppose. =)

Turning Japanese–Random weekend thought

Very few people know perhaps even my closest friends and my family don't have any idea err...I think nobody really knows because I never told anyone yet or maybe I told a friend about it casually but did not sounded so serious at that time and probably forgotten about it now- that I wanted to become a Japanese.

Yes and if I ever become one, if it's possible at all, I want to live in Japan, preferably in Tokyo and have my own punk band. Don't tell me to shutthefuckup and just be content of being what I am now and be patriotic and all because we all know that's bullshit.

This idea have been running through my head for sometime now and the very reason WHY I want to become one is already vague to me.But that will not stop me from pursuing the idea, no no! And nobody can stop someone from becoming a Japanese! Or an Eskimo or a Jedi Knight! You may think this is just another 'phase' that I will go through life like eating a balance diet and you might be right at some point there but I just don't give a shit right now.
I want to become a Japanese! Alright, that sounds weird when I say it out loud. Anyway, yeah.

I even own a samurai…

Notes on Kalibo–Caticlan Transfer

I'm starting to think that Boracay will be a yearly pilgrimage for me. I was captivated by its charm ever since my first visit last year. So when the I found out that PAL had a seat sale to Boracay last December I didn't think twice and booked a ticket for January.

The flight from Manila to Kalibo was thankfully uneventful. The weather was nice and cooperating albeit the strong winds and news of typhoons at the eastern parts of the Philippines. The newly built terminal was a surprise. I found out that Zest Air and China Southern flies direct to Kalibo now from Shanghai.

We boarded a van for the 2 hours transfer from Kalibo Airport to Caticlan Jetty. Earplug in my ear set to my "lullaby" playlist on my i-touch and I was prepared to doze off the whole duration of the trip. But the cramped seat and the breakneck speed driving keeps me awake. I had 3 American girls behind me giggling and suddenly exclaiming "I want that puppy" and "three" and "awww cute" and "that's five, no six!"

They were counting the Askals, or Stray dogs. Apparently, there are no stray dogs in their countries. Oh well, I was not sleepy and I joined their fun, counting the dogs by myself. I got easily bored and made my own list of anything too.

So here are the notes on List of Kalibo to Caticlan Thingeys;

4 cell phone calls answered by the driver while driving.

34 stray dogs

8 cows grazing at the grassy roadside

1 cemetery

14 schools

3 twenty-songs-playlist

5 albums (Finished 500 Days of Summer OST without skipping)

9 Y-fork roads

3 CUBAO - PASAY BUSSES!

4 miles of seaside road

a group of Kite surfers

3 foreigners seating behind me, giggling, laughing and enjoying the local sceneries

4 disgruntled local couples who can't take the 3 noisy foreigners

lost count on vehicles overtaken, I stopped at 33.

1 hour and 56 minutes Travel

Also I managed to acquire two new foursquare badges. "I'm on a boat" and "Explorer" Badges. Yey.