Wanted - New Trailer!

WANTED

W.ithout
A. doubt the most
N.erve wracking
T.heater
E.ntertaiment I have ever seen in
D.ecades.

I must have mentioned this to you before that I don't go out much to see a movie and waste one or two hours of my time in despicable celluloid houses. But just tonight, I've managed to get inside one and had the wildest and thrilling experience of my life. This Angelina Jolie movie, WANTED is so much fun and entertaining to watch despite the bloody gory scenes it depicts.

Its brilliant fast pace, chaotic and sheer madness.

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KENGKAY'S WORLD PEACE

Kengkay once again pleaded that his readers refrain from bullying him. As he proffess not to be the gay icon that should be revered. Fair enough but I, being the jack-ass that I am, simply wish that he never stop from flamboyant and entertaining exposition, whether its true or not. His mini-series about a fellow blogger who is soon retiring, agent boytoy, is so hilarious that I cannot contain myself from adding my own twist to their stories. And here is my take as I typed away on his comment page:

While they are inside the tinted car, Ahenteng Cowboy is actually bemused at Kenkay's subtle advances. Especially when the latter groped his right hands onto...the stick shift. What else can it be, tee-nipples?

Then suddenly, out of the blue, a siren wails as Kenkay is about to step on the gas...here comes an officer and a gentleman in starchy uniform...ready to pounce!

Where do you think your heading, ladies?---- the cop asked.

But Sarge...we were just about to feel and eat each other out! Err...I meant going to get something for a bite---- protested Kengkay, trying to explain to the police officer who was brandishing a a very thick and long black wooden club, batuta, at that inopportune momment of desire.

Threesome?---Ahenteng Cowboy bravely asked.

JAZZ CAN'T BEAR IT

As an avid blogger writer, ayzprincess, have two ambitious blogspot website; uhm...erhm...pfft...blah...and Nawawalang Blogger, respectively. Here she once wrote a very poignant poem titled "Di Ko Matiis", which means "Unbearable". As I asked if it's her original english poem mix in vernacular; she readily admits that she had a hard time translating part of her third verse in native tounge, Tagalog.

Az I waz really up to a challenge, live by wordz, and love theze linez, zhe allowed me to tranzlate the aforementioned  versez.

my refuge is my down fall

my sanctuary is my hell

in your arms I am safe, but my heart is doomed

and everything may just be in vain

So az a birthday gift to ayzprincess, here iz Di Ko Matiis in itz entirety:

sa dibdib ng katotohanan

sa pusod ng realidad

ngiti ang katumbas ng bawat luhang

hindi mai-iyak.

sa unos na dala ng ngayon

hinahangin ang nalalabi kong pag-asa

binabagyo

ang puso kong pagal.

kaligtasan ko'y aking kasawian

apoy ang aking kanlungan

sa piling mo, ako'y matiwasay

ngunit puso ko'y isinadlak

at ang lahat ay balintuod lamang.

ALIGNING DEAD PLANETS

Right now,

I am just playing

about... this

dashboard posting

of my blogger account

because

I got nothing to do.

Just checking all

necessarry details

and

add ons

that I could possibly make

in order for

my entry

to be as interesting

as possible...

For it must be too

boring.

In other words,

trying to fiddle around

the tweedle dee

and duh rum dum!

But while

you're here

kindly check

the following:

http://www.where.ca

http://www.prideedmonton.org/

http://www.uncoverthecure.org/

HISTORY इन MAKING

लीर्निंग हिस्टरी इस अस एअस्य अस १ २ ३ और रठेर थे अमौंत और क्रुर्रेंच्य इन यौर वाल्लेट। हियर इस माननी 'पच्मन' पकुइओं ओं अ फिलिप्पिने फाइव पेसो बिल.

YES WE DEED WED

Fifteen years ago today, dearest wifi and I got hitched in a very memorable quickie wedding ceremony performed by now dead, RIP, Justice of the Peace in our neck of the woods. I cannot ever forget that day, I mean how could I, when everything was so surreal. It's peculiarly windy that day just like today. The city was sunny but overcast with patches of dark clouds that can be seen from far and wide. Our marriage, pardon the pun, went well without a hitch, although the weather seemed to be not cooperating. Like I said, it was so windy that flyers and newspapers were being blown away onto the streets while neighborhood dogs kept on barking as dearest wifi and I were exchanging vows. It's a bit odd that those dogs never ceased howling during our nuptial which happened to be witnessed by four of our dear friends. You may probably think that those animals actually disapproved of us, joining together in a sacred matrimony on a day like this. And then came the sudden heavy rain which just like today was so abrupt and unexpected. Yeah it did rain and poured today that brought back the memories of yester-years.

Our reception was held at a very classy restaurant nearby the Northgate Mall, attended by throngs of relatives and now distant friends. It's sad to say that this said restaurant is now home and venue for a very notorious strip club. What can I say...life sucks!

And you know what else...why this date is memorable? Because June 12, aside from being our anniversary, is also Philippines Independence Day when dearest wifi and I chose to get tied for the rest of our lives. Ain't that oxymoron-ic?

FLICKING INDY JONES

As an advanced Father's Day gift to me, my dearest wifi and son treat yours truly, jimg29, to a blockbuster movie। I reckon that it's been years since the three of us,together, last saw a movie on the big screen। Because mostly we just rent our entertainment via nearby video store. Just what can I say? I still can't speak, I lost my voice, it's still hoarse but I'll try my best!The movie was alright, still exciting, ho-hum at times. But to my son's assessment it was truly, and spectacularly cool. While dear wifi was just too glad to get out of the house, breath some fresh air and get to spend her money with clipped coupons. I on the other hand, with my discerning taste in entertaiment, am the one who actually phoo-pooed the movie that I chose to watch in the first place; and is acting like a spoiled rotten child with this nasty cold still plugging my respiratory. So dearest wifi stopped by a drugstore and brought me CEPACOL, what a relief that is. It's just a lozenges but actually do wonder to calm my (effing) throath. And now I can truly suspend my disbelief on this -su-per-flu-ous- Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skulls. Watching a documentary about the same subject is a much more thrilling ride.

BEYOND CLOSED DOORS

Here in our household, my dearest wifi, son and yours truly were divided on American politics...We were actually in disagreement whether the lady senator or the first Afro-American deserved to lead the mighty American nation and the free world. Not that we really care, but it was just compelling to watch what's happenning south of the border which I know would have a great and direct impact and ties to our government up here. And now that Senator Obama was finally named as the nominee come November election just galvanized our deepest disagreement to date.

It is no secret that I like Senator Clinton more than any other contender. I see in her the grace and steely resolved one can ask for a politician. When she talks, I am truly mesmerized. I dont know why but I tend to listen to her in a much more intensity compared to other wannabees who put me to sleep and dose off, I have a dream... (But this is now out of the question as she finally now conceded to re-take the White House.)


But what nags me more than ever is what really transpired beyond the secret meeting between Senator Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama, before the former thrown in the towel. Your guess is as agood as mine. And I could only speculate. After a lengthy contested primaries, the two were seen amicably admiring ang respecting each other's strength.


Hillary: Senator Obama? (shakes hands firmly...and to self, "you really stole it from me...I haven't seen it cumming this way. you buffoon!"

Obama: Ah yes Senator Clint...

Hillary: After a much deliberation and lenghty considerations, I now cum to a great conclusion that we, (you) must agree on a solid and concrete concession.

Obama: Yes sen...

Hillary: What I'm trying to say is...if I concede to your nomination (like I said I had not seen it cumming) and give my support behind your candidacy, are you willling to...I mean if you...would you...could you...Aaah to hell with it...I got more plans to re-decorate the White House, I guess the NEW BLACK is now again IN!

Obama: Well...Sen...

Hillary: Drinks?

Obama: (cordially) Than...

Hillary: Three choices, French Spitzer mineral water, Katrina well de agua or aqua du Alberta?

Obama: Do I have a choi...?

Hillary: Why yes of course...yes indeed, (my formidable foe)

Obama: I'll have the latter then...(so thirsty...gulping nervously)

Hilarry: How about some cookies, Chelsea baked them herself...Yes as I was saying... Have you decided yet for a dream ticket? That would give Mr. McCain a nightmare come November election!

Obama: Im actually fasting... Sen...

Hillary: Here is my plan, you (Berock)can pretend to be the Head of the State, while I, I, Hilarry Rodham Clinton would be the (symbolical) Vice President but actually be running the show, capiche? Afterall, I, I, Hillary Rodham Clinton former First Lady of William Jefferson Clinton, me, got the most poopoolar votes amongst women, white ruling class, middle income group and disgruntled voters (racist) and also folks from my very important ridings, don't I deserved at least be given the most important role in the land?

Obama: Yes, se-sen...I'll th...

Hillary: Not to mention the experience, expertice and much a more sounding decision making to date, health care. foreign affairs... Don't you agree?

Obama: (not really there but nervous from this crazy tirading wow-man) Yes we ca...

Hillary: Besides I am the only one who can actually put Democratic Party onto the ruling new governement, isn't that right?

Obama: (protesting) B...u...t...t...but Sen...

Hillary: (unperturbed) So if I, I, Senator Rodham Clinton former...the first woman actually gets what she wants, then...I will make sure the smooth transition for the following select...err election...I mean 2012.

Obama: Can we...

Hillary: So what can you say Howie err Berock...Deal or no deal?
Enchichalen...

YES WE CAN!

SURE WE CAN!

THE QUEEN AND I

Mother called and paid a visit this morning. She's so happy, telling me that she got a pair of shoes for me that I can use for work. She bought it from where else, Value Village. I told her to stop going there altogether as there's no point really in saving anymore money. But I tried it on nonetheless, and really liked it, how comfy, compared to other black shoes I'm wearing at present. The leather is Italian and not inexpensive, coincidentally, I could use it for my son's convocation ceremony tommorow. Her apokong, grandson, is actually graduating from Grade 9, and I can't believe that this stubborn kid actually made it to pass his class and all. Considering that I never actually seen him studying for the pass school year. All I've seen from him is his diligent computer training of his Runefury games till the wee hours. Who would have thought that this boy was able to make it.

Going back with mother, I never seen her so happy. I asked her where is she going after, and told me that she might go to her favorite grocery store to buy some Asian dish as she is getting tired cooking lately. How about Buddha, I said, aint she cooking? And she said that baby sister is so busy on her computer as well, as soon as she comes home. And she's just so tired herself to argue with her about household chores.

And how about my cousin Robert, how is he? Fine, she said.

And what about our Indian baby princess, my nephew's daughter? I asked, and she said she was alright. But got a fever last week, she probably caught some nasty weather ailments, but nonetheless she's fine as well and still so tabatsuy, chubby, because her mom never stop feed-bottling her constantly, she continued.

We catched up for some more lah-dih-dah...and remind her to take it easy.

She didn't stay longer and as she was gripping the doorknob, I asked her if she actually missed Mokong, my dad who passed away last December, she told me as a matter of fact, non-chalant, never! (Was she kidding me?)

I followed her through the walkways and as it was really bright and sunny, I noticed that mother sports a Bill Clintonesque hair color style. So regal...and like the queen...ever so bitchy as usual!