HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit Curate a Photo Exhibition

People say The Nashman is a difficult person to work with. This probably stems from the fact that I'm impulsive and more importantly because methinks half-measures are not worth the effort. Isa sa mga dahilan kaya hindi po ako gumagamit ng instant sinigang mix. Hindi po ako nandadaya sa pagluluto, tandaan mo yan Joey de Leon.

If you think I'm so demanding, wait till you have the chance to work with His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit who were invited recently to curate a photo exhibition in the Bohemian Arty-Farty enclave of Sta. Tereza. These two dawgs demand no less than the best. We don't demand perfection though as that is just boring. It's the small surprises that make life interesting. What HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit want is for their guests to fully enjoy the ride.


PA/PR Gromit lays out the shortlisted photographs.

Mounting an exhibition can be stressful, so PA/PR Gromit diffuses the tension with laughter. This time he is wearing a silly carnaval neckdress.

PA/PR Gromit examines the sequence of photographs carefully.

The eve of the exhibition opening, PA/PR Gromit was very nervous and couldn't sleep. He always does the worrying for us because he has an OC streak.

PA/PR Gromit and HRO Karl Willem wake up early for final preparations.

The Nashman, capitalising on his fame, contributed this art installation entitled "Kahon na Aluminum". Ganun naman diba, basta sikat ka ng kahit konti lang, or kahit hindi ka sikat basta kapalmuks, lokohan nalang ang output, lagyan mo lang ng pa-intellectual hifalutin metaphysical blurbs, pwede mo ng ipasang art.

HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit are happy with the exhibition.

First off, we thank our sponsors. If you can read that text, you will notice that we are supported by all the possible acronyms you can think of.

At 7pm, one by one the punters arrive. Eventually, a hundred people show up. Pero judging from the outfit ni titah above, obvious na hindi sya collector at hindi natin siya mabebentahan. Siguro pumunta lang siya tonight for our free cocktails. Nagkukunwari lang siya na gets nya the two-dimensional pictures while waiting for the food to be served.

The pica-pica foods.

A rare personal rant:

I will explain before I complain, meron po kaming kaibigan na self-titled "photographer". Kami naman po ay never na ipinagyabang na kami ay 'photographer'. Kami po ay taong may hawak ng mumurahing camera na mahilig kumuha ng litrato. Hindi po sa pagmamayabang pero ilan po sa aming mga litrato ay na-publish na (under anonymous ha), at sasabihin rin po namin na mahigit sa kahalati ng aming mga kuha ay mga wala ring kwenta. Anyways, balik po tayo sa aming kaibigan na self-titled 'photographer' na di hamak naman na mas mura ang camera. Madalas po nya kaming pilitin na panoorin ang kanyang mga walang kwentang slide shows. Bale kukuha po siya ng widescreen na litrato pero vertical ang alignment, naka-sentro ang subject, at gagawing sepia. Ito raw ay ehemplo ng mahusay na photography.

Gusto ko po lamang liwanagin na ang 'art' para sa amin ay kanya-kanyang etchas. Hindi tayo pare-pareho ng trippings. Ang kinaiinisan ko lamang ay ang 'photographer' na ito na nagpapadala sa aking email account ng 5Mb na panoramic aspect ratio na patayo na ginawang sepia na ang subject ay ang panget niyang mukha at kini-claim na ito ay 'artistic'. Potang-ena, ang dami ko pang importanteng emails na hindi natanggap dahil pinuno mo ang aking inbox ng walang kwentang self-portraits. Padala mo nalang yan sa Kimberley Clarke baka gusto nila ng bagong embossed logo para sa kanilang toilet paper.

HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit Curate a Photo Exhibition

People say The Nashman is a difficult person to work with. This probably stems from the fact that I'm impulsive and more importantly because methinks half-measures are not worth the effort. Isa sa mga dahilan kaya hindi po ako gumagamit ng instant sinigang mix. Hindi po ako nandadaya sa pagluluto, tandaan mo yan Joey de Leon.

If you think I'm so demanding, wait till you have the chance to work with His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit who were invited recently to curate a photo exhibition in the Bohemian Arty-Farty enclave of Sta. Tereza. These two dawgs demand no less than the best. We don't demand perfection though as that is just boring. It's the small surprises that make life interesting. What HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit want is for their guests to fully enjoy the ride.


PA/PR Gromit lays out the shortlisted photographs.

Mounting an exhibition can be stressful, so PA/PR Gromit diffuses the tension with laughter. This time he is wearing a silly carnaval neckdress.

PA/PR Gromit examines the sequence of photographs carefully.

The eve of the exhibition opening, PA/PR Gromit was very nervous and couldn't sleep. He always does the worrying for us because he has an OC streak.

PA/PR Gromit and HRO Karl Willem wake up early for final preparations.

The Nashman, capitalising on his fame, contributed this art installation entitled "Kahon na Aluminum". Ganun naman diba, basta sikat ka ng kahit konti lang, or kahit hindi ka sikat basta kapalmuks, lokohan nalang ang output, lagyan mo lang ng pa-intellectual hifalutin metaphysical blurbs, pwede mo ng ipasang art.

HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit are happy with the exhibition.

First off, we thank our sponsors. If you can read that text, you will notice that we are supported by all the possible acronyms you can think of.

At 7pm, one by one the punters arrive. Eventually, a hundred people show up. Pero judging from the outfit ni titah above, obvious na hindi sya collector at hindi natin siya mabebentahan. Siguro pumunta lang siya tonight for our free cocktails. Nagkukunwari lang siya na gets nya the two-dimensional pictures while waiting for the food to be served.

The pica-pica foods.

A rare personal rant:

I will explain before I complain, meron po kaming kaibigan na self-titled "photographer". Kami naman po ay never na ipinagyabang na kami ay 'photographer'. Kami po ay taong may hawak ng mumurahing camera na mahilig kumuha ng litrato. Hindi po sa pagmamayabang pero ilan po sa aming mga litrato ay na-publish na (under anonymous ha), at sasabihin rin po namin na mahigit sa kahalati ng aming mga kuha ay mga wala ring kwenta. Anyways, balik po tayo sa aming kaibigan na self-titled 'photographer' na di hamak naman na mas mura ang camera. Madalas po nya kaming pilitin na panoorin ang kanyang mga walang kwentang slide shows. Bale kukuha po siya ng widescreen na litrato pero vertical ang alignment, naka-sentro ang subject, at gagawing sepia. Ito raw ay ehemplo ng mahusay na photography.

Gusto ko po lamang liwanagin na ang 'art' para sa amin ay kanya-kanyang etchas. Hindi tayo pare-pareho ng trippings. Ang kinaiinisan ko lamang ay ang 'photographer' na ito na nagpapadala sa aking email account ng 5Mb na panoramic aspect ratio na patayo na ginawang sepia na ang subject ay ang panget niyang mukha at kini-claim na ito ay 'artistic'. Potang-ena, ang dami ko pang importanteng emails na hindi natanggap dahil pinuno mo ang aking inbox ng walang kwentang self-portraits. Padala mo nalang yan sa Kimberley Clarke baka gusto nila ng bagong embossed logo para sa kanilang toilet paper.

Am I a diva or what?

Just woke up to a ringing phone.

A job offer.

Told him to ring back as I haven't brushed my teeth and probably have morning breath (not that any of my exes have said so.)

Duh, it's a phone call you muppet.

Am I a diva or what?

Just woke up to a ringing phone.

A job offer.

Told him to ring back as I haven't brushed my teeth and probably have morning breath (not that any of my exes have said so.)

Duh, it's a phone call you muppet.

commit this to memory

Cemerlang Gemilang Tembelang

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in conjunction with the 5Oth merdeka i would like to dedicate this song by Propagandhi to all the racist, sexist, neo-nazis, flesh-hungry police and corrupt politicians  of the world.  Play the video, read the lyrics and sing with me.

PROPAGANDHI - THE ONLY GOOD FASCIST IS A VERY DEAD FASCIST

Swastikas and Klan-robes. Sexist, racist, homophobes. Aryan-Nations
and Hammerskins: you can wear my nuts on your nazi chins! God, I love a
man in uniform! (But, uh, before we get too intimate here, big fella):
what exactly are the great historical accomplishments of “your” race
that make you proud to be white? Capitalism? Slavery? Genocide?
Sitcoms? Guns? War? Pollution? Addiction? NAFTA? Thigh-Master? This is
your fucking white-history, my “friend”. So why don’t we start making a
history worth being proud of and stat fighting the real fucking enemy:
the white male capitalist supemacist. Swastikas and Klan-robes. Sexist,
racist, homophobes. This one’s for the “Master Race”: my brown-power
ass in your white-power face! Kill them all and let a Norse God sort
‘em out!

Awan met dagiti al-alya (Where them ghosts at?)

You'd think that living for four years next to a graveyard, I'd at least had the chance to see/feel/hear a ghost. But nooooooo. All those "haunted house/malevolent ghost" movies set in gloomy England that I watched as a kid gave me false hopes! You mean to tell me all those Scooby Doo adventures are not based on fact? What's the point of all those Shake, Rattle, and Roll movies?

I've been arriving home just past midnight for the last couple of days, dismounting my bicycle to walk across the graveyard and not a single spine tingling experience!

I live in a 1900s mansion with 11 rooms, only five of which are occupied, having lots of dark and narrow hallways, and I was hoping that there'd be some of the "others" lurking around but noooooooooo. Nada. Nothing. Nyet. Awan. For fun, I'd turn off the lights at 1am and walk around the halls asking them poltergeists to at least make their presence felt. Nothing.

Ok, maybe the fact that I don't believe in ghosts scare them away. But fricking c'mon! How am I supposed to doubt their non-existence and question my lack of faith if they won't help out. It's not as if I'm not trying hard enough.


There's nothing more welcoming than a black pussy on top of a gravestone.

Awan met dagiti al-alya (Where them ghosts at?)

You'd think that living for four years next to a graveyard, I'd at least had the chance to see/feel/hear a ghost. But nooooooo. All those "haunted house/malevolent ghost" movies set in gloomy England that I watched as a kid gave me false hopes! You mean to tell me all those Scooby Doo adventures are not based on fact? What's the point of all those Shake, Rattle, and Roll movies?

I've been arriving home just past midnight for the last couple of days, dismounting my bicycle to walk across the graveyard and not a single spine tingling experience!

I live in a 1900s mansion with 11 rooms, only five of which are occupied, having lots of dark and narrow hallways, and I was hoping that there'd be some of the "others" lurking around but noooooooooo. Nada. Nothing. Nyet. Awan. For fun, I'd turn off the lights at 1am and walk around the halls asking them poltergeists to at least make their presence felt. Nothing.

Ok, maybe the fact that I don't believe in ghosts scare them away. But fricking c'mon! How am I supposed to doubt their non-existence and question my lack of faith if they won't help out. It's not as if I'm not trying hard enough.


There's nothing more welcoming than a black pussy on top of a gravestone.

salute to a friend

Last weekend, my good friend Tuan Epi, back in tanahair from his place of inhabitants in Dublin, Ireland for a 2-week holiday, throws a birthday party/bbq for his 2-years old son, Mr Daniel at his family home in Ayer Keroh, Melaka

BBQ Epi 01

BBQ Epi 02

BBQ Epi 03

BBQ Epi 04

BBQ Epi 10

Hidden Camera footage of The Nashman

The raunchy video the Catholic Bishops Conference of The Philippines doesn't want you to see.

Turn the volume up and listen carefully to the shocking exchange between The Nashman and a deep penetration agent.

"This is more scandalous than the Garci tapes!" - Senator Panfilo Lacson, envious.

"I'd like to say something seemingly profound yet on close scrutiny reveals that I'm just a pretentious twat." - Senator Chiz "Puro Porma" Escudero, at a loss for words.

"The Nashman? I don't know him. He doesn't fly economy. Hey, are you going to blame Greece burning on me too? Is it coz I is fat?" - Malu Fernandez

Hidden Camera footage of The Nashman

The raunchy video the Catholic Bishops Conference of The Philippines doesn't want you to see.

Turn the volume up and listen carefully to the shocking exchange between The Nashman and a deep penetration agent.

"This is more scandalous than the Garci tapes!" - Senator Panfilo Lacson, envious.

"I'd like to say something seemingly profound yet on close scrutiny reveals that I'm just a pretentious twat." - Senator Chiz "Puro Porma" Escudero, at a loss for words.

"The Nashman? I don't know him. He doesn't fly economy. Hey, are you going to blame Greece burning on me too? Is it coz I is fat?" - Malu Fernandez

Inside information for Clinton

I just applied for a job shelving books. It probably pays £6.08/hour tax exempt. It's a great gig, lifting books tones the muscles and you can do everything while listening to your mp3 player. Plus, just imagine all those hot girls asking for your help in finding de Sade's The 120 Days of Sodom.

Apo Kabunian, panga-asim, please give me this job! I'm tethering on the edge of poverty and I need it!

Anyways I dug up the following nice bits of info:

1. Median annual salary by majors, Philippines.


2. Median annual salary by School, obvious ba na sa Philippines?


3. Median annual salary by School, for da adopted homeland. Ipagpalagay nating I went to two of these schools, the additive law applies ba?


4. Median annual salary by majors, Switzerland. This is where ECEs should go! Binabarat lang tayo diyan sa mga PEZA....


5. Average vacation weeks. This is obviously France. They have 35-hour work weeks, 2-hour lunches, half day Friday, and yet they get paid to go on holiday for 6 weeks. Hindi ba socialism at its finest? (Baka hindi na magtagal. Last week lang, Sarko is making sipsip to Bush. Yuck.)

Inside information for Clinton

I just applied for a job shelving books. It probably pays £6.08/hour tax exempt. It's a great gig, lifting books tones the muscles and you can do everything while listening to your mp3 player. Plus, just imagine all those hot girls asking for your help in finding de Sade's The 120 Days of Sodom.

Apo Kabunian, panga-asim, please give me this job! I'm tethering on the edge of poverty and I need it!

Anyways I dug up the following nice bits of info:

1. Median annual salary by majors, Philippines.


2. Median annual salary by School, obvious ba na sa Philippines?


3. Median annual salary by School, for da adopted homeland. Ipagpalagay nating I went to two of these schools, the additive law applies ba?


4. Median annual salary by majors, Switzerland. This is where ECEs should go! Binabarat lang tayo diyan sa mga PEZA....


5. Average vacation weeks. This is obviously France. They have 35-hour work weeks, 2-hour lunches, half day Friday, and yet they get paid to go on holiday for 6 weeks. Hindi ba socialism at its finest? (Baka hindi na magtagal. Last week lang, Sarko is making sipsip to Bush. Yuck.)

Another Dogs' Day Out: Mariana

His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit release some images of their official visit to the city of Mariana, the oldest city of Minas Gerais.

Mariana is a mining town named after the queen of Portugal, Maria Ana of Austria. If you are wondering why a Hapsburg ended up far west, alalahanin na sila ay professional suppliers ng mga royal babies. Wherever there is a royal domain, expect a Hapsburg vagina knocking on your door tomorrow.

Pero take note, if any of my self proclaimed Mindanao 'royalty' acquaintances claim Hapsburg lineage lulunurin ko sila sa Lake Lanao. Please, utang ng loob, 2007 na po. Tama na ang pagkukunwari about your sultanate. The Philippines is a Republic. Everyone is born equally, protected by our meritocratic constitution. Ang kinikilala ko lang na Datu ay si Puti. Lahat ng barangay merong "princess" tulad ni Loren Legarda. Pleeze, baka nabili nyo lang sa Recto yang royal lineage nyo. Ako nga hindi ko pinagyayabang ang aking Medici heritage kahit proven ito ng mitochondrial DNA analysis....


HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit about to enter the Sala of the Ex-Presidents.

HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit in the intimate Camara.

HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit on the steps of the Camara.

...on the steps of one of the many baroque churches...

...baroque, it's everywhere.