Anybody home?

I am back. (drum rolls and confetti) While this blog's been under neglect, I was busy dealing with life. What a complicated thing. You would eventually find your self in the thick and particularly lost in it. What happens next? This post. Well, I took time to recover where I left off and there my gag reflex came to greet me. Ack. The last few hours were spent questioning the existence of this blog. Shameful. Reading it has never been ridiculously sounding as I had imagined it would be back then. It's like hearing your childish wits speaking. You find yourself years later laughing at every single thing you've written. Sad. I officially never want to meet my future self. 

Expect more stupidity. I haven't really grown up that much anyway...

Awaaaard!

This zomvie (zombie movie. XD) is unlike the typical zombie apocalypse movies you've seen. Although in this movie, the zombies are also out to get brains, especially that proverbial one which men had between their legs. Speaking of humor, the comedy in this movie is so well executed you could die laughing. Yes, it was my first time to watch quite a combination and I'm amazed how they came up with such a concoction to the flick. It's really effective and it lives up to the reputation of a bonafide indie film, apart from those which we've been exposed under, same old stories of the morbid lives of fellows, who were unfortunate to be objectified in this country's gruesome sex trade; silly excuse of an art film. Overall, it's nice change of pace in the silver screen, a unique movie that is a no-brainer anyone could watch.

Once in our lives we may have encountered someone like Remington, an extreme homophobe. For reasons that I wouldn't want to spoil the plot, I'll settle with this much description. The rest would be for the viewers to unearth. Try to imagine how a misbehaved boy's petty provocation to irk an elderly queer led to a life-changing consequence. If you happen to have a uniquely bizarre way of imagining things then you might get a gist of how "Zombadings: Patayin sa shokot si Remington" will progress in story.

We were meant to be entertained in this movie but it cannot be avoided that some would perceive it as horror, an apparent reality in the society that is ought not to be made a laughing matter because of the encouragement it could draw out from homophobes. I don't think the people behind the production are that dense to overlook the delicacy of these sexuality issues, it's just that it really wasn't meant to get serious about. It's not about making fun of ourselves, it was to make us laugh amid the cruel situation we are in, after all, gay people wouldn't suit the term gay if not for their ability to make fun of everything. This strikes me as an empowerment, above all, that we shouldn't live in fear that we could not be accepted for who are because that isn't truly freedom. We are afraid of the hate crimes but that should not deter us from being who we truly are because only in persistence will we get acknowledgement. I think they made their point clear, that no matter how much they kill homosexuality, it could not be terminated completely because it is a natural phenomenon that randomly manifests, with or without choice. It has a resilience that of which is similar to a zombie, capable of rising again and again, from generations to generations that will continue to haunt the world until they get the message that homosexuals are not going stay quiet, we're here to stay. How this film said it was the difference. It was in a funny way that even haters or bitters could extract joy from it.

This film's brilliance outshines by far and has uplifted the value of indie films out from the graves.

☆☆☆☆

Davao city tourism punchline is a hit!

We have Mayor Sara Duterte to thank for this knockout concept XD

Culture Crash

It pains me to know that the HP series has finally ended... But, before we bid goodbye,

The HP cast: in anime style!

Cheers to the era of wands and brooms :)

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"Ice-make Abs!"

He has got to be the COOLEST (Gray Fullbuster) cosplayer evaaaah!!! Not that I've seen any other ;)

*insert fangirl shriek*

Excuse me while I salivate...

† Photo by Lea Navarra ©

The Official "GAYme" Face

Turns out Sony Computer Entertainment had a reality show called "The Tester" about twelve or so contestants competing for a career at SCEA as a Game Tester. The winner got a $5,000 sign-in bonus (Meh.), a PS3 console (Not bad.), and a Sony Bravia 3D television (Ok, I want in!). At first it might seem like a Big Brother spin-off where they gathered up seemingly random bunch of people who have a common interest on gaming. The only difference this show has with BB is the house. It's not just a house. It's a house full of PS3 consoles and all the possible PS game titles in every corner! Two words. Gamer Haven. No, make that Gamer Heaven. But of course, there's a corresponding hell of trials for the show's purpose, which is to find someone who had what it takes to be a Game Tester. The show looked scripted to me though, and other than the prizes at stake, there's not much to look forward to. It just seemed like any other act of publicity to me, but not until season 2 began.

Unfortunately, the gaming world is patriarchal by nature. Those who belong to the minority play discreetly most of the time—*cough*. Although it's a different case when you're playing alone, but some just want to play it out either online or in Battlenet or whatever platforms that include interaction, or when those male hormones just want to kick some butt. While we mostly get annoyed by those pretentious 12-year-olds running around calling everyone noob, we can't avoid hate remarks from homophobes who make up almost all of the gaming population. That's really a bad place for someone who's openly gay. It could also be traumatic at times.

Eventually, here comes season 2 of The Tester, and among the roster of gaming enthusiasts qualified for the show is someone with the monicker "Gaymer". At first I thought it was a typo but when he started talking about himself, my eyes were blurred with glitter. He really is gay! Openly gay and a good-looking one to boot. In one of the rarest circumstances a proud homosexual graced a show that's wrought with male supremacy. It's good that Sony's starting to recognize the pink flag in the market. Very good marketing strategy. It's kinda unthinkable that Sony would go to such lengths to make the show seem legit and all but man, this here is the real thing. He's got balls to say that he's gay. Now that's hardcore!

His real name is Matthew Michael Brown. Unbeknown to us, he had been crowned Mr. Gay San Diego 2010. The achievements don't end there yet. All throughout the tasks given he wasn't really an achiever and got almost wiped out of the show. What got him through was the the professional demeanor he established since the beginning. And he came out champion. Gay or not, you'd really root for this guy to win because he didn't play dirty, (spoiler) he remained impartial during the conflict (/spoiler), he was determined and most of all, he showed how much he wanted to have the job. He won in a way where even his opponents could really approve that he really deserved it. I would have wanted to have that monicker for myself but he has proven himself the icon of such term. Truly, the epitome of the word sportsmanship.

In his final words during his interview he said, "...Keep it up gay gamers, keep it strong, and make sure you're always out, loud, and proud. That's all I've got to say. Don't shy away from who you are and make sure everyone knows it, because one day we'll all just be accepted."

So, fellow gay~mers whether it be online or real life, put your GAYme face on!

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A Separate Piece: Chapter 3

Everything has changed. This irony of life struck me as soon as I met him, sadly, late in my realization. Life is constantly changing, and the manner of change it has manifested upon me has been dreadful. I should have known, have I not doubted the pessimist in me, that tolerating him would cause a setback in my daily life. It's a shame, persistence is an unknown plight to an anti-social such as me. Unfortunately, that ignorance has cost me the privilege of peace in solitude, which I enjoy and hope to prolong. Now that he assumes familiarity in my household, he could appear any time at my doorstep, needing to see me for reasons I do not care to know. The delight on my mother's face to see him come for the purpose of me could not paint itself on mine, as there had been no one else who comes for this purpose. Of all the people I've known, there hasn't been anyone who could amount to his meddling. Although it's amazing how he does it, at the same time, having mostly spoken about himself. There could be no more modesty than this, that even my mother had taken a liking to him. Invasion would be such a harsh word to characterize the schemes of a welcome predator. Him taking on the guise of a boy-next-door, who you could possibly dream to ever have, had me thinking otherwise. It's becoming a constant that I hope would change.

Even in dreams he has started to plague me. He is becoming an unnecessary preoccupation lately and I mean this in absolutely no good sense. He was trying to get involved in everything I'm inclined in. He is like this rock, thrown towards me, a still lake. He plunged into my being rippling anxiety, washing away the quiet life I have been used to. I hate how this has been happening, yet I feel so powerless to resist this altering current. It sucks me into this whirlpool of interruption, into the jaws of a lifelong turbulence that's rearing its ugly head with the likeness of his face. The fear in me roiling, unsettling the murky sediments of my uneasiness and unrest. Despite my calm surface, it gets to me like the panic of a shipwreck in shallow waters. Such thoughts stir in the depths of my mind, churning the inconceivable. Those of which that unknowingly seeped through the hole of my enfeebled tolerance, sinking my whole subconscious. My head is filled through the brim with the flow of those thoughts. Never did I imagine myself to be this much absorbed. This emotional outpouring is draining my sanity and he is responsible of manning the sluice. There is no denying, he is already starting to circulate in my veins, so much I am soaked in the metaphor of his presence. The last thing I'd be having from him is a wet dream.

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