Kayod Jason Kayod Movement

Last April 1, April Fool's Day, The MRT Blue Line began segregating passengers designating the first 3 couaches for women, the elderly, chldren, and the disabled. The MRT management began this sexist scheme after observing the difficulties and discomfort of women, elderly and the handicapped especially during peak hours. I should know, I used to elbow the sides and step on the feet of any of those who would bar my way into or out of the cars. Doesn't matter if they're older than my mom or younger than my mental capacity. Their ignorance to not fall in line and make way for those alighting the cars deserve to be poked in the eye or kicked in the shins.

First things first. How dare the MRT management begin this scheme on one of the holiest of days in the world. April Fools Day. Everyone couldv'e just laughed it off at the end of the day. But surprise, suprise. The Blue Line still had the same scheme the next day. On April Fools Day whatever anyone did is a prank or a joke. For not following this the MRT Management should be labeled as blasphemers, as heretics, as paraiahs, as heathens, as devil worshippers. No amount of Hail Marys and Our Fathers is gonna help them keep their souls out of the bad place.

Sticking to the subject now. I have ridden on this newly segregated piece of public transportation. I can very well say I hate it. I hate it with every fiber of my being. It's not like I hate it like PNF does (you're gonna have to scroll down somewhere in the middle) who wrote:

"hahaha, i wrote sumthing about the gender segregation thing in my blog. as a guy, i don't like it. imagine being cramped up with 50 or so smelly guys. hahaha, i'm not smelly! there should be a separate cart for smelly guys!!!"

I don't know if he's a pussy or araid of a little man juice smell. PNF probably doesn't sweat, he glows. I hate the segregation because the word 'segregation' is evil. It's unFilipino. It's up there with 'hitler', '666', 'beast', 'mike arroyo', 'kris aquino', and 'konyo'. I hate the word cause it limits my options. I would like to have the option to choose which car on the Blue Line I want to ride on. What is a man without his options. Better yet, what is a Filipino without his options. For the kids reading this, replace 'option' with 'freedom'. Now it says (everyone say it out loud)

"I hate the word cause it limits my freedoms. I would like to have the freedom to choose which car on the Blue Line I want to ride on. What is a man without his freedoms. Better yet, what is a Filipino without his freedoms."

I couldn't have said it any better myself.

Another reason why I don't like it is because it limits my chances of getting closer, let alone realizing, one of my dreams. Being the only man in the first 3 cars brings me closer to the dream: A harem. Why do these elderly men, disabled men and little boys deserve to be closer to my dream than I do. It's my dream. Sure they may have already dreamed about a harem when they were a few weeks old. I can already hear the little baby boys cradled in their mothers arms or sitting on their mohers laps inside the first three cars: "I wonder what the tities of this woman next to my mom taste like?" But it's my turn. When I'm older, then the little boys can have their turn at the dream. Also, I don't consider it a rule so I call it a scheme. A scheme is something a moustacheod, pockmarked-face man wearing blue jeans, boots, and a black leather jacket do to commit crimes. Thats what the MRT Management are: moustacheod, pockmarked-face, blue jeans-wearing, boot-wearing and black leather jacket-wearing bunch of criminals. Not like Paquito Diaz though, he's cool.

If you don't wanna see it in Filipino and un-Filipino terms, fine. Look at it as toilets. One for women and one for men but the women have the option to use the men's toilet, the symbol foreign music artists percieve of the country seeing as they leave the country the same day they arrive. Do the women realize what the MRT Management have done? They have realized one of the dreams of porn addicts let alone sexual predators: Women in the mens toilet. Consider this: Lots of guys in mens toilet. For the sake of argument, a young, beautiful and sexy woman enters the mens toilet through sliding doors. Woman is mooshed inside a crowded toilet. A random voice may ask aloud 'Who brought a woman in here?" Man with iPod removes earphones and attaches small speakers to iPod and blasts the music to maximum. What do you know? Man happens to be listening to porn music. Men whip out their celphones with video features. There you have it, the makings of your very own amateur public porn film. Defiled on the tiles no less. That's not my dream. My dream is different.

Every dark area has a pair of glowing red eyes much like the silver lining in a storm. This segragation believe it or not promotes gayhood on some unconscious level. Lesbian gays to be exact. Everyone knows women are the most mysterious creatures on the face of the earth. Aliens abduct women more than men by 10-1 and giant monkeys climb buildings for them. We Filipino men cannot fathom them. We never know what their thinking and we never know what they're talking about. For all the women know, they may be rediscovering themselves. For all they know they may actually be attracted to the woman sitting in front of them or to the lady standing in front of them with the lady's crotch area staring them in the face. And for us men, well, we know. We already think about whats gonna happen next, at least in our fantasies (cue lesbian porn music).

Moving on. Do these women like the scheme? Maybe. Maybe not. I like to think that they have the same view as I do. Their foremothers have worked hard for equality between the sexes, and I guarantee these foremothers will weep when they see their descendants squander their hard won battle and are behaving like the forefathers used to: exempt a sex making them second class citizens. Do women really wanna be seen in the history books as the ones who repeat past and terrible mistakes by the other sex?

Sexual segregation on the MRT is for all intents and purposes as pointless as celebrating our national heroes' deathdates instead of their birthdates. Its also a hindrance to ourselves. Not just the option to choose which train car to ride on. It's also a hindrance to ourselves. Face it, as Filipinos we are taught to be docile and not to backsass. Fuck it! Someone gropes you or takes a upskirt photo of you, scream as loud as you want but don't forget to point at who did it. You paid big money to lose weight and and learn martial arts, use them. Kick 'em in the balls. If they got a jockstrap on, kick harder. If you're not into that sort of thing there are REAL MEN much like myself that are there to kick the asses of these sneaky perverts. Why? Becuase we want to and our mothers raised us right! This selfless defense is going to be the coolest and one of the best ideas you'll ever hear of. Defending your fellow Filipino against the country's own deviants is going to be new and refreshing as it once was over a century ago.

So there I was in line with the my sisters to pose for a a picture or two with Mickey and Minnie Mouse. Light rain is falling but despite that everyone's happy. The strangers in front and behind us in line are happy. We see Goofy, Donald, Daisy and Tigger posing in other parts of Main Street posing with the poeple in line to see them. Real nice to be able to see that again.

Mickey and Minnie were at the pagoda in the middle of the roundabout. It was my turn. So I went between Mickey and Minnie and Minnie reaches out to me and rubs my tummy like I'm Buddha. Everyone saw this; my sisters the park attendants, the people in line, everyone. I'm like 'Sonova... ' Instead of slapping the back of her head I reach out to her and rube HER tummy. Everyone starts laughing, the crying kids join in. We spend a good several seconds lauging it off. The attendant readies himself and looks at the digital cameras screen. I pose again for the camera and then I felt a hand lightly slap me in the face and pushed my face away.

It was Minnie. Minnie slapped me. Minnie Mouse slapped me. But she did it playfully and stayed in character (The little flirt). I look at her with a funny look in my eye and say under my breath "The fuck?!" The attendant counted to three, the three of us smiled and the photo was taken.

All in all that was the kind of fun I was looking forward to. The kind where interacting with the mascots is not limited to posing and smiling.

Labels: Hong Kong

Saw Ultraviolet a few days before Holy Week. I paid to watch it cause MillaJovovich is in action playing the title character, Violet. But after watching the movie, I love it more for the action. This movie has the most intense, jaw-dropping, bizaare yet cool, and must-be-seen-to-be-believed action sequences you're gonna see in a very very long while. The movie is set in the future, right? So theres weird but cool technology on hand. Like 'levellers' that manipulate the pull of gravity allowing the user and vehicles to stick or climb up any vertical surface so they can have fights on ceilings and allow the person or vehicle to go up and around the side of a building. The movie is visually off-beat and colorful. Think of it as a more colorful Matrix.

As for the rest of the movie: the dialogue could be better, story is silly, there are vampire fangs that aren't used at all, and hammy acting (not Milla she's cool). All in all, the action, and Milla, should be in a better movie.

I almost forgot, Besides Jennifer Garner, Milla Jovovich is the only actress I know that is all at once athletic, sexy, and doesn't look awkward when doing stunts(I like to think they both do their own stunts) in action scenes.

Labels: Movies

Here's me, Marty, Ate Rachel and Juliet in the same shot. I took these pictures to demonstrate my awesome picture taking abilities that has all of us inside the shot. These are taken inside Hong Kong International Airport while we were waiting for the shuttle to take us to our hotel.

If you notice I'm the only one the camera adds a hundred pounds to. I actually weigh a lot less in real life. Wink, wink!

Labels: Hong Kong

Last month, I think, there was a near-coup in the country, or was that back in February. I forget. Anyway, We nearly had a coup. A week or so later I had an idea that maybe Gloria Macapagal Arroyo's mole is alive, is whispering instructions to her and is taking steps for world domination and this stamping down on possible coup plotters and putting a gag on the press is part of its plan. After talking to my friends about this and getting some funny-ass jokes out of it, we really feel that there should be a comic strip or a short flash movie about this remarkable piece of gold.

So I invite anyone who can draw or animate in flash to get in contact with me to mine this possibly humoungous piece of gold. Unfortunately though I am broke and unemployed so I can't pay you. But don't let that stop you. Act now!

This is the Hong Kong that greeted us when we arrvied there for our four-day trip. Bleak ain't it? The weather pretty much dictated what our trip was gonna be like.

Labels: Hong Kong

Found this on the net a few weeks ago. I'd comment about this in this posts' comment section but I'd look like 'pity comments'

Comment one:

Theres a reason why people do it in the showers or bathrooms: people knock first before entering.

Comment two:

You don't need no CSI for DNA tests. You can already tell its the nerds that did it. For one thing they don't got girlfriends, and second they're to cheap to buy the Philippines First Gentleman Mike Arroyo's hand. It's only ten Philippine Pesos. That's like 11 pence.

So I went to Hong Kong last month with my two sisters and our grandma's maid, Juliet. Least we could do to thank her for spending her entire life caring for our granny.

We did eveything except for Ocean Park. We went to Hong Kong Disneyland instead since its new and I've never been to any Disneyland. Gave me a chance to say "I'm going to Disneyland" without lying about it. Besides Disneyland, we also went to the night market, rode the subway, took an hour-long ferry ride, ate authentic Chinese dimsum (i say authentic cause a full-blooded Chinese person cooked it), walked a ways along nathan road and side streets, went up to Victoria Peak, walked the length of Avenue of the Stars, and some other stuff I'll write about in a more detailed post about the trip.

I chose the picture above cause It's one of the few pictures that has all four of us in it. Theres a funny story before the photo got taken. Tell you about it sometime.

Labels: Hong Kong

i think it was a comet or asteroid instead of the sun that hit Earth near
my home. Kinda like in Deep Impact. Well that sucked. I dreamt I was
dreaming about me being one of the casualties in Deep Impact.