Jackie Chan... ...Jackie Chan't.
Blast To The Past!
Remedial Scroogin’?
Merry Christmas, everyone. My runny nose is gone, thank God. Now I can think straight and remember what I was supposed to rant about for the past few days. Fortunately, I forgot most of them. This thought stood out though: Julia Fordham is white? Damn. All this time I thought that her songs more aired... Continue Reading →
Jibee and Ebert
Ian McKellen is cool. Yeah. I mean, he portrayed my personal favorite bad guy, Magneto, in such a cool way, in the XMen Movies. Then he grew his hair and put on a white robe and surprised me with his pole and sword orc-eviscerating technique in Return of the King. And he doesn't flaunt that... Continue Reading →
Typhoid Jibee(an unfinished blog)
What better way to celebrate 2 days before Christmas than by sitting at home on your bed, typing a blog on your stone age laptop, while listening to Weird Al Yancovic? Wow. In the words of the aptly named Token Black Guy in those multirace-tolerant-yet-still-predominantly-white movies (or Not Another Teen Movie, if you prefer), "That's... Continue Reading →
All I want for Christmas
- Shades like Ozzy Osbourne's. In Black or Brown.- Bonnets with contrasting but still visually appealing colors.- An operation for a normal chin.- My braces. Off.- Some decent PC speakers.- Any CD featuring Ben Sawton.- Loafers that are MY size.- A train ride from Baguio to Manila that would take a few minutes.- Other clothes... Continue Reading →
Blogomnibus
Last Christmas, GMA gave us a nice little movie as a Christmas Gift to the (sub) hoi-polloi - Plastikman. I just browsed through today's newspaper, and I saw an advertisement for a movie due to be out for this Christmas - Lastikman. Next Christmas, I predict that we will have another superhero to grace our... Continue Reading →
The Final Nail to the Coffin
(Or, The Soundtrack of the Moment) Okay. I have to say, I hate all these nights that have to go back to an source of happiness turned source of pain. So I have devised a plan that I can go with to collect all that anger and pain and suffering and contemplating on why a... Continue Reading →
Commercial
If I had my own Mecca, it would be Brent Baguio. Something to keep you on your toes. HarHar. 'You're under arrest for being a walking hardon!
Plain Old Pissed
Part II of the Stressed Out and Breathing Slow Series... I posted this in Friendster a few weeks back. It's Deja Vu, people... I feel the same thing again(from the same lady)... II: ANGER My eyes are blinking faster than normaland my heart is packing leadand from the looks of things i swearthere's steam rising... Continue Reading →
Iron Chef Philippines…
It takes an Iron Chef an hour to come up with an average of 3 themed dishes good for 4 people, certified to be delicious, or near perfect. It took a piddly kid, his mom, and his househelp near 5 hours to come up with 4 non-themed dishes good for 40 people, and just as... Continue Reading →
JB's Personal Brain Defragmenter 