Yeppers! Sorry for the late notice. Super late to be exact. If y’all still want shitty faggy thoughts from me. Go to www.kamlon.i.ph. Keep it gay!
Here's the part were yall give me the blank stare and a fat momma from your midst will shout from the back hollering: yous still tawkin bout zat?! Well yeah, most likely, its not just my blogging thats slow it also includes my life. Its moves like a conveyor belt in your old sushi bar. So scat! If you ask me, I was expecting her not even to know a single step at all. Yet, surprisingly there's the deranged pop tart knowing, almost, where to go. Yes she looked as if a meteorite is gonna hit her once she misses a beat but hey, I say you rewrite your books about EXPECTATIONS FROM A FUGLY DRUGGY. So Kudos to Britney, I never really saw it coming in a million years. You staged a comeback. Those people who are over scrutinizing you can just suck it. Here's Britney with her commendable effort to at least stand! Enjoy vultures!
I saw this bee-you-tee-ful cardigan at Bench Greenhills. I like the decent plunge and the way it makes my lanky shoulder look broad. I didnt buy it because I was afraid of the on-going card capture incidents rising from the BDO and Equitable PCI merger. So I headed to the office a bit early today to buy it. I went to Bench Fairmart, they don't have. Bench Gateway only has medium sized grey-greens and navy blues. The cutesy guy from there told me that they have another store at the ancient Ali Mall. Trivia, it was named after the Parkinson's stricken pugilist - Moham mad Ali. So there I asked this sharp looking guy which I thought was the store man. I asked him - Do you have that cardigan that comes in gree, blue and black? He asked back : Is that a garment? I believe that prior to my questions Ive explained to him how the CARDIGAN looks like. I used to be part of our school's theater group so I know I did a great job in "portraying" that "garment". Hes so stupid.
I stormed out and caught a glimpse of the staple food of Filipinos - Jolibee. I drowned my stress with their mocha jelly frosty. Delish! Ill go to Greenhills tomorrow and head straight to Ali Mall and tell that simpleton there - Heres how a cardigan look!
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This is a story of love. Fear may have clouded their lives yet the two women in this story reckoned that it was better to love in secrecy than to not have the greatest love in the world. Id rather not speak of more redundancies so as not to smear with my lowly thoughts this beautiful story that Id like you all to read.
I was born at a time when to have romantic feelings for another woman was known as "the love that dare not speak its name." I first read Radclyffe Hall's "The Well of Loneliness" around 1938, in my impressionable teens. The book was a heartfelt cry for understanding and acceptance of the "invert." Now we say "gay" and "lesbian," and nobody faints, although we still lack the same rights as other citizens. In how many ways have attitudes changed? And how have they not? When I went to college in the 1940s, the sex books were kept under lock and key in the UCLA library. I was too embarrassed to ask for permission to borrow those books.
Why am I now able to speak the unspoken? For heaven's sake, I'm 88 years old. No one can fire me.
Seeking enlightenment, I looked at young women walking around the campus engrossed in one another, and I thought, "Well, at least they have each other."
I did not realize that even I was judging them, while perhaps envying them. I was dating men regularly and enjoyed being thought popular. Nevertheless, when I came home after each date, said "Goodnight" and closed the door, I usually breathed a sigh of relief.
One eligible young man said, on leaving, "We'll get together soon." I said, "All right, but be sure to warn me."
"Warn you!" he exploded, slamming the door as he left.
And then I met a woman: a teacher on campus, who helped me see beauty in the whole world. At 28, for the first time, I was loved and knew love, for myself, for the person I really was.
But while glorying in my never-before-experienced happiness, I knew it had to be hidden. She was married. Often, the only way to see her was with her husband. I was also dating her brother, and we all would sometimes go dancing.
That relationship ended after a few years, when my loved one's husband intervened. I didn't see her until years later, when I stood in line at her book signing at USC. She was alone, cordial; she asked about my mother. But no, she couldn't join me for coffee afterward.
Now I write this after living for 44 years with the most loved and loving, giving, understanding and delightful partner imaginable. For all our time together, we were "in the closet."
For so long, if you were a known homosexual you could lose your job. We kept our relationship from our families—or at least we thought we did. After my partner died, her son told me that her family knew about us, but kept our secret because they believed our relationship was our own business.
But our silence for all those years was also partially a self-induced caution. Looking back, I think it's possible that as the world changed, we didn't change fast enough.
We knew a few other lesbian couples, and we were comfortable around them. But most of our friends were straight, so we had separate bedrooms to make it seem as though we were just roommates. On one occasion, when my partner and I were with cherished, straight friends, just the four of us after a satisfying dinner, sitting quietly in our living room, I thought how liberating it would be for us to tell our friends of our relationship. They must have seen it coming, for they quickly changed the subject. We four remained warmhearted friends, but we two never again tried to enlighten them or any others.
I never spoke about my sexual orientation with my mother, but she also must have known. When she died, the last thing she said to me was, "I never understood your way of life, but I do now." I didn't reply.
Finally, after almost nine years since my beloved partner's death, I am able to do what I could never have braved in earlier years: pre-sent myself herewith to the world as a lesbian, along with all the women who ask to be judged by the full facet of our characters.
Why am I now able to speak the unspoken? A friend at the retirement community where I live recently came out in the local and national newspapers. When I saw her do that, I thought, for heaven's sake, nobody can fire me, I'm 88 years old, my parents are gone.
Still, I was frightened. It took me several days to put this essay in the mailbox. I owe a lot of credit to people who are comfortable enough in their own skins to say, "This is who I am."
Shall I be haunted for trying to tell my story now, when many might still not wish to address it, or shall I, perhaps, be congratulated?
Source: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20427661/site/newsweek/page/0/
This post answers my long standing question: Can I wear marijuana? The name of the perfume line is Demeter. According to the people behind it its supposed to rekindle lost memories of random yet memorable moments and places in ones life. The line consists of sugary sweet scents like Bubblegum, Cotton Candy, Marshmallow, and Waffle Cone. It also includes ludicrously interesting scents like: Glue, Crayon, Play - Doh, and my soon to be official scent Cannabis Flower. One request to my loyal readers whose got spare US change send me one and Ill send you my cute cousin's voyeur jerk off pics. Haha serious!
My girlfriend Yvorry thought that this was just some kind of prank from a stupid blog site just after some lost hope of attention. I told her it sells for 18.99 dollars, and we went smoking!
While shes busy growing what she shaved some lurker from her inside peeps leaked this two cuts from her not yet released comeback album. Latest on Britnutz, her former manager got served and asked to testify in the child custody hearing between her and KFed. Chris Angel will bring some magic to Britney's much awaited comeback performance at the MTV Video Music Awards. Listen to her two splurged tracks here.
Britney Spears — Cold As Fire
Britney Spears — Gimme More
Before you enjoy the music take time to see the fat shedding Amy Winehouse underwent. I play this song before I look at my body in the mirror. NO NO NO!
Amy Winehouse — Rehab
Lets say randomly some sharp looking lady goes up to you on your way to the office and asks you this
Question: Recent polls have shown a fifth of Americans can't locate the United States on a world map. Why do you think this is?
How would you answer that? Lets just say that some teenage miss pageantry from South Carolina took the high road for us to save us from humiliation. This is so unbelievable I think Id rather accept unicorn's existence than believe this. Click the photo to launch the video.
Better seen that asked to answer something about maps.
Just a brief backgrounder for my readers abroad. These two men host rivaling noon-time shows in the Philippines. Joey co-hosts EAT BULAGA for like a lifetime now. Willie on the other hand has hosted the show for a little over 2 years (?) So the story goes that Joey made a derogatory statement that Willie alongside the bigwigs of his home network are cheating their contestants in the show. Describing the contests and format of the two shows requires a whole different post. Well, the allegations stemmed from the second day of a new game segment in Willie's show WOWOWEE, called Willyonaryo. Videos of the instance of "cheating" were uploaded in Youtube. It shows Willie apparently showing to the audience the "wheel" that contains the number "2" representing the jackpot of two million, studio audiences, however saw zero "0" instead.
Willie expressed his dismay in the manner in which Joey is maligning his otherwise philanthropic efforts in the show, either on or off cam. Willie's show's edge is the cash that they easily give to contestants, contestants coming mostly from indigent homes. This greatly contributed to the shows rise in popularity and in program ratings. A thing that for years Eat Bulaga, Joey's show, enjoyed. Willie in between sobs strongly denied any deliberate efforts from the shows management and from his part to cheat the outcomes of the stakes. He also made side notes of his respect to Joey, being an icon in local TV. He thought that Joey could've handled the situation professionally or just did not comment altogether for the sake of the Filipinos they help financially through their show daily. Studio audiences were left teary eyed and agreed in unison for Willie.
Though no one is asking, Id like to say my two cents worth. For whatever its worth. Ive watched noontime shows as early my eyes developed its ultimate visual functions. I grew up knowing Joey De Leon. I loved their show not until recently that Wowowee came into the noontime showscape. I personally saw how they channel the donations of Filipino immigrants who come to Manila for vacation to their contests. Prizes set aside I think that what brought the crowd to Wowowee's side is their treatment to the contestants and the audience. Willie single handedly stressed the fact that the show is the common Filipinos show. That the show is the gathering of families and in effect all those who watch the show is a family. The masses didnt took long in noticing the comical yet family-like approach of the show.
The height of the show's popularity saw the revamp of hosts and MAJOR reformat of Eat Bulaga. All that Wowowee did they copied. Willie came up with a jingle called BOOM TARAT, Joey came up with ITAKTAK MO. Willie asked for DOLLAR donation from Filipino Immigrants in the audience in exchange for their on-TV greetings to their folks in the US, Joey's pack tried but failed miserably and were left with Ringgits, Ruppees and Bhats. Willie injects comedy in his short chat with contestants and asks them to show a bit of talent on TV, Eat Bulaga did it too yet it became as clear as day to many that their parroting WOWOWEE's old tricks. Joey and his gang have lost the battle and Joey's stopping at nothing to direct attention back to their show at any rate and at anybody elses expense - this latest act from him is so not an exemption.
To Willie, I cried when you came out on TV with your rebuttal to Joey's allegations not because you cried and it was human to be teary eyed at the sight of sorrow, but because I know of Joey's motives and I feel for your frustration. Willie solely leads the show as opposed to Joey being just one in a dozen of lame hosts in Eat Bulaga. Willie day in and out comes out with off the hook comic relief inspite of clear stress from trying to make the show lively. I cried Willie when you said that: Ikaw na ang mag host ng mag-isa at tumulong on and off cam. Translation: You cant do what I do daily (voicing to Joey). I host the show and help people daily on and off cam. Willie accepts his mistakes yet doesn't give in to bitter bickering to other people that outshines him. He admits to failed marriages yet champions the family - the indigent Filipino families in his show.
As for Joey De Leon, I wish you continued success in all of your endeavors. However, with all the things that you do peace and joy may have a hard time finding your doorstep. I just hope that your motive in coming out against WOWOWEE's anomalies is your concern for fairness and equal treatment of the poor people who depend their future in the show. Unfortunately, many people know better. Willie may have failed at times but you cannot put him down easily. He worked hard to gain the trust and following of millions. Negative lashings from a man like you wont do the trick. Eat Bulaga sucks WOWOWEE rules!
George Francis Hotz will go down history for by passing a palnned short changing by AT&T and APPLE Computers by creating the unlocking procedures of IPHONE to work with other wireless carriers. This will allow consumers to use a phone provider of their choice. He along 4 other cyber buddies of his tinkered on the svelte piece of apple shit for 500 ++ hours. He traded the hacked IPHONE for a Nissan 350z and 3 8G IPhone, which he will give to the 3 other developers of the unlock code.
In his first post in his blog he wrote:
iPhone in hand, ready to begin…
Thanks to jpetrie, who donated an iPhone to the cause, I have an iPhone to take apart. I will be posting to this blog as I take it apart and discover things.
Posted by George Hotz at 11:34 PM 4 comments 
G0ogle syndication did it again. Just when you thought they made enough money to last them till they go to hell or heaven, the people from Google made another household item — Google Maps . Its quite hefty to load into your PC but once you try zooming in and out of your street to track your house, you'll get hooked so much and find yourself looking for the Palm Islands of Dubai, the Pentagon, Great Wall of China, or Wisteria Lane. Its really fun. It gives you for a second how good looks at us from a distance. Bette Midler suddenly sings from the background. So what will I look for next ? Mount Everest!
Somebody help these guys get a new url. Well for starters you ask a ten year old kid what OMFG means youd either get a cold stare or a dime and aloud GO FUCK YOURSELF INSTEAD.
I know I failed to blog for a century and Im guilty as charged.Yet as hard as it maybe to believe I have reasons why I failed to blog. Well I wont enumerate it, yes theres a long list, because it wont cure AIDS, wont stop the wars in I-Raq, wont stop global warming and wont encourage Zac Efron to come out. So accept my apologies bitches and enjoy the rest of the ride.
Off the bat, the hosts suck. They relied heavily on the idiot boards. There were times that the show turns to a crucial part and yet they're reactions and body language weren't in insynch. Piolo can get rid of his braids.
The screening of the final 12 was good. Diva attitude among the female finalists is pretty much expected. Most of them are photographic models. I wish that Bench included runway peeps in the batch. The runway models had they included some, could help they're brand have a couture mark. The makeovers of the contestants were limited to point cutting for men and giving the chicks bangs. Bang bangs bangs. EWW. Hideous!
The style council is the saving grace of the show. They're dead pan in-your-face critique were objective and beneficial if taken positively by the contestants. I have never seen such an established ensemble of judges.
Joey, the chicharon guy and Regine were eliminated in the 2 episode. Im looking forward for the next shoot. I hope they come up with a fashion forward theme. Something that can stretch and expose the potentials of the worthy and probably weed out the weaklings. Here are my winners.Ciao!
3 Names You Go By
kamlon
kuya
ate
3 Screen Names You Have Had
Hon
Madame Butterfly
Lulu
3 Physical Things You Like About Yourself
my color
my arms
my brain
3 Parts of Your Heritage
1/4 Japanese
2/4 Filipino
1/4 Ilocano
3 Things That Scare You
joanne rivers
my face when I only slept for 2 hours
my credit card bill
3 of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Aritsts
New Radicals
John Mayer
Kaskade
2 Truths and a Lie (in no particular order)
Im gay
I like women
I watch M2M porn
3 Things You Really Want to Do Badly Right Now
Buy a SONY ERRICSON phone
Buy a house in Batanes
Have a lifetime free shopping at SM Hypermarket (if theres such a thing)
3 Places You Want To Go on Vacation
Batanes
Siargao
Amsterdam
3 Ways That You are Stereotypically a Guy
I love drinking beer
I love boxing
I love myself
3 Celebrity crushes
Luke Jickain
Zack Efron
that guy from y Tu Mama Tambien
3 People That You're Tagging
No one.
Lets put an end to this tagging.
Its getting old admit it guys.
Spare this kind of shit for myspace or friendster.
I watched a National Geographic special about the long ensuing issue called North Korea. I dont give a damn about they're pseudo-nuclear armaments. What I give shit about is the plight of their people. Forced by fear, fear of concentration camps and the inevitability of death, they blindly praise with tears their dick head of a president Kim Jong Il in spite of famines, poor public services, low job opportunities. North Korea also has its version of Tex-Mex border crossers. Daily N Koreans brave barrage of bullets from Kimchi gooks and electrocution from border wires. Yes, they're caged from the free world. If Ill be given a chance to shoot a bullet down someones spine, Ill give that honor to Kim Jong Il.
I just woke up from a three hour lunch, cool eh? NOT! And yes I do sleep my lunch sometimes, specially when i spent the night before with my friends from Epixtar at Eastwood. The original plan , that I came up, was to go to Enchanted Kingdom. We underestimated the whiles of Isagani Fabito. He said that its too far. So we gave in, we decided to just have lunch and then have our usual videoke session at powerstation. So Marra was there ten am, I came around 12 noon, and Rach at 2pm. Two hour intervals, very gedd! Cha was also there with her girlfriend, Camile, yet had to leave since the latter, their both girls btw, needs to answer some call from nature. Marra told us that Isagani will be arriving at 4:30. Whatever happened to our lunch date. So after gulping a mocha frap grande at sbux we delved into some serious rice carnage at Tokyo Tokyo. Tick tock tick tock, 4:30 wheres Is. He said that he'll get there 8:30. Wow! "Mahihiya ang artista". Celebrities will be ashamed at his undeniable folly with call times. My fuse was burned, and it came to a point that we got tired of griping and calling down evil on the primadona and decided to just enjoy the reunion by belting, i mean yelping some Mariah and Alicia Keys in the videoke. We had a blast. Then came time for us to munch one more time. Singing can make you hungry in case your wondering. Mc Donalds came in useful.
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Mareng Emcee asked me to enumerate 15 queer things about me.
1. I love raisins.
2. Coffee makes me sleepy.
3. I cry on every Maalaala Mo Kaya Episode I watch.
4. Im good at shoplifting. Last piece I got from was from SM North.
5. I can hit the note B5.
7. I sleep with my mouth open. You never know when a Bird would like to take rest in my toothy crevice.
8. I was once the Associate Editor of our school paper aptly called Flint (in Filipino, "Tilamsik").
9. Ive never gone inside a church.
1o. I love watching Ambush Makeover.
11. I own a Forrest Gump paperback. Is it rare?. OMG its in Dallas. Toney bring it back home!
12. Im afraid of any body of water thats more than 6 feet.
13. I make good Salsa.
14. I can dance for hours (10PM-3AM) without skipping a beat. Shucks! My video! Ill try uploading it tomorrow.
15. I know how to recite the official Thai name of "Bangkok".
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Age: 23
Location: Quezon City, PHILIPPINES
Height: 5"6
Favorite color: earth colors, kulay tae
Motto: Kick, dont lick!
