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A few months ago, I talked at length on the pitfalls of being the Gay Best Friend Only Straight. And if you don’t remember (or too lazy to click that link), I concluded that girls treat me as such because I’m too nice. I mean, not nice enough to trust me with your sister, but still nice nonetheless. Well, months have passed since I made that conclusion, and here’s a progress report:

Yeah, girls still treat me as a GBFOS. Other guys envy me because I can seem to get into the girls’ trust zone immediately and not set off any “rapist alerts”. But I tell you, it’s not actually pretty in there. Mainly because women treat me like a eunuch and you tend to learn things that you can be happier off not hearing. Like that time this one girl was having her period and she actually pulled a blood clot the size and shape of a squid out of her privates. Cringing now? Now you know how I feel. Read more

This just broke my heart. Carlo Cruz lost his wife in the Glorietta tragedy. Thanks to Pau for posting this in the TMB Forums.

Good day everyone,

I wish I were writing under different circumstances.

I would like to inform you that my wife Leslie Cruz
was part of the casualties in the Glorietta 2 Mall
bombing in Makati City, Philippines. She was supposed
to have a minor out patient surgery at Makati Medical
Center at 230pm.

I had taken a leave from work to accompany her there.
We dropped off our daughter, Amber, at my parents
place in QC to babysit at around 10am. We then
proceeded to Makati and was there at 1230pm. Since she
had been fasting in preparation for her procedure, she
wanted to move ar ound and listen to some music while I
grabbed a bite to eat. We parked at the basement of
Park Square 2, and headed for the Glorietta 2
entrance. We parted at the top of the escalator, she
turned right towards Filbar's while I went left
towards the restaurants. That was the last time I
would see her.

Around 120pm, she had called me so that we can meet at
the Glorietta 2 exit just in time to make her
appointment. As I made my way there from Glorietta 1
through the connecting hallways, and was about to turn
the corner, I heard 2 deep thumps and the shock-wave
from the blast hit me. At that moment my heart dropped
as I knew that the origin of the blast came from the
same place where we were supposed to meet. I tried
getting to where my wife was, but the dust was too
much and it was as if I was staring at a white wall.

I still tried to convince myself that she was able to
make it out, and that after ringing her mobile without
a response only meant that she dropped it in the
confusion. After 6 hours of searching from Makati Med.
to Ospital ng Makati, the blast site, and back again
to MMC - with the help of all the people I could get
hold of, that I was able to get confirmation in what
the state of my wife was.

My Dad and Uncle signaled me in from the ER of MMC. My
Uncle (who's a doctor) asked me to describe Leslie's
appearance to another group of doctors. I saw in the
eyes of one that the description made sense. Instead
of confirming it to me, they huddled together, then
brought me to a small examination room. It was only
through a digital camera that I was able to confirm
(and deny) that she was indeed gone.

I have so many regrets. I should have met her sooner.
I should have ran instead of a brisk walk. I should
have not chose to park where I did. I should have
braved the dust and went in the blast site. I should
have ...

Today's the 4th day. It is still terribly difficult to
breathe, let alone wake up realizing that your source
of strength, your best friend doesn't lie beside you
on your bed. That my deepest worry is when Amber
starts asking for her Mama.

I am glad that Amber's too young to understand the
loss and pain. In time I would like to tell her the
details of how her mother died, but more importantly I
would like to raise her as how her mother lived - a
loving person, strong willed, decisive, caring, and
nurturing. She has always cared for her family and
friends, and sacrfied her career for being a full time
mom and home maker.

As with all couples we had our ups and downs - none of
which I regret not going through. The sweet is never
as sweet without the sour. For almost 4 years of
marriage, we've finally hit our balance in life only
to be taken away in an instant. I have no regrets
about our marriage. She has loved me and Amber beyond
her capacity. I will always love her.

It is my first time to write to egroup as I've lurked
and watched emails being sent to and fro. All I want
now is that for each of the couples here is to cherish
each moment that we spend with our loved ones. Pretty
simple to say, very easy to take for granted.

Thank you all for the prayers. I would still like to
ask you to please include Leslie in them until her
40th day so that the path to God's kingdom is well lit
and she is no longer in the dark.

Sincerely,

Carlo Cruz

Okay, I know they suck and all, but I’ve been too cheap and lazy to buy a new pair of iPod earphones ever since my Sony in-ear buds broke early this year. So I’ve been spending months using the stock ‘buds that came with my 2nd gen nano. They actually sound better than the (broken) ones that came with my old (also broken) shuffle, but still sucky nonetheless.

But as of yesterday, my earphones finally gave up the ghost.

So yeah, I have a two pairs of broken iPod ‘buds and I’m currently using the stock earbuds that came with my dad’s Sony mp3 player (yes he has one. My dad is cooler than your dad). And I seem to have a bad track record with my rather expensive consumer electronics. I suck like that. Read the rest of this entry »

Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far, away, a young princess named Rapunzel was trapped in a high tower. Her hair was radiant, like sunshine in a darkened room. Her skin was as white as can be, and she was absolutely beautiful. She was trapped in this tower for five years, and she was as bored out of her wits. She ran out of Maria Ozawa videos to watch already, and besides, she hasn’t seen a single soul since she was trapped in this prison. The Dark Lord Voldemort had trapped her in the tower five years ago when she refused to play with his “magic wand”.

The tower was surrounded by every single thing that can pretty much protect it from rescuers, intruders, and looting blacks: moats, alligators, a tropical jungle, gigantic flash-eating sentient thorny plants, well-endowed superhuman rapist Koreans, and Teri Hatcher (who apparently hates the Philippines).

Once every two weeks or so, somebody would usually try to rescue Rapunzel, but to no avail. They all seem to get lost within the jungle and are eaten by the gigantic flash-eating sentient thorny plants. Every now and then though somebody gets past the security measues. Yes, they can get past the Koreans even. But nobody can’t seem to get past Teri Hatcher, who screams “Look! A diploma-holder from some medical school from the Philippines!” before she murders the poor sap.

But it is all about to change. A young prince from the enchanted kingdom of The Enchanted Kingdom named Andrew had heard of the story of Rapunzel. In fact, he was able to view Rapunzel via webcam the week before and he had fallen madly in love with her. His Livejournal had been filled with love soliloquies for the princess ever since. Read the rest of this entry »

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the new Captain America, to take up the flag and the shield after Steve Roger's death:
I know. What a crappy costume. The mere fact Alex Ross, who is one of my favorites, designed this piece of junk, saddens me. I actually wouldn't mind the gun, but the costume's too fricking shiny. And if they're gonna use black pants, they could've used a much darker shade of blue. What the hell?

Also, in my book only Bucky Barnes can live up to being the new Cap. Of if it's not Bucky, then it has to be somebody just as awesome as Bucky.

I actually don't mind how the storyline will do, because Ed Brubaker's done a neat job writing Captain America and he's managed to make the book awesome even if the main character is dead.

I’ve noticed that some of my friends have taken a keen interest in this Facebook app called Warbook.

It’s this game where you build yourself a kingdom, hoard gold and land, build an army, and when your army becomes strong enough, you attack other kingdoms and pillage their land and rape their women. But of course, you have to protect your land and defend your women from retaliatory rape.

Of course I find this talk of war and murder and pillaging and rape boring. Okay, not the rape part but let’s not go there. You see, I am a cultured man and I take no interest in destroying the lives of millions of (virtual) subjects for the sake of war glory. What a barbaric. So I refused to partake in this “Warbook” thingamajig, thinking that I’m better off Superpoking all my female friends on Facebook (again, let’s not think dirty, people. Please). Read the rest of this entry »

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen of the Philippine Blogosphere,

I do understand the need to rant. I also perfectly understand why you all were offended. Hell, if I were in your shoes, I would probably get offended too. No problem. We all have opinions. We all have the right to express them, and I never questioned that. But there is a thin line between voicing offense and overreacting. And you people of the blogosphere have just crossed it. Stop whining like a baby already. You got your frigging apology already. What else do you fucking want? Who else do you want to crucify? You people are a frigging mob.

And seriously, can't you take dissenting opinion? I've never seen you people do anything but ad hominem attacks. And then you go back to your blogs crying that people are making fun of you. And you deny that you people are whiners and crybabies. Sheesh.

Get back to your lives. There are more important things to worry about than a lame-ass TV show. You people are a national embarrassment.

Hence, I give you all the most coveted "Retard of The Year Award".


Lighten the fuck up, Philippines. Get over it. We have lives, you know. There are more satisfying things in life than wanking off over a stupid TV show.

But since I believe in making the first move, I'll be the one to make the first step to reconciliation. In fact, I'll start by giving you people a gift. I'll give you: