Mom dies while being ticketed.

An article posted on digg.com reported an 83 year old woman that died at the back of the car while her son was being ticketed by the police. This happened somewhere in Memphis.

Online News clip

Apparently, the guy was pulled over because his 'tags' were expired. I'm guessing tags are sort of like those renewal stickers we have issued by the LTO. According to the news clip online, Wayne Abel, the son, even asked that the officer simply follow him to the hospital and write him the ticket there, but the officer refused.

Seriously, in times like these, kotong doesn't sound too bad at all. But seriously, if you do wrong thing and zoom past the cops, you go to jail. On the other hand, if you do the right thing and pull over, your mom dies. Either way, we're screwed.

PORN BANNED??? OMG!

Japan Pledges To Halt Production Of Weirdo Porn That Makes People Puke

I never imagined that porn could actually be banned or even recalled from the market but there it is! Okay, so Japan has... tendencies. I mean, quoting from the article: "Minister Kazuhiro Nakai, expressing regret for the thousands of hours of bondage porn, rape porn, utensil-rape porn, food-rape porn, frozen-food-rape porn, vomit-enema porn, elder-care-coma-patient-rape porn, and the kind of a porn in which a nubile youth is kidnapped, stripped, tied down in a wading pool and raped."

Wow... but wait! Of course there's more!

"I've seen about a million of these films, and each one is worse than the next," Portugal's José Randulfo told reporters after receiving treatment for dehydration, caustic chemical burns, and fractured ribs—the result of a 45-minute vomiting spell he suffered after renting Naughty Ginza Maids Drink Cocktail Of Refuse And Bile. "The doctors say it may take months before I remember what normal genitals look like, and even longer before I remember how they are intended to function."

Uhh... all I can say is, if he watched a million of those films, I bet he liked watching it more than he's willing to admit.

Still! I didn't think that they would really screen material from the world wide web with all the talking and boasting about freedom of speech and all. Which really makes you curious about just what the hell Japan's porn industry is doing.

Wow.

Missing Grandfather! -repost-

Someone's Grandpa just went missing, the details can be found in the following link. Let's help out by keeping our eyes open for the missing person.

Link

Serious Question: How much would you pay for me?

P2000 pesos, one perverted old man around fifty to sixty years old wearing jeans and a light colored shirt apparently decided.

Earlier today, around four o’clock or so, I was at the cinema of one particular mall in Cubao (I’ve been harassed, I don’t want to get sued for public humiliation or slander too, so I’m not going into specifics) checking out the movies showing this week, waiting for the presents I bought to be wrapped. Suddenly, I hear someone whisper beside me saying, “I’ll give you two thousand.” I turn my head and see a decent looking person with the above description peering over to my side. At this point I already knew what he meant but I was still in denial. I figured what I thought he was saying only happened in TV or the big screen. But, noticing the absence of a reply, he once again tried to… ehem… purchase me.

I played dumb. I said, “Wha?”

Then he said, “Kasi…” *giggle* *giggle* “I like you eh…”

Shet. Someone says I like you and it just had to be a perverted old man around fifty to sixty years old wearing jeans and a light colored shirt and not a gorgeous teen idol around sixteen to nineteen wearing a short skirt, knee high socks, and sexy top.

Shet.

My immediate response AND reflex was, “This is the part where I run away.”

I knew pick-ups happened anywhere and everywhere but I never thought that it would happen to me. I’m fine though, in case anyone’s wondering. I’m really not scared for life or anything dramatic as that. I’m not even angry at the guy even, being a weird guy as I am. I mean, he was just trying to get lucky. Maybe he would bump into someone high or maybe blind.

But, I feel insulted…

Appalled…

Disgusted…

Revolted to the fact that the guy tried to pick me up for two effing thousand pesos.
I mean, I’m young, strong, fair complexion, and good-looking as far as I know. (LOL! XDXD)

Come on, how much would you buy me?
---my parents said they wouldn’t even bother! The nerve! xD

BIG things for BIG boys

Burger Avenue

A. Venue Mall

A. Venue Mall, Ground Level, Makati Ave. cor. Ge. Luna St.

Telephone: (63 2) 729-9108

I found this image of this pretty huge burger, as you can see, in the blog of an Atenean no less while looking for information on Pizza Niro, the home of the 30" pizza. But before I get to that, this burger hailing from the alley ways of Makati Avenue is somewhat special aside from its apparent bigness.

Now according to the blog site where I found this mouthwatering piece of meat, the restaurant is giving out this burger for FREE, yes, F-R-E-E. But there's a catch. This mountain of a burger has to be sucked into the black hole we call the digestive system in five mins or else, you pay the original price of about P200. I'm not entirely sure if the bet is still on but the blog post was uploaded online on November 18, 2008 so I'm pretty sure it's still legit. I'll find out for sure when I get the chance to visit the place armed with someone who can gobble this down under five minutes.

Pizza Niro

Ermita, Malate: 521-1910
BF Homes Parañaque: 825-5555
Ayala Dela Rosa 1 Carpark: 387-7395

Anyways, this is what I was really after. I am proud to present the result of humanity's insatiable gluttony--Pizza Nero's 30" pizza. Costing around a thousand pesos, i think it a reasonable deal. All of the available flavors of Pizza Niro's menu can be transmuted into this monster of a dish.

I will definitely try this thing out. Believe me, for all I'm worth, this is something I will not miss. I wonder if they deliver though.

So, who's craving for some pizza? There's enough to share :-P

Booboo

Yes, in case you haven't catched on yet, this is my pointing finger. Actually, it isn't as painful as it looks... after the first couple of hours. Oh by the way, this was about... three days, I think, after the incident? For my entertainment and the disgust of my readers, I shall narrate the story of how my wee little fingy was victimized by fate.Just before sunset on the fateful day of October 29th of the Year of the Brown Earth Rat ( thanks to Chinese Astrology Online), I was diligently and expertly carving boards of illustration in the confides of my humble home with a brand new blade. I was quite in a hurry for later that night, we were due at the Funeraria Paz to attend the wake of my late grandfather, Robert Tan. Boasting or spouting air is not my intention when I declare that my blade skills have become very efficient ever since I, together with my companions, took on the challenge of assisting in making props for our organization at the academe. Actually, some of my very good acquiantances were engaging in such work in my abode just a day before the tragic happening. Anywho, back to my narration, I was just up with the last piece of the structure when disaster struck!

For a second which seemed like a moment, time froze as I gazed upon a big chunk of my own flesh laying flat on the floor. The cutter which I held had apparently sliced a piece of my meat cleanly off my appendage of pointing--no immediate pain, thank God. Reluctantly, I shifted my view to my fingy then a fountain of blood oozed out. "Oh shit..." was my first thought and "Putangina!" was my second.

I rushed to a nearby sick to clean my wound as puddles of blood flowed out of my fingy. I shouted to the house help for disinfectants and cotton but to my dismay, she came running empty handed. I was pleading her to look for some but she kept on saying, "Wala! WALA! WALA! AHHHH!!!" She was just hysterical! I mean, I was the one cut here! I'm the victim (as well as the culprit! hehe) and she was the one panicking... my God, my finger's done for. But thankfully, she once again returned with a bottle of betadine and cotton helping me cover up my booboo and stop the bleeding. All's well that ends well, as they say.

Later that day, we passed by a coffee shop and I had no guilt whatsoever as to ordering an expensive cup of mocha frost. After all, what better day to indulge yourself than a time when you cut a piece of your own meat from yourself?

Anyway, the moral of the story is, if you wanna be guilt free, slice, slice slice! hohoho!

A hopeless hope? Hopefully not.

I like stories. Whether its the oral kind, the visual kind, the written kind, or whatever kind there is, if it's got a story to tell, i'll probably stop, look, and listen. But as far as stories go, the stuff that really gets me hooked will most certainly have great, deep, fun characters. No, i don't mean bo#$r inducing scantily clad women with red lolipops, whipped cream and syrup just begging to be....ehem... I'm getting off track, sorry. Anyway, I don't mean women when I say its the characters that get me really engrossed on a story. What I meant to say was the story's characters and their attitude, personality, values, and principles is what makes it so fun going through a great story.

After 17 interesting years in this beautiful yet god-forsaken world, I've come across a handful of admirable, or at least fun, personas while watching tv, reading books, manga, anime, and other sources of tales. Eikichi Onizuka of GTO, Monkey D. Luffy of One Piece, Alan Shore and Denny Crane of Boston Legal are some of these characters that I have come to know and love.

I've always wished to meet these people. Or at least, meet someone real that reflects the personality, beliefs, and attitude towards life of these characters. Its kinda crazy, I know. But just humor me for a second. I mean, wouldn't you want to meet someone you've always admired from your bedtime stories like Sherlock Homes, Addicus Finch, Achilles, Superman, or maybe Son Goku from Dragon Ball?

Why not Jesus? I mean, I'd like to converse with Jesus of the Bible even if just for a few minutes and DO NOT get all church-ish on me. I get the whole praying thing. What I'm saying is really grabbing Jesus of Nazareth right from the pages of the Almighty Text. Really, wouldn't that be something--talking with the real thing, the big cahuna Himself.

Is the hope of meeting them, or at least someone with a semblance of them, so...hopeless? Hopefully not.