My Brother's Wedding Video

They oughtta put this under Apple Quicktime Movie Trailers:

Prison Break (As In "Taking A...")

Saw 2 vid posts this morning that are both Haha Funny and Haha Strange. It's the inmates of the Cebu Provincial Detention and Rehabilitation Center (or NAMBLA-- winkwink Jon Stewart) practicing song and dance numbers of Thriller and Hail Holy Queen (from Sister Act). As I am too lazy to register to Youtube I'll just post the links for them here and here. Please watch them and be amazed, and by amazed I mean bewildered and go "WTF...?"

A few quips:

• Seeing as how the major prisons in Metro Manila are hopelessly overcrowded and writhing in filth and gangs, it's nice (and disturbing) to see how prison officials in Cebu could organize something like this. The Thriller dance number supposedly has 1500 inmates choreographed into something that reminds me of those North Korean tribute performances to Kim Jong Il. I can't even fathom getting 1500 convicts to cooperate for... anything outside of a prison break/riot, much less a dance number.
  
• I wonder if the guys playing the female parts are branded as somebody's b*tch afterwards, or were they already beforehand?
• I hope the cons who participated got more out of this other than their 15 minutes of online fame. Reduced sentence, enhanced visitation rights, an actual talent fee, etc.
• I smell a movie in this. High concept pitch: It's The Shawshank Redemption meets Chicago.
• I hope their next bit is from Riverdance.
  

A DerDerDer, A DaDaDa (UPDATED w/ Pix)

Yours truly, Diana and Tintin (Ngo) went to Cebu over the weekend to attend Eda and Derwin's wedding. We caught the 5am Cebu Pacific flight, and an hour later took a P425 airport taxi ride to the newly reopened Marco Polo hotel. Coinkydink #1 came in the form of Juvee Ting, my former tutor (and Wilson's batchmate), helping out for the groom's team.

The girls first went up to our room while I took advantage of the free breakfast buffet. The upgraded (unsolicited, but not unappreciated) room came w/ complimentary mangoes and chocolate, but w/ only a queen-sized bed, so I slept on 2 chairs then later on the floor. W/ that disadvantage I felt I was entitled to to the bath foam. (Ahh, hot water massage...)

After sleeping off most of the morning we got spruced up and rode in one of several shuttle vans that headed for Cebu Metropolitan Cathedral. Weather was bearable, so it was just wearing a barong again that was uncomfortable. Beautiful female faces were abound, particularly w/ the bridal entourage, comprising mostly of the bride's relatives. Makes me wonder if all that combined wealth contributed the Good Looking Gene.

The entire ceremony took an hour and a half, probably because every liturgical response was sung instead of spoken. And speaking of spoken, the know-it-all priest take it upon himself to (incorrectly) correct the pronunciation of the groom's name, so once he started with DArwin instead or DErwin no-one corrected him. He'd made the same mistake later in the reception.

On the ride back instead of heading straight to the hotel we took a slight detour to the Gaisano residence, courtesy of fellow passenger Edmund "Eddie" Gaisano, Eda's dad. His... odd behavior on the minibus made for some bewildered looks and nervous giggles among the others. Boy, he's really giving that eccentric millionaire persona a run for its money,I thought.

The house was huge, with enough floors to warrant its own elevator and a dense, forested back lot you could probably hold paintball war-games in (or dump a body, wink wink). With all us "youths" there having a rich old man (then later his son) showing us around I felt like we were being set up for a reality show. Some of us availed of the bottled iced tea in the fridge, and even helped Mr. Eddie choose a Hawaiian shirt to wear. (Why? Who cares? Eccentric Millionaire.) In the kitchen lay a stack of magazines w/ his face on the cover, though his picture didn't sport the goatee he currently has on. That's one way to self-promote, I guess.

It was here that I met a cute girl named Mona who, like the other pretty girls I get smitten over, started speaking to me like she knew me beforehand from somewhere (and as usual I couldn't recall neither when nor where). Coinkydink #2: she was Annette's (my former batchmate) in Beijing, and knows Weng and Manol (from her stay in Shanghai). Yey, another reason I'm glad I took this trip!

The reception at the White Gold House (w/c was neither white nor gold) was expecting 1000 guests. Eda didn't like the Oriental look of the third floor dining area so she had the walls and ceiling draped in large white sheets, and over the presidential table hung hundreds of orchid flowers. Paolo Santos provided the professional entertainment for the evening (supposedly Side A and/or Gary V. couldn't make it). They gave away special prizes in the form of IPods, PSPs cellphones, digicams, and various name-brand scents. The initial prize was given raffle-style by choosing a message at random from the guest book, much to the regret to those who didn't bother to sign it. The rest were given away by lottery and quiz-show format. For everyone else the wedding souvenir came in the form of a chocolate bar w/Dada and Derder's name on it.

Later in the evening I pissed Di off while we hitched a ride w/ our friend Stephen back to the hotel. I joked to Tata that she needed a ride to the airport tomorrow, then he later texted her to offer her/us that ride. Why this joke-turned-friendly gesture made her mad was beyond me. Even after Mendel and his girlfriend Shirly took out for pudding and iced tea later on the evening was soured between us (and TinTin since she usually takes her side).

The only highlights of the morning after was me running into Mona (and her sisters) at the breakfast buffet (though she ordered ala cart) and riding the hotel's "scenic elevator" (Enjoy 45 Seconds of Cebu Scenery!) with them afterwards. Otherwise the sourness returned: that feeling of cold shouldering between roomies that's momentarily broken by the presence of other friends showing up, either to say good-bye or give us a ride to the airport (Mendel and Shirly).

To summarize: big wedding. Bigger reception. Met a pretty girl. Ticked off my travel companions (at least one of them for sure). Whatta weekend.

POSTSCRIPT: Guess whose picture we found on Cebu Pacific's in-flight magazine?

It's Aileen! Miss you, dear.

Blog Catchup

TODAY: Had a nightmare. Big school program (always at SJCS auditorium, for some reason). My siblings and I were the organizers. Boit at sound system, Sis at music, Wilson gives a lecture and me as host. Program's about to start when my throat closes up. I tried to speak louder but could only gasp the words. This has never happened before, I thought. Basically I f@#ked it up before introducing Wilson.

Then I woke up. Six thirty AM? Screw that. I actually tried the intro out loud again before falling asleep.

Sudden invite later in the day by Rons has me watching Harry Potter & The Order of the Phoenix at Trinoma w/ her. Not a fan of the series but it's her treat, anyway, while mine was for dinner afterwards. Again my absentmindedness almost has me losing the parking stub, w/c I thought was pointless to begin w/ since they charge a flat fee of 30 bucks.

YESTERDAY: Got a haircut in preparation for the wedding this Saturday. Got my free Timex watch courtesy of HSBC. Bought a copy of Absolute Sandman Vol. 1 at 1400 bucks off the original selling price. Ma and I were about to leave Glorietta when someone from EPCIB called to tell me I left my credit card at the bookshop where I bought Sandman. They said they'd "locked" the card for security reasons and if I don't call them back w/in the next 48 hours they'd cancel it altogether. Of course I went back, got the card and called them back. Call-center idiots took forever to undo everything.

Lesson: It's quicker to report your credit card stolen/missing than it is to report it found/recovered.

DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY: Met up w/ hottie former math teacher Jen at UP, her former place of employment (afterwards it was at a PR firm and now a number cruncher at Citibank). It was a meeting I nervously looked forward to, as previous invites to coffee (or similar beverages since I don't drink coffee per se) were always rejected out of distrust of/for yours truly (w/c bewildered yours truly). She only agreed this time because she was "in between boyfriends."

The non-date was... interesting. I noticed a air of snappishnes and pseudo-hostility towards me. Was this her way of discouraging me from asking her out again or just a natural reaction to my presence? Neither prospect appealed to me.

So if ya can't beat 'em, wisecrack 'em. In between trading verbal barbs and zingers (she was beating me due to my "restraint") she shopped for gift baskets for her lawyers, then we had dinner at Anyi while waiting out the rainstorm. Driving from UP to Greenhills and back was a first for me, so good thing she was around. Earlier I suggested just going to Trinoma but she suggested I "get out of my comfort zone."

And to close this evening a simple goodbye besos ended instead with colliding cheekbones (I kid you not). Ouchie. Perfect.

2 DAYS BEFORE YESTERDAY: Supposed to get a haircut while mom had a facial, but my "personal" barber had the day off. Okay, 2+ hours to kill. Watched Die Hard 4.0.

*To anyone thinking that I must be unemployed to have this much free time to do all this: yer dead wrong. I have work. I just don't blog about it.

10 (Trinoma) Thoughts on Transformers

Checked out the Trinoma mall yesterday w/ Wella, first to check out the grand openings the new of Comic Odyssey and Western Appliance stores. Wella got a new shirt, cellphone and spray-paint for her nightstand, while I bought lunch, taho and freakin' expensive double-sided tape (at SM North EDSA across the street).

Later in the evening I caught a last full screening of Transformers in Greenhills w/ Boit and Dionne. Spoilers ahead:

• General consensus on Megan Fox's hotness (though her voice make her sound ditzy), Anthony Anderson, John Tuturro and Frenzy's annoying presence (the JarJar Binks school of acting) and Shia Lebeouf's excellent comic timing.
• The entire movie would've felt right at home in the late 80s or early 90s w/ it's vibe. Back then I would've rolled my eyes much less at the cringe-worthy dialog and MacGyver-like story implausibility.
  
• Why did they make Ironhide sound British?!? Though I like how Hugo Weaving made Megatron sound more like Galvatron, and of course a geekgasm for Peter Cullen as an older, raspier Optimus Prime.
  
• I know the scene w/the Autobots trying to hide in the 'burbs was played for comic effect, but I think it just looked like Sam's parents were very hard of hearing (couldn't hear a 20-foot robot destroy your garden fountain) and had no peripheral vision.
• My brother was right in saying I could've waited for the DVD, since most of the robot action was going by so fast and in a herky-jerky fashion I couldn't appreciate the detailed work they put in designing the Transformers.
• Real classy, Bumblebee, peeing on the human. I'm surprised you didn't light the guy on fire afterwards.
  
• Hey, what's a Borg cube doing underneath Hoover Dam? Oh, wait...
  
• I was under the impression the AllSpark was akin to the original Creation Matrix in the comics, at least in terms of function (i.e. gives life to Transformers). Yet in the movie it just makes inanimate machines into malevolent robots. If that's the case, why were the Autobots so intent on protecting it? (The argument could be made that only Earth objects turn evil, while real Transformers that were given life could go either way.)
• Oh, no! Bumblebee's legs were blown off! Jazz's been pulled apart by Megatron!! Humans are dying!!! Ratchet, what is it that you do again, aside from leaving a girl to do your work w/ a stolen towtruck?
  
• Hey, Prime, instead of endangering Sam by holding him in your hands while fighting someone , why didn't you shove that cube into Megatron's chest, instead?