Art I of my Constitution: Thou shalt not give up.

Because I've already cried my first tears for law school this afternoon (side note: I seriously have no idea why I cried like a baby - I didn't have a bad recit, I wasn't that much overwhelmed by the amount of pages that we have to read - so I'm blaming my hormones), I believe that it is high time that I write that letter to my future self that I have been meaning to write since I entered Malcolm Hell - I mean Hall.

So long sweet summer

I may have neglected this blog this summer but I surely am not abandoning it. That said, here's a quick rundown of what went down last summer.

First stop: Batangas

The weekend after I went to Singapore, my mudraks invited me to come with them (the steppudraks and Evette) to Batangas for a wedding. The wedding wasn't memorable but Malarayat Gold and Country Club was awesome. Too bad I don't have the pictures with me here in my laptop but here's a memory:

Le sister and I trying to order some midnight snack. Too bad the chef's already gone home. (Huhu, my BB)

Next stop: Subic

Yeah, like there's something new about me being in Subic. But this summer's Holy Week in Subic was awesome because I got to spend it with my cousins.

Logos Hope -- a ship full of books, where we decide to indulge in ice cream

White Rock Beach Resort -- Artificial waves, more fun than real ones

Third stop: Cavite
For some reason I have been in constant search of some solitude and cleansing of the soul since the start of the year. Finally got the chance to have some this summer with the BLD Community in Cavite. It was a weekend of realization, repentance, and healing. I met new people, learned more about my religion, and let go and let God. Too bad I don't think I have pictures.

Fourth: Boracay
I was finally able to check this island off my bucketlist. It was random and I'm broke because of it but all's well that ends well. We tried a handful of water activities (flyfish, zorb, and parasailing), swam to take loads of pictures, and drank like we own the place. Unnecessary circumstances, bullshit, lost havs, and my big tummy aside, I had a great first time.

No more calamansi muffins for us but we're still happy bananas.

Moments before I realized I'm allergic to sea water. That, or the water's just too dirty.

Touchdown Boracay!

Yay for underwater cameras!

Final Destination: Potipot
And just before I entered law school, I went to Potipot, Zambales with my sorority sisters for some awesome bonding experience. It was the perfect chill icing to my awesome summer cupcake.

Welcome, sisters!

Off to the island!

Stop looking at my big arms.

2010s for Pink Team!

Something I missed: Anawangin
Too bad though, I was not able to come with my crazy high school barkada to their spontaneous island trip to Anawangin, Zambales. Oh the odds of growing up (aka work responsibilities).

I miss these crazy ladies so terribly much.

So that was my awesome summer, despite all the other thorny things last few months. Next stop, law school!

Disclaimer: Pictures aren't mine! Grabbed them from random friends' accounts on Facebook. All credits go to them!

We gain some then lose some. We lose some then gain some.

How I wish it's my weight that we'll be talking about in here.

If you are my Facebook friend and/or Twitter follower, you would know that just last week, the jeep I was riding on my way to UP got held up. For the first time ever, someone pointed a knife at me and it wasn't funny at all.

I was carrying with me all the most valuable material things that I have in my life right now so when they asked for my phone, I obediently gave it to them. Ha, your loss b*st*rds. I just got that for free from Globe and the trackpad is crazy and my mom had it blocked already.

So yes, for quite a few days, I was feeling (and acting) crazy and I had no phone with me. My number's active again now, though. I lost something, kind of violently, but gained a lot instead.

I gained freedom from the need to respond to people immediately. You could say I was kind of off the radar, whenever I didn't have internet access, and it was awesome. I gained perspective. Life is like a box of chocolates; you'll never know what you're gonna get. Life is short; live it. Life is random and so am I. But most importantly, I gained recognition of those people who truly, really care. When your down and troubled and you need a helping hand, the people who would seek you, without the need for you to seek them, are the people who will love you through heaven and hell. Or not.

Oh what a cliche my words are.

So now, what's my point.

My point is that we live in a disheartening world. Those guys who took my phone, along with the others', are just kids (maybe not kid-kid, like 15-17 years old kids but still, kids). Kids who are forced to resolve to crime and violence just so they would be able to live. Kids whose childhoods and innocence are gone forever. Kids, just kids.

But there is hope, for them and for this world. How can I say that? I don't know. Maybe because I'm still alive and kicking butts.

This long overdue blog post about Singapore

The Singapore trip that almost checked my whole bucket list --
Writing on my plane back home because I don't want to tear up alone.

Or more of, the sweetest, coolest days of my life so far.

I'm currently running on a 0-peso bank account (update: my bank account closed by itself due to the 0 balance dilemma so I had to create a new one which is now running on a negative balance, which I didn't know until now was possible) but I seriously don't mind because I got a lot of all the things I ever wanted, needed, plus more. My life right now is so crazy awesome that I'm actually afraid to live another day because it might ruin it all, especially given that I also run on stupid decisions and unnecessary mistakes (update: true enough, hello holduper, bye phone).

Hiding from the sun and that crazy stalker taking all my pictures, hihi as if.

Of getting what I needed
The WCTOH 2012 was nothing short of awesome. I met a lot of people from all over the world, bonded with youths fueled with passion, learned a bunch through lecture and practice from experts and champions, and kept with my being a vegetarian because of the special recipes and accessible healthy diets. I'm more than sure that if ever I end up being in Nigeria or Malaysia or Chile, I'll have a familiar face to run to.

Hello from the Southeast Asians!

Live it up without lighting up!

Closing time

I realized in this week-long conference how deep I already am in this whole tobacco control and health advocacy. Each of my sharing about the Philippines was filled with either utter disgust or awe. I cringed at every dirty tobacco industry tactic discussed. My blood boiled for the need for FCTC implementation in our nation.

Most important of it all, my heart now beats so much for HealthJustice, our organization which received a cool recognition from Mayor Bloomberg aka the Bloomberg Awards. This is not a job; this is life.

The HJ team with ze bosses and some partners in the advocacy.

There'll always be a Friday night. (Photo from Atty. Irene, our Managing Director)

Time's Up, Tobacco! Check us out @ http://timesuptobacco.com (Photo also from Atty. Irene)

Of getting what I wanted
I went to Singapore wanting only two things: to learn and to be part of something big, and I got those as previously mentioned. What's interesting is, incidentally, it was also during this Singapore week that the LAE results came out.

4-5 years of my youth for this. Bring it on, law school!

When I was a kid, I never wanted to be anything but a lawyer. When I got older, I wanted it for my family and for the people in Subic. But I got even older and went to not knowing what I wanted anymore.

Now, the universe has spoken: this is what I need to do with, or to be in this gift that is my life. I'm still so overwhelmed (update: yes, until now) by the fact that I'll be in UP Law (in less than two months) and by the amount of love and appreciation that I have been getting. Awesome life is awesome.

Going back to the Singapore trip, it gave me back that sort of independence that I feel like I have lost when I stopped living alone. I departed Manila alone, with a need of a wheelchair (update: huhu no more picture because I didn't get to retrieve it from my phone, or did I?) because my right knee decided to swell up the day before my flight, and arrived alone feeling so fly like a G6. I made "adult" decisions (aka rebooked my flight back to Manila from Friday to Sunday) and walked around Singapore wearing suits, makeup, and superfluous documents. Most of all, I was funding my own happiness.

I felt like I was 24. Or 27.

Of getting so much more than what I thought I wanted and needed
Often times we meet people and think, "Oh, this is someone I can see to be in my life." But what happens when it's the opposite?

Oh shut up self. Let's just leave this blog post at that. Let's just be content with knowing that I am happy in spite and despite of the craziness this universe is serving my platter. And that when we ask for something, I mean really, really ask, He will give it.

Again, awesome life is awesome.

PS. I didn't take these photos (malamang) nor are they from my camera. I have my own personal photographer, haha. You know who you are, thank you!

The stupid things I do that cannot be undone

Waiting is awful but not knowing is the worst part.

I am this close to freaking out and calling my mom (even though I just talked to her, or more of, she just scolded me -- "Oo nga, hindi mo nga kailangang magbigay pero sana wag ka na manghingi!" Hello SG, bye savings.) as I usually do when I'm feeling like crap but this is something that I cannot ever consult with her because she might just kill me even before I finish my sentence. I hate the fact that my motto, freak out and call mom, cannot be applied in this situation that I am in right now.

Regrets and mistakes, not memories made.

Anyway, in line with my freak out and call mom frame of mind right now, here is an interesting story about Keep Calm and Carry On. Repeat 'til imbibed by the body, soul, and mind: Keep Calm and Carry On.

Keep Calm and Carry On. Keep Calm and Carry On. Keep Calm and Carry On. Keep Calm and Carry On.

Next post about the awesome Deltan Ball.

21 before I'm 21

So yes, I already am 21. But I feel like there is a hell lot more that I need to do, to say, to experience, to feel before I can finally claim that I am 21.

I always say that I am prematurely growing old and up -- faster than the supposed, one step before everyone else -- and it is not at all a good thing. I still don't know what I want and often times I find myself asking, "WTF am I doing here?" More often than not, I regret that I didn't leave as soon as I could, or that I didn't say what I should have. Whut, where did that come from?

Anyway, as if I don't have enough pressures on myself already, here are some stuff that I believe I should do, say, experience, and/or feel first before I can finally say that I am 21.

1. Drive.
2. Fly alone.
3. Read a classic.
4. Attend a concert of a local artist.
5. Fall so passionately in love with something.
6. Volunteer, for real.
7. Read the Philippine Constitution.
8. Wear a bikini to the beach.
9. Watch a movie in black and white.
10. Be inspired by a talk.
11. Engage in a sport.
12. Change hair color.
13. Cut hair short or have it permed.
14. Wear heels during the day.
15. Buy a gadget.
16. Find a "creative" hobby.
17. Craft.
18. Cook.
19. Reread and put to heart the Magna Carta of Women.
20. Get a tat.
21. Get so furiously mad.

Expect that this list will change. Or not. And be forgotten. Like last night's thoughts and wants.

The obligatory birthday post in lieu of the International Women's Day

I (finally) turned 21 last Sunday and the way I celebrated that day had me thinking and looking in an all new perspective.

21 days before I turned 21, I was planning to throw a kiddie party for some children in Subic. Unfortunately, my academic schedule (and steep bank account) would not permit me to do so, so I thought of having the day to myself. I have been trying to look for silent retreats, days of cleansing, all other activities just so I could feel the "surreal" but none would ever fit into my calendar.

And then I realized, why all these pressure to do something worthwhile and memorable on my birthday? Am I really celebrating the fact that I am just/already 21 years old?

I have got no freakin' answer for any of my freakin' questions so I stopped thinking and flowed with life until the clock stroke 12, March 4 while I was in a car with my sorority sisters, driving along Katipunan Extension, looking for a good place to drink and meet people. Why don't we just stop at that? Let us not discuss further what went on after 12 midnight. I can say this though: my family brought me to a place where there is not much vegetarian choices for my birthday lunch. So much for making it my day.

So what was my point again when I started writing this? Oh yes, I'm 21, I always feel so pressured to celebrate my birthday, I put high expectations on people who never fail to disappoint, and I am nowhere far from the person that I was when I was 20, aka March 3.

But this is not to be ingrata. If you have been reading my blog for a while now, you would see how thankful I am to the universe, to all these people in my life, and to myself for making me the happiest that I have ever been (or so I think). It's really just that birthdays now feel like they are just for kids.

Birthdays are overrated. Violence against women (children and the environment) is not. Here's to hoping that we make everyday women's day. Now where did that come from.

What I have been eating for the past week

Because no meat does not mean boring. Happy leap day, everyone!

The day I decided to go vegetarian

..was the day before I drank until 5 in the morning when I knew for a fact that I have a 9AM meeting the next day.  Wala lang. I just felt like I had to say it. Coffee's making me loco.

Anyway, main agenda: me going vegan.

FACT: It's the Lenten Season. What better sacrifice than abstain from meat, right? By meat, I mean animal meat -- fish, pig, chicken, cow, and the whole animal queendom. 
REALITY: I cannot give up chocolates, pastries, and coffee.
COMPROMISE: No meat but yes to dairy products. Eggs in pastries are okay, for now.

FACT: Animals have feelings, too. Did you know that hens teach their chicks already even when they're just eggs? The sad truth though is that most chicks don't get to meet their mommies anymore because humans eat a lot of them. How cannibalistic.
REALITY: It's the circle of life, according to us humans. *cue Lion King soundtrack*
COMPROMISE: "As we do to the least, so we do to Him." No compromise. Animals, too, have feelings.

FACT: I've been having a hard time trying to lose weight since the holidays.
REALITY: Most vegans are healthy and slim.
COMPROMISE: No compromise. No meat, yes to life.

I haven't made the 30-day pledge yet though. I'm still trying to look at all perspectives on vegetarianism -- faith, health facts, my commitment, my capabilities, my environment, etc. But I have not been eating meat since Friday and so far, it's making me happy.

All this started when I started fasting last Wednesday. And then I went to eat some pork last Thursday. It felt so weird. I then started to read about vegetarianism. My heart broke for all those harassed animals. And the rest, well, we'll find out.

I feel like this post is so sabog. Like me. Kthnxbye.

Last Friday night. I attended my first college org, KMS' 18th anniversary with my college batchmates. That's Mark (alter ego: Anton) right there: my super beki partner-in-crime, forever ma-drama soulmate. People, including my relatives, ask me a lot if we're together. He'd say "yuck" for sure.

Hey, dinner.

Lookie, lookie at my dinner!

This dinner is so wrong in so many levels.

I think I violated at least a dozen of my self-rules with this meal. For one, I used styro. And also, I took in what's probably more than a day's worth of calories. But all iz well. Actually, all that I'm thinking of now is why I didn't buy two peach mango pies.

All these fried, unhealthy food because tomorrow is Ash Wednesday which means Lent's starting aka it's time for fasting. Last year, I gave up rice and ended up not eating/wanting it up 'til now. This year, I'm giving up junk food (which I supposedly have given up already a few years ago) and fried food. I was supposed to give up fast food also but I realized I'm too financially unstable to do that. But yes, goodbye dear french fries. Goodbye fried chicken. Goodbye prawn tempura.

I'm also going full vegetarian every Friday and Sunday and tomorrow.

All these for stronger relationships, greater spirituality, better intuition, love, and peace of mind. You know, the higher things in life.

If you asked me to.

Hi, Unofficially Yours please.

"Yung 4:10, Ma'am? Pili kayo ng seat. One ticket lang?"

Yes, one ticket. Why are you looking at me like I'm some kind of freak? I'm alone, so what? This is like the nth movie that I've watched alone. I'm comfortable with being alone, that is not a problem. This, being alone, is a choice. If I wanted to I'm sure I could be watching this with someone right now, maybe a friend or something else. But no, I'm having a date with myself and I'm gonna be eating all these cookies alone.

If I wanted to I could just ping that person, start a conversation, and you know what happens next. Oh wait, I already did -- small talks and awkward conversations, ugh, not in the mood. Or that other person. But I said never again to guys like him/his type. Or that other, other person. But thou shall never mix work and fun. Or that other, other, other person. Nah, no options anymore.

Alright, so maybe it's not so much a decision as a coincidence. Or whatever. But I have friends and family who love me, and will be there for me, and will watch the movie with me if I wanted to have someone by my side. These are the people that I'll be celebrating my birthday with. So yeah, being alone is still my choice.

Ugh, I'm turning 21 in 13ish days.

Of course I didn't say all this to the ticket lady. Just a conversation I had with her, in my head.

Lies I tell myself to be able to sleep at night

I'm a thinker.

I have all these anxieties because this voice inside my head just won't stop bugging me with its buck load of craziness and paranoia. I'm a thinker who finds it utterly hard to put my thoughts into words; I do better in writing but seriously poor in speaking -- thinking and talking at the same time, not my best asset.

So yes, every night, unless I'm dead tired or dead drunk, I'd have to forcefully tame all these things in my head with words that are as cliche as hating on Valentine's Day. This is an ode to all these thoughts that keep me sane.

1. Everything is going to be alright.
2. You are not alone; you just think you are.
3. You are not alone; you're independent.
4. It's not about the money.
5. You are lucky to have all these blessings.
6. You don't need to have it all figured out now.
7. There's no need to rush.
8. Everything is going to be alright.
9. You'll find time soon, for all the things that you really want to do.
10. That stability you've been hoping to have will come soon.
11. You just need to finish all these trivial tasks then you'll finally have focus.
12. It's okay to be mean once in a while.
13. They've forgotten about it already.
14. You just need to lay everything out, get organized, then you'll achieve everything.
15. You have a bright future ahead.
16. You won't be alone in that bright future.
17. And so what if you are? Go get yourself a goldfish.
18. It's okay that you still can't drive.
19. It's okay to slack off once in a while.
20. It's okay that you're not perfect. No one is.
21. It's okay to eat.
22. It's okay to be happy.
23. It's okay to let new people enter your life.
24. Not everyone is out to get you.
25. Everything is going to be alright.

So maybe not all lies. Just some.

I was supposed to. But.

I was supposed to write about how my preference to only date people with cars does not go against my being a "feminist", but then again that really isn't necessarily true and from whatever point-of-view I would only look like a superficial and materialistic person (untrue), even with arguments like how women have always been objectified ever since the beginning of time and it is about time that we all play in a level field, how patriarchy has acculturated gender-specific forms of violence to this society so intricately that some people do not even realize that they are committing such a crime and a car can protect me from such (because I don't have one at the moment, the person I will be dating should considering the sense of partnership that we shall have), and how I value my personal space so much and thoroughly sharing it with a person that I would like to be intimate with is just not possible in public transportation.

I was supposed to stop at some point in that paragraph and put some period or semi-colons but I like long, poorly-constructed sentences, and honestly I never know when or where to stop.

I was supposed to finish all my academic and professional backlog last weekend but I chose to pamper myself, party like I was still in college, and have a piercing headache the day after. I do not regret choosing to have fun, at all. Note to self: I will not, ever.

I was supposed to be a good friend but instead I was mean and kind of said some bad stuff behind someone's back and got busted. I regret this and I will never stop regretting this.

I was supposed to be on a strict diet because my tummy's getting back to its old self again but then there's Sicillian Pizza in my building now and their White Cheese pizza is something I can eat until I die. And how can anyone stop eating potato chips and nutella? This, I have to learn how to regret.

I was supposed to hold an event today but then again life happens and instead I'm choosing not to do anything.

But when the going gets tough, the tough posts pictures. Say whut.

From Click D' Fun Photobooth. Pictures are arranged chronologically, or more of from we just had dinner to yes we're getting tipsy and eventually to I do not remember this picture at all.

From Kapao Design and Photography, our official photographer. Same arrangement of pictures. SMITTEN: Rekindle the Love, our sorority's annual college party was seriously epic. And I'm not trying to make buhat our own bangko. No, not conyo.

10 years? That's a decade.

You're asking me where do I see myself in ten years.

By then I will be 30. Gross, I can't even think about me being 30. But I'm hoping I'll age nicely and still be able to wear what I want to wear anytime, anywhere. I'd still be into fitness, or more of, I'd be into fitness more. We'll run marathons and take on new workouts regularly. Ten years from now I'm sure I can already differentiate what actually looks good and what I only think looks good. My eating habits would have already been better (hopefully, I turn vegan) and I'll cook for you whenever I have the time. All yoga poses would already be in my heart and I'll force you to meditate with me every now and then.

Ten years from now, I'd probably still be in law school. I feel like I really need/want/am destined to go to law school but my time just isn't now (or maybe it is, I don't know, whatever). It would be painful to balance everything but you'd buy me choco chip muffins and tea lattes so I'll get by everyday. By then I'd be done with my graduate course on Women and Development already and I'd have gone to various places in the country (and out, if my bank account permits) for volunteering opportunities. By then, my desire to live a happy hippie life would have already been fulfilled. By then, I wouldn't just be a young girl in your eyes; I would be a grown-up, a possible partner 'til the world ends.

Ten years from now, I'm sure we'd already have our own family. You, me, and a little kid in our own little sanctuary. We'd have our own cars and we won't have a stay-in housemaid because that is just slavery. We'll need help of course because we wouldn't be able to handle cleaning the whole house and all the other chores everyday what with all the responsibilities in our individual and consolidated plates. We'll have to depend on our extended families every now and then but we'll manage to keep our independence.

Ten years from now, I wouldn't be writing blog posts to no one anymore because I'd already, finally be sure that you are mine and I am yours. My online life wouldn't have to be a little bit superfluous anymore because my real life with you would really, truly be awesome. By then, when I am 30, I'd finally, truly be able to say that I am happy.

Oh, right. You asked me about MY future.

Disclaimer: This conversation may or may not have been imagined. The dreams and hopes in here may or may not be true. Judge me.

How to be a zombie

Or the bored person's guide to not sleeping and other unhealthy habits. (Or, it's just being a zombie is more fun in the Philippines.)

What you need:

1. A real, challenging job
2. 6 units of graduate studies
3. An unequivocal desire to lose weight
4. People in your life

What to do:

1. Wake up on a Wednesday morning feeling like you can conquer the world because of the good phrases that your bosses have provided you with. Get some work done and head out for your errands.
2. Go to a lunch function full of lawyers and not say a word. What the F is litigation? Try to look your best and smile but spend your time eating and tweeting.
3. Attend a meeting for a project that you have very little background with for the first time. Get some smoothie and muffin and freeze your brain out before the meeting does.
4. Go get some dinner with your colleagues. Talk about your personal dating life and forget about the hierarchies at work for one. Think about tomorrow, tomorrow.
5. Decide to go home when they said they will do some walking around first. Realize that you have a book report that was due a week ago. You have not started writing about that yet.
6. Waste no time and start writing your book report. Thank God you made notes while cramming all the readings you made last weekend and a little last holiday vacation.
7. Down your first cup of coffee.
8. Write like there is no tomorrow until your hands are shaking because you'd realize that it is already 3 in the morning and you need to get some sleep. You are not finished with your report yet.
9. Sleep for a few hours and go back to writing. Cram, but with class like ho a graduate student would do it.
10. Panic because you have a meeting with your boss in a few.
11. Finish your paper but leave the conclusion open. You cannot think anymore.
12. Go to Seattle's and order a big breakfast. You will feel like you deserve all these food because you are not in college anymore and your body cannot handle all-nighters.
13. After the meeting, walk around Tomas Morato to look for your event's venue. Don't mind the scorching heat of the sun.
14. Go to your office for another meeting. Finish off some tasks as you wait for your partners.
15. Down your first bottle of energy drink.
16. Leave the meeting prematurely because you have to cram for your graduate class.
17. Write an epilogue for your paper and cram reading abut women's work and globalization in less than an hour.
18. Attend a feminist class that discusses women's work vis-a-vis globalization and its relation to the sexual division of labor.
19. Feel your brain cells dying, one by one.
20. After class, wait for a jeep for an hour. Be thankful for the fact that you have people.
21. Realize that you have not decently eaten anything since 10am. Find food and talk to your older cousin about her complicated love life.
22. Read around Thought Catalog and waste time on the internet.
23. Finally decide to sleep. It is not for the weak.
24. Wake up in the morning after 7ish hours and feel like getting a drink. Indeed, sometimes, little sleep equates to increased productivity compared to complete sleep.

Kung si Derek Ramsey ang nag-Asiong Salonga

I probably wouldn't have been bothered by that opening scene wherein Asiong was getting juiced by another gangster, while his arms were tied up and his armpits were exposed gravely. I probably wouldn't have noticed that when Asiong and his gang were going for resbak, they brought knives; but during the encounter, they killed them all with guns. I probably wouldn't have laughed when he went into an arm-to-arm, no-guns-in-this-battle fight with Totoy Golem.

I probably wouldn't have cringed every effin' time that he had an intimate scene with a lady -- those kisses on Valerie Concepcion's neck, that short foreplay scene with the ticket booth lady, and the many times he had to kiss his wife, Carla Abellana. Ugh, the horror of seeing an old man be intimate with very much younger ladies (and someone who doesn't kiss nicely on camera at that).

I probably wouldn't have minded that he made a lot of unnecessary hand and arm gestures while delivering lines. I probably would have looked over the fact that they brought up the Liberal Party a little much (and somehow single-handedly categorized Nacionalista as the enemy). I probably wouldn't have paid attention to the Chuck Taylor shoes that a lot of them were wearing.

I probably would have teared up when he learned that his mother has died while he was in jail. I probably would have cheered on his wife when she confronted the other woman. I probably would have felt his pain while he was healing himself in a cold, dark, maximum security place aka bartolina after the knife fight

I probably would have taken Asiong's very sexist words (wala kang ibang gagawin kung hindi hintayin ako at magpaganda ka lang lagi, or something to that effect) seriously and threw the bottle of water that I was drinking to the big screen instead of just laughing off at it. I probably would have cried like a baby when he was whispering sweet words and vows to his wife while they were dancing to the tune of a very awesome song (note to self: get a copy of the movie's soundtrack) in a very regal affair, wearing very regal attires.

But I probably would have died along with that bullet that went through his head because I just can never bear to see my Derek Ramsey killed so violently.

So what if it was Dennis Trillo? Or Baron Geisler? Baron should've gotten an award or something.

Kidding aside and for whatever's worth, I seriously enjoyed the movie even though I was wearing my feminist goggles. I'm just hoping the life of women in Tondo is far from that now. A lot about the movie is awesome: the fast to slow transitions, the lightning, the costume and makeup, the fact that it is black and white, the patayan scenes, the script, the rain and how they manipulated its visual, it being an underdog, the camera angles -- a lot. And it is great in the sense that I am sure this film would bring back the life of action movies in our country's entertainment industry. But seriously, to the producers, do a version with Derek Ramsey.