From Gossip Guy to GQ Man.

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When one is starring in a show called Gossip Girl, I think it is reasonable to expect that rumors will hound the show and its cast. At least, that is what young player Chace Crawford should expect.

Fresh from the gossip that he is more than friends with former boy band talent JC Chasez, Chace is facing another issue. This time, I read that jealousy seems to be in play between him and co-star Penn Badgley (who plays Dan Humphrey on the hit series). Rumor has it that Penn is feeling a little grudging over Chace. It is because while the show is supposed to be a star vehicle for Badgley, it is Chace who is getting the most attention from the press and more adulation from the fans.

Badgley should not feel ill about it. He should accept the fact it is not solely the studios that determine which actor will become a star. The fans and the media have a lot of say on the matter.

He need not look far and look at what happened to the stars of The O.C., the young-adult show whose footsteps Gossip Girl is following. While Ben McKenzie and Mischa Barton had the lead roles in the show, it was Adam Brody and Rachel Bilson who eventually graced more magazine covers and easily crossed over to feature film acting. Sometimes, studio executives get it wrong and it is up to the other forces in Hollywood to make it right. As it happened, producer and writer Josh Schwartz had to kill off the character of Barton before the show's own demise.

I am not saying that Badgley has no star quality. I think that he has a place in Hollywood's solar system, but just not brighter than Chace's shine. After all, Chace is more handsome, charismatic and sympatico. I will take him anytime over Penn.

Chace, my Mr. April, seems to be very in demand to photographers and magazine editors. Early this year, he and his guy pals, Badgley and Ed Westwick, graced the cover of Out (which reminds me to post the pictures here ASAP).This month, Chace is featured on a fashion editorial of GQ. He shows off the virtues of khaki and tan in fashion and style.

I am hoping that success will not be the bane of his career.

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Imperative! The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian.

Saturday was spent with Quincy at Greenhills. We watched The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian. Along with The Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter books, Narnia is one of the juvenile science-fiction anthologies that I read throughout. So it goes without saying that I would try my damnest in order to see the movie version.

Quincy wanted to see the new version of Incredible Hulk starring Edward Norton (in lieu of Eric Bana who headed the flop of some years ago) but I argued that Hulk just opened and we could still catch it on the next weekend while Narnia is on its way out of the theaters. He offered little resistance and so the lawyer won over the basketball player in this argument. He he.

Whenever I urge friends and family to watch one movie over another, I always cross my fingers and say a silent prayer that the film better turn out to be a good one. It need not be great, entertaining is sufficient. Having pushed (or convinced) someone to see a movie he would otherwise not see brings a certain pressure to me that the film better deliver. After all, it was my choice, my taste and my recommendation. That friend or relative will not blame the director or actor if the movie is a dud, she will simply look to my direction and blame me for making her see such stupid or boring movie.

The reviews on Caspian had been a mixed one. Generally, critics wrote that it was way better than the first installment, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. On the other hand, its box office performance in countries where it first opened was a big disappointment. Hence, it made me think twice about catching the movie in theaters. I thought there must be a reason why moviegoers stayed away. In the end, I decided to make a gamble and set a Saturday aside to watch Caspian. Maybe the film was crestfallen in the box office because it was eaten up by its competition, such as Iron Man and the latest Indiana Jones.

It has been more than a month since I watched a movie on the big screen. Thus, it was quite disconcerting being eaten up once again by the darkness of the cinema. And it has been more than a year since I last watched a movie in Greenhills. I have already forgotten how wide its movie screens were. It almost compares to the IMAX theater.

It was a relief that both Quincy and I enjoyed the movie. He hasn't read the book and his only impression on the matter is based on what he has seen on theatrical productions of Wardrobe, which he saw (repeatedly) in high school. So he asked me if it was faithful to the book version and I was quick to say that it was. I was most especially reminded of the consistent characterizations of the mouse Reepicheep and the dwarf Trumpkin. They were as alive on the page as they were on the screen. On the other hand, King Miraz was not the same as he was rendered by CS Lewis's illustrator Pauline Baynes. Where was his conical (and effectively comical) hat? True, Sergio Castellitto's rendition made his character more real and human, but it also made it fantastic or villainous.

One of the pitfalls of the movie is that a lot of the images on the screen are reminiscent of scenes in The Lord of the Rings. There was the trees giving aid to the humans (Remember the ents in the Two Towers?). The river flooding over horses giving chase (As Arwen was also chased in The Fellowship of the Ring). The creatures pledging their aid and allegiance during council (The same when the rangers, elves and dwarves pledged to aid Frodo in bringing the ring back to Mordor to be destroyed). Couldn't the director have avoided these obvious allusions? Were these similarities intended or not?

Still, overall, the movie was enjoyable and entertaining. Time and money well spent. I don't think we could ask anything more from the director, writers, cast and production. The visual effects are first rate and the acting ---considering that young adults dominated the screen time--- was effective.

At this point I must confess that what finally led me to catch the movie on its last weekend in theaters was Ben Barnes (who plays the titular role of Prince Caspian). He was smoldering hot on the billboards and in the press interviews I saw him in. I was smitten by this young British talent and I just couldn't pass the chance to drool over him in the darkness of the theater. Quincy must have noticed because for no less than three occasions, I mutely mouthed "wow" when the camera panned a shot of Ben's face. I think Caspian will be a star vehicle for him as LOTR was for my reigning Man of the Year, Orlando Bloom.

For me, though, Ben is not the only eye candy on the film. The other hot guy ---0r kid--- is Skandar Keynes who plays the formerly stubborn brother Edmund Pevensie. This guy may yet achieve puberty but he already oozes sex appeal.

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A New Collection. After the movie, Quincy and I roamed the shopping complex and windowshopped. Quincy was looking for a gift to give his dad for Father's Day. I accompanied him look for shoes (original) and collared shirts (Lacoste imitations). He ended up not buying anything and instead decided to treat his family to a lunch buffet in a hotel.

After that, we made the rounds of the toys and collectible shops. In one shop I saw this 1:18 die cast model of the GT500 Shelby Cobra and I instantly had the urge to buy it. Owning and driving a Ford Mustang or Cobra with the Shelby design and blue stripes is one of my dreams. The item was new but it was still on sale at a 25% discount and it was enough reason for me to take out my wallet and buy the car model outright.

For the longest time, I have been desisting (and resisting) from buying car models as well as seriously entertaining the thought of starting a car model collection. My Lord of the Rings, Transformers and other collections are already financially draining as they are and so I thought I didn't need start another one. I already adopted a motto: Admire from a distance.

Until last Saturday that motto and attitude worked. But this time, I was too weak to resist. If I will not be able ---notwithstanding the hard labor that I am already subjecting myself into--- to own drive the real thing, at least I should have this, I reasoned.

I was also ensnared a model of a Subaru Impreza WRC that Quincy pointed to me on the corner of the shop. The very kind saleslady refused to sell me the item as it had been reserved for another buyer but she will text me if another stock comes along. [Update: Another one did come along and I picked up the item last June 25.)

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Tyler Lough Does It Again, Too.

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There seems to be a lot of butt-baring going on in the world today. If this is the new fashion trend, I certainly missed the article in GQ. Or maybe they missed it too. .

Just yesterday I wrote about Delio's double butt exposure in the locker room two nights ago. Earlier, today I found these photos of my favorite male model Tyler Lough (Fresh Meat 01, Mr. January) making his buns and pubic region available on my breakfast table. It seems that everyway I turn, there is always an ass to feast on.

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I am not complaining. But could you just turn around, Mr. Lough, so I can see your better side.

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This is not the first time that Tyler Lough bared his bulbous buttocks for the camera. In May, I featured the his photos that appeared in the latest Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue. This was a landmark exposure for Tyler. Not just because he was bareass but, more importantly, because the shoot was taken by the renowned and venerated fashion photographer Bruce Weber. For any model in the West, you know you've made it when Bruce Weber trains his lenses on you.

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I got this latest set of four photos from jdivision.blogspot.com, a blog that I have been frequenting since I discovered it in January of this year. The blog is run by JD Ferguson, an American fashion photographer. His images have appeared in various fashion and lifestyle magazines, most prominently in V-Man. He uses his blog to record his personal and professional life, to pimp his works and to feature that young models that he discovers in the course of his career. It has turned out to be one of my favorite blogs. The writing is easy, fluid and honest. The photos are gems in their own rights.

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According to JD, they shot these photos for a foreign (read: European) magazine. However, something happened in the negotiations for the rights to feature them and the deal did not push through. What to do with these hot photos? Let them rot in his dark room? Please, no.

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Thank goodness that JD had the good sense to share them with the world. I am more than delighted, gratified and grateful for these photos.

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[The photos I got from JD were a bit dark. I think it was supposed to be artistic and editorial. I enhanced the photos by adding some brightness. I just wanted to have a better view of Tyler's pubes and ass. Beautiful.]

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Yes, He Did It Again!

Yes, yes, yes!!!! Delio did it again. On the same night that I finished my journal entry on Delio's deliberate butt-baring in the locker room, he did it again.

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Last night I went to the gym, tired from work as usual. It was nearly eight o'clock and so there were only a few people still doing their workout. Delio was one of those I easily spotted. He was wearing a white wifebeater, yellow shorts and matching yellow cap. His ipod kept him oblivious of his surroundings, as usual. He threw me a glance when I was just a few meters from him and on my way to the locker room. I was just blogging about you, I told myself when I saw him.

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I didn't pay Delio any attention. I just forced myself to go to the gym last night, guilty of the calories I took in during the day. I must burn them, was all I could say to motivate myself. I was on the bike for twenty minutes, thirty five minutes on the treadmill, that was it. I was in the steam sauna soon, shower and then got dressed for home.

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I have already changed to my street clothes when Delio stepped out of the shower and into the locker room. A gym-issued white towel was wrapped around his waist. I took in the smell in the air as he walked in. Uuuhm, you smell great, again I told myself in sheer pleasure. As usual, Delio and I occupied adjoining lockers. However, as I have already relocated myself to the bench area and was just arranging my things so that they'll fit properly into my bag, I heaved a sigh of disappointment as I will not be able to peep into Delio undressing and dressing. I love watching his little rituals.

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But it was to be. To my surprise, Delio moved into my area, just on the other (right) side of the bench on which I was fixing my bag. I was bowed low with my hands inside my bag, rearranging my Speedo goggles, headphone and toiletries in the deeper recesses of my gym bag when in the corner of my eyes a saw a white towel flutter to the ground. It could not have been other than Delio's. And so I looked up from my position to see what was happening and what greeted me, quite literally, was Delio's bare ass that was a shade or two browner than the rest of his body. If I would just pucker my lips and move it two or three inches in his direction, I could kiss Delio's butt. Literally.

It was a surprise, of course. And one that was more than welcome. And more than Delio's naked ass and the creamy skin that are his thighs and legs, I also got a good glimpse of his soft cock as he put on his fresh pair of white Calvin Klein boxer shorts.

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It puzzled me why Delio had to move to my spot ----and within striking, nay kissing, distance--- in order to change put on his underwear. He had perfect privacy where he already was near his locker. I noted that no one else was within that area at that time, and Delio could have changed his Calvins there and then without a peeping tom to bother him. Torture me much, Delio?

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Suddenly, Tim. The last few nights I have caught myself watching and taking pleasure in Tim Hamilton, one of Bel Ami's exclusive stud. I've been playing and replaying his video, The Private Life of Tim Hamilton, and his segments in Too Many Boys and Greek Holiday 2.

This is new to me. I never liked Tim before. He has been in a lot of porn flicks but I usually push the fast forward buttons whenever his scenes were up. He never caught my fancy before. I didn't like the twinky Tim that was introduced in Personal Trainers and the videos that came immediately after. I also didn't like the muscular Tim that was recently featured in Freshmen. In fact, I didn't buy the issue.

But beginning Sunday, I have become to appreciate his male beauty and fantasize about him. This week in porn, it was all about Tim, Tim and Tim. And since Danny Saradon (Must Blow 53) is also one of my favorite Bel Ami actor, I never tired watching this duo's fuckfest in The Private Life over and over again.

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Fantasy Comes Alive. On a lighter note, this photo of an extraordinary deer is making the rounds of webs sites and newspapers today.

Apparently, a roe deer was discovered in Rome with only one horn. This is a freak of nature as deers would normally have two horns, one one each side of their head and near their ears.

What makes this mutation or gene anomally amazing is that the position of the single horn makes the young deer look like a unicorn. The unicorn is a mythical creature found only in mythology and fairy tales.

As could be anticipated, this roe deer is nicknamed Unicorn.

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Must Blow 54: Reynaldo Gianecchini.

When I get to see Reynaldo Giannechini, or Giane as he is more fondly called in blogs and press releases, in the flesh I will be uttering a litany of apologies.

First, you must be the most handsome man alive but I cannot concede that because I am already committed to Alvin Patrimonio.

Second, you must objectively be the sexiest man alive but I cannot concede that because, as I said, I have already committed my heart and soul to Alvin Patrimonio.

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Third, I've tried a number of times to commit it to memory, but I still cannot spell your name right without revisiting your web site to check if I got it right. I am confused whether your last name is spelled with two ns or two cs. Thankfully, I got it right for this post.

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Fourth, just right the n and cs in your surname, I am sometimes confused whether you are from Brasil or from Venezuela. I have come to believe, as a gospel truth, that these two countries are havens of gods of physical beauty and you are no question one of them. Care to come down to earth and shower some beauty upon Manila?

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Fifth, sorry it took me a very long time before I finally blogged about you. I first encountered a picture of you about three years ago, when I started frequenting the web and used google as a regular service. I distinctly remember that because my heart stopped at that moment. And my mind went blank, too. With my organs ceasing to function, for a second I thought I have gone and seen an angel. Your eyes and smile are ethereal.

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Sixth, I don't know you well. All I know about you is that you are a model, a soap actor and, lately, an equally successful movie actor in your native country. I've tried to know more about you but most sites are in Portuguese (I believe that is your native tongue), which I don't speak. I have twelve units of Spanish classes behind me but that is not enough to help me through one paragraph of profile written in Portuguese. I always end up just admiring your photographs.

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Seventh, that I cannot commisserate with you that your marriage did not, as you must have pledged, last forever. Please don't take this personally. I just do not believe in marriage.

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Eighth, that I find pleasure in hearing news speculating about your sexuality. I'd love to hear that you are gay. Though, really, the chances are remote (even light years away), it gives me reason to hope.

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Ninth, I am not sure how you feel about being treated as a sex object but I treat you like one. You wouldn't believe how many sins your naked or half-naked photos have inspired in my dirty mind. Don't worry, though, you're still the top in my fantasies and I did not violate you in ways that you would not have approved or done willingly, if that is possible. I profer my lips and wait for you to take it and kiss me back. When I run my lips all over your body, I wait until after you nod your head or moan in assent. I let you make the decisions of what we will do. I make you take charge.

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Tenth, I notice that your looks have changed. You are not as young as when I first laid eyes on you but, believe me, you are still sexy and beautiful. The scruffy look is okay but clean-shaven is what I really prefer.

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Eleventh, that when I actually see you in the flesh, I will not be able to recite this litany and will have to refer you to this blog. As I think when we see each other face-to-face, my heart will again stop and my brain will cease to function. If that happens, I give you permission to give me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

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And if you don't like how my breath smells when that happens, I am sorry for that too.

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A Conversation With Quincy.

How did you know that I was gay?

It was the voice of Quincy. We were having dinner at Tempura after I picked him up from team practice. It was a holiday yesterday and we decided to spend the extra day together. Around one p.m. I picked him up at his house and then dropped him at their practice gym while I went to sweat myself in the gym. After three odd hours, we were together again for an early night meal.

It surprised me a little. It was a question that I did not suspect him to ask in public while waiters hover around us and there is a clink-clank of utensils on nearby tables. The restaurant was busy.

Because I've seen you alone in public places a lot of times. I saw you in Rockwell, alone. I saw you in Powerbooks, alone. I saw you in Greenhills, alone. I also once saw you in Katipunan, alone. And also because you still go to church with your mom, dad and sister.

How did that make me gay?

Because that has also been my life. There are times that I couldn't stand female company. There are times that I wanted to be alone. Because I used to believe that I will bump into that guy ---in the mall, at the gym, in the bookstore--- to whom I could reveal an aspect of myself that I haven't told anyone. I saw you a couple of times living my life and so I asked myself, is he also like me?

I answered honestly, but beside myself. This was not the mood I wanted our dinner to have. And I was still at a loss at why the topic suddenly came up. I had crossed my arms in front of me, waiting for any reaction or rebuttal on his part.

When did you know you were gay? Quincy was looking at me but the chopsticks on his right hand was fingering the sake sushi on the plate. There were only two pieces left, I wanted one for myself.

There was a quick mixture of smile and smirk on my face. It was a question which answer I have long ago formulated in my mind. It was a question that has never been asked me and so I did not really know how to answer it or where to begin.

I knew that I was gay when I was sixteen, fourth year high school. For years I have been observing myself, asking myself, theorizing myself, criticizing myself, justifying myself, agonizing myself. That was when I knew that I was the same as most of my classmates. I studied in an all-boy's school. But I have been gay for years before that. My earliest gay memory was when I was in grade one, only seven years old, and one afternoon I observed another boy in my level walk from one point of the school ground to another and note to myself that he was handsome. Something stirred in me, I think I had a crush on him there and then.

Do you remember the boy's name?

Yes. Christian Ray. We would be classmates later on for about seven years. But I never made a move on him. Other men followed -- Albert Martinez, Michael Locsin, Alvin Patrimonio. And boys from school.

I turned the table. How about you, when and how did you find out that you were gay?

About the same time. I would play basketball with my friends and in school ---I was a varsity player since grade five--- and I would catch myself watch my teammates dress and undress. Afterwards, I would use that memory when I masturbate. Later on, I would avoid showering in school for fear that my friends would catch and ridicule me.

Do you love Leslie?

Again, it was a question that I was not expecting last night. Where are all these questions coming from, I protested. Do you have any problem that you are not telling me?

None. I was just curious. He tried to look me straight in the eye as he said those lines.

Yes, I love Leslie. And I loved every woman that I have ever had a relationship with. I am not exactly gay -- a homosexual--- I consider myself bisexual. I still enjoy having sex with women. And you, do you enjoy it when you have sex with girls?

Well, I do. But sex is better with you.

I loved how Quincy's answer sounded and so I thought it was a perfect way to end that somehow eerie segment of our night. Quincy ate what remained of the sushi on our plate so I raised my right hand to call attention to a waiter and ask for the menu.

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Precious Find: Renato Amoroso Gallery.

.Ever since I saw him getting hammered in the ass by Dano Sulik in his introductory video, Personal Trainers, Renato Amoroso has instantly become one of my favorite Bel Ami and porn actors of all time. The reason is quite obvious, he has that boy-next-door looks and affection that has always made me swoon.

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I followed the career of Renato and bought all his following videos, such as Too Many Boys, Red Hot Chili Sex and Flings 2. I know he appeared in Freshmen and In Touch but I never got my hands on them. I have been scavenging for these issues since.

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Some two or three years ago, caediii published a gallery of Renato Amoroso's pictures as they appeared on Freshmen and In Touch as well as the outtakes that did not make it to the magazines. I intended to download the gallery but I made the mistake of postponing my endeavor. It was a mistake that I would regret until today. Two or three days after, when I had the time and the gusto to do the downloading, the gallery was gone. I do not know what happened. However, I suspect that caediii received a notice of some kind from the original publishers of the photo. Or that simply, his webhost does not allow the posting of Bel Ami pictures for the same fate would meet his Lukas Ridgeston gallery.

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I left a feedback in caediii's site begging for him to re-post the pictures. My cry was left unheeded. I looked for other sites that would be as bold as to publish Renato's naked glory, again to no avail.

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But earlier today, my luck changed. I googled for photos of Josh Elliot, another favorite, but when I clicked on one of the resultant photos, it also led me to a gallery devoted to Renato Amoroso. I could not believe my luck. I was like a knight of the templar stumbling upon the holy grail. It was a fulfillment of a lifelong search. It seemed.

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As a Belgian friend wrote me once, a horse does not stumble on the same spot twice. I learned from my previous mistake and damn if I would commit it again. Thus, with much urgency, I downloaded the pictures of Renato Amoroso.

The gallery included the photosets from Renato's appearances in In Touch and Freshmen. When I downloaded them, I classified the pics into three folders: Garden, Twink and Cave. The Garden series include similar pictures that I used in my Boracay reminiscence entitled This Must Already be Heaven. However, I was able to get hold of the full frontal shots.

I was so happy that I couldn't keep myself from writing about it today in my chronicle. I decided to post photos from the Cave series since these are new in my blog.

What a way to spend my day and begin this month! I wonder when Renato will make another magazine appearance that my eyes can feast on.

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Bonus Features. The site that I found (with texts that appear to be Polish or Russian) featured galleries of other porn actors and Bel Ami exclusives. Among them, I also downloaded the galleries of favorite top Brandon Manilow and Bel Ami's new superstar, Paul Valery.

Here is Brandon Manilow in one of his earlier photos:

And below is Paul Valery, star of Rebel and Flings 3, in his Freshmen debut:

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To Bi For 30: Keira Knightley.

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This is a very belated shout out that I am sending. But for whatever it is worth, I am still writing it today.

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One of my favorites films to come out in the past months is Atonement, the screen adaptation of what I consider to be Ian McEwan's best work to date. The film stars Keira Knightley (Cecilia Tallis) and James McAvoy (Robbie Turner) as the star-crossed lovers and Saoirse Ronan as the young and cunning Brioni Tallis. The film is directed by Joe Wright and features a cameo of veteran actress Vanessa Redgrave as the repentant and aging Brioni.

Bringing the Booker-shortlisted novel into the big screen is quite an ambitious undertaking. The story spans a long period of time, from the pre-adolescence of protagonist-narrator Brioni until her old age. It includes a war in which both Cecilia and Robbie served. But overall I think that Joe Wright succeeded in bringing the delicate material from the page to the screen. The adaptation was able to capture the spirit and mood of the novel and all the actors were able to give life to the character that McEwan imagined, presumptively as he imagined them.

McAvoy is a revelation in this film as a househelp who falls in love with his master's daughter. So was Ronan as the calculating Brioni. However, the actor that holds the movie together is none other than Keira Knightley. Whenever she sauntered onscreen, she takes control of it. She is Cecilia, in love with the socially-conflicted Robbie. She is Cecilia, frustrated by the lies of her little sister that parted her from the love of her life. She is Cecilia, devoted to a love that could never be fulfilled. She is Cecilia, the older sister who could not bring herself to totally condemn the inexplicable act of Brioni.

Gestures big and small made Keira give one of the best performances of the year. She did not even have to speak in most instances. She just had to watch as Robbie moved in order to show the depth and intensity of the love she was feeling. The last time this was done onscreen, it was Meryl Streep watching Clint Eastwood's truck drive away in The Bridges of Madison County.

I was quite disappointed when Keira did not get an Oscar nomination for this film. She was previously noticed by the Academy Awards in 2006 when she received a Best Actress nod for Pride and Prejudice. This time, only the BAFTA honored Keira with a nomination.

This is only the third character I've seen Keira play and the fifth film in which she starred. The only others I've seen are here turn as Guinevere in Arthur with Clive Owen and as the swashbuckling Elizabeth Swann in The Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy.

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Fresh Meat 05: Ronnie Kroell.

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It is an old lament how I am very rarely able to watch television. The only times that I am able to watch televsion are in the gym (while I do my cardio), at home (as I prepare myself to sleep) and on Saturdays (high gas prices sometimes is enough motivation to stay home). But at night I only get to watch the news and then The Late Show with David Letterman. The latter ends at about twelve in the evening and so there isn't any more decent programs after. Sometimes, I am even in deep slumber halfway through the show.

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Anyway, in one of the times that I am actually able to watch TV, I have made an instant favorite in Make Me a Supermodel. The reality show is hosted by male supermodel Tyson Beckford and features more than a dozen men and women vying to become, what else, a supermodel. The format is more Project Runway than America's Next Top Model.

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Among all the regular people aiming to become fashion icons and instant celebrities, I am cheering for Ronnie Kroell. This is a no-brainer, his boy-next-door image is just about automatic to get my attention and admiration. He gets my vote, by a far car, over fellow pretty boys Frankie and Cassie. Among the guys left, I detest arrogant Perry the most.

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Seeing Ronnie smile, smirk or offer a friendly advice to his roommate and fellow competitor, Ben, is just about enough to tune in to the show for an hour. Ronnie is down to earth and humble. He listens to the judges and improves himself by using the criticisms ---positive or negative--- that the judges throw his way.

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I googled Ronnie today and I was led to his account in MySpace. The testiomials and the photos posted on the site just shows that I am right about how nice and easily adorable Ronnie is. Also got these shirtless photos from his public profile. Nice pecs.

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Chace Crawford is Mr. April.

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For single-handedly peeking and sustaining my interest in the new tween show Gossip Girl, I am hailing young actor Chace Crawford as the fourth Mr. Month for 2008.

What do I like best about Chace? I cannot pinpoint exactly. This guy seems to be a conglomeration of everything I have been looking for in a boyfriend, buddy and boytoy. The fresh face. The hot body. The bushy eyebrows and perfect teeth. The humility he affects inside and outside his hit TV series. The deadpan expression that he registers to show emotion or the lack of it.

I have been watching Gossip Girl on and off and I must have seen ten episodes already. I have made some favorites, including the characters Nate Archibald (Chace) and Blair Waldorf (saucily played by Leighton Meester). Sometimes, I take interest in the love affair of Dan Humphrey (Penn Badgley) and Serena Van Der Wudsen (Blake Lively) as I can relate to their poor boy-rich girl dilemma but Dan is too good to be true.

On the other hand, Chace is able to give a likable and enigmatic performance as Nate, the young man born into wealth and privilege but knows those two things cannot be the measure of his happiness. He is credible when he cringes at the excesses of Blair and shortcomings of his parents as well as when he takes pleasure in the simple things, such as the company of friends and the admiration of his peers. This is a character ---and a portrayal--- that viewers can definitely relate to.

Gossip Girl recently premiered its new season. To promote the show, the cast was everywhere. I posted here appearances of the boys in MTV's Total Request Live in December of 2007. Chace, unshaved, still looks cute and adorable. The three guys also recently graced the cover of Out.

Chace now joins his best friend Taylor Kitsch (Mr. February) among the Mr. Month winners in my blog. The first trimester of the year is completed by Tyler Lough (Mr. January) and actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers (Mr. March). One of these four will emerge as the Man of the Year and succeed the reigning king, the project-slumbering Orlando Bloom.

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Dream Dick.

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Last night I dreamt that I was sucking a dick.

The dick was long, thick and white. It felt soft and tender in my mouth, but it was as turgid as it could be.

The dick had no owner. It didn't have a face. It didn't have a name. It was just a dick in my dream. An anonymous cock.

It came in my mouth. I savored its taste. I didn't spit the juice out.

This segment of my dream lasted for five minutes. Today I woke up hungry for a dick. Craving, actually.

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My Life as a List

Ten People to Spend Forever With.

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I have always wanted to include in this blog a feature of lists. I enjoy making lists ---top ten favorite books, favorite actors of all time, top ten moments in my life, twenty reasons not to get married, etc. For some reason, I never got to publish a list in this blog, and I have been writing here for more than two years.

Last night, while I was breaking sweat on the treadmill, a profound question suddenly sprung to my mind: If God tells me I can spend forever with ten people, who would I choose to spend it with? Difficult question, isn't it?

Four people were quick to be included in my list: my mom, my nephews DJ and Gabe, and Leslie. Leslie is simply the love of my life and though I have serious reservations about marriage and commitment, I would grab at any opportunity to always have her by my side and in my life. And no one and nothing else in this world makes me happier, more fulfilled or more loved than my two nephews. They are like mini-mes.

Filling up the other six spots was quite difficult. The first four are in the list because I love them immensely and more than anything in the world. What would be a good criteria for the other six? Simply, that they would be good companions for a lifetime of relationships, companionships and conversations. I slept over the idea and came up with the final list this morning.

Ten People to Spend Forever With:

1. My Mom

2. My nephew, DJ

3. My nephew, Gabe

4. My ex-girlfriend, Leslie

5. My cousin, Sheryl

6. My friend, Seph

7. My idol, Alvin Patrimonio

8. My forever crush, Mark Wahlberg

9. The girl of my dreams, Kate Hudson

10. My favorite writer alive, JD Salinger.

I included my cousin Sheryl because we can talk for hours and hours without noticing the time passing by. The same is true with Seph, we can stay at Starbucks or Coffee Bean until six o'clock in the morning just updating each other on what is new and reminiscing our adolescent experiences.

On the other hand, Alvin Patrimonio is my consummate idol. I have a lot of questions for him and I am sure even forever is not enough to pry those answers from this shy sports icon. I have a lot of favorite writers, but among those alive the one I'd want to ask about his philosophy and technique in writing is JD Salinger. Plus, the guy is a recluse so having him in my Island of Forever will not be a hassle.

And what is a lifetime of seclusion without entertainment? And so I am inviting my man-crush Mark Wahlberg and dream girl Kate Hudson from Hollywood. I had a real difficulty choosing between Kate and Rachel Bilson but since her sense of humor and down to earth nature seems more genuine, I chose the former.

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Delio's Full Monty.

Last night, I wavered on whether to go to the gym. I was too tired from work I thought it wouldn't be worthwhile. Whenever I feel sluggish, I find my workout to be not as productive as it normally would. And it was also already eight o'clock, it was too late to go to the gym, I reasoned.

In the end, I decided to go to the gym. And the reward that I got at the end of the day was more than enough for all the efforts I put through willing myself to run on the treadmill or to lift weights.

I retired at nearly ten o'clock and the gym was already preparing to close. It was nearly empty. In the locker room there were only three members left. One of the other two happened to be Delio. Needless to say, I was self-concious about undressing in his presence.

But something struck me as unusual in the situation. Delio doesn't shower after his workout. In the months that I have observed his comings and goings in the gym, he just gathers his things and packs up his bag from the locker room after his workouts. I know this for a fact because I was actually disgusted with the thought that he would still wear the same underwear that was already drenched in his sweat. Yikes.

But it seems that Delio has altered his routine and his hygiene. He now uses the sauna and then showers before leaving the gym. I have the same post-workout ceremonies. I spend five to ten minutes in the sauna or steam room to rest my body (especially my legs) after two hours of slaving in the gym. After that, I shower to refresh myself and prepare myself for bed.

Delio and I happened to us