The Long Weekend.

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Before I proceed with this blog, a clarification has first to be made. This post is intended for February 26. However, it is being written only today, March 2. I was overwhelmed with work last week that I was never able to write or finish a single journal entry. This is probably the first time in the last year that I wasn't able to update my blog for an entire week. Anyway, as is my practice, I am writing this entry as if it is only February 26 and the past week has not yet happened.

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Friday. Yehey! It was the first night of my long weekend. I had dinner with friends in a new Japanese restaurant in Timog, Quezon City. A friend recommended the place and I easily relented. I fasted the whole day, like a good Catholic, and intended to eat light for dinner.

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It didn't happen. I ate quite a lot and also failed to abstain as we ordered the usual chicken teriyaki and beef teppanyaki. I felt so sluggish, tired and sleepy during our dinner as I passed by the gym before joining my friends.

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Out of pure whim and to my utter surprise, I asked the group to proceed to someplace noisy after our dinner. I needed something to shock my system and lift my spirit. Otherwise, I would have been a bore and too tired to listen to them throughout the night. The guys brought their wives and girlfriends and I was the only single guy there. It was quite pointless to go to a single's bar with them so we ended up in a comedy bar called Laffline.

It was the very first time that I ever set foot in a comedy bar. It wasn't my cup of tea but that night I was the one who suggested the place to my friends. One couple was a regular in comedy bars and they suggested that we go to Laffline. Being the only single guy in the group, the others conspired against me and volunteered me to do some stunts and be "humiliated" on stage.

The experience was fun and not at all humiliating. A sexy comedienne, Kitkat, whom I was surprised to have a very foul mouth, was the one who did the humiliation. She just interviewed me about my sexual history, which I was half-honest to answer, and then asked me and two other guys to join her in a dance. As a reward, I got free passes for five persons the next time I visit the place. Not bad.

Being a lawyer paid off that night, too. The two gay hosts kept their hands off me as they were quite afraid that I would sue them though I felt the evil eye of one of them. I also got three numbers from girls who were quite smitten with me while I was onstage. They really cheered and clapped for me so approaching them after my "performance" and asking for their numbers wasn't at all difficult.

Saturday. I was too tired to even wake and get out of bed. Got home at three a.m. the previous night and so had to make up with some sleeping time. I skipped gym and, instead, accompanied one of my nephews to the hospital. He seriously hurt his foot during the week and since the wound's condition did not seem to approve, a visit to the doctor was the prudent thing.

Sunday. I went to the gym in the early afternoon. Afterwards, I went solo to watch Daybreak in Galleria. After about twenty minutes inside the theater, I had to stop myself from walking out. The script was excruciating, I couldn't believe that people --even gay people--- talk that way. I also find the characterization and the story development flawed. I couldn't swallow what the director and the scriptwriter were feeding me. The only things that kept me glued to my seat were the beautiful actors and the hope that the movie would only get better as the clock ticked on.

It was supposed to be a tryst between the gay lovers but I was really surprised that they did not immediately get it on the moment they were alone in the vacation house!!! It is not how things happen with me. The moment I get alone with a guy, all clothes are off and we are fucking like the reckless and lustful animals that we are. I also observed Paolo Rivero's face during the sex scene, when Coco Martin entered and fucked him. Paolo's face did not change! Certainly, this guy has not been fucked in the ass! His facial expression never changed. Either Coco's character has a really, really small and thin cock or that Paolo's character has an asshole as wide as the Suez Canal.

Though I saw the film because of Coco, I think he was out-acted by his co-star, Paolo Rivero. The latter was very effective as the closeted gay caught in the crossroads of choosing between living the life he has --with wife, career, and the acceptance of his family--- or the life he wants ---gay and living with the man he loves. Coco, on the other hand, was not as beautiful on the screen with his boatman's tan. His facial expression hardly ever changed during the movie. He lacked tension.

Monday. The best thing about this day being declared a non-working holiday is that I get to stay home and watch the Oscar's live telecast. There was confusion on my part as to which channel would carry the show so I was only able to tune in on the second half of the show.

The biggest surprise is finding out that Tilda Swinton won as Best Supporting Actress for her role in Michael Clayton. She edged out Cate Blanchett, who was one of the many Bob Dylans in I'm Not There. This is a grave injustice. A year from now, people will have forgotten about Swinton's role and the entire film while movielovers and critics will continue to marvel at Blanchett's portrayal in the next one hundred years.

Swinton's win also supports my theory that being George Clooney's friend and working with him really pays off. It may even translate to an Oscar trophy. This guy has Hollywood in the palm of his hands. I've seen his performance in Syriana and I really can't pick which part of it the Academy deemed as worthy of being honored the Best Supporting Performance of the year. Is it the simple fact that he grew a beard and played against type as a debonair leading man?

Clooney has quite a lot friends ---he has fucked a long way from his failed TV pilot days--- who never fail to ingratiate him and deliver the votes. He was behind Steven Soderberg's win as Best Director for Traffic in 2002 over Ridley Scott's Gladiator. This time, the Clooney machinery was able to deliver Oscar nominations for the Michael Clayton leads. Aside from Tilda, George got a Best Actor nod while Tom Wilkinson was nominated as Best Supporting Actor.

It was only the second time in Oscar history that no American actor took home a trophy. British actor Daniel Day Lewis won as Best Actor for There Will Be Blood, French actress Marion Cotillard drew an upset by winning Best Actress for La Vie En Rose while Spanish actor Javier Bardem ended up with the Best Supporting Actor trophy for his portrayal in No Country for Old Men.

I only watched the show out of personal tradition. I've always watched it since 1990 and sometimes even absented myself from work or school just to be able to do so. This year, I wasn't cheering for any particular film as I didn't see the films in principal contention. I have seen none of the best picture nominees though I am eager to see Atonement once it is shown in the country. I have read the book by Ian McEwan three or four years back and it is, to me, his best book so far. But I secretly rooted for Johnny Depp in Sweeney Todd and Paul Thomas Anderson for There Will Be Blood. Boogie Nights and Magnolia are two of the well-crafted films in the last decade and PT Anderson deserves the recognition as an exceptional filmmaker.

All in all, the awarding ceremony was uninteresting and a bore. Jon Stewart lacked excitement and pep. The jokes lacked sting. Even the song numbers from Enchanted failed to entertain. The speeches were forgettable, except the simple "thank yous" uttered by Ethan Coen for the three times he collected trophies for No Country and Scott Rudin thanking his life partner.

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Golden Blow: David Beckham.
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Let us say that a search is made, a competition, of the most beautiful man in the world. The standard, strictly, is male beauty. Not handsomeness or sexiness. Not intelligence or flair or style. Simple male beauty, the exact opposite of what people think when confronted with the concept of female beauty. The pretty face, perfect skin, kissable lips and angel eyes. The vulnerability and innocence, the dominance and submission, the strength and the softness. Who do I think will win? Who do I think will win by a mile?

My answer is quick. David Beckham.

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David Beckham is one of the most famous superstars and recognizable icons of our time. He distinguished himself by being a successful soccer player in England. He represented his country in several World Cup tournaments since his late teens and during the last meet, earned the honor of being the only person to score goals in all four of his World Cup tours of duty. He has made a round of several soccer teams and leagues. Along the way, he earned several championships, the respect of his peers and the admiration of his countless fans. He has donned the uniforms of Real Madrid and Manchester United. He has played in England and in Spain. He is well known for the free kick that is certain to earn a point for his team.

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Last year, in the twilight of his career, Beckham made his controversial move from Europe to the United States to play with the Los Angeles Galaxy. At the end of his first season in American pro soccer, all David delivered to the team that signed him a multi-million dollar contract was a single goal.

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When I came to know of David Beckham, the name and the face were first. The sport came later. While I've heard or seen from ESPN and other cable channels or read in sports magazines that he is a venerable soccer player, I never came to see him play. But I saw him in magazines and newspapers. I saw his product advertisements and his paparazzi pictures.

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Thus, it was to brand Beckham that I was first introduced. His Pepsi advertisements, his Motorola posters, the Disneyland ads. The lavish lifestyle he shares with wife Victroria Beckham (Posh Spice of the defunct Spice Girls) and the twenty or so changes in hairstyle that the guy has had in the last century and a half. And how could I forget the shirtless pictures that the paparazzi have made a living of!

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Like everyone else who is rarely able to resist the lure of pop culture, I liked and welcomed Beckham. At times I also call him Becks. Why can't I when he is so easy on the eyes? Why can't I when this guy is so, so, sooooo beautiful?

Some people bent on keeping the gender distinctions clear would correct me and say that Becks isn't beautiful, he is appropriately handsome. That may or may not be true for them. But for me, I find it difficult to associate handsomeness with Beckham but I am easily able to find him beautiful.

The reason, I think, is that I am hardly able to detect or appreciate any masculinity on the part of Beckham. I do not imply or even myself suppose that Beckham is gay. The fact is, I truly believe that the guy is straight, his metrosexuality notwithstanding. The only point of doubt on my part is his association with Tom Cruise. Sometimes I imagine that the two couples together swap spouses. Tom and Becks in one bedroom. Katie and Victoria in the other. Hmm hmm. Eyes wide shut.

Becks is beautiful. He has great eyes that are twinkly and childish. The nose is as feminine as Cindy Crawford's. His mouth is as kissable as Jessica Alba's.

I would have featured Becks in my blog long ago, as a Must Blow or a SpeciMen, but some things made me reconsider. Sometimes, I dislike Beckham for his vanity and his thin voice (the UNICEF ad was a real turn-of) but mostly because he is married to Victoria. But now, the temptation of titling this piece as Golden Blow to mark the nomination of my fiftieth Must Blow guy is too great to resist.

The propensity of Beckham to flaunt and pimp his beautiful face and slightly equally beautiful body is another argument for considering David as feminine. I don't know any other guy who gets pleasure from such sheer exposure. Others, like Kevin Federline or Brody Jenner, do it for the notoriety or the promise of a bright showbiz career. David needs none of it as he is already David Beckham. It is, I believe, the sheer nakedness and flaunting and exposure that gets him hot for these.

Back to the Search for the World's Most Beautiful Man. Do I think he will join the contest? Of course. It appeals to his sense of vanity and his proclivity for exposure. He would love the competition and the title. He will dress up his missus and his three handsome sons and attend the coronation night. He will proudly wear the crown and walk around the stage and wave his hands dutifully as the photographers click for photos. Becks will also eagerly wait for the tabloid issues of the following day, cut the clippings and endlessly admire how beautiful he looked.

When America went gaga with David's transfer to the US, I really thought that they were committing the mistake of thinking or believing that he will be able to make soccer a major sport in their country. The best days of Beckham the soccer player are behind him. What crossed an ocean to play with the Galaxy was nothing other than a celebrity. One who will smile for the cameras, sign autographs and cut ceremonial ribbons.

Oh, he will also take off his shirt to a sellout crowd in the stadium.

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What I am Not Doing or Having.

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These are the things that I have not been doing or having at the moment. The list is representative of how my everyday life is being lived so far this 2008.

1. Dating. I am presently out of a relationship. More accurately, three relationships. Quincy and I have stopped seeing each other. Leslie left for Italy. And my relationship with Rachel imploded during the brief time that Leslie returned to the Philippines and I acted like a dutiful ex-boyfriend with closure problems. Guilty as charged.

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2. Sex. In my gym bag there are three packs of condoms ---all ribbed, flavored, extra-sensitive and self-lubricating. And most tellingly, unused. I need to get laid. Since I am not dating or seriously seeing anyone, I am already considering mindless anonymous sex. I will be cruising bars soon. I can already picture myself.

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3. Masturbating. This should be an option, considering 1 and 2 above, but I have been "sober" for at least six days.

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4. Watching movies just because my crush is in the cast. Jumper opened in theaters last week. Even if Rachel Bilson plays a major role in the film, it has not been enough for me to include it in my social calendar. Ditto with Over Her Dead Body with Eva Longoria. What I do want to watch is Juno, which I think did not last longer than a week in theaters. Sigh.

5. Watching the PBA finals. Purefoods makes it again in this year's All-Filipino Conference. It is its 12th entry in the All-Filipino finals and the franchise's 20th appearance in a finals series in its 20th year in the league. The team lost the first two games against Sta. Lucia but was able to bounce back in last night's Game 3. I have been trying to get hold of tickets for games 4 and 5 but all that is available are upper box, first-come first-served tickets. It is better to watch the game on TV, then.

6. Watching the Maroon 5 concert. This is an act that I have been very excited to see. But since I have no date, I have decided to skip it. This may be the only chance I'll have of being up close with Adam Levine (Must Blow 43)and it's not gonna happen.

7. Watching American Idol religiously. The time slot has prevented me from following the competition this year. Last night, I was able to catch the replay while doing my cardio exercises in the gym. None of the guy's performances really impressed me. This early in the competition, the only things I can bet on is that Luke Menard is the hottest guy in the pool but will be eliminated early and that pretty boy David Archuleta is gay.

8. Watching Pinoy Idol. I watched all the episodes of last year's Philippine Idol --from the auditions until Mau Marcelo was crowned. The new station carrying the second season has announced the new line-up of host and judges. Raymond Gutierrez. Unimpressive. Jolina Magdangal. Shallow. Ogie Alcasid. Annoying. I am skipping the competition this year.

9. Trading on eBay. No time to post the extra toys that I used to sell online.

What have I been doing? Waking up in the morning, going to work, blogging, going to the gym, watching The Late Show with David Letterman, dinner with friends, shopping and beefing up my wardrobe, sleeping for five short hours. It's been routine lately.

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Exultation.

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I went home last night with my heart leaping in boundless joy.

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There was a certain air of excitement in the office yesterday afternoon. The secretary of my boss was all smiles when I passed by her desk. The junior partner likewise greeted me with joy that was a bit more than the usual. It did not take long before the cause of such jolly reached my desk. We received notice from the Supreme Court dismissing two criminal cases against a client whose defense I am handling.
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When the news was relayed to me, I could see in the secretary's eyes that she was expecting me to jump for joy or break into a celebratory dance. I didn't. Though I was a bit surprised that the highest court reversed the ruling of the trial court, I just chalked it up as another win. One among the many. Another case closed. Another folder to place in the archive of the office. Another client who will walk out of my professional life.

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I was happy with the win but it was hardly enough to move me to dance. Even if, granted, I don't really dance. At all.

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The significance of the win took time to dawn on me. It was only after reading the decision that I felt the joy and excitement that everyone else was feeling. And after it entered my system, it creeped all over me that it made my body shiver, my hair rise and my heart beat fast. Before I finished reading the Supreme Court's resolution, a smile has formed on my face, from ear to ear, and I have begun to think that the win is special.

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The win is personally special for the following reasons. First, the Supreme Court adopted the very line of reasoning that I espoused and it was as if they simply copied the allegations in our petition. Second, all five justices concurred in the decision without anyone registering a dissent. Third, in the decision, the tribunal made extensive citations and quotations of my cross-examinations of the witnesses for the prosecution. This is a coup de grace as I did not include these quotations in my own pleading, having forgotten to have made such points myself. Also, the case was handled by the most senior litigator in the firm and myself and the Supreme Court saw more exculpatory points in my cross. Ha ha. Fourth, with the way that the decision is written, there is a very good chance that it will be published in the prestigious SCRA and my name will be there too ---a first time for me. Lastly, the case was decided on the merits and I am 100% sure that no money or any kind of favor exchanged between our client or office and the justices.
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It was a personal triumph. A testament to the quality of my legal practice. And the office beamed in pride and happiness for me. I was exultant.
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A few minutes after I finished reading, the senior partner entered my cubicle to congratulate me. He acknowledged that I single-handedly delivered the win to the client and the firm. Again, ha ha.

Even in the car, as I drove home, I was beaming from the decision of the Supreme Court. This morning, I received a call from the exonerated client thanking and congratulating me. I congratulated him also that a thorn on his back was removed. He can now return to a normal life without the hassles incumbent in a court case. He also invited me to a victory party that he will be throwing out.

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I am so happy for this client. He is a person worth defending. He always believed that I could help him even if at times the decisions of the trial court were unfavorable to us and though at times my lack of experience surfaces. He also respects and treats me as an equal even though he is far older than I am. And though he is a very successful businessman and former government officer, he never treated me like his pawn or slave and never looked down on me, unlike most rich bitches.

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I wanted to celebrate last night but when I left the office it was already nine o'clock and I wanted to catch Ugly Betty on TV. Also, there wasn't a special someone that I could haul to a dinner and some wine. Leslie has left for Italy. I haven't contacted Quincy in more than a month. And I had too much pride to grovel in the doorstep of Rachel's house in the aftermath of my professional success. If our encounter didn't go well, it would have ruined the whole evening for me.

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So for lack of anyone else to celebrate the win, I have chosen to share it with the Men of the Year for 2007 and 2008, Julian Fantechi and Orlando Bloom. As I said, even if there is a new MOTY winner, I will continue to feature Julian of the Day. That dick goes well with chilled red wine. Like porterhouse steak. Or maybe I'll scatter salt on his body to go with my favorite Cuervo Especial.

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Here comes Orly picking me up from the office. Bye bye.

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Porn and High Fashion.

Like most porn aficionados, I am used to seeing my Bel Ami boys buck naked. I also prefer them that way. After all, it is porn. It would be weird to have them running around and fucking in videos fully clothed. It is like buying a swimsuit edition of Playboy. Or Playgirl.

Absurd.

Even surreal.

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I have been a loyal consumer of Bel Ami videos for about seven or eight years now. With the regularity with which I follow the release of its videos, I can easily identify the actors/models with just a puzzle piece of their bodies. I am familiar with the blue eyes and curly hair of Lukas Ridgeton, the wide and full pecs of Max Orloff, the soft belly of Sebastian Bonnet and the scar on the waist of Davy Paxton.

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And don't get me started with their cocks. I can easily pick out the veiny one owned by Matt Philippe and the well-endowed member of Orloff. Or Tommy Hansen's dick, which is both veiny, thick and long.

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I dont't need a headshot to know who's doing what on the screen. I know these guys like the back of my hands.

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About a few weeks ago, I googled for photos of Rick Fontana, a Bel Ami regular that I have now grown fond of. In the course of my surfing and clicking, I ended up in a site featuring pictures of some Bel Ami guys appearing to be modelling in fashion shoots. I was caught off guard. It was different. I barely see these guys clothed, and here they are wearing clothes. Beautiful, expensive clothes.

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The site also provides names opposite the known names of the porn stars. I do not know if these are the real (birth) names of these guys or mere aliases that they use when they do fashion modelling. I don't even know if these pictures were indeed released as advertisements or simply staged by Bel Ami. The site I landed in was in a language unknown to me.

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Anyway, here are the names of the guys:

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Davy Paxton - David Hlavac

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Ethan Clarke - Filip Simcik

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Jason Paradis - Jiri Hochsmann

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Josh Elliot - Tomas Lachs

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Mark Aubrey - Roman Konvalina

Rick Fontana - Petr Smahaj

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I only included photos of my favorites, Josh, Davy and Rick. I'll post those of the other three studs another time.

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Can these guys give Evandro Soldati and Chad White a run for their money? I think it is an even fight.

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I originally intended to entitle this post as Bel Ami Boys Do High Fashion but it comes out too long and ruins my lay-out, so I had to change the title. I think the shorter title still fits.

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Celebrity Radar. Speaking of beautiful young men, I saw Jake Cuenca last Sunday.

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I was adjusting my car in the parking lot and preparing to go to the gym when I spotted a handsome hunk pass by my windshield. It was very early, not even eleven o'clock in the morning (considering that I was up til 2 am the previous night), but the sight of him certainly woke me up. I only had a glance of his right profile and an eyeful of his round ass walking away from me but I was sure it was him, Jake Cuenca. After all, don't I have his crotch-feeling photo as the last two weeks' Hotshot?

Should I follow him was the next question that came to mind. However, by the time I got out of my car, he was already gone. Still, I had an inkling that he went where I was going: to the gym.

And I was right, he was in the lobby when I walked in. All I could do was admire how smooth and faultless his skin seemed and how strong his shoulders appeared beneath the fitting plain white t-shirt he was wearing. I shortly considered asking for a photo-op but I instantly got hold of my better self and did not stoop to the level of a fan.

Unfortunately, I did not see Jake undress in the locker room. It would have caused me an instant heart attack. He did not workout that morning. He just bought a morning shot of protein shake and then quickly exited the gym.

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Proposition 08-01.

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Here is a piece of legislation that I think is very relevant and necessary for legislative bodies all over the world to enact..

P R E A M B L E

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Whereas, Valentine's Day and the days leading to it create an atmosphere and period of anxiety, loneliness, and, even sometimes, depression and pain among unattached, recently singled or perpetually single persons.

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Whereas, the State acknowledges its moral and legal duty to safeguard the health, welfare and enjoyment of every individual, not only those who are happily married or in a blissful relationship, whether legitimate or illegitimate, but equally of unattached, recently singled or perpetually single persons.

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Whereas, the State acknowledges the political, economic, commercial, social and moral contributions of unattached, recently singled or perpetually single persons.

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Whereas, in order to alleviate the anxiety, loneliness, depression or pain felt by unattached, recently singled or perpetually singled persons on Valentine's Day and the days leading to it, there is a need to appoint and set aside a date for them to celebrate, be comforted or, in certain desparate cases, be given the occasion to celebrate the illusion that they are being loved.

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Now, therefore, in consideration of the above premises, this Act is being enacted to provide as follows.

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SINGLE'S DAY ACT OF 2008

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Section 1. Short Title. - This Act shall be known as "The Single's Day Act of 2008".

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Section 2. Policy of the Law. - It is the policy of this law to make unattached, recently singled or perpetually single persons happy and intoxicated on February 13 so that they will become oblivious to the significance or happenings of the following day and protect them from the unnecessary anxiety and troubles ensuing from or related to Valentine's Day.

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Section 3. Scope of Law. - February 13 of each year is hereby appointed, set aside, and shall thereafter be known as Single's Day, a legal non-working holiday for all unattached, recently singled or perpetually single persons.

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Section 4. Benefits Under the Law. - All persons claiming benefits under this law shall obtain a certification from their city or municipality of residence, or their school's guidance counselor or workplace's human resources manager, or any duly licensed psychiatrist that: (1) he/she is not dating any person at least ten (10) days prior to February 14; (2) he/she was recently dumped by his/her girlfriend or boyfriend; (3) a relationship previously existing was terminated by legal proceedings (such as annulment, divorce, legal separation, etc.), or death or incapacity by the other person; (4) has never courted or never been courted by any person since birth; or (5) any circumstance or condition similar or analogous to the above. Provided that persons in virtual relationships such as chat/ym partners, textmates, phonepals and penpals may avail of the benefits herein as long as they have not ascertained the identity of their partner, textmate, phonepal or penpal and has not had an "EB" or "eyeball" meeting with the other party.

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All persons qualified under the preceding paragraph shall be entitled to the following rights and privileges:

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(a) To be absent with pay from the office, workplace or business or be absent without penalty from school;

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(b) If the person reports to the office, workplace or business, the right to be left alone without being asked whether he/she will have a date on Valentine's Day and how such day will be celebrated, whether such line of query is made seriously or in jest, and to be paid wages equivalent to 143% of his/her daily rate;

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If the student reports to school, the right not to be called for recitation or to answer seatworks or quizzes, or be compelled to participate in school programs or activities related to Valentine's Day;

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(c) A discount of thirty percent (30%) for all goods or services in all establishments that the person will buy or avail as a gift to himself/herself. Provided that if a person dines in a restaurant or watches a movie, concert or event alone, the establishment, its officers, agents, employees or representatives shall not make faces, throw knowing looks, sneer, jeer or otherwise act judgmentally or condescendingly but shall continue to act towards the person as if going out alone is a normal occurrence or matter.

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(d) To avail of the services of a prostitute or sex worker on such day without interference from agents of the law or fear of reprisal, punishment, or any form of social retribution;

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(e) To be absent from the office, workplace, business or school on the following day, February 14, on the ground of intoxication, fatigue or over-partying.

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Section 5. Duty of School or Employer. A school or employer shall provide free and mandatory psychiatric evaluation and matchmaking services to all persons who shall avail of the benefits under this law for five (5) consecutive years without hope of being hooked up or entering a relationship.

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Section 6. Penal Provisions. The following acts are prohibited and shall be punished by a fine of not less than Five Thousand Pesos (P 5,000.00) but not more than Fifty Thousand Pesos (P 50,000.00) or imprisonment of not less than ten (10) days but not more than thirty (30) days, at the discretion of the trial court:

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(a) Making it appear that he/she is entitled to the benefits of this law when he/she is in fact in a happy, serious or committed relationship;

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(b) Breaking up with, obtaining a divorce, annulment or legal separation, or killing a partner in order to avail of the benefits under this Act;

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(c) For schools, employers, places of business and establishment, any failure to extend the rights enumerated in Section 4 and 5 hereof; and

(d) Public exhibition or broadcast of romantic or romantic-comedy films such as Sleepless in Seattle, My Best Friend's Wedding, etc.

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Enacted this 14th day of February 2008.
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2008 Man of the Year.

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Tomorrow is Valentine's day. Unless a very gorgeous guy looking like Brandon Routh falls from the sky onto my backyard or a temptress like Angelina Jolie in Beowulf forms from mist before my very eyes, I will be dateless. Again. No Quincy, Rachel or Leslie to celebrate the day.

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Happiness is a state of mind. And so is being in or out of a relationship. So, instead of sulking over the fact that I would probably be spending tomorrow evening in front of the television, I have decided to make a date with an ideal man.

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Yesterday, I arrived at a decision upon whom to bestow the title of Man of the Year. The first winner in this site is Playgirl favorite Julian Fantechi (2007). But if I made an announcement two years before, it would have been porn superstar Pavel Novotny (aka Max Orloff). Somehow, I never got to publish that blog entry.

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The pool of nominees for this year represents the various guys who preoccupied me from different fields such as film, music, porn videos, print media and the internet. They are: Jensen Ackels, Joey Amis, Orlando Bloom, JC De Vera, Josh Elliot, Chris Evans, Julian Fantechi, Jake Gyllenhaal, Leighton Stultz and Chad White. They are the Men of 2007. A couple of weeks ago, I narrowed the choices to five, between Ackles, Bloom, Evans, Gyllenhaal and White.

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The winner, I will consider my virtual date for Valentine.

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Over the other guys, I have picked Orlando Bloom as 2008's Man of the Year. I previously inducted him in my SpeciMen honor roll, together with the best actors of his generation, Gyllenhaal and Gael Garcia Bernal. He also barely made it in my Men of 2006 slate.

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In the past couple of years, Orlando is one of the busiest and most visible actors. He started wowwing audiences by playing the delicately beautiful and golden haired Legolas in The Lord of the Rings trilogy. In the middle of the release of the three films, he appeared with a short role in Ridley Scott's Black Hawk Down.

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But minor roles is not what Orlando was born to play. He had "star" written all over him. Thus, except for that role in Black Hawk, Orlando essayed marquee characters in Ned Kelly, The Calcium Kid, The Pirates of the Caribbean (his second blockbuster franchise), Troy, Elizabethtown and Kingdom of Heaven. Sure, he played second banana again in Pirates and Troy but they were starred by Johnny Depp and Brad Pitt, not Josh Hartnett.

Movie fans went gaga over Bloom as early as the release of Rings. From the multitude of hunks that appeared in the trilogy, women picked him above everyone else. I did not understand what the hoopla was about and never jumped into the bandwagon. Personally, I still harbored a childish crush over Elijah Wood (Frodo) and was smitten by the rugged looks of Viggo Mortensen as the ranger, Aragorn.

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It took Troy, Pirates of the Caribbean and the stills from Elizabethtown for me to warm up to Orlando. After he shed off the golden mane and gained a couple of pounds to stuff his thin physique, after he put on the armor of Paris (in Troy) and competed in a beauty pageant with Pitt and Eric Bana on screen, and after he wooed Keira Knightley and Kirsten Dunst on film, I finally appreciated how much of a romeo Orlando could be, or is.

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At World's End is one of my favorite movies from last year. Critics and American audience were not as delighted with this last installment of Disney's explosive blockbuster but I found it the most entertaining movie of that year.

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This year, I've gone from Mark Wahlberg to Orlando Bloom when thinking of a Hollywood boyfriend. Orlando is just about my age and we share a sense of adventure and a zest for life. I think we'll enjoy each other's company. (I wish.)

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Presently, Orlando is taking a sabbatical from acting. I checked imdb and the site does not list any film of Orlando either in production or awaiting release. A few weeks back, I saw him guest in Larry King, speaking about global warming. Environmentalism and averting global warming are two causes that he is presently spending time on.

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Congratulations, Orlando. Actor, environmental protection advocate, Man of the Year, valentine date. Ha ha ha.

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Addendum. I got this picture of Orlando. The actor decided to grow a thin mustache ala Errol Flynn. Bloggers panned him for this new look but I like it. Very sexy and mature.

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The Runner-Ups. It was by no means an easy victory for Orlando. It was a close fight between him and TV actor Jensen Ackles and body beautiful Chad White. Anyone of them could just have ended with the title.

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Jensen single-handedly made Supernatural my favorite TV show. He is not only beautiful, he also lends credibility to the show by his dead pan acting reminiscent of The X Files' David Duchovny. Everytime I watch him ---I bought the DVD just so I could ogle over him and Jared Padalecki at will--- I am so overwhelmed by a crush that just glues me into the show.

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On the other hand, if lust is the sole category by which I would have proclaimed the winner, Chad White would have ran away with the crown. No other guy in the last year featured in my fantasies more than Chad. He has the perfect body that is my inspiration and my aim whenever I sweat in the gym. What I wouldn't do for the chance to lick his body all over.

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Completing the Pair. I would have dated reigning Woman of the Year Jessica Alba but her current physical condition prevents her from spending late hours and drinking wine. Just last month, she announced that she is pregnant with her first child.

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Now I have it, Bloom and Alba as my man and woman of the year. Time to contact their agents and arrange a threesome.

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Julian of the Day. Orlando takes over as the king of this blog from last year's honoree, Playgirl centerfold and also MOTY winner, Julian Fantechi.

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Orlando and Julian look very different from each other yet both represent the spectrum of my guy types ---from the innocent-looking pretty boy next door to the unreachable and ripped gym buff.

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What do they have in common? Both are handsome, clean-looking and sympatico.

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Fresh Meat 02: Keeley Hazell.

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To start this month's blog, I made space for the list of 99 sexiest women of the year released by AskMen.com. I am a regular visitor to this site, I participated in the survey and somehow rejoiced at finding how well some of the women I voted for fared.

As I earlier wrote, I ran through the list ---spending about half an hour of my life waiting for the pictures to download and reading the write ups of who they were (some were relative unknowns) and what made them get in the list.

Among the many new women I encountered in the feature, the one that most striked me goes by the very very unusual name of Keeley Hazell. I have never known or heard a woman named Keeley before, nor surnamed Hazell. I have never even read Hazell spelled with two Ls.

Of course, I downloaded all five photos that I found on AskMen. I didn't want to bungle the opportunity. After all, access was free of charge.

From the short bio provided by AskMen, I gathered that Keeley is English, that she is a model and that she started her career by winning a contest in The Sun.

I googled today to find out more about Keeley. Young as her career is, she already has her own site, keeleyhazell.com. From the site, I found out that she is only twenty-one years old (born September 18, 1986) and that she is a staple in sexiest women's lists. She was previously honored by FHM. She has also appeared on the covers of Maxim, Loaded, Arena and FHM, among a number of magazines.

Earlier, Keeley was chosen by Sony to be the face of its new Playstation 3 Edition Formula One 06. Sony sure does now how to keep guys buying those new games.

With her on the cover, guys will certainly play with more than just one joystick. He he.

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The Social Calendar. I have been going to the movies more regularly this year than in any other year. Or at least in the past few weeks. In the absence of Leslie, Quincy or Rachel to join me, I have been shuffling my friends, hopping from one group to the next during the weekends.

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Last Friday, I saw The Bucket List, a drama starring veterans Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. Nicholson already has three Oscars for One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Terms of Endearment and As Good as It Gets while Freeman won for Million Dollar Baby just a couple of years back. Between them, they have garnered about a dozen Oscar nominations for best actor and best supporting actor.

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With the casting of heavyweights Nicholson and Freeman, I really expected a lot from the film. Though I enjoyed the one hundred minutes that I spent inside the cinema, I still felt shortchanged. There was nothing special about the film, just two guys having fun while waiting for death to claim them.

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Hot Again.

There is an exciting new development on Philippine television. At least three cable channels have made their crossover to free tv. Starting 2008, ETC, C/S (Crime/Suspense) and Jack TV 2nd Avenue can be viewed without need of subscribing to cable services. Hooray!!!

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At least one show and channel has changed my late night viewing habit. From Tuesday to Saturday, I end my nights by watching a replay of the day's U.S. episode of The Late Show with David Letterman. I have always found Letterman funny ---over and above Jay Leno, Jon Stewart and all other hosts of similar shows--- and whenever I had the chance, tune in to his show. Some years ago, The Late Show was carried on E! and I watched everytime, just after late night news. Now I have an old habit back.

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Last Wednesday, Letterman had actor Matthew McConaughey (Must Blow 06) as one of his guests. He was there to promote his latest film, Fool's Gold. This is his return collaboration with Kate Hudson (To Bi For 02) after their hugely successful romantic flick, How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days, which I still watch in DVD.

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I have always found Matthew a fascinating and accommodating interview subje