Ceelo Green

Ceelo Green is in the house mofos.

Selling Books

As a resolution for the new year, I will seriously undertake my bookselling project to make money. I am in a quandary for sometime checking out viable ways to augment my shrinking beer money and other shites. For the past year, my cousin Ian and my friends were the sole reason why the magic liquid continues to flow in my veins.

I however still do not know how to market the books stuck in my house. I think I have a fairly good titles and authors that are good for book collectors and private libraries. For starters, I have brand new copies of Hermann Hesse's Siddharta and I am selling it for P180 each. It is priced low compared to the bookstore chains' P259 price.

It is one book that I really want to sell and share because of its buddha story and how it was written. A timeless classic that readers will enjoy. No shit. You will enjoy it or else you are a stupid motherfucker. Buy it so I can also enjoy my beer.

I am also selling Thich Naht Hanh's Being Peace for P120 each. The famous Vietnamese Zen Master who talks of zen and meditation in simple and practical ways. Ken Wilber' Up from Eden is up for P280. I hope I can post all the titles and the prices but the upload is just so slow.

I have to think of a way. A facebook account for the books maybe? Ive tried Multiply but it is just not feasible for me to maintain. Laos na ata yun. Hohum.

My Life with the Indigo Girls

I have been trying to list down my top 10 bands of all time while looking after Paco at home when my thoughts hanged as I listened to ‘Hammer and a Nail’ of the Indigo Girls. I first met Amy Ray and Emily Saliers in 1994 when I was checking out cassette tapes during the yuletide season at Isetann Cubao. Of all places, it was in Isetann Cubao when a saleslady recommended that I listen to Indigo Girls after getting a Tanika Tikaram tape. Feeling humble and kind due to the season, I delayed my usual snotty judgment and asked her to play the tape. A solid guitar rhythm reverberated in the Isetann music station that immediately hit me and changed my life forever. It was love at first hear, if there is such a shit.

Indigo Girls’ Rites of Passage album redefined my musicscape. Their melody and lyricism weaves well with the steady folk rock genre that connects well with my advocacies and principles in life. I got almost all of their albums and even shelled hard earned dough to score their original two CD live album that I have to order in Greenhills shopping center around 1997 or 1998 and wait for two to three weeks. It was well worth it.

I got an original Rites of Passage CD and had the chance listening to it along the Nevada-Arizona interstate waxing romantic just imagining my two music goddess trod the same lands they cherish and love through their music. Their activism on environment and peoples’ issues all the more raised my appreciation of these musicians who continues to enjoy their struggle for a better world. Let it be Me from the Rites of Passage album is one of my all time favorites. It is a prayerful song of a person sincerely trying to serve well and act well for the people and the environment.

I loved them even before the mushy “Power of Two” song (Swamp Ophelia) that could have raised their bar in the popular music scene in the Philippines. It was viciously played in the radios in the late 1990s with the song even reaching primetime noontime television sang in duet by the latest love teams of the land. The song however did not make a dent to give Indigo Girls that needed fame in the country that might have made them consider doing a concert in the Philippines.

From my deep down emotions on love, pain, happiness, to my advocacies and angst in this world, my life’s MTV revolves around Indigo Girls music.

I am lucky to be alive during their time.

Romance in the new Year

Its the new year and what better way to start by reading a book. I somehow hibernated from reading during the yuletide season and focused on being with the family bonding and doing shit with the boys. So, to jump start my reading again, I got hold of a book from my mother's book pile and just started reading and reading and reading and saw the title after intense reading about a man who wants to hire an assistant to take care of his shit and stuff while he works hard for the money. hold your breath....the title, motherfuckers, is "The Bachelor's Stand-in Wife" by Susan Crosby, a writer who is sure to please, according to the cover of her book. It gloriously proclaim that it is a special edition book and is included in the Wife-for-hire series of Silhouette.

I checked out the blurb and found this:

Tycoon David Falcon needed a wife.

Not someone to actually marry, but a superefficient, multitasking woman who'd keep his household humming along smoothly. Single mother Valerie Sinclair seemed the ideal candidate. Until an evening out led to an unexpected kiss.

Organizing the businessman's hectic life was one thing. Wanting to share his life wasn't part of the deal. But once Valerie got a taste of being David's girlfriend - even for just one night - how could she go back to being his stand-in spouse?

Valerie Sinclair got the job and did her best to give her daughter a sense of stability in their otherwise free-flowing not so stable life (I get it that if you are not financially capable of maintaining some caprice in life, then life is indeed shit). David Falcon is sleek and sensible and responsible and good. A clean, rich man whose penis was even described briefly when he went skinny dipping in his pool while Valerie was peeping from her bathroom. But for the record, Valerie's boobs was also described as normal, not big nor small and can perfectly fit David's hand (from David's own measure when checking out Valerie from afar, before they screwed each other).

She worked perfect and even her daughter Hannah loved to stay in the place. Valerie's strong stance to deal with her problems by herself sent conflicting message to David who she loved but was afraid to show because of her past experience having screwed her mother's boss' son and was treated shabbily when she got pregnant. David was also afraid of committing because of his past experience when his parents divorced.

But a good fuck can make the world go round. The sexual tension between them was consummated when the man inserted his penis to the woman's vagina and they kissed. They did it (clap your hand motherfuckers! clap! clap! clap! But what is the sound of one hand clapping?) but initially relegated it as an act of two perfectly healthy individuals who wants to let go off some steam. But David the man did not sleep well one night and was enlightened by the fact that he really loved Valerie, his personal assistant (whom he already screwed a couple of times) and said that he wants to marry the woman. So he had some landscaping done in the garden as a sign of his love and they told Valerie's daughter that they will get married. That is all I remember. It is a love story from Silhouette. It is like Sweet Valley High, only the lead woman is not a virgin anymore because she already gave birth and they describe the sexual organs and shit in the book.

It is romantic. You can read it if you want.

this is not a book by norman

Mondo manila is one motherfucker film peeps in their wtf minds should not miss.

The characters were memorable and funny and nakasusulasok. Pato fucker, Tony Baby Jesus, the pole bean pregnant fucker Pablong Shoeshine (Palito), the pimp midget who does a mean breakdancing shit, and Baby Jesus' young brother who reminded me of my sons who are prone to abuses of the world. Preggy Maria was kalibog-libog in her sex scene with Palito while Whitney Tyson really brought crassness to new heights. It is very colorfully dark with the violence and grime mixed with the 'Looban' peeps. The film is just like the community where I live. I could be any of the freaks in the film trying to make life more livable.

The film finally gave me that push to read the mondomanila book of Norman Wilwayco. According to press releases, the film is a post modern version of 'Maynila sa mga kuko ng Liwanag' by Edgardo Reyes but is an adaptation of wilwayco's palanca winning book of the same title but is not a faithful adaptation of the book.


One thing that struck me though that is not even connected with the mondo film while watching the MFMF was that repetitive tag of 'this is not a film by khavn', 'this is not a film by khavn', 'this is not a film by khavn.' Big bold letters spelling out that tag that can somehow drive you sane after watching a film that was supposed to make you crazy. 'Death of the film' (pareho kaya ito sa ibig sabihin nung Barthes na Death of the author?) was mentioned during the opening of the MFMF but the hypnotic repetitive nametag made me sad. Why not fucking write mondomanila as 'this is not a book by iwa', 'this is not a book by iwa', 'this is not a book by iwa?'

This is not a blog by louis, this is not a blog by louis, this is not a blog by louis.

Bragging List

Ive been reading and reading since last month and happy with the stories i've read so far. It's just that I am so lazy writing blogs and shit because I am so lazy doing blogs lately but I am not lazy to read and am devouring books and books. I want to share the titles ive read since October and will try to write something about each of them when I am not lazy anymore.

1. Human Punk by John King
2. Boo
3. The Watermelon King by Daniel Wallace
4. Slam by Lewis Shiner
5. Schooled by Gordon Korman
6. Neva Hafta by Edwardo Jackson
7. Never Mind the Pollacks by Neil Pollack
8. Dogeaters by Jessica Hagedorn - so cool! digs.
9. Ang mga Kuwentong mga Supot sa Panahon ng Kalibugan - Book and Shite's Breakthrough Award

I am sure I have forgotten a title or two and I hope I remember them so I can add it in my bragging list.

Sheryl Crow

Sheryl Crow is heaven on earth. Wala lang. I do not know what to post at this point. But she is heaven on earth, Sheryl Crow. Wala lang.