The Dogs from Ipanema

Joining a chariot race?...

Run Forest, Run.

Is it just The Nashman or are there lots of dogs with missing limbs in Rio de Janeiro? Were they innocent victims of some drug related gun battles? Nevertheless, these dogs are still lucky. Rio de Janeiro is one of the best cities in the world.

To commemorate the July 16, 1990 Baguio Killer Earthquake

More Benguet Signs Explain So You is not Confuse

Next, Free Facials. Bring your own face towel and palanggana.

Putang-ina mo rin. Shet. Gadet. Isang order pa na may kasamang Putang-ina.

I want a pet drum too!

Snap Photo Assault: The Dawgs Glide to Tabor

Where? What's that? were two of the questions His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem and The Nashman asked PA/PR Gromit when he suggested we stop there on our way to Prague. PA/PR Gromit quickly brought us up to speed: Tabor was the centre of the Hussite movement, proper Bohemians those Hussies led by Zizka, beating the evil Papal armies many times over (romantic); Tabor has 15th century tunnels which was also used for storing beer kegs (yummy); it's a university town (phwoar!); and it's got the oldest dam in Central Europe (hmmm). Of course there's the usual Bohemian goodies such as architecture, cafes, pubs, and pretty natives.


Ok, where to? We need to get our bearings.

The Nashman manages to get a city guide and a map for orientation.

HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit welcome you to the great Hussite city of Tabor....

...and to the oldest dam in central Europe. Oh, it turns into ice when it's cold...

....a FIFTY hectare ice rink!

HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit and the mandatory photo for touristic purposes...

...then it's off to play pick up hockey with the natives. Who is our favourite Czech player? Satan of course. Ooops, ok, sorry, Satan is actually Slovakian. (A word of warning: A high level of personal embarrassment is required if you do play with the natives. They happen to be really really really good at this sport. Wonder why.)

Head bowed in shame, the painful walk home in the freezing darkness whereupon a sign is bound to give you another headache....

Ok...4 words...house on a ski...boy playing football....car........Sorry! Time is up! You've missed the jackpot round.

HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit got us cool lodgings above a pub. Above a pub, that's way cool.

Our view.

Our shower has nipples.

The Nashman takes a shower before heading out for dinner.

It's below freezing outside so the offer of Vodka plus Hell is too hard to resist.

The best chicken inasal this side of Bohemia.

Czech beer is so good, you just keep gulping down the golden liquid. Hey, did I tell you Tabor is a University town? You would not believe how pretty, friendly, and helpful the girls here are. It's ridiculous. The dawgs of course were very popular.

Early in the morning, HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit and The Nashman took a walk in the woods. Strange huh? Last night we were in the city, the morning after we wake up in a cabin deep in the woods.

The dawgs find their way back to the Jordan Dam...ooh, it's got pristine snow...

...let's write The Nashman's name in big bold letters 20 feet high...

...you can see it from outer space...

The dawgs, happy hung-over ice vandals.

Oh look, it's lunch already...Why don't we have more 24-hour clocks in the world?

Happy Bastille Day

His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit give big hugs and kisses to their pretty French comrades on this glorious day! Now, where is the Grand Cru Classe? We must drink!

Stream of Thought.

High Falutin Art by The Nashman. Available in 60 cm x 200 cm art canvas. Limited to 5 prints. Price available upon application.

Hangar ken Kalding

The Nashman was worried because after calling The Manor at Camp Jhun Hey and being told they were fully booked, it would be impossible to get lodgings that would meet Ashley's questionable standards on cleanliness and decency. "Posh" is not a requirement with Ashley but rather the availability of dangerous lliasons. The Microtel turned out to be ok. It was clean and the staff had the required 'pleasing personality'. Being a 'hotel' partnered with a bus company, it's no surprise that there were lots of barkada-groups from the lowlands, up in Baguio to escape prohibition. Thus the hallways reeked with hormones and resonated with moans of a coital nature. Can I just point out that the rooms have huge mirrors. Very kinky.


The Nashman picked up Ashley and Reuters Editor from their hotel to go shopping for rabbit food at Hangar. It's a shame about the amount of plastic but they will be recycled and fed to the dolphins. Ashley and Reuters Editor got mint, basil, lettuce, courgettes, beets, watercress, tomatoes, cucumber, coffee....you know, the usual Baguio stuff. Please support our local economy and ditch SM and go to Hangar Market. And next time, bring your I am not a plastic bag bag.

Lunch was at Tuno-tuno Kambingan. This being the Cordilleras-Ilocoslovakia, nothing has been spared and all parts of the animal have been cooked for your culinary pleasure.

Wherever there are goats, there must be kilawen.

The Nashman has another brilliant idea! With that amount of roe, why not try and make catfish caviar! Kaching! Kaching!

Another CSI-Baguio Case. The internal organs look intact and the lungs don't indicate smoke inhalation. It looks like this catfish died before the perps tried to burn the body. Tadaaan! Tan, tan, tan, whooooo are you, tan tan tan tan....

The Nashman's plate. Yan ang TOTOONG plato. Not the overly edited macro shots as seen in food blogs which win awards handed out by Yuga and Toral and their clique of ma-feeling and ma-eklat pro bloggers. Kelangan pa bang i-watermark yan?

Everlasting flower border. It's so Baguio. It's uber-metlogs. Haylavet. O ha, ayan ang walang kamatayang macro-shots ng bulaklak. Kelangan pa bang i-DSLR yan?

The Nashman judged this photo to be the best in the Landscape Category. Walang sinabi si Papa Rene at Papa Josh. Master, hanep na mata mo. Nag-iba na. Master.

Cafe Sabel

Today we mostly hung out in Asin. Ashley and Reuters Editor ogled the titillating and scandalous Igorot art while The Nashman checked out BenCab's strawberry field. Just as I suspected (since The Nashman also lives close to the La Trinidad fields) the crawlers are not yet horny. And yet, there are still some fresh strawberries being sold in the market. The puzzle, Sherlock, is where do they come from and how are their plants still spitting out berries this deep into the monsoon season? A greenhouse perhaps? Hydroponics? The Nashman wants to know. For you who mostly shop at SM or S&R, this probably does not mean much to you since you have no concept of "Season". Biro mo Ashley, si Joma nagpapabili sa akin ng caramay! Sabi ko, Inday uray ikiskis mu ta ukim idiay mula haan nga agbunga ti prutas ta haan panawen, hindi po 'season' ng caramay, walis tambo nalang at Baguio Bonnet with sunflower design ipapadala ko.


The Nashman had some pandan chicken with turmeric rice.

Ashley had guava smoked tilapia with red rice. Reuters Editor ate ferns and other leaves.

Shhh, don't tell BenCab we ate his pet tilapia. Ashley is the worst taxidermist there is.

Ashley and Reuters Editor get doused with a spectacular Baguio downpour. Do you know the design of Asin road is like that of La Trinidad? They purposely did not put drainage canals on the sides and so the water rushes over the tarmac and you can glide on a skim board all the way down to Nangalisan

Hellllooooooooooo? Que hora es? It's time to buy this watch! I want want want this gadget! How come no one ever told me of its existence! It's the uber-metlogs gadget! It's got a 6-inch ruler! Now, WHO does not want that? (Plus, now you really know the score when you polish the monkey.) It's so cool. I'm going to sell my empty bottles of Tanduay and will skin those overhanging cables for gambang soon so I can buy this shit. I'm dripping pre-cum with the excitement

Hydration is good today.

Couch Pussy

Chiquita likes Fashion TV...

Nooooo, I don't like TV-Monde. Its full of dog loving Frenchies.

Pussy thinks Pinoy channels are the dog shit.

Editor's Birthday Bash

You have to come here. Not only is it an excellent Bistro, one of the best in the entire country, it also has a maitre'd named Kreeztian. Seriously, I'm not kidding. His name is K-r-e-e-z-t-i-a-n. It's fricking awesome! He could be related to Vheverly. (For enlightenment on other awesome names out there see the Sage of Baguio Apo Frank Cimatu's other blog). If that doesn't convince you, pine wood panelling and chandeliers in the shape of strawberries will. It's so Baguio.

Anywho, Ashley and Reuters Editor are in Baguio to celebrate our dear Editor's birthday.


You kinda wonder what drug the Baguio City council was on when they wrote this resolution. Another classic! Be amaze, baffle, confuse, and entertain! It's very Rurogs!

Appetiser of Bagnet. Now THAT is a good one. Look at the skin. Definitely not the lame pork chop bits they sell at Via Mare.

There's squid hiding in that batter.

The strawberry sauce was good, so was the Baguio honey vinaigrette. The blue cheese however was a disaster.

Lamb with proper potato fries.

Chicken.

Strawberry Panacotta.

Let us join the Crusades.

Beloved Peoples, Yahwejehovallah has sent his soldier The Nashman! Fear not! We will fight the evil Gloriadinejad and her minions! We will fight her on the beaches, on the mountains, on the plains till the reign of the Vile corrupt Hobbit is no more! Onward to Pershworld Istatush 2010!

The Nashman on his trusty steed Protacio, the fierce unicorn-slaying carabao.

Kasal kasalan

I don't know who they are. I just happened to be near the church and being naturally curious (ie usisero), I took a sneak peak.

It's a rather strange wedding. The girl is not pregnant. Or they use contraception. Either way, both cases are rare. Catholics only get married when the girl is pregnant and Catholics shag a lot but don't generally use contraception, that, or they only prayed the rosary during their intimate moments as GF-BF. I'm hoping they were an enlightened couple, had lots of sex during the getting to know you stage and found they were compatible, and hence got married for love.

I bet the newlyweds would rather skip the reception and go straight to the matrimonial responsibilities.

A day in the life of The Nashman: Ortigas to Bag-iw

The evile mall The Nashman hates so much.

Honey, it looks like rain. Are the kids inside?

Yay, thunderstorm.

Leica Girl is now Lomo Girl. She swings both ways.

It tastes so artificial, yet The Nashman kinda likes it.

Chill bar.

Manila Garbage.

A bus full of gay peoples?

Backseat blowjob?

The glorious Pasig. The Seine of Asia.

NLEX

Pampanga. Walang Hetch wan Hen wan flu dito kahit anap sila ng anap.

Tarlac.

Sison, Pangasinan.

Baguio City. Open City. Tranny Capital of Luzon. Marawi of the North.

Stoned Pussies

We haz some ganja loving.

I can haz spliff.

This be whack, yo.

I iz in heavens. Everythings in technicolour. This shit be the dope or what.

The Continuing Saga of The Nashman's Traveling Penis: Titi is a Revolutionary

The Nashman's Traveling Penis (show much much larger than actual size) has a storied history. It's been in many deep and shallow excavations.

Mama Teodora tells Indio-Ilustrado Jose to take good care of his traveling penis. History tells us that Jose Rizal did take his mother's advice to heart and thus was able to shag lots of international totty.

At "Show and Tell" class at the Ateneo de Municipal de Manila, The Nashman's Traveling Penis listens in to another of Jose Rizal's overbearing moralistic truisms.

Jose Rizal in praise of Traveling Penises everywhere.

Dr. Jose Rizal knows that oral medication needs some traveling penis.

The Katipunero's agree, without a brave traveling penis willing to insert itself to the cause, any revolution will fail. Viva la Revolucion! Viva la Traveling Penis. Hasta la Victoria, siempre!

Touched by an Angel

Whut? No 'special, extra service' as mandated by our Constitution?? "Asian" Massage but no "Me love you long thaym" stimulation of the PC muscle as required by ASEAN treaties on massage parlours? And why does God want to watch? Is God going to do a Hayden Kho and upload it into the internets? We is confuse.

The Nashman McFarlane Method Acting

I haz a dream.

I iz being coy.

No Meester Bond, I haz expect you to dies.

Pussy says we haz wrong cable.

I iz looking at it, looking at it, looking at it. I iz positive, that be the wrong shape.

Thiz be bad! How we be downloads those pussy pictures into the back up hard drives!

We haz problem. My telekinesis iz not works.

Solutionz! I can haz bite it into shape!

Break Ups are so entertaining to watch....

...admit it. As long as you don't know the people involved, it's so compelling. I love watching break-ups. It's my mala-Hayden Kho voyeuristic guilty pleasure. I try to come as close as I can to listen in to the hyperglycemic dialogue about love lasting for eternity if we give it one more try...it's a blockbuster if projectiles and red wine are involved.

you complete me...mamamatay ako pag umalis ka sa buhay ko...i love you like hello.

...leave me alones! hindi na kita loves. can't you see, pobre ka na, maliit pa titi mo. don't touch me. Break na talaga tayo.

Sige! Break kung break! Pero ayon sa law on breaking up, dapat may one last kantot..tara doon sa damuhan. I loves you so much, if it makes you happy, I will let you go...

More Reasons Why The Nashman be Fat

Masapul ti soy nga adda sili ken Ginibra tapnu marunaw diay taba. Seriously, I know we are Igorots and all but why can't we just buy pork from Monterey like Lucy Torres Gomez? We has to put a pine stake into its heart, and then chop it, and then drag the big ass kaldero that can fit in two Cesar Montanos*. I said I wanted a quick lunch, this does not look like fastfood. On second thought, this is waaaaay better than fastfood. Carruthers, hand me my jungle knife...

*that's a Machete reference for those born before the glorious ST era. Ah, good times.

Pussy Auto Cunnilingus

...because she can, bitches...

...admit it, you is Jealous. If you could there would be no David Carradine-type deaths.

Ashley's Homemade Tawiles in Olive Oil

Off with their heads.

Cook for 4 hours in secret spices.

Decant and arrange in curing containers.

Add capers, annatto seeds, pickles...

...bay leaves then pour secret olive oil solution with garlic, chili, and other secret stuff and put in ref and let age like your grand momma.

Always stroke and play with your pussy in the morning or it will be cranky all day.

Ja, hallo? Really? That's so uber-LOLz. 

Oi, human lackey, is this the complete season 5?

Oooh, is that manchego perhaps?

Oooh la la, licky licky

National Museo

Go visit. Cheaper than piss being sold as 'coffee' at Starbucks. And you'll have the entire museum to yourself. The collection is not that extensive and there are a lot of Eh? WTF? pieces but it has Luna's Spolarium and some Hidalgos.

Yes, the gate is closed but the museum is open. Go in.

It used to be a Legislative Building.

Manila City Hall looks nice. I don't know what it looks like inside.

Corinthian columns.

The sexy staircase.

The men's loos.

The Nashman is dehydrated and can only trickle.

The rusty railings and another museum.

A paparazzo shot of The Nashman's Pretty Friend.

It looks like MLQ.

Looking towards Intramuros.

DSLR Nutters......

...are everywhere, ruining our peace and quiet at the Baywalk.

These hordes of camera-wielding terrorists must be stopped from taking snapshots of defenseless natives! Natives, know your rights! Don't be the next Katrina Halili! No means no! Don't be raped by these DLSR nutters and their self-serving photoblogs!

If you see a pack of DSLR nutters taking your photo you have the right to shout "Hoy, putang-ina ninyo! Kukuha-kuha ka ng litrato para pagkaperahan mo at i-post sa photoblog mo pero hindi mo man kami binibigyan ng prints man lang. Shet ka! Layas!"


DSLR nutter takes photo of native just sitting quietly, minding his own business.

DSLR nutters come in packs. They will take snapshots of you when all you want is to have time to yourself.

Look at how shameless and evile DSLR nutters are.

This young man was taking illicit photos of The Nashman and so The Nashman challenged him to a shoot out until our batteries got drained.

O ha? Kailangan pa bang i-DSLR yan?? My 7 megapixel rusty borrowed point and shoot camera shows you how it is done. Look at the composition, the evenness of tone, the correct ISO setting, the melancholic feeling of euphoria that arrests your senses as you view a The Nashman snapshot. Tang-na, kahit maliit lang ang baril kung sapul agad, panalo pa rin. Akin na yang "portfolio" mo at pampunas ko ng pwet.

Further proof that the Ateneo de Manila Law School is a wellspring of Scum Lawyers. Ateneo, One Big Fight!

Mga Barumbado Atty Brian Magno and Atty Randy Echaus, (and mauled Atty. Don Alberto Pangcog), you have cushy government jobs waiting for you. Our country needs lawyers like you. Fight Ateneo Fight! Ah, what would the Philippines be without Ateneo de Manila Lawyers. Ganyan talaga ang turo sa The Ateneo de Manila Law School as seen from their long list of dishonest and corrupt lawyers na halos pantay na sa UP College of Law. Onward to Pelefins Pershwerld Ishtatush!

Pussy Likes

Oh, don't be silly. We don't read your blog coz you is boring even if you are on some Top Ten List or friends with Lumatech or AnalogPelefino. You and your hyperlinks, SEOs, and popularity contests! We has as a life. Blogging is just something we do while waiting for the rice to cook. You is too serious.

We likes French and Swedish photoblogs coz they is fresh and stimulating and funny and sensual and liberal and open and doesn't haz watermarked photos of macro shots of flowers and food and don't have angst-angst eklat.

They is colourfuls too!

My mac is a No-hyperlink SEO zone.

Snap Photo Assault: Trigger Happy Sabado

The Nashman likes taking the public buses in Metro Manila. Look, they even show Transformers 2. Plus you get to meet all sorts of people, from the mani vendor to the bible nutter.

Pretty Friend has a new toy. A Lomo. Even if you have a Leica, it's good to be multilingual.

Ah, the arm tripod photographers make the world a better place.

Shopping for undies.

Miss, bring all of that to the dressing room and we will make a video montage like they do in 'transformation' movies. You know, the part where the lead actress gets to try on everything while the friend sits on the bench nodding his head yes or no and the sales people don't even feel harassed and annoyed that we are trying on so much stuff? That happens in real life too right?

Later in the evening we went to Edsa Shangrila where The Nashman's choice of resto where the waitresses are conservatively dressed in mini-skirts and boob tops (Agave) was vetoed. We went to Via Mare where the food was generally horrible. My so-called 'bagnet' salad was just basically fried pork chop (ukinana, haan nga bagnet data!) and Pretty Friend's chicken inasal ay walang magandang asal.

Someone has some Explaining to do why they is so horny. Two oyster plates???? In tomorrow's show, I explain why my trousers are priapic. Well, they had good oysters at least but it's really hard to fuck up fresh oysters even if you try. Generally, Via Mare-EDSA Shang, for its price, gets an Avoid rating from influential food booger The Nashman.

Pussy has demands that need to be satiated.

Oi, human lackey, wake up and make me a satisfying breakfast....

...Or I will chop your morning woody with a swipe of my sharp claws...

...and this time I mean it. Move your fat ass or the mini-Nashman gets cut off from the ball bearings.

Boring Friday in Manille, PI

Where to go in Manila on a rainy day? Nowhere apparently. Unless "Malls" excite you. All malls, they look same - same crap, same stores, same demographics. This is why The Nashman, even if he sweats a lot, likes the street scene, coz that where the action at, innit? Ah, but for the rains and the black fluid that oozes out of Manila streets. I'd rather have H1N1 than make tapak tapak that kadiri tubig ano.

So I stayed imprisoned inside Ashley's nagpapanggap na posh condo at Ortigas. The Association Nazis knocked on Ashley's door because they demanded him to take down the laundry I hanged on Ashley's window to dry. Apparently, it ruined the 'elegant facade' and 'allusions to poshness' of the condo.

PAK DAT SHET!!! Helllooooooooo! PUTANG-INA, yang mga briefs ko na sinampay sa bintana CURRENT SEASON YAN! BINILI KO PA YAN SA ITALY! NAPAPANOOD YANG MGA KANSUNSILYO NA IYAN SA F TV. Yang mga medyas ko Old Bond street nabili yan! WALA NIYAN SA TIENDESITAS. Hanong nakakasira sa view ang pinagsasabi niyo? Lukdet. Environmentally friendly kaya hand washing at ang pagsasampay para matuyo ang labada.

Putang-ina talaga, kaya ayaw kong tumira sa condo. Maraming rules and regulations na walang kwenta.

Anyways, our commie whale watching friend Joma brought pan de sal in the afternoon and with her submersible na kotse we motored off to Eastwood. We went to a home ware store where the acrylic 'appliances' were so fricking expensive. I was shock, confuse, and surprise na may mga ganitong overpricing sa ating Inang Bayan. May bumibili naman? Meron, isa na si Joma. Sabi ko kung CD plastic box lang kelangan niya, hanapan ko siya sa Hilltop, Baguio for cheap.


Hullow, I'm Francesca, the mercat....Ah, isn't she adorable.

Our free entertainment for the night, a dancing fountain.

The people think it's the best thing since sliced bread.

Smile. What is the world without our beloved synchronised arm tripod photographers? I-post niyo yan ha sa Friendster niyo. Shet, The Nashman was impress with the girl on the left and the way she put her free hand under her chin. Panalo. It's so Metlogs.

Nice shape ha. Very Brasilian.

We had dinnah at Cyma. The place not only had a 'mission-vision-philosophy' statement on the the menu (front and back pare, as mandated by the association of restaurants with 'mission-visions') but when you order anything roast, all the waiters come to your table to shout "Opa!" Eww, isn't that a bit corny? The service is very friendly though and the food was good.

Mmm, seared fish on top of salad.

Angel Hair.

The Nashman's plate. Yan ang totoong plato, hindi yung super edited na malinis na photos ng mga madramang food bloggers. Paano na lagyan ng watermark ang aking food photos as mandated by the madramang pinoy i-blog ek-ek association headed by the likes of Yuga and Toral? Baka kasi nakawin ang aking common macro shot of common food.

The bottomless freshly brewed iced tea has to go somewhere.

Dong Bei

Upon the recommendation of Carnetnoir, we sojourned to this hole in the wall in Binondo for some dimsum.

We had the vegetarian dimsum (in deference to Ashley, who is a gays but devout Moslem), which actually still has pork.

Deep fried chicken with cumin. Delish.

Simot. Ashley and Posh Pretty Girl Friend ate everything.

We DEMAND a FULL and PUBLIC disclosure of the state of health of our beloved leader Gloria Macapagal Arroyo

We, the citishens of thish beloved cowntree that ish poished to achieve Persh werld Statush with dear Gloriadinejad as Shupreme Leader for Life, demand to know what is happening to our beloved leader.

First, Gloria Arroyo's silicone boobies leaked and now we know she also has hairy armpits. These are serious medical conditions!

According to our conshtitushen, we must be informed on ALL matters regarding our dear President's health. We demand proof of our beloved leader's good health. We demand photos of her hairiness and her boobie scars.

Let us enjoin all citizens, including Garci, to pray for the President's continued good karma.

US Embassy Manila, Mercedes Benz GL450, Diplomatic Plate 7759, Roxas Blvd Intersection, 16:02 2 July 2009

Just because you have a diplomatic plate does NOT mean you can go between lanes past the yellow line onto a pedestrian crossing, wanting to cross a red light. The USA keeps telling everyone about Justice, Rule of Law, Corruption blah-blah but its diplomats can't even follow BASIC traffic regulations. So Fuck you USA Diplomat based in Manila for breaking simple traffic laws. You should be ashamed of yourself. Idiot.

Art Lover.

The Nashman did not notice the Kawayan de Guia prints. Rather, The Nashman noticed that pretty friend was wearing a short dress with lace trim.

Pussy loves The Nashman

The Nashman may mabuting ugali, kaya siya Metro Gwapo.

The Nashman nearly missed this nondescript pink cubicle that's designed to blend well with its environment.

I think the signs are in Bisaya.

The Nashman aims and fires.

A day in the life of The Nashman: Visiting Joma

MRT from Shaw to Cubao. I don't have the powah.

LRT2 from Cubao to Santolan

Montalban jeep to Blue Wave Mall

A market in Marikina, looking for bangus.

...and some ar-arusip.

Ashley, the bitch, ruined the fish skin. Joma, who was so unlucky to have matriculated at an all-girls' college in Oxford, insisted we lunch at some mall or restaurant. The Nashman stomped his foot and did the Ashley's royal friend patented finger twirl saying No! No! Noh! Nowh! Nowh! We gonna be trying out your local market and be invading your kitchen and will make a home made meal for less than P250.

Lunch at the veranda.

The usual suspects..

...with blanched kangkong

Only unsophisticates use cutlery for this meal. The Nashman used his hands.

Then it rained so hard for three hours. The Nashman wanted to bathe in the rain but apparently, in primitive Manila, it's illegal to be nude while taking a shower (alangan naman maligo akong nakadamit?). Such prudes.

Marikina trannies are not as fabulosity as Baguio trannies. For heaven's sake woman, shoes are not enough, make some effort, beyatch.

Marikina has lots of these ugly statues on garish pedestals marked with "Naghahanap ng Bayani". WTF.

If you thought ex-Baguio Tongressman Vergara was bad for all those not too subtle "V" signs he had put all over Baguio, the Bayanis of Marikina are a lot worse when it comes to wasteful self-promotion. On second thought, since I don't live in Marikina, I find the statues 'quirky' and 'amusing'. The 'sculptor' should be made a National Artist. Now na.

On the other hand, at least Marikina has some bicycle lanes...although they are often hijacked by motorbikes and tricycles.

LRT2 from Katipunan to Cubao.

The Nashman wanted to take the MRT from Cubao to Shaw but the ticket line had a ridiculously loooooong non-moving queue and the carriages were packed. So fuck you DOT and Senator Dick. How can you promote Philippine tourism when public transport can't cope with peak time demands. Hellow. This is why 9 Million go to Thailand whereas only 2 Million come to the beautiful Pelefins.

So, take an even more slow moving EDSA bus where your peace and quiet will be disturbed by a fricking bible nutter. Can you move to the side please, I'm trying to watch all the evil and bad news on TV.

The Continuing Saga of The Nashman's Traveling Penis: Titi gets hand massage

The Nashman's pretty friend knows how to handle The Nashman's traveling penis.

The Nashman's pretty friend's tight two handed technique makes The Nashman's Traveling Penis explode with much joy.

Hotel Elizabeth Fersal and Bliss Cafe Baguio welcomes Environmentalist Chin Chin Gutierrez

To mark this special occassion, Hotel Elizabeth Fersal Baguio cut down a century old pine tree because....

.....the pine tree blocked the view (I thought people came up to Baguio to enjoy pine trees)?.....maybe the tree was bad feng shui ek-ek(removal of CO2 from the atmosphere and photosynthesis is bad luck)?....they needed new lumber to make a stage for Chin Chin Gutierrez' solo exhibition?....vegetarians don't kill animals but kill trees?? anyways, come to Hotel Elizabeth Fersal Baguio and feast your eyes on their grey retaining wall now that the pine tree is gone. For around $83 per night, you can book a room overlooking the stump.

The Continuing Saga of The Nashman's Traveling Penis: Titi is peckish, wants to dive into something moist and sweet

The Nashman's traveling Penis is hunger but doesn't want to eat something just marginally odourful than an Atenista's pekpek.

The Nashman's traveling Penis is ready for its close up.

The Nashman's Traveling penis is so small you need a loupe to magnify it to average size.

The Nashman's traveling penis wants white sauce on you.

The Nashman's traveling penis is thin like pizza but has a creamy topping.


The Nashman's traveling penis thrives in moist and sticky environments.

Spice up your love life with The Nashman's traveling penis.

Pucker up your lips and say hi to The Nashman's traveling penis.

A Fine Selection of Baguio Loos for your delectation

Let The Nashman show you places of comfort in and around Baguio City.


Somewhere near the Good Shepherd convent. Humarap ka! Duwag! The Nashman supports peeing on trees and plants. The green leafy things need the urea. As long as you don't keep peeing on the same one plant everytime! Support the Baguio Regreening movement and pee on a young sapling today.

PNKY. It's a unisex and girls annoyingly ALWAYs forget to put the toilet seat back up! Womens! It's so simple, if you don't want no drizzle, lift up the fricking seat after you use it! The paintings need to take a shower.

Baguio City Library, a unisex but divided into zones. I think it's fricking Sexist and discriminatory!

The Nashman has no problem aiming at the trough for a distance of 3 feet.

Baguio Marbay loos are like Saint Louis University campuses, you need to pin your ID to get in.

Mines View loo. I don't know about you but it's quite impossible to defecate without peeing. Are there people out there who can make jerbaks without making wiwi first?

Pink Sisters Convent. The urinal is high but The Nashman's pee is lifted by prayer.

The Flying Gecko urinal has gone on vacation.

....but you can use the bowl. Again, this is a unisex so women should put the toilet seat back up after they use it.

Bruno's cafe, the Italian Swiss pub. The Nashman's pee has no problem with the alpine altitude.

Citylights Bar. Rather skanky for a hotel urinal.

The modern art concept of the City Market loo.

Hot Chicks getting it on.

Line up the hot chicks. Why have one, when you can have them all.

Hot chick 69.

Hot Chicks and the Catholic Church endorsed missionary sex position.

Hot chicks like doing it doggy style

More Baguio Signs Explain So You is not Baffle and Confuse

Ewan. You can stare at it the whole day if you want. Hindi na kelangan mag-explain, pagod na ako. Hiwalay na kung hiwalay.

What is this is all means? Is it is what I think is it?

Mr Smith, horny white men are preying on our pure Filipinas. Back to school means back to kinky sex in Otto Han toilet cubicles in SLU. Maniwala kayo sa hindi, maraming nagkakantutan na estudiante sa first floor ng engineering building.

Gordon is a Dick.

Energy efficient pa. And kudos to the architect who fully utilised the Baguio ambiance of nearly extinct pine trees and rain.

Tranny gun fight place. Meet me at high noon.

There's also a Ganja alley, but The Nashman is not going to tell you where it at.

The new ukay-ukay ad campaign is very Dolce et Gabbana.

This is why you don't get headlines like "Cavite road rage, pito pataaay!" in Baguio.

Garbage trucks in Baguio are like Unicorns ant Honest Ateneo Lawyers. Good luck finding them.

Snap Photo Assault: Saturday and Sunday

Our friend is part of a photo exhibition over at the Flying Gecko. Go look at them pictures by Baguio photo enthusiasts.

Please move away from the buffet table and make way for The Nashman, a friend of the artiste. I said, move away from the buffet table, friend of the artiste passing through.

Mmm, kami punta photo exhibit dahil doon dami pakain.

Oh, are we supposed to look at the photos? Let me finish my 4th plate (friend of the artiste eh) of finger foods while Manong arranges one of the photos.

All the photos were taken with DSLRs except this. It was taken by a point and shoot by Mon David. O ha? Nawindang ang mga nakakwintas ng SLRs. Sabi kasi wala sa camera yan, nasa tsamba at mata yan. Shet, itago niyo na sa mga fancy bags niyo with silica gels yang mga SLRs niyo.

Coffee anyone?

I challenge this dSLR gurl to a shoot out!

The Nashman's photo entitled "Non-conformist". This is mine. It can be yours for only P15,780.

Another The Nashman masterpiece called "Cum shot with mint". Price available on application.

For dinner, the cafe resumed normal business. Go dine there and ogle at the works. Now na.

Da barkada went to the Baguio night ukay-ukay market. And yes, there was a tranny selling a fine selection of jeans. The Nashman has no money and made tusok tusok the mangga with sili salt instead.

Later in the evening we hopped to a place The Nashman didn't expect to be still standing.

One girl, one cup anyone?

There seemed to be an argument on who modeled for this shot. Was it The Nashman or was it Josh? Who knows? All we knows is that we weren't fat whales back then. We got kicked out at 1am and had to move to the Red Lion till our pretty friend Sunshine appeared. There were cute Danish girls but we got beaten by Koreans and Nigerians. The Nigerians simply had too many cheesy lines. Yes, there were some trannies in the pub too. This is Baguio you know. We OD'd on popcorn and beer.

Baguio at 6am is traffic-free. Sadly, that fucking stupid ugly cement pine tree still stands. One day The Nashman will see to it that it gets cut down.

The Nashman awoke at 1am and immediately proceeded to Manong agbibinatog.

There was a book ukay at Cafe by the Ruins.

The Nashman will not make any comments.

No further comments.

For a healthy Pelefins, let's exercise our kegel muscle! For men, put a towel over your erect penis as a weight and with your kegel muscle, try to move it up and down. (In The Nashman's case, he uses a handkerchief)

Buth Dalisay's collection of Essays is directly aimed at The Nashman.

This is why The Nashman be so fat. For Dinner, we had some watwat.

Just fry the fats and don't even bother sauteeing it with veggies. Just eat straight up. It's character-, and paunch-, building