Nicanor Perlas- Global Online Protest to reinstate Perlas as Presidential Candidate

 

22 December 2009

Press release from Team Perlas 2010

HISTORICAL GLOBAL PROTEST LAUNCHED URGING COMELEC TO REINSTATE PERLAS AS

PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE

1290 Individuals from 44 Countries Respond to Support “World’s Most Promising Green Candidate”

Compares Perlas with Nelson Mandela and Al Gore and Claims Perlas Presidency Will Benefit the World

The efforts of Nicanor Perlas received a tremendous boost today as 1,290 individuals from 44 countries, urged, in a rapidly growing global campaign, the Commission on Elections (COMELEC) to reinstate Perlas as one of the official presidential candidates in the 2010 national elections.

This marks the first time in the history of Philippine politics that the world has taken up a protest action against COMELEC even before the start of the country’s presidential elections.

On December 19, 2009 six individuals from Germany and the United States of America sent out an “Acion Call: “Nick Perlas, world's most promising green candidate, blocked!”at http://apeopleforperlas.ning.com/profiles/blogs/action-call-nick-perlas-worlds. In just three days, 1290 individuals, responded with strong messages of support for Perlas. A significant number of the signatories had known Perlas in one of the latter’s keynotes, seminars and workshops given in over 26 countries around the world.

The petition appealed to the world: “Perlas is the winner of the Right Livelihood Award, often called the “alternative Nobel Prize,” and is one of the best qualified candidates to lead a nation since Nelson Mandela or Vaclav Havel. An environmentalist and sustainability leader in politics, he is certainly the equal of Al Gore.”

Reacting on the disqualification of Perlas by COMELEC, the petitioners promised to make COMELEC know that “the world is watching”.

“THIS IS A REAL BLOW TO ONE OF THE MOST HOPEFUL POLITICAL DEVELOPMENTS ON THE PLANET TODAY. A world-class social visionary who has devoted his life to understanding and furthering the path of healthy social development in his country, often at risk to his own life, is being removed from consideration because he is supposedly not serious. In fact, he is too serious. PLEASE READ FURTHER AND THEN TAKE ACTION TO LET PHILIPPINE OFFICIALS KNOW THAT THE WORLD IS WATCHING!!” [Emphasis in the original.]

Many of the signatories reacted saying they were “shocked”, “appalled” and “horrorified” to the news that COMELEC had disqualified Perlas. For example, Francq Mariam, France, wrote:“I am shocked to hear about opposition to such an indispensable and urgent project as is Nicanor's! More people like him and the world would be a very different place to be living in with more respect for fellow human beings and for the environment!”

They affirmed the outstanding and “extraordinary” qualifications of Perlas as a presidential candidate, as “serious player in the world stage”, and even compared him with the early Barack Obama. Geseko Von Luepke of Germany wrote: “Nicanor Perlas - as Barack Obama - shows that the future leaders will not come from wealthy classes but from civil society. Let Nicanor run!”

Similarly, Wilfried Bohm of South Africa, appealed to COMELEC Chairman Jose Melo to restore Perlas in the list of candidates for the 2010 election and compared Perlas with Nelson Mandela, global icon of democracy and former President of South Africa. Bohm argued that he had heard Perlas speak in South Africa and had been following the work of Perlas ever since. To his “mind there can hardly be a more suitable candidate for the highest office in your land. We have been blessed by Nelson Mandela; the Philippines also deserves a leader of the highest moral standing and vision.”

Martin Silvan of New York even wished Perlas, because of his “high moral standards” and global reputation . . . “could run for President of the USA and be our leader”. Daniela Masaro, Canada, added: “Any country in the world would be fortunate to have Nicanor Perlas as president.” Esther Tamm of Germany echoed the sentiment of Masaro: “Mr. Perlas is a person of high character . . . . I am very impressed by looking at the accomplishments of this candidate! My country would be happy to have such a candidate.”

Signatories also pointed out to COMELEC that a Perlas presidency would have beneficial impacts in the world. Frances Tagg of the United Kingdom wrote: “I urge [the COMELEC] to reconsider your intention regarding . . . Perlas whose integrity and earnest political will promises to inspire the world well beyond the Philippines”.

Many others echoed this sentiment. An anonymous signatory from New York wrote: “I have met and listened to Nicanor. He is internationally recognized as someone highly qualified to meet the challenges of today's global issues. He speaks to the minds and hearts of many and spans the generation gaps. There are few who have this kind of leadership ability. Please approve the candidacy of Nicanor Perlas, for the Philippines, for the world. . . . “

In addition, his participation would enhance the reputation of the Philippines in the world. Christian Egge of Sweden elaborated: “I know Nicanor Perlas. Not only the Philippines - the world needs people like him. It will be an honor for the Philippines to have him running for presidency . . . . “.Michael Schreyer, Germany, warned what would happen to the country’s reputation if Perlas is disqualified. “The COMELEC decision is for people in democratic countries totally not understandable. COMELEC should change their decision as soon as possible otherwise I can not see Philippines as a democracy.”

They also urged COMELEC not to interfere with the people’s rights to choose their own candidate. Thomas Autenrieth of Germany encouraged COMELEC not to “de-democratize” the Philippines. “Let the people decide and don’t decide for them.”

Some used stronger words: Laura Langford Schnur of the US slammed the disqualification of Perlas by COMELEC as “a blatant announcement to the world of corruption in the existing traditional political establishment!”

“This is a very welcome and totally unexpected development. The reputation of Comelec is rapidly deteriorating once more, this time at the court of world opinion,” remarked Perlas. “They can reverse this and support the yearning of Filipinos and the world for new politics by restoring my rightful place among presidential candidates in the 2010 national elections. Then we can usher in a new country and help create a better world.”

Perlas encouraged Filipinos to read details of the thousands of supportive comments in the website of the global campaign at: http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/let-nick-run.

Yesterday, Perlas filed his 48-page legal motion, backed by over 120 pages of supporting facts. Perlas demonstrated in great detail why he should not be disqualified. Among others, Perlas showed to COMELEC that he had a real, tangible and factual capacity to wage a national campaign.

Bon anniversaire mon chou chou Kimura Takuya

November 13,2000 Friday

木村拓哉 Takuya Kimura

誕生日おめでとうTakuya Kimura Otanjyoubi Omedetou or Happy Birthday in kanji

Otanjyoubi Omedetou Takuya Kimura. Happy 37th birthday to the sexiest man in Japan for 14 consecutive years. Says who? Who says that Takuya is Japan's sexiest man? Only Anan magazine the prestigious widely and wildly circulated magzine that surveys its readers and non - readers both men and women everywhere to find out who among Japan's male idols is the sexiest, most huggable, most wanted to be boyfriend , most popular and every other imaginable catergory.Watch him in this video http://kenshingurl.multiply.com/video/item/10

Takuya must have been first in line when God gave out sex appeal. I love this guy. I love his voice, his face, the way he moves, everything about him. Takuya Kimura was the one who drew me into the blackhole of japanese entertainment  first as an actor and then as a singer with the jpop group SMAP.He is truly the king of japanese drama or jdorama, his dramas getting a high viewership and rating every time they air. He has won countless times as best actor for  drama. His agency, Johnny Jimusho also known as Johnny Entertaiment or JE ran by the formidable Johnny Kitagawa, refused Takuya's nomination for best actor for the movie Love and Honor in 2007. The very first drama I saw of Takuya's was Good Luck about pilots and service crew of an airline in Japan. Takuya in a pilot's uniform with aviator sunglasses is a knock out. His acting was perfect, very natural. This was followed by Engine  where he was paired with the beautiful actress Koyuki of The Last Samurai fame. He was a race car driver with a heart of gold who helped orphans. Meltdown. I have to thank my very young friend and mentor Dra. Kristine Tan who was an intern at that time as she held my hand as I gingerly stepped into this fascinating alternative universe called fandom. My mom and I were confirmed korean drama addicts then, but I temporarily said good-bye to kdrama and hello to jdorama.

Then there was this 2004 HK movie of Wong Kar Wai that premiered at the Cannes filmfest, where Takuya had a double role as the Japanese boyfriend of Faye Wong (another actress I love) and as Tak the passenger on the train to 2046 and back. He hardly had any speaking lines in the movie but his subtle acting mostly with his eyes and those kissing scenes got me hooked. And so I found myself watching as many of his dramas and he has loads and getting into the world of SMAP.

Before he became an actor he was a singer and still is with SMAP, the creation of boy band impressario Johnny Kitagawa. Takuya entered Johnny's Entertainment (Johnny Jimusho) at 12 and last year was the group's 20th anniversary. they celebrated with a concert for six days at Tokyo Dome and concerts at other venues across Japan.

Takuya 's acting and singing and dancing is always intense and passionate. He was a low level samurai in the 2007 movie Love and Honor, one of the 47 loyal ronins or masterless samurai in Chuushingura , a young Oda Nobunaga the 16th century warlord, Japan's youngest Prime Minister in the political romance drama Change. That is one political drama I wish our politicians would watch, it pits the traditional politicians against the idealistic young leaders of Japan. and I love this hosto turned genius role in Mr. Brain where he solved seemingly unsolvable crimes.

Bon anniversaire mon premier chou chou sur l'agence Johnny Entertainment. Vous cette trop smexy et sympa et tres joli. Bonne sante et gros bisoux. Alors, c'est tout et merci bcp.

Stalking Mr. Socrates

Stalking Mr. Socrates

On the summer before my 12^th birthday, we got shipped off to San Jose for our annual summer vacation. That was the summer that Tito Nap passed away and we had to attend his funeral. Right after that, Mama and Papa were off to some conference in Geneva. That was the summer I had the mumps. I walked around the house with some dreadful violet pigmented medicine below my jaw line. All the boys avoided me for two weeks. They told me they wanted to have children when they reach adulthood. I was a complete pariah for a couple of weeks of my 2 month summer vacation. To make matters worst, my hair caught fire from some candle during the funeral procession .

That was also the summer I woke up in the room of my Mamang Jo and Papa Ling, where I slept and saw this horrible headless apparition coming towards me. I screamed but no sound came out and the next day I completely lost my voice. I tried to make Manny, my favorite cousin, and Raffy admit that it was just a trick but to no avail. That was the summer I was on the verge of teen hood. That was the summer I fell in love at first sight with my second cousin Dave.

I was already a budding stalker at 11. Early in the morning I would take the tricycle to Tito Angeling’s house and they would feed me breakfast or give me some powdered orange juice to drink. I would leaf through Dave’s yearbook , look at his medals for academic excellence or just hang on to every word my uncle and aunt would tell me about what a great son and student he was. Sometimes, Boy his younger brother who was about my age would take pity on me and actually come out and talk to me. I would go through some of Dave's more erudite term papers with high scores in red that his parents kept. There was a thesis on Socrates which I devoured in its entirety when deep in side me I asked who the heck is Mr.Socrates.

In the meantime, Dave would take his time waking up and grooming, after all it was summer vacation. When he finally emerged from his room, there was only enough time for him to practically gobble up his breakfast, and wave a good bye as he headed off to the plaza to meet his barkada. I didn’t know any better I was still a child after all and I was more than thrilled when he just said hello to me. I didn’t know then that love was returned by the object of one’s affection.

I would then go off to the beach with my cousins , ate halo halo with ube ice cream and corn flakes at Cindy’s or just hang around the gasoline station or ice plant that various aunts and uncles owned. In the afternoon, I would pester Manang Cora to take me to the basketball court near the church to watch the older boys including Dave show off their dexterity shooting hoops to the delight of girls their age. I would take Gani my youngest brother and Jay my cousin who were toddlers and the same age. They were so cute that the girls would come to us and actually pinch their cheeks. I was such a pest I had to admit. And Dave completely ignored my existence. Well not really, when Manang Cora was around he would sort of wave his hand to acknowledge our presence.

Summer ended and we went back to Manila, sunburned and brown from days spent at the beach, chubbier from all the good food served by indulgent relatives and filled with happy childhood memories. And I thought, so much for unrequited love, although I didn’t know then it was that.

Years later when I was about to enter college, Manang Cora and I went to Quiapo on an errand and I saw Dave. He looked very bohemian, like any college student activist of his age and time,with longish wavy hair . He was even more handsome than I remembered. We exchanged shy greetings and all I could do was sigh. By then, I already knew that love was more often than not returned by the object of one’s affection. And I already read up on Mr. Socrates who told his chelas centuries ago, “The unexamined life is not worth living.”

Good Evening Mr. Samurai

KONBANWA SAMURAI SAN (GOOD EVENING MR. SAMURAI)

I saw it the moment I entered the living room, proudly displayed where you can’t miss it, above the western style sofa which was oddly out of place in the Japanese setting. Nicely framed, its lavish hilt reflecting the light, was a katana, a magnificent samurai sword, in its scabbard. I dared touch it. I felt it was calling my name.

No one minded as I gazed at it imagining swordfights in the moon light. I imagined talented actor Hiroyuki Sanada in Twilight Samurai as Sebei Iguchi preparing his short sword for his task to kill a fellow samurai who refused to commit seppuku. The western sofa, the samurai sword, the Japanese décor gave the room a surrealistic atmosphere. “Ikea meets Takashimaya”, I said to myself.

It was my first night at my Japanese foster family’s home in Moka City. I left my dusty shoes in the getabako, the shoe cupboard at the entrance neatly aligned facing inwards. Entering a Japanese home, I learned was literally like stepping up and leaving the shoes was symbolic of casting off the worries and troubles.

“Douzo kudasai” I was ushered in. My otosan (father) and okaasan (mother) introduced me to an assortment of relatives and neighbors who waited for us to finish our orientation at the community gymnasium.

”Minna san kon banwa”- Good evening everyone. “Ogenki desu ka?” How are you? “Hajimemashite” –Nice to meet you, I managed in Japanese. I’ve picked up the tradition of bowing in greeting and Ioved it.

Already my foster mother was pointing out to all and sundry how long my legs were compared to my torso. I could hear tsk tsking and mmm,mmming all around and saw nodding of the heads. I heard kirei desu – very pretty, and fancied it was me they were talking about. Then they were gone.

“Tabemashou”, Let’s eat! We sat down on tatami lined floor facing a low table for a typical Japanese dinner. “Itadakimasu”, we said to ourselves before eating. My foster mother served me first, then her husband and kids before she ate. It was pleasant. Conversation was a lot of one syllable Japanese words mostly oiishi desu (delicious), arigato gosaimasu (thank you), hai (yes), iiee (no), nani desu ka (what) and aa sou desu ka? (Is that right?) on my side and bowing of heads.

Thank goodness I had the foresight to go all the way to JICA, the Japan Information and Cultural Agency to attend Japanese language classes for a semester. Of course, it helped that Japanese exchange students from Sophia University frequented our college and the university across the creek.

Moka City was in a rural prefecture outside of Tokyo, far from the Keio, Waseda, Sophia and Tokyo University crowd we have been hanging out with for the past three weeks. Our group of exchange students took the Shinkasen Super Express, a bullet train with a maximum speed of 285 km/hr.early in the morning. At the city’s gymnasium earlier that day, we laughed when someone asked if we lived in trees back home. Toshi-chan, Maryjoy’s totemo kawaii (a real cutie) foster brother said the chap was just kidding and asked the question for some laughs.

Terri told me later that my 8 year old foster sister spoke like a yakuza. Maybe she meant it wasn’t polite language but yakuza seemed more exotic. Hahaha. I am still wondering how she figured that out. Was it because the little girl said baka baka ne (stupid or fool) repeatedly?

Anyway, after dinner my foster mother led me to the bathroom and gave me a good scrubbing then told me to soak myself in the wooden hot tub. I obliged, soaking away the tiredness of the day. Tomorrow, we were going to go strawberry picking at a nearby farm. I immersed myself in the hot tub, not knowing that I had the privilege of first dip. The rest of the family will soak in the tub later when I had finished.

My mind drifted off to the events of a week ago when Marissa and I were at the ryokan, a typical Japanese inn near Kyoto. We decided for the heck of it, to do what the natives did. Adventures in the Japanese bath, we called it. We went to the communal hot tub, but no one was there. There were loads of people in Tokyo when we decided to soak in the hot tub at Nihon Shinpan.

We washed ourselves very well then soaked in the tub, watching a few pubic hair floating in the murky water. We laughed knowing the high temperature killed any germs around. We heard the rustling of leaves outside the room. Through the open window we glimpsed the shocked face of a Japanese guest in a yukata, peeping with great curiosity into the room. He hurries away. We relaxed. Then,we went back to our room where everyone else was either playing mahjong or sitting together for warmth keeping out the nippy spring night air. Soothed by the warm bath, Marissa and I drifted off to sleep earlier than everyone else.

But now I’m in Moka City in Tochigi Prefecture, the cotton gin of Japan. I entered my room which was sparsely decorated with a futon and a thick coverlet which I embraced like a love sick lover and swiftly dozed off. I lost track of time until I woke up with a start. I sensed a presence, an undeniable energy lurking in the dark room.

I looked around me and saw in one corner of the room directly across me someone sitting quietly staring at me. I thought I saw the devil, the chap had horns! I closed my eyes again and felt myself starting to hyperventilate, I was trembling. “Oh my God”, I prayed ,”please make this vision that of Shinichi Tsutsumi is one of my favorite Japanese actors, otoko mae ( handsome man) to the max, intense, award winning, brilliant and a serial dater of young women.

I took another peek and this time, I could make out a man in a shadowy costume with what looked liked a scaly armor and something on his head resembling horns. “Ok God”, I bargained “I will make do with an apparition of actor Joe Odagiri and his quirky hair styles in his various films. No, make that Satoshi Tsumabuki, the cho kakkoii (handsome) Jdorama and film actor and one of the handsomest men in my universe.” OMG, did this vision have long hair too? Then, I clearly heard the vision telling me…”Why did you touch my sword?” And pouf, he was gone.

“Was he ninja or samurai? Mmmm,” I thought,” ninjas were cool and supernatural to boot, especially if they look like Joe Odagiri sporting a modified mohawk hairdo as Gennosuke in the movie Shinobi.” But this one looked definitely like a samurai warrior. I drifted back to sleep, safe in my alternate universe, dreaming of Satoshi –kun and oddly enough of angels in kimonos. Next morning I was in the strawberry field picking the largest most luscious strawberries I will ever see in my life.

Sword in the moon and

Samurai warriors dancing.

In my dream,

Angels in kimonos prancing.

Zooming Down Victoria Peak:A Hongkong Kiss Story

 

Kissing

Zooming Down Victoria Peak:A Hongkong Kiss Story

Victoria Peak on HongKong Island on an Indian summer, a party of expats, and a hot young banker equal excitement on overdrive. I was in the Crown colony for a project presentation with other executives of the company I was working with. I was getting stir crazy. Being the youngest, I made all the power point visuals and had to watch more of the same.

I sneaked a quick call to Anngelica from my handy during a break in the session after reading an sms she sent. “Wei- Hello”, she answered in a nasal voice , “Nee hao? How are you?”
There will be a party tonight at the flat she shared with Stephan her Danish fiancée somewhere in Mid-levels of Victoria Peak. The guest list was a mix of expatriates and Pinoy residents of HongKong, mostly bankers since Anngelica worked with a German bank, hoteliers, investment bankers, and stockbrokers.

“What, no locals in the party list?”, I wondered but only for a mere second. I freshened up and made some excuse to my boss about meeting a cousin. Since it was early, I took the Star Ferry from Kowloon across Victoria Harbour to Central on HongKong island. I was tempted to take the 800 meters long moving escalator going up to Mid-levels from the Central Business District just for the heck of it. But, I grabbed a cab instead for the 20 minute ride to Algae and Stephan’s little aerie on a high rise building on Po Shan Road, at the edge of a forest.

The panoramic view of HongKong at night from Mid-levels was fantastic. Inside the luxurious flat ,it was a scene right out of a Johnnie To film. The guests were an odd mixture of men in nifty Italian suits and women in elegant designer dresses which showed off every curve of their bodies. “So what!”, I told myself, “I was in an Escada suit I got at a 75% discount from a designer’s outlet in Tsim Sha Tsui on my first day in HongKong.” I did a double take when I saw a pair who I swear looked like celebrity couple Nicholas Tse and Cecilia Cheung.

Suddenly, there was a slight commotion at the entrance. Whoever he was, stood out from the rest in his skinny faded vintage Versace jeans and lightly starched white shirt. “Who’s the blonde dude in the casual get up air kissing the hot babes.” I asked my best friend Algae while taking a sip from my bottle of Evian. “Ian Holllister, he’s an investment banker. You met him at my engagement party in Manila, remember? He was in ripped jeans and a tuxedo.”, was Anngelica’s retort.

I tried to whistle. He looked different , much hotter. The hair tied up in a pony tail ala Steven Segal was gone. Ian was now sporting a short military buzz , so becoming and manly looking. Oh, and the black rimmed glasses were gone, that’s why I didn’t recognize him. And best of all, there was no girlfriend on his arm. I checked him out, no earrings, that’s a good sign. I edged a little closer and sniffed. O la la, it’s a masculine scent, citrus with a hint of wood. Hmmm, maybe this will prove to be an interesting evening after all.

“So Diana, what brings you to Hongkong this time of the year?, Ian asked as I tried to blend in with the rest of the party crowd after smelling him. “ I had a business meeting, with a client.”, I lied, flattered he remembered my name. Blah, blah, blah, I circulated, met old friends, made new ones, ate a lot from the sumptuous cocktail buffet.

Algae and Stephan tried to convince me to join them at The Whisky Priest after the party. “Hey the action at Lan Kwai Fong is just about to start.”,Stephan said. “I have to go soon.” I mumbled. “I have an early morning meeting with another client tomorrow then I’m off to Manila on the last Cathay Pacific flight. Remember, I just sneaked out. Can you call me a cab for the ride back to the Marriot Hotel?”
“What’s up here, eh?” Ian asked. “Diana has to go back to the Marriot and I’m calling a cab.”, Stephan replied. “No problem “,Ian said, “I’ll take her back , let’s say in forty –five minutes.”
I gulped. That would be way past midnight and I was up since 6 this morning. I was afraid l was going to turn into a pumpkin at the stroke of midnight. Algae and Stephan exchanged weird looks and that was that.

Ian and I talked some more, he was trying to convince me to go clubbing, dropping names like Bar George, C Club and Indochine 1929 which were hang outs for expatriates and chic locals at Lan Kwai Fong, the entertainment district on Central. “I had lunch the other day at Yung Kee at Lan Kwai Fong .”, I mentioned, “ and we went to Sugar at night after our meetings.” Ian promised to meet me his next visit to Manila. “Ok one more wine spritzer then we’re off.”, Ian said. “I’m driving so I can’t drink too much.”

Finally, Ian and I headed out the door and towards the parking area. The air was cool and fresh at this section of the city. “One of the perks of living on Mid-Levels is the quality of air here which is better than the rest of the city. “, Ian said.
“Mmmm I know. ”, I said inhaling, “My lungs are so happy to be away from the haze in the harbour.”

I was looking for his car, maybe a Ferrari, an X-8 beamer or even a Honda will do. What do young investment bankers in their early twenties drive anyway? Suddenly, we stopped in front of a glistening red and black motorcycle, a Ducati Monster 620 and he handed me a top of the line Shoei helmet. No wonder Anngelica and Stephan exchanged that weird look. It was so Ian, his mode of transportation, so unpredictable.

“So, do you always carry a spare helmet with you?”, I cheekily inquired. “Yes, a big bike is a chick magnet. It’s a great way to pick up women and I’m always lucky.”, he coolly replied with a wink and laughed. “Put this on and make sure you lock your arms around me real tight, eh.”, were his instructions as he helped me up as my skirt was really tight.

Then, we zoomed off and I was in for the ride of my life. I felt like I entered the eye of a storm where everything was at a standstill but the world around me was in constant motion. I could feel the wind and the cool air and nothingness. “This beats the hot air balloon ride I took with that German company at Clark Field in Angeles, Pampanga two months ago, the fringe benefits of my job.”, I smiled as I remembered.

So how did I feel zooming down Victoria Peak at 100 km per hr astride a Ducati big bike, helmet on, plastered to the backside of a Canadian hunk named Ian? It was exhilarating and I felt light headed from the adrenalin rush. When we hit the flat roads of Central near Lan Kwai Fong, I could make out in a blur the shock faces of people in the cars watching us.

My Prada shoes got scuffed, there was a tear in my expensive Falk stockings, my Escada skirt was hiked up mid –thigh and I lost a fake earring. I must have looked quiet a sight! When I took off my helmet, my hair looked like I just got out of bed, and I probably had a glazed look in my eyes. Was it the adrenalin rush, the sensuality of the ride, cheating death or whatever? When we finally reached Marriot Hotel and dismounted, my legs were wobbly and I could still feel the throbbing of the engines.

Then, in the heat of the moment, Ian grabbed me and we locked lips in a passionate kiss that left both of us dizzy. With great effort, I tore myself away from his embrace. After murmuring a thank you, I disappeared into the hotel. Kisses like that are dangerous and bound to get me into trouble. It was just too much for my senses. I glanced at the mirror in the lobby. I had this look of bliss on my face and a smile one couldn’t erase. I was wide awake at the edge of the world. End of my Hongkong kiss story.

Well, there you have it another short kiss story. I would have wanted Chanel shoes but that's pushing it a bit too far and i don't own a pair. Thanks for reading my work.

Nicanor Perlas-New Politics by Irritation

Nick Perlas is on the front page of the Philippine Daily Inquirer today- New Politics by Irritation according to Perlas. 

You can also watch Nick on GMANews webcast Examine here:

http://blogs.gmanews.tv/yourvox/nicanor-perlas-on-examine/

Here is the link to the online version http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/inquirerheadlines/nation/view/20091101-233350/New-politics-by-irritation-according-to-Perlas 

New politics by ‘irritation,’ according to Perlas 


By Edson C. Tandoc Jr.
Philippine Daily Inquirer
First Posted 00:45:00 11/01/2009

Close this A NUMBER OF PRESIDENTIAL ASPIrants with a mind-set on reforms and new politics are now backing Liberal Party standard-bearer Sen. Benigno “Noynoy” Aquino III—but Nicanor Perlas is not one of them.

His campaign slogan, composed by his supporters, is a play on his surname: “Perlas Tayong Lahat (We are all pearls).”

“Perlas” is the Filipino word for “pearl,” which is formed when a shell gets irritated, the man observed. Thus, his slogan represents “the millions of Filipinos getting irritated” by current problems.

It also speaks of the Philippines’ ongoing “inner process of transformation” to be able to “rise up again amidst the challenges,” he said.

Speaking with Inquirer editors last week, the 59-year-old activist-environmentalist said that as he had declared in June, he would seek the highest elective post in the country and nothing else.

And no, Perlas said, he was not considering running for a lower post, such as senator. He pointed out that the Philippines already had good laws, and that the challenge was to implement them properly.

Malacañang is the problem

“The disease of our system is in the presidential level. The executive branch is the source of all our problems,” he said.

Perlas also said that while he was not as well-known or as moneyed as the other presidential aspirants, he was not quitting the race.

He said the “yellow fever” triggered by the death on Aug. 1 of former President Corazon Aquino and now centered on her only son was ignoring “the discernment process that is needed at this time.”

Perlas said that while he had worked closely with then President Aquino, he met her son only once, and recently: It was Noynoy who, in a ceremony in August, handed to him the Manuel L. Quezon award for Exemplary Governance for his environment work.

New politics

Pampanga Gov. Ed Panlilio, who declared he would run for president a week before Perlas’ own declaration in June, has expressed support for Noynoy Aquino.

Isabela Gov. Grace Padaca, who was being pushed by her supporters to also seek the presidency, is now also backing Aquino, being a member of the Liberal Party.

But Perlas said: “It is not clear where Noynoy will lead us. There is no discussion of any platform.”

In reiterating his intention to run for president, he said there was a need for “new politics” to replace the “personality-driven” traditional system.

“The most popular person may not always be the best,” he said.
Perlas does not count among the presidential aspirants ranking impressively in the surveys, like Aquino. But the presidential election is still six months away and “a lot of things can happen,” he pointed out.

“If people will hear me personally, I believe support will be overwhelming,” Perlas said.

He said voters should study his platform, which is based on six pillars—eradicating poverty, minimizing corruption and promoting moral governance, stopping environmental destruction, introducing participatory governance, promoting creative education, and encouraging innovation and other good practices.

Green candidacy

Perlas’ presidential campaign color will be green. But it will be a broader vision of a “green candidacy,” he said, adding:

“Green is not just about the environment. It is also about economic, political, societal, human and spiritual issues. Climate change is a green issue, but preparing for disaster is also important.”

Perlas’ name may not be familiar to most Filipinos, but he has extensive experience in government service, as well as involvement in the peace process in Mindanao.

He was active in the opposition to the Bataan Nuclear Power Plant that was built through fraudulent means during the regime of President Ferdinand Marcos. His stance earned him death threats that forced him to flee to the United States and stay there for about a decade.
Perlas returned to the Philippines after the fall of the Marcos dictatorship and served as consultant of the Presidential Committee on the Philippine Nuclear Power Plant and of the Philippine Council of Sustainable Development under Presidents Corazon Aquino and Fidel Ramos, respectively.

He was also part of the umbrella groups that helped oust President Joseph Estrada in 2001 and that called for the resignation of President Macapagal-Arroyo at the height of the “Hello Garci” election fraud scandal in 2005.

Internet power

But for all his accomplishments, Perlas is not keen on airing advertisements of himself on television.

“I don’t believe in infomercials,” he declared.
While infomercials may be legal, “these violate the spirit of the law,” and those who have been spending on TV ads “display their propensity to bend the law,” he said.

Instead, Perlas is banking on the reach of the Internet.
He maintains a website, www.nicanorperlas.com, where his articles, credentials and updated write-ups on current issues are posted. He is also on social networking sites like Facebook and Twitter.

Fighting corruption

Perlas said that although he comes from a well-to-do family, he chose to study agriculture at the Xavier University in Cagayan de Oro because he wanted to work closely with the poor.

His father, Jesus Perlas, was general manager of the National Waterworks and Sewerage Authority (Nawasa) during the Marcos regime.
Marcos tried to corrupt his father, and when the latter resisted, the dictator slapped him with a trumped-up corruption case, according to Perlas.

It “radicalized” him and introduced him to student activism, he said, adding that it was also why fighting corruption would be one of his priorities if he gets elected as president.

Perlas said he would make the Office of the President as transparent as possible in terms of budget and expenses. He said he would also appoint an anticorruption czar.

The advocacy will begin in his presidential campaign: He will only shell out a maximum of P2 million from his own pocket for his campaign.
The bulk of the funds will come from people who believe in him and in his platform.

Big businesses are welcome to support him financially, but they will be reminded that they will be supporting “not an individual, but a vision.”

Perlas made it clear: “If I am elected, there will be no favors.”

Nicanor Perlas- The Practical Visionary

Nicanor Perlas, 59 years old, has a global reputation as a “practical visionary”. He sets goals that many consider impossible, moves into action, and succeeds. His achievements have benefited the lives of millions of Filipinos. PERLAS advocates a Platform of Governance that has SIX PILLARS. This platform aims to: Eradicate Poverty and Enhance Quality of Life Advance Moral and Effective Governance Uphold the Integrity of Creation Build Partnerships for Social Justice Promote Holistic Education and Inner Change Mainstream Visionary Initiatives Many said it was “impossible”: To stop the corrupt-ridden and dangerous Marcos Bataan Nuclear Power Plant; To stop bribery and ban 32 pesticide formulations poisoning millions of farmers; To inaugurate large-scale farming without toxic chemicals; To mainstream sustainable development in the country; To protect the jobs of millions of rice farmers from trade liberalization; To remove the scandal-prone Estrada from office. Yet Perlas not only dreamt the “impossible” but, together with others, achieved it, benefiting millions of Filipinos. In addition, he has helped thousands of poor farmers in over 25 provinces remove their addiction to harmful farm chemicals. Plus he helped inaugurate a micro-finance initiative that now benefits 240,000 micro-enterprising poor. Many prestigious organizations have given Perlas their highest award, cementing his reputation as a man of both vision and action. Perlas has received global awards for his work in governance, peace, environment, sustainable agriculture, global economic and financial management, globalization, among others. Manuel L. Quezon Award for Exemplary Governance (August 2009) Alternative Nobel Prize (Right Livelihood Award) (October 2003) The Outstanding Filipino (TOFIL) Award. (October 1994) UN Environmental Program Global 500 Roll of Honor (June 1994) Rev. William Masterson S.J. Award (March 1995) Many politicians promise to benefit the life of Filipinos yet fail to deliver on their promises. Perlas has already benefited the lives of millions of Filipinos without even promising them. He just did it. He walks his talk. “The true Philippines wants to be born. We are called to take courage, to take risks and to act out of our highest ideals and deepest sources of conviction. Then the impossible can happen. Then our true Philippines will emerge.” - Nicanor Perlas

Lala in Toronto Sun Oct 4 for Kapisanan Relief efforts

Lala's picture made it to Toronto Sun 's October 4,2009 story of Kapisanan Center's relief efforts for typhoon victims in the Philippines. More stories about them here http://kapisanan.wordpress.com/

 

Lala's Coke Ad with Lilith circa 1987

On Youtube uploaded by Production Village one of the Coke ads my daughter Lala was in with singer Lilith. The other variants of the Coke ad had her in a girl scout's uniform. I wish Production Village would also upload the Burger Machine ad Lala and I were in and the Colgate ad Lala was in when she was 8 years old. She's so tall at that age.

 

 

Nicanor Perlas- Changing Philippine Politics

Friends, volunteers and supporters of Nicanor Perlas say why Nick is changing the face of Philippine politics . Pls. visit www.nicanor-perlas.com and
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Nicanor-Perlas/97103351511?ref=search&sid=1125457176.421067070..1

Salo Salo sa Pagbabago Dinner for Change Oct. 19,2009

What is your vision for the Philippines in 2010 and beyond?The Nicanor Perlas for President volunteer's Initiative  would like to invite you on Oct.19,2009 Monday 7:00 P.M. at the OCCI Center for Learning ,6th floor ,Emerald bldg. F.Ortigas Road,(formerly Emerald Ave.)Ortigas Center, Pasig City.Share , listen and dine with Mr. Nicanor Perlas and others like you who are for a new Philippines  A seat will cost only P500.00. Pls. text your confirmation with your name to me at 09155336189 or 6345058 or  Carl at 09286250388 02-4125356, 02-4669520.Thank you!Perlas tayong lahat.

 

Mosart team on standby status with Phil Nat Red Cross for Typhoon Pepeng

Eric Alvia -09178370210 and 09063495109 with landline 6348095 is mobilizing the Mosart rescue team together with a composite team from Wack-Wack &  Addition Hills in Mandaluyong,Kapitolyo, Pineda and San Antonio Pasig  and the Taal Yatch club to augment the Philippine National Red Cross Rizal chapter on ready reserve status. He is looking for volunteers and for people who have jet skis, boats and other water vehicles that the team can use. This team went to Cainta last Sunday Sept. 27,2009 and Monday Sept 28 on

 rescue missions . 

Typhoon Ondoy victims' stories

 I have two friends staying with me now  since Tuesday September 29, 2009 from Vista Verde, Cainta.Their homes are not yet habitable and they lost some or all of their belongings.

These are their inspiring stories:

Falconerie Espanola lives in 214 Andros St.Phase 4 Vista Verde, Cainta.

"On Saturday Sept 26 2009, when the water reached the garage level.I started moving things and appliances to the second floor. We also carried up the bed ridden motherof Ate Nory, who owns the house. Monchit the brother of Ate Nory told me hewas so happy that I had the presence of mind to do this otherwise, he wouldhave drowned with his mom because he was too  paralyzed by fear to doanything. Less than an hour later, the water reached  the second floorlanding. Nory and the 2 kids were out of the house. KC was stranded in her schoolin San Agustin where she had ACP camping. Nory and Mikey were stranded at 2nd flrof the 7-11 store outside Vista Verde. The other houses of our neighbors which whichwere bungalows were totally submerged and some were on the roofs or swam toother neighbors houses with 2 stories.

By 2 PM saturday we had no electricty, phonelines or cellphone signals. we were totally cut off . On Sunday, since I am a strong swimmer,I swam acrossto neighbors houses to give them canned goods, noodles and drinking water becausethey were not able to bring anything up to the 2nd floor because the water roseso swiftly.We had lots of canned goods that Kuya Danny sent from time to timein a balikbayan box from California.

I am scared of snakes and some were floating on the water. Later Toto,one of the caretakers of a row of houses killed some of the snakes. Even the house of my good friend, Coca Cola PBA player Dennis Espino which is on thehighest portion of the village had the first floor totally submerged including his cars,and appliances.On Monday Dennis told me he and his family were strandedsomewhere in Marikina.

I was still able to text my family in San Carlos, Negros to ask themto pray for us because of the rising water.I was so nervous but still mobilizedmy neighbors who helped me with the heavy stuff. I was able to lift by myself

the sofa and drag it upstairs. but after the flood waters receded, I couldn't even lift it to return it to the first floor.

Sunday 5 P.M. the water was still up to my chest, I had to swim to the entrance gate to pick up Nory and the kids who had not eaten as well. Because electricity and water services were not yet restored and I was so tired,I was finally able to reach my friend Cecille Ferrer on Tuesday Sept 29in barangay san antonio pasig who was frantically texting and calling me and I sought

shelter at her house.She told me that her friend Eric Alvia of Barrio Kapitolyo Pasigand his mountaineer friendstogether with the San Antonio Barangay fire and rescue team got a motorized boat and went to Cainta to look for people to rescue and but at 1 A.M Monday,September 28, they had to turnback because of the strong currents so they didn't reach our area.

 The next day, Wednesday,Sept 30, I was joined in Cecille's house by another friend from Vista Verde, Jennifer Rosca who lost all of her belongings and is now wearingCecille's much larger clothes. Jennifer only saved her bag, usb and one plastic envelop of important documents on her case study for sustainable design and development plusher cell phone but no charger.

I was able to finally cry when I reached Cecille's house becauseI was still traumatized. My family and friends were finally able to call my cellphone andCecille's landline. Cecille brought us to a meeting with her Buddhist friendsand we were wearing rubber slippers that she gave us and her clothes  and herfriend Mariano Yupitun feed us and gave us blankets to also share with the others left at Vista Verde. 

I am so thankful to all my friends who were thinking and praying for me. and I am very thankful to God thatI was saved and my neighbors are also safe . All I could think of as the waterwas rising was how blessed I was that we still had food and were dry on thesecond floor and alive." Falconerie Espanola cellphone-09273225420- Oct. 1,2009

Jennifer Rosca , interior designer consultant from Cebu lives with a family on 501 Apollo St. Phase 4 Vista Verde Executive Village, Cainta Rizal

" On Friday night Sept.25,2009 I was not going home because I was invited by a couple friend who are Adventist to stay at their house in Makati because of their Saturday church service. But since I didn't bring extra clothes and I had to wear skirt and not pants to the service, and I was not able to ask permission from my landlady, I went home to Vista Verde Cainta at 8 P.M. even with the strong rain. On saturday Sep.t 26 i woke up at 6 a.m. and found out the water in our house reached up to my knees. since we are used to flooding during the rainy season, we thought it was just an ordinary rainy day and things were normal. At 10 a.m. I peeped out to the street and saw that the water reached midway of our gate and i went out and the water was mid-tigh. I asked the daughter of my landlady and asked her if this was a common event when it rains. and she said she experienced it once with water reaching up to her tigh several years back.  

At 11:30 while my landlady was preparing lunch,I went out to do mylaundry but the water at the back of the house reached up to my waist.  the water startedrushing into the house while we took our lunch and we were joking with each otherabout our cell phones falling into the water. I kept on eating and found out after a coupleof seconds that the water kept rising so we all stood up still eating. then I rushed to myroom and got my rosary, mama mary statue and palaspas and my documents my birth certificate, my case study about sustainable design development of a special clientfrom Cebu to present in New York and my bag with the picture of my boyfriend , my usb and my cellphone but forgot the charger. My landlady and her husband placed her kids on styrofoam ice box andthey floated to the next door neighbor's two story house.

Almost 1 P.M. the water was up to my chest. I tried to swim holding on to thegate with one hand and one hand holding on to my documents and tried to go tothe two story house where my friend Nerie Espanola was staying. But the current wasso strong and I was getting tired because I had fever and Nerie told me to take medicine.

There was a three story house owned by Col. Aguirre five houses away from myhouse. A tricycle driver who was taking shelter in col. aguirre's house with his familyincluding an infant,  saw me and shouted, "saan ka pupunta jen? gusto ko pumunta kay Nerie espanola kasi 2 storey ang house niya. He replied " Dito ka nasa bahay ni colonel, hindi muna kakayanin lumangoy hanggang andros kasi masyadong malalim na at malakas ang agos ng tubig."

When i reached the 3 storey house, Col. opened the door and the water in the living room was untilmy knees while the water on the street level was over 6 ft. tall.Because their house was on one of the highest parts of apollo st. the water only reached the ground floor not the second floor. Six families took shelter at Col. Aguirre's house, we had to share the bread and the water becausethey were not able to go to the grocery. On sunday Sept.27, I woke up at 5 a.m. to look for food floatingon the flood waters and found some vegetables, meat,fish in plastic container  that were smelly but we washed these with water saved in the kitchen.we cooked that and gave it to the children first sincewe didn't have dinner the night before. the maid of one of the family  taking shelter swam to their bungalow house and found rice in plastic floating there. we cooked that as well.

i realized the importance of one matchbox stick left for our survival. we were shouting at thehelicopters overhead to drop food but the helicopter people just took videos of us.sunday afternoon I asked Albert the tricyle driver to get the floating gas range burner and shellane tank floating in the flood water and we dried it on the rooftop so we could use it. Water was still 10 feetoutside the house. Sunday night we couldn't sleep because she could hear people shouting saklolo saklolo help us. 

I stayed there until Monday Sept 27 after lunch, when waters subsided up to knee level. I wentback home and found my things were washed away and nothing was left. the house was still full of muddy water, no electricity, no phone, nothing. i went back to col. aguirre to help cook lunch and eat there. I went back home to help clean and Monday night I went to my friend George also on andros street to check on them. I was so wet that my fever came back and my feet were so white from the cold.I slept there Monday night and on Tuesday morning Sept. 29 I helped clean up and we saw nuns giving food on our street. People lined up outside their gates, poor and rich alike to accept the food donation. Nerie bought medicine for me and I picked it up at her house.

Tuesday lunch time I lined up at the country club together with poor and rich alike to accept food and water and medicine from the Philippine Red Cross. This is the first time I did it in my life. In Cebu I would help distribute food to disaster victims, now I am on the receiving end to survive. At the house of George we pooled the food we got and we shared it. I slept there another night and the next day Wednesday Sept 30 I texted my mom in Cebu that I was ok but not telling her about my flood experience. I texted from a common friend cellphone and got a reply from Nerie to call her at her friend Cecille Ferrer's house in Pasig and Cecille said to stay withher.

Cecille drove with Nerie to Shangrila Mall to pick me up, feed me lunch and I took a shower and finally changed out of the clothes I wore during the typhoon and she gave me some clothes and disposable underwear to change into. We later went with her to attend a meeting and her Buddhist friend Mariano Yupitun also feed us and gave Nerie and me blankets. 

Reflecting on what happened afterwards, I realized that focus is important. I survived because because I had presence of mind and focus and still have a lot of things to accomplish to make other people smile and make a difference in the lives of many.I found out how one match stick saved the lives of 6 families who were so hungry and we were able to cook the food werecovered from the flood waters. Its not important if you are rich or poor in times of disasterbecause you are all equal suffering, sharing water and bread, hungry and cold. It is corny and badoy but if you love someone you will do everything to survive. I kept thinking of my family,my boyfriend  and my true friends. I thank God,Mama Mary, I'm still alive, I still have a lot of responsibilities.- 

Jennifer Rosca, interior design consultant- Oct. 1,2009

I'm praying with the rest of the Philippines, that the forecasted Typhoon Pepeng will veer away or will at least not be as disastrous as the last one. There are still thousands of people in evacuation centers and the flood waters have not receeded in so many places.

 

Kapisanan Philippine Center in Toronto: Charity is also our second Language

In the spirit of bayanihan, Kapisanan Philippine Centre for Arts and Culture will be lending a hand to the victims of tropical storm, Ketsana aka Typhoon Ondoy.It all happens here!

Poetry is Our Second Language • Sat. October 3rd • 7 pm til you’re SAWA!

Not just Nuit Blanche, it’s a Night to Give Back. Stop by and PWYC to support the relief efforts in the Philippines while you enjoy poetry.

Want to help? We are accepting monetary donations via PayPal, cheques or cash and in-kind donations at Kapisanan 167 Augusta Av. Toronto, ON.

Here’s the PayPal info:

Direct Link
Merchant Name: Kapisanan Philippine Centre
Secure Merchant Account ID: 6GLE65XWEL3YQ

Source:http://kapisanan.wordpress.com/2009/09/29/charity-is-also-our-second-language-how-to-help-typhoon-ondoy-victims-through-kapisanan/

Photos of donations:http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=110732&id=500014232&ref=mf

This is my daughter Carla's personal appeal to friends for donation .

From: Day-Reiner, Carla 

Sent: Tuesday, September 29, 2009 5:53 PM

To: ALL
Subject: A Personal Request for Disaster Relief Donations

Hello everyone, 

As you may have heard, this past weekend the Philippines was ravaged by Tropical Storm Ketsana (referred to locally as “Typhoon Ondoy”) leaving behind a trail of devastation and causing the president to declare a state of calamity in the capital region and 26 surrounding provinces. The official death toll has reached 240 with hundreds more missing, several hundred displaced and sick, and while property loss and damage is yet untallied, it is staggering. Rescue efforts have been slow due to the government forces’ lack of equipment, and many ordinary citizens have been injured or killed while contributing to rescue efforts. It is considered the country’s Hurricane Katrina/Tsunami combined. Everyone who is able is contributing to rescue and relief efforts as much as they can in the form of personal donation and manpower to supplement the government’s next to non-existent calamity fund and to supplement the efforts of local and international organizations such as The Philippine Red Cross.

As a personal undertaking, I am passing the hat around the office for any help you can give. The Kapisanan Philippine Centre, a local Filipino community group I belong to, has pitched in the relief efforts here in Toronto by collecting donations in both cash and kind. Cash donations will be donated to Global Medic, a Toronto-based volunteer agency that is deploying a relief mission to the Philippines to provide safe drinking water.  Goods will be shipped and distributed by local affiliates upon receipt. Anything you can give would be truly appreciated. I’ve just learned that cash and certain goods (such as new clothing, non-perishable food items and medicine) are preferable to used clothing as there are customs restrictions regarding the latter.

If any of you are able, please come see me to donate either cash or any of the goods I have listed above by end of day Friday. I’ll be taking these to the Centre on Saturday which is the drop off day for the collected goods and funds which will be tallied and dispatched. As this won’t be going through any charitable channels, no tax receipts will be issued. However since this is a personal effort, I’ll ensure your individual donations will be noted by the Centre.

On that note, I just wanted to mention that everyone at the Manila office is safe and sound and the office has been operational as of yesterday. 

Thanks in advance for any support you can give.

Yours in hope,

Carla

 

MOSART Team need help to rescue Cainta flood victims

My friend Eric Alvia organized a group of concerned and private citizens and professional mountain rescuers (MOSART) and they need volunteers as well as donations of noodles, water and blankets. They will go to Cainta which has not been reached by rescuers. I talked with the the Barangay San Antonio Pasig  fire and rescue team group (Chairman Lito de la Merced, Kagawad Karen Lucero and Melvin Villaruz) and they will be joining in the effort.

 

"Staging area is at the Pineda barangay hall with a team from wack wack and 3 people with motorize boat from Sucat will join .Hall is in front of iglesia ni kristo at san isidro street in Kapitolyo, Pasig 

I am doing a logistics survey for inflatables,  motorize boats, jet skis, kayaks, ropes, dump trucks, 1st aiders, rescue swimmers. We will mount a rescue & extraction of stranded families in villages of Dacon, Kasibulan, & Vista Verde in Cainta. Staging area is Kapitolyo, Pasig. Please email or sms if you can help or have access to such.

Status of water level in area as of 1300H Sept. 27: Cainta junction-waist deep, Makro area, Imelda Ave.-chest deep, and Kasibulan, Imelda Ave.- 1st floor under water, Dacon village - 2nd flr water level.

Any assistance is appreciated.

Best regards & everyone stay safe during this times,"

Eric Alvia

09178370210

09063495109

ericalvia@gmail.com

6348095, 7477793

Jin Akanishi is the sexiest man in Japan now!

Memo to: Jin Akanishi obsessed fangirl

Memo from: Jin Akanishi addicted fangirl

1. Buy AnAn magazine volume 1677 out in stands on September 23,2009 no matter what it costs!

2. Watch fan made videos of Jin Akanishi's shocking 8 page 10 photo spread on AnAn with the theme Wild Thing!

3. Jin Akanishi is now considered the sexiest man in Japan.*dances in the street*

Sept. 29,2009 Tuesday

From Music Japan Plus JP

 Akanishi Poses Fully Nude for First Time, Tuesday September 29, 2009

In the latest issue of the women's magazine ‘an･an' that went on sale on September 23rd, KAT-TUN member Akanishi Jin posed fully nude for his first time! The boldness and sheer provocativeness of the photos were unprecedented for a Johnny's member. Akanishi showed off his trim body while also appearing with a foreign female model in some racy, suggestive scenes. There were even pictures of the two passionately kissing each other.

The other Johnny's members who had appeared nude in the same magazine include V6 member Okada Junichi, Matsumoto Jun of Arashi and Yamashita Tomohisa of NEWS. For this particular edition the magazine chose Akanishi because “From the standpoint of women, he epitomizes an ideal form of male sexiness.” For the previous articles featuring Johnny's members, the photos while provocative had retained a pure, innocent aspect. For the Akanishi version an･an added a different theme: ‘Males Loving Females Tenderly'. Also, Akanishi himself requested for the photos to show an ‘aggressive style' as well. Among the scenes ‘produced' by Akanishi include a photo where he gently bites the jaw of the female model while caressing each other. Throughout the photo session Akanishi talked with the female model in fluent English to make her feel comfortable. The intimate atmosphere between the two made it seem as if the pair really were seeing each other.

The sexy, wild ‘Akanishi Land' spanned 8 whole pages, and doubtless female fans became hypnotized by the photos,

Jin Akanishi-Love shoot for AnAn subbed[2009.09]
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Nicanor Perlas live chat on GMANews.TV Thurs Sept 24

Are you ready to CHANGE the poltical system in the Philippines?

 

Please tune in to the live chat with Nicanor Perlas on GMATV News

http://www.gmanews.tv/index.html

 

 Thursday September 24,2009 11 A.M. Philippine Time

For our friends abroad check out the time on this link- world timezone clock http://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/

Web users may chat with the Nicanor Perlas by registering at www.allaccess.com.ph and logging on to www.gmanews.tv. 

 

 

Nick will also be interviewed for Examine, a question-and-answer web show that will be aired at a later date. Users may email their questions to examine@gmanews.tv before September 24.