Wednesday Movie Nights at the Goethe-Institut

I’ve always wanted to go inside the Goethe-Institut in Salcedo Village because it looks so pretty from the outside and I’ve always wanted a library like this.

Photo: Grace Velasco

And now I have a reason to, as they screen German movies for free every Wednesday night.
Their current film series is called A Visual Tour Through German Literature, featuring film adaptations of various German literary works by authors such Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Erich Kaestner, and Daniel Kehlmann.
Just like their novels, many of these adaptations are highly acclaimed in the German cultural scene.
Wednesday Movie Nights are a permanent feature of the Goethe-Institut Philippinen.
The following 6 PM screenings are free and open to public:

January 28, 2015 — Der Blaue Engel (The Blue Angel)

The Blue Angel

February 4, 2015 — Das Fliegende Klassenzimmer (The Flying Classroom)

The Flying Classroom

February 11, 2015 — Nikolaikirche (Nikolai Church)

Nikolai Church

February 18, 2015 — Die Vermessung der Welt (Measuring the World)


February 25, 2015 — Der Turm (Part 1), (The Tower)
March 4, 2015 — Der Turm (Part 2), (The Tower)

Der Turm

Goethe-Institut Philippinen
121 LP Leviste Street, Salcedo Village, Makati
Tel. +63 2 840-5723 • 840-5724 • 817-0978 • 817-0979

Cibo’s welcomes the new year with 1997 prices

To celebrate the start of 2015, Cibo once again offers its best sellers at 1997 prices:

January 21 & 28 – Uva Nera at P50
January 22 & 29 – Crema di Zucca at P95
January 23 & 30 – Penne al Telefono at P175
January 26 – Tagliata di Manzo, Aglio Rosmarino at P195
January 27 – Spinaci Zola at P85


Available at all Cibo branches:
• Alabang Town Center (842-7285)
• Gateway Mall, Araneta Center (913-2426)
• Glorietta 4 (729-2426)
• Greenbelt 5 (758-2426)
• Eastwood Mall (470-2426) 
• Power Plant Mall (898-2426) and Cibo Bimbi (895-6426)
• Promenade Greenhills (727-2426)
• Robinsons Magnolia (642-2426)
• Shangri-La Plaza (633-2426)

The waiting game: an exercise in regret

Sorry to lay this on you, but I’ve been feeling bad ever since the Pope left the country.
Not because I miss him but because I had a horrible time waiting for him outside Villamor Airbase.
Obviously it is not the Pope’s fault. I have only myself to blame because I went there on my own free will.

When I heard the Pope was coming to Manila, I wished and prayed with all my heart that I would get to see him, that by some miracle a ticket would land on my lap or I would get an invitation somewhere.
Since none of that happened, I knew on the last day I couldn’t let him leave without saying goodbye.
So the night before he left, my friends Patrice, Grace and I decided to take a chance.
Grace slept over and I didn’t. I spent the night thinking and praying in the dark.
At 3:30 AM we got up, showered, dressed and picked up Patrice.
We had a nice breakfast at a 24-hour McDonald’s before proceeding to Villamor Airbase.
At some point the road was closed, so we got dropped off in front of Resorts World and walked on mud to find a good vantage point.

Waiting for the Pope

Our poor shoes, covered in mud.

Waiting for the Pope

We were there at 5 AM and I didn’t know how a restless person like me could stand staying put for the next 4.5 hours. We brought stools, so luckily we could sit down. It was fairly spacious at 5 AM.

Waiting for the Pope

But as time passed, more people came and tried squeeze in front of us and we didn’t like that.
They pushed and made us feel bad by saying hurtful words, when we were just protecting our right to our space, having been there hours before them.
The whole exercise made me feel scared and bad. I felt unsafe among my countrymen. But I couldn’t walk away because my driver wasn’t there and I had friends. I closed my eyes and prayed for strength and patience.
Some people dared to cross the water, not us.

Waiting for the Pope

Despite all our efforts to protect our space, look at all the people that managed to squeeze in front of us.

Waiting for the Pope

Around 9:30 AM—four and a half hours later—Pope Francis passed by in the Pope mobile. He was a sight to behold in white. He really looked like an angel. I tried to capture it on camera but didn’t want to stop looking at him.
So the footage I got was really shaky—a total of three seconds.

Pope Francis

Was it worth it? No. Because I was so scared the whole time trying to protect our spot from people who do not respect private space and who was there first.

Waiting for the Pope

If there were a crisis, like a war, a riot or a looting, I would not survive because I don’t have the strength or will to fight or steal.
After the Pope was out of sight, my friends and I walked to the Marriott Hotel. We were starving. Luckily there was a table for us at the buffet. Maybe I was just hungry or the food was really good!

Waiting for the Pope

Would I do it again? No. I would just watch it on TV. I was never good with large crowds. I don’t like crowded events. I don’t like queueing for hours. I’m just not built to last.
As my friend Miguel said, “Just go to the Vatican.”
Maybe I will. Or so I heard he is going to New York next year. But for now I am done chasing the Pope. I’m happy he was here, but I’m also glad it’s over. I’m so tired, exhausted and disappointed. I need to get my energy back and go to work.

P.S. I’m just thankful it didn’t rain on us. What the people in Tacloban, UST and Luneta went through—I can’t.
I do hope when the Pope blessed the crowd, it reached me, cause I sure need it. Thank you, Pope Francis.

Thanks for the visits!

Hello and thank you for the all page views during the last two days!
I hit 120,000 and 135,000, thanks to the hot men post I did recently.

Chuvaness stats

I’m still thinking about writing about my experience yesterday while waiting for the Pope to arrive at Villamor Airbase. But right now I’m too exhausted, disappointed, and traumatized and just want to move on.
I need time to reassess my feelings about the recent events, which started out good and ended badly.
So today will be spent buying odds and ends, going to my office, and taking care of work for my clients.
Wishing all of you a great week ahead. I would love to stay in bed and do nothing, but I need to move my ass.
Thank you for visiting my blog,

Top 6 hot men during Pope Francis visit

Bless me Father for I have sinned….
Sorry but my eyes can’t help it. I’ve been spotting good looking men throughout the papal visit.
My friend Grace and I have been talking about it, causing Teddyboy Locsin to tell us to shush on Twitter.

In no particular order, here are the Top 6:

1) The parish priest of Our Lady of Lourdes church in Caloocan.
Fr. Luciano Felloni has been very visible on TV these past few days due to personal recollections about fellow Argentine Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio, whom he encountered even before the latter became Pope Francis.
Fr. Felloni has a deep love for the Philippines and said he will die here. Not only does he speak Filipino like a native, he also dresses well in my color scheme! Wish we had more priests like him. I would go to Mass more often.


2) The Seminarian.
Okay so my jaw slightly dropped when Kenneth Rey Parsad sang during Mass at the Manila Cathedral. Not my type because he is less than half my age. Just saying he has showbiz looks and really good hair. Let us suppress immoral thoughts about 1 and 2.

3) The Bodyguard.
Whitney Houston had Kevin Costner, and the Pope has this guy who could pass for George Clooney x Clive Owen’s borta brother. If he lost 20 lbs. he’d be perfect.

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4) The other bodyguard.
I really like good-looking AFAMs* in dark suits and a smart rain coat. And you?


jayson cayabyab
Photo: Jayson Cayabyab

And you’ll forgive me because the only bodyguards we see in Manila look like this:


5) The camera man.
It was Atty. Mahal who pointed him out to me on Twitter:

Ah yes. If only his right eye weren’t perpetually stuck to the camera lens, we might be able to confirm it.

camera man

Hello po.

Pope's camera man


Camera man

6) The driver.
Eek. If my driver looked like this—very wrong! He could pass for Antonio Banderas’s baby brother.


May dimples pa.


Well, Kat, as you can see, he is in very good hands. Don’t worry!

*AFAM = A foreigner assigned in Manila

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