Is this a reason to stop smoking or what ?

More on softdrugs

Well, today there's something for the small home growers. In Holland there are a lot of small home-growers. I'm not talking about the high number of illigal plantages counting thousands if not ten of thousands of plants. Once in a while a huge greenhouse is rounded up and all of it's contains will be destroyed. ( Sayang naman !!). The problem is that these suckers are drawing off the electricity and stealing for millions from our community. International cartels are running the busyness, oh man it's an export branche you can't immagine. The retail prices for this product are between 10 to 20 US$ or even more, due to quality. The mabs sell theirs for some $6,000 a Kg. Let's estimate you can grow half a kilo of grass/m2. A medium livingroom size 4 by5m space, could produce 10 K's = 60 fucking thousand US $. Each three months !!!! Now imagine a huge greenhouse, then your talking millions....
I've seen pictures on TV, taken inside those 'weed factories' as they were discovered and dismantled.

Our Dutch tolerance towards the recreational weed-blowers in Holland is at jeopardy. These illigal big shit is screwing up. The number of countries where you get sentenced to jail (or worse !!!) for the possesion of one gram of marihuana are innumerable. Now where in the whole fuckin'world will you find a place, where you can walk a free man after paying your fine for running a plantage.... That's no good. I agree with Brussels, something need to be done to stop or suppress these activities. Now how succesfully have the drugs-fighters fought their war on cocaïne in South America ? Or their struggle against the opium producing Afgans ?

We are not waiting to end up in a war to lose our well fought freedom to smoke a dooby...

My sollution is so simple. Stop maintaining this tolerance policy. Then grant permits to all Dutch inhabitants to grow at least their own weed, give it a limit of 10 plants or something so possesion is no longer criminal. People not smoking their own pot should be allowed to provide in the needs of a local coffee shop.

I don't understand all that fuss around smoking the marijuanaplant. What the heck, smoking tabacco to get addicted to nicotine is world wide accepted. Everybody knows how bad smoking is to your health, it causes cancer to the throat and the lungs and kills a little, day by day..

Drinking alcohol is just as bad to the abuser. Do you want to ruin you liver, or hit your wife and children when your intoxicated ? Go for alcohol...

The old Indians knew how to make peace ( before the Europeans came to steal their habitat and to kill their buffalo's), they had their peace-pipe. I have no idea what they were smoking, but as I may believe the old western movies ( I better don't !!!) it was some kind of pot for sure. Wow, did those guys get stoned man. They even could make it rain by dancing only, LOL.

The American policy to the use/abuse of alcohol and drugs are diverse. Oh, do we remember the good old days when alcohol was banned in the states. It wasn't only Al Capone who made a fortune during that time by selling 'drinks'. A lot of the todays millionairs thank their fortune to that periode. As soon as it was legalized again, the busyness collapsed. There was a time that smoking marijuana was just as common as it was to smoke nicotine.

It was president Carter I believe, who had a good nose to that. I think he though: "That's no peanuts". And there were changes possible. But then his successor, this moviestar colleague of ours planned it the opposite way. Thank you Ronald. Since than nothing has changed for the better. I hope our prime-minister Balkenende will invite Barack Obama to come and smoke a dooby, that'ld be something, hahahaha.

For now I will stick to the small home grower and forget all about those anti-activities.

For those of you who are, once in a while, growing there own herbs, some tips. It's not always easy to get your hands on cuttings, using cutings is the fasted way to grow you a plant, it doesn't grow sky high and you are sure it's a girl... Getting seeds is no problem at all. It's legal to by them at any growshop or coffeeshop, at least in Holland it is. Now growing your plants from seeds takes longer than starting up with cuttings. Another disadvantage is that you're not always sure whether your plants are male ore female. You have 50 %. We don't want the males right ??

It's only when the plants start flowering that the difference can be seen. A well trained grower will be able to see it weeks earlier, but you can never be sure. It's not only taking care of useless male-plants. Suppose you are allowed to grow ten plants in your private little garden, well you're facing problems, cos you need to start with 20 seeds to leave you 10 ladys.. Another thing, when you too late spot a male, you might end up having a bunch of seeds in your tops.

OK, let's say you managed to have yourself one or more nice female copies, have it grown in one single top only, cut away the smaller stuff which is under there ( not all of it ). This way you can expect a nice 2 feet long top, see picture. After blooming for about 2 months the main top can be harvested. Click to see the picture posted earlier this week.

Now, don't kill the plant and don't harvast all the smaller tops, be sure some leaves and small blooming tops remain on the stam. Within 2 weeks you can harvast again from the smaller tops. From that moment the plant(s) need to be exposed to a longer periode of light, at least 18 hours in a run for the next 4 or 5 weeks. The plant needs its time to grow new leaves, but it's worth it. Then lower the light exposure to 12 hours or less and the girl begins to flower again..
This lady goes to 'bed' at 8 pm and wakes up at 8 am.

I'll keep you guys informed about these girlfriends.

This is adorable

Blind border Collie gets his own guide dog

Collies usually round up sheep not each other... but as the eyes of her blind canine companion, little Bonnie steers Clyde away from trouble.

The five-year-old long-haired border collie, who has lost his sight because of a degenerative disease, relies entirely on Bonnie as his guide dog. He follows her everywhere.

And like the American gangster lovers they have been named after, the friendly dogs are on the lookout for a safe, new hideaway.

They were recently dumped in the street during a storm and are currently being cared for at Meadow Green Dog Rescue Centre in Hales Green, near Loddon in Norfolk.

The centre's Cherie Cootes said: "If Clyde's unsure where he is, he will suddenly go behind Bonnie and put his face on the back of her so she can guide him. He totally relies on her.

"And when she walks she tends to stop and make sure he's there - she does look out for him. When she's about you wouldn't notice he is blind, but when she's not about he refuses to move. There's no option of homing them separately. They've got to go as a pair."

A driver found the dogs running through Blundeston, near Lowestoft, Suffolk, during a storm three weeks ago. Neither Clyde nor Bonnie - a short-haired border collie aged two or three - had identifying collars or chips.

Cherie, 40, added: "They've got very nice manners and they walk well on the lead.

"They really are a very sweet pair of dogs."

If you can give Bonnie and Clyde a home, call the centre on 01508 548 216.

Softdrugs in Holland

Now I would like to explain to you how the Dutch policy on softdrugs is initiated, but I can't. One way or another it seemed to work for the last 50 years. It was in the early 60's that hippies, provos and other general weedsmokers confronted the Dutch government with a new lifestile. The centre of the capital Amsterdam was the place to be at that time. The national monument and its square and the Vondelpark were the domain of the nowadays retirees. It was the time when the Beatles and the Stone(d)s wrote their most famous songs after lighting up a joint. It was a generation that wanted to get rid of the old concervative past-worldwar politicians. I mean most of them were born half way the 19th century and not in for renewals. Come on... As I remember from my childhood, the political parties mostly had a religious base, there were the Catholics Party, the Cristian Reformed, the protestants, the commies(sort of a religion?) and a bunch more. It was time for the socialists.

Our part of the world was recovering from a huge inter-human confrontation. The economic perspectives were bad in the 50's, my childhood. We were lucky, my father never lost his job in all those years. We weren't rich, no way, my father's employers were sort of greedy. There was a time that my old man was the only personnel at the newspapers office. The boss was running the bookstore and kiosk while my father was typing the copy on a huge machine spitting out the lead rules. Then each page was edited by hand, locked in a frame and placed into another machine: the press. I have seen my dad working on this press, each page (newspaper size) had to be inserted the grip, and that a few thousand times. Then there was second page or more, depending on the local news ! oh yeah, the pages needed a print on both sides !! Then the dryed pages were inserted together and folded. Now, believe it or not. Then my old men would take his bicycle and deliver the newspapers in and around our hometown in the mean time gathering news... How about that ?? His salary ? Well, let's say he was a slave of the capitalist system and abused by his employers.

This is a small Heidelberg press, A-4.

I'm 14 and making some pocket-money by printing enveloppes during the holidays..

But my old man must have thought: Don't bite the hand that feeds you.

... there were others, and they díd bite the hands that feeded them... Of course they were called communists ( like everybody else wordwide who dared to challenge the capital).
Well, we were no capitalists for sure, we never went for a holiday and we had no car. We weren't poor either, let's say just enough to survive and to pay for my studies. And we were no commies either ( I was told as a child that the communists were no good, they were trying to get peoples properties, and everything was owned by the state). What's new for us, both ways we wouldn't own anything !!! No, we were something in between, called socialists. I had a feeling they were sort of Robin Hoods, telling the rich they were rich enough. Requiring their part of the profits, share with the poor. It was the voice of the people and it worked. It took its time up to the 60's to flower its fruits but then, there was freedom............

New political parties, green, liberal, democratic oh man they grew like mushrooms. But there was a huge move to a new generation, my generation. Flower power, make love no war, you know what I mean. Everything that wasn't allowed was done.!! The parks in Amsterdam changed into nudist campings, and everyone was smoking his naked ass off while enjoying intercourses 'en public'. Who doesn't remember John Lennon and Yoko Ono's "Bed-in" , in Amsterdam Hilton 1969,( room 902) those days. It was off limits "If you'r going to San Francisco" music, like that. LOL... John Lennon woke up the entire world when he declared he was more populair than Jezus Christ, f#@ing guts !!! Popi Jopi didn't play his records in the Vatican anymore for sure...!Hahahaha,huhuhuhu.

Anyway, copulating in public was rejected and no longer allowed OK. But all those thc-lovers didn't give a shit and insisted in their provoke protests. And they won. But don't ask me how the government managed to legalize or better, to tolerate the use of marijuana and buy small amounts (5 grams) of it in coffee shops. There is a leak in this system. Oh, hell yes,: There's a hóóóle in the bucket dear Liza, a hole... And nobody bothered to fix the hole cos all parties were content...!!!

Now this  Europian Union Jk'asses in Brussels are building up pressure to our community to stop these illegal activities.

The problem is how to provide the coffee shops with grass without violating the law. It can't be done legaly because production and distribution of the drugs is prohibited. Even selling cuttings of the plants is forbidden. A coffee shop is allowed to stock half a kilo. But the ones bringing in the stuff, the runners the growers they are at large...!!!  Holland counts an estimated 1.5 million Canna smokers (10% of the population) , the youngsters, under 25  numbered over 25 %... You cannot ignore that number of people.
  Oh, they are the voters in the next elections and they can cause a complete turn to either right or left. Holland is well know for its tolerance towards softdrugs, religions, ethnic origin or sexual orientation. Then people from all over the world get their asses down here cos they can do things they are not allowed to do in their own bloody countries. Or fugitives seeking asylum cos they are hunted in their fatherland. No problem with that no,..They are welcome, but don't expect us to change our habbits cos it doesn't fit their culture. Go to Rome and be as the Romans.

Leave us be, pls. Brussels.!!! Don't ask us to close our borders to 'drugs tourists' from Belgium, Germany and France cos it's prohibited in their countries to smoke pot.

We did our fight for freedom, now stand up against all those anti-blowers yourselves, unite, start a Green party, have your voices heard, do something about it in your country as well..

The coffee-shops near the Belgium border cos nuisance to the neighborhood as all those thousands of shoppers come to benifit our tolerance, but killing it at the same time. The tolerance has come to an end now. Lots of shops are closed already. Those closer than 250 mtrs. to a public school were ordered to close and stop their activities.

Amsterdam even considers to not only close a bunch of shops, but also to shut down the red-light district, no more open windows next to coffee shops, well I tell you, George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Mat Damon, the other Oceans cast and crew and millions of other tourists won't bother to stop and shop in the Netherlands.

See what happened with Ermita after cleaning-up ???? (the tourist-belt in Manila)

Get up, stand up, stand up for your right. Create your own freedom and tolerance, don't ruin ours.

It's about time to light a dooby, thank you folks.


-Canna is a herb, not a drug.

Marijuana can reduce allergic skin reactions.

CLICK THESE PIX !!!

Researchers have found in animal trials that a compound called tetrahydrocannabinol (THC), which is naturally occurring in Cannabis sativa (otherwise known as marijuana) can reduce allergic skin reactions.

For example, he exposed the ears of mice with normal endocannabinoid receptors to a chemical irritant called dinitrofluorobenzene (DNFB), which causes a severe skin reaction similar to that caused by poison ivy in humans.

Within a matter of minutes, the amount of an endocannabinoid called anandamide jumped from undetectable levels to about 300 picomoles per gram of analysed tissue.

When Zimmer's team applied 30 micrograms of synthetic THC to the animals' ears it reduced the skin irritation by half. For comparison, a cannabis cigarette contains as much as 150 milligrams of THC.

Such endocannabinoids may also produced by the body and speculates that individuals with (autoimmune) inflammatory conditions such as asthma and eczema may might not produce enough such endocannabinoids. In these cases, THC-like compounds may have therapeutic potential.

BUT, do not try to self-medicate with marijuana!

I'm not a tourist, I live here...

Living in Manila during the 80's for sure was an adventure, whether I looked to the right or the left, something was going on. One had to be careful not to run into traps as a newcomer, oh there were plenty. The main problem were the corrupted police and 'barangay' near the tourist belt. They  knew the smell of money like a hash-dog finds your weed... They were 'hunting' tourists and followed the victims for a while to discover their weak points. Taxi-drivers were involved as well. Oh, this is about the first thing you heared: "Taxi sir, taxi !!, you want a girl ?"..."Dollaaar, Dollaaar ".   then they  'hooked' the dumbasses and had them paid a huge amount of foreign currency.. "Dollaaar, Dollaaaaaaaaar". But  this happens in many a big Metropool.  Ermita wasn't different but  special.
 Piece a cake to recognize those 'barangays'( that's how they were called.)., I mean just their attitude, cheeky, mostly drunk and quite often carrying a gun. Now one day it happened that one of those nasty figures was teasing and challenging me. So I told the sucker to stop fooling around with me, either he could drink a beer on me or I would take him down the NBI-gym to kick his pinoy ass. This one wasn't that stupid, he accepted my beer, and every time I saw this guy in Ermita he would say: "Hi Boss, kumusta na po?".

Later on there were T-shirts with this print on it: I'm not a tourist, I live here.

I didn't need it anymore.. hahahahaha

A new CNN-news reader has stand up...

Woman teaches dog to read

New York animal trainer Lyssa Rosenberg has taught her terrier to obey simple written commands.

Willow plays dead when she sees the word 'bang', stretches a paw in the air when she sees 'wave' and gets up on her back feet to beg when she sees the words 'sit up'.

"She's an unbelievably quick learner," said Ms Rosenberg, who has trained other dogs to appear in TV adverts and pose on photo shoots.

"She can do 250 different things and I used to joke that I would teach her how to pour me a martini. Then for a bet I told a friend I would teach her to read. He promised me a free trip to Mexico if I could do it.

"It took her just six weeks to recognise words and respond to them. And it isn't just my handwriting she understands. My friend printed the words Willow learned off the computer and she reacted to them.

"Well I won the bet and Willow came with me to Mexico."

Willow has her own pet passport and regularly flies transatlantic to visit Ms Rosenberg's husband Gareth Howells, in Guildford, Surrey.

Willow was also the second witness at the couple's wedding at New York City Hall in March - signing the marriage certificate with an inky paw print.

Ms Rosenberg even takes the 10lb English terrier mix on business trips because Willow is more than happy to share her carrying case with other animals.

"I once had to fly from California back to New York with a rabbit and two guinea pigs. Going through airport security was hilarious because first I pulled out the rabbit from the bag, followed by the guinea pigs and then the dog."

Here are some more High-school dogs, hahahaha.

A new place to grow pot ??

Surgeons discover growing grass in baby-lung.

Chinese surgeons had the surprise of their lifes as they discovered grass growing at a baby's right lung. The child was suffering from breathing difficulties and initially the doctors thought it to be pneumonia, but as the 10 months old child's condition didn't change for the better the next couple a days, a surgery was planned. Wish I could have seen those doctor's faces when they found an inch and a half piece of grass growing there. The parents declared it was the same kinda grass they had in their back yard. A possible explanation to this bizar phenomenon is that the child must have inhaled the minuscule grass-seeds while playing face-down in the lawn.

Wen jor Inglis is nuts oh gut..

I like writing, already since I was a kid. Reading was my first hobby, books weren't safe for me and the thicker those books were, the more I enjoyed it. And I became critical as it comes to grammar, well nothing weard to that as both my parents stimulated this habit by getting me involved in playing 'Scrabble'. Then there were those brainbrakers: cryptograms, oh I loved them' suckers, it was playing language and you needed to be a smartass to understand all the hidden hints. So no surprise having all those A's on my high schoolreports. Besides that my old man was a typographer to a local newspaper.

The Dutch (and Scandinavian even more) people are known for speaking their languages. The Brittish, French and the German however score significant lower in speaking a second 'tongue'. Most Americans stick to English only, ( some of them even think Paris France is a model) LOL.

But our laughs are not at you....

This story realy happened.

It was back in the 90's when this Dutch girl makes her first trip abroad. She was still a teener and most likely skipped a lot of her English classes. It happened on her trip to England at the ferry somewhere between Calais-Dover. Some miles offshore the stores on the ship open their Taxfree shops to sell their products, now all she wanted was a bar of chocolate like Mars or something.

( Now we Dutchmen are also 'famous' in translating each word as it comes, regardless the grammar. Don't know a word ? never mind, just insert the Dutch equivalent. It's similar to Taglish, the mix of Tagalog and English).

In Dutch the order would be: "Mag ik een reep chocola van U", or for short, "mag ik 'n reep van U", ( well, while trying to pronounce this, you probably smell the rat). This 'reep' phoneticly sounds just the English 'rape'.

YES, she was there at the counter and asked this guy behind it:

"Please, can you give me a reep". And she was smiling at him, hummm..

Tell you, before this boat had its anchors into English seabed, all crew and passengers picked up this 'ferry-tale' . This girl was only told at arrival what had caused the hilarity. The Hulk easely turns green, but she got a colour one can't describe. Somewhere between 'Pearple Rain' and 'Pearple Heart' ..


Huhuhuh,

Please 'bear' with me as I know that my English words sometimes make you smile....hahaha

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David Carradine Murdered By Secret Shaolin Masturbation Sect

Saturday, June 20, 2009

David Carradine Murdered By Secret Shaolin Masturbation Sect

David Carradine Murdered By Secret Shaolin Masturbation Sect
Kung Fu star was reportedly about to reveal ultimate “Thousand Palms” masturbation technique to Western masturbators


BANGKOK – The investigation into the death of David Carradine took a shocking twist today when it was revealed that the former TV star was actively investigating the closely guarded secrets of a Chinese Shaolin masturbation sect during the time of his death.

The news was announced at a press conference by private detectives working on behest of Mr Carradine’s family, which had maintained all along that the death was neither suicide nor an accident, as the Thai forensices team had initially concluded.

“It appears that Mr Carradine was involved in a top-secret mission to uncover the greatest secrets of martial-arts masturbation, secrets which could revolutionize the way the world masturbates,” said Walter Polanski, the investigator who cracked the case. “And he was murdered for it.”

According to a full 34-page report given to the press and Thai authorities, Mr Carradine first developed an interest in the legendary “Thousand Palms” technique of self-gratification when he heard of the legend as a young man during travels through China, where he was traveling as a novice student masturbator. It was in a temple near the base of Wudan Mountain that Mr Carradine was told that the legend was in fact real, and that a secretive group of Shaolin maturbating monks called the Robed Hands still existed to maintain and protect the Thousand Palms technique.

“The Thousand Palms technique is the holy grail of jerking off,” explained Dr. Min-Guo Chung, a professor of Eastern martial and maturbatory arts and as well as an accomplished wushu practitioner. “There are many versions of the legend. Some say it was given to a monk by a penis-headed dragon in the Shang Dynasty. Others say it was simply developed by the monks later in the Northern School as a way to combat boredom, because there were no girls around. One version even claims that it was a young, skilled martial artist named Wang who was punished by his master for masturbating at night. Wang then rebeled by incorporating his masturbation technique into his kung-fu, eventually creating a way of reaching orgasm that could kill another man.”

Dr Chung said that if the Thousand Palms technique was still practiced, it would be a secret so powerful that its practitioners would probably kill to protect it. “It is said that the orgasm is so intense and pleasurable that it makes you no longer want to have sex, ever,” he explained. “Legend says that the Thousand Palms masturbation, in the hands of those ill-prepared to handle it, would kill off society and the human race.”

Mr Carradine, however, was determined to “reveal the ancient secrets to the world,” according to Mr Polanski. His report details several conversations Mr Carradine had with friends where he claimed that that he was close to finding the source of the Thousand Palms technique, and that its liberation would bring peace and prosperity to a frustrated maturbating world. “David was a believer in the true healing power of the masturbatory arts,” said his brother Keith. “He didn’t belive in the elitist structures and rituals of the Shaolin. He wanted to bring orgasmic power to the common man. That’s the kind of person he was.”

Mr Carradine’s trip to Bangkok, ostensibly to work on a film, was in fact a cover for his true purpose, which was to find a mysterious “Mr A” who was supposedly a former member of the Robed Hands but who had been expelled and was now living disguised as a beggar on the streets of Rattanakosin. In the days prior to his death Mr Carradine traveled extensively throughout the Old Town area on foot, dressed as a vagrant. Based on eyewitness acccounts, it is believed that the day before his death he actually found Mr A, although its is not known how their meeting went.

“Just before he died, he requested three meters of electrical cord,” said the front-desk manager at the Swissotel Nailert where he was staying. “He said it was important.” Both Polanski and Mr Carradine’s family believe that this suggests that Mr A had imparted some partial information about the Thousand Palms to David, and that perhaps a second meeting was to be arranged after Mr Carradine has successfully employed these techniques.

Although hotel security has no record of any other persons entering Mr Carradine’s room just before the time of his death, the family remains adamant that the Robed Hands were capable of murdering him without drawing attention. “These monks are absolute experts in doing things discreetly,” said Dr Chung. “A Robed Hand master can, for example, masturbate to completion in four seconds while holding a drink in one hand and a captive bird in the other. Surely such a man could sneak into a hotel room and strangle a 72-year old man.”

Thai police remain sceptical of the claims, and as of yet are not ready to retract or modify their original findings that the former TV star died while attempting a conventional auto-asphyxiation masturbation technique. But the family remains adamant that Mr Carradine could not possibly have died using such easy self-gratification. “My husband was no ordinary masturbator,” insisted his wife Annie. “He was a heroic masturbator, a champion of masturbation education, and someone who’s passion for masturbation could be seen in everything he said and did. And I just want the world to remember him that way.”

3 comments:

bert said...

I am a 5th Dan-grade holder only but I discovered that a martial arts training will lead to higher levels. Some Ninja are able to do incredable things. This masturbation chapter however is a long kept secret; most of you will remember the Bruce Lee story where he got ex-communicated by the Chinese cos he was teaching kung-fu secrets to the West. The oriëntals don't want the rest of the world to know these treasures. ( I wonder why there are so many Chinese ?)

A well trained martial artist is able to break stones with his bare hands, or to kill instantly by finger-touch only. This is not just physical power, most of it is 'power of the mind',this mental strenght is beyond imagination and can be used not only to destroy or kill, but to build or to heal.

Yes, I could break stones and fall without getting hurt. But is was much more fun to fix broken ribs or to cure where doctors failed.
Nick was one of the many I laid my hand on, and as he once wrote in AV maniacs, he hardly saw me on the set of 'Born on the 4th of july' as I was fully booked by these 'Hollywooders'.

There are still many unsolved mysteries, one of them is, I won't reveal my masturbating Dan-grades. LOL

June 21, 2009 3:15 AM

Don Gordon Bell said...

Bert,
As a martial artist- though of lesser degrees 1st and 2nd in TaeKwonDo, Kenpo, UechiRyu- I concur with you on the secret Masturbation Arts of the Orient. You mentioned the "finger touch" technique, which has severely injured unwitting students who picked their noses and caused greavious problems to their nasal passages and sinus cavitities.

But I digress from Wanking...You can confirm the secret techniques of "Dim Mak" or Death Touch which harnessed the power of affecting a persons Ki/CHI or Qi. This knowledge is used for healing the life energy or in the case of Dim Mak can cause instant paralysis or delayed death. Many films have 'touched' on this Dark side of Qi; misusing knowledge of this for negative even deadly matters.

Mastering Kempo” by William Durbin (pg. 32)

"Okinawans learned Dim Mak from China but developed it greatly...In Japanese, Dim Mak is pronounced Ten Myaku and means “point on a blood vessel.”
“In ancient times the Okinawans talked about Ikken Hissatsu-one hit, certain death-from their understanding of Ten Myaki and Naibu Hakai….those who have been hit with a NaibuHakai strike have told about feeling the hit at the point of contact but feeling the Power on the other side of the body. This has been called a Ki Shindo, or energy pulse, a vibration that carries through the whole body from the force of the blow.”

This may have been the origin of the concept of the vibrating palm. The hit causes the damage, but with internal bleeding and interior damage, death comes later, hence the idea of delayed death.”

I studied the Vibrating palm with a dual purpose, Self-Gratification of my "One-eyed Pole" and Pleasuring the "Golden Gate" or "Golden Gully" when my pole was just too tired.

(Please link to this explanation of the "Golden Gate" it is not the bridge!)
http://yoniversum.nl/yoni/yonilist.html

One must be careful of not overusing these techniques too much as Self-Gratification may lead to a very sore "little brother". Beware of over-stimulation of the female "Heavenly Gate" while while performing "Tongue Fu" or "Lickity-Split". Women have been know to grow disdainful of the "One-Eyed Pole" after such marvelous menstrations using the most Heavenly Combination Technique the secret "Vibrating finger on G-Spot, TongueFu, AND Vibrating palm on Clitoris"! This must only be use in cases of Totally Frigid bitches and has been known to lead to...marriage! You have been warned.

July 5, 2009 3:03 AM

...almost a blackbelt.

Click the monkey.

Both of them ha ....

16 year old bud impresses top G8...

Oeps, when Michelle sees this....

My first films with Cirio Santiago and Teddy Page.

1985 had a slow start, I didn't realy hunt for the movies and had fun on the tatami in Rizal Memorial. I wanted those judoka of mine to perform at their best when they were about to join the ASEAN-games in Taiwan, but as far as I remember none of them succeeded to reach the podium. Well, it takes many years of preparation to reach that level. A little disappointed I desided to invest more of my time in this movie-thing. One way or another I was to meet with Cirio Santiago, a local gigant in the film-industry who became president of the Philippine Film Development Fund in 1995.( He died last 3 years later).

Those also were the days I met with Richard Harrison and Teddy Page, sometimes I got confused in which film I was working in, cos I met a lot of the same guys, AD's and directors again. Working titles didn't help either...

This also was the periode James Gaines' 'Blackfire' was shot. I was on the set for a couple a days but can't really remember the stuff we did...hmmm

It was a periode of shooting some scenes one day, then a couple a days later another call to do more action scenes or other fighting choreografics. I learned it was the shooting for Blooddepts.

'crazy' Willie and me executed by Richard Harrison. Can't remember the 3rd guy's name.

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It was fun to see Richard again not much later on the set of the Elininators, he didn't seem to bother the time-lap as he continued his story where he stopped it last time, telling about his number one pride, his son Sebastian.

He always talked about him. And wasn't it about his son, he would talk about the hundreds of movies he featured in. His filmography is phenomenal, and though most of his films rank B, he once in a while had a peak coming up with a nice piece a shit.

I loved the guy and talked with him for hours. He seemed to have some problems with the retreating hairline, but solved that by implants. Yeah Rich, it's hard growin' older.

It was a wrap. I could add 2 more movies to my beginning filmography.... I thought....(it was 'n aka...!!!)

The same happened on the set with The Destroyers, King's Ransom and Devastator. I don't know how long it took to shoot these movies, cos I wasn't there all the time. I didn't live in Manila so I wasn't around every day. But I knew where to go though..! Easy and cheap by Jeepey, I studied my map and knew how to find my way in MM. It wasn't always necessary to visit the casting bureau's, a phonecall would do to learn the location...I just went there...! Anyway, these 3 movies with Cirio lasted several weeks I guess, it didn't ring a bell that cast and crew were all the same.... Henry Stralkowski, Nick Nicholson, Steve Rogers, James Gaines, Bill Kipp, David Light, Richard Harrison....and all the others...

Then there were the foreign releases with different/translated titles on the covers.

....It was only 25 years later I found out those 3 films were all the same shoot. Renewed contact with my old movie-Buddies helped me to refresh memories and to add or change details.

Kings Ransom. Or one of the others...!

Whatever. They were hunting us, shooting at us and trying to kill us. I didn't know why ( they gave me no script !). We were told to run and answer fire and fight.... Who were we ??

A couple a goons, some awkward hoodlums, roughnecks defending their weed plantage. I think Nick Nicholson called it something like: "We're the motherfuckin' bad guys, that's what we are..", as I asked him whom we should impersonate.

Jeez, they did some character-casting on us....

Now, I don't know why I had several resurrections to die another violent death. May be there weren't enough stuntmen or Cirio just liked the way I died, who knows, but I was brutely murdered at least 5 times in this movie. After a metamorphoses I had to show up for another ready- to-die action.

The set-up for the next trap is pretty simple. While on the flee I ran in to an ambush. There's a roop's loop under a tree hiding a boobytrap, the moment I hit the loop I'll be pulled up the tree hanging up side down swinging one leg.

At the evil place I go face first by hooking my own leg. I hit the ground, my rifle is flying away from me. At that point the camera stops rolling. The loop is carefully placed around my ancle. I'm not moving an inch... everybody is ready and there we go. Action.

OK, it was action I tell you. There were four guys, off-frame, pulling this roop with all their enthousiasm to the limit. So I ended off-frame as well, in top of the fucking tree. It had to be done again, so they got a mark where to stop pulling and I was placed back in position #1.

"Ready for take 2 ? ... Action !"

And up it went again. Oh yeah, at the right hight this time, but I was moving and swinging and spinning around, clashing with the tree. I tried to make the best of it and started yelling and cursing for help. But Cirio didn't like it, he had planned something else. It had to be done a third time.

"The direct is shouting action again, the guys start pulling and I go up". But half-way only, from there I went back down with the same fucking speed as I got up. I had a split second to duck my head before I hit the ground with a serious impact. The knot to extend the rope didn't hold and slipped. All four guys were on their asses as well. I was mad like hell, threw away my wig and told them to find another fucking stupid asshole to perform in their fucking amateur appraoch.

I didn't hurt myself at all cos I could break the fall just in time, but I didn't feel much like hanging up/down again. I mean I perished a couple a times already that day, where was my enthousiasm ? Puh...

Now I expected someone to come down and ask me to try again. I probably would have. But they didn't. They didn't dare fucking me up one more time.. hahaha. Well they found me a double to finish the high-light. I was watching this picture from a distance and noticed that my double was placed in up/down position directly. He needed to hang to a complete still. I had no idea what was going on. I still didn't get it when they placed a bamboo frame, having sharp spears all over, around his body. Curiously I asked a smartass what they were intent to do. He explained to me that the boobytrap had a follow-up. This bamboo frame is suppose to pierce the person as it swings down from the trees. Now it will be shot backwards. The frame is pulled away in this shot, but edited the reverse way. Yeay, now I got the picture why I had to hang in pose. But I wasn't told. Never mind.

I found myself a nice place behind the cams to value the first class trick. The same four guys, holding another rope with the bamboo frame now, were ready on action. I remember me thinking: I hope they made a good knot this time. There was no rehearsal, they pulled at action...

Now, how many times can you fuck up ????????



Cameras are rolling, ACTION... and they pull their asses off. Oh, believe it or not, two of them slipped out of their slippers and the frame ( quite heavy), went back the way it came. I tell you, my heart stopped beating for a while...Only inches before it was to hit my double, the move came to a hold. I had this 'funny' feeling in my stomach I can't explain to you. Wasn't I suppose to have hung there ??........



This was A Dangerous Life, was my conclusion.



But I would do some more films with Cirio !!!!



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Harry Potter actor charged with growing cannabis: police

Tuesday, July 7 08:52 pm

A teenage actor from the Harry Potter films was charged Tuesday with illegally growing 10 cannabis plants, British police said, shortly before the world premiere of the latest movie.

Jamie Waylett was charged with growing cannabis

Jamie Waylett, 19, who plays schoolboy bully Vincent Crabbe, will appear at Westminster Magistrates Court in central London on July 16 "charged with producing a class B drug, namely 10 plants of cannabis," police said.

Waylett, from north London, appears as the overweight, greedy and dim-witted side-kick of villain Draco Malfoy in all of the films about boy wizard Harry.

The charge was announced just hours before the Potter stars walked up the red carpet in London for the world premiere of the sixth film, "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince."

The pre-release buzz suggests the new movie will add a sizeable chunk to the 4.5 billion dollars (3.2 billion euros) in box office receipts already earned by the successful Potter movie franchise.

Blind man sees through tooth

Blind man sees wife for first time after having a tooth implanted into his eye

Seeing clearly: Martin Jones opens his newly-sighted eye fitted with a tooth

When Martin Jones met his wife four years ago, he never imagined that one day he would get to see what she looked like.

The 42-year-old builder was left blind after an accident at work more than a decade ago.

But a remarkable operation - which implants part of his tooth in his eye - has now pierced his world of darkness.

The procedure, performed fewer than 50 times before in Britain, uses the segment of tooth as a holder for a new lens grafted from his skin.

'The doctors took the bandages off and it was like looking through water and then I saw this figure and it was her,' he said today.

'She's wonderful and lovely. It was unbelievable to see her for the first time.'

He added: 'When I found out there was a chance I would get my sight back, the first person I wanted to see was her.'

Mr Jones, from Rotherham, South Yorkshire, married his wife Gill, 50, four years ago.

By that time he had already spent eight years without his sight after a tub of white hot aluminium exploded in his face at work in a scrapyard.

He suffered 37 per cent burns and had to wear a special body stocking for 23 hours a day. He also had his left eye removed.

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But surgeons were able to save the right eye, even though he was unable to see through it.

At first specialists in Nottingham tried to save his sight using stem cells from a donor but the attempt failed.

It was only when a revolutionary new operation was pioneered at the Sussex Eye Clinic in Brighton that he was given a chance to have his sight back.

Surgeon Christopher Liu used a living tooth to carry a new lens because Mr Jones' eye could reject a plastic implant

During the procedure, a minute section of a patient's tooth is removed, reshaped and chiselled through to grip the man-made lens which is then placed in its core.

It is implanted under an eyelid where it becomes covered in tissue.

The process requires a living tooth as an implant because doctors suggest there are chances the eye would reject a plastic equivalent.

So a canine - which is the best option due to its shape and size - was taken out of Mr Jones' mouth.

A patch of skin is then taken from the inside of the cheek and placed in the eye for two months, where it gradually acquires its own blood supply.

The tooth segment is finally transplanted into the eye socket. The flap of grafted skin is then partially lifted from the eye and placed over its new sturdy base.

Could Medical Marijuana Have Saved Michael Jackson?

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Cannabis policy...

A Dutch policy, which allows the consumption of limited quantities of soft drugs, may change as a government commission has admitted the policy has gone too far, Radio Netherlands reported yesterday. Our relaxed policy on cannabis (and other soft drugs), should become much stricter to contain the negative effects such as drugs tourism and organized crime, a report by the commission said. (It was published on Thursday. )
The report said a strictly monitored supply of soft drugs to coffee shops, sold to local customers only, would help stem drugs tourism, where clients come from far to buy soft drugs.

Under the current policy, the sale of soft drugs is allowed, but growing and supplying them remains illegal. The report acknowledged that this was (still is) an almost impossible situation.

The commission recommended that supply should be allowed under strict rules. It foresaw possibilities for a regulated way of growing cannabis and other soft drugs in Holland. This would sideline organized crime, which currently plays a major role in the growing of illegal cannabis and making big money of course, imagine that 1 gram will make it to 10 Euro or even more, depends on the brand. These illigal growers don't mind to tap electricity before it reaches the meter, or add a lot of forbidden ingredients to the vertilizer. Pesticides are used without any controle now and that's one of the reasons I'm growing my own lady's ...

Only regulated, Dutch grown soft drugs should be allowed to be on sale in coffee shops, the commission said.

It also called for an independent drugs authority to control the soft drugs market and to monitor any future changes in drug policies.

The report was commissioned by the Dutch government after city councils in the south of the Netherlands expressed their growing doubts over the current relaxed policy.

Cities like Maastricht, Breda, Eindhoven -- all close to the Belgian border -- have endured the negative effects of heavy drug tourism, attracting people from Belgium, France and Germany where the sale (and use) of soft drugs is prohibited. And not just weedlovers from neighboring countries are in to a visit on Dutch soil. What to think about are colleagues from the States, eg. George Cloony, Brad Pitt, Matt Damon and the rest of "Oceans" cast. They can frequently be found around Amsterdam's coffee-shops. ( and the red-light district as well).

All those tourists feel like God in France, the relaxed policy creates a relaxed smoker cos he is not chased by the cops, though rules get strickter every year and in many a city it's not allowed to blow your dooby in public. But you know, as long as you can do such in your own house or backyard without being brought to justice I don't care. It will never come back the way it was in the 60's and 70's, may be it was just a little too liberal at that time.

Fact is, that the quality of the 'Nederwiet' became first class and worldwide recognized as close to hard drugs due to the high level of THC. The organized crime and foreign governments are screwing up for us. Brussels rather saw us to close down all our shops, fuck them, that's why I voted against the European constitution some time ago. Holland is unic in its soft-drug policy, let's keep it that way, it's not bad to the economy either.

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Let us smoke our joint in peace....

Born on the 4th of July (NL)

De 4de juli kan ik niet zo maar voorbij laten gaan. Bijna iedereen weet dat op deze dag de onafhankelijkheid van de US wordt gevierd. Maar ik heb het uiteraard over de film die een andere kijk op de Vietnam-oorlog geeft.

Er zat weer een grote jongen aan te komen. Dat het een grote jongen werd, wist ik op dat moment natuurlijk niet. Pas later als zo'n productie allerlei 'awards' binnensleept en een kaskraker wordt, krijg je enig idee waaraan je hebt meegewerkt.

Willem Dafoe kwam weer opdagen. Ik kende hem van Platoon.

In zijn kielzog Tom Cruise, waar ik toen nog nooit van gehoord had ( hij had er net de film 'Topgun' opzitten)

en Tom Berringer, ondertussen ook een legende op het witte doek.

Als director verscheen ook een oude bekende, Oliver Stone, deze keer vergezeld door vrouw en kinderen, die voor de kerst waren overgekomen.

We gingen voor:....

--Born on the 4^th of july-

De oorlogsscènes voor deze film werden geschoten in het uiterste noorden van de Philippijnen, op het strand bij Laoag, de hoofdstad van Ilocos Norte, de thuisprovincie van president Ferdinand Marcos.

Een onrustige provincie met regelmatig geweld. Het militaire materieel dat we op de set nodig hadden ( vooral het grotere spul ) was eigendom van de Philippine Army, zo ook de tanks (APC's) die werden ingezet. Echt spul dus. Het was eind december 1988, de geplande opnamen werden aangepast omdat de tanks die we nodig hadden, de afgelopen nacht waren ingezet tegen rebellen en nog niet terug op de set waren. Ze kwamen bij wijze van spreken met 'warme' loop aan. Olivier Stone, de director, wilde zijn opnames die dag afsluiten met een ondergaande zon tegen een décor van oprukkende troepen tussen zandopstuivende APC's ( Armoured Personnel Carriers ) dus we hadden de tijd.

”We rennen van duin naar duin tussen de beschietingen door en richten ons vuur op de vijand. Het strand staat in lichterlaaie, alle huisjes, gebouwd van bamboe, riet en palmbladeren geven een geel-oranje vuurgloed, alles nog eens aangewakkerd door extra brandstof en explosieven. De dorpelingen rennen en vliegen rond om iets van hun hebben en houden te kunnen redden. Een paar kippen, een geit en andere belangrijke dingen worden zo meegepakt.”

.Daar wordt je moe van

.... Bijna al deze mensen zagen ook écht hun boeltje verbranden.

Het bleek goedkoper het hele dorp uit te kopen dan een set te bouwen die er net zo realistisch en gedetailleerd uitzag. Het scheelde zeker veel tijd en een groot deel van de bevolking kreeg niet alleen schadevergoeding, maar mocht óók als figurant meedoen ............

Zo'n kerstcadeautje zal best van pas gekomen zijn.

”Het lopen, eigenlijk meer snelwandelen, door het mulle zand met een M60-machinegun op m'n schouder, valt de eerste keer best mee. De tanks knarsen tussen hun rupsbanden, het is stoffig en lawaaierig en best wel link als je te dicht in de buurt loopt. Als die dingen zich wenden gaat dat schoksgewijs en huppelt het gevaarte met een sprongetje de gestuurde kanten op. Daar wil je niet onder komen. Maar, het is niet gauw goed.”

'Heer Olivier' wilde beter en riep geregeld cut, back to nr.one. Wat inhield dat we terug moesten naar ons beginpunt en de scène op-nieuw werd gefilmd. Dan is zo'n stukje ganzenpas van een aantal minuten best een flinke afstand geworden dat je moet terugkuieren! En niet één keer, nee, wel vier keer opnieuw.

Zo'n M-60 wordt dan looiig en moet van de ene schouder naar de andere gegooid worden, en blijven rennen. Daar deed hij het volgens mij om, de vermoeidheid straalde van ons af, de jongens bovenop de APC waren beter af...

Die soldatenkisten voelden steeds zwaarder aan en m'n schouders waren beurs, soms werd het rennen een beetje strompelen en struikelen. Dat zal er best een stuk echter hebben uitgezien.

De bekkentrekkende Willem Dafoe was populair op de set, dit in tegenstelling tot zijn collega Tom Cruise die zich eerder afzonderde en bij zijn eigen clubje bleef. Ik heb me kostelijk vermaakt tijdens de opnamen waarbij Dafoe obsceen zijn draaiende tong liet filmen. De on-gein en hilariteit vóór de opnames waren eigenlijk leuker dan de scène zelf.

Op de zelfde locatie werd trouwens ook het revalidatiecentrum met de rolstoelen gefilmd.

“ De grote internationale producties brengen meestal hun eigen stuntmensen en dubbels mee, ik was dan ook aangenaam verrast toen in door de castingdirector werd gevraagd stand-in te zijn voor Willem Dafoe. Het klinkt interessanter dan het is.

Stand-ins worden vaak ingezet voor het 'blocken' voor de camera. De belichting en camera-instellingen worden zo uitgetest en er wordt een 'rehearsel' uitgedraaid. Als alles dan klopt en er echt gedraaid gaat worden, komen de grote jongens zelf opdraven en worden wij met een bedankje langs de kant gezet. Verschil moet er zijn toch ? Maar het is hartstikke leuk om te doen en bloopers worden er niet van je gemaakt.

Een ander verhaal is het als je als 'body-double' de rol over moet nemen tijdens de opnames omdat er bijvoorbeeld een stunt gedaan moet worden. Zelfs Chuck Norris had dubbels rondlopen voor als het te gevaarlijk voor hem werd. En dan moet je niet denken aan vechtscènes, want dat kan hij tenslotte beter dan wie ook, maar bijvoorbeeld aan een risicovolle sprong uit een vliegtuig of andere zaken die de productie kunnen vertragen. En vaak mag van de verzekering een bepaalde actie niet worden uitgevoerd. Maar of je daar nu blij mee moet zijn om een stunt te doen die voor Chuck te gevaarlijk is..... “

Tijdens MIA-3 stond ik als 3de double klaar om, indien nodig, in actie te komen. Maar double-1 verstond zijn werk goed, zodat zelfs nr. 2 kon blijven 'zitten'. Ik vond het niet zo erg.

A little more NBI and so. ..

I had just finished my meeting with the NBI and was heading for Puerta Galera, several hours south of Manila. It was so peaceful and quiet after all the madness in Manila, this relaxing trip by boat had cleaned up the smelly exhaust fumes from my hair and clothes, and a thin salty layer covered my skin that started to tan by the sun that seemed to shine from all sides and reflected a million times from the breaking water surface. The seabreeze speeded up the tanning proces and I started to look like a tourist.

I had a beautiful three days on the beach, swimming, diving and eating good meals as I was visiting all the entertaining pubs or restaurants on the spot. And I enjoyed all of it. It nearly made me forget I had some busyness to attent to in MM.

I really disliked packing my suitcase to return to reality.

The first training

Quite some people showed up the first time and they were diverse, a couple of fatass chairsitters and some younger guys but no women. I didn't expect Charlies angles but no policewoman showeed up at all. I started an intro-talk for about ten minutes and then told them to follow me in the warming up. Well I have to admit I started a routine , but it was my first time in the tropics and I didn't realize that those people weren't waiting to get warmer as they were already, I mean the temperature in the building at that moment must have been at least over a hundred or around a 38 C. I visiualized them sitting with their feet on their desk and the ven switched to 4. Let's say they were not too ammused, but I got them moving in a lower gear. I came up with some disarming-technics but that didn't cheer them up, they thought it quite interesting but of no use, when they encounter armed resistance they just shoot to kill, no sweat...What the fuck was I doing there.!

It was really hot in there so I called it a wrap after some hour and a half. And I could be wrong but I believe there was a 'fragrant' smell of sweat over there, for the first time since long...I was soaking wet and gasped for a San Miguel. I told them: next week, and fled the intestine of a rotten institute. I went there for a couple of months and appologized to them. I had to leave and teach at some other places. They were relieved I tell you, and so was I. There was no fun in it what soever. I never regretted the quit.

There's one more thing I never forget about this building.

It's the hottest place ever I smoked a joint at......

There were hardly any showers but believe it or not, there was a sauna at the place. So one night when I just wrapped a movie set and was really feeling filthy, I decided to take a shower at the NBI's. My friend Federico the caretaker-and Judo instructor was there as well but about to leave. So he asked me to close down the place after I was done cos he was in a hurry. Now then I got this ingenious idea to sweat it out in the sauna while smoking a dooby. I asked the man to start up the sauna which he did. I carefully checked if no one was around and lighted up my pipe and had a magnificent high. Next to carrying a bag of weed from Sagada by bus, this was one of my most risky stunts ever..

I had become friends with José Almirol, the secretary of the Philippine Amateur Judo Association and he invited me do a gast-training in the Rizal Memorial in Vito Cruz..

This was really a nice guy, so were the Judoka that joined the class. OK. !!! These people came to practice their sport and were well trained and not lazy, such a difference. I loved to show up there and have fun with José. I did so for several years, even had a selected team to join the ASEAN-games, no one made it to the top but a 4^th place. As the national championships came by I ended up 1st referee and organizer.

Everything I was tought by my old sensei Johan van der Bruggen came to hand now.

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It wasn't in vain that I secreficed my weekends for so many years to attent to his lessons in de Zoutmanstraat in The Hague. It wasn't really a sportcentre but some transformed livingrooms, it was

small but on the other hand classes were small either, the place looked like an eastern ninja-set having a dusty ninja outfit in it's showroom and it smelled like long flown times. As to his qualities, I think sensei v.d. Bruggen deserved a better location to his performance.

When Dan-grade exams were due, the place was impregnated with an Asian mystic and he knew how to use that just by looking at you with this particular glance of his, add his hoarse voice and his almost physical authority and all ingrediences were there to feel bloody nervous. On the other hand if classes were given in a sports complex, he would use every inch of the facilities and had us run dozens of laps to practice intermission training and to controle our breathing technics. By the time we were to start martial arts or theory lessons often more than 90 minutes were invested in 'warming-up'. The usual menu after that was an intensive Judo, Ju-jitsu and Kendo excercise. The Kata were trained to the limit to get it synchronised to a perfect element.

Broken and wet to the bones it always gave a satisfaction and it was all worth exertion.

In the meantime John Mullin had come to visit me in my apartments, I had no more jet-lag and we went sight seeing Manila. Emil Ong had returned from Samar and had experienced my healing hands as he suffered a painful back. After a couple of weeks I was invited by Emil to stay in his house in Quezon City. Well, that wasn't too bad, no more expenses in the Mabini region and a nice place to stay for the next couple of month. Emil had his office downtown Binondo, but he had more activities besides the hardware store. Politics came first to him. At that time he was an active Essemblyman, did his thing at the National Food Authority and was running for some position in Northern Samar. I had the pleasure to join him on a trip to the Visayas and spent some time at the capital Laoang. For the locals I was some kind of a 'worth seeing', little kids followed us calling: “Mica,Mica”, an abbreviation of “American”. I learned a lot during those trips and came to meet quite some interesting people. I became friends to mayors, met with lawyers, judges, governors and militairy high placed personel.

Just to stay in a good condition I was eager to visit the Rizal Memorial at least once a week, the guys overthere loved it when I showed up to teach them some new stuff. But by that time I decided to move away from the NCR and find myself a nice place in Laguna. I fell in love with this province,well that's not hard to do, it is so diverse and beautiful, the air was much cleaner than Manila's and it wasn't that crowded. I had been to Sta Cruz and Los Baños before and 'did' the world famous rapids of Pagsanjan, about two hours drive from Manila.

This was the place where parts of “The Apocalyps now” were shot, starring Marlon Brando (the Godfather). Crew and cast were accommodated in and around this place at that time. Now imagine me when I ran on to the house where Marlon had stayed during the shoot. It was such a nice house, a cool place near the river and alot of coconut trees.....  and I couldn't resist renting it for the next couple of  months. This was the periode when I met with Paul Vance.... and when I lost him on the set of Juramentado...

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….It was a couple a days or maybe a week after the typhoon when I came to visit my old favorite corner at Sta Monica in Ermita. The weather was great and I just ordered a San Miguel when somebody touched my shoulder. As I turned around I saw this smiling bastard of a Paul Vance behind me, I felt relieved, cos I though him dead by that time. We hugged and celebrated the reunion with another beer..

Only then I learned the latest news about what happened after..

Before the storm had reached its max he had collected our belongings from the cabines already and he had retreated to find exile in a nearby barrio at higher grounds. He was told I had left the scene with some friends, so he didn't worry. He had stayed there for a couple of days to gather and resque some of the props scattered all over the place and desided to wait the chaos to diminish.

He had to do some 'loops' as he told me and asked me to come along. I had no idea what he was talking about and he had to explain to me that he was 'dubbing sounds and voices to filmloops'.

I joined him to the studios and learned how they synchronised to dubbings on the loops. I enjoyed seeing him doing background noise and voices. I remember one scene where a tv-screen on the background needed some adding. He watched the loop once or twice, said “Yes” and made-up a dialog between a guy opening a frige and an imaginair person off frame. It was óne take only and applaus...But I noticed he needed a lot of Marlboro's to get to his inspirations.

jungle in Laguna

It's a nice trip by bus to Laguna. As soon as your outside the NCR traffis-madness gets a little easier and nature opens your eyes. Oh ya, this view is such a magnificence it gives a holiday's feelin'.

It's a spilth to mis the beauty of the mountains with its variaty of fauna and flora living on this vertile vulcanic soil.

A nice view on Laguna lake and Taal lake

Los Baños (the baths) is worldwide known for its hotwater springs and bathing accommodations in pretty much all the hotels over there. I've been there quite some times with several movie-sets, The Firebird to begin with.

I think the area south-west of Laguna the Bay and in between Lake Taal is the summum. The most beautiful place I've ever seen is Hidden Valley. I came to this place in '85 during the shootings of “Hellcamp”.

There are 20+ rivers debouching in this 900 km2 lake. It's Manila's source of fresh water. The growing population and intensifying industry around the lake using no water clearing or sewerage systems create a serious problem to this sorce. Now there's another problem when it rains, I mean Rain. The water in this Laguna-bathtub can flow to one outlet only: the river Pasig. This river meanders thru Metro Manila and devides it in two parts, flooding the lower districts during the monsoons.

--It was a big house I rented, There was it's ground floor, having lots of stuff piled up belonging to the house owner.A caretaker had his room somewhere there. He had his own entrence. My floor was huge, having a wide living, an open kitchen and two large bedrooms and a luxurious bathroom, marble pavement all over.

It had a nice view but the garden needed some attention.

My Belgium friend was impressed saying: “not bad at all”. Better believe that, compared with his former lodgings in central Manila.

Paul seemed to be relaxed at the place and even smoked less without the movie-stress. He came up with a proposition to rent one of the rooms to share in the costs. I was glad too, cos my rent was a monthly 2,500 pesos !! So I passed him my spare key and told him: “You're living here now man.” I couldn't have dreamed of the sudden reward he came with. He asked me what I was up to the next month, and if I was interested to do a bitpart or stunts in a local movie.

I had ears to that.

That's how my second movie “The Firebird Conspiracy” came to me.

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