fucking flu
i just officially got out of the flu today, and i have to say i still don't feel better.
it all started last monday, when i met up with my concept teammates in an ad campaign i'm currently working on. i had to order doppio espresso servings of macchiato in the cafe we drafted our workplan in, just to ease the headache that was, apparently, slowly stripteasing and lapdancing its way into my brain. when i got home that night, i felt the immediate symptoms of a regular flu: malaise, the hot feeling of a fever, some colds. i took some pills, and went to sleep. last thing i knew that was the last time, for that week, that i was ever gonna have good, orgasmic sleep.
it was total mindfuck from there.
from tuesday to friday, all i can feel are the steady ding-ding of a throbbing headache at the left side of my head, an equally throbbing ear as if i had an ear infection, snot the color of camouflage (which used up 3 rolls of toilet paper every 3 hours), fever that acted as if i was liking the adventure, and toothaches that made me feel like my bicuspids were about to fall off. every night, i couldn't put myself to sleep because of the headache, no matter how many oranges i chew or milk glasses i down like tequila. i tried yoga poses (the corpse pose most especially), mantra (i am more than the headache, i am morethan the headache ad nauseam), gymnopedies (elevator muzak with ocean sounds that claim to relax you), turning off the lights, total silence, lavender oils, everything. nothing could keep me from having to pound my head on the wall (that didn't work too).
except for one thing: my mom's chinese pharmacy menthol stick. it's like the vicks stick, except that the menthol is exposed. i became a junkie to that, and also to a steady overdose of advil. i'm actually still snorting it right now as i type this. menthol sticks can trump crystal meth anytime! it makes you feel that good.
curiously though, even i i had that horrid toothandheadachecombination, i could still eat normally, watch fashion tv (that was more relaxing than the lavender), and do normal things to a certain point. i had the campaign presented to the client this friday, and i must say that going out of the house was, in a way, healing for me. at least when i got back, the headache was no longer that bad. but the snot still makes my nose rival a fire hydrant.
i've been hearing a lot of people having the same mindfuck as i have (good thing, since i wouldn't have to speculate), which means that it's as common as the flu pague to hit this coutry everytime the weather acts up. but i have to say i'll also have myself to blame for my shit. last saturday (not yesterday), i broke my vow of clean and healthy living. during a dear aunt's birthday party, i joined my cousins at the garage and downed 2 1-liter bottles of red horse (RED HORSE. i only drink cerveza negra/super dry. i swore off the san mig light a looong looong time ago, and pale pilsen makes me look like a d.o.m.) AND smoked off 2 packs of marlboro reds (REDS. i don't do reds. as much as possible, it's marl lights or something lighter, like capri or davidoff white. i'm totally killing myself). i didn't have a hangover until sunday afternoon, and i kept myself awake until sunday morning, 10am (10 am! that's like, more than 10 hours of non-stop online work. i'm a walking suicide case, i'm sorry). and that's when it all started.
of course, my whole gym schedule is fucked up; i didn't do gym for a whole week, my parents wouldn't let me go, and i couldn't do it either even if they pointed a gun at me. but maybe i'll try it again tomorrow. experience tells me that a little physical activity clears the airways and the bad air. i feel better now than i did last wednesday, but i'd really like it if i don't get a relapse, like everybody claims they're getting by working so hard.
and maybe getting my clear snot back. i only like camouflage in my fatigue pants.
mall of asia: shop it like you own it
what's a ridiculously huge mall doing...
... in a place where poverty is ridiculously huge?
xananananananananana
my traffic
well, i'm not exactly an internet superstar (...YET! how pretentious can i get/ hahahahaha), but when i downloaded the latest traffic stats for my other website www.danotingcungco.tk, i'm surprised that the site, shabby as it is right now, still gets visited by people outside the country.
check this out:
turns out, my site also gets visited by people from the usa, spain, the uk, canada and singapore.
wow, that's a mouthful.
maybe this is a sign for me, to finally spruce up my site? hell yeah.
maybe later. i'm soooo sick right now i hd to lie down all day purging the evils out of my head.
later
xanananana
M.I.A.
i don't usually listen to hip-hop and rap (too much Louis Vuitton-dropping), but this one got me going. maybe to her, exclusively. M.I.A. aka Maya Arul, is a west london rapper whose family had to leave sri lanka in the middle of the tamil tiger war. she released her album, Arular, last year, but i only got wind of it when wendell garcia played one of her songs (actually 2), Galang and M.I.A., on Wave 89.1. the beats are really hypnotic and soo electroclash/experimental, and the lyrics are very political and profound.
she's my new guilty pleasure right now. but she talks so much sense that maybe it won't be long before she moves up and away from that category.
check out the lyrics to M.I.A.
Sound familiar (especially the call center bit)?
xananananana
M.I.A.
M.I.A.
You can watch TV and watch the media
President Bush doing takeover
Kate Moss in ads for mascara
All my youth the young offender
The bill payers, the drug dealers
Girls who are magazine covers
The part-time jobbers at the call center
No career plans cause you won't go far
Put away change for Ibiza and
Check your credit on your new Nokia
You can be a follower but who's your leader?
Break the cycle or it will kill ya
You leader, you lead, uh, do what you do
What really good's gonna happen to you?
Your prime minister to your employer
Ego lovers need more power
Trendsetters make things better
Don't sell out to be product pushers
The gyro casher and baby makers
Try something new cause it ain't over
All poor people from all over
Lottery's got a rollover
You can be a follower but who's your leader?
Break the cycle or it will kill ya
Cherokee Indian, Iraqi and Indians
Girls and me girls when they come to the fellas and
Japanese, Moroccan, Caribbean, African
That's your life but who the fuck's your president?
You don't get my life cause I don't have a side and I
Spread dat boy 'im a mile wide and I
Got brown skin, I'm a west Londoner
Educated, but a refugee, still.
You wanna boy, you're old, you go
You wanna fight, you suck, you blow
there was nothing controversial about the "code"!
If anything’s to say at all about the film, the Da Vinci Code’s a really good spy thriller, waay better than anything MI:III will ever want to be. But really, there’s nothing sex-and-violence-y about the “Code”, unless of course you consider Tom Hanks’ potentially sugar-daddy look against his female lead Audrey Tautou (Amelie) disturbing. But if anything at all, the “Code” is nothing more than a film that tackles and dissects a topic taboo to many. And that “topic” just happens to become one of the cornerstones of the Western “civilized” world’s biggest religions. Ever.
We caught the last full show of the “Code” last night in one of the local posh malls nearby, since we didn’t want to go too far. Nobody in the house had time in the morning, or in the early afternoon, to see the “Code”, and besides, it’s always more fun with family. So we decided to skip the dinner and head to the theater.
We were really hoping that, since it’s the last full show, we’d be able to get my sister Daphne in. But when I stepped of the escalator and into the theater, I immediately smelled that despite the film hitting a gold mine at the box office, everyone was uptight about it, including the ticket seller. As soon as my mom walked up to her, she asked who she was going to see the film with. And when she saw Daphne looking all uncomfy in my mom’s Fendi handbag I made her carry on her shoulder, she declined to sell my sister her ticket.
So we decided to have a little spy thriller of our own. Okay, maybe just a thriller. We decided to walk up to the supervisor and explain our case with Daphne. First of all, we understand that it’s rated R-18 (in the Philippines, it means for adults over 18 only). But for one, BOTH of her parents are with her, and WE, her adult brothers, are with her. So she’s really gonna get all the guidance she’ll never need, being my mature, forward-thinking sister (and besides, I really don’t want to see that Aquamarine flick). When that didn’t work, we walked up to the manager and she saw the light. So off we go to the “Code.”
Turns out, there’s really nothing to go R-18 about in the film. By far, the only sex-and-violence-y about the movie is Silas’ self-flagellation, and a quick shot where Sauniere was humping a girl apparently for a Priori of Zion ritual. There wasn’t really anything else brow-raising about the film, not even a cheek peck. Which gets me and my mom to conclude that the R-18 was probably a concession from the MTRCB for the film not to get banned in the country. And I later learned that the film was banned in the city of Manila. Which is total hogwash, since it was just a really good film. They should’ve banned MI:3 instead.
Which gets me now to the theme. What is it about the film (and the book, by association) that gets all the conservative people freaky? What could be the most obvious “blasphemy” of the film was the theory that Jesus was a every bit as human as we all are, even to the point of being a family man himself, having a wife and kids with the Bible’s resident “whore”, Mary Magdalene. Now, if you dig Jesus having extra “ghetto superstar” points like that, you’d have no problem. In fact, you’d even like how Ian McKellen’s character rolls the story out.
You’d also have no problem with the “Code” if you’re feminist, since it gives forum to the idea of matriarchy, what with Mary Magdalene being the rightful heir(ess) to the Church, until Peter had to step in, screw it all up for her, and take the post for himself. Gives light to the theory that Magdalene was never a whore to start with, that it’s just a smear campaign against her, and by association, to all strong women everywhere, just because she’s a threat to the men who want a piece of her rightful power.
But the problem starts with the very idea itself. In so much as Jesus’ humanity is discussed, there is no mention of his divinity. Which is great for Catholics, because where there’s no mention, there’s no questioning (Hanks’ character Robert Langdon makes this explicit). But here’s the beef: the mere theory of Jesus’ humanity as the “Code” sees it, rocks the very core of Christianity, or at least Christian doctrine as we know it, and has every potential in the world to turn this core, this “foundation,” into nothing more than a little ol’ lie.
Now, here’s how I see it. If the theory is true, then Jesus, by association, is on a level playing field with the Muslim prophet Muhammad. Now, if I get my history right, Muhammad was just a regular guy with wife and kids, and every trapping of humanity there is, except that Allah entrusted him with the holy Koran, thus, being the caretaker and founder of Islam on earth.
Jesus was as every bit as Muhammad was, but the Church just had to turn him into the big guy he really never needed to be and transformed him into this universal entity something who came to earth riding a big shiny white Bentley of a motorcade (figuratively), swaggered and swashbuckled his way like a celebrity into converting everyone, and when he was done with his “assignment,” went back to heaven like it was one, big old gig. Vacation package included.
Kinda makes me question why the Church has been so insecure of other religions right of the back. Although Langdon won’t speculate as to who made the attacks on whom (the Church said they defended against the pagans, the pagans said they defended against the Church), history will tell us that this brand of insecurity has been so great that great travesties that could ever be committed by mankind (mass murders, the Spanish Inquisition, the Salem Witch trials, the friars, mass looting and plundering, the decimation of indigenous tribes everywhere there’s a colonization happening) have either been sanctioned by or actively participated by no other entity than the white man’s Church. You never hear this sort of thing happening from the end of other religions, although they also do have their own set of problems.
Which makes me now think, had the theories been true? Dan Brown only made a fiction disclaimer to the storyline, not the historical accounts and documents. So is Christianity, in all of its foundations and all, a big lie? Consider this, even if the theories aren’t true to begin with (scientific proof still has yet to arrive), what’s the biggest entity that made the biggest atrocities on women and minorities? What’s the biggest force against free thinkers and science right off the back? What was the biggest entity that implicitly stood against freedom of expression, just because its interests weren’t sought? What’s the sole entity from which the basis of the conservative WASP (white anglo-saxon protestant)’s culture and set of beliefs, which many view now as bordering on fascism, spring from? What’s the one thing Dubya Bush resting on when he launched an all-out attack against gay marriages and non-traditional family statuses (divorcee, single parent, etc)?
These questions are not merely formed out of conspiracy theories, but by history itself.
I know my musings border on heresy, but you have to understand. After having this country looted and pillaged for centuries by Spanish friars, and looted and pillaged once more (up to now) by the American WASPs, as Filipino I really can’t find it in my heart to ditch the very freedom the Church is implicitly seeking to take away from me by trying to have the “Code” banned from theaters. It’s not just a matter of whether the “Code” is controversial or not now, it’s all symbolic at this point. This is a jump-off point to everything else that can be labeled “blasphemous.” Not just by the Church, but by any powerful entity that seeks to have its interests protected by screwing free thinking and free speech.
After the film (I think we left the theater around 12 midnight), we all schlepped to a nearby Yellow Cab where we had a quick dinner. And when I saw Debate on GMA 7 that night, I was really turned off by that arrogant monsignor, and really rooted for Sir Danny Arao. After all, shouldn’t I be the one who’s capable of forming decisions for myself and choosing the beliefs I feel are the best for me, and not some random priest whose idea of me is based on the rare times I went into confession?
Afterwards, I learned from Daphne that she didn’t get a thing from the film, and dozed off just before Ian McKellen’s character uncovered some lively twist to the “Code.” At least I didn’t get to see Aquamarine. That one I’ll probably see on pirated DVD.
Gawd, that was a damn good movie.
i want a rico yan sibling relationship
okay, so before y'all gesticulate wildly and accuse me of blaspheming the name of the dead matinee idol, hear me out.
when i woke up early this morning, i recall myself dreaming about how nice it wold be for me to have what relationship rico yan (in one of his interviews) had with his siblings: closer as you get older. he admitted to fighting with his siblings every sinlge living day when he was youung, but the tables turned over when they reached legal voting age. now they're close as ever.
i always hear my parents telling me that we all should be close right off the back. but somehow, i can't avoid fighting petty bitchy wars with my sister and brother (with whom i've grown close over the year; just proves rico yan's hypothesis). i never indulged myself in chummy sessions with my sister except for the increasingly frequent times that i style her hair and do her makeup for the parties she's now allowed to go to. and i only talk to my brother at extended lengths (like, powerhouse 10 hour bonding sessions) if it's about work and stuff.
i don't know. i mean, bickering's pretty normal in a family of fewer than 10 (we're 5 in the family, excluding all the help). and i'm really getting the hang of hanging out with my siblings and not overly fussing over how "cool" they will or should be. i'm slowly getting the hang of the rico yan hypothesis, and i'm gonna prove it right to full potential in five years or less, when we're all working, thinking adults capable of going dutch on each other everytime we go out for coffee or chow.
btw, i'm posting this half-naked, wrapped in a towel, and with a toothbrush stuck to my mouth. we're catching the last full show of the da vinci code tonight, and i hope they let daphne in. i mean, she's 12 and all, but her sheer size can pass her off as a debutante. hehehehe
i'm gonna start applying the rico yan hypothesis right now. maybe tonight, after i step out of the shower.
xanananananananana
software update
okay, so i lied.
when i said i was gonna post a few hours after the last (okay, i said "later," but isn't that the effect? ha!), i hadn't really done it. and the difference between may 9 and may 18 can't really be equated with the term "later." so empirically, i fell short of my promise to post "later." but hey, i always have options, ya know.
anyway, on to my "software update."
y'already know that i "celebrated" my birthday two weeks ago. if i had to include stories about my mandatory shopping+dinner, nothing really mind-blowing happened. then again, what happened to that day was different from what happened in any other day in my life on hibernation mode (i.e., breaks, summer, christmas, vacation, etc). i expected to do something more profound and something to remember that day by months after it's over. but what did i do? i slept through the morning (for no apparently urgent reason at all; i just stayed up really late surfing the net), worked out three hours after i woke up (noon), and waited for a go-signal from my mom for us to meet in some restaurant to cap my birthday night off.
here's the thing: this is what i ALWAYS do. well, not always, but this is what you would normally see me doing had you picked any other random day. i wake up at noon (earliest) or 6pm (average), work out, and go out to dinner. and when i get home, i'd check my mail, bryanboy.com, news sites, my friendster, and download a few new songs off limewire to distract me when i'm at the gym.
but if there was something i did (that week; it's a long-standing tradition at home that people keep themselves safe on their birthdays) that i haven't done the past few months, it was mustering enough courage to walk into a levi's store (in two branches, actually: megamall and gateway) and get a pair of slim jeans (the 522 slims and the 523 s-type, respectively) in my actual size. not that i logistically can't do it any other day. it's just that i was holding myself from buying any new clothes (except socks, oleg cassini handkerchiefs that i really love and exclusively use since i was 10, and underwear) until i get my waist 2 to 3 more inches down. i haven't achieved that yet, so i could evaluate these new purchases as either a wardrobe savior (i can wear chucks now without having to cut/pin my pants!) or a frivolous, expensive mistake (the reason why i got myself levi's jeans instead of schlepping to 168 and getting myself a knockoff is because mother experience has told me that original levi's jeans shrink to fit your body with every wash. and the fits are fabulous to begin with. then again, was i right in dissing my instinct not to buy them until 6 months later?). i could say it's all about perspective, but perspective can't give me back the good money i shelled out for these.
anyway, on to more significant stuff.
if this had been a good greeting, let me know: when i went to the gym on my birthday, my trainor's good friend/drinking buddy complimented me on how much fat i lost since i enrolled four months earlier. now, being little old vain conceited me, i had to fish deeper for compliments. same response, only more enthusiastic and with more cajoling than i could've normally handled. i personally couldn't see the fat i lost; maybe because i keep on seeing the little belly pocket i have everytime i pose like nicole scherzinger in the mirror, and it bugs the hell out of me. it surely made me feel good the whole time i was there doing 90-lb squats, but then i felt stupid for telling them that it was my birthday then, because then i would have to order pizza and lattes for the guys and i can't really punish myself like that right now. not at this point.
the next day was a combination of work and fun. in the morning, i went out and worked my thesis by going on scheduled data-mining searches. for those of you who know what my thesis is about, you'll know how especially hard it is for me to get precious dirt on my subject. in the afternoon, i joined my brother and sister at celebrity sports club, where we spent the afternoon with our really closest cousins on the tingcungco side, nica, chesca and leica. we had fun diving until our ears begged us to stop at the 9ft pool, binged on cobblers and banana split at the cafe, and proved once again that my evil younger fArtist brother daniel can send us all home crying and penniless with his nifty bowling skills.
it was fun, and i'd never trade that day for anything. then again, it meant that i had to cancel some appointments i made for the day, so i compensated by doing online work the minute i stepped into my room four hours later. leaving early wasn't really an option for me, since we were under close watch by the driver, who was in cahoots with my mom and aunt. and besides, i got some scrubbing earlier in the morning because i wasn't apparently playing the responsible elder brother role. so i had to pretty much prove my worth by staying around and entertaining my little sister daphne as she paddled her way through the 3ft section of the pool. it was exhausting, since i couldn't do all the deep laps i wanted to do for the day, but it was a relief to prove to myself that i'm not such a cold, heartless, selfish bitch after all.
it was pretty much downhill for my body since then. it was like the compliment was sign that told me, "you're gonna screw up real soon." after i left the gym on my birthday, i went for seconds downing spaghetti al pesto and philly steak pizza (take note: philly=fat) at the nearby don henrico's. the next day at celebrity, i binged on 2 servings of chocolate cobbler, a shitload of servings of regular (REGULAR=SUGAR LOADED) bottomless iced tea, and a plateful of pasta. during my sister's birthday three days later (we stayed home and played "who's the cook?" while preparing special dinner dishes), i dined on redsauce pasta as if my life depended on it. take note: the whole week i was doing this, i slept around 6a and woke up around 12nn to 3p, which pretty much leaves me unprepared to work out and focus. and the amount of work i had to handle within that week and into this week (thesis, sideline writing and creative design jobs) leaves me with no time and no energy to do pathetic 40lb military presses.
right now, i'm trying to get my gym program back on track, and my thesis progress on an existent pace. i'm occupied right now with thoughts about my current workload, a creative/design campaign for a local beverage company. my thesis work is on a standstill. i still can see the one thing in my tummy that's keeping me from having cheeky girl abs (okay, maybe brandon boyd abs). my contact with friends and the rest of my social circle no longer exist. and i still sleep around 6a.
but hey, i doubled my milk intake (which makes me not have to reach for oily peanuts for my after-gym protein fix), loaded my songs with more hed kandi, and started drinking the same slimming tea my sister's drinking on a 2x-a-day basis. i can see directino from here. then again, maybe it's just perspective.
btw, thanks a lot to everyone who greeted me on my birthday. even though i wasn't able to thank each and every one of you, you know that your greetings mean a whole lot to me. you know who you are. i love y'all!
now playing (i know these are old songs, but hey, the memories make them more special):
Sia - Breathe Me (Mylo Remix)
Zero 7 - Destiny
Goldfrapp - Ride A White Horse
Shakira - Día Especial
Alejandro Sanz - No Es Lo Mismo
Goo Goo Dolls - Slide
Toni Braxton featuring Loon - Hit The Freeway
Lene Marlin - You Weren't There
Kelly Rowland - Can't Nobody
Maria Rita - Encontros E Despedidas
Nelly Furtado - Forca
Paris Hilton - Screwed (yes, i'm still listening to her)
email me if you want a copy of these songs: danotingc@gmail.com. this is p2p baby, blog-style!
my favorite line/phrase right now - "orthopedic nightmare" (a term i unintentionally coined when one of my gym-mates sprained his ankle)
my favorite motto right now - "Dance like a slut, but don't let the horny wankers touch you." (Paris Hilton, as told by Bryanboy in his much talked-about blog, www.bryanboy.com)
don't ask me why; i can't give a philosophical meaning to it. it's 6a and i still can't think properly. hahahahaha!
xananananana
i'm hooked on paris hilton, and happy birthday
i have to confess: i'm hooked on paris hilton.
not the porn, dammit! what i meant was that i'm hooked on her leaked songs right now. "screwed", one of the ironic-sounding tracks in her upcoming album Paris is Burning (or Paris; i'm not really sure and not really care), is on heavy rotation right now in my workout mp3 player. it sounds techno-meets-candy-pop, and it's soo paris. it's a guilty pleasure, but i don't really see myself listening to this over the long term. maybe when i'm doing those "beloved" military presses? maybe.
will post properly later. so many things happened in between my last post and this one. my birthday, another day at celebrity with cousins, and compliments about my weight at the gym (i wonder if they're just coming on to me or something. ha!). right now, i'm trying to finish two sets of articles for two different publications, as well as working the phones for my thesis and sex life. ha!
later my dears,
xanana
special post - on the arrest and torture of musician alexis uy
This post is forwarded from a forwarded email message I got this morning. This regime's goin' down people, if not for the many human rights violations like this the Gloria Macapagal Arroyo administration is getting. Please forward this to as many people as you can. We just can't let another second pass to let out our outrage.
_________________________
Go Not to the Silence of the Graveyard
We in the Artists for the Removal of Gloria (ARREST
Gloria) condemn to high heavens the arrest, detention
and torture of our fellow artist, Alexis Uy – an
gifted musician and recent UP Diliman graduate who
helped organize the Artistang Pangkultura ng
Mamamalakaya sa Timog Katagalugan (APLAYA), one of our
member organizations.
Uy, who also works as a researcher for the Kalipunan
ng Samahang Magbubukid sa Timog Katagalugan
(KASAMA-TK), was arrested April 30 in Lucena City
together with Joey dela Rosa, also a researcher for
the said peasant organization; and 12 peasant
activists from KOMPRA-Quezon. They were preparing to
join a caravan to Manila for the Labor Day rally when
arrested.
The 14 are now detained at the headquarters of the
military's Southern Luzon Command (Solcom) in Camp
Nakar, Lucena City, as confirmed by its chief Lt. Gen.
Pedro Cabuay Jr. Human rights workers handling their
case have disclosed that the authorities have refused
to allow counsel and visitors for them.
When Uy and his companions were arrested, they were on
their way to Manila to join a rally intending to
articulate the grievances of workers, as well as their
brothers and sisters in the rural areas, against a
government that has imposed a good number of the most
anti-people policies in decades.
This is a perfectly legitimate cause. For advocating
this, Uy and his companions were arrested and are now
detained.
We are concerned for the safety of Uy and his
companions. Too much have we seen of what is visited
upon perceived "enemies of the state" in the custody
of government forces. Because President Gloria
Macapagal-Arroyo is the commander-in-chief of the
Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP), we shall hold
her accountable for whatever happens to Uy and his
companions while in detention.
The arrest of Uy and his companions is an attack
against the freedom of _expression – a basic human
right held especially sacred by artists. It shows that
artists are free only for so long as they refrain from
challenging the ruling clique and the manner in which
it "orders" the country.
To prohibit dissent is to curtail the freedom of
_expression. As lawyer and historical conservationist
Trixie Angeles said, "Without freedom of _expression
there can be no artist."
We in ARREST Gloria cannot but condemn the arrest of
Uy and his companions – and not simply because Uy is a
member of our alliance.
We cannot bring ourselves to be silent at a time when
the forces of darkness have begun to haul artists to
the silence of the graveyard. To be silent at this
point is to put the gun to our heads and pull the
trigger.
Artists for the Removal of Gloria (ARREST Gloria)
May 3, 2006
Southern Tagalog Exposure + KASIBULAN Women Visual
Artists' Collective + KUMASA (Kulturang Ugnayan ng
Manggagawa at Uring Anakpawis sa Timog Katagalugan) +
ARTIST, Inc. (Arts Research and Training Institute in
Southern Tagalog) + Kilometer 64 Poetry Group +
Tambisan sa Sining + APLAYA (Artistang Pangkultura ng
Mamamalakaya sa Timog Katagalugan) + UPLB Umalohokan +
Pokus Gitnang Luson + Paolo Martinez + Andrea Muñoz +
Gian Mayuga + Jeffrey Ferrer + Onin Tagaro + Bobby
Balingit + Winnie Balingit + Lourd de Veyra + Dong
Abay + Ninj Abay + Con Cabrera + Roselle Pineda +
Heidi Takama + Boom Dizon + Rommel Lozano + Mary Rose
Abano + Aba Dalena + Sari Dalena-Sicat + Gari
Buenavista + Tudla Productions + ADIOS GMA-NCR
