Disclaimer: This is not a paid post. Probably soon? No sexual favours were promised nor exchanged. Yet. And this post is slightly NSFW. You have been warned.
Once in a while, I would get the urge and the desire to pick up a book and flip through the pages and get my senses lost in the story and the characters as they unfold between the lines and chapters.
But this particular book, it will blow your mind. It may leave you scarred for life. In a good way.
It's title name is in Filipino, the rough translation would be 'First Fire.' But the 'Putok' or the 'Fire' described here is synonymous to a discharge of a man's 'milkshake.' (Time to play 'My milkshake brings all the boys in the yard...')
The author's website/blog name describes himself really well, 'Wickedmouth.' Not everybody fit their aliases or pseudonyms all the time. Glentot seems to be fine with it, and he doesn't give a damn.
I have been a fan of this blogger's body of work. Not his body, body of WORK. I smile, I laugh, I cringe with his true-to-life experiences. If his life would be put on film, it would hover the R-18 range. Good thing no actor has yet agreed to do his part, but for now we have finally a book lifted from his filthy blog. And when I mean filthy, it is a compliment, trust me. I haven't met him personally (thank goodness). But I have never read such a bastos yet a funny and a witty storyteller.
I would also consider a bonus of having the artwork of another popular blogger Mots on the book. His other works are found at motsmots.blogspot.com. No graphic images were drawn by him.Whew.
It was by luck and through a friend who came from Manila that got my own copy of the book. (Thanks Super Mario.) I had to have one, for Glentot was the pride (and sometimes the shame) of the Filipino Blogging Community. I was inspired to blog by reading a blogger's published work. I'm not sure Glentot would be a great inspiration and role model to the youth, but the readers would be glad they did try.
I took his book out for a trip to London, and I was smiling like a madman on the train. It was good since the Londoners doesn't understand 'mwahchupas' and 'chismosang bangus', but I'd be happy to share it with them. I have read about Khikhi on his blog, but it was like this junk food that you know it would be bad for your health, but it tastes so good, you keep coming back for more.
He would keep the punches rolling with his misadventures. The back cover of the book states, as when translated:
'This book contains true stories of grief, embarrassment, misfortune, stupidity, and sensuality. I think there's a moral lesson somewhere. I'm not sure. Really.'
Now UNFORTUNATELY, for his fans in Manila, they will be having a Book Signing + Meet and Greet Event. It will be on the 15th of February. A day past Valentine's. I'm wondering who will be his lucky date? Will he give that lovely lady his own Unang Putok?
This book is so bad, that it's so damn good to be bad. We need more of his in-your-face story telling and eff-the-world confidence. He doesn't sugarcoat things, he would get you down on the nitty-gritty. But now thinking more of it, no, we need only 1 wickedmouth. He would suffice, and more of Khikhi of course.
For this tribute, I had to play on youtube the song of our golden generation.
Once in a while, I would get the urge and the desire to pick up a book and flip through the pages and get my senses lost in the story and the characters as they unfold between the lines and chapters.
But this particular book, it will blow your mind. It may leave you scarred for life. In a good way.
London tasted some of Glentot's Unang Putok
The author's website/blog name describes himself really well, 'Wickedmouth.' Not everybody fit their aliases or pseudonyms all the time. Glentot seems to be fine with it, and he doesn't give a damn.
I have been a fan of this blogger's body of work. Not his body, body of WORK. I smile, I laugh, I cringe with his true-to-life experiences. If his life would be put on film, it would hover the R-18 range. Good thing no actor has yet agreed to do his part, but for now we have finally a book lifted from his filthy blog. And when I mean filthy, it is a compliment, trust me. I haven't met him personally (thank goodness). But I have never read such a bastos yet a funny and a witty storyteller.
I would also consider a bonus of having the artwork of another popular blogger Mots on the book. His other works are found at motsmots.blogspot.com. No graphic images were drawn by him.
Glentot will pay for your fare to London!
I took his book out for a trip to London, and I was smiling like a madman on the train. It was good since the Londoners doesn't understand 'mwahchupas' and 'chismosang bangus', but I'd be happy to share it with them. I have read about Khikhi on his blog, but it was like this junk food that you know it would be bad for your health, but it tastes so good, you keep coming back for more.
He would keep the punches rolling with his misadventures. The back cover of the book states, as when translated:
'This book contains true stories of grief, embarrassment, misfortune, stupidity, and sensuality. I think there's a moral lesson somewhere. I'm not sure. Really.'
This book is so bad, that it's so damn good to be bad. We need more of his in-your-face story telling and eff-the-world confidence. He doesn't sugarcoat things, he would get you down on the nitty-gritty. But now thinking more of it, no, we need only 1 wickedmouth. He would suffice, and more of Khikhi of course.
For this tribute, I had to play on youtube the song of our golden generation.
'I know you want it,
The thing that makes me,
What the guys go crazy for.
They lose their minds'
You read the book on the train, I read your review on a tricycle and was smiling like a madman LOL salamat naman sa review sir nakakatouch nang lubos...
ReplyDeletei miss the mighty tricycles! alam ko na codename ng mga manyak na tulad mo :
DeleteTouch N Go lols