Beyonce, Beyonce!

I got this image as well as the one below from www.dlisted.com and let me just say, it's freakin' hot and smoking, in a weird way. I can't say I love the "chimes shades" that she was wearing but it looked acceptable. I just can't imagine wearing the glasses in Alaska. I might die from infection and not from shivers. Those pointy, shiny, deadly blinding tools can poke my eyes straight out I'll die from bleeding.

This is one lesson I will instill in me for good. Comfort over fashion. Functionality over image. Safety first over fad.

I love Beyonce. And I accept the fact that she's doing us a favor - what not to buy during the lowest of your lows. But I think she's the only one who can only pull this off. Gees, I won't even get this for free. It's creepy. And you don't wanna go there. It's like having four nipples attached to your testicles. It's that icky. Period. But it's just me.

Whatever girlfriend. She's Beyonce. Whatever floats your boat.

A Royal Treat from Prince William

I was just going to check my mail and my facebook as well as my friendster accounts, but these shocking photos just drew me out of my shell to prove true the so-called images. I got this information from a site I usually go to for gossips and for the fashion sense he exhibits - bryanboy.com.

Well, I ended up going to the link - hopefully with no viruses and saw the entire set (set of 3's I think) of the Prince's intimate time with himself - if you ever think that pissing is such a holy and inviolate deed for such.

For the purpose of respect (self-righteousness, to some, haha), people who are interested can go to this LINK to treat yourself with royal but soon evanescent image of him.

Paparazzis sure are weasels that will do whatever to sell an exclusive set of photos. But as soon as there are people like us who somehow get intrigued and catered to these people, they will remain creeping in the shadows, and a click away from an awkward but indulging photos.

I think I can't let go of the guilty pleasure yet. But I will keep trying. In the meantime, the photos can satisfy the voyeurism in us but he's still a prince. You cannot get a royal treat twice!

Dirty Skin?

Much to the shock of everyone, this guy, let's just call him Ira Luna, has decided to call me thru my extension and come right on, lambasting not only my personality but also my work ethics. Apparently, he is a human machine gun. He shoots but never eyes on the target. He started accusing me of how offensive I was and how I kept on targeting him, insinuating that I did that on purpose to look like he was not doing his job right. He then continued on with such profanity that I was going to rot in the company I am working for as he is going to leave the company and go to the States. Much to my thinking, how did it ever become the point of argument. Clearly, he was getting all personal. He came so personal that he even said to me how dirty my skin was.

Dirty skin friends. Yes, dirty skin. I tried to grasp the meaning of what he said. Dirty skin. I tried to get the connotative and denotative meaning but in no way I could comprehend what he meant. Even with much recollection and reflection over this statement and a few hot flashes in my head (Spell furious), I could not help but wonder, is dirty skin a term to fret about? Or did those two words come out as fillers that completed a so called intellectual statement?

Gees, I guess I better scrub my body double time until it reddens to relieve myself of dirty skin. But then again, why would I give him such satisfaction when in fact he is the only one who thinks so. I must admit, I may not have the perfect skin. I may have zits and acne over my face. A few big ones at times they cover up a big chunk of my face, but I refuse to be branded as one with a dirty skin. Or whatever he means by it.

I guess it will just be plain mystery how these two words came about. I had no plans of dwelling into such shallowness and had no intentions of impugning his phone etiquette as he clearly has none to begin with. I better not indulge myself with so much bickering.

My parents taught me better. I just hope he wakes up someday, gets his senses back, rediscovers himself and hopefully not get his own share of unpleasant behavior. A poison is still a poison.

So to Ira Luna, you owe your parents good manners. You owe them at least that. Please try to pick a lesson or two from this incident.

A dirty skin (with a big question mark) is clearly better than a tainted soul. May God guide you for a better life ahead.

P.S.

Thanks to all my friends who supported me in this interesting "commotion". I guess we can all laugh about it and use this as somewhat a joke over a cup of coffee at Starbucks or elsewhere. I love you guys!

Lazy Saturday

I spent practically the entire day in front of my computer watching video streaming over the net. And I would say that my nape got stiff staring at my laptop screen for hours. You could say that I enjoyed every second of it more so than regretting it.

It was so refreshing to just bum around, sit on my touche with my legs crossed, lay on the bed against my chest while my forearms resting on a comfy pillow and watch all day. Not really in that order.

Awkward silence just works every once in a while. Doing and thinking of nothing. Not stressing on things in particular. Just going with the flow, just as the wind blows to where it pleases.

Indulging on such lazy Saturday is pure fun. But unproductive. Who says it has to be so?

Ultimate Food Trip

There was this one thing on my mind when I went back to Las Islas Filipinas for a short vacation. I believe that one word to describe the experience was INDULGE. Indulge on everything, most especially with all the Filipino food stuff that I missed living in a country known for its chili sauce, satay, chili crab and noodles - Singapore.

I made it a point to list down in my head the food cravings and the fast food to visit to silence my stomach from its forever long rally over good Filipino food.

Who would not want that fresh bibingka on this very BER month? That one sumptuous food delight famous during the festive Christmas season. Thanks to my loving father and my gracious mother who continue to spoil us whenever we come back home to the province - Nueva Ecija, with all those food delicacies we want. They would always buy, prepare and take home to their children the unique and the most sought after food superstars in my entire hometown - balut, hokbo, day-old chicks, sampelot with the yummy inangit, chicharon, relyenong bangus, crispy pata, sinampalukang manok with fresh sampalok shoots, barbeque-d liempo, tiim na manok, itlog na maalat, etc. Thanks Pa and Ma! You're the best parents ever, even to this yummy bibingka. :)

Of course, it doesn't end there. A trip to the Philippines will be worthless if you miss out on going to our fast food trademark - Jollibee. The world famous isa pa, isa pang chickenjoy and the oh-so-sinful jolly hotdog will be worth the trip over and over and over again. Jollibee is my Mecca - my inner peace.


And yes, the jolly hotdog. The famous to go meal. The ultimate youth food. So yummy it diminishes your life span. Who cares. As long as I die happy, hehe. Who can resist the grates of cheese on top, the soft bread and the brown hotdog made of I don't know what and I don't care ingredients. .

I never forgot to visit Chowking fast food as well. Chinese food with that tinge of Filipino touch. In case you're wondering, it is all quite the same. Or worse. Considering that this is part of Jollibee corporation, this must have been the bottom-est and the lousiest of all worst combined. The lousy service, the long queue over the cashier, the waiting of the food to be served, the unfriendly staff and the busy environment. The infamous food chain still has got it. And please, I forgot to take photos of the food we ordered. Good thing I saw this sign board on the way to the province.



If not for the bochi, I would have burned the fast food outlet and Robinson's Galleria with it. (In my head - this will not spoil my vacation).

I miss the food already. Hmmm. I better stop.

I can't wait to come home again and schedule the gastronomical kiosk experience next time - the isaw, the fishball, the bread with cheese, the korn kernels in a cup with cheese powder, balut, dirty ice cream and a lot more - Peyups style. :P

Trash Talk

In a world where the superficial seems to rule over the human psyche, it just makes it more difficult to find for a long lost love. Or is it really?

You just don't simply bump around somebody and feel the spark of attraction instantly, at that very moment. And more often than not, the preference will not necessarily translate to the other person's liking. I guess love just doesn't come along easily. It just doesn't work in a snap. It has to be made with the right ingredients - all mixed together to come up with one zesty, jolty and consummate concoction.

A lot had tried. A lot had failed. A few had succeeded or so I think.

Some feel it in a positive and creative way while some treat it as some jarred to the heart all the way to the brain. Maybe there are just people meant to spend their lifetime alone. People who somewhat find gratification and solace within their own skin. Within their beings. Maybe this love thing is only limited to those who believed. To those who have faith in it.

I would like to think I belong to the latter. I need to be. I gotta be.

A quintessential believer of love to come not so far from now.

Cupid, if you ever hear me, deliver my heart to the person who will take care of it in this lifetime and to the next - a perennial lover.

Too Much Network Sites

It was not long ago that I realized that maintaining a LOT of network sites can really be overwhelming. It takes a lot of hard ass work and a lot of time uploading the photos to each one to make everything current.

Heck, I am tired today and I don't even have the luxury to put all things in order for each account that I have. Did I mention I have more than five? Gees, I need to seriously ponder on this. It's eating so much of my time. I am turning into a BIG LOSER freak.

I just got back from my flight from the Philippines to Singapore and will start working again tomorrow. I need to sleep early tonight. There will be bloodshed tomorrow. A lot of blood and pending work load, which I am not looking forward to doing. But I have to deal with it sooner or later.

I think I just have to turn the table around and make it, how do I say it, hmm - MANAGEABLE. Just the same thing I have to do for those network sites that I have accounts under, over, whatever.

I gotta play it uber-smart. But before anything else. I need to sleep. I would have to postpone and procrastinate it until tomorrow. Same goes for my long to do list.

*DISCLAIMER
The above photo and the one below do not in any way relate to this blog entry. I just found them in my photo archive and thought of sharing these two. We secretly took these photos inside the movie house. Thanks to Paula's ever reliable camera it captured the attitude and ferociousness in us. No antagonists and envy souls please.

David Beckham what?

Look how internet can keep you busy these days. With just a few searches and clicks, you get to access all the information you want. Except for porn I think, as this needs a valid Credit Card for a few bucks that's clearly a rip off from your finances.

On to my point.

Beckham got my attention for his Emporio Armani Underwear ad campaign when I was browsing the GQ Magazine in a salon. I didn't know how old this was but this obviously depicted the holy grail of all underwear ad campaigns.

I actually have no intention to look for David Beckham's photos online on this. But I could not help and do so when I read this gossip that Posh Spice (Victoria) had just been signed for a USD20M contract to do the same for Armani. Curiosity got me. I saw myself yahoo-ing the male Beckham.

And BAM! In awe, Beckham is really sexy. Everything seems perfect. Hmm, is everything real? Especially this shot. Or do we account this photo to good adobe photoshop? Or the old school method? Nevermind.

I must give it to him, and to the photographer. The black and white shots for underwear campaigns really do the trick.



If the underwear does not cost as much as a suit, I would really buy them. But then again, I am NOT that rich to buy them. I would recommend this to Superman though. They might be immune to kryptonite.

I wonder if Posh Spice can give justice to her photoshoot. I wonder if she can create the same impact as her husband. Or even surmount David's charms. She's so skinny. I hope she pulls it off.

Damn, Elle spells F-I-E-R-C-E!

As part of my diversion tactics to shake off the gloomy feeling before flying off tomorrow, I saw this photo of Elle Macpherson on the web when she attended the premier night of the Quantum of Solace in London.

Damn, this 44-year-old woman still has the goods to knock the boys and men (but not me, please) dead on the floor. Hard! (Pun intended) This woman sure knows the basics of dressing up.

I guess that background in modeling keeps you ahead of the pack. I don't think botox and mesotherapy can make you this hot, unless you have a skimpy body hugging outfit with a super hot piece of ass!

Way to go girl! All hail Elle and her fierce-ness.

Last Night

It saddens me that I have to go back to Singapore again after this 7-day-vacation in Manila, Philippines. It kind of rips my heart apart that I have to pack everything again in my ever reliable luggage and start the vicious cycle of working my ass off.

I think this is what happens when you go back home. You get energized and look forward to be with your family, savor the "only in the Philippines" food trips, the his and hellos to rekindle the relationship with your closest friends, the frantic and endless shopping and so much more.

But after you have gone thru the checklist and the days just come closer by the minute and it's time to leave again, you just feel the anxiety attack.

The usual program line ups you started to get used to.

The Filipino food.

The peculiar Manila urban lifestyle.

The shopping sprees, the cheap and reliable facials.

The simple rural beat.

The hugs, the kisses and the silly family baloney talk.

All of which I will miss again when my plane takes off tomorrow.

(Deep Breaths.)

I need a diversion. I need to browse the net.