The Philippines now has a new president in the name of Benigno Aquino III. Yay! A good day deserves good music!
DJ Earworm. I've never seen this before until today. Yup. I live under a rock and have a fishbowl over my head. Nonetheless, I'm impressed. I think I bobbed my head throughout the music. So that explains the neck strain.
I'm now a fan.
MORAL: If you have problems of choosing which song to play first, these kinds of music would definitely suit you. You get to listen to a lot of music in less than 5 minutes each!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Score!
Seriously, am I really considering this an almost-weekly thing? (I guess this will just be a bi-weekly thing.) I'm just copy-pasting Marian Rivera's infamous one-liner and the moral of all these posts. Yet, there are a lot of people out there who are really striking. Pun intended.
He certainly has a lot more better photos but this came to me like a dream. So yeah, Cristiano Ronaldo is our pretty photo/face of the week.
Seriously, I think I have to stop this. Or just do it a little less frequently. Ho-hum.
In Marian Rivera's wise words or word or mouth instead: Bee-yoo-tee-fool!
MORAL: When you're feeling down and when you think the heavens have conspired to make your day terrible, look at these people. God sent them to make you smile. Or salivate.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
International Photographer
Just a really random post because I saw it in Joppet's account.
I remember this photo, this moment. This was when we went to Macau. And for that trip, 2 people asked me to take their photos. First was when we went to Macau Tower and this Japanese dude asked me to take his photo. I remember that, he posed behind the Why Live On The Edge When You Can Jump Off? slogan of Macau Tower. And then this: a Western couple just asked me out of nowhere to take their picture with the Ruins of St. Paul behind them. (Joppet took a photo of them while I was taking theirs as well. Freaks.)
When we went to Cebu, my friends and I were taking a lot of photos of each other while we were in Crown Regency (Sky Walk floor). Then an old Korean couple asked me to take their photo. Twice. @___@
Just weird. Do I have that "I can take your picture if you want" vibes coming out from my body?!
And because I can't say a big juicy NO, I took their photos.
MORAL: I AM NOT YOUR PHOTOGRAPHER. I need to have a shirt with that printed on.
I remember this photo, this moment. This was when we went to Macau. And for that trip, 2 people asked me to take their photos. First was when we went to Macau Tower and this Japanese dude asked me to take his photo. I remember that, he posed behind the Why Live On The Edge When You Can Jump Off? slogan of Macau Tower. And then this: a Western couple just asked me out of nowhere to take their picture with the Ruins of St. Paul behind them. (Joppet took a photo of them while I was taking theirs as well. Freaks.)
Just weird. Do I have that "I can take your picture if you want" vibes coming out from my body?!
And because I can't say a big juicy NO, I took their photos.
MORAL: I AM NOT YOUR PHOTOGRAPHER. I need to have a shirt with that printed on.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Wet Grass and Hair of Tennis
This is that time of the year again. When the world goes gaga over green grass, white clothes, and silence when someone starts serving that ball 120 miles per hour.
Wimbledon.
Tennis is a very brutal sport for the self-conscious, preppy, "I want to look really good" people. When you're a professional tennis player, you get interviewed right after you win or lose a match. Yeps. Freaking right after finishing a match, while you're still dripping and sweating like a pig. No time for fixing your hair or your collar. Just enough time to wear the watch you're endorsing while the interviewer is leaping towards you. When you win a title, the awarding is right after the match as well, just so you can wear your jacket and compose a speech on how great your opponent is.
You know post-match press interviews? Players are given just a few minutes to shower or have a change of clothes (they usually do the former) and are compelled to show up for the interview. (If they don't show up to the mandatory post-match press, they have to pay a fine. Yes. Brutal.) This is why you see a lot of players looking like a mess while they're being interviewed by the press.
Certainly, tennis is bipolar. They want the players to look good and feel their best before and during play (for advertising) but afterwards, go for broke - wet hair, sweaty clothes, dirty shoes, dripping caps. Tennis is not for chokers.
MORAL: Welcome to sports entertainment. :)
Wimbledon.
Tennis is a very brutal sport for the self-conscious, preppy, "I want to look really good" people. When you're a professional tennis player, you get interviewed right after you win or lose a match. Yeps. Freaking right after finishing a match, while you're still dripping and sweating like a pig. No time for fixing your hair or your collar. Just enough time to wear the watch you're endorsing while the interviewer is leaping towards you. When you win a title, the awarding is right after the match as well, just so you can wear your jacket and compose a speech on how great your opponent is.
You know post-match press interviews? Players are given just a few minutes to shower or have a change of clothes (they usually do the former) and are compelled to show up for the interview. (If they don't show up to the mandatory post-match press, they have to pay a fine. Yes. Brutal.) This is why you see a lot of players looking like a mess while they're being interviewed by the press.
Certainly, tennis is bipolar. They want the players to look good and feel their best before and during play (for advertising) but afterwards, go for broke - wet hair, sweaty clothes, dirty shoes, dripping caps. Tennis is not for chokers.
MORAL: Welcome to sports entertainment. :)
Pure Not So Pinoy Big Fun
A lot of people are saying, it's Pinoy Big Brother, but why are there a lot of international contestants? Heck, the last two teen big placers were "teenternationals."
Ryan the funny Korean who's the main reason people watch Pinoy Big Brother won second place. While James the Australian heartthrob who did absolutely nothing inside the house won the main prize.
Really.
I have nothing against race, I mean, I'm the only one I know who's not complaining about the international contestants of Big Brother. Just because it's franchised here in the Philippines doesn't mean that foreigners or those without Filipino blood (but they can speak Bisaya and Tagalog!) cannot join the useless fun that PBB offers.
Well, I'm still not a big fan of Big Brother, I still think it's useless - shows the "reality" of how pathetic some people could be, doesn't prove how one could be "worthy" of staying inside the house, and doesn't really deserve the airtime it should. But because it's a contest and there's money involved, I rest my case.
I was able to watch this season because Sanny and Belle really like watching Ryan while my sister loves dissing Tricia. Bottomline, I don't know why the fudge James won. I prefer him over Ivan in the aesthetic level but no - James over Ryan? Gimme a break. I'll just put Pyramid on a loop and listen to Charice Pempengco belt out her lungs.
MORAL: Well, if you think more about it, half of what's shown in the television is "dumb" anyway. It's all for brainless entertainment. You give them your time, they make you smile, and they earn money for it (advertisements and those who work for the production team). Who loses? (Aside from our IQ points and sense of something else?) You won't read a book anyway.
Ryan the funny Korean who's the main reason people watch Pinoy Big Brother won second place. While James the Australian heartthrob who did absolutely nothing inside the house won the main prize.
Really.
I have nothing against race, I mean, I'm the only one I know who's not complaining about the international contestants of Big Brother. Just because it's franchised here in the Philippines doesn't mean that foreigners or those without Filipino blood (but they can speak Bisaya and Tagalog!) cannot join the useless fun that PBB offers.
Well, I'm still not a big fan of Big Brother, I still think it's useless - shows the "reality" of how pathetic some people could be, doesn't prove how one could be "worthy" of staying inside the house, and doesn't really deserve the airtime it should. But because it's a contest and there's money involved, I rest my case.
I was able to watch this season because Sanny and Belle really like watching Ryan while my sister loves dissing Tricia. Bottomline, I don't know why the fudge James won. I prefer him over Ivan in the aesthetic level but no - James over Ryan? Gimme a break. I'll just put Pyramid on a loop and listen to Charice Pempengco belt out her lungs.
MORAL: Well, if you think more about it, half of what's shown in the television is "dumb" anyway. It's all for brainless entertainment. You give them your time, they make you smile, and they earn money for it (advertisements and those who work for the production team). Who loses? (Aside from our IQ points and sense of something else?) You won't read a book anyway.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
The Rainbow's Colors
So Vanessa Carlton pulled an Anna Pacquin. Megan Fox and Lady Gaga said it before as well. (In case you have no idea what I'm typing here, just "bing" it. Fine, "google" it.)
And so what, half of the world now's bisexual anyway. Honestly, Anna Pacquin coming out like that was very strategic because she can have it both ways! Post-modern people and the LGBT community would hail her as a hero, while the conservatives would judge her first but won't send her to hell because she's engaged to a man anyway. Yes, Stephen Moyer, her costar whose name is like a counterpart to Stephanie Meyer. The vampires are playing a really cruel joke here.
My sister welcomed me home the day that news spread out, "Oh, yung favorite mo bisexual daw." Yes, she's my favorite female pianist who can sing.
My friend told me, "Kaya pala ganun ang songs niya..." He was obviously referring to White Houses and maybe even the video of Pretty Baby. Hmm...
(We're being exposed at this time and age. Even in media. What used to be so taboo's being shown worldwide now. They have infiltrated our tv series, there's an awesome lesbian doctor in Grey's Anatomy and now someone in Desperate Housewives slept with her housemate who happens to be an ex-stripper. And now I think she's being written off. NOOOO!!!!)
Back to the topic, honestly, it was an "oh really?" moment deserving an "ahh, okay" response from people. Why? I have already mentioned it above. Half of the world's bisexual anyway.
If Maria Shriekapova claimed she's really gay and/or she's an adroid, I would not be surprised either. If Aiza Seguerra gets a mother role, that would elicit a "Holy Shiitake!" from me. Or if Jejomar Binay says Mar Roxas is the real Vice-President of the Philippines, that would be a better shocker and a real epiphany or revelation for me.
MORAL: Life would be easier if you (can) just choose with either black or white. Yes it would be boring if we always have our ways easily. So what do we do? Confuse ourselves? Have more options? With the earth constantly rotating and revolving, nothing's as easy as black or white anymore. (Even 1 plus 1 is not always equal to 2 anymore! Ask your Philosophy and Management teachers for more information.) There are shades of grey (or gray - you even have more options for the spelling!) now, even periwinkle and all the colors of the rainbow, come to think of it.
My sister welcomed me home the day that news spread out, "Oh, yung favorite mo bisexual daw." Yes, she's my favorite female pianist who can sing.
My friend told me, "Kaya pala ganun ang songs niya..." He was obviously referring to White Houses and maybe even the video of Pretty Baby. Hmm...
(We're being exposed at this time and age. Even in media. What used to be so taboo's being shown worldwide now. They have infiltrated our tv series, there's an awesome lesbian doctor in Grey's Anatomy and now someone in Desperate Housewives slept with her housemate who happens to be an ex-stripper. And now I think she's being written off. NOOOO!!!!)
Back to the topic, honestly, it was an "oh really?" moment deserving an "ahh, okay" response from people. Why? I have already mentioned it above. Half of the world's bisexual anyway.
If Maria Shriekapova claimed she's really gay and/or she's an adroid, I would not be surprised either. If Aiza Seguerra gets a mother role, that would elicit a "Holy Shiitake!" from me. Or if Jejomar Binay says Mar Roxas is the real Vice-President of the Philippines, that would be a better shocker and a real epiphany or revelation for me.
MORAL: Life would be easier if you (can) just choose with either black or white. Yes it would be boring if we always have our ways easily. So what do we do? Confuse ourselves? Have more options? With the earth constantly rotating and revolving, nothing's as easy as black or white anymore. (Even 1 plus 1 is not always equal to 2 anymore! Ask your Philosophy and Management teachers for more information.) There are shades of grey (or gray - you even have more options for the spelling!) now, even periwinkle and all the colors of the rainbow, come to think of it.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
The Apple Made Eve Do It
Penny.
She came out into the world the 3rd time Lynette Scavo was pregnant. She's Tom and Lynette's 4th kid and the only girl in the family (aside from the mother duh). She ran away because her parents forgot about her birthday and they even got her name wrong for her cake, which flavor is just her second favorite. And all those confusion's because her mom was having another baby girl in her womb. She hates "that thing" inside her mom because she won't be the baby girl anymore.
Gabrielle.
She's a former supermodel who has 2 kids and is a very spoiled housewife. She gets almost everything she wants from her husband who (loves her and) earns a whole frigging lot. She misses the single life, being the boss in the house (her eldest child, Juanita, is now the brat), and just plain doing nothing at all. When her daughter Celia got the chicken pox, and she hasn't experienced it, she lived with her gay neighbors and was reminded of how exciting drinking and partying were - the life she used to live having no responsibilities in exchange of a life with her kids and family. She has a very different style of parenting. As her husband would say it, thanks to her negligence, their kids became independent and resourceful. Nice one, Carlos Solis.
Katherine.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
There Is No Need To Explain Beauty
Natalie, Natalie, Natalie. Portman in the house to make you smile.
In Marian Rivera's wise words or word or mouth instead: Bee-yoo-tee-fool!
MORAL: When you're feeling down and when you think the heavens have conspired to make your day terrible, look at these people. God sent them to make you smile. Or salivate.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Confirming Weird Wicked Wednesday
Note: All stories are true-to-the-core and no parts were made-up for whatever reasons. Also, this entry was written without consumption of any abused chemicals and formulations. Even soda. You know that soda is unhealthy but you always choose not to believe so.
I somehow forgot to add from last week's Weird Wicked Wednesday entry about my friend Pao's and my bus experience. Seriously, when I experienced it and then Pao told me his story, I can confirm that Wednesday is pretty wicked. We sat quietly on our rotating chairs and contemplated about life for 2 minutes.
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My bus story:
I was stuck in traffic, yes I have mentioned that. My 20-30 minute ride (inclusive of traffic) became worse. Three people (2 girls and 1 guy) got into the bus and sat in front. When the bus stopped just before EDSA and we're waiting for the green light, the guy who was wearing sunglasses and a cap suddenly went to the back end of the bus with his video camera. Weird and creepy suspicious dude. Then the two ladies turned to face the remaining unknowing passengers. One girl started by "Mga mommies..." and brought up a really kick-ass huge can of Lactum. Another was holding up a cardboard with flip-throughs showing different images related to kids, to the milk, and to learning. In case you got lost: Either they were auditioning for something or just promoting the brand, and after their spiel which the creepy guy recorded, they even took pictures and just sat down again. Like nothing happened. It was that moment when you thank God for earphones, music, and mp3 players. It was when passengers looking straight ahead for the road suddenly twisted their necks to see the left and rights of the bus.
I chose to ride a jeepney the next day and all the days after.
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Pao's story is short but definitely has a striking effect that lingers after you have heard it:
He was running late so he rode the first bus he got himself into. It was an "ordinary" bus meaning it doesn't have airconditioning. You have to endure the polluting, lung-threatening traffic and fumes of EDSA with open windows wishing every second that you get to your destination quick. So, their open-windowed bus was moving along EDSA when a truck carrying pigs to their death-tination came right beside them. I guess the sudden stopping and accelarating in EDSA scared the poor animals or there was a crack on the road, the pigs decided to jump or whatever, and then suddenly, the bus passengers near the windows screamed their lungs out. They also jumped to the other side cursing and bickering because brown stuff from the truck splashed into them. Pao had some on his pants and good thing he didn't stink or else we'll kill him.
What's that brown stuff? Go figure.
MORAL: The animals are back for revenge. They won't go down without a fight, striking when you really don't expect it. Life's definitely an adventure and commuting doubles your chances of experiencing a life-altering moment in your journey. Fun, fun.
I somehow forgot to add from last week's Weird Wicked Wednesday entry about my friend Pao's and my bus experience. Seriously, when I experienced it and then Pao told me his story, I can confirm that Wednesday is pretty wicked. We sat quietly on our rotating chairs and contemplated about life for 2 minutes.
~~~
My bus story:
I was stuck in traffic, yes I have mentioned that. My 20-30 minute ride (inclusive of traffic) became worse. Three people (2 girls and 1 guy) got into the bus and sat in front. When the bus stopped just before EDSA and we're waiting for the green light, the guy who was wearing sunglasses and a cap suddenly went to the back end of the bus with his video camera. Weird and creepy suspicious dude. Then the two ladies turned to face the remaining unknowing passengers. One girl started by "Mga mommies..." and brought up a really kick-ass huge can of Lactum. Another was holding up a cardboard with flip-throughs showing different images related to kids, to the milk, and to learning. In case you got lost: Either they were auditioning for something or just promoting the brand, and after their spiel which the creepy guy recorded, they even took pictures and just sat down again. Like nothing happened. It was that moment when you thank God for earphones, music, and mp3 players. It was when passengers looking straight ahead for the road suddenly twisted their necks to see the left and rights of the bus.
I chose to ride a jeepney the next day and all the days after.
~~~~
Pao's story is short but definitely has a striking effect that lingers after you have heard it:
He was running late so he rode the first bus he got himself into. It was an "ordinary" bus meaning it doesn't have airconditioning. You have to endure the polluting, lung-threatening traffic and fumes of EDSA with open windows wishing every second that you get to your destination quick. So, their open-windowed bus was moving along EDSA when a truck carrying pigs to their death-tination came right beside them. I guess the sudden stopping and accelarating in EDSA scared the poor animals or there was a crack on the road, the pigs decided to jump or whatever, and then suddenly, the bus passengers near the windows screamed their lungs out. They also jumped to the other side cursing and bickering because brown stuff from the truck splashed into them. Pao had some on his pants and good thing he didn't stink or else we'll kill him.
What's that brown stuff? Go figure.
MORAL: The animals are back for revenge. They won't go down without a fight, striking when you really don't expect it. Life's definitely an adventure and commuting doubles your chances of experiencing a life-altering moment in your journey. Fun, fun.
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