The Adventures of Twilly the Twat Trotter

Shudi girrrll...

2006-11-23T21:07:00.000+08:00

I'm sending myself off to blog camp. Since my last post, NOTHING seems to be sending messages from my brain to type away. Absolutely nothing.

I think I just might have found a tiny little peephole into the world of "contentment". Ooo...deeeeeppp.

Bah. I'm just...blank.

Why not?

2006-09-26T20:18:00.000+08:00

If we're all so unhappy about our political leaders, and we're constantly looking (sometimes even demanding) for "change" and "something new", then why the hell not?!

I don't know about you, but there's nothing more politically/sociologically-changing than this. :D

Ha. And they (our governmentS) say they've already "tried everything"...

Too bad the chances of that ever happening here in the third world is...pretty much slim-to-none. We're all prudes. We're even led by one. :P

Posh night for a lowly twat...

2006-09-24T23:06:00.001+08:00

I never thought I'd say this, but life is good...when and if you're important, loaded, and still have enough time to have a life. Although we'd like to pull out all our hair, knowing that there are people who have that kind of life out there...and we are just not one of them. :)

CTP, on the other hand, is one of those lucky ones. And unlike celebrities and most socialites, she's not hated by half of the world. She is actually loved.

Awww...go get your own Kleenex, I'm not sharing. *envy, then sniffle*

Her birthday bash last night was amazing, and so chi-chi that I had to recall all those etiquette lessons my mother persistently (and frustratingly) shoved on my puny little mind while I was growing up, in less than 30 seconds upon stepping out of the elevator of Ayala Life FGU Center (Cebu Business Park) to their roof deck.

Please excuse the crappy photos. We were all inebriated to the point of happily-skipping all over the place...literally. We were too drunk to care, and so was everybody else in the party. Even the waiters were suspiciously happy. Everyone was happy. CP has that effect on people. Or maybe it was just the really expensive free food and liquor? Hmm...

The Birthday Girl
Dots...
"Oh look! There's a ledge!"...stupidity slowly arises
"I wonder if my phone breaks if I drop it?"
"No stupid, it won't. You think Spiderman gets vertigo?"
"I don't think so coz he likes *slurrrr* takes Cryptonite vitamins or something and Cap 'n Crunch for breakfast to like get strong 'n shit"

"Look! SM! I need sneakers, but they all *burp* suck!"
(It's actually Ayala Centre.)

"Duddddeee, you think somebody might get hit if I pee here?"
--from a dumbass who should know better.

It amazes me how our mothers could still feel proud of us all...

All in all, it was one hell of a party. And to Miss CP, I wish you only the best in life, love and wea...stop, do you even still need anything?! ;)

Hell, on my last birthday, I had two cups of my usual at Starbucks, two packs of cigarettes, a burger, a small pack of M&M's and an SMS from my driver asking me if he could extend his vacation. Asswipe.

Newsfla...no, make that newZzz....SNORE

2006-09-22T15:12:00.000+08:00

On my last post, I said my access was back to crap-normal. Well...here's a a newspaper clip that I crumpled up, and nearly-spat on before deciding to scan, and publish it here.

I wonder if any of these girls actually are on Globe...Hello, they're texting. Hmmm...or maybe they're just playing Snake?

Probably the latter.

Apparently, it's not just their internet that's fucked. It's their entire communications network. Hip hip...? HURRAY!!!

*BOOOOOO!*

And the nerve of them calling me...and everyone else, over and over again asking for my late payment. Four fucking days overdue, you Globelines retards!

Errr...wait, I should just pay my bills. But the crappy (not to mention...rude) service is just not helping my good-client-need-to-pay-ontime mood.

The Twat is back and on Gloria Jeans takeout overload...

2006-09-19T17:01:00.000+08:00

I (finally!) now have my internet access back to crap-"normal". Not exactly hi-speed, but it's good enough for me. I'm no corporate exec who needs everything in my universe at lightning-speed, if not quicker. I'm a lowlife who just complains for cheap (since I'm too poor to get an upgrade or anything better) DSL and its crappy service. Boohoo. :-P

Besides, having crawling-speed internet does have its good points. While waiting for your page to load, you can use the waiting time for say, resting your eyes...to prevent blindness. You can have short breathing exercises...to improve oxygen intake. You can maybe go pee, drink a glass of water, or eat. Or whatever it is that we people who spend too much time on the internet than in the real world. Yep, that's a "we" right there.

A toast to all of us who can't afford hi-speed internet...but at least we're full, somewhat-healthy, okay-vision, and don't have UTI.

So earlier, I got a visit from two other very-unsatisfied Globelines account holders. :D BB and CC wanted to "hang" and pester me with all their internet woes. *Yakyakyakkityyak* Like I didn't have enough Globelines-issues to talk about. I even threw their free landline phone out the garage out of utter frustration. If that's not showing my love, I don't know what is. Besides, the phone was free (it comes with the line, I guess)...and crappy. If it were Bang & Olufsen, I would've hesitated (but would probably still do it).

I, on the other hand, just wanted to stuff my face with anything...err, edible. I thought I still had one of those edible soaps lying around somewhere. But apparently, I'm too much of a pig to save even that.

We carpooled (hello skyhigh gas prices, I can only wish you'd die) to Banilad Town Centre to have lunch, but parking was a bitch. It took us less than ten minutes to get to BTC, and more than half an hour to find a parking slot. At 12 noon, BTC is like this mid-sized college Quad. Half of which, are obnoxious UC-Banilad nursing students (not all of you, just...most) *teehee* running around BTC like they own the place. The other half of the BTC mid-day population are the oh-so-serious-but-rich-as-hell Class AAA (like the batteries?) mums out and about while the hubbies are working and the kids aren't wrecking their prized Lladros...just yet.

So, instead of testing how far our patience could go what with all these people screaming (seriously) all over, we just had our food to-go. We're big on take-out food. Nothing beats chomping goooood food inside the car squatting on your seat without worrying about etiquette. *chompchompchomp*

Partially-eaten Roastbeef Sandwich
I always seem to forget to take photos before raping my food.

Open Sesame!

Spaghetti Carbonara

And no, I did not touch this one before photographing. It just looks like that --already chewed up and barfed out, but it's actually pretty...okay. A little too "bland" (yo chef, what's with the bacon?!) for my taste, but "ok" nevertheless.

LOW-FAT Chocolate Cake!

I already had a sandwich and a mid-sized order of pasta...I had enough sense to "make it up" to my non-existent diet to save what's left of my nearly-Miss Piggy face. The cake is boring, but moist enough. You could see the remains of air bubbles all over...maybe because of the lack of butterfat (?), but surprisingly good.

Bah. Who cares about good old goooeey yummy fudge anyway?
I do. *sniffle*
Chocolate Macadamia Nut

This is actually CC's all-time favourite drink. And I now know why. It's so goooood, I want to hate it. It's one of those things that locks your brain from counting the calories after one fucking sip...and whine about the bloating later.

Molten Whipped Cream
This was taken less than TWO minutes after getting into the car. It's that hot out here in Cebu.
another minute later...
Frothe

BB's Double-Decker Sandwich

How to massacre a sandwich:

Gotta love how men deal with fancy-schmancy sandwiches...

This just might be you...

2006-09-17T16:43:00.000+08:00

I've been having the shittiest week ever. Ok, so not really that bad, but it was still pretty bad. How bad? I've been listening to endless streams of Asian pop...on surround sound. Not just on my iPod, to save face, so it's pretty bad.

I think I now just might know how to speak Korean, Japanese (?)...or is it Niponggo (bah)?...and Chinese --both Mandarin and Cantonese. :P I think I've even memorized a few lines in some of the songs...and sang them out loud. In public. Pfft...

Globelines is still fucked, so no photos for you all today. I do promise a shitload of photos in the upcoming weeks. And so does CC and BB. We've been bombarding the Globelines customer service people with our complaints, it's almost harrassment. Ha.

If all our efforts fail, we'll just have to take further actions...like cry in public. Bombing them would only make things worse. I already paid my access in full until the end of the fucking year, I better be getting the service I deserve...especially since paying bills is at the topmost of my list of things I'd rather hang myself than do.

I am sooo not in the right mind to write anything decent right now, and the mood's worse. I just logged in to Blogger to post this video a friend emailed.

This just might be YOUR story...

Watch it. Live it. Learn it.

As the famous Bryanboy would say, "Keep the faggotry alive!!!"...just be sure to be safe. ;)

A twat's version of "Fusion Cuisine"

2006-09-15T18:47:00.000+08:00

By some miracle, I have internet access. :-/ Some stuck-up customer service represantative told me they won't be able to fix it until Wednesday...which only makes me wonder if they're really having "technical difficulties" or they're just too hungover until Wednesday. Ahh..Filipino service at its finest.

...or they could probably just be testing my patience.

Things that make you go, "hmmmmmm..."

Bah. No worries, at least we all got to unwind and break free from blogging. I still haven't been bit by the blogging bug though. I'm neither enslaved...or enthusiastic still about blogging. But I have discovered its "therapeutic powers". I don't know if that's just a lot of bull, or if it's actually true...(probably the former), but hey, I'm still doing it. So it must be worth at least something.

...and I still don't know whether I should be happy about that or not. Puta...all these "whether"s are making my head hurt. My I.Q. is just too low for this...*stupid twat*

My best consolation is that I get to have acceptable-excuse for taking dumbass photos with my cameraphone of anything and everything random --some interesting, and the rest are just stupid. But you'll still read them. :D

So there...

BB and I planned on having lunch earlier at Ginza. For some reason, it's been our favourite Japanese restaurant in Cebu over the years. Although, we frequent Saisaki at SM more because of their less-than-$10-eat-all-you-can, and we're broke half of the time. :D But when the wallet permits it, we turn on our snob-button, and it's Ginza-swipe-abuse-all-the-way! Ha. Seriously though, Ginza's not that expensive. Well, it's no Nobu, if that's what you're thinking. But the food is good, that's all I know. When your stomach's already churning bile and you're seconds-close to fainting, believe me, you won't give a fuck about interior and ambience either!

Unfortunately, when we got there, the place was unusually packed. Probably some Hawaiian-shirt-conference, I don't know. I could only wish I had enough sense to take photos, because it was a such a colorful sight. Probably even more so than your local exotic-bird sanctuary. I have yet to work on my paparazzi skills. Soon, soon...

So we stayed at the parking lot, called to order, and waited for our Jap-to-go inside the car...for just a little over 15 minutes. Hey, that's pretty fast for cuisine-takeout. McDonald's Drive-thru here even make me wait for almost half an hour for ONE fucking Big Mac.

I just had two orders of ebi tempura and some deep-fried tofu. That's it. Three orders of deep-fried goodness and saturated fat. Mmm...

I forgot to take photos of the tofu though...but what difference does it make anyway? You all know what tofu looks like! :P

Ebi Tempura
Some fish entree thing that's really good, and some bean sprouts.
gotta love all that foil...klassy.
Beat that, Nobu! Haha!

A twat's version of FUSION CUIZZIINNEEE...

I forgot to order their famous Ginza-rice, what with my brilliant mindset and all, so I dropped by Chowking (a local Chinese-fastfood chain) instead and ordered Yang Chow rice to go with all that glorious Japanese foooood.
Not exactly Ginzalicious *sob*, but an okay alternative nevertheless...

What, I only had enough money left for commercial Chinese after ordering all that overpriced tofu!

Whew

2006-09-14T12:47:00.000+08:00

I just got done editing, re-editing, adding, deleting, all-in-all-tinkering with the new Blogger in Beta features. And in the words of Le Cheekydooda..."ahlaveit"!

After years of incompetent photo uploading services, Blogger has finally took notice of my backstabbing bitch fits, sold their souls to Disney to get some magic pixie dust to make their photo uploads sugar-coated wonderful. And I can now honestly say, I am satisfied. :D

Yes, I'm such a feeler. ;) I just loooovve pretending I'm important enough for Blogger to totally redo themselves just for me. :D

Wait, why am I even sassing about this when I'm using their services FOR FREE??

So I'm human...and a twat. :P

Piggyback ride

2006-09-12T22:50:00.000+08:00

I woke this morning thinking it was going to be another one of those boorrring days of just running errands. And it was. But...with a twist. ;) Ha.

I nearly had a car accident just taking this photo, so you better appreciate my efforts! :P

Ok, don't (appreciate the photo *teehee*). And don't take photos while driving. Texting, talking, eating, drinking, snorting coke, smoking weed, etc. is ok...just don't take photos. Because I didn't do any of those. So if ever you do, and get into a car accident, you can't blame me shit. ;)Or if you'll already be too dead to tell on me, and someone else tells your mother/father/grandparents/whatever...I don't want them blaming me for your sorry mishap. Besides, I'd rather deal with you in the flesh. You'll be either be too weak or too dead to fight back anyway. Mourning family members are such a pain to deal with. You, I might be able to smack, but not your grandmother. I'm not that big of a bitch! ;)

I swear, whoever invented cameraphones is a god to me. Had I used my real camera, I would've crashed...and there weren't even any other cars on the road. Just me and the pig hitching on a Multicab. With my amaaaazing driving skills, I could've actually gotten myself killed.

I risked my life to share this photo. The things people do for the sake of their blogs when there's nothing else better to write about in their pathetic lives...sigh.

Anybody up for a piggyback ride? ;)

Note to self: Print out this photo and carry it with you 24/7. Hopefully, it'll curb any kind of urge to eat...if you get hospitalized, it's ok. There's always dextrose. You'll live. And by the time you get out of the hospital, you'll be thin...enough. Ha!

9/11: The Philippine Connection

2006-09-10T22:59:00.000+08:00

Watch 9/11: The Philippine Connection.

It's on right now...on ABS-CBN. Or to you all, on TFC...if you have TFC.

You have to have TFC...how would your housekeepers maintain their sanity while you're all out to work and school??

Go ahead, watch it. It's not fun, but it's informative.

And be prepared to listen to more stories about how "bigtime" Filipinos really are. It's not just about Allan Pineda, that girl from the Pussycat Dolls, Batista, Rob Schneider, and Lou Diamond Phillips (huh? who??) anymore...now, it's about freakin' terrorists.

Sigh...

I'm too bored to make sense right now. Oh just watch the damn show. DO IT.

A twat's Saturday night = expensive doodie

2006-09-09T22:56:00.000+08:00

It's before midnight and I'm already home...on a Saturday night. And it's not to get dressed for some party, or a club...or any kind of activity to showcase that I have a life. I came home because I actually thought it was already 2 o'clock in the morning and it was time to end the night.

And now, I'm blogging.

Great. Pfft...didn't I just convince myself that my life is pretty good compared to the millions of dying children in oh, I don't know...Lahug? Then why am I being such a bitch about this??

So, in celebration of living in the third world, and be surrounded by severe depression everywhere (seriously, everywhere --parking lots and the "yamada kids", it's not even funny), CP and I decided to have dinner at The Tinder Box. We were broke as hell. Why we even thought of dining at such an overpriced restaurant...and why I was the one who suggested the place, is beyond me. Why am I home right now blogging instead of washing dishes? Because we have our mothers' supplementary gold cards. And yes, we are bad, bad children, we should both be ashamed of ourselves...go get your own life.

Besides, I don't spend much on anything else anyway. And eating out has been my biggest expense lately next to gourmet (by that I mean not of the instant variety that I want to get used to. Starbucks is considered "gourmet" for third-world standards) coffee and cigarettes, so it's all good.

We both had the lamb, as always. I think the kitchen people have already branded us as the "Lamb Twins" since that's all we've ever ordered for years. And we still like it every single time. Because they make it just as good as the last time. Oh come on, it's not like the usual adobo that you feel like puking out after the third serving in a week. It's prime meat babe, can't argue with that.

As you might have noticed (might??) in the photo, I've already started chomping on my dish before photographing, because I am a pig with poor table manners, and not much patience especially when you've waited for sooo long for your food to be served, so excuse me. I was sooo hungry, I'm still surprised I didn't gnaw on the plate!

Ooo...does this mean I actually have manners? Ahh...there is hope. ;)

We ate at their main dining area because we were dressed like hobos. Good luck wearing those Cavalli shorts and Prada slip-ons, they won't care. You're not getting in the private room. :P Besides, it was just the two of us having dinner on a Friday night, why would we bother getting into their oohlala room anyway? We're no high-profiler having a luxe dinner with the mistress. We don't need privacy. :D For the fucking bill we paid, we should've hooked up a megaphone on the roof of the car and screamed, "We just ate at Tinder Box!!!", for crying out loud.

Lesson learned for tonight: Eating/staying/lounging/etc. at any place that charges major $$$ (again, third-world) without your sponsors --i.e. parents, is not an entirely pleasant experience.

It is...until the bill comes, anyway.

No wonder all these annoying yappers at Bo's or Starbucks keep on dropping "high-class" establishment names an average of 6 times/minute. It is apparently a big deal. And I had to go through the (yes, painful) experience of having to actually look at the eye-popping bill just to be able to get it. I am telling you, it is harsh paying...with your own money! :)

Oh well...in the end, it really doesn't matter how much you pay (but only if you can really afford it). It's all about the dining experience (which is always great). You enjoy a good meal, and in turn, have some real expensive poop. Isn't life just beeeautifuulll? ;)

Hollywoodland

2006-09-08T20:36:00.000+08:00

I haven't been this excited about a movie since Ice Age 2. Errr...shut up.

As a kid, I've always adored George Reeves, even though the only time I've ever watched the man perform was on the Superman television series...on Betamax. :) I didn't know what became of him after that. But then again, we didn't have Perez Hilton then, did we? :) I didn't even know he had died long before I was even born. Ahh...those days wherein movie stars were just that. Movie stars. Come to think of it, I still thought he was alive and well up until this article from the New York Times!

I'm just as enthused about this movie as the rest of the fashionable lot is crazy about "The Devil Wears Prada". The reviews so far, has been positive. They even hinted on the probability of Afleck winning an Oscar. I could care less about awards, really. I just want to watch the damn movie.

Besides, any reason to see Ben Afleck get fat..ter to wear spandex and a cape. Daredevil had nothing on (literally) old Superman! Haha.

...and I've always been drawn to Adrian Brody for some reason since "The Pianist" thinspiration.

*giggle* I said "pianist". ;) Dude, I am such a retard! :)

Sic, sic twat...

Lusting for remote controls? Sheesh...

2006-09-07T19:08:00.001+08:00

Dream houses and cars, of course. Jewelry, yes. Shoes and wristwatches, maybe. Everything else you and I are currently lusting for are albeit "normal". But alas, I am a twat, and at the top of my material wish list as of two and a half hours ago are three remote controls that I just have to get.

My great lack of intelligence and even worse E.Q. compensates in a way by producing massive amounts of "brain chemicals" (duhhhh) that releases this crazy, spoiled, and hungry NEED to have the things that I...well, think I need.

All from HAANSPREE!! I lovvee Hannspree!! I actually cried when my dogs broke my HS 10" LCD TV. Which is why I'm only posting these remote controls. Aside of course from the fact that these are way cheaper than the TVs, and I can actually still afford them, despite my current financial crisis. :D

You think I should shell off $400 on another LCD TV? Because I'm seriously considering it. Christ, why was I not breastfed as a child?! Maybe if I were, I wouldn't be this materially neurotic.

Wait, I think I still would be.

NO MORE SLUMS exclamation point!

2006-09-06T19:56:00.001+08:00

What is Gawad Kalinga?

Gawad Kalinga (GK) , translated in English means “to give care,” and it is
an alternative solution to the blatant problem of poverty not just in the
Philippines but the world. Its approach is integrated, holistic and sustainable
– a concrete action plan to rebuild this nation by harnessing the best of the
Filipino – our faith and our patriotism.

The transformation is astounding. Slums are disappearing. Rich and poor,
Muslims and Christians, government and the private sector are building
communities together. The poor are re-discovering their dreams, and are being
empowered to build a better future for their families. The stories of how not
only the poor but also the donors have been transformed continue to grow.

Gawad Kalinga’s achievements are a reflection of the sharing among different
classes in society, and the partnership involving all sectors of society –
bridging the gaps that divide us as a people. We are also building International
Villages, showing that poverty can be addressed if rich and poor nations learn
to share resources to create a better world for all.

I usually don't care. And I'm not saying I already have. But I am working on it. I'm also not being hypocritical when I say that I truly care about this issue, and that I believe in this organization.

Nobody deserves to live in shanties, and give up education for livelihood way before even hitting puberty.

I still believe that the poor should work their way up, and not expect the world to save their asses and believe people with money with money should be obligated to give just because they're oh-so-poor. Because that's just stupid...and useless.

But if you have the means to just help them get started on getting a life...then it's worth it.

It's never about giving up your lifestyle and sign up to feed the dying HIV children in Africa and wear khaki shorts forever. It's not about giving up shopping for that overpriced designer item you've long saved up for. It's not about staying in on a borrriinngg Saturday night just because of them.

It's not about obligation, it's about choice. It's not so bad to give back. We already have too much junk anyway. How much shoes can you wear in a lifetime anyway, right? ;)

If a twat like me could care...how much more YOU?

Nike x Zadig & Voltaire and introducing "Sneaker Fever"

2006-09-04T19:50:00.000+08:00

Too-many sneaker talks...and blog posts, has resulted to one crazy (but serious) idea to make yet another blog.

Introducing: SNEAKER FEVER

Yeah, like really I don't have enough trouble maintaining just ONE blog...I'd have to work double-crap time researching for another one?!

And the geniuses who came up with the idea still haven't called to send in their contributions for the latest posts. So for now, it's just BB and I clamoring to find material for the new site. You really don't have much of a choice, so deal with it. Haha.

I have to admit though, the research part is actually quite fun. Check out my latest find. Aren't they just purrty? ;)

I really hope you guys could check it out and support the new blog. I've been steering away from my bed, my couch, and my remote just because of that. :) Oh well, at least I'm actually doing something. Because my reputation for my incompetence has exceeded all of my expectations and nobody would hire me for a real job. :(

Bah...who cares? I don't want to work for some stuck-up-feeling-all-corporate-bitch of a boss, or a pretentious jerk who feels he's all that anyway. I, who's sorely jobless, have more than his annual but-oooh-"corporate" salary. Pfft...Bitch, please.

What is with this current craze disease Filipino mentality that you just have to exert 1000% more effort in "building an image" and "looking superior/rich" than actual concentration on their JOBS? The jobs that actually fucking fuel their oh-so-precious lifestyle!

Sigh...anybody needs a housemaid? I honestly would rather be just that, than a fucking Med Rep who thinks she's all that. You know who you are.

Seriously, hire me! I'll wash the dishes, and sweep the floors. I now know how to do both. Just don't make me do your dirty laundry though...and cook. I can't do both even if my life depended on it.

Either that, or just support the site. :) DO IT!

Nike Free X-Girl

2006-09-04T16:21:00.000+08:00

Japanese company, Atmos and X-Girl has collaborated with Nike, and came up with 3 wild versions of Nike Free: Free, Free 5.0, and Free Trail 5.0.

I couldn't stand the other two, so I decided to post just these:

I'm not big on fashion, although I do appreciate it just as much as any other materialistic hag out there...but I don't know enough to know whether or not leopard prints and crazy bright colors are what's hot right now...or the world really is just bankrupt of creative ideas nowadays. :)

All I know is, these sneakers are so hilarious, and just...BUGLY, I just might actually BUY AND WEAR them! Haha.

A stroke of epiphany...

2006-09-03T14:27:00.000+08:00

After years and years of whining, I have come to realize that in a way, I am still lucky to be at the very least, alive. I'll spare you all the drama...but I just really need to let this out: I think I have started to realize how lucky I am still compared to most people, especially in a country unfortunate enough to be stricken by immense poverty.

I may not be as pretty, talented, skilled, well-adjusted, sane, and definitely not as rich as most people, but I am lucky to be me.

We all are.

I should be so grateful. And I think I'm slowly getting there. Not totally...yet, but getting there, nevertheless.

And it only had to take a cup of coffee and one cigarette to slap me with that realization.

Third-world sneakers

2006-09-02T01:13:00.000+08:00

Let me just say...

Whatever, and however you might feel about the Philippines, it doesn't really matter. ;)

I may not be one to go around the city (let alone the whole nation) and join protest rallies against...well, anything. And I may not be a Filipino that my country and people would be proud of --past, present, and probably the future, as well. In fact, I'm actually not a good citizen at all. I don't support the administration. I could care less about the opposition. I bitch about the system. I rant about the economy. I sass about the (modern) culture. I embrace the order of other nations, and I can never seem to run out of justifications to leave this country at least twice a year.

I am not a good Filipino...but damn it, I AM ONE.

So let me just scream to the world how ecstatic I am to have found out that two of my favorite things in the world, sneakers and the Philippine flag, have been hybridized:

The Nike Air Force One Philippines

Aren't they just purrty? :D Well, for Filipinos, dapat lang noh!

First it was Tim Yap's limited-edition wristwatch, now this. We should all be so happy Pinoys. :D

There's already too much Brazil and Jamaica in the market! After having all those OFWs scattered all over the globe, there's got to be at least ONE of you out there who's for ~~Nike~~, Puma, Adidas, etc... SPEAK UP TO YOUR BOSSES YOU BROWN NOSERS!

Stand up for the third world!

We all know that hardly anybody believes in Ninoy's "The Filipinos are worth dying for..." anymore, but come on people! Nobody's asking you to die for them...just push that flag to your bosses and hopefully let them see the potential! ;) You never know, if you actually get a nod, it could be the biggest break you've ever had. It'll be life-changing for you, and for all of us. And if it doesn't really work out and call you, "stupid", well...tough luck. Not my problem. ;) The fact that you actually took my advice, could probably mean you really are. :D

Seriously, the only reason why I'm pushing this so hard is because of the fact that these Air Force One's were released on July 2006, with only 500 pairs dropped worldwide. And retailed at only $245, the chances of me actually getting my hands on a pair is slim to none. So because I am frustrated as hell after hours of searching for a pair for sale online and got nothing, I am pushing you people to do your part to make a difference. To give our country a little bit of its pride back...and to give ME back my shallow and materialistic happiness for a day, or two. ;)

Trump's The Apprentice boardroom sidekick gets the boot...

2006-09-01T17:27:00.000+08:00

It's official, Carolyn Kephcher of The Apprentice has been fired. :-D

"She became a prima donna," a presumably close, unnamed "insider" told the
newspaper. "She was giving speeches for $25,000 and doing endorsements."

Way to go, advisor and business role model... ;) You just work for "The Donald" Carolyn, you're not exactly in his league already to be acting like that. Tsk... ;)

I've watched the show a few times before, and I always thought Kephcher seemed a bit arrogant...but I never thought she was that big of a bitch in real life.

Whatever, I'm at a plateau right now and my life is boring. Too boring actually, that I'm writing about someone nobody really gives a fuck about. Even I don't care, but see, I'm taking time to write about her. Ahhh...twat!!

Discovering the wonders of disk cleanup

2006-09-01T03:12:00.000+08:00

Around 8 o'clock last night, I decided to delete "a few" old photos and files in my computer, to make space for an upcoming project that would definitely be needing the services of my computer *groan*. Fastforward to right now, 3:14 AM on my clock, and I'm still not done. I manually scanned through all the folders in my local disk, and during the process slowly realized how much of a right-click whore I am. I have...or had sooo many saved photos from the net (all purely commercial) dating back to 2002.

Wait, does this mean I need to change my CPU as well, because it's already four years old? Awww...and I thought buying (just) a snazzy monitor would already make it a supercomputer, and I could still use it until Michael Jackson's nose falls off. Wait, that's like, next week...

192,718 KB deleted files for the photos alone. And I still have a shitload left in my disk, so I still feel kindda "dirrrty". Haha. I still have to sleep on it and think about which ones to delete forever, and the ones I think I might be able to use...say, in the next 20-30 years. With the exact same computer. :D

Gotta go get some shut-eye. I need to rest, and I plan to take off a layer of my curtains and use it to cover my computer so I wouldn't have to use it for the next few days. No wonder they said computers are bad for you...my eyes really are burning! I'm actually typing right now with my eyes closed. Believe it.

Puma RS 100 LE

2006-08-29T16:50:00.000+08:00

I've been lethargic all day since I woke up this morning, but super bright happy footwear always put a smile on my face for some reason. Ahh...maybe that's why everyone's been raving about color therapy. Things that make you go, hmmm... :)

I still feel crappy, so less talk, more pictionary. ;)

This style was first introduced in 1986 as a PUMA top of the line technical running product which featured R-System cushioning for ultimate motion control, reflective underlays, and a high quality leather and metal mesh upper execution. The LE version features unique color blocking, the original PUMA tongue tag and two different sets of shoelaces.

photo credits: crazyball, ThePumaNinja, and JoeyDee

I still don't know what it is with me and loud shoes. I can wear like all bland white or black from head to...ankle, and inject it with super loud footwear. Haha.

A disappointing "bang"...

2006-08-29T00:41:00.000+08:00

I know I said I'd be back with a bang...but oh well, I always disappoint. Always. So instead, I have *ugh* these...

On showbizzz...

Wall Street Journal reports that Paramount Pictures has recently just ended their 14-year relationship with Tom Cruise's production company. Why? How the hell should I know? I'm a nobody, and every being in this universe (aliens, included) knows him.

I'll pick out two outfits, one which is disgusting and one nice and I'll ask my
'friend' what they think. If they go for the revolting one, I cut them out of my
life. --Paris Hilton

Wow. Is life really that simple?

On the other side of the gene pool...

Nicky Hilton has previewed her Nicky O South Beach Hotel, complete with candy-pink cardboard proposals to the investors. You would think she could afford to actually hire some high school dropout to at least whip up a PowerPoint presentation. But no, she's special. And she's smart. And she's got skills. And she want to prove to the world that she's more than just...that (or simply normal).
Sigh...lesser evil, I guess.

US Weekly reports Britney Spears blatantly insulted Jessica Simpson after politely saying, "HELL NO!" when JS asked if she could kiss BS' bump.
Ahh...having a net-worth of a gazillion dollars really doesn't insure you class and finesse, does it? ;) All the Vuitton in the world won't make her look any less of the trailertrash she's (apparently) always been.

I lurve showbiz. ;) There's always something nasty to expect. ;) It helps make the world go round, the world go round, lalalala.

On Philippine economy...

Last Friday, there was a rollback on gas prices. 1-peso rollback on all fuel products. Great, does that mean we can now all forget the 8-peso price increase since January this year? I don't even want to talk anymore...Forget bragging about your car. We might as well just start bragging we can actually afford gas, period!

On Philippine politics...

You've read the paper, you've heard the news (over, and over again)...it still sucks. 'nuff said.

On updating blog posts...

I just want to enjoy my night and forget I lost the chargers to my phone and my camera. Not to mention that thing you plug in to your USB port to upload photos. But then again, the reason I even posted anything tonight was to forget that little detail.

*groan*

Nevertheless, I have more things to be happy about. At least I still have a cameraphone. And I have an unlimited supply of Yakult, soy milk and caramel puffs.

Here's Cebu for you all...

I really don't know about this last photo. Because I can. And I'm woozy...and unhappy.

Same old, same old...

Absent!

2006-08-25T22:39:00.000+08:00

I'll be offline until Wednesday, next week. Hopefully sooner...

But as BoomBoom said, I'll be back with a BANG baby! ;)

"National Holiday"?

2006-08-22T13:38:00.000+08:00

Before anything else, spare me any kind of nasty political blahs regarding this post. I'm bored...and pissed. Not a very good combination. Those two words can only result to one thing for sure: incessant rambling

Sometimes I never cease to amaze myself on how much of a dumbass I really am. I finally decided to get out of my own hellhole of a "house" yesterday, fully expecting to have a "good day". But ahhh...our little molerat-faced president has apparently declared it a National Holiday. Great. Just my luck...

I have no interest in politics in general, and I'm not siding with anybody in particular in our fucked up third world-system. All I know is, my mother is a taxpayer, I have a green passport, and since they said this is a "free country", I will sass and bitch when I want about whomever I want to...and right now, it's holymoleygloria. No reason in particular. I just don't like her. Simple. Besides, it doesn't take for me to be oh-so-caring-for-the-masses, or smart enough to understand the constitution to see that this country is not Jollibee-happy. And if the people aren't happy, they do bad things. Say, like, forget common decency, and in turn, affects me directly. Yes, it's all about meeeee....;) Hahaha.

For someone who doesn't work and go to school, I hate holidays. Traffic's always bad. Everyone's out. Everyone's enjoying. Everyone's happy...but me. Yes, I am a selfish twat! ;) Me, me, me, me...

So why is it a "National Holiday" again? Ninoy Aquino's death anniversary.

His famous line? "The Filipinos are worth dying for".

After having said that, he got assasinated. Coincidence, or conspiracy? Oooh...

I don't get that though...if Marcos was smart enough to have conned an entire nation to be under his rule for like, 20 years...how could he have made such a stupid decision and buried all that work by killing your sworn enemy? Nobody's that stupid. Hell, I can't even con the school security guard back in grade school into letting me sneak out of school, and everybody knew how much I hated him...but I was smart enough even then to know not to kill him. Because I would get blamed for it.

I wonder...WAS IT REALLY MARCOS WHO HAD AQUINO KILLED?

Year 2006: Are Filipinos still worth dying for?

Things that make you go, "hmmm..."

And all that rambling was caused by one disappointing trip to the local Starbucks *tee hee* due to unbearable traffic...both human and vehicular.

Needs vs. needs...huh??

2006-08-21T15:10:00.000+08:00

Remember my spoiledmaterialbitchfit on those Paul Smiths that I wanted? Apparently, the Mini Cooper's the only one sold out. The Triumph still has ONE item left. And just to add to my incredible predicament...I saw this on sale.

Paul Smith Mini Car Toiletry Case marked down from $115 to $90 --around PhP 4,600.

The drop isn't exactly massive, but hey, a discount is a discount. ;) And to be honest, as broke as I am, I'm still willing to shell out even three times the original price for this piece. Why, because I'm an idiot.

That's the thing though...after the Mini Cooper messenger got sold out, then they feature this? Unfortunately, even without the matching bag, I still want this...badly. To the point of categorizing it as a necessity, rather than branding it as "a reward" for all the stress I've been getting lately. And I don't even work! One can only imagine how far my mental deterioration will go when and if I actually find something productive to do with my life. Haha.

In short, I NEED THIS...and everything else that has jumped from my list of "wants" to my now-so-long list of priorities.

Amazing how easily we can decide on the most ridiculously shallow things...but ahh, we are afterall, only human. ;)

So now the dilemma is, which ones to eliminate to make space on my horrid list of priorities?

Ahh...cross out:

"NEW FRIDGE"? --there's always that big old Coleman trunk of an outdoor cooler.
what about "NEW MICROWAVE"? --I'll make do with my rusty old oven toaster. Afterall, I mainly just use it for popcorn.
and "REAL STOVE"? --my portable camping burner will do just fine for another year, or so...besides, I can't cook even if my life depended on it.

These are only three examples on my list. They're not so important, right? Well, they are under the "needs" box...but I already said that about the Paul Smith pouch. If I remember right, I even told CP that it's so important, it's more important than water...and enumerated all the things I could use it for. Half of which, I didn't even believe. And every single excuse, spontaneously made-up.

Come to think of it, if I eliminate all three items listed above, I could only afford two items in exchange --a pouch, and a pair of shoes that I also put under "PRIORITY A".

So it's: a new fridge, microwave, and stove vs. a pouch, and a pair of sneakers...

Sigh...decisions, decisions.

Wait, I think I could actually pull this off. I'll buy the pouch, and the sneakers, then just steal a fridge, a microwave oven, and a gas stove from my mother's house. Haha.

Pfffttt...

2006-08-20T21:35:00.000+08:00

Nothing to do, nowhere to go...

Not unless some Filipino-Chinese millionaire sets his mind on building some new talk-of-the-town, I refuse to go out.

I refuse to talk.

And I refuse to blog.

I seriously need to get with the program, and get myself a life other than driving around Cebu looking for a decent happyhoo, end up at some generic cafe only to find myself sass and bitch about random passersby...the innocent, and the totally deserving.

Oh yes, people do that. I do that. And you know you probably do too.

Somebody please give me a reason to get OUT...NOW!

...and of course, be back after a month, max. I just need to see Cebu in a fresher light.

Excited. Scared. Happy. Twat.

2006-08-19T21:11:00.000+08:00

I was having lunch earlier, and the rest of the household was watching a local game show, "Game Ka Na Ba?".

One of their trivia questions was:

What's the most sexually-active race/nation in the world?

Answer: SOUTH KOREANS/South Korea

First thought: Lee Dong-Wook

Fucking a...not again!!

That was 12 hours ago, and I still can't get it off my mind. And I still don't know whether or not I should be giddy knowing my fucked up obsession with Lee Dong-Wook is coming back...or already has. Probably the latter.

Gawd...and I've worked so hard!!! I haven't watched "My Girl" in weeks. I was doing soooo well already! Fuck local television. Never again, never again.

Second issue: I don't know whether or not I should be happy knowing he's apparently a horny goat. Well, he does come from a statistically-horny breed, so most probably...he is. Or I should be terrified since I've been so fucking frigid since God-knows-when.

So let's all sing...

Wong-Dook! The horny goat...the horniest goat you'll see...lalalalala

No, I just can't be scared. I should be grateful he's horny, shouldn't I? Hell, I should be clawing up the walls, I'm so happy (and crazy)! Damn, my hormones really are all over the place!

Half of Asia's already going gaga over the guy, I'm not going to be more retarded than I already am and not feel happy about that little factoid.

all photos from collage are from K-pop forums. What, it was for "research" purposes! (don't you dare snicker...)

Lusting for Hermes...sneakers!

2006-08-19T21:04:00.000+08:00

Yeah, yeah, everyone loves Hermes. Whoopdidoo...

Every woman should have either a Birkin, or a Kelly --preferably both (hooray for the tai tais!)...or at least a scarf (if unblessed with a kickass trustfund or a generous and tolerating husband) or a twilly *ahem...see? I am special! boink*! ;)

I would cut out my tongue and give up smoking for...a week ;) if the one who said that was a MAN. Only a woman would dare justify Hermes as essential to life as air and water. *grin*

I, personally, can live without any of the mentioned above. But lord would I kill --without remorse, for a pair of these babies...

Hermes White Leather "Loop" Boots $520

Hermes White Leather "Kick" Sneakers $552

photo credits: bluefly.com

They both retail for about US$600+...but well, it's Bluefly.

Roughly converted to PhP 30,000+. Damn, I need to make some money...fast!

I have a penchant for sneakers...because I waddle like a pregnant trannie when in heels. And like a dinosaur on PMS in 4-inch stilettos. Besides, my youth serum is drying up fast...I need to exploit it as much as I can before I wake up one morning realizing I'm already 30, and it's no longer cute. I'll have plenty of time to learn how to look human in heels by then.

These babies are just purrrfect. The white, the H-orange, the punched leather...as CC would say, ahlaveit!!

Merrelly merrelly merrelly...nougat shoes!

2006-08-18T22:25:00.000+08:00

I don't know what came over me yesterday. I went to my mother's house to stay for the weekend...because I didn't have shit in my own fridge, and I seriously needed food, clean sheets, fresh laundry and all the other basic comforts that one almost never gets once they start living on their own. Haha.

I ate, I read, watched a little television, and basically chillaxed the entire day...oh, and the deepest sleep I've had in a couple of years.

I woke up yesterday morning with this strange urge to...organize (?!). And I actually did. It's one thing to feel the need, it's totally a different story when I actually DO something about it. I'm quite famous for being a bum. ;)

But whatever...the important thing is I got to do something I've never done before. To work... all on my own *beams with pride like a 6-year old who just tied her first shoelace*. Haha. Seriously, no help whatsoever, no maids, nada. I think I was posessed or something. Haha.

I'm not really done yet, but give me a break, I have a lot of crap in my backroom. After years of hoarding (and never using), I've amassed a seriously dysfunctional collection of bric-a-bric. But hey, I found a few nifty things as well. Most, quite embarrassing to post. Ahihi.

I found a pair of slip-on sneakers that I don't ever recall buying. Maybe back in my heyday of swiping abuse? Probably. Especially since they're two sizes larger than mine. :P

But what surprised me the most was how ooooooooohhhhsooooocomfortable they are to wear. Seriously, it was like walking on...nougat! Wait, nougat?? Bahh...whatever. Rich, soft, velvettyyy...It was wonderful! Not exactly the prettiest shoes in the world...or my own shoerack, for that matter, but I could care less. It was looovvveely. ;) I've heard of this brand, Merrell, before. But I wasn't very familiar with the brand. Now, all I could even think of is buying a truckload of Merrell.

I went to Gloria Jeans Coffee at Banilad Town Centre for some coffee to go, wearing these babies. (shoutout to Miss LPE!! Lookie mi shoes!!) Because the moment I slipped them on, I couldn't take them off...eventhough they were slipping from my foot everytime I took a step because they were too big for me. Haha.

I was the new Bozo...sans the big red bow on my neck. Balding head, kinky blue hair, big red nose and ear-to-ear smile, I already have. :P

As the day progressed, I got less and less excited and motivated. Especially after seeing all the mess I've made around mid-afternoon. I'm such a dork. I initially intended to organize, and not the other way around. Tsk!

Oh well, I better hit the sack so I can finish my dirty deeds (literally) early tomorrow morning. Because I don't want people in this household to find out I'm actually worthless once they find my backroom in total disarray. Wait, they already know that. Well, I just want to surprise them, and be praised later on, and milk the new-found attention for all its worth. ;)

Yaya!! Bacon...thank you!

Twat in designer rainboots?

2006-08-16T03:16:00.000+08:00

3:27AM, and I'm still wide awake...I've been rolling, twisting, turning (hell, I might as well have been ballroom dancing!) around in bed since 11PM earlier (technically, last night), and nothing worked. All my dogs were already fast asleep, and I kept on shoving them so they'd wake up...so I wouldn't feel jealous. Yes, I am mean. But it was like they were taunting me!!

There I was, trying seriously hard to doze off--even to the point of counting imaginary sheep (seriously), and they SNORE within barely two minutes after climbing up in MY bed? Ok, just one dog snores. The prettiest of the lot. If she were human, she'd be disappointing men from all over. Pretty to look at, lovely to hold, hell to sleep (literally, of course) with. ;)

So I've been losing sleep for the last three days already because of the silliest things. But ahh...I forget, I am a twat. ;)

You all know it's rainy season here. Within a month, two major storms struck, killing a handful of people, and destroying millions worth of properties, and agriculture. But the worst thing that happened, was one of my favorite pairs of shoes got molested by a nasty nasty puddle of goo.

Which in turn, have made me decide that I need some serious rain gear people...

Burberry Rainboots in Classic Check, $145 and Novacheck, $130

I'd go for the Classic, between these two checks. The Novacheck looks...wrong, for some reason. Maybe because there's a gagillion counterfeit Burberry out there. You could easily find something exactly like this at the nightmarket in Jordan, Hong Kong for definitely less than USD130!! Haha.

Burberry Tall Rain Boot $165

Now these, I like. They're simple, and unpretentious, and in short...hypocritical and scared to show their true narcissism. ;)But, I'm actually considering these loud wellies. I'm predicting a dreary disposition for the rest of the year, so I would probably need major doses of attention.

And these would be enough to get those confused stares *complete with perfectly-"O" mouths, for full effect* from traditional Chinese businessmen, raised eyebrows from their matronly wives, snickers from their junkie offsprings at Waterfront Lahug anytime. And these are the perfect "Look at me! Look at me!" footwear on those sad days...

*it's ok, I guess. Those Korean and Japanese tourists would understand me*

Emilio Pucci Rainboots

For $150...PhP 7,700, it's not bad. It's already cheap...er, compared to most things nowadays. Besides, they're Pucci. Mums always love Pucci. When my mother sees that name on my credit card bills, it'll all be justified in her eyes. Of course, I wouldn't want to show her how ridiculous the purchased item really is. ;)

And even if I have to pay for it on my own, I still would. The expected gawks and stares would be priceless! Haha. DING DING DING DING!!!! ATTENTION-WHORE ALERT!

There. Now all I have to do is tend to my real problems...

Wait, the search for the right pair of rainboots is a serious issue! Imagine life without them! Everybody's been under the rain...except maybe serious pluviophobics, but that's besides the point.

Point of the matter is: if you don't have proper rain gear, you end up well...wet. And once wet, it'll take you a longer time to dry. Your body temperature goes all berserk, and then follows your entire system. And then you get sick. And once you get sick, you then die. Oh yeah, I only talked about rainBOOTS earlier...

STILL, they're important. If you don't have proper rainboots, you step into a puddle. You think, "f$@!*%!!!!...*sigh* Oh well, it's just water". But how sure are you it was "just water"? Nooo...You never know what's the in that puddle. The water seeps into your shoes, to your socks, eventually absorbed by your skin. Millions of bacteria lurking (that Lysol ad really did it for me)...creeping into your dermis...to your bloodstream. They start breeding inside you, and you get sick...a week after, you wake up with only your crotch left. They've already eaten up all of your limbs from the inside!!! You faint at the site of your own blood, so you couldn't call for help. Even if you do, you can't run (hello, no legs and arms to even crawl with) All too late...and then you die. See? It is serious!

Government Warning: This post is a clear representation of what might happen to you, should you choose to live an unhealthy lifestyle. You will soon end up in an asylum, and eventual death.

Personal advice: Don't blog when temporarily insane from lack of sleep.

Neeeeed...sleepingggg...pillssss...

Puma Pelé Brasil

2006-08-15T14:01:00.000+08:00

"I was born for soccer, just as Beethoven was born for music."

-Edson Arantes do Nascimento

more famously known as Pelé

A veteran of four World Cups, scorer of a whopping 1,283 first-class goals -- 12 of them in the World Cup final tournaments. Pelé is the only player in the world to have played in four World Cups and brought home the trophy three times. He is the legend and this was his off-the-field shoe...and now, I went them.

Hoping that if I wear them, I'd be like Li'l BowWow in that crap movie (a few years ago) of his with the Michael Jordan sneakers and he magically gets Jordan's skills after wearing them. I didn't bother to watch the movie. I saw the preview on Star Movies, and they pretty much told the whole story. The message was clear: "This is a crap movie. Don't bother.".

I never really cared much about video and audio piracy before, but damn...when Pelé did that commercial against piracy, I am now an advocate. I admit to have bought a few pirated videos before. And hell, of course I download illegally. What's the point of paying a monthly premium on high-speed internet? YOU KNOW YOU DO TOO! Haha. But I really am seriously considering going legit. Fucking commercials...why couldn't they have taken someone less credible to advocate against piracy like George W. Bush? I never imagined I'd say this, but I wish it was Paris Hilton or Lindsay Lohan or someone as equally unbelievable and ludicrous, so I wouldn't have to feel guilty everytime I download episodes I've missed on CSI:. :(

Nevermind that he's old, and not exactly someone with a face you'd like your kids to inherit, but that man is a genius.

He played football to a samba beat. Beautiful skills, astonishing speed and ball control - and of all those great players in those yellow and green shirts (don't forget those 70's shortyshorts!), Pelé was the greatest of them all. Ronaldo was shit compared to him. And with that said, I shall stop before sounding like a complete fanatic. Which I am, but won't admit to. Because I, Twilly the Twat, am a hypocrite and full of bull. ;)

Now, don't be mislead. I'm not good at football...at all. Come to think of it, I'm not good at any sport for that matter. Not even friggin' pingpong. :P Although that Forrest Gump movie sure made an impact on me then...and no matter how much I rewind again and again listening to the "just watch the ball..." scene, I never quite improved. Haha.

Alas, I am useless, and only good at citing things that I want want want and not actually do something about it. :)

Enough talk!!!

Puma Pelé Brasil Athletic Shoe

These particular ones retail for $64.95 (PhP 3,000+) at Nordstrom.com (tax exlusive). There other shades (of mainly green and yellow --which is disappointing, but unsurprising) and designs availabe under Pelé's name for Puma that ranges from basically $60-$90 (PhP 3,000-5,000) --tax exclusive, of course. But Blogger hates me, and I'm having issues with their photo uploading process.

I'm buying...when given the chance to find one in person. Risky buying shoes online. I have weird feet. I need to fit them first. Besides, I like S.A.s kneeling infront of me to fit my shoes. Haha. *eviilllll*

Support Pelé. Support a millionaire, and a multi-million-dollar company like Puma as well to make even more millions out of us. Because we are weak creatures, and we cave in to all their shit. Buy now! Do it. Damn this retail business...damn you!!!

FACT: Lysol kills germs...and then some

2006-08-14T23:10:00.000+08:00

Have you guys seen the new Lysol commercial?

(The following transcript is not accurate...but close enough. C'mon, I don't go around memorizing commercial lines! I have a life, excuse me. I have better things to do with my time, thank you very much. Like count my hair, and run around the dining room in my underwear screaming, "bacon! bacon!"--ok, forget I just said that.)

*boom*

FACT: Your cutting board has more bacteria than your toilet seat!

(assorted fruits on top of a toilet seat)

*boom*

FACT: Your baby's high-chair has more bacteria than your floor!

(a used vaccum bag --dirt, and all atop a baby's highchair-tray)

*roar*

Lysol kills 99.9% of bacteria!!!

woman sprays Lysol all over the baby's food tray...

baby eats food with a toothless smile (for full effect)

bottle of Lysol concentrate...

a pail of water, and a mophead...

woman (in heels) mops the floor

Ahhh...the power of advertising.

This is why OCD has been all the rage for the past five years.

Hypochondria is the new black.

Pharmaceuticals are getting richer...shrinks are getting richer...while the rest of us gets thousands and thousands poorer by the session. ;)

"majoring in psychology to help others", my ass...99.9% of these psych students know there's too many cuckkoooooos in this world to decrease the demand for shrinks for the next billion years. Yours truly, included. *wink wink*

So does this mean we should all buy Lysol forver, every 13 minutes? Does this mean my 9-bottle stock is not enough for just tomorrow?

Does this mean I should start having my edibles cut atop the toilet seat now, and eat them on the floor? This is serious! It'll be much more sanitary...Lysol said so!!!

Ok, that's just plain stupid. Of course I won't do that. I'll soak all my things in Lysol instead, and then use them. So just incase I don't get to update this blog tomorrow, it probably means I've already died from chronic intoxication due to Lysol overdose. Suddenly, ptomaine poisoning doesn't sound so bad now, does it?

And if ever that really does happen...sue Lysol's ass for a gagillion dollars, get me a pretty casket, and get Jessica Simpson, Paris Hilton, and Lindsay Lohan to serve cookies at the wake...and later on, let them entertain my guests by playing "Battle of the Brains". Be sure to tape it, and FedEx them to me in heaven...If you do that, I'll put in a good word for you with St. Peter. ;) We tight, man... ;)

Paul Smith messenger bags

2006-08-14T15:04:00.000+08:00

I seriously want these two. I don't know why, but I just want them...badly. I've always loved Paul Smith. His designs just make me smile...and I rarely do. So major brownie points for just that.

Paul Smith Mini Cooper MessengerPaul Smith Triumph Messenger

I love "the look". It's sooo...alive(?). Kindda reminds me of pop art. Although I don't exactly consider myself a hardcore, surround-my-self-with-color FAN of the genre, it really makes me cheery deep deep down.

And being the insufferable (even I get annoyed with all the shit I lug around on a daily basis) packrat that I am, it really serves me well on the function department. I read the dimensions, and it can even fit a helmet! And so ridiculously cheap--at $450 each, it's impossible for me not to throw my much-needed-to-be-saved money on a couple.

Ok, it's not cheap.

Damn, now I feel guilty.

Wait, I shouldn't...I need a treat. I deserve a treat.

Surrreeee...keep telling youself that, you twat!

But alas, being the loser that I am, I missed out again on the sale. They were only available on eluxury.com, and they're all sold-out. Fuck. Now I have to go probe friggin' eBay with crossed fingers hoping to find one for grabs. I hate searching. It's too tedious for a bludger like me...wait, I have to change that. My laziness has caused me way too much discomfort already. Hello, that's reason why I wasn't able to buy the damn bags in the first place...*groan* Remember the Paul Smith sneakers? :-(

You'd know you're a materialistic hag, when you lose sleep over a pair of fucking sneakers...and now, bags.

Sigh..

Edit: The Trimph one is actually still available, but I don't want just one. I want them both. Together. (spoiled, unreasonable bitch)

Philippine Idol...ayayay!

2006-08-13T14:05:00.000+08:00

I just finished speedviewing all the parts of the Visayas Audtions for Philippine Idol. Haha. It was hilarious!

A friend thought I might find it funny...*snort* I did. But it made me more confused, rather than amused. ;)

What were these people thinking??!!

Tsk...the road to much-coveted stardom really IS hard. :) Especially noting that thousands of people line up for these audtions even when they just know they barely have skills, much less talent. But what's worse, is when they actually believe they do have talent...and they're the only ones who can see it. No kidding.

Man the lines were longgg. All kinds of people, from all walks of life, from all over. There were normal-looking people, but mostly weirdos, trannies, junkie-looking, hoochie-esque (haha), etc. Some even good-looking...

But I must say, there were a couple of "okay"s. There was a bald guy from Tanjay. Haha. I didn't know that place packed talent. A certified (?) doctor/medical something even auditioned. Why he was auditioning, I have no idea. I'm going to go around town later and check every hospital looking for this Dr. Libres guy and ask him why. Haha.

Man, television...wonderful medium. The effect can go anywhere from wonderful to just plain insane. And whew...reality TV is phenomenal. All these little quirks and "surprises". Bottom line is: EVERYBODY JUST WANTS TO BE FUCKING FAMOUS!!! :) Nothing wrong with that. We all want to be special. ;)

All in all, "the show" was fun. But it also brought back unpleasant "extra" memories... :)

I remember going to Starbucks SM sometime last year to "just chill", thinking it'd be empty, since it was around noon on a weekday...only to find out they were holding audtions for some local talent search reality show, "Star"-something. Then there was Pinoy Big Brother.

Watching PI, I saw a lot of familiar faces --by that, I mean the same people who ruined my oh-so-rare days of relaxation then at Starbucks...on both times. PBB and Star-something. I even saw the exact same faces who rudely slipped my bag off on to the fucking floor to get the extra chair by my table so she could sit!!! Whoever you are, if you're reading this (if I'm lucky enough), you seriously need to work on your manners girl...where were you even raised??

It's not like I wasn't sitting there, in her face. And my bag wasn't exactly some tiny thing she couldn't see. Hell, I know don't own the place, but damn even a monkey would know how to politely say, "excuse me, may I..."!!!

At least I was a paying customer, which is more than I could say for her and her group of supahstahsss. She didn't get into PI. *snicker* (evil) I just hope she's no longer being such a bitch of a Diva...knowing she hasn't done a damn thing in the business.

I swear...people nowadays...tsk tsk tsk!

2006, and the media still on a roll to villify the rich (in general) for "maltreating" the oh-so-poor (unless some whale donates a hefty sum to their "org for a cause")? Woe is you.

Respect begets respect people. You all know that. It's not about who's who, or who's got more money. It's about respecting each other (BOTH parties). But unfortunately, and I seriously can't help myself but say this: nowadays, it's actually those who are barely-earning who starts the trouble.

Enough said. That's a whole different post...

I actually avoided SM for an entire month after that, for fear of another monster audition. I had my driver get my coffee to go. Everybody loves him now. When I went back, the nicest Starbucks manager in the world, Jen Ting (I miss you, come back!), had already resigned, and there were new faces to scrutinize and demand the "right mix" from. Boohoo...nobody likes me. Nobody cares. :)

Major guilt trip on a supposedly nice day...

2006-08-12T00:17:00.000+08:00

How the hell am I supposed to find happiness in shallowness when I live in this G-damned country?! HOW people, how??

I was actually looking forward to a day of peace and quiet...and yes, a bit of luxury at Shangri-la Mactan earlier. CP and I wanted to check out this new Italian place called Acqua. Finally, something that doesn't sound too predictable.

Left the house and waved to my favorite security guard...Orly.

So far, I've only heard reviews from family and friends --they all went to the opening. Damn snobs didn't even invite me. Surprise, surprise. Haha. I guess it was a trailertrash-free soiree. No wait, I actually heard there were more "unnecessary" (yes, that's what they said!) folks present than well, important. Loads of serious posers and douchebags. Again, surprise, surprise. Tsk...

Shhh...don't tell anybody, they might think I'm actually not a nice person afterall... ;)

But anyway, they were all mainly raving about the interiors, not much on the food. Which is actually a good thing, because I no longer trust 2nd, 3rd, and 4th-hand raving on cuisine, especially within Metro Cebu where there seems to be a great abundance of posers wherever I go lately. Don't get me wrong, the last time I actually took cuisine suggestions, I nearly passed out of hunger. Because I got to the (another Italian) restaurant late, already starved to death (which was why I decided to eat out)...ordered the suggested entree, only to find out it was smeared in blue cheese. It had some fancy schmancy name in Italian. And well, since I'm not that pretentious to claim I know Italian, and I understand every single fucking order on the menu, I ended up just looking at it, and ordered something else. A good ol' reliable kickass plate of meatball spaghetti. Not even a fancier pasta. Just straight noodles with tomato and meat sauce. Great, another 20 minutes of waiting. My bread basket have been empty 2 minutes after taking a seat. Made an additional order of sausages and cake, and gellato. And that was it.

Knock knock! Back to the issue you twat!!!

Damn...I'm supposed to write about Acqua. Well, obviously, we didn't go to the opening, and we didn't go today. Before the supposed trip to Mactan, we dropped by SM first to get some paper. Yeah, paper. You remember paper? Primitive version of computers, PDAs, and cellphones? :) And yes, my life is sooo exciting, I could just die.

CP wanted to have his car tires checked at Nap-M Hi-Tec --gotta love this place, I wasn't able to take photos of the shop itself, due to a barely-working digital camera, but will chuck the old one, buy a new one, take photos, and post them here soon.

I just have this...

And this...

I seriously hesitated on taking this photo. That little girl kept on staring at me all the time I was there. I couldn't make a move. I didn't want to offend her or anything like that, and just when CP started the engine and go on our way, I took it. I just had to. It was so perfect. The kiss, the timing, the position of my usually-dysfunctional camera...everything.

I couldn't help but feel guilty all of a sudden. Nothing seemed important anymore.

I really don't want to start on how fucked up this country's system is. From the administration, to taxes, to education, public welfare, and HEALTHCARE! It's too pitiful, it's actually sic.

I'm not at all worried if the government starts banging (no, they don't know how to knock...seriously) on my front door, they don't have the guts anyway. Well...guts, maybe. Resources to find out who's bitching about them? Doubt it. That's how third-world we are! Haha. I just don't want to start on the issue, because I just might not be able to stop. And I just might run for President. And that is the LAST thing I'd ever want to be. Sure, I'd love to see this country grow and help the masses, yadiyadiyadah...but I'm already too corrupted for that. ;) I'm afraid I just might make things worse.

Besides, I don't care much for politics. I just don't want to feel guilty everytime I get one of those (extremely) rare chances of actually having a good day!

We ended up eating Jollibee inside the car at the parking lot of Makro...CP's treat.

This is CP's version of "Drive-thru"...more like just a "Park 'n Wait". Service deluxe, indeed. Gotta love the Philippines, still. ;)

Another favourite guard of mine...

On a serious note though, to all my friends...Don't stop shopping, don't stop clubbing, don't stop partying, don't stop screwing around (if it really makes you happy)...just don't forget how lucky you are, how lucky we all are, compared to most people, regardless of how fucked up our existing lives seem/are. There really are a lot of others out there who are experiencing worse. Queen Rania of Jordan was right, "give a girl an education, and you give her a future".

I'm not saying you channel your inner Mother Teresa...or Princess Di (although I know you'd just love to, CC). Just do/give what you can. I don't even go to all these charities. I just give back, to the right people, of course. God knows the Philippines is too economically-challenged nowadays, even the people running the chariy orgs are stealing from their own foundations!!

Tsk tsk tsk...

Toywatch

2006-08-10T03:56:00.000+08:00

I have a thing for wristwatches...not because theyr'e important --especially nowadays, wherein the whole world seems to be chasing after old Father Time non-stop (and can't even catch up to the old man), but because they're pretty.

Seriously though, I like, and not like knowing the time...it doesn't make sense, and yet it does. Ahhh...but since I am a twat, so you should all understand. :)

I love wristwatches/watches/clocks. I don't particularly like the creepy ones (ok, maybe some), but I like them in general. Unfortunately, I don't have an extensive...not even decent collection to show off. Damn my pride on parental support!!!

I could talk or write non-stop about my (sic) love (or obsession, whichever sounds better) for watches, but I didn't want to call my blog some stupid name like "Watchgirl". Yeah, surrre...like "Twilly the Twat Trotter" is actually classy and sophisticated...and not stupid. Tsk tsk tsk...

A friend of mine emailed me a month ago about Toywatch...

Photo credits: NeimanMarcus.com

"Made in Italy with a stainless-steel bezel, mother-of-pearl faces, Citizen movement, and a hefty-but-lightweight clear-acrylic band which can make you look like you're only wearing the face - not a whole watch!..." they even have it in chronograph...wow, I'm so surprised.

Apparently, it's big in Europe, and now the US --so what else is new? ;)

I honestly wasn't really taken by the whole "new look" of it at first. Didn't the Casio Baby-G phenomenonal trend take an ugly crash in the end? But I guess all trends do...so what makes this so different, right? :) But this thing really has been starting to grow on me lately. The fact that I'm actually taking my precious (?!) time to blog about it now, says a lot about my interest.

--that, or I just can't think of anything better to do, much less write about.*teehee*

Bah...for a reasonable (not to mention RARE, nowadays) price range of $150 to $300, I think it's worth a try. C'mon, it's a much-talked-about watch, featured in all of those glitzy magazines and posh websites, for only $150 (of course I'm buying the cheapest one!) --roughly around PhP 7,000+ (currency converter not working right now)...I AM SOLD!

Nevermind style, trend, cult-status, and all that jazz..I'm buying this damn thing because it's the cheapest "in" thing I've seen in long long longggggg time!!! Fuck freetrade and the modern commerce, I want cheap gas and good quality things for less than the usual cha ching $$$1,000+ range!!! I currently live in the third world, wherein that's converted to roughly around PhP 51,000 --which is more than the average blue-collared Pedro's annual income! You guys noticed how nothing decent is ever under less than a thousand bucks nowadays? Think: designer handbags...CC, you bitch...dragging me into your frolicky world of frills and froufrou Chanel! I'm starting to get hooked...and it's not even funny. :-P

I have lost my touch!!!

2006-08-09T00:41:00.000+08:00

What is wrong with me??!!

Ahhh...but if I knew the answer to that, or anybody else for that matter, we all wouldn't be the forever-confused, overly-depressed dumbasses that we are, now would we? ;)

Some are blessed with great personality, and a charmed life...as for the rest of us, we make up for our loss with imagination, pretention, lies...and in the end, regret. Ahihi.

Seriously, I think I just might have lost my touch. Puta...that Negros trip has sooo made me into a softie. I am sure of it now. The minute I got back, everything seemed different. I've become...relaxed. Too relaxed, even. And I am just not comfortable with that. Yes, I know, I'm crazy. Why wouldn't I like being relaxed, as opposed to my usual always-haggard and screaming look, right? Stupid Twat...tsk tsk tsk!

I should just edit the caption above and change "The adventures..." to just *phtoooooooot....*, *pffffttt...*, or just a quick whistle...

I just hope this'll all come to pass. I don't like being this...this...blank. I'm used to being physically still...I wouldn't have it any other way, actually. But my mind is completely...dry. Ok, maybe not totally empty. Damn, I never thought I'd actually say this, but Jessica Simpson and Paris Hilton really makes me feel sooo good about myself. :)

See, you just know something's wrong with you when you start comparing yourself to celebrities you usually don't give a fuck about...or worse, you find yourself actually caring about them.

*groan..*

Paul Smith sneaker regrets

2006-08-08T02:55:00.000+08:00

As jaded, depressed, bitchy...er, cynical, and all out confused, as I have become...

Deep inside, I'm still that selfish, borderline obsessive, over-zealous materialistic bitch of yore. I become happy at the sight...and more importantly, the feel, of a certain object of desire, knowing that I just may (...or may not, which happens more so than the former) actually acquire it. Oh come on...don't you? ;)

But I've been putting aside my materialism for approximately two-three years now, due to certain...well, uncomfortable changes in my life. After years of insisting (which started when I was around 8 years old, as i recall), I finally got my "independence"...but that's WHOLE different post. I don't even want to start griping on that issue.

The real issue here was just caused by an accidental channeling of my spoiledlittlegirl mode earlier today.

I found out that the pair of Paul Smiths I've been wanting for sooo long, have already been sold out...guess when? For sooo long! Haha. I don't have a choice but laugh, sorry. I'd like to say, "it's not even funny", but what else is there to do?

Paul Smith Wilson Embroidered Sneaker

Photo credit: eluxury.com

Nothing...rigghhhhttt...

To be honest, yes, I did love that pair. I still do. But the fact that I forgot all about it for almost a year says a lot about my dedication to it...then. :)

But I got pissed, because when I actually did remember them, I got all excited and shit. I searched online only to find out that they've been old news since the last time I paid my waxer a visit.*ok...oversharing*

I found their "latest collection" and saw these instead...

Paul Smith Cross between Larry the Cable Guy and Carson Kressley of Queer Eye

Click on photo to go to source...

Oh come on! It doesn't take a faggot or a stylist or some "Fashion God" to know which one's prettier! I'm no expert, but isn't a "new" collection supposed to be better than the previous one? Isn't that the reason why we're no longer as hairy, and are more vocally coherent than our grandparents...I mean...ancestors, the apes? Has Charles Darwin taught us anything??

--And yes, there is a great possibility that I just may be turning to a faggot for buying from the Paul Smith MEN's collection for the past three years. :) What...They have great stuff!! :-P

As shallow as this may seem to you all, but I really was...still am, really...crushed. I mean, I didn't even hesitate to buy online for that Wilson pair. And I am NOT a fan of sharing personal...especially credit information online. Hell, I even have a hard time doing that in real life, how much more to a virtual shop???

Home...

2006-08-07T03:38:00.000+08:00

Back in Cebu...

As horrid as that trip was, it was a bit...life-changing. I have finally decided that I need to get my shit together with this whole independence thing...

I need to find a job, find good money, save up enough money, and buy a 3-bedroom house two weeks from now.

Ok, make that three weeks...a MONTH, even. I have to be realisitc.

Haha.

Horrid, horrid trip...

Jessica Soho + Jackie Chan Java

2006-08-05T21:48:00.000+08:00

I was just watching a local public affairs show earlier..."Kapuso Mo, Jessica Soho". Among all of those news reporters/broadcasters/TV journalists/whateveryoucall'ems, I really like her the best. I'm not going to say anything embellished like "she's a great journalist", or "she has depth and sincerity and dedication to her work"...she has a Peabody award (among other a gazillion journalism awards)...yeah yeah, sure sure...I'm not saying she doesn't have that. She does. Exclamation point.

But what I REALLY like the best about her is the fact that she is FAT --obese, even. (Hola sistah!)

And after all the exposure she's had through the years (apparently she's been on TV before I was even born)...and after all that money she's probably earned/earning (I don't know, she does have her own weekly show on a major network. Not to mention she's friggin' VP of the network's News and Public Affairs department *see? i know my research people!*...she must be worth at least something!), she never even considered liposuction. Especially considering that she is a major TV personality, and that her world, her line work is completely saturated with vanity, superficiality, shallowness...and hell, PRESENTATION!

My favorite quip of hers on being a "celebrity":

"Television is a peculiar medium. We’re supposed to be journalists, but we come out on the same screen as Sharon Cuneta and Ethel Booba. Whether we like it or not, we’ve evolved into celebrities."--Jessica Soho

She couldn't have said it any better...

Tonight, I raise my really badly-done cocktail to you Miss Jessica Soho! YOU ROCK!

(I can't believe I just said, "YOU ROCK"...which only goes to show how much I admire you. :-P)

Back to the show...

She had a brief interview with Jackie Chan at his press conference yesterday at the Mandarin Hotel (oooo...I'm shocked! Haha *bitch*) in Makati. Apparently, our little Kung-fu boy has yet again, delved into another line of business to add to his growing list of present businesses. Clothing line, shoes, wristwatches, green tea, water...he even has his own car. And I mean his own car. Like a "Jackie Chan Car" or something like that. I dunno...he said so! And now, he even has his own coffee franchise, named...what else? Jackie Chan Java (again, *shocked*)!
Ahhh...what doors showbusiness can open, huh? ;)

One can only imagine what he'd be selling next...maybe sea water? Jackie Chan SeaWater?

The Ad could look like a movieshoot with Jackie Chan Kung-fu-ing some bigass Eurotrash-of-a-martial-artist on a pristine white-sand beach in Bora Bora and then the director yells, "CUT!".

They're all thirsty.
The karate extras asks for a drink...
extras: "What? The trailer with all the food and water fell of the cliff and onto the ocean??!!"

*screams*
They all hear the sound of the waves...
They dive into the sea...and laps on the foamy waves to "quench" their karate-kicking bodies.

But NOooo...it can't be! --especially since they all know they secretly pooed and peed there the night before after getting all drunk...

A bright light appears on the horizon...

an extra screams: "It's Jackie!"

Jackie Chan (in all-white) is the bright light in the middle of the sea (like Jesus walking)...slowly floating towards them with his hands cupped (as if he's offering to the world) to a bottle of...

Jackie Chan Sea Water

"come taste the glorious salinity of the sea..."

*with just the right amount of saline to give you that extra kick!*

Everyone cheers!!!

*roar*

*Government Warning: We tolerate smoking, don't we? Why the hell not this?

End

I swear, Jackie Chan's slowly turning into "The Donald" Trump. Trump Ice Cream, Trump Tower, Trump Ice, Trump EVERYTHING! The two of them should just get together (alongside Oprah and Michael Jordan) and buy a mountain or something and carve out their faces side-by-side. Or they each buy their own mountain. Afterall, they probably can afford it. Well, maybe just Donald. :)

In the end, it all boils down to jealousy. I am jealous of them--all of them, because I can't afford shit. :) And I really do secretly (well, after this...not anymore) admire them for all their GREAT charity work.

Afterall, it's still THEM who's really making money out of all this...and I'm stuck here with nothing to do but blog about them and add even more publicity to their enterprise, like they really need any. The only thing that comforts me now is the fact that no matter how many things they put their names on...Rudy Giulliani is the only one who has his own "Giulliani Dildo". Haha. It's true...I saw it on TV. :-P

Fuck China-made batteries!

2006-08-04T13:09:00.000+08:00

I know I said I'd be on blog hiatus 12 hours ago...but I am pissed, and I don't know what else to do. I'm in some hotel using their internet services, and I am pissed. Public internet services are great, but I'm just not comfortable typing away my worries on some corduroy couch and goo on the floor. 3-star hotel my ass!!!

So it's my dad's birthday today. Well, technically, on Philippine time, it was yesterday, but he's somewhere West, so it's August 3 there. He called, and the battery on my mobile died on me in the middle of our almost-sentimental chitchat. And I fucking fully-charged it and used my other phone just so not a single drop of energy would be used up on that phone! Puta!

I have communication issues with my dad. Growing up, I've always thought he was just some friend of the family. No, my parents aren't divorced/annulled/separated. Ok, technically, they are separated...since they've never lived under the same roof since they were married. It's complicated. Fuck the details on WHY and HOW.

So those bi-monthly or quarterly phonecalls really mean a lot to me...eventhough I'm quite good at hiding my emotions. It's has been a great training module for acting. I sound like it's nothing, and so does he. It's always been like that, and I'm totally cool with it. I just DO NOT LIKE FUCKING MADE-IN-CHINA BATTERIES!

I bought that fucking battery when I was desperate for extra batteries at some other trip, and I've been using it for like 3 months now. It was working perfectly fine then, but nooooooooooo...it just had to act up on my dad's birthday. on the ONE birthday that he decides to contact me.

I think he felt that I hung up on him. He knows me well enough to know I never leave the house --much less go on some trip, without a fully-charged mobile phone and camera. Good thing he sent me an SMS first before calling, because I got his mobile number. So I changed the SIM card to my actual phone (the one that died was my "extra" phone which I carry around just for his calls) and called him back, and he already turned his phone off...

My day is fucked, and it's still 1:24PM. And it started to look bleak as early as 4:15AM when I didn't want to get out of bed.

bitchbitchbitch!

Note to self: Never again buy poorly-packaged, strangely-light, wrongfully-stamped, Made in China batteries EVER again.

Edit: Ok, maybe I still will, but I'll never use it on my "JustforDaddy'scallsSIMcard".

Three-week hiatus

2006-08-04T01:28:00.000+08:00

I'm leaving in 5 hours to ____ for three weeks, and I still haven't packed. :) You all know how responsible I am. ;) Besides, give me a break, I'm a fuss-free packer. If I could jump on a plane with just my wallet and keys, I would. I hate packing. My dad calls me "the feather-packer" because of the known fact I'm too lazy to even pack essentials (i.e. toothbrush, underwear, blah). Surrrrreeee Dad, like I didn't get that from you? *wink wink*

Enough packing talk, pakingshit. Hihihi. Besides, where I'm going, I wouldn't need nice clothes or shoes. Hell, where I'm going I could probably just wear the same clothes and not wash my hair until the day I come back home. *shudder* Okkkk...that's nasty, I can't do that. I'm no BB...or CP!! Haha.

So with that said people, I will be on blogging hiatus for probably three weeks for what I could only wish to be a "vacation", so don't go sending me emails of "oooooohhh"s and "ahhhhhh"s on how YOU wished you were in MY soon-to-be-filled-with-shit-and-mud shoes (you know who you are :) ). It's barely even a "trip", come to think of it. And why I am going, is beyond me...especially since I was the one who planned and decided to go in the first place. Fuck. Me and my great decisions.

But DO email me still, and send me those photos of endless partying and luxe living, because I'll be needing all the love I could get in the hellhole I'll be going to... CAMWHORE, PEOPLE, CAMWHORE!!!

HOLY CRAP!!!

2006-08-01T19:50:00.000+08:00

Just when I thought BB has "mellowed down", and has finally "grown up"...He just had to post this...

WARNING: RESIST THE URGE TO CLICK IF YOU'RE EATING!!

Hahaha!

I have to give him credit for his guts to post something like that.

Change of schedule

2006-08-01T14:41:00.000+08:00

I talked to CC and BB earlier, and I told them about my supposed travel plans. The two dingbats wanted in, so what else is a friend to do? I told them I'd wait for them and postpone all my travel plans until September. Nothing fancy, just within the country. I miss Manila...but I can only survive in Metro Manille for like a week or so. That's it. I've already been so used to good ol' laid-back Cebu, that I don't think I can stand smog and noise that's more than the usual rustle in Mango Avenue during rush hour. :) Oh God...am I really getting old? :)

CC wants to go to Hong Kong in September...I didn't have the heart to tell her the Hong Kong Shopping Festival is only until August 31. :) It'll crush her...especially since she loathes traveling, and would only do so to shop...not to see the sights. She's not the type to wait...even for boarding a plane. And she's quite impossible to deal with especially if she knows she's holding a first/business-class ticket. The girl would die if she traveled coach...not unless she's paying for it, and not her dear old Pops. Hahaha. She'd swim all the way to HK if she could, just to save on the airfare and spend the money saved on additional shopping, fancy desserts, and bellhop tips. She's a great tipper. So HK bellhops out there...watch out for Miss CC! ...especially if you're "cute". Haha.

BB also has her back on the HK trip. He loves gorging on HK streetfood and haggling nightmarket vendors. Not to mention going around town flirting with Japanese and Korean tourists. That boy can be friendly to anyone (...or anything, for that matter) that has a punana. Bwahaha. Place a skirt on a chair, and give him unlimited supply of alcohol (preferably vodka)and he'll probably screw the damn thing. Haha.

Oh God...if ever this trip really does push through, it is going to be one hell of a fun-filled headache for me with those two around! :) Oh well, it's all going to be worth it. Afterall, traveling ALONE is the pits. There's nobody to take your photos (so you can brag brag brag when you get home), nobody to ask suggestions on whether that loud pair of gold snakeskin boots (eventhough you know you're never going to use it), nobody to act like fools with at some hip club-of-the-moment, there's nobody to help you carry your luggage *wink wink to BB*, nobody to flirt with the concierge or the maître d' to give you priority seats or tables at a hot restaurant *wink wink to CC*...the trip would be too damn boring, you were better off staying home and watching summer reruns on HBO, and spare yourself all that credit card debt! :)

I'm hungry.

The maids are watching some daytime soap, and it's upsetting me. :) I WANT FOOD, DAMMIT!

Back and NOT happy...plus binge confession

2006-07-31T01:31:00.000+08:00

Ok, first off...I HATE MY ISP!

I don't want to explain further, because it's partly my fault as well for being such an ass to them regarding their services during this whole typhoon bafoon thing...but hey, I'm a paying customer, and you just don't talk to your patrons like that you fugly bitch of a call center representative! If only I had enough balls to actually tell on you, rather than just bitch back and rant about you on this sorry blog...

"HENRY"...

Apparently, it's the fourth "GUY" storm that has hit the country, according to the weatherman (because I was personally too busy being sick from everything else BUT the weather)

Mother Earth is having serious PMS issues...

Scorching hot in The Windy City (apparently), while there's a 3-day difference between storms in the Philippines (brrrrrr, I'm telling you).
Lebanon and Israel is at war (I read).
Mayon Volcano is starting to spew again (I heard).
Gas prices are going to go up...again for the nth time already (I EXPERIENCED). Yeah sure Philippine government people, it IS cheaper compared to the gas prices in the US. But that is NO WAY of justifying an almost $1/liter hike in the THIRD WORLD when we're used to paying A LOT less for gas! What are we supposed to do? WALK?!
I have yet to pay my credit card bill...in full, at that.
I don't know...maybe it really IS the "End of the World". Funny I haven't seen my friendly neighborhood crazyit'stheendoftheworldhobo in a while (we all have at least one). He really should be emailing or texting me about these updates! Damn you! After all those smokes and booze I gave you! *eevvviiilll philantrophist*

REAL reason why I didn't update...

Post-LeeDongWook update has been really hard on me. I told you I wasn't exaggerating on the "social suicide" bit. But would you guys listen? Nooooooooo...:)

I ate a shitload of everything not good for the body. Minus dugs...and booze (dammit, I should have!). Ice cream. Chocolate. Packs and packs and packs of cigarettes. Loads and loads and loads of sugar-filled cups of coffee. Butter. Pork. Fat. Oil. Lard. Grease galore. Carbfest. Whatever you may want to call it. I had them. Which ended on a very unsavory experience. Again, I don't want to elaborate...but let's just say it really caused something major for me not being able to update in what, 7-8 days?

I was able to take photos of my *ugh* "comfort eating" mode. Just a couple, but hey, at least there's something for you guys to not take inspiration from.:)

ALL, IN ONE SITTING. Swear.

Kreepy keys

2006-07-26T01:20:00.000+08:00

I can't sleep...the weirdest thing just happened. Ok, maybe not exactly THE weirdest, but definitely among my top 10 list of creepy things that has ever happened to me in my life. And since my life isn't as exciting as I would like to think it is, anything lame to most people is already a big deal for me. Take it from someone whose top 3 creepiest thing that has ever happened to her in her life was when a grimey, half-naked Bob Marley lookalike walked past her at the parking lot of JY Square. But give me credit, he was smoking Cartier Menthols, and winked at me. That's still pretty creepy...well, at least for me.:P

I'm not big on anything paranormal either...I really am not. I don't know, I just never really was interested, I guess. I've never really quite seen "white ladies" and dwarves as something sensational. Seriously though, my life is boring, and creepy things don't usually (almost never, even) happen to me (because ghosts love me. I'm that charming!). So spare me any snide remarks oh how lame my "kreepy keys" is. Nothing, ok? No "that's lame" or the typical "so what?"s or "you got scared of that? oooooo...", because I just happen to be very very very tired, and sweaty right now from running around the entire house. Up, down, right, left....and as lazy as I am...THAT IS NOT AN EASY FETE FOR ME TO DO. :P Oh shut up, you know you're just as lazy as I am...if not more. *wink wink* Blahblahblah. Ranting, rambling, raving...

Back to the keys...

So yeah, I was just browsing earlier through old friends' blogs, replying to some emails...etc. while waiting for the CSI:NY rerun. It's on 2AM people...on AXN. Call me if you need schedule details, I have become the official couch potato/TV junkie/goodfornothing Timeout addict of the South.

FP remembered he had to take out the trash for tomorrow's early morning (oh by the way, we're back in Negros, just incase you're wondering why we'd...I dunno..."sweeper/trashman/garbagejunkie/bottlecollector/eccentric-millionaire/celebrities-researching-for-their-new-roles-as-a-hobo/MANOY" to pick it up. He asked me for the keys to the gates...and I was all "yeah yeah sure sure...whatever. Go find it". Honestly? I was actually just annoyed mainly because of the fact I didn't want to get up from my already-comfortable position (hey, give me a break...it took me an hour and a half to get the right one!). He reminded me I was the last person who used them in the first place, so I should be the one handing him the keys...aside from the fact that he already looked for it practically EVERYWHERE and failed...sans the ceiling and beneath the creepy stairs. Fine. I got up. Now I was the one going mad...Here, there, everywhere...nada. I basically just wanted to give it up and wanted to procrastinate (once again, as always) 'til tomorrow morning (which I won't be up for unitl noon)...but NOOOOO...CP (for some TWISTED REASON--that boy was posessed earlier) wanted to do "the right thing"...ooooo....CP=responsible. OOOOOOOOOOOO.... I still can't decide which one was creepier...keys or THAT. Hmmm....

So anyways, we found the spare keys to the gate, and I asked him to check his car if the keys were there. Coz they JUST MIGHT be...and hand of god smite me once and twice...there they were. F#$%@!!!!!! How can they be INSIDE THE CAR??!! In the first place, we all wouldn't have been able to GET INSIDE THE HOUSE if WE DIDN'T HAVE THE KEYS. And all of a sudden it's IN THE CAR?!! But alas...I shall end this rampage...not to mention sounding sooo "poetic". Pffft...

Seriously, I only have less than 20 minutes before CSI:NY starts, and I'd wanna have my seat...and "THE position", get my toosh comfy enough (and help me get my ass even bigger than usual), and wait for that annoyingly-way-too-loud AXN intro.

Besides, the moral of today's story kids:
Don't try to understand everything in this life/world/universe we're in...or you'll end up more cuckoo than ME.;)

Lee Dong Wook video on Wowowee

2006-07-23T13:26:00.000+08:00

I woke up (half-awake, that is. I still am, actually) this morning...errr...it's already 1:23PM, disgruntled and drowning in mixed emotions. Happy, excited, pissed off, giddy, and yet seriously ticked. Whatever. I just woke up (muta, pillow marks on my face and all...) and guess what greeted me in my Inbox. Fuckers --the ones who sent me this clip.:) *secretly whispers "thankyouiloveyouall" *

Apparently, only 6 hours after my YouTube marathon last night, someone posted this.:) Enjoy watching "Luningning". And DO watch closely the "Tshirt scene" I was talking about last night.:)

As of 1:29PM, it already has 3,419 views, 17 total comments, and has been marked as their favorite 75 times. *guffaw* Again, good luck CC on beating the competition. May the Gods be with you... Afterall, you have Rosie (our youngest househelp) as competition, and she is tough, I'm telling you! Hardiharhar...

Owner of said video is quite loyal to YouTube and has disabled embedding.:) So if you guys want to watch it, click here.

Alas...it has finally come. On the issue of Lee Dong Wook, I say...

-fin-

...for good.:)

Last and hopefully FINAL take on Lee Dong Wook

2006-07-23T00:05:00.000+08:00

For the love of God....WHY???!!!!!
Why him, and why ME?!

Yes, I watched friggin' Wowowee...Why?

Because I have gone mad! Mad, I tell you! MADDD!!!!!

Me crrrraazzy (period).

I was abducted by aliens, and they placed a different brain on mi head.

I was posessed and had an exorcism that went wrong.

And yet, the only real reason that could justify this insanity is that I let my hormones get the best of me. And damn am I doing "penance for my sins" now *pffft*. :P

And for you guys who have been judging me on my denial...it really is quite a long and boring story. I won't elaborate on it much, but it's mainly because of the factthat I've never had a crush on ANYBODY before. Much less an ACTOR! Or anyone on TVLand, for that matter. And it somewhat infuriates me that I fell for a character on TV...and slowly developed into a ridiculous obsession on the actor himself.

The show (Wowowee) was ok. I've actually seen it before, once or twice. Not sure. I truly appreciate the show's cause though...helping out poor people, giving them hope, and their highly publicized 1Million-Peso "jackpot" in cash (roughly around US$19,000+), house and lots, etc...whatever. (Of course, the entire show gets a lot of money too for whatever "good cause" it is that they're doing. I can only imagine how much the advertisers are paying them at a premium) I watched it earlier coz of LDW. *groan* It was the first time I actually WATCHED the show. You know what I'm saying?

LDW came out like after the third or fourth commercial break. My inner slut would say "the wait was all worth it"...:) Wait, I really DO want to say that. Ahhhh...so perhaps I really AM a slut. Hahaheehee. Kidding. *wink wink*

Funny thing is, I had more fun watching the number they did with LDW rather than drooling over LDW himself (which was what I intended to do in the first place). It was hilarious! There were these two girls --I think they're the hosts of the show--, and they were singing (lipsynching, may I just add) the songs from "My Girl". Fine, whatever. But right after their number, the male host called on to the stage LDW's interpreter. Asked LDW typical questions like "do you have a girlfriend". Answer: "NO" (go go go CC!!). Yaddiyaddiyaddahhh. Poor boy even forced himself to say, "mahal ko kayo" ("I love you all"), and "salamat" ("thank you"). And throughout the whole scene, you could see how uncomfortable he was, I swear. Especially the dancing bit.:)

Anyway...

All of a sudden, the host called up this Lolita-looking dancer/girl (sequined outfit...shortyshorts and all)...and boy oh boy was she working it for LDW. Legs spreading in all directions.:) She took soooooo fucking long dancing only to find out her real purpose was just to give him a garland of friggin' flowers. Christ...

--by the way, her name is "LUNINGNING". *teehee* Can't get any more "Pinoy" and more "showbiz"Y than that! :)

Oh! And my favorite part was when they forcefully handed LDW this really tacky shirt from one of their sponsors (I presume). For crying out loud people, when is Philippine showbusiness ever going to change??? It's 2006, and why oh why are we still stuck in stereotypical "Filipino fashion" of camp, tacky, and tasteless?? Why? That's why we're not moving forward people!!! *fuming*...and yet...*GUFFFFAAWWWW!!!* It was hilarious! Poor LDW was so confused on what to do. Hell, I give him credit for his politeness.:) His patience, as well. And the boy has loads of it! I was quite surprised on how shy he actually is. Must've been hard. See, this is why I would never go into showbiz --apart from the fact that I have no talent, and nobody would ever even think of signing me.:)

All in all, it wasn't much of a waste of time. Regardless of how much I just sassed and bitched bout the show, I truly did enjoy it.:) Oh, and one of their hosts, Marielle Rodriguez (not sure how to spell her name)? I think she's really pretty --which kindda bothers me, since LDW didn't even seem to look impressed. So why the hell would I bother exerting effort on calling my dad and ask if there's a possibility I could go "watch" him?!? (Oops! Busted! Oh well, as long as I didn't actually DO it.) I mean come on, that girl is gorgeous and he didn't even notice her...much less ME! *insecurity alert* Bah...whatever. Is she (MR)famous? Tell me! God, I need to work on my current events. But then again, I never really was into showbiz...much less Pinoy showbiz.:) No offense to all you fans out there. I admire your dedicatio, I really do. And that is one thing that I don't think I could ever have. I'm too damn lazy and good for nothing.:D But still, I think I just might give this whole entertainment information a second chance. Damn, I never expected a harmless (or so I thought...prior to this whole spectacle!) TV show could be so life-changing! Haha!

Ok, this whole LDW thing is too much for me to function properly already. (as if I can even without his existence...)
I need to stop. And I think I just might already have...
And it had to take me 4...5...6...maybe even 7 hours of surfing and viewing all of the videos onLee Dong Wook on YouTube ...Yep, all 299 of them...and it's not even funny.

Fortunately enough, I got sick and tired of looking at his face. And I would LIKE to say that I am cured from this...this...disease. I don't know what else to call it. I still like the guy though...but not as ridiculously as yesterday...and earlier today...ok, BEFORE looking him up on YouTube. Oh well, it's all good. At least I've come up with a pseudo-conclusion that I like "Julian" (the character) better, than Lee Dong Wook himself. He's a nice guy and all, and THAT, I really HAVE decided on. I noticed how extremely good-natured, shy and humble the guy is. But I like him better with Lee Da-Hae --the girl who plays "Jasmine". It really was just all about their chemistry together...and how light-hearted that show is. And that it makes me feel better, and makes me forget my own worries. Afterall, that's the whole point of TV right there, isn't it?

There...that's it. I just hope this is the last of my LDW posts. I truly do! Oh God I'd do anything just to let this insanity come to pass.

*talk to myself* "Tomorrow's another day...you will wake up and find yourself SOMEWHAT 'normal' once again"

Tsk tsk tsk

2006-07-22T20:28:00.000+08:00

Before you guys say anything...YES, I WATCHED THE DAMN SHOW.

And NO, I refuse to talk about it. Nothing serious really as to why I won't...but if you must know...it's really because my computer's audio is totally busted, and I can't comment on everything that I've been working on all day since that friggin' show.

I honestly believe I just might have gone officially nuts...:)

Shameful lusting on LDW

2006-07-21T13:59:00.000+08:00

I didn't post anything last night. I was too sick of myself to face anybody. I even turned my back on my (now you know) boyfriend, "Tivo"--again...no, not the real Tivo. Just an ordinary TV named as one.

Last night...

I, Twilly the Twat, for the first time in my whole entire life, shrieked (and a REALLY shrill one, I might add) because of a scene on TV. Again, because of fucking Lee Dong Wook. And it gets worse...the maids told me that Lee Wong Doo's coming to the Philippines (or probably already here by now), and is going to guest on some local noontime show TOMORROW.

Great.

That'll be the icing on my cake of social suicide. I really don't know why I'm being such a bitch on this subject...I just can't accept it. I don't know why. And it's not even about what you guys or the rest of the world might think of me. Believe me, that's the last thing on my mind since that post (and to think the word has already spread like wildfire since then). It's what I think, and how I feel, and WHY and WHAT made me into this whole new cheesy person. Long story. Boring story.

Oh great...I thought I was safe watching the news. Fucking a...Lee Dong Wook's already in the Philippines.

*TURNS OFF THE TV!*

So, inorder to forget my thoughts on this and everything else...

Me go take out my new Havaianas and wear them to the football field to hang with FP. I just remembered I have them when someone who read my "Peacock Havaianas" post texted me earlier today...

And since you all know how bad I feel right now, please let me brag...;) Yes, yes, I am shallow. Thank you.

Now if y'all could excuse me, I'm now going to get some shut-eye. I wanna be awake for that friggin' noontime show tomorrow. Oh god...

Oh CC, you are soooo right...I'm such a charlatan!

UY!

2006-07-20T00:05:00.000+08:00

Just finished watching CSI: (Jim Brass got shot!! *huhuhuhu* But I guess the rest of the world already knows that by now) and was about to watch CSI:Miami, but it's a rerun, soooo...y'know.:P

I slept around 4 or 5AM this morning, and woke up at around 3PM this afternoon.:) I have sleeping issues I've been trying to deal with for the past...oh...8 years or so, so back off.

Watched a bit of TV, I needed some catching up to do with my shows. My TV has been screaming for attention since I arrived. We're close. Very close. I even named him "Tivo" (waaaaayyy before the invention of the real Tivo, mind you), and he's my boyfriend. He loves me, I love him. I can't live without him, and vice versa. We have fights, especially when his dingbat of a remote won't work --even with new batteries!. But aren't all relationships like that? Fire...metaphorical fire (heaven forbid it be actual fire!), is important to keep the relationship alive, right? I heard it on Oprah, so it must be true! *chortle*

I've already been offered plasma TVs here and there (from my parents, of course. Like anybody else would bother!), but I never bothered to say "yes". What can I say, I'm loyal to my man...;) *snort* I need professional help...or better yet, a REAL boyfriend. :) You don't exactly become attached to random inanimate objects just like that when you don't have a loose screw...or two.;)

So aside from crazy talk...

After watching Tyra (I mainly watch because the lesbian deep down--WAAAAYYY down--in me has the hots for her. Not really because of the show itself), I called up FP if he was free and have our usual coffee talk a little early because I want to wake up earlier than usual tomorrow morning.:) Besides, I wanted to watch CSI: back-to-back on actual primetime, and not the replays at 2AM like I usually do. :)

We had our usuals at Starbucks SM. I love that place. But only on weeknights, since it's never crowded at the al fresco area. And if it is, it's usually just Korean students hanging out. So we can bitch and rant freely.:) No, not about the Koreans. Ok, maybe a little bit. But only the bossy ones. And rarely does that happen...thank God. I don't want any trouble with any of them, especially since my word vomit on Lee Dong Wook. Sheeshh...I can't wait for the day I can live that down.

We stayed at Starbucks for about 2 hours talking bout our trip to Negros with Uy. He's the security guard who's usually on the night shift. He's great. Apparently, he's not allowed to fraternize with the customers and used to be an ass, but I bugged him into talking to us bout a year ago. And we've been good friends since then.:) Hey, it has its perks. He always reserves a table and an ashtray for us when it's a busy night, and he always comes in handy when I (rarely) or FP (ALWAYS) leave the lighter in the car.:) Told 'ya I'm special. ;) Bwahaha.

Here's a photo of UY.

He's in his mid 3o's.

He's married with 2 kids.

Apparently, he's somewhat related to some big Chinese tycoon who owns a local dept. store. (he said so, I'm not making this up!)

He's very approachable and friendly, but never cross him or smoke INSIDE the Starbucks store...or else.

He has a vertical scar on his right cheek.

He smokes Menthols --and if what they say about the whole impotence issue when smoking menthols is true, I wonder why he hast TWO kids.;)

He likes long walks by the beach.

...and he's a major CAMWHORE.

Interested parties may reach him at Starbucks SM City, Cebu City, Cebu, Philippines

Thank you all for viewing his profile.

*Twilly is now officially crazy*

Now I bid you adieu, for I shall go and watch Spongebob Squarepants and get "smart lessons" from Patrick Starfish.

Renewing my passport for the very first time...

2006-07-18T22:39:00.000+08:00

Ok, so my passport expired April 2006. Ditz that I am, I only noticed that when I got back from my Negros trip. Yes, I am quite responsible, thank you thank you. Sigh...and you know what else? The only reason why I got to notice that the damn thing already expired was when I was told I'd be leaving to an undisclosed destination by July 31. Sheeshh...that's what. less than 2 weeks from now? They didn't even consider whether or not my schedule was free by then! Hahaha. As if I HAVE a schedule! Feeling ohsoimportant. I'm such a slacker, I should be grateful I'm getting a free trip. I'm such an ingrate. Tsk! *shame shame shame*

So anyway, to prove that I really HAVE "grown up"...a bit, I went out to renew my passport today. ON MY OWN. Immediately a day after checking my passport and finding out it was expired. And first thing in the morning at that! :) *proud and somewhat smug smile stamped all over my face*

I was surprised on how SUPER EASY it was! (fine, I'm a retard!) The ENTIRE process took about...I dunno, less than an hour. And that already includes an almost-neverending cross-examination from the travel agency people. "wow, are you travelling alone?" (pretty normal)..."where to? oh my god i love that place! but I've never been there before!!!". Uhh...ok. They were all very nice. And I know they meant well, but seriously, I could not understand why they were asking me all those things. Some were waaaayyy too personal (i.e. family matters), some quite uhm...stupid. But mostly just small talk, really. It doesn't really matter, most important thing is I was able to get out of there politely as soon as my impatience struck (once again).:)

So yeah, I just presented my old passport, filled out a form, got my picture taken, waited 10 minutes for the photos, paid my dues, signed everything else left unsigned, and done! And note, I didn't even go to my mother's usual travel agency. I just went to some random travel place, and did it. Of course, they are quite reputable (always important thing to consider since you'll be leaving a very important document of yours with them!). I decided against going to my family's "usual place" because I really didn't like most of their new employees...except maybe the guard who opens/closes the door for the clients.

Oh oh!! One more thing, I was soooooo lucky I wore a collared shirt today. I saw this one guy who also had his passport photo taken, and he had to "borrow" one of those shirts provided at the "studio". I didn't even know they had that! There were like tacky feather boas, weird-looking stuffed animals, and icky/ugly/hellNO-looking plaid polo shirts --complete with lint and dandruff flakes. *shudder*

Alas, I am a grown up now! Renew own passport...CHECK! One down, 800 thousand more to go! Haha.

Oh come on, give me credit and let me enjoy my shallow glory!:)

Back and STILL bored!

2006-07-17T15:08:00.000+08:00

Ahhh...back in Cebu. I now love old Negros. The trip wasn't exactly "fantabulous", but then again, everything is subjective and relative, right? For some people, Negros is THE place to be...but for some who are like me who need smog, city lights, and the sound of honking traffic during rush hour on weekdays to feel "alive" (although, I believe we are a minority in this oh-so-hectic world of ours), it's borderline "so so". BUT (and it's a big one), in my little "retreat" (if you may), I have discovered sooo much about myself that I never expected. I was surprised on how quickly I fell inlove with the stillness of everything, the serenity of nature...the cheap commodities (oops)...uh, I think I better stop.

But more importantly, this trip has made me decide that all the trips I've taken before --every single place I've ever been to in the world, will no longer count in my "Book of Destinations". It's a chance for me to start anew, to see the world in a different, and more matured light. More attention to detail, and savoring more the travel experience, compared to my usual idon'tcare phase of yore--since I used to see travelling as a chore, rather than a pleasurable experience (because my parents dragged me practically everywhere before!). God, I was such a brat! Wait...I still am, really, but much much better compared to then.:) Oh my, I really AM getting old!!! Tsk!

But seriously, the people have inspired me in a way I didn't expect. Well, most of them, at least. I admire how they take things in stride, how content they are (and THAT is anything but easy in this material world!) with what little they have, and how much they love their homeland. I found out no matter where they end up in the world --and I'm talking bigtime fabulous places all over the US and Europe here--, they always go back to Negros (and build a small farm for their retirement). It's a love affair the rest of us probably don't/can't/won't understand, but for them, nothing could be more perfect. *tear drops from left eye...* Damn, Negros has made me into a softie...Grrr

Oh well, it's all good...afterall, I got great photos *hahaha shallowallow!* No matter how much of a jaded urbanite you are, don't you lie to yourself and say you won't well up in tears when you see these photos...:P I didn't *liar liar*

On the way home...

Here's a tear-jerker for y'all...ain't it purrrty? It's a different view of Cebu

from Negros, of courseI love this fishing boat...
This is the most popular way to get to Negros to Cebu...mainly because it's the cheapest. :)

What better way to say our goodbyes to Negros but with a rainbow?;) --ugh, I really have turned soft...
-fin-

...for now. ;)

A short trip to Bais City

2006-07-16T18:24:00.000+08:00

Ok, that's it. It's official. I have fallen inlove with Bais City. And I am most definitely coming back...soon, I hope. I HAVE to! I still haven't gone dolphin watching (their main tourist attraction), and I still haven't stayed overnight at the famous Sandbar. And I WILL!!!! I WILL!!!

I'll keep this post short since I still need to pack all my things. I'm going home!!!

On the way to Bais City, we passed by the Central de Azucarera Bais. Here's a shot of the beeeeaaauuutiful treelined "canopy" (I'd like to call it) road that will forever haunt me in my dreams until the day I get married and demand an exact recreation of this shot on my backyard from my hubby-to-be...*hardihar I'm such a TWAT!*

Choo Choo!!! Make way for the Queen of the Twats!

FP and I dropped by the gas station to fuel up, and walked to the nearest super to buy smokes and bottled water. Both of which, were right across the Bais Public Market. It was a Sunday, and apparently, it's like the biggest day of the week for uh..."market people"(?).

So anyway, we went to market (I would've never thought I could ever say that line..but ahh...life), just to check things out. And we saw all these bigass baskets of fresh fruits and vegetables (sorry, I wouldn't go to the fish/meat section regardless of how much you offer to pay me, thank you). And there were all sorts of people carrying them on their backs, their heads, their shoulders. And I'm talking REALLY BIGass baskets. God knows how much each they weighed! And the people carrying them weren't exactly just men. There were women too. Young and old. It was like a fruit/veggie carnival! Fun fun fun.

I bought a plasic bag each of mangoes, pineapples, and avocadoes all for $3!

FP practically had an orgasm when he saw all the fresh oysters (I stayed as far away as possible) and found out how much a SACK of oysters costs. It was a little under $10. FP, being the cheapskate that he is, just had to haggle that old lady into selling it to him for roughly $6 --our Chinese forefathers must be oh sooo proud of him. Hahaha. Now I've never had oysters, FP can live on oysters for an entire week and he wouldn't complain...seriously.

So while he was haggling, I was smoking bout 3 meters away from him (and whatever it was that he stepped on)...and saw this little charmer. I don't know if it's a stray dog or whatever...but he/she really made me smile :) (and I hardly do, so it IS a big deal). He/she/it sat when immediately when I said, "sit!". Haha. Coincidence or not, this baby deserves a space on my blog.

And I saw the PRETTIEST LITTLE CHAPEL!!!!

Ahhh...again, don't you just luuuuvvv the third world?;)

P.S.

My shoutouts to CC and BB... Two words: GOOD LUCK! Hahahaha

Motorcycle dragracing hell in Tanjay City

2006-07-15T13:24:00.000+08:00

Ugh! If there's one thing I hate more than those way-too-rude-and-loud motorcycles (you know the types that are being slowly banned everywhere else in this country?), it's a whole group of rowdy riders screaming out to the rest of us common folk that woohoo they can ride their babies (more like beasts, if you ask me) just like that, and we can't. Showoffs. (sshhhh...don't tell anyone, but I really am quite jealous *hihihi*)

We got to Tanjay around 9PM, way too tired for words, and were at a family friend's old building. *freeloading alert once again :)* We were like, this is nice, staying at a "nice, quiet city like Tanjay"...NOT. The place we were staying at was situated right when you enter the "city proper"--along the National Highway. And of all the time we could come visit, we just had to arrive a night before their big annual motorcycle dragracing thing. Jeez...talk about luck!

We slept around 4 freakin' AM coz there were all these groups and groups of people outside (on National Highway!!!) screaming their lungs out while the rest of the "riders" were practicing and beating their time, I guess...I don't know. Whatever it was they were doing, they sure as hell weren't singing me a lullaby to sleep!!! For crying out loud, the last thing these people knew how to do was think of the rest of the city trying their best to sleep at such an ungodly hour. Surprisingly enough, nobody complained. Hell, even I didn't. I was wayy too scared. And I'm trying to make up for my loss of balls then by raging about it now.;) *scaredy cat*

So as if things weren't bad enough, the owner of the building woke us up at like 6AM informing us that the organizers for the "race" *pfft...whatever* were closing the (again) National Highway. (--sigh, fine, these people probably own the city) And our car was still parked along the road--the only place one could ever park, may I just add! They were implying it was OUR fault why we were still parked there. Hey, nobody told us, ok? And closing an entire quarter mile of the NATIONAL HIGHWAY and detouring all of the vehicles to some other road just so you guys could hold your whatever doesn't really happen everyday and everywhere else, so give us a break! Sighh...so we moved the car. Afterall, it was a legit event. It was even organized by the local city government and shit...can't argue with that. The last thing I need is some politician breathing down my spine for my "disobedience and contempt" *pffffttt*. Fine. Whatever. Kill me if you can. I could care less. My life's already fucked up as it is, and those guys weren't exactly making me feel any better.

See??? THEY DID CLOSE THE ROAD!

(I could just write some fib that I was part of the race, but no thank you..) ;)

After moving the car like an entire kilometer up north, we WALKED all the way back to the place we were staying (I knew we should've just gone to a hotel...nah, I'm too cheap for that) to shower, brush our teeth, eat, etc... We ended up getting stuck inside the WHOLE DAY coz well, they closed the freakin road until sundown.

Surprisingly enough, we had fun watching the event from our view...

We had soooooooo much fun when one the guys hosting the event (whom we later found out to be one of the city councilors --woohoo! you go baby!) was SCREAMING NON-STOP from AM to PM!!! It was hilarious!! Apparently, there was a fistfight, a dog crossing the road in the middle of the ruckuss, and all these magpies screaming their tails off to the riders of their choice. He was raging mad...and I mean beyond boiling point!:) You could literally see his temples throbbing and the nerves on his neck tightening latex-like. Hehe. Poor boy (he's quite young, actually) was a mess! He was getting so frustrated coz all the riders would get a "badstart" and were concentrating more so on NOT sidesweeping those damn people, rather than focus on the race itself. Hahaha. The crowd wouldn't listen to a word that he said and insisted they weren't stepping on the line. But note: they were ATOP the piles of tires on the roadside...y'know, to cushion the motorcycles incase they fall, or whatever. You're smart enough not to read my nasty explanations when it comes to anything technical.:) All I do know is after years and years of going to all types of events, I've never seen a more insolent, disobedient, inconsiderate, hot-tempered, and (still) hilarious crowd than THIS ↓ !!:)

Lookie look how loooonnnnggg that line of people is! And every single one of them was giving hell to the the organizers, riders, and the rest of their crew...Hahaha.

And in the end, even though this whole brouhaha and I started on the wrong foot...I actually ended up having a lot of fun. But it never would've happened if not for my now-beloved RC --the screaming young city councilor who was really the ONLY source of MY entertainment during that whole fucked-up day. Because of him, I even agreed to FP's crazy idea of climbing up the roof of that old building to watch everything that was going on. I took my lazy ass up that rusty old roof, took pictures, enjoyed the view, climbed back down, and screamed to heaven high when I saw the redlead on my brand new overpriced shorts. :) I scrubbed my legs for half an hour or so, and finally ended my woes with a nice cup of coffee, ciggies, with FP and I laughing coz the rain had poured down and all those dumbass people downstairs were running towards every direction possible like a cattle of mad cow. Pushing, shoving, and RC screaming at the background still...:)

Websites and blogs that make me oh so happy!!

2006-07-14T23:47:00.000+08:00

I've just been surfing the net and came across this photo of guess who (coz that's all the blogs and other sites this photo was featured on said)?? The newest face of L'Oreal...Eva Longoria.

courtesy of: X17online

Oh God I knew all those celebrities looked wayyy too good to be true! I'm just glad there are sites that actually show reality when you need a huge dose of it...especially at a time wherein you have two huge zits that you know you shouldn't pop...but just did.:)

Now this...is something I just might print out and superglue to my fridge...everyone does it, I'm not sure if it works, but hey, it's worth at least a try...;) Never mind the sagging Star Jones-without-a-wonderbra breasts, and the chimpunk cheeks...what's that thing on her neck below her jaw? Hahaha...

I won't diss the apparel choice. It's better than being that fat and wearing a glittery tube top. And at least she wore a cap to cover half of her face, which is more than I could say for her more-awful companion. But wait, nobody cares bout her...

Mummy was right...twinkies are bad for you. Hahaha.

Janet Jackson
courtesy of: The Superficial

Jessica Simpson and Pinkcourtesy of: Zombiewood

Ain't life just glorious? Boohoo glamour...Let the zombies rule the world...so I may feel good bout how I look.

When all else fails...deny deny deny!

2006-07-14T18:17:00.000+08:00

I've been getting a lot of smack from everyone coz of my previous post. I knew it was going to cause something. I just wasn't sure then what, but I knew it would. And it DID. Sigh...I should just stay here for another week or so. I actually have come to really like this place. I could never LIVE here permanently, but hey, it's a great escape from my usual blah lifestyle. And a hell of a lot cheaper than going anywhere else! Haha. I can't believe I have become this cheap.:) Free lodging, and the food is ohmygod dirtcheap! All the fresh fruit and vegetables you could eat. Just yesterday, we bought pineapples for $0.29 each!!! And they were sooooo good. Sweet, cheap and since it's rich in fiber, it's good for my "diet". It's a TRIfect! As a result, I had anohsogoodandeasy poop. Haha. What? Like YOU don't poop??!:) We all gotta love poop...but that's a whole different post. ;)

Anyways, I would like to take this time to thank FP for all the love, care, acceptance and support he's given me throughout this whole Lee Dong Wook *sigh* issue... you truly are the best. Thank you for still acknowledging my existence in this world, and in your life. And that regardless of how badly I treat you, you're always still there for me. When I get married, I don't care what the rulebook says, YOU're going to be my "MAN of honor". And I'll be your "best GIRL". As dumb as that may sound, we will make it happen brah!!

--will be updating a brand-new post on Tanjay City later or probably tomorrow. I'm having trouble with my photo uploads. I have yet to figure this whole online uploading thing out. I'm sooo slow when it comes to anything techie. Sigh...:(

Lee Dong Wook

2006-07-13T23:33:00.000+08:00

Caution: Writer is extremely agitated and is having a serious case of verbal diarrhea... the following text content may cause extreme confusion and repulsion. Thank you.

Lee Dong Wook

Somebody PLEASE KILL ME NOW!!! I swear to God if any of my family or friends knew about this, I'd just dieeeee of embarrassment!!! It's soo stupid and pathetic, it's not even funny! I have come to the conclusion, that I, Twilly the Twat, am officially confused...more so than usual. After 4 years in seclusion, one would think that's more than enough time already to "figure oneself out". And honestly? I really thought I already had it going...I thought weeeeee, I finally know who I really am, what I'm made of, where I come from, and goodbye and a hell lot of good riddance to self-analyzing and bitter confusion. No more pretentions...no more lies...and no more controlling myself from what I really...and BAM! I crash into a truckload of horseshit. Fuck.

I think about a month ago, while waiting for FP to get ready for our night out, I was hanging out with the maids at their lanai. I used to do that a lot, coz it's the only place in their house where I could smoke. Plus I genuinely like hanging out with the household help, always have. I was practically raised by our own household staff while I was growing up. But enought bout that... So yeah, I was hanging out with them while they were watching TV. It was a Monday. They were all excited bout this new Korean show called, "My Girl", which was airing their first episode that night. Whatever, right? WRONG! Coz I said the EXACT SAME THING. I totally forgot that I shouldn't be watching first episodes ANYTHING. I have this annoying thing about first episodes. Because I get hooked instantly--regardless if I like the fucking movie/show or not. It doesn't matter if it's a hit show or not, I just can't help myself but watch the second episode...then the third...until it gets out of control and I actually have the freakin' show TAPED! Ughh!!! And now "MY GIRL"??!!! Dubbed in Tagalog, at that!!! So anyway, I've always been in denial bout that...not until 10 minutes ago, when FP was caught by surprise that I was throwing another one of my famous tantrums. He asked me why, and I directly answered him --"I can't believe it's over! That was barely half an hour including commercial breaks!!!". Oh. My. God. Word vomit. He had no idea I've been hooked on that show...all this time, people think I just go to the bathroom for half an hour at 9:30PM sharp. Now I'm busted. And I hate it. And why oh why all this insanity? To be honest, it's not just about my issues with first episodes. It's also about the fucker who's on male lead. Lee Dong Wook *dreamy*...sigh....oh stop it Twilly!!!! Uggghh!!!! I just canNOT believe it! I don't. I swear I don't. The guy is skinny, and scrawny and I'd be damned if I turn my head if I spot him in person at some random public place (heaven forbid it to be anywhere private! *stomp on my on foot* stupid stupid stupid!!)!!! But oh my God I loooovvveee ♥ him! And OMG I can't believe I actually AM. Ohhhh fuck. I've become one of those people...I swear, I don't know how it happened. This is soooo unlikely of me, but damn I'm gaga over the guy. I don't get it. I just don't. He seems like he's sooo full of it. And I do realize that it's just a character, but dammit I've been hit...hard.

After years and years of making fun of people who go crazy over Korean dramas, or ANY KIND OF soap for that matter, here I am clearing my 9:30PM schedule (from Mondays to Thursdays!) just to watch the guy and fall inlove even with the way he swerves his steering wheel. And by that, I mean literally swerve the wheel of his silver Range Rover. No dirty ideas. But nevertheless, how pathetic is that??! Oh God, what have I become?! I am sooo sorry for all the people I've made fun of. I am sooo sorry for ruining your lives, your hopes, your dreams of marrying your "idols". I am sooo sorry for tearing those pesky photographic-printed cardboards you used to carry all the time in your wallets back in Grade school. I'm SORRY people!

(except for my former classmates who wanted to get married to that mummy-looking villain on Samurai X...I hope you've already seeked professional help, because I still think you're waaayy more cuckoo than I can ever be...) *meanie*

Sigh...and yet, after all this hormonal rampage I've been on...I still can't stand soaps. I still don't find the point in making time for non-stop crying, overbattered, overabused Lolita-looking female leads and overbearing guys "rescuing" them from their troubled past and helping them to avenge their father's death, new money and power, and all. Hmm...maybe I already am, and I still don't know it. But I DO know I still don't have the patience to wait day after day just to know what's going to happen to these characters' fates...except for "My Girl" (ugh). I guess life really is "to each his own".

Now if you'll excuse me, I shall now go and crawl under a rock and die before somebody I know reads this and calls me. Calls, I can avoid, but those nasty SMS are going to be painfully annoying --coz sooner or later, I will have to turn on my phone. :(

P.S.

If any of you knows Lee Dong Wook personally, I swear to God I'll pay you to be your personal slave for a year...no...month...maybe just a day, really. 12 hours. =) And I hope you accept credit cards, coz I'm too broke for comfort right now...much less fantasy. (sure, let dear ol' Daddy pay for my stupidity) But damn, that boy is sooooo worth learning Korean for. Which, by the way, just incase somebody does reply to this pathetic plead of mine...I also need a Korean tutor. *guffaw*

P.P.S.

Photo was taken from http://www.spcnet.tv. Thank you guys for letting me steal your photos of Mr. Lee/Dong/Wook --whichever his last name is. I'm too dumb to know any better. I'm still trying to get over the fact that I Googled the guy's name in the first place. Oh die die die.

Never thought i could like...

2006-07-12T18:16:00.000+08:00

More photos of Negros...will update as soon as I forget about being lazy, and ignore the beautiful weather--there's a storm brooding over the islands (which is why we're still stuck here). For now, I just want to share my day's photos and crawl into my lovely bed (which I just might steal and bring back to Cebu. On how, I have yet to figure that one out...but I will!!). It's sooo nice and lumpy, I love it! Hey, give me a break...afterall, we're staying at one of my dad's resthouses, so I'm not really stealing...ok maybe I am.:( Sigh...fine, I'll leave it alone.

To the left....

And to the right...

The Nuns...lovely, isn't it?

Then I went around their boat and saw HERI don't know bout you, but I think she looks pretty....uhm...scary. Maybe that's why she's at the back?? Hmm...not quite sure, but it's not hard to believe, isn't it?;)

See, when I said that The Boulevard's a pretty "relaxing" place...I wasn't kidding. I have this guy to prove me right!! *guffaw* Not quite what I had in mind...this guy just took it to a whole different level! Haha.

And note: he's not homeless!!!:)
Saw this quaint little church at Sibulan, Negros. A small town right after Dumaguete City

Only in Negros have I learned to appreciate the whole "old world" charms of this world --that everyone seems to be loving...and now I'm loving it! ;)

Ahhhh...it's raining again. I love the rain...*dreamy*. Now all I need is a big big mug of hot cocoa and a pack of cigs, and I'm off to temporary Heaven...tsk. I know I should quit smoking, but smokers, you know exactly how I feel, right? Defend my little shallow cause for happiness here!! :)

A view of Cebu...

Bah. Enough drama. Now off to...wherever!

More photos of Dumaguete City

2006-07-10T19:27:00.000+08:00

Edit: More photos have been added since Blogger Beta.
Jollibee goes oldschoooool

Lee Plaza: Yeah, it looks crappy but it can be a toy collector's heaven. Tons of MAJOR vintage toys like Bedaman, Voltes V, etc.

Silliman University's...errmmm...church/chapel

Katipunan Hall --it says so right there, so I'm pretty sure. ;)

I've been trying to edit my "Negros" post and upload more photos of our Dumaguete "tour" --which, by the way, lasted for about half an hour of driving around the city.:) But I guess you can't do that (edit the photos after it's already been posted)...or I'm just too lazy to try harder. OR, I'm just plain stupid.:) I swear I tried, but I could only edit the text, spacing, etc. but not the photos. So here, I decided to make another post of all the photos of Dumaguete that doesn't have me in it *teehee*. Me shyyyyy...;)

This is the Silliman University's...I don't know, Heritage Hall? Millenium Hall? Or some Museum-y sounding name. I don't care, I think it's pretty...:)

took a right...to "The Boulevard"
(ok, so maybe not all the photos because I just realized I took way too many pictures of the Boulevard alone. Tsk. After all my uploading, they all looked the same --even I got confused!, so I just deleted most of them and left these. Hehe.)

Craving for some Chinese, we ended up here...

Apparently, this is the only Chinese restaurant in Dumaguete--or so we were told (aside from Chowking of course, but hey, we can have 24 hr crappy Chowking delivery anytime, anywhere in this country...so no thanks)

It was pretty ok. We stayed at their Al Fresco area. At first, there were a couple of flies at our table, but eventually the wind picked up from the bay area (since it's right across the Boulevard), and it was "bye2x flies!!". It was relatively good. The food was great and ohhhh sooo CHEAP! Around $11, and we were stuffed like little (?) piglets!! And we are such big eaters, we're a little below the level of wild boar.

The service was "ok". Would you believe, the waiter was white! With grey eyes! His English was bad, but hey, what the hell..:) He's probably 'half". There's a lot of them in Dumaguete. A lot of European and American Expats. And a wholllleeee lottttt of hot pink/bright orange/lime green combo-wearing hookers.;) And guess what? I think Chin Loong's one of their favorite spots.;) Hihihi.

This is a BAR. A bar? Sigh. I don't want to be mean, coz the owner's probably a nice person, so I'll just shut up.:) We didn't bother to go inside. Would you?:)

Peacock Havaianas!!

2006-07-10T12:34:00.000+08:00

I woke up to a lovely surprise today.:) Actually, the real reason as to why I woke up coz the TV was on and FP was watching Freddie vs. Jason/Jason vs. Freddie (not sure of the title) and I got pissed coz I watched a bit, and couldn't go back to sleep anymore. Grrr! Still, it is a beeeeaaaauuutttiful mawnin!!! Oh wait, it's already lunchtime. Bah. Who cares. Anyway, I called up the house to ask if anybody called for me, new mail, if the dogs were ok...blah blah. The maid told me I got a package. Hohum...So so. I asked her where it came from, and she said the LBC pack didn't have a return add. Oooo...that caught my attention. I asked her to open the box and there it was...My Peacock Havaianas!!! Hey, it had my name on the package, dammit! I don't care who sent it, all I know is I love you I love you whoever you are! Maybe dear ol' DaddyO♥? Who else would give me discreetly cheesy surprises? :) Haha. I'm not much into Havaianas --well, at least not anymore. Everybody's collecting nowadays, it's pointless to compete. I prefer having a one-of-a-kind collection, thank you very much. Braggitybrag!!!:) --I'm actually just jealous of all those drool-worthy Havaianas in other people's collections, that I'm bitter and hiding behind my I'm-not-impressed mask.:) I'm such a hypocrite!

Anyway, I stole a photo off the net of the Havaianas. This is just a preview courtesy of oh God I forgot where I stole this photo from!! (I'll post photo credits later) I'll post the photo of MY PEACOCKs *giggle I said "peacocks"* (retard) when I get back to Cebu. Still enjoying my "vacation" for the moment.;)

Sigh...Dad? If you're going to throw one of your "secret admirer" gift-giving --which is sooo old, already, by the way. You can always just call and tell me you sent something!:) And why the Peacock? Why not just the Limited Edition OSCARS???? *wink wink* ---eviiiill only daughter alert! (bitch bitch bitch) I'm kidding! Dad, if for some reason you're actually reading this....I love you...;)

Aren't they purrrrty? I'm sooo jealous.

Photo credits: http://nocturnalangel2.blogspot.com/ Girl, you have no idea how jealous I am of you!!!!:) Haha. If you get tired of them (which, I doubt you would...:) Do resell them to me!!!! For a pair like that, I'd gladly swallow my pride and fuck ego...I'll take 2nd-hand than no-havs at all! Haha!

By the way people, she also owns the Peacock photo I stole above. The girl is probably like the Havainas Queen of the Philippines, I d'nno...sure seems like it! Haha. More Havs to the collection babe!

Off to Negros!!!

2006-07-10T00:15:00.000+08:00

Last week, while having my usual non-fat vanilla iced latte at Starbucks with FP, I kept on ranting nonstop about how tired and drained I felt with Cebu. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Cebu. It's home. I'm not originally from here, but hey, I always seem to come back no matter what hellhole my parents throw me to. I once snuck out of a stupid all-girl boarding school in Australia just to come home...despite the great awareness that my Mum would kill me if she found out...and she almost did. But then again, I'm her only daughter, so she didn't really push through with it, obviously.:)

Hey, when life throws you lemons, make Vodka Lemon Drops for crying out loud!

So back to getting tired of Cebu...I love it, but I also have this thing about never being happy wherever I stay long enough. First 2 weeks is ok. Once I get settled in, that's when it usually hits. Sigh, I'm so pathetic. Oh God why am I depressed?!! I shouldn't be, right? I'm young, I have all the necessary body parts-not all functioning as they should, but hey- still working! I have no life-threatening disease, no serious traumas, no serious anything!

Life is glorious, I should be milking my youth for all its worth! So anyway, after probably more than an hour of ranting, FP got sick of hearing my endless whining and just told me to shut up, pack my bags, and leave. Ok, initial reaction: shocked. Was I really that bad? A to the Q: YES! And so I stopped and realized he was right...I should just take a break. God knows I needed it. And so did everyone else around me *teehee*!!

So we left Starbucks, went home, packed our bags, lounged around a bit to talk and decide where to go (at 12MN!!! --we're freaks). So we decided we'd go to Negros since it was close enough to Cebu, and we could bring the car so we wouldn't have to deal with PUVs (a serious must for cure-to-depression-trips)...aside from the fact that we were strapping for cash and at least my dad has a house there, so no more worries with regards to lodging. We're getting to be such great freeloaders. Ahhh...what lack of money can do to you.;)

At 3AM, we were getting ready to leave...but Spongebob was on. Retards that we are, we watched 2 episodes --bags on hand, smoked a couple of cigs, and left. I won't bore you with the details bout the roadtrip. Besides, I was asleep throughout the trip *snicker*. Poor FP had nobody to talk to! And to think the trip was because of me! Hey, don't judge me, he owes me! Even a long drive all the way to Brazil from Cebu won't cover it! *hmph*

I woke up at the port/dock/whatever, paid for everything, went back to the car and waited to board. I was actually quite ok, loving the view of the island across until I saw the ramp we were going to use to get into the barge. It was NOT a pretty ramp...at all. In a sort-of-evil way, I kindda felt relieved we weren't using my car. *bitch bitch bitch* Poor FP had to listen to his car squeem! But it's ok, he's a big spoiled brat, and he knows it. His mom's going to have his car buffed up again as soon as he asks her...AGAIN. Sigh. FP's cute, and I love him. But sometimes I can't help but think he's way more of a spoiled bratty GIRL than I am! --no, he's not gay--

Buh-bye Cebu!! (notice how "bald" Cebu is?? Tsk!)

Clouds connecting Cebu and Negros

A glimpse of Negros behind the clouds...

Ahoy Negros!!!

Arrived in Dumaguete City...belching from all the junkfood and "healthy" cold sandwiches that we brought along for the trip. But then...

Hmmm...what's that sign?

Ooo...Shakey's!

Pizza

We didn't really come here for the pizza. *snicker* But we couldn't resist the view, so we ordered the cheapest pizza on the menu. Well, not really the cheapest, but still pretty cheap --less than $5 for a good-for-2 pizza.:) Don't you just love the Philippines?;)

*shhh..we really are just cheap, period.*

This is actually a house...

Dammmmnnnn... The thing that shocked me the most about this place --that I just had to force FP make a U-turn so I could take a photo-- was that I never thought I could find such...excess in Negros! I mean, yeah...I understand the world has become an entirely materialistic place, but I didn't expect a showcase of it in Negros! I don't mean that in a mean way, people. I don't discriminate people/places/whatevers (well, at least not all the time *teehee bitch alert*) I am merely stating that after a couple of hours in Dumaguete and already getting used to the "simplicity" of everything, BAM! We saw this. And guess what, that's just their "front lawn"!

Whew!

2006-07-10T00:05:00.000+08:00

Am I lazy or just plain stupid? In a matter of 3 minutes, I managed to delete this account, republish my previous post (which, by the way, happened to be my first...ever), and now typing away yet another post that I just probably might delete later on and republish again because when I logged back in (immediately after deleting the account), I got in. So here I am. Sigh. I can't understand anything. And I'm too lazy to actually read those little words on the "Dashboard" so I could understand at least one damn thing. What's a girl to do? Oh fuck it...never mind. Whatever this might cause me sooner or later...it's all going to be my fault. And I won't be able to blame it on anyone else... Wait, I've already found someone to blame it all on. My FP has just asked me what I'm doing. And my ADD kicked in and now I have no idea what to say anymore. Damn, I should get those little ADD pills...but I'm too scared to try them. I know myself well enough to know I shouldn't even bother. I'm not exactly known for my self-discipline. Oh wait...so that's why I'm in therapy. Sheesh.

But seriously, I went to the Settings page earlier, and clicked "Delete this Blog". Yo Admins! Could you please email me a complete idiot's guide to Blogspot? Please? I have low I.Q...and E.Q.!