Whew

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

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

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

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

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...

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!

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"

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

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...

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

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...

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

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

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"...

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!

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

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

"National Holiday"?

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??

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...

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.

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...)