Mar Roxas FTW!

" The country runs better with a good looking man in the White House. I mean, look what happened with Nixon; no one wanted to fuck him, so he fucked everyone."

- Samantha Jones, Sex and the City

Blah blah blah blah blah, Noynoy, blah. I do not get the political ruckus that's going on over this guy. Mar Roxas had to step aside for this?

Using the rather fresh memory of your mother's death to get you into Malacañang is tacky. Other than looks, what does this guy have going for him other than a famous last name and parents whose deaths made headlines? This guy vs. Mar Roxas? And Mr. R had to step aside just so he could run? I was ready to have Korina as first lady, no matter how biznatchy people say she is.

This is crap. If I have to vote for someone who has a platform that's still being made, I'd rather that someone be cute. Not this... person. Our political system sucks.

Booksmut™ (part deux)

Here's the latest addition to my nightstand, courtesy of Powerbook's super awesome booksale! Good deal, indeedy. This was purchased to address my lifelong fascination with men and the flap of skin that causes psychiatric stress and triggers disorders, paranoias and general insanity. If only they had "Living with Boobs: The Inside Story."

Booksmut™

These are the moments that make life worth living. What book defines you?

Ninja Turtles

Another one I should've uploaded a few weeks ago - taken during my visit to the Mactan Island Aquarium. You can read more about it HERE. (too lazy to copy/paste everything!)

Chicken 24/7

Guess who got caught giving some love, reverence and adoration to the inventor of the greatest thing on earth since the light bulb? In other news, KFC IT Park is now 24/hours! Oh no.

Watch this space for the next two weeks - I will soon change into a bloated whale. Please pray for me.

Anyway, here's to the KFC chicken recipe. And the third greatest thing on earth since the KFC chicken recipe? KFC chicken gravy. It's the devil. All hail the Colonel!

To Know You... Is to Love You

It's that time of the week where you get to pick your song! This one is my Monday song - happy Monday everybody. Don't fall in love.

Photos I Never Got Around to Posting Up: July Edition

Only a number of people (count including myself, Illi and Chucky: 3) are going to get the meaning of some of this, but here goes nothing.

Taken on the my last visit to Dumaguete, city of enchantment and the F_ _ _ H _ _ C _ _ _! Fill in the blanks, they still exist! In the same exact spot of the same exact wall of the same exact university that co-exists with the University we all know and have wonderful memories of. Love, peace and chicken grease.

Headline Porn sighting. Just goes to show we are no longer ideal marriage partners because of excessive skills in the household, or because of our inbred predisposition to being caretakers/slaves; we are now ideal marriage partners because of our internal organs. Now it really is a meat market.

Saw this canister and couldn't resist taking a picture. Here's my idea of giving back to the masses: little bottles of rugby tied up with a big red bow, given to street kids on Christmas Day. We try, folks. Something to keep the little jitterbugs warm at night, ey? With matching plastic bags. It'll be like giving the little match girl matches. Fine, it's my contribution for the betterment of our peoples. Offhand, the only other idea I have is to round them all up and neuter them for free. Seriously, I think the government should spend for sterilisation. These guys just breathe, eat and propagate.

The CD-R King Files

It's been a while but here's some of the latest insanity at my mecca of choice - CD-R King. They've outdone themselves this time.

Yes, that's a USB massager. Essentially you stick it in your pc and use it to massage your... neck. Or back. Presumably these are areas you can reach. When are they getting some adult CD-R King doodads? This is a no-brainer. Once you have a handle on the vibration stuff, the rest will follow. You know the ladies will thank you for it.


Here's another gem from the store that has it all - a mini electric fan you can.. you guessed it, stick in your USB port. Genius! Now you can look like a Mariah Carey album cover when you're webcamming for your life! Who needs a gigantic blower? This is the shizznitch indeedy. I gotta get me one of those. I need it for dramatic effect.

Work!

To quote my revered Michael K, what is with the "girl-you-so-artsy" trend? Lady Gaga does it best (despite Beyonce's tranny-fueled efforts) and now Ciara seems to have jumped on the bandwagon as well. Here's her ode to swish - it certainly sounds like a gay anthem. Work!

Am not sure if I like it or detest it, but the video does have its moments. Like the perverted Macarena she does while squatting like a strip club hooker working hard for the money. Well, the girl can rock some pretty insane outfits indeed.

This has shades of the late Herb Ritts. Maybe it's the enormous Goodyear tires. Janet Jackson's "Love would never do without you" video had tires as well... and a stark, hot landscape. I thought the giant truck would morph into a Transformer. Bummer.

At any rate, this one goes into today's playlist.

Very Bay-esque

People with photosensitive epilepsy really should avoid anything that has Michael Bay's name stamped on it. With Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, they'd be foaming at the mouth and spasming on the floor within ten minutes.

This movie had so much T&A I kept expecting the guys in the theater to whip out the tissue and Jergens sachets. You could practically hear them salivating. Then again, masturbatory fantasies take a backseat because it's interspersed with robot fight scenes, rogue butt-views, and all sorts of craziness. It's like they got a budget and just threw everything they wanted to into the movie. It's cinematic afritada with lots of cheese.

For all the insanity, I actually had a pretty good time. Kinda wondered why everyone looked like they were best friends with a spray tan bottle, though. And also wondered what in the heck the movie was about.

Its one saving grace? John Turturro.

Still, its demographic is obviously for people who'd rather not think but just sit back and be entertained (um, guilty!). So if you like large blasts and explosions and crazy music, and slow-mo running, this is the movie for you. Must admit though, I would've liked to have gotten to think a little. Most movies have that advantage, at least. For this one, you'll have to forget thinking, because it really doesn't make any sense at all. Boys' wet dreams rarely do, after all.

In Memoriam

Just one of the many awesome videos MJ had. Kicking myself for forgetting how sexy this one was. Loved it. Directed by David Fincher (se7en, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button), it has a mysterious, sad, ultra-luxe feel that taps into my parched child-of-the-90's soul.

I want to scream like a groupie right now. And cry because Maayyykuuuuhhlll isn't around anymore. :(

UPDATE: I knew it! This video gives off the same vibe Madonna's "Bad Girl" video does - and no wonder. Looks like Fincher directed that video as well!

Updates from the Land of Work and Crazy

Hello, folks. Yes, I breathe. I am also in a state of dumbstruck stupefaction: the last time I wrote on here was a month ago. Things have happened:

1. KFC IT Park is now open. The happiest place on earth, where chicken makes you fly! I was in a state of utter euphoria and wanted to have my picture taken in front of the place like a true hardcore crazy fan, but the moment passed. And I only just had my first KFC meal at the place yesterday (takeout! scandal!). This should tell you the sad state of my affairs at the moment - that I can barely spare time to actually eat and enjoy it.

2. Michael Jackson has left for the giant disco ball in the sky. I have currently been riding Channel Myx's 24-hr Jacko Express with both hands in the air, and dancing around like I'm in the throes of mingled happiness and depression. I miss him. MJ was a huge part of my youth. Illi and I had plans to perform Scream as a duet. (Yes, because we were major dorks. Still are, come to think of it.) I was just telling Alex the other day that it's a shame he died amidst so much speculation and judgement - it totally obscured his genius and the fact that we can probably sing along to 90% of his hitz without needing a copy of SongHitz. Well. I can, anyway.

3. My dearly beloved Alex has had a very merry birthday and is also a proud uncle to Karli Ann, who happened to be born on the same day he was. Joint parties! Drinks and booze on the left, milk and cookies on the right! Yay! This makes me an auntie-in-law for the first time as well. So now I am a fabulous auntie on both sides.

4. I have now finished practically three new hire classes, and that's just for this half of the year. It's exhausting and sometimes all I want to do on weekends is sleep. Or stay in my bed and just veg out.

5. Flying is the way to go. Thank you, Cebu Pacific, thank you! Nothing like bridging the time warp and traveling from Dumaguete to Cebu in just 30 minutes. I love seat sales.

All Hail the Chicken

What's that in the distance? If you squint closely enough, the letters will coalesce and form a gigantic K, F and C! Yes, the chicken, the colonel and the gravy has come to IT Park, and the obesity will soon follow. I need to book an appointment with Madame Belo because I will seriously be needing the fat sucked out of me once this happens! They have placed me too close to temptation, and I know I'm going to give in sooner or later. Nooooooooooo! Help me. Tie me to the rafters and pray over me.

You know I'll be putting up a pup tent right outside waiting for le grande opening. Sigh. The chicken is too close to my heart.

It's about time, anyway. We'd been grousing for ages about why KFC hasn't made an appearance in the general IT Park region, considering Mickey D's and the great Bee have been sitting there for ages. Even Shakey's has a place. It's about time.

Yaya Porn ™

No, I haven't dropped off the face of the earth. It's just work, work and more effing work, and sometimes at the end of the week I don't even feel like sitting in front of a PC anymore! But life goes on, and I've got a new obsession to share....

Introducing Yaya Porn! From the makers of saccharine trashy novelletas, brought to you in Tagalog. With such classic covers as:


Egay's Romance! Can you believe? Yaya Porn warms the cockles of my hard heart. Look how hard they work to connect with their readers. This is the stuff of dreams - the yaya version of Mills and Boon. Ay lav et.

Because no one is more important. PhP35 at National Bookstore. You know you wanna.

Vacuum

Guess who made like Rhino from Bolt this weekend? Yes, little moi ended up in a water ball for a 'walk on water' adventure at the Shangri-la! Oodles of fun, guaranteed. You need to try one of these! Read more about it in Cebu Daily News - this coming Thursday's edition. Buy, buy, buy!