Breaking the Glass Ceiling

This is a real sign, posted on the window of the Freeway Boutique in Ayala Cebu. Ouch. Don't men count anymore? Equal opportunity for everyone and their chickens! Have penis, will travel.

Is this a sign of the times? The endangerment of the male species. It's even more reason to jump on the gay bandwagon. The time has come for the other gender to step forward and leave the heterosexual male trampled in their dusty glitter! Miss Gloria Steinem must be so proud. A guy now has to make like a girl to get a job.

Imagine that.

Forge on, 2008!

Petra Pan

Sadly, Heathie's demise continues to be the big news of the day - so I'm trying my best to be happy and here's what happened over the Sinulog weekend.

Little me got to go up in a chopper, biznatches! It was beyond awesome. Awe-inspiring, jaw-dropping, exciting, and so on and so forth. I get bragging rights now. "Oh, me? Sure, I've ridden one." I know, I know. I'll gloat about it for the next few days.

That's all I have to say about that on here - do buy a copy of today's Cebu Daily News for the verbal diarrhea and goings-on!

Nooooo!

Why, Heathie, why?!?!

I was in the happiest mood today until Jana told me Heath Ledger died. Now I just feel devastated. Why are all these cute guys dying? Isn't it enough that everyone else is gay?

Heathie was dressing like a bum for the past few months but I never thought that would signal his descent into nothingness. I just thought it was a phase... how can the loving Aussie who played with a bratwurst and asked if he could "hit the lights" in 10 Things I Hate About You actually be dead? He's only 28!

It's so sudden. I keep thinking Reuters will sit up and say "April Fool" but it's only January. It's not fair and why weren't we warned ahead of time?

What a waste of life. He really stood out as one of the best young actors of my college life. I didn't care how crappy A Knight's Tale turned out to be, but he made it work. I just had this ridiculous crush on him for ages.

I have no words.

RIP, Heathie.

Headline Porn

Such gems these newspapers impart. Do they have any idea? LOL. Yes, yes, we know what MILF stands for in this country. But still. Stifler's mother!

Up Up and Awaaaayyy

I get to go, I get to go!!!!

The best things in life are always free. Gloat.

Death of a Client

Does anyone remember this person?

Brad Renfro. He's dead. Died today, according to Yahoo. I don't know why I care - except he was only 25 and an apparent alcoholic. It just seems so sad all of a sudden. He was so cute in The Client. I think I remember Illi telling me about him. Who woulda thunk he'd be dead at 25?

I also remember listening to Ro-elle raving about him and Devon Sawa. Hollywood isn't kind to its workers. I wonder why he was a drunkard. His death serves as today's epiphany for me - sometimes, no matter how bright things look, one can be destined for a bitter, bitter end.

RIP, Brad.

... and a little more idiocy

Code Red - What Good is a Heart?

I'm laughing so hard at my fifteen year-old self right now I could choke. This has got to be an all-time low. Yes, Lee, I was in love with you. And about ten years later watching this ridiculousness is excruciating. This is an exercise in boy mascara - they should've brought in the unicorns and rainbows, it's so gay.

In my defense, I barely had any gaydar back then. *Looks at Illi*

This is probably the first most embarassing day of 2008 for me.

Eff it all, I still *heart* this song!

Questions, Questions

Code Red - Can We Talk?



Code Red - Is There Someone Out There?

Look what I found! Finally! Oh, they warm the cockles of my hard heart. God, remembering high school really does make me cringe sometimes. And they're not kidding when they say hindsight is 20-20. Can't believe I loved these videos. Cheesemax! They are so totally faggoty! Hahahahahahah... ah, young love.

Illi and George, this is for you.

Headline Porn

It's gonna be a gay old 2008!

Year of the Psychotic Rat

2008. It's the "Year of the Earth Rat." What does that mean, anyway? That we will be taken over by a cult that worships rats secretly in the bowels of the earth? I never get why they name the years this way. It's year of the Dragon, or year of the Rooster, Dog, Rat, Pig. Boring. It's the 21st century, new names should be used! Names that have flair.

Like say, "Year of the Homosexual Chicken." Catchy. "Year of the Rowdy Dog." Hmm.... not crazy enough. "Year of the Ambitious Cockatoo." I like it. "Year of the Schizophrenic Goldfish." Something. Anything!

I was born in the Year of the Metal Rooster. I have no idea what that means, so I decided to go digging around. Here's what I found:

"People born in the year of the Rooster are usually very observant. They are brave, resilient and tenacious but can also be quite self-absorbed, pretentious, and romantic. Most of the time, they are very accurate and precise with their observation.

These people certainly love to find themselves in the spotlight, they love entertaining friends and adore meeting new people, and even unexpected and uncertain circumstances are not a barrier for them.

It is almost impossible to find someone born in this year looking dowdy or untidy. The fact is that these people are usually the best dressed and groomed of all other people. They are actively interested in clothes, colours, and accessories, and are usually very critical of their own appearance as well as of the appearance of those around them. People born in the year of the Rooster like to be noticed and flattered. Such a person might dress a little flashy with this in mind, but in his heart, he/she is completely conservative. Roosters always appear attractive and beautifully turned out. They are sociable and love to receive attention. Others may criticize them for being exhibitionists but the fact that they are compassionate, wise, and have a brave nature which comes to the fore when others need their help, makes up for that deficiency.

It is difficult for these people to accept advice because of their strong independent spirit. These people are often confident in their own judgement and choices. There are times when these people may be too straight-forward which can cause some problems in relationships with others. So it would be wise sometimes not to express their opinions in order to keep the peace. Roosters can drive people away with their need to be right if they cannot relax and let the other person have a say."

Blah, blah blah... it's like being a Scorpio. since a bajillion people were born in the same year I was. And I still have no idea what it means as a portent.

So I dug around some more about this year, and according to the trusty wiki:

"... in the Chinese zodiac the Rat is an animal associated with aggression, wealth, charm, and order, yet also associated with death, war, the occult, pestilence, and atrocities."

Sounds like fun. Britney Spears has already had a great big meltdown so I guess we're off to a running start. I know this started last year, but GMA and ABS-CBN are duking it out for the top spot and calling each other liars. What publicity whores. I wonder what else this year has in store for us all. Pestilence and atrocities? We're already smack in the middle of a giant ongoing atrocity - corruption and all the nice pork barrels and under the table deals. Wealth? If the dollar keeps falling, it'll be fun to shop at Duty Free.

Out of the gate in '08!

Oatmeal and Denial

I know I haven't posted in forever; I just couldn't seem to make this blog a priority for the past few weeks - drowning in preparations for the wedding anniversary, frantic last-minute stuff at work that just had to be done before 2007 kicked the bucket, traveling back and forth from La Sugbu to Dumaguete (yes, I spent the holidays at home), house-cleaning, Christmas shopping... you can see why. Frankly, I'm amazed I even weathered the whole thing.

So 2008 has arrived, and I'm a blimp. This year is going to be about oatmeal and starvation, since I'm not getting any younger and being old and fat is just plain pathetic. I can't do anything about the age thing, but I'm sure I can do something about the weight. Besides, it's depressing to watch the slow slide into obesity. It's not a pretty thing. So, since I'm way too poor to afford liposuction and to have a few ribs taken out, I suppose I'll have to just start depriving myself of everything good in life.

I'm met with raised eyebrows and skepticism, especially from Miss Paulie who says I'll probably backslide and eat myself out of house and home. It could happen. Life's a bitch, I can't get any, and now I can't really eat because then I'll burst out of my own skin. I'm trying to make some lemonade with the lemons that've been thrown at me. KFC. Vanilla ice cream. Chips. Soda. Rice. It's so unfair... why did I have to be the one born with the fat gene?

Oats it is! Somalia, here I come.

Happy New Year to everyone!