tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41083480771544021102023-11-17T01:25:45.914+08:00Wag Your Wing-WangFlashing privates to all and sundryNikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.comBlogger245125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-20499777806582985272009-02-08T22:25:00.004+08:002009-02-08T22:44:17.545+08:00Bring Forth the Ark<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.gmanews.tv/evideo/36205/Continuous-rain-floods-Dumaguete" style="background: black none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 360px; height: 290px; display: block; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" scrolling="no" frameborder="0">This page requires a higher version browser</iframe><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's raining sadness and worry for me right now because of reports that my beloved hometown is swimming with the fishes.<br /></div></div><br />The great flood is washing away homes and rats, so my friends tell me. And that Lee Super Plaza (according to Dom's post) had to close at 5PM because the flood reached the counter?! This is not good. And I wish I could get in touch with my family but I can't because I don't even have a phone at the moment.<br /><br />George reports there were rats the size of kittens hiding out under their car, trying to escape the flood. And that Buñao had water that was waist-deep, with diapers floating along and rats trying to keep on living. And that you can't see the benches in Freedome Park because it's submerged in water. I hope my family is okay.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-18522124426600732192009-02-08T22:01:00.007+08:002009-02-08T22:50:00.194+08:00Goodbye, Preciousss<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc128/gigi68/LOTR/gollum.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 319px;" src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc128/gigi68/LOTR/gollum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Sneaky little Hobbitses up and carried off my Motorola L6 last Thursday! The filthy little thieves! We hates them, we hates them!<br /><br />Sadness. Take a moment and help me mourn the death of a very good tech friend.<br /><br />My preciouss is now officially lossst and I'm going to have to go on another quest to find a replacement. I started the quest earlier this afternoon and I'm going nuts trying to choose. It's so hard.<br /><br />This is like having a bad break-up... I've had that phone number since time immemorial. It's the first sim I bought, and it's been eight years - forcibly taken away and now I have to start fresh. I'm still in mourning, actually. The separation sucks and I hate the knowledge that I'll have to spam all of you and ask for your phone numbers again.<br /><br />Maybe it's a good thing I have Facebook.<br /><br />Yes, the universe has plans for everything and this is probably life's way of screaming at me to get a new phone and a new phone number instead of procrastinating.<br /><br />So the question is: Globe, Smart, TM, Talk and Text, Sun? What's it going to be? I'm comfortable with Globe, I wouldn't touch Talk and Text though. My latest children have been screaming their choices and they're almost unanimously Globe. Should I still stay with them? Their customer service sucks, big time. Like really sucks. Don't call Globe customer service unless you want an excuse to blow your top and have your blood pressure regulated.<br /><br />Having lost my cellphone (and, subsequently, the method by which the outside world contacts me) is strangely liberating. I'd forgotten what it was like to not be so readily available. I'm not very sure if I like it at the moment. The silence is deafening.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-87864663340529945502009-02-01T02:16:00.004+08:002009-02-01T05:10:46.451+08:00Headline Porn, Horrifically<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPyJusL_hJo9dNcNYuWcIj6OUU68_woEAwFelQpJePVtm9CfqLkQBm6hfkcqQeBV8t0u1k3lNkaXuAFauJvNHdwcDk5kNNbk-y7-AkyqZz88pXTB8YPgGuwWM93JbUpv6mfEfO1fBxd8/s1600-h/30-01-09_0034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPyJusL_hJo9dNcNYuWcIj6OUU68_woEAwFelQpJePVtm9CfqLkQBm6hfkcqQeBV8t0u1k3lNkaXuAFauJvNHdwcDk5kNNbk-y7-AkyqZz88pXTB8YPgGuwWM93JbUpv6mfEfO1fBxd8/s400/30-01-09_0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297525524628010386" border="0" /></a>On a sobering note, this has been making people crazywild all last week - and the madness just keeps going strong. A call center supervisor was found dead, her body stuffed in two garbage bags. She'd been stabbed 24 times. Crimes of passion.<br /><br />Really, the only reason it's struck such a note is because the "mastermind" used to work in the account I work for, so a lot of people know her and the emails have been flying. It's surreal. I knew that girl, even sent a kudos email for her. It's very weird to see someone I know dominating the headlines. While the crime is horrible and ghastly, seeing work colleagues make the headlines has also made me think - have I been in this city too long?Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-53067095628411305952009-02-01T01:48:00.005+08:002009-02-01T04:28:50.934+08:00Ichthyo-Therapy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxgIqVAS2ESz9RTgGyNBo-GdMxLNodcXMGtGpKgmJ6A30z_zF6O3N_YGxkG2bgUEj6miJMt0sXOBRq2cTJsQhhwh7eAm1D1BR_Xsk3Lb1l1MNUQOdRf5icUuiYtN3CHI7-gyy4X-FbBw/s1600-h/24-01-09_1858.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxgIqVAS2ESz9RTgGyNBo-GdMxLNodcXMGtGpKgmJ6A30z_zF6O3N_YGxkG2bgUEj6miJMt0sXOBRq2cTJsQhhwh7eAm1D1BR_Xsk3Lb1l1MNUQOdRf5icUuiYtN3CHI7-gyy4X-FbBw/s320/24-01-09_1858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297521282319983858" border="0" /></a>I know, the fridge wasn't enough. Here's more craziness from the mecca you really need to visit. With lights!<br /><br />Imagine the beauty of a single fat koi swimming (okay, wriggling in place) lazily around in that little tank right beside your laptop. It's powered by your laptop so you can't turn the thing off or the koi will die.<br /><br />Don't let your koi die. It's therapeutic to watch fish. Remember the aquarium channel? This is loads more fun, I promise.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-7002859051364041562009-02-01T01:33:00.005+08:002009-02-01T01:46:15.216+08:00Just Chillin'The bliss! The utter bliss! See, this is why I love CD-R King. I hate the queue, but I love the produce. I was holding my breath and waiting for the day they start selling kitchen sinks you can connect to your PC via USB, and thought it was never gonna happen. But no. CD-R King did me one better and showed me that wishes do come true:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimRLqPnGdb3UbFwRyjF1sHRBa-7KH79YZrHDbYsHC_zSQXOqH5BUAUPfzaPhuS3sU3oK9YLEuAGTe4m268C1eH7BkEs7J1zOchzMMW4Uu-OeGF8TT4jNYcLv1BGHC6lXH5l_gFmnVEPaE/s1600-h/24-01-09_1856.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimRLqPnGdb3UbFwRyjF1sHRBa-7KH79YZrHDbYsHC_zSQXOqH5BUAUPfzaPhuS3sU3oK9YLEuAGTe4m268C1eH7BkEs7J1zOchzMMW4Uu-OeGF8TT4jNYcLv1BGHC6lXH5l_gFmnVEPaE/s320/24-01-09_1856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297513833753273922" border="0" /></a>Ahahahahahahaah!!! Feast your eyes on "the only way to keep your drink cold while you're at your computer!" Yeah, because you can't be bothered to drag your lazy fat butt out of the chair to visit the fridge. This is the future... we're all going to be stuck in our chairs facing our PCs, and everything will be connected via USB.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_Eu-obsvDh75zDNLN4DqGKQ9q6jrdaaE0lUU1XYmNVQ85HUKAQJNqx1PBC0EfJE7fRvj_2ufXLsVm4nOWs-fMwEdy8g5YV0HZpINIw-V7XOoP8hAGOd1E4Gr6iSgMkWiqhLfwTlHgVo/s1600-h/24-01-09_1857.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_Eu-obsvDh75zDNLN4DqGKQ9q6jrdaaE0lUU1XYmNVQ85HUKAQJNqx1PBC0EfJE7fRvj_2ufXLsVm4nOWs-fMwEdy8g5YV0HZpINIw-V7XOoP8hAGOd1E4Gr6iSgMkWiqhLfwTlHgVo/s320/24-01-09_1857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297514800718485730" border="0" /></a>Here's the inside of this modern-day miracle. Isn't it wonderful, technology nowadays? We've gone from placing bottles in a running stream, to iceboxes, to this. You know you want one. You know you do.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-91889983260630070932009-02-01T01:27:00.003+08:002009-02-01T01:31:47.350+08:00Headline Porn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha91LTsBelFj3NqHfglrMXJ6FVTOnjgzx82AwlVrjeijj7rR-FszAhjOwce0kk5fKeJTqbdT1Grl8GH_18TU78kl3dhoBnpTf4yooSf1PXEccuZEwnldW7vHonDb1bt-TCT4hL9XvNKek/s1600-h/15-01-09_1047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha91LTsBelFj3NqHfglrMXJ6FVTOnjgzx82AwlVrjeijj7rR-FszAhjOwce0kk5fKeJTqbdT1Grl8GH_18TU78kl3dhoBnpTf4yooSf1PXEccuZEwnldW7vHonDb1bt-TCT4hL9XvNKek/s400/15-01-09_1047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297511322325963810" border="0" /></a>It's been a while since we've been graced by the yummy goodness of Headline Porn. I thought this was worth sharing, since I believe I lost hope when my favorite Ang Playboy just disappeared from the shelves... err... yeah, you know what I mean.<br /><br />Isn't this a lovely example of responsible investigative journalism? Hataw is now my new Headline Porn source of choice. This is why we go to school! This is why we refuse to just pay for some fake-ass diploma. This type of hardcore journalism takes guts and dedication. Our future is bright.<br /><br />Tissues are in the drawer to the right. Have fun.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-82530431442667099612009-01-26T00:02:00.004+08:002009-01-26T00:07:38.020+08:00Obamacized<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://obamiconme.pastemagazine.com/entries/images/c0/0a/1137/original_image.gif?1231373520"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 426px;" src="http://obamiconme.pastemagazine.com/entries/images/c0/0a/1137/original_image.gif?1231373520" alt="" border="0" /></a>Remember that iconic Obama image? It's gone viral. Want to be an iconic image too? Go have your fun at the <a href="http://obamiconme.pastemagazine.com/">Obama icon generator</a>. Here's mine:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlOPiy85_sDspaEsWlx4xUbcI4RlZEO0Ex9Rex7Ir4bkL6AD8Wg0eJYYnxlQN2rTM350OZmd4XM4j14TxwjOfPh06elAmZR8fP5BPfSv8sNB_EV0fPcOXWHKegTqxFHapeK51XJkdR2E/s1600-h/hi-there.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlOPiy85_sDspaEsWlx4xUbcI4RlZEO0Ex9Rex7Ir4bkL6AD8Wg0eJYYnxlQN2rTM350OZmd4XM4j14TxwjOfPh06elAmZR8fP5BPfSv8sNB_EV0fPcOXWHKegTqxFHapeK51XJkdR2E/s400/hi-there.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295262421843297746" border="0" /></a>Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-66200862565568108542009-01-25T23:31:00.003+08:002009-01-25T23:39:45.915+08:00Got Milk?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2073/204/36/603453176/n603453176_1459364_3281.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 265px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2073/204/36/603453176/n603453176_1459364_3281.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Here's the training team's alpha she-male copping a self-feel while posing in front of a mysterious room at SM City, Cebu. Dreams may come true! Someday you and I might wake up and find Paulie doing the big bajiggle on the Ops floor. He says he's doing the hormones this year. I couldn't help myself.<br /><br />Honestly, what goes on behind the blue shades? Are the lactating mothers whipping out their boobies and feeding the hungry? Strangely, we heard no baby-wailing. Shouldn't there be crying babies here? It's all very mysterious. I wanted to go in to see for myself, but sometimes the mysteries are better than reality.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-30111931455261935892009-01-25T22:08:00.004+08:002009-01-25T23:23:35.143+08:00Socially YoursI had an interesting conversation about sociopathic tendencies with my friends last week. Beneath our composed exteriors lie shades of sociopathy. I ended up wondering if that's what keeps us together as friends - our mutual dislike for society. Or the society we were in, really. (High School counts as a society.)<br /><br />Oh, I'm not a sociopath. I just have minor tendencies, I think. Being a full-fledged sociopath entails having absolutely no conscience, single-minded resolve to subdue, and the ability to lie your way through life. I can't lie to save my life, and have a guilt-complex to boot. Sociopaths do not like people - to them, people are instruments, means to an end. The thing is, sometimes people bring it on themselves. It's really easy not to like people, society as a whole.<br /><br />How do you contain the bile, when you see the stupidity that goes on in Friendster, for one thing? I have always maintained my distance from that site, having seen countless millions go glazed-eyed and succumb to the glitter, and photo ops, and the stupid comments, the adding people you barely know. <br /><br />This is why I like Facebook. It just doesn't feel the same. As elitist as that seems, Facebook feels like a site for people who have more to do than worry about testimonials and glittery looking profiles.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-31537004951931216862009-01-25T20:03:00.003+08:002009-01-25T22:32:43.011+08:00Furry and Yellow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.australianopen.com/images/pics/large/b_suareznavarro_22_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 313px;" src="http://www.australianopen.com/images/pics/large/b_suareznavarro_22_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I've been watching the Australian Open since last week. Particularly blown away by the Venus Williams - Carla Suarez Navarro match. The Spaniard seriously took my breath away - at first because she was just so... un-telegenic. As unfair as that sounds, we have to face it. A lot of tennis players have the cuteness factor going on. Even Serena manages to sway our attention from her profile by wearing outlandish outfits. But Carla looked like a geek. The overbite, untamed curly hair, tennis outfit straight outta the eighties... makeover screaming to happen. And then I got past her looks, because with a backhand like hers, you just tend to forget how she looks and focus on how she plays. True talent. Her backhand is a bitch, and she can hit winners like no one's business.<br /><br />She had the lean, athletic Venus running all over the court, making errors. It was like watching the tennis version of The Karate Kid. Absolutely amazing. I was clapping my ass off. It's not everyday you get to see Venus Williams get her ass handed to her, but Carla Suarez Navarro did it, and she did it well.<br /><br />This is why I like tennis. Beneath its veneer of civilization, it's like watching two gladiators trying to kill each other. With a little yellow ball.<br /><br />PS: Why is Federer so grim? The last time I saw him tripping on court, he was relaxed, happy and looking like a blast from the past at Wimbledon 2008. It's the Australian Open and he's not world number one anymore. Now he just looks so... tired. He needs a facial.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-80146406199878927092009-01-11T11:31:00.003+08:002009-01-11T11:40:42.474+08:00Clockwork Orange<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.publicdomainpictures.net/pictures/1000/nahled/oranges.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 159px;" src="http://www.publicdomainpictures.net/pictures/1000/nahled/oranges.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Lame, utterly useless story of the day: for some crazy reason I've been eating oranges for the past two weeks. Have to say they really are a great way to kick the nasty nasals - you know, when you've got that scratchy, drippy feeling in the back of your throat and the next day it turns into a runny nose. It's a newfound love! It's like opening your eyes and realizing that the thing you've ignored is actually a gem. Or something. Did that make any sense?<br /><br />I've only just learned how to really, properly eat an orange. I never used to "eat" them, I'd just suck all the juice out and throw the pulp away. Looking back it's all so wasteful. I take pride in only leaving the rind and pips. They're really yummy. I'm having oranges in my future home 24/7; I think a fruit basket would be a colorful decoration. Not that I'm the best decorator on earth, but yeah.<br /><br />So, an average orange has 62 calories and a ton of vitamins. Apparently you can burn of 62 calories just by sitting in a chair for 25 minutes. Yay!Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-68859155466095791932009-01-11T09:26:00.003+08:002009-01-11T09:29:08.807+08:00Headline Porn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5Bry4Jc3EJCPAKnSzJ6cqR7Nof_7HW-d0u97UQZ1mFYQXaiBolTRTrVBg1sZUbNO0M-Cf0snLpLdjR2g_h7FwXyuqgWFBBN4d1CJIYHTFHNQsmdNfWavrfDElf81XTa1atKQPArJZGg/s1600-h/09-01-09_0732.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu5Bry4Jc3EJCPAKnSzJ6cqR7Nof_7HW-d0u97UQZ1mFYQXaiBolTRTrVBg1sZUbNO0M-Cf0snLpLdjR2g_h7FwXyuqgWFBBN4d1CJIYHTFHNQsmdNfWavrfDElf81XTa1atKQPArJZGg/s400/09-01-09_0732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289841645202001330" border="0" /></a>What a glorious way to begin the year. Look what just dropped from the sky. Headline Porn coming up, piping hot and so effing fresh!<br /><br />Isn't it wonderful how they just give you ointment for the sores? Why not give band-aids for open heart surgery? I love it. What we need are Haz-Mat suits and a few tons of Clorox, not to mention regular baths to clean this up. Not just ointment, sheesh.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-73853424606486583732009-01-07T23:23:00.004+08:002009-01-07T23:34:46.023+08:00Pancreas of Evil<a href="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9325/dvdawongfoodet1jn0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/9325/dvdawongfoodet1jn0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>I know this is late but Patrick Swayze has pancreatic cancer, and he's had it for about a year now. Not Miss Vida Boheme! Miss Vida should not be going the way of Rudy Fernandez. Not the queen of the Manhattan Bohemes. Who else could feel like Miss Jayne Mansfield in a $50 broken down rattletrap of a car?</div><div></div><br /><div>Click <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/Story?id=6580801&page=3">here</a> to read Barbara Walter's interview with her. Seeing that fabulous self wasting away is just so sad. Wishing only good things for you, Miss Vida.</div>Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-90973052764722276022009-01-04T18:37:00.003+08:002009-01-04T18:47:30.509+08:00Lunchtime T & A<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RH64GwewtBA&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RH64GwewtBA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />It may sound prudish, but shouldn't shows like these be confined to off-peak hours when the children are sleeping? Yes, you say? Not in this country. This is the intro to Wowowee's Pera o Bayong segment, airing daily at high noon. Somehow, with the children at the dinner table, it just feels like we're exposing them to smut and soft-core porn too early in the day.<br /><br />I sometimes feel like Wowowee should start handing out condoms, tissues and small sachets of Jergens to the audience. Because, y'know - it's just needed. It's lunchtime! Come and get your daily diet of tits and ass! Look at all the horny people in the audience. And the grandmas taking pictures. Why is no one protesting? I see children! This is family time!<br /><br />It's like being at the Bikini Open with the family. Is anyone beyond feeling numb anymore?<br /><br />If this is the mental diet we're feeding the children, woe betide the next generation. We'll end up raising a new order of STD-ridden, promiscuous whores. I know my generation was supposed to be the shocker of the millennium, but we're young innocent virgins compared to the future by-products of whoever watches this daily. This is just all sorts of wrong.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-20959807555967445312009-01-04T18:13:00.005+08:002009-01-04T18:35:37.262+08:00Blech<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHSfBPvbDH4jVE3wqEnA_n_tzDcNecQ-PJrMsuj7dA_EZxXLt8f0MDwb_ZJUPbh_Rm1P2UhYM27MAVFGJ30O01NdM2V3PuzBDUfIfqNVdzZD2i8MCKCQrngSPac-QdDmDr5Jf_HAvtixI/s1600-h/ang-tanging-ina-nyong-lahat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHSfBPvbDH4jVE3wqEnA_n_tzDcNecQ-PJrMsuj7dA_EZxXLt8f0MDwb_ZJUPbh_Rm1P2UhYM27MAVFGJ30O01NdM2V3PuzBDUfIfqNVdzZD2i8MCKCQrngSPac-QdDmDr5Jf_HAvtixI/s320/ang-tanging-ina-nyong-lahat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287383914828120338" border="0" /></a>Speaking of movies, I can't wait until that blasted MMFF is over and we're not force-fed stupid Tagalog flicks anymore.<br /><br />The last time I watched a Tagalog flick was that Judy Ann-Piolo starrer, and I came out of it emotionally scarred. Never again. I can't do it. It's just... stupid. Spoonfed, sugary and stupid. Yes, we have some saving graces, but those are blips on a radar clogged with ridiculous wastes of time. Case in point: Ang Tanging Ina N'yong Lahat. Another case in point: Iskul Bukol. When will this insanity end? Do we really need to sit through another round of shitty, meaningless schlock with aging comedians who have the same schtick?<br /><br />If it's not some "comedy" it's something about an ugly person who ultimately becomes beautiful and lives happily ever after. Why do ugly people never live happily ever after in Tagalog movies/soap operas? Ugly people are only good for a laugh. We are slaves to the Disney myth: everyone must be happy, pretty and start singing.<br /><br />I don't see it as snobbery. It's not colonial mentality. It's about being entertained. Entertain me! I am the hungry blood-crazed mob, and Ayala Cinema 1 is my Colosseum. They make us pay through the nose to watch flicks, and I'd like to get my money's worth, <span style="font-style: italic;">thankyouverymuch.</span> Yes, I know. But I am a brainwashed consumerist (not proud of it, not ashamed of it either) and I make no pretensions. I don't really need the "deep" movies, the elegiac, prosaic, noirish stories that are spun - although I do enjoy some of them. Movies are an escape from the dreariness of real life; I like to forget about reality for a while.<br /><br />I've seen some really good Tagalog movies - the Brocka's, Bernal's, even the Vilma Santos as Darna movies... but lately, they're all cut out of the same cookie-cutter, boring, predictable mold. Which is why Tagalog flicks just don't do it for me.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-64960432222983165332009-01-04T17:59:00.002+08:002009-01-04T18:11:11.373+08:00Movie Checklist of '09You already know I've set aside some clams for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Seems like 2009 is going to be a banner year for great movies, because here's some of the potential <span style="font-style: italic;">hitz</span> that are going to make me a lot poorer in the pocket this year:<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=48169656">X-MEN ORIGINS: WOLVERINE</a><br /><object width="425" height="360"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=48169656,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=48169656,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="360"></embed></object><br />Since I'll pay to watch anything with a shirtless and wet Hugh Jackman, this is a no-brainer. The gift that just keeps on giving! Playing to type, Ryan Reynolds is in this too - as mouthy mercenary Deadpool. Plus it has Gambit! Gambit's in it! Gambit's in it! Here's me doing my little dance of joy. Finally. I'm a little disappointed that he isn't played by Josh Holloway, but I'll save the griping until after the movie.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=40200742">Watchmen</a><br /><object width="425" height="360"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=40200742,t=1,mt=video,searchID=979a0d32-0d00-4b3b-9534-fe8510f1a036,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=40200742,t=1,mt=video,searchID=979a0d32-0d00-4b3b-9534-fe8510f1a036,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="360"></embed></object><br />I'm watching this, just because it looks so darned cool. Except for the guy with the cape, who looks sorta like Hawkeye which is kinda gay.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i8GJnlNUa7o&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i8GJnlNUa7o&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />And then there's this - they really are milking the graphic novel for all it's worth, but another example of being too cool to miss out on.<br /><br />There's so much more that'll be fun to watch: Revolutionary Road, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Terminator: Salvation, Australia (hey, Hugh Jackman's in it and he's shirtless again). Hooray for 2009!Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-48239268696702073532009-01-04T01:10:00.002+08:002009-01-04T01:18:01.607+08:00Ear Candy<div style="width: 300px;"><object width="300" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/4uW2PHOXzm/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/4uW2PHOXzm/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="340"></embed></object><div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"><div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /></a></div><form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"><input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"><input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"><div style="padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&ek=4uW2PHOXzm"><img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&ek=4uW2PHOXzm"><img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&ek=4uW2PHOXzm"><img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&ek=4uW2PHOXzm"><img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/4uW2PHOXzm/" border="0" /></a></div></form></div></div><br /><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/4E1r5NL/playlist/jpBs2Voz/todays_singles_music_playlist/">Todays Singles</a><br /><br />This'll be my travel soundtrack. Hate to say it, but some things shouldn't be postponed. If the weather cooperates, I really will have to drag my unwilling ass back to La Sugbu soon. Ah well.<br /><br />At any rate - my Mnemosyne is currently chomping on Lady GaGa's Poker Face, and Taylor Swift's White Horse. The former has me dancing around, the latter has me dreamily staring out of the window at the pouring rain, it's so heart-rending.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-17953728064435289662009-01-03T23:21:00.004+08:002009-01-04T00:48:25.997+08:00Holding On<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUXTEl1RZFcgqTvgXa5v5vGcPH4CeFOA0FLGZqEJS_RUJNvwvPTzkW-Uz4b1YAVHaBKcHEQO5daSKfPVNh3-8JjBZdSBtZhi5M3wcwsc0iayQXMMV3hR2QvMNwWb2tZH3BC5kDUCLrQH0/s1600-h/rizal+blvd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUXTEl1RZFcgqTvgXa5v5vGcPH4CeFOA0FLGZqEJS_RUJNvwvPTzkW-Uz4b1YAVHaBKcHEQO5daSKfPVNh3-8JjBZdSBtZhi5M3wcwsc0iayQXMMV3hR2QvMNwWb2tZH3BC5kDUCLrQH0/s320/rizal+blvd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287110196883321394" border="0" /></a>Is there a cure? I don't want to do this! I have separation anxiety - if I were an editorial cartoon, I'd be a screaming little piglet with my nails (hooves?) dug into the island of Negros, kicking wildly while two hands drag me back to the island of Cebu.<br /><br />I think this vacay has been way too long. I usually don't have a problem going back to big ol' La Sugbu, but it seems to be so hard right now. George says she gets it everytime she has to head back to work. I think it's because we end up getting used to life back home (it's way too easy!) and having to shift gears again and go back to what was is just so... tiresome.<br /><br />Still, I have words of wisdom from Mishka, PS's resident socialite: just "drag yourself to the office and convince yourself that you love your job."<br /><br />So that's what I'm going to do. Soon. I think.<br /><br />The weather's certainly a great excuse to put it off. It's been so windy! It's dark and gloomy and I love it. I've always loved the cold. Georgie and I took a nice ambling walk through the streets of our hometown just a few hours ago. At 10PM. The great thing about Dumaguete is you can walk around at that time of night and not have people flagging you down, thinking you're prostitutes. It's also great to have relative peace from horny heckling taxi drivers. It's very relaxing. And therapeutic. Mostly because of the wind, really. And the fact that everyone's at home in bed watching Dyosa and other inane BS that gets shown on ABS-CBN.<br /><br />I'm going to miss Dumaguete. I don't wanna goooo!Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-57241871867142319812009-01-02T22:47:00.005+08:002009-01-02T23:15:26.285+08:00A Hairy New Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMcIs0vB23_O3uyMJoxaD9NwNDUHi9rxA-drQuQG04RHqcDk_GedAElxZSNM21EV_qzZSLqWlAuewXi1g-R-RwzSmzurNY1OK9OLwWuNlqXUOqDynMll8Tc3Mt0LOPKVPMNdoLZDuwjLo/s1600-h/hairyjoaquinphoenix.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMcIs0vB23_O3uyMJoxaD9NwNDUHi9rxA-drQuQG04RHqcDk_GedAElxZSNM21EV_qzZSLqWlAuewXi1g-R-RwzSmzurNY1OK9OLwWuNlqXUOqDynMll8Tc3Mt0LOPKVPMNdoLZDuwjLo/s200/hairyjoaquinphoenix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286712044964485282" border="0" /></a>Bet you don't know that this guy played Johnny Cash. Joaquin Phoenix and all his hair would like to greet all of you a Happy 2009! I may not look like he does right now, but inside, I feel the way he looks. Gnarly to the maximum.<br /><br />Way to go - this is my inspiration for getting thin. Even the hottest of the hot (okay, he wasn't <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> hot) can have slow days. Like this guy.<br /><br />Maybe he's depressed?<br /><br />Anyhoo, time for my yearly resolutions - which usually go down the "eff-it-all" drain - and of course top on the list is to.... drum roll... lose weight! Yes, I said this last year and I will say it every year because what the hey, it's one of the only things that I never manage to do. Not lose weight. Make resolutions, I mean. Wait, last year I resolved to eat nothing but oatmeal. That never came to fruition of course. There's a reason why oatmeal is the usual metaphor for the words "boring" and "bland". That's what it is!<br /><br />But I'm learning. Goals must be SMART, after all:<br /><br />S - specific<br />M - measurable<br />A - attainable<br />R - realistic<br />T - time-bound<br /><br />With that in mind, I resolve to be at least 105 lbs. by April 2009 and hit the gym at least once a week. Lose the poundage! I will need to do this, or else it will be too late to stop mysefl from transmogrifying into Mrs. Potato Head.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-86516064933133205172008-12-30T22:57:00.003+08:002008-12-30T23:15:00.396+08:00Today's Jukebox Single<div style="width: 300px;"><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/GTWcoWYmH9/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/GTWcoWYmH9/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"><div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /></a></div><form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"><input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"><input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"><div style="padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&ek=GTWcoWYmH9"><img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&ek=GTWcoWYmH9"><img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&ek=GTWcoWYmH9"><img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&ek=GTWcoWYmH9"><img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/GTWcoWYmH9/" border="0" /></a></div></form></div></div><br /><a href="http://www.imeem.com/brandy/music/JmSamZ0M/brandy_long_distance/">Long Distance - Brandy</a><br /><br />For the <span style="font-style: italic;">emotera</span> in you. This one strikes a particularly ringing note with me. I think I like this one, for obvious reasons. Trite!<br /><br />Alright, alright. I would like to dedicate this song to all the modern mail-order brides in the universe who spend most of their time in internet cafes. I am thinking of the one who modeled a leopard-print one-piece bathing suit in Aldea's internet cafe. (Chuck, thank you for the story, and the subsequently hilarious mental picture.) I'd also like to send this out to the 50-ish old lady I saw in Netfinity who was aiming the webcam at her cleavage. Happy New Year and best of luck!Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-61871464903320447342008-12-30T22:27:00.002+08:002008-12-30T22:47:04.958+08:00Snorkk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.paulnoll.com/China/Zodiac/zodiac-pig-pic.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 208px;" src="http://www.paulnoll.com/China/Zodiac/zodiac-pig-pic.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />That's what I look like right now. Like a bloated, barrel-like... thing. I'm horrendous! Horrendous, I tell you. Someone has to cart me away to fat camp and make me sweat and toil. Shut up, I know I've been whining about the weight for ages. I seem to have literally gone hog wild this holiday season. Maybe I've been enjoying myself too much.<br /><br />I keep saying this every year. Groan. Something has to give, seriously. I can't take being this fat anymore! Thank goodness there's only New Year's Eve to worry about and then it's back to the daily grind of work, pollution and self-imposed starvation - also known as my life in La Sugbu.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-24173896462801978112008-12-25T18:12:00.003+08:002008-12-28T22:23:58.768+08:00NarcissusI have a new child. It's metallic and pink. It's sleek and sexy. It fits in my pocket. I have named it Narcissus - after the egotistic, self-loving Greek youth who drowned himself because his reflection couldn't love him back. (Yes, it's nutty like that.) Guess what Narcissus does? I'll give you an Oreo cookie if you get it right.<br /><br />People think it's pretentious (Illi) or stupid (Alex) to name one's things. True, I don't name everything in my closet, but I do name the ones that actually have to work for me. As in play me my music and take my pictures. I think they deserve names.<br /><br />Wait, this isn't fair to my TV and my DVD player. What shall I name those two? They're always the traditionally forgotten ones, like the broom or the airconditioner. Maybe because they stay at home all the time and never really tag along with me?<br /><br /><br />UPDATE: I've decided to give it a last name, just to shake things up. Therefore from here on out, it shall be known as: Narcissus Bellavista. And here's the picture you wanted.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.picturecorrect.com/images/208/olympus-fe320-review.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 173px;" src="http://www.picturecorrect.com/images/208/olympus-fe320-review.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-4979498605439258542008-12-25T16:41:00.003+08:002008-12-25T18:11:51.819+08:00Happye Holidayes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/4376752/2/istockphoto_4376752-tropical-christmas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/4376752/2/istockphoto_4376752-tropical-christmas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>It's the holidays and I'm psyched to be out of the big steaming pot o' pollution also known as La Sugbu! Almost two whole weeks! Whee!<br /><br />I'm back in my hometown of Dumaguete and so happy I could squeak. Actually, I think I have a few times. It's just so surprisingly good to be back. Something inside me has been clamoring for a taste of home - for the comfort food I love: my mom's squash con gata, mango ice cream sandwiches, buko pandan, macaroni salad, fried fish. Having fun eating <span style="font-style: italic;">bongkawil</span>. For the activities I miss doing: going to the <span style="font-style: italic;">tabo </span>just off the Provincial Hospital premises, buying 1/4 kilo of tomatoes for php8, buying a bunch of bananas for php22. Lee Super Plaza. Cang's. The 2-for-1 combos at the movies (right now I'm waiting for the Nights in Rodanthe/Star Wars: Clone Wars combo, it's coming soon at Ultra Vision). Driving around, using my brother's souped up motorbike. Wind in my face. 99% less smokers. Tempura nights. Sans Rival.<br /><br />They aren't kidding when they say there's no place like home. For some reason, the longing for being home was sharper for me this year. It's good, getting to obey the call. Merry Christmas, everybody!Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-30356547566043331442008-12-13T21:13:00.002+08:002008-12-13T21:37:33.138+08:00Aaah!<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUl39kW4cug&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUl39kW4cug&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />How did I miss this?! How? How? I'm racking my brain for reasons and answers... how could I have missed Simple Plan's latest album singles? Wiki tells me it's because it's mostly webcast, and I usually am online on weekends only. Yay! New Simple Plan material! This actually, shockingly, makes me want to go out and buy their CD.<br /><br />I have a soft spot in my heart for Simple Plan. Partly because I enjoy their music - be it punk boy adolescent ridiculousness, or philanthropically driven, I love Simple Plan. It's also partly because Pierre, the lead singer, reminds me of Alex. Yay, Simple Plan! Looks like I found my soundtrack of the day.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108348077154402110.post-35482749022121162282008-12-13T20:28:00.005+08:002008-12-13T21:00:35.063+08:00Diva la 90'sQuelle surprise - in my quiet desperation I reached for some YouTube videos of vintage Whitney Houston before she turned into a crazy crack addict. And it worked! I'm a little bit happier now. I suppose this might be a temporary form of therapy.<br /><br /><div><object width="300" height="200"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2FXyrW0zJb2lceFAs&related=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k2FXyrW0zJb2lceFAs&related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="381"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x22xvs_whitney-houston-its-not-right-but-i_music">Whitney Houston - It's Not Right But It's Okay</a></b><br /><i>Uploaded by <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Dante35">Dante35</a></i></div><br />I forgot how empowering Whitney used to be. Yes, it helps that a number of her hits have turned into gay anthems, which appeals to my inner fag hag. Beside her, Destiny's Child/Beyonce are second-rate, trying hard copycats. This is how it's done.<br /><br />That just made sound like some superfierce queen idn't it? There's no hope for me, is there. Two snaps! Two snaps and an air kiss!<br /><br />Some Mariah pre-boob implants and the ever-reliable Celine Dion also helped brighten my evening just a teeny bit. I love the nineties.<br /><br />How did we go from the moving, stirring songs with meaning to the crap that just keeps playing on repeat these days? Songs used to have meaning. I'm a brainwashed consumerist, true - but the poppy "hitz" of yesteryear still hold a lot of substance even now, ten years later. This is it. Proof positive that we are all on the slow march downhill to Brain-dead City.Nikkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13752661454195305882noreply@blogger.com0