"Sa Lovelife mong panis, CONTROL + ALT + DELETE" - Rico Blanco

Hay...kung pwede lang isha-shut down ko na.

Hey dude, stop crying or else we'll be forced to build the next Noah's Ark.

Hey dude, stop crying or else we'll be forced to build the next Noah's Ark.

That was what I told myself when I saw the heavy downpour last Saturday. Whoever says that boys don't cry? I know hell hath no fury than a woman scorned but look at the havoc that this storm has wreak. The weather is indeed crazy.

So was I. (VMA Madonna, is that you?)

I kept texting my sister that day. I was very worried about them but they told me not to go home because the flood won't subside (and they know that I'm paranoid about Leptospirosis). A good child obeys her parents so I decided to stay at work and keep my soul awake.

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

It was not a hard day's night. The lack of sleep was compensated by the abundance of food. Free food for three days - gluttony at its best.

I tried to get enough shut eye during breaks. But whenever my mind is on the brink of getting lost in slumber, the newsflash of flood levels and the number of people who needed help brings me back to earth. All I did was shut my eye and pray.

My sister texted me that Frankie ( the Bitch, err...the dog) won't calm down when she saw flood touching our stairs. What made me more worried was when Sis told me that my cat swam in the flood and almost drowned. When I got home, I found the cat sleeping in the window all wet and smelly. I covered her with an old shirt. When she opened her eyes, I told her "Who the heck told you that it's fun to swim in the flood? Now, you've got 8 lives left."

Someone tried to befriend me that day (or night), but too bad I was a total SNOB. I'm sorry but it was squidward you met that day. I know you tried to reach out but I let a dear friend talk to you instead. I will understand if you'll have a bad impression of me. I'm fine with it. But it will not change the way I think of you. You're a nice a person and I was cold. Actually. I'm painfully shy. It takes time for me to break the ice and let little miss sunshine get out of the shell.

But I did listen to you. And wonder what was your gesture all about?

Maybe someday when I meet you in the corridor, I would smile and say "H!" but I won't expect you to smile back, but you can if you want.

Maybe someday I won't turn away when you glance at me.

Maybe someday I'll figure this out.

But if you're just playing. Just leave me alone.

Another dear friend told me that things will unfold if they are meant to unfold. So for now, I will try not to think about it because sleep is a luxury in a weather like this.

P.S. The charity of Christ urges us all. Please help in every way that you can.

On a lighter note, it's show choir season once again, so please watch GLEE (on ETC) and Spectacular (on Nickelodeon). They are two of the things that make me happy these days. Just click on the links to see a sampler.

The Ugly Truth - He's just not that into you

It’s been a while since my words touched this territory. Forgive me if I fail to keep you updated with my interestingly boring life but I suddenly felt like a widow when Michael Jackson died. Yeah, it’s crazy. I can’t write anything but him. He seemed to be everywhere and I just can’t stop loving his songs. I wonder if Lisa and Debbie felt the same way. Something tells me he was just not that into them.

What would you do if you have found out that the guy you’re crazy in love with is not into you? Would you just move on and accept the ugly truth? Or stick with him until he’s finally into you?

Two weeks ago, I went out to see my collegiala friends. Yeah right! Now this is the female conyotic version of Ryan Agoncillo. As usual, we talked about the number of jobs we hated and we the number of boys we dated. Don’t ask for the figures for there’s no need for recount and we only ended up thinking why our civil status are all the same.

SINGLE

And it’s complicated.

Lately, I’m getting fed up of thinking of reasons why I haven’t found the mythical one. Am I just looking for someone (a problem) that I will regret wishing for in the end? Or am I so good enough to be asked out? It’s so Chucked-up. I’m beginning to let go and let God.

Oh praise the Lord, I saw someone. But hold your horses, I’m still not sure if he’s just bored of being single in Friendster but committed in real life or if he really likes me. This sounds so high school. Why do guys love mind games?

TIPS

Aside from the Time Traveler’s Wife, another movie to look forward to is The Ugly Truth. But before you watch this film, you might want to watch He’s Just Not That Into You first. Although Justin Long’s lecture on Dating 101 would make anyone fall asleep, his tips on how to get the right guy make sense. Here are quotes from the movie that will help all of us figure out whatever needs to be figured out:

"If you can find him, then he can find you. If he wants to find you, he will."

“What if you meet the love of your life? Are you suppose to let that pass you by?”

"Men don’t forget how much they like you. So put down the phone."

“How stupid is that a girl has to wait for a guy’s call anyway, right?”

“If a guy treats you like he doesn’t give a s--- it’s because he doesn’t give a s---.”

“We are all programmed to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you.”

"An excuse is a polite rejection. Men are not afraid of “ruining the friendship.”

"You are good enough to be asked out."

"Just because you like to lead doesn’t mean he wants to dance. Some traditions are born of nature and last through time for a reason."

“- Maybe he lost my number or is out of town or got hit by a cab.

- Or maybe he is not interested in seeing you again?”

"Don’t get tricked into asking him out. If he likes you, he’ll do the asking."

For now, I would just let things stay normal. If he likes me, then he likes me. That’s his problem.

I wish that he does because it’s not easy to buy his glances if he’s not really into me.

Gone Too Soon

Tinseltown is grieving the loss of two of their superstars. The first is a music royalty who moonwalked his way to stardom while the other is a sex symbol who won the hearts of many by being an angel. Let's take a look on how these extraordinary individuals changed the history of pop culture.

"This is it. This is really is it. The final curtain call."

- Michael Jackson

3T is one of my favorite acts in the '90s. I enjoyed listening to their hits such as I Need You and Why which both featured the voice of their great uncle Michael Jackson. I was not really a fan of MJ, the evolution of his skin color scares me. Have you seen the plug for Classic MTV? If you did, you already know what I mean. But for those who don't have a clue, the plug chronicled Jacko's transformation from a brown skinned child of Motown to a white King of Pop while Man in The Mirror played in the background.

Why did he change his skin color?

Some people believed that he did it so he will look like Diana Ross, while some said that he had a skin disease called vitiligo and this prompted him to whiten his skin. Black or White, many would agree that Michael continues (the guy is dead and I'm still having trouble using the past tense) to fascinate the public through his music, life and death.

Believe it or not, there were rumors that Michael was already dead before he died. Gossip mongerers said that Michael has an imposter just like Saddam Hussein. Well, I'd like to believe that his career died because of his charges but I find it insane that The Jacksons would hire someone to front act Michael's gigs in court houses and short appearances in TMZ. I'd rather believe that he had one of his balls castrated so he can maintain his high-pitched childlike voice.

In 2001, Michael released You Rock My World with a little help from Chris Tucker. Although he was given a tribute in the 2002 MTV Video Music Award (where he mistakenly thought that he will be receiving the Artist of the Millennium Award, thank you very much Britney), his last album Invincible didn't live up to the music industry's expectation.

"For me, he's the Artist of the Millennium." - Britney Spears

During that time, Michael also had feud with Tommy Mottola. He blamed the mogul for not doing his job in resuscitating his dying career. This was the reason why MJ was out of the spotlight. He was either afraid of making another flop or was just busy with the affairs in Neverland.

Who would have thought that American Idol's Michael Jackson week and the announcement of his last concert in London would foreshadow that fateful day in his Los Angeles mansion? If you'll watch the cable channels, you will see the outpouring of emotions of Michael's loyal fans. All of a sudden, his songs were played and people started dancing to Thriller. Jacko ruled once again. This must be the comeback that he wanted. Too bad, he's gone. Gone too soon.

Although most of us will probably remember Michael as the guy who married Lisa Marie, or the guy who became notorious for his child molestation cases, or Janet Jackson's older brother, we can't deny the fact that this Thriller created the music that our parents danced to in the '80s. He's bad, we know it, but who's not bad?

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She started her career as a poster girl in the 1970s but her rise to prominence began when people started calling her Jill Munroe. Known for her golden hair, sweet smile and angelic face, Farrah Fawcett was an icon who won the hearts of many through the hit show Charlie's Angels.

Just like the tales of other celebrities, Farrah's life can be told in the fashion of E! True Hollywood Story. She was married to Lee Majors (a.k.a. the Six Million Dollar Man) from 1973-1982 and had a romantic relationship with Ryan O' Neil. Her courageous battle with cancer was shared to the world through Farrah's Story, a documentary that aired on NBC last month. She was survived by Ryan and their son Redmond.

Of Corporate Bitches and Shutter Sluts

Of Lady Lumps, Baby Bumps and uh....Humps?

It's okay to have a flat chest if you have a flat stomach. My cupsize has not increase in the past fourteen years and it's such a shame that my waist has a lot of tissue than my breast. I'm not worried about the size of my tits, I'm worried about the size of my waist.

Oh Bro, I miss the days when I fit in to a slim tee and flaunt my flat abs. Now I resort to tummy friendly tops to hide my bump. No, it's not a baby bump.

I hate doing cruches. Thank God for L-Carnitine.

Bitch eat bitch, this is the world that we live in

Every day at work is a sacrifice and my reward comes in pay day. Oh well, what's new?

I guess, you can keep your tantrums at Bay but you can't erase the fact that there's always a Whiner in YOU.

Go ahead and figure that out.

It seems that the foodchain of the corporate pyramid will never change. This world is a jungle. You either become the predator or the prey. That's what you call the circle of life.






Love in the time of Influenza A(H1N1)

I've been single all my life and I'm not complaining.


PLASTIC!

Actually, I'm tired of complaining. But what can I do? I don't want to force myself to someone.

Someone.

Someone caught my eye but I don't know if I caught his...and I think I don't want to care. I don't want to think about what he thinks. There's no winner in mind games so why bother playing it? It such a waste of time.

I think the best thing that can happen to anyone is finding love unexpectedly. So I'll just sit here, relax and cyberstalk the former love and his shutter slut.

Shutter slut.

What's your best asset?

Is it the the thing between your ears? Or the thing between your legs?


To the one destined to tame me, if you're out there somewhere, go on and find me before I get nasty.

Random Boobtube Thoughts

The Emancipation of Bebe

The artist formerly known as Rustom Padilla is tranny-ing around like an ubermodel. The news has it that she took mannequin lessons in New York to prepare for a role of a former supermodel. I hate to break it to you Gandanghari fans but your Bebe is nothing but a second rate, trying hard, copy cat. E! News reported that Jude Law played a transvestite supermodel in the movie entitled Rage. Please see the related article in this link:

http://omg.yahoo.com/news/jude-law-shows-his-female-rage/18486

Anyway, I like Bebe but I love the former husband of Carmina.

Little Miss Sunshine

Sunshine Dizon is a good actress and Obra should serve as a venue for actors who would like to showcase their versatility. Looks like TV history repeats itself. Go and spot the difference:

*We’ve seen Sushine played the role of a dark skinned woman in Bakekang.

In Obra, she played a dark skinned woman madly in love with Jay Manalo.

*We’ve seen Sunshine played Janice Jurado in Magpakailanman.

In Obra, she played a has-been sexy actress.

*We’ve seen Sunshine played the lesbian interest of Judy Ann Santos in Sabel.

In Obra, she played a lesbian mother/father to an orphan.

Talking about challenging roles. Versatility vs. Stereotyping.

What role should we give her next? What about a transvestite supermodel?

Let the kudos echo

I know I’m getting nasty so I better write something nice. I think one of the biggest comebacks of the year is the career of Jericho Rosales. Admit it, he’s a good actor. I just don’t like him when he speaks English or when he sings with Jeans. Have you seen his Sunsilk TVC? He nailed it. It makes me want to switch shampoos.

Ang Babaeng Hinugot sa kanyang Tadyang na gusto kong Tadyakan

I hope we can finally get rid of the same old hip swaying dance step in this series. This is so Mr. and Mistress Smith. Yeah, you know the way she can’t wait to go to work every day because she fell in love with him on the set OF DYESEBEL err Mr. and Mrs. Smith. That is so uncool. Ooops, I was channeling Aniston. Do you feel the same way Karylle?

Assignment Runway

I like the Philippine version of Project Runway better than the one in the US. Season 5 is boring like its new winner. Anyway, I hope the next season of PRP will be more exciting than the previous one. Here are the challenges that I would like to suggest for the show. I hope Solar Entertainment will acknowledge me for these bright ideas:

-BeBe

No, not the sparkling brand name that your lola loves to wear. I hope that they will make a fierce outfit for Bebe Gandanghari so that she can justify her role as a supermodel and Vice “Oyavak” (no this is not a Czech name, but the inverted form of Kabayo) will eat her heart out.

-I bought this in UK

Innovate the style and smell of the clothes in ukay ukay.

-Social Butterfly

Make an avant-garde outfit for Tessa Prieto Valdes

-Barong Tarantino

Modernized the Barong Tagalog

-Opisina ng Gobyerno

Create a well-tailored uniform for government employees para hindi na sila mag-sungit.

Three Words, Eight Letters, XOXO

I really don’t have a reason to celebrate the day that comes after Friday the 13th. But after feeling the romance of courting danger and trysting at witching hour, I finally realized that Feb the 14th is not a patron saint of love, but a holy day of obligation.

LOVE. Do you get it EXCLUSIVELY or earn it by SPEED? Do you wait for the right TIME to say it while DATING? Or RUSH because there’s no TIME to lose? Do you see it when it comes? Or are you BLINDed by it. Either way, LOVE can only exist to the one who feels it.

"Say it. Three words, eight letters and I'm yours" - Blair Waldorf

Do YOU feel it?

My love life has been in recession for so many years and I forgot to distinguish if I’m in love with LOVE or just in love with the IDEA of it. It’s like asking for a FERRARI CHOCOLATE (yes, FERRARI not FERRERO) on Valentine’s Day. Laugh, I got that joke (?) from my former boss. Oh well, I don’t know if I’m craving for FERRARI or chocolate MOUSE.

Did you get it?

What I mean to say is, after a long time of wishing and waiting, I don’t know if I can finally feel love and own IT. It’s hard to FALL again when you only loved one person in your life…YOUR SELF. I guess I forgot to love myself while loving somebody else.

Sometimes you just give up on dreams that can never come true.

Love is PATIENT AND KIND but my patience has its expiration date. I’m tired of silently watching him adore the uneven skin tone of his third world princess. I’m tired of patiently waiting for the day when his cyber status change from In a Relationship to Single. And I’m tired of the thought of him bending his knees, asking her a life changing question, and PUTTING A RING ON IT.

Let’s hear it for America’s Suitehearts. I must confess, I’m in love with my own sins.

- Folie a Deux

I don’t know if I’ll ever be kind to the thought of love again. They say that you can only let go if you’ll confront the reason that imprisons you. I can let the feelings go, I will stop feeling sorry, but I just can’t face the boy who wrote my STORY. He got everything he wanted, I hope he’s really happy.