Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Panagbenga notes from someone who’s seen enough parading sunflowers to last him six lifetimes

1. If you’re planning to leave your Peugeot at home and you haven’t bought a ticket yet then you should have started walking last year if you wish to make it on the big day this Sunday.

2. All rodent and roach-free hotel rooms are booked by now.

3. Baguio has enough of them skinny twinks with bayonet-like chins in aviator sunglasses. Don’t make things worse. Leave your chin and the face it is attached to pair at home.

4. People say wrapping your jacket around your waist is too clichéd. I think it is crappy like the 80’s.

5. Wear sunscreen. You’ll be 5,000 feet above sea level; you’ll be closer to the sun…I think *nail bites*.

6. Nevada Square is where you:
a. party the hardest
b. might lose your spleen
Your limbs are safer at Café Will.

7. Non-diva rodent and roach-free dining: Jack’s Restaurant or Good Taste.

8. Diva dining: Le Chef, Manor Hotel, Camp John Hay.

9. Please don’t point your fingers in SM’s direction like it’s the Eiffel Tower.

10. Beware of petty thieves.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Fine and Dandy (eating marshmallows while at it)

Bryan Star squeals and ...*fake faint*

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Twink-le Twink-le Little Stars!

it's not exactly out of character. i post photos here... a lot.
akin to my habit of sleeping with nothing on i usually publish them in the buff too.


if only these twinks were asked to join the Villar chorus, it would have meant one less vote for Noynoy


i'll pick these kids, scabs and all, anytime over my diva of a classmate and his yards and yards of burberry's. he turned catty overnight. he blames his acne-causing quarter life crisis. my heart goes out to him but i am not too crazy about the fact that his claw retraction symptom is aimed at me.

you can't help but feel sad for him. i wish he'd figure out how his EQ can fare higher than the fabric-per-inch of his dolce & gabbanas' 'cause i'm sure it will take him ten eternities to find a way to fare higher than my GPA.


"nakaligo kanetch ba sa jagat ng jasura?
nagjasko kanetch ba sa jitna ng jalsada?"

it's killing me! har har

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

A Pilate Act

I’m thinking… maybe my partner and I adopt a new born blue-eyed Latvian girl to mark our ten years together this 2010. By 2015 our five-year old daughter is all grown up and smarter than both of her dads and slightly prettier than me. Life is good except that our cute-as-button family lives in a rubbish of a republic and I must expect that sooner she’ll ask me why is the Philippines the poorest country in the world.

With a straight botox-free face and in faux Liverpool accent I’ll tell her: “But dhaaaling, stupid voters ignored UP Economist Professor Winnie Monsod. She’s a brainy one, that lady! A bar of soap soaked in chlorine is no cleaner than her reputation. I trust her so much, I'll side with her if she argues that Katrina Halili is not a slut”. Then I will ask my daughter to google “Hayden” if she has any questions about Katrina Halili. "Anyway, Prof. Winnie tried to warn us of Villar but…I even blogged about it...daddy did his part...I'm sorry...".

Pontius Pilate may not be the metaphor of choice but I’m washing my hands now—not with chlorine and soap but with html and java script just to make sure I'm in the running for the straightest face for my blue-eyed daughter...