Sunday, March 9, 2008
Saturday, March 8, 2008
why can't we have one of that?
what does imelda marcos, jackie O and this girl, whose almost NSFW photo i am posting have in common? (cue in jeopardy music, NOW!)
well, besides looking gorgeous at one time in their lives, the later more current, all three women, and get this, were first ladies of a country!!!!! well, the last being a CURRENT first lady!!!!! meet carla bruni-sarkozy, current beau of french president nicolas sarkozy, posing in all her glory for the april issue of GQ magazine.... mary fu***ng syet! pu***g *na! diba!? that's the freaking first lady of freaking country!!!! grabe! i swear, just leave it up to the french to make something so utterly BLAH so fiercely HOT!!!
teehihi, i just had a really nasty thought. the blogs i got this photo from were saying what would hillary clinton look like if she posed like this when she was first lady.... GAD! you people are so mean!!! but then, just imagine LOI, or more so MING RAMOS!!!! o god.... i think i'm gonna barf....
Friday, March 7, 2008
gossip girl
my brother posted about his latest guilty pleasure, gossip girl.
now, allow me to share one of mine, follow the link... http://delfindjmontano.blogspot.com/
actually, i really could care less about how much of a scumbag DJ montano is. what got my mojo going was the dirt on my favorite bitch to hate... celine lopez. don't really know her personally but that doesn't stop me from getting SUPER irritated by her mere existence. i really could not put a finger on what irked me so much about her, that was, until i read this blog. then everything just crystallized. what a release, reading this blog was. proves when you smell something bad, know that it's connected to something rotten.
how the mighty fall.... though, i doubt they were ever that mighty. too bad! BRAVO brian, keep the posts coming!!!! may your healing come through your very colorful rants and exposes. can't wait to hear on you latest dish on these utterly evil individuals.
now, allow me to share one of mine, follow the link... http://delfindjmontano.blogspot.com/
actually, i really could care less about how much of a scumbag DJ montano is. what got my mojo going was the dirt on my favorite bitch to hate... celine lopez. don't really know her personally but that doesn't stop me from getting SUPER irritated by her mere existence. i really could not put a finger on what irked me so much about her, that was, until i read this blog. then everything just crystallized. what a release, reading this blog was. proves when you smell something bad, know that it's connected to something rotten.
how the mighty fall.... though, i doubt they were ever that mighty. too bad! BRAVO brian, keep the posts coming!!!! may your healing come through your very colorful rants and exposes. can't wait to hear on you latest dish on these utterly evil individuals.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
today
it was probably the shortest interview ever. there i was, sitting in front of one of the owners of the company. she looked kinda like celeste legaspi and was very soft spoken, almost like a mom. she was telling me how they needed help and that they're afraid the offer won't be too much. though i'm sure there was no way that she struck me as intimidating, i was still literally melting in front of her. it came to a point where in i had to excuse myself and take out my hankie and started patting myself dry. it was SOOOO embarrassing. she must have thought i was this insanely insecure schmuck that couldn't get things together. i got so self conscious that i tried not to panic, more so, show that i was panicking. thankfully, she put me out of my misery and ended the interview within 5 minutes of me sitting on her guest chair. after she excused me, i quickly got up and got out. i found myself hyperventilating and had to literally force myself to calm down. i sure hope i wasn't a complete mess.
they said they'll call me back with an offer though assured me that it might not be as much. well, we'll see how things go. i don't really want to have high hopes since i get emotional easily. i prayed about it and committed it all to God. i said to myself that whatever comes out of this, i'll take it as a man....
after all that. i decided to treat myself to something. i guess it's good practice now for myself that for every hurdle i get myself through, i should reinforce the behavior by a little reward. today's reward, thai chicken salad from kitchen and two new books from powerbooks. i'm still on my "raw diet" so i decided not to stray too far from the regimen. a bed of romaine lettuce with spicy chicken breast flakes, puffed vermicelli and toasted saba, drenched in a sweet peanut satay dressing. delish! i then headed off to powerbooks where i got for myself a recipe book by carol alt on raw food and the philippine tatler interiors catalogue for 2007.
i ended my day feeling rather pleased, despite my rather awkward interview. hey, if it's for me, then it's not for me. i tried my best to put my best foot forward, if that didn't work, then better luck for me.
on a totally UNRELATED note... i have been trying for the past couple of days now of posting about these two pics i found. the first is of louis vuitton fashion maven marc jacobs posting a love letter to the third world's favorite fag, HE, bryanboy. i spotted the pic first while watching urban zone a few weeks back. then a few nights ago, decided to grab the pic and post it here. dunno why i wanted to. maybe to remind me that if u wish it, and forget about being discreet, things will happen. :) my brother told me once that if you send signals into the universe, things will eventually start happening, and here is proof of that. BRAVO bryanboy... BRAVO.
on another totally unrelated note, allow me to present to you all.... the VAGINA SOFA. who ever thought of this is seriously sick up THERE! whoever BUYS this is probably way sicker and need to get themselves checked for parasites... UP THERE!
they said they'll call me back with an offer though assured me that it might not be as much. well, we'll see how things go. i don't really want to have high hopes since i get emotional easily. i prayed about it and committed it all to God. i said to myself that whatever comes out of this, i'll take it as a man....
after all that. i decided to treat myself to something. i guess it's good practice now for myself that for every hurdle i get myself through, i should reinforce the behavior by a little reward. today's reward, thai chicken salad from kitchen and two new books from powerbooks. i'm still on my "raw diet" so i decided not to stray too far from the regimen. a bed of romaine lettuce with spicy chicken breast flakes, puffed vermicelli and toasted saba, drenched in a sweet peanut satay dressing. delish! i then headed off to powerbooks where i got for myself a recipe book by carol alt on raw food and the philippine tatler interiors catalogue for 2007.
i ended my day feeling rather pleased, despite my rather awkward interview. hey, if it's for me, then it's not for me. i tried my best to put my best foot forward, if that didn't work, then better luck for me.
on a totally UNRELATED note... i have been trying for the past couple of days now of posting about these two pics i found. the first is of louis vuitton fashion maven marc jacobs posting a love letter to the third world's favorite fag, HE, bryanboy. i spotted the pic first while watching urban zone a few weeks back. then a few nights ago, decided to grab the pic and post it here. dunno why i wanted to. maybe to remind me that if u wish it, and forget about being discreet, things will happen. :) my brother told me once that if you send signals into the universe, things will eventually start happening, and here is proof of that. BRAVO bryanboy... BRAVO.
on another totally unrelated note, allow me to present to you all.... the VAGINA SOFA. who ever thought of this is seriously sick up THERE! whoever BUYS this is probably way sicker and need to get themselves checked for parasites... UP THERE!
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
a walk to remember
got up and tried psyching myself for what my day is to bring. been working till 1pm the previous day fixing my resume and making sure my portfolio would not doom me. i made seven copies, all addressed to the movers and shakers of the design world, or so to my thinking. put on a comfortable pair of shoes, wear presentable clothing, said my prayers and drove off to seize the day.
of the seven predetermined recipients of my application, i was only able to drop off 1. i was however able to drop off another, thanks to the kind referrals of my alma mater. so all in all, i had two drop offs, two out of seven. that would have been a fail based on any standard. i should take it as a consolation though that the impromptu drop off called me up and already and scheduled a meeting. hopefully, fate is working in my favor.
things i learned today...
1. prayer can beat any efforts of planning.
2. parking in makati, from someone who hates parking, is terrible and almost none existent.
3. walking and looking for addresses in makati is like looking for a grape in a sea of cherries.
4. you would have to be quite a multi-tasker to be able to watch your step, look out for traffic, look for addresses and carry your belongings while wiping off your sweat.
5. sweating and looking like a wet dog when dropping off your resume is not a good first impression.
6. when you pray for good weather, be more specific.
7. owning a parking lot in makati is like owning a hen that lays golden eggs.
8. the roads of makati is like the veins on the arm of some really vascularized body builder.
9. i miss having a driver.
10. i miss winter.
of the seven predetermined recipients of my application, i was only able to drop off 1. i was however able to drop off another, thanks to the kind referrals of my alma mater. so all in all, i had two drop offs, two out of seven. that would have been a fail based on any standard. i should take it as a consolation though that the impromptu drop off called me up and already and scheduled a meeting. hopefully, fate is working in my favor.
things i learned today...
1. prayer can beat any efforts of planning.
2. parking in makati, from someone who hates parking, is terrible and almost none existent.
3. walking and looking for addresses in makati is like looking for a grape in a sea of cherries.
4. you would have to be quite a multi-tasker to be able to watch your step, look out for traffic, look for addresses and carry your belongings while wiping off your sweat.
5. sweating and looking like a wet dog when dropping off your resume is not a good first impression.
6. when you pray for good weather, be more specific.
7. owning a parking lot in makati is like owning a hen that lays golden eggs.
8. the roads of makati is like the veins on the arm of some really vascularized body builder.
9. i miss having a driver.
10. i miss winter.
Monday, March 3, 2008
the man with no face
had another heart to heart talk last night with the BIG man, my kuya, about life, well, my life in general, well, actually, specifically, what i'm doing now with it. since i came back from dubai last november, i can't really say i have been the most productive. sure, there was a point during those past few weeks after i got back where i though that i needed a vacation, a break from all the stress from work. but then again, i remember now that i wasn't really stressed at all. you see, when you QUIT from the source of your frustration, you immediately sense relief. coming back to manila was the ultimate stress buster. manila was the "cherry on the top" holiday. now, 4 months later, the cherry has rotted and manila now poses as a knot in my stomach. i realized that despite having worked for almost 2 years abroad, now that i'm back, i'm basically back to square one and it's frightening.
"so, what do you want to do?", kuya asked me and i could not answer. i really couldn't. i was at a lost as to what it was that i wanted. i knew i wanted to do a lot of things but i really didn't know what they were. this definitely was not how i had envisioned myself when asked this ms. universe-esque question. i always thought that i would have a tunnel vision answer, straight to the point, clear and precise. yet what i had was a puff of smoke, ill defined and barely existent. now i was rattled to the core.
the discussion progressed to kuya doing what he does best, dissect and manage. exposed of my flaws and no way out, all i could do was sit there and listen while all my dirt was laid out in front of me. my constitution, rather, the lack thereof was assessed by the one person who i held in the highest regard. my, how small i felt. i had to hold on to what little dignity i had left in me to keep myself together and not go into an anxiety attack. as i sat there, all i could think of was "what is wrong with me? what am i going to do?" and in true me-fashion, i sunk into a feeling of utter doom.
the entire night was like a dream. my head felt like a balloon, empty and yet full at the same time. my life felt like a trap and there seems to be no freedom in sight. i know i have a knack for dramatics but i really think i need help. i feel like MONK, locked in with no way out in this insane world, not able to adapt, not able to cope.
dire as my situation may feel, i still however think that there is a part of me yet untouched by all this craziness that i have brought on to myself. the part that my superego has repressed for so long and who, honestly, could care less of the world and what it thinks. i just have to reach in deep enough and try to coax it out.
i have found comfort in surrounding myself with rules. following them made me feel that i am acceptable, more so, normal. to be good and and to be well liked was the ultimate goal, whatever the cost. i remember this now. it was the same feeling i had years ago when i decided to take up design after dropping my career as a therapist. i had the same feeling of lost. the same not knowing feeling as to what i wanted of my life and what i should do about it. now i am back here again. i am breathing shallow breaths, my heart is starting to race and the fear has come back to haunt me.
"so, what do you want to do?", kuya asked me and i could not answer. i really couldn't. i was at a lost as to what it was that i wanted. i knew i wanted to do a lot of things but i really didn't know what they were. this definitely was not how i had envisioned myself when asked this ms. universe-esque question. i always thought that i would have a tunnel vision answer, straight to the point, clear and precise. yet what i had was a puff of smoke, ill defined and barely existent. now i was rattled to the core.
the discussion progressed to kuya doing what he does best, dissect and manage. exposed of my flaws and no way out, all i could do was sit there and listen while all my dirt was laid out in front of me. my constitution, rather, the lack thereof was assessed by the one person who i held in the highest regard. my, how small i felt. i had to hold on to what little dignity i had left in me to keep myself together and not go into an anxiety attack. as i sat there, all i could think of was "what is wrong with me? what am i going to do?" and in true me-fashion, i sunk into a feeling of utter doom.
the entire night was like a dream. my head felt like a balloon, empty and yet full at the same time. my life felt like a trap and there seems to be no freedom in sight. i know i have a knack for dramatics but i really think i need help. i feel like MONK, locked in with no way out in this insane world, not able to adapt, not able to cope.
dire as my situation may feel, i still however think that there is a part of me yet untouched by all this craziness that i have brought on to myself. the part that my superego has repressed for so long and who, honestly, could care less of the world and what it thinks. i just have to reach in deep enough and try to coax it out.
i have found comfort in surrounding myself with rules. following them made me feel that i am acceptable, more so, normal. to be good and and to be well liked was the ultimate goal, whatever the cost. i remember this now. it was the same feeling i had years ago when i decided to take up design after dropping my career as a therapist. i had the same feeling of lost. the same not knowing feeling as to what i wanted of my life and what i should do about it. now i am back here again. i am breathing shallow breaths, my heart is starting to race and the fear has come back to haunt me.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
polar bear che-nezzz
was browsing through my usual online haunts when i chanced upon this pic of the most adorable dog!!! i was initially dubious about the photo since it looked photoshopped, but after viewing it from it's original site (where there were other photos), it looked like the real deal to me. that being said, i have to say that i'm in love!!!!
was watching velvet last night. as i have mentioned quite a few times already, i have bouts of insomnia and have relegated to watching TV as my sleeping pill. last night, the view was discussing something about how people nowadays no longer had the sense of community. they talked about how the internet has taken over a lot of how we all used to interact with each other. nowadays, social interactions aren't all necessary anymore since everything can be done with a click of a mouse button. you can shop online instead of going to the store. you can do research online instead of going to a library. hanging out with friends can easily be done online as well, more so, meeting new people. sex is not exempted either since people now take advantage of webcams and the many joys of solo-love. i even read from yesterday's papers how two people met, dated and eventually got MARRIED online!!!!! with matching ceremony and reception to boot! all of this modern-day convenience has definitely contributed to the unraveling of the societal fabric we all belong to. people now are less social, more distant, more impersonal and ultimately, more miserable. this reminded me of an article i read ONLINE from cracked.com entitled "7 reasons the 21st century is making you miserable". the author provides a very good observation as to, despite all the good stuff we have compared to our forefathers, why we are unhappier and our lives still fells like shit.
speaking of shit, i also got to watch "i'm a black TV host and i can have attitude like orpah as well" tyra banks on her shit hole of a show. the topic, how people get attracted other than on looks alone, her discovery channel-esque attempt to demystify the laws of romance based on the other senses like smell, touch, hearing and taste. the show involved a girl playing the dating game, but instead of asking her bachelors questions, the boys had to appeal to the girl's senses, without her ever seeing them. pretty interesting topic if i may say so. you know me, i'm always in the mood for some new tidbit of knowledge. however, i found that i was more interested in one of the hot bachelors tyra had rather than learning scientific geeky stuff from the forehead goddess! this seems to be a constant with her shows, that she will almost always have a model in her show. as if her topics can't stand up to the challenge and she needs to spike it up with some cheesy black-girl talk and hot models. now that i think of it, i'm rather insulted if that's the case. underestimating bitch! ugh.... why do i bother watching her show again... o yeah, because of the HOT MODELS :)
was watching velvet last night. as i have mentioned quite a few times already, i have bouts of insomnia and have relegated to watching TV as my sleeping pill. last night, the view was discussing something about how people nowadays no longer had the sense of community. they talked about how the internet has taken over a lot of how we all used to interact with each other. nowadays, social interactions aren't all necessary anymore since everything can be done with a click of a mouse button. you can shop online instead of going to the store. you can do research online instead of going to a library. hanging out with friends can easily be done online as well, more so, meeting new people. sex is not exempted either since people now take advantage of webcams and the many joys of solo-love. i even read from yesterday's papers how two people met, dated and eventually got MARRIED online!!!!! with matching ceremony and reception to boot! all of this modern-day convenience has definitely contributed to the unraveling of the societal fabric we all belong to. people now are less social, more distant, more impersonal and ultimately, more miserable. this reminded me of an article i read ONLINE from cracked.com entitled "7 reasons the 21st century is making you miserable". the author provides a very good observation as to, despite all the good stuff we have compared to our forefathers, why we are unhappier and our lives still fells like shit.
speaking of shit, i also got to watch "i'm a black TV host and i can have attitude like orpah as well" tyra banks on her shit hole of a show. the topic, how people get attracted other than on looks alone, her discovery channel-esque attempt to demystify the laws of romance based on the other senses like smell, touch, hearing and taste. the show involved a girl playing the dating game, but instead of asking her bachelors questions, the boys had to appeal to the girl's senses, without her ever seeing them. pretty interesting topic if i may say so. you know me, i'm always in the mood for some new tidbit of knowledge. however, i found that i was more interested in one of the hot bachelors tyra had rather than learning scientific geeky stuff from the forehead goddess! this seems to be a constant with her shows, that she will almost always have a model in her show. as if her topics can't stand up to the challenge and she needs to spike it up with some cheesy black-girl talk and hot models. now that i think of it, i'm rather insulted if that's the case. underestimating bitch! ugh.... why do i bother watching her show again... o yeah, because of the HOT MODELS :)
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