Thursday, July 31, 2008

SkyDiving!

I went skydiving sometime around end of 2007 in New England. Its crazy, i know. But it was just an exhilarating experience. I was telling everyone who asked me how it was that it was like you need to pee, poop, cum and vomit at the same time! I found my DVD of the jump and my friend Mikee, sent me the software to convert it to quicktime format. So here it is:

video

Where is this Boy's Parents?



As opposed to this really cool kid...

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Question?

"Is it possible that we can love someone and never be afraid of losing them?"

- The Love of Siam

Pumpkin & Oreo

I woke up this morning with my babies on the bed staring at me, waiting for me to wake up. I knew right away that it would be the awesomest day ever!

Yummy!



Meeting the Boyfriend...

I met someone amazing last January 2008. Can't really divulge a lot of information because he has a boyfriend. Nevertheless, we became close and spent some time together. Nope, nothing happened. It was just two people enjoying each other's company. Needless to say, being the hopeless romantic that I am, I envisioned a most dramatic Hollywood love story ending to this friendship. Uh huh, i thought that we'd fall madly, deeply in love with each other and we would live happily ever after.

I keep on forgetting that "happily ever after" does not exist. Because of course, they're still together and I actually spent time with them and even had dinner together. Geez. Now, my evil self went into maximum overdrive. I wanted to be my ever charming, fabulous, witty, funny and adorable self when we all meet up. I was thinking, this is my chance to show off!

But of course, the boyfriend was cute, equally charming, very sweet and I think one of the nicest guys I've ever met. My master plan crumbled to the ground and flushed through the drain, never to be seen again.

Oh well. Its inevitable. I will be single forever.

Monday, July 28, 2008

The Love of Siam

I started corresponding with one of my many readers (all 5 of them!) who turns out to be a great blogger himself. He goes by the name of Coldman. We shared the same sentiments with life and love. I guess that's why we read each other's blog a lot. He shared with me a movie that he thought I would like. And boy was he right! Check out Coldman's Blog as well.

The Love of Siam is a 2007 Thai romantic-drama film, written and directed by Chookiat Sakveerakul. A multi-layered family drama, a controversial element of the story is a gay romance between two teenage boys.

Mew and Tong were neighbors and close friends in childhood. But after Tong's sister, Tang, disappeared, Tong's family moved away. The boys are reunited during their senior year of high school at Siam Square. The meeting stirs up old feelings that Mew has harbored since boyhood, his love for Tong.



The movie isn't your typical teenage gay movie. I think the gay romance is just a part of the charm of the movie. Aside from having cute actors, they are surprisingly good as I endured reading subtitles all throughout the movie. Add to the fact that I only watched this on youtube.com with 17 different clips!

Everyone knows that I am not emotional. And I rarely (almost never) cry when I watch movies! But this movie really hit the spot as it dealt with childhood pains, family drama and gay love.

Highly Recommended!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

You Have Got to Read This!

A Positive Spin

When someone comes to me for advice, I often find myself telling them that no one has the power to make you angry, you can only give up that power. I also find myself giving advice that discusses the importance of knowing that you have complete control over your emotions. With this in mind, I find that I rarely take this advice for myself, and easily become hurt when someone does something to me. No matter how many times I give the advice, I find it hard to take it myself.

Yesterday, while being in a positively grumpy mood because I let a situation take control over my emotions, I began a conversation about positive mindfulness, and present awareness. There is an Japanese saying that states “Everywhere you go, there you are.” With this saying in mind, I began to think about how it is not necessary to dwell on things that have happened in the past. What is the point at staying mad about something that is making you miserable? So, by becoming mindful of the situation, I resolve to let things go, and appreciate the time that I have with the people around me. No one has the power to make you unhappy, you can only LET people do that to.

- Mystic's Club

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Amen to that...

Hail to the Golden Girl!



Estelle Getty has passed away. The legendary actress died today in her Los Angeles home at 5:35 A.M. She's 84 years old.

So sad.

Philippine Gangs and Criminal Syndicates - Dugo-Dugo Gang

The Dugo-Dugo gang’s modus operandi is calling up your house and tell you that your loved ones got on an accident, and that they need immediate medical attention. The caller will often tell you that you need to go to a certain place and bring some money and/or jewelries so that they can pay the “hospital admittance deposit” which is necessary so that the supposed accident victims can be admitted to the hospital, and that they can’t be treated without first paying the deposit fee. They will then ask you to meet up with them in a certain place, often asking you what you look like and you are wearing. When you go to the meeting place, someone will approach you and asks for the money, then speed out of the place, citing that he must return immediately to the hospital to pay the deposit fee. They often draw up profound and seemingly shocking situations about your loved ones so you will panic and get confused so they can manipulate your actions.

Sad News from Home...

I was surprised to see that my brother was calling me at 1:30am, Manila time. I was dreading to answer the phone because it might be news on something bad happening back home. But of course I had to answer. I was right.

Its sad that people resort to scams because of the poor economy in the Philippines. There's a group of people who prey on innocent (sometimes ignorant) house helps in posh villages in Manila. And this is exactly what happened. Someone called our house phone in the middle of the afternoon, when they're almost certain that the house help would be left alone. The guy who called said that my mom got into an accident and they needed money and jewelry to be brought to them so they can pay for the hospital bills. So our house helped forced open my mom's drawer, got cash and jewelry, then also got my brother's watch and took the cab to where the guy wanted to meet her.

*sigh*

Now my Dad's blood pressure is up. He's getting chest pains. And we have to deal with the entire police blotter and investigation. It just sucks that bad people couldn't fend for themselves and would resort to scamming other people's hard earned money to survive. I feel sorry for them. I just hope that they really needed the money for some important reason.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Hope Sucks

"Standing motionless in the shower this morning, letting the water just cascade over my head down my body, I had a realization. The worst thing about dating isn't getting rejected. It's allowing yourself to hope. Hope is the absolutely worst thing you can do when you're dating. Oh, I know hope is supposed to be this great sustaining emotion. Everybody always says, "Don't lose hope." Fuck that. Hope sucks. It's because I hope so hard that the disappointment is always so great.

It's about time I simply accepted the fact that there is no one out there waiting for me. Mr. Right doesn't exist."

- Men Who Love Men by William J. Mann

Friday, July 18, 2008

Why?!

Diners have their meals on toilet seats at a toilet-themed restaurant in Hangzhou in Zhejiang province. The restaurant, which opened on June 1, features toilet seats as dining chairs and food served in miniature bathtubs and toilet bowls.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Passion


I moved to New York City hoping to pursue my passion in Theatre Arts. I wasn't really aiming to be in Broadway right away because I know I had a long way to go in terms of experience and training. But I was a bit hopeful to be a part of some off-broadway shows. But the city has an over abundance of talent. It's very difficult to penetrate the industry. And it calls upon not just passion and commitment but also your full attention and time. But New York is such an expensive city, and one cannot be a struggling actor in this place. Unlike Los Angeles, I have friends who I can lean on in times of hardship (or hunger! lol!), but I didn't want to go through that again.

Now I have a great job as an Executive Assistant of the President of one of the up and coming fashion companies here in Manhattan. She's an awesome lady and she's been mentoring me by bringing me to events, meetings and fashion show rooms just to get a good handle on how the industry is working.

But I still miss the theatre. I've watched a couple of my friends' plays the past months. And all I can do is day dream and wish that someday I could act again. Last night's dream urged me to post an entry regarding this passion of mine. It was a bad dream. I was part of a big production. I auditioned for the part and was given high praises. I was very confident. Then come opening night, as the curtains were drawn and I came out on stage. I froze and lost all my lines. For a performer, this is the worst that can happen.

When I woke up, i felt really bad and sad at the same time. But i know someday, I will set foot in one of the theatres either here in New York or in Los Angeles or some other place. Someday...

Beauty and Wellness Spa?

Signs of the Times















And my favorite:

Monday, July 14, 2008

*sigh*

"Till you're lying here beside me with arms and eyes open wide...
I wanna be your last, first kiss for all time..."

- Inevitable, Anberlin

10 Reasons to Marry a Pinoy

I may not agree with everything on this list, but I am still posting it for entertainment purposes. I read this article that was written by a white guy (is that politically correct?) and it shows some of the more famous stereotypes of the Filipinos. Its quite amusing how other people see Filipino men in terms of relationships. I was thinking with all the modernization in the world, the stereotyping of races would be done and over. But sad to say, there are some truth to some of the stereotypes. Read on and comment on it:

10 Reasons to Marry a Pinoy:

1. If you marry a Pinoy man, you will automatically get into heaven I'm told (from a solid source, hahahahaha), because we all know our Filipino boyfriends are closer to the big guy then we will ever be.

2.You'll always save money when checking into a hotel when your boyfriend is a PINOY. In fact, from the day you marry your Pinoy, you will start to save a ton of money. You must let go of your ego and let them haggle until they are blue in the face. While you may hate bargaining because of your Western pride, they see it as a most necessary sport and they're so brilliant at it. I'm learning so much from my Pinoy. And I'm saving what little money I have left in the process. Its a win win for us both!
You will not only get TWO more free nights at your hotel, free transport to and from the airport but your 'continental breakfast' will magically turn into a buffet breakfast and your drip coffee becomes a latte right before your eyes. When they are through with the front desk, your basically set. So just sit back and relax. Just fucking BRILLIANT. And for this you will only owe him five (yes they milk the massage) back massages and two foot rubs. Fair trade if you ask me.

3. If you manage to lose your sunglasses in the surf, your PINOY man will spend three hours looking for them rather than buy a new pair. More $$ saving. And when most people will give up and not bother to retrieve them, your Pinoy man will bring them back to you polished and looking better than new. In fact the chips in the rim will be miraculously gone. Spooky indeed. See point #1.

4. They are for the most part, completely hairless. And I'm sorry but that is HOT HOT HOT to the maxi mas supremos! Give me a smooth Pinoy any day over a gorilla.

5. Pinoy guys know how fabulous they are, therefore they will take no shit from their honky man. Pinoy guys have a 'built in chip' which prevents them from feeling inferior to anyone on the planet. And this is exactly how it should be. Just because the country is totally fucked up at the moment, it doesn't mean they have to feel connected to the crap. Pinoy men are very very proud of their country which is wonderful really considering the state of their country. I admire that very much. Stick with it and pray for change. VERY commendable. I'll have another please! Make it a double.

6. They are insatiable and tend to worship. Enough said on that.

7. Where you may wear a 'knock off brand', they would NEVER! WHY? Because they know style and fashion and crave it, so do NOT try to fool them with phony Dior sunglasses, because they will kick your ass with the boot of humiliation. Buying them a fake anything will only get you into trouble and some severe eye rolling on their part (which is very adorable, but embarrassing all the same. So DON'T do it if your smart. Not that I would EVER buy anything fake for my Pinoy. Hehehehe.

8. You can be married to a Pinoy man for many months and still not know how many siblings he has. In fact, unless you ask him, you will never know. The privacy factor is contagious if ones has never been private before. There's something spectacular about Pinoy men and this weird quirk. If you don't ask, they will not tell. And we should all take a note from this particular handbook. Giving it all away on the first night or week leaves one with no mystery. And your average Pinoy man is like a Hardy Boys book. A bit mysterious and hilariously predictable, but wonderful to read anyways. Over and over and over again, until you have the book memorized.
And he will ALWAYS be your favorite character.

9. They always seem to have money, even though they claim to be poor. This is an amazing characteristic that I NEED to adopt. The Western way is brag brag brag which is barf barf barf. I have never been a bragger myself, however I do tend to slip off the cliff and talk too much about my things.

10. Your Pinoy boyfriend will never age. No matter how much stress you bring into their lives. They have made a pact with the wrinkle Gods. And us white men can't get into that club. Its very exclusive. Asians only!


What do you think? Any comments?