Thursday, May 31, 2007

Remembrance, part two

The memory of a first heartache.

Three years down and it still hurts as though it just happened yesterday. I was never a believer of fairy tales, although I would always weep in hearing a story of one. I have convinced myself that I had a bad case of overproductive tear glands, although I suddenly disputed myself when I cried watching a badly made Dolphy movie. I am mushy like that.

J was everything I never wanted in a man. I dreamt of falling in-love with a guy in khakis and plays golf at the Club, not to a rugged, lives pay day to pay day Red Horse junkie. But then, love is funny like that. You want something palatable to the eyes, instead gives you something worthy to listen to. We would talk about politics, the depressing state of the world, the 2008 Beijing Olympics, life, and how it ought to be lived. Most of the time, we would just sit quietly under the magnitude of stars over head.

But it was a happiness short-lived. As every good thing in this world, it must come to an end. He told me he was sorry, but there was somebody else. And that they had been together for one million years. He's sorry he didn't tell me. But he's still glad to have met me and that he enjoyed being with me yadi yadi yada. His voice trailed into my unconsciousness.

I wept to my sleep most nights, and silently cried inside when I couldn't bear to close my eyes. I never told anyone about us, not even my friends. I do not know why. I just wanted to be alone in my languor. It was true what they say, when you are heartbroken and depressed, you would think that all the songs you hear on the radio were made for this moment alone. I even cried to the sound of Yeah by Usher. Nobody told me it was going to be that painful. I felt like I starred in a cheap production of a radio drama, the ones you hear when your labandera is doing her chores at one in the afternoon.

Sometimes when I'm alone, I think of him and I don't like it. Because it is the pain that I feel, not the elation of being once in-love with him. Back then, whenever I thought of him, my heart races and gallops like a wild horse. But now, it is just pain and anger to which I haven't come to terms with. I have come to realize I am having some form of dysfunctional grieving.

I think I need therapy for the rest of my life. That jerk.

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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Fill in the Blanks + Miss Universe 2007 hooplas

"In the Miss Universe pageants, Miss Philippines always bags the Miss Photogenic Award because ______________________________."

A quote from this website: "Miss Photogenic is PHILIPPINES!!!! Unlike previous winners from the Philippines, this one deserves it."

A very close friend of mine just made chika something about Theresa Licaros. She was a classmate of current Bb. Pilipinas Universe back in the days. When she was in UP undergrad, she was very grade conscious. And was said that most of her blockmates hated her for 'grade grubbing'. Kasi daw, first day of classes pa lang, she would talk to the professors and ask straight up what she can do to earn extra credits, 'para lang makasiguro ng uno.'

Now that's an intelligent girl. Madiskarte. I mean, I would also do such thing if I was running for honors, just to secure my spot. So much for fair chances, this is the wild! Survival of the fittest! LOL

Anyway, I'm not in any way trashing Theresa Licaros. Are you kidding me? I love the bruja! Our homegirl is beauty and brains, what else can you ask for? And if you comment to say otherwise, you are just wasting your time.

Okay, I think the Mexican crowd just booed their way (twice!) into a stricter US Immigration Law. (EDIT: This is old news. The Mexicans did the same thing in 1993.Video here.) Which leads me to a conclusion that the Miss Universe pageant should never return to Mexico! (One YouTube member said: "They're just mad cuz some of them got deported." How true, how true!)

I pity the girl (Miss USA), at least a billion televiewers witnessed her fall and how the boos of the crowd were much louder than her voice with microphone. Leave politics out of Miss Universe, pwede ba? Uno momento por favor could've been Silencio por favor,no?

You just gotta love the Mexicans. Full of spice. Yay!

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Sunday, May 27, 2007

Partial Proclamation of winners + A Shameless plead

No, this post is not about who won in our recently concluded midterm elections. This is so far my list for the 2007 Top Ten Emerging Blogs. The results which I just based on the 'blogs-that-I-read-and-actually-like' criteria. In no particular importance of order:

1. I decided to vote myself! So at least I get two votes, di ba? One from fruityoaty and one from me! Hahaha! :)

2. Kubi! Not only because she is a very good friend, but also because she writes waaaaaaaay better than I do. Very witty girl indeed. But crazy most of the time in real life. We both are. LOL. I love you Kubeh! :D You better give me the cake before you go disappear from the boondocks.

3. JJ! Because he talks about politics a lot. It's one of my favorite topics!

4. Cruise! He takes breath-taking pictures of places I, for the meantime, am only able to go to in my dreams. He is on hiatus mode though, I wonder if my vote still counts?

5. Jake! Because I am also a self-confessed hopeless romantic. He writes very good Tagalog, by the way. Iba nga naman talaga kung Tagalog magsulat, mas nakakatawa. :)

6. Paolo! I love him! His blog, I mean. It is very entertaining and I especially like this series.

7. Jhed! I only got to know his blog this week but already I'm hooked up! He is very open about his sexual life which makes me feel like a voyeur every time I visit his blog. Hehe.. Plus, he asked me to include him in this list straight up! I'm really a nice person so I didn't let him down. *wink

8. Massa P! I'm such a fan of this blog. She had me at spaghetti.

#s 9&10 are going to be filled up in the next few days. I thought of including {i} on this list because she is seriously one of the best writers/bloggers around but I found out that she started her blog a month earlier than the limit set by Janette Toral. Sayang! Same goes out to the other 'old' blogs here in my blogroll.


Please vote for me and Kubi, or else I will keep on posting videos like this to torment you. LOL
This is (L-R) Emil, Kubi, and I (I cannot see myself!) trying to sound as good as we could. Sadly, we failed. That is Maika singing in the background. (They will most probably kill me when they learn I posted this on my blog, but what the heck, I need votes! LOL! :D)

We might suck at singing, but we rock at everything else. (Me to myself: Yeah right, keep telling yourself that.)

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Friday, May 25, 2007

Chismis in the third world

I'm sorry for this post, but I just had to blog about it!

Okay, if you are a Nora Aunor fan, please do not read the following. Stop right here and go attend to your other house chores instead. You will not like this news.

Nora Aunor marries her *lesbian* manager.


Oh gawd. I seriously do not know how to react to this one! It's not like I'm opposed to same-sex marriage or something (in fact, I support it! Let them have a shot at happiness, di ba?), but dudes this is NORA AUNOR. You know, Nora my-brother-is-not-a-pig-walang-himala Nora! Nora Aunor na dating loveteam ni Tirso Cruz III! Wala, kagulat lang. Parang Nora's hair was the sign all along. And she was never really that glamorous unlike the other artistas her age. Always wearing that jean jacket na parang yung mga kalaban ni FPJ sa suntukan and barilan. (edit) Come to think of it, Nora's nickname "GUY" was also a sign!

I wonder what Pip has to say to this. AND Rickard Merck! And that other younger dude Nora was supposed to be living with-- what's-his-face I forget.

Na-imagine ko na mga Vilmanians, laughing their heads off siguro.

(EDIT: Sorry, the picture of Nora and Norie had to be taken down. Hay, sayang sa di nakakita. LOL)

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Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Get Lei'd + 2007 Emerging Influential Blogs

After helping two friends with their blog templates (*ehem* cake!) , I am now concentrating on my own blog. After reading this post from Sasha, I am now seriously contemplating of buying my own domain and a web host. My credit card should pay for something else other than shopping. However, there is that one teeny problem: I know nothing about web hosting. So please bear with my sub normal intelligence when it comes to it. I do have a simple question though: Is it possible to just have like a Blogger-like tool that I can just use, write down entries there, but will be directed to my domain? Do I make sense? I'm sorry, I'm just bobita when it comes to this certain topic. Any help/tutorial will be greatly appreciated. :)

Now, for the fun part. Granting that I will be enlightened to the ways of having my own web host, choosing a domain name will be tackled next. I want something that is easy to remember, but will not involve my whole name. I want clickers to say "Wow, cool domain name!" and then have legions of adoring fans and followers to that extent. Anyway, remember this post about the Proud Race t-shirts? And me wanting the same kind of idea for my own name? Well Alternati had this to say and basically gave me an idea for a domain name. GET LEID sounds cute, noh? But is already taken (a website about lei's) and is also snatched and is a sex toy company. Any ideas? Or do I need to hold a contest for this?


Speaking of contests, Janette Toral of Digital Filipino is spearheading the search for The Top Ten Emerging Influential Blogs of 2007 and fruityoaty was high kind enough to list me as one of her nominees.

I am going to have my own list too, but I'm still trying to figure out who will make it. Naks. I don't have the luxury of time to go around looking through archives right now (since only those blogs made from August of 2006 are counted). For the meantime, I encourage you to pick your own Top Ten Influential Blogs and include me on that list. Why? Because contest winners announcement will be on August 1 and what do you know, my birthday is on the 17th of the same month! So treat it like your *very* advanced birthday present, will ya? :) Plus, fruityoaty nominated me, if she thinks I'm influential enough to be counted, then hell yeah I am! :)

If you are: irritated by these kinds of people, an attention whore, a hopeless romantic, and is a fan of a good laugh just to name a few, then please feel free to include me on your list.

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Sunday, May 20, 2007

I'm not being mean.

I'm a person who easily gets irritated. Especially if it's more than 25C outside and I'm wearing a jacket because it seemed cold in our place (where the sun is a myth) and when I took a cab and arrived in town, the sun is trying to bake me alive (at 25C, I'm spoiled). I have almost non-existent tolerance to the following people:

1. Chatty cab drivers. I absolutely hate chatty cab drivers. What do they think they are, drop-out therapists who have opinions about absolutely everything? I pay you to get me where I'm supposed to be in under 10 minutes, not to hear your litany about how unfair life (I have friends to do that) or the recent election (I have my tibak friends for that) is. I leave giving advices to bartenders who never got enough money for a psychology degree. Plus, this is what happens when you connect to cab drivers.

2. That person in the review hall/classroom who keeps on shouting the wrong answers. You know that theory that people supposedly learn quickly by hearing and retains memory better, rather than using the sight? I am about to take the biggest and most important exam in my life (again, I passed the first time) and if that stupid, loud-mouthed bitch sitting behind me won't shut up, I may be in trouble. Imagine if in the actual exam, because of escalating anxiety number after number, all you can hear is her voice, clouding your better judgment?

3. People walking slowly in Session Road or that person who stops (even for a second) at the end of the escalator for nothing. Mataray that I am, I say "Excuse me" or "Let's move, people" loud enough for these people to realize they are blocking my way and I don't like it. When I'm really pissed off, I may even say "Hindi ito Sta. Cruzan!"

4. People under the bystander effect. There was a time when I was crossing the overpass with a friend when I saw that the man trailing behind a foreigner was fidgeting through the latter's bag. Of course the foreigner wasn't able to feel this as it seemed the man was such an expert. The people who were following them were just looking at what was happening, whispering to each other but doing nothing. It took me three seconds to realize what was happening and then I grabbed the foreigner's arm, swirled him around, pointed at the thief and blatantly announced "This guy is trying to rob you! He's opening your bag!" The world stopped for a millisecond and resumed again when the thief ran for his dignity. The people looked at me with weird expressions as I told them "Wala man lang kayong ginawa." And before I could even lecture them, my friend dragged me away from the scene.

5. People who cut lines. Need I say more?

6. The person who think his/her problem is any bigger than the rest of ours. Grow the fuck up, and suck it in. The only reason people appear to you as not having "big" or "heavy" problems is that these people deal with it and are actually trying their best not to be consumed by it. Unlike you, sulking around getting emo and putting on heavy eyeliners to tell the world that you're one messed-up pathetic excuse for a human being.

7. Incompetent people working in the restaurant industry. This movie does not scare me. If a *hungry* customer's needs are not met for unacceptable reasons, I go ballistic. Do not irritate a hungry customer, especially if that is me. :)

8. People who say mean things to you in your face because they know you don't understand their language. This is just plain disrespectful. I have plenty of experience in this particular scenario, being that I was a teacher to Korean kids before. And also because of my short teaching stint, I learned a few Korean phrases. This includes all possible swear words and occasional polite/kind words. So when a Korean stepped on my slippers and blurted the Korean term for "Fuck you", I turned to him and said Burago?!, which just basically means "What did you say?!" He was a bit shocked and repeated bowing of his head came along with him saying Miyanhamnida in between.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Remembrance, part one

The memory of a first love.

I was nine when I met H. I belonged to the Star Section in my first three years in grade school but when I learned that the 4th grade adviser was the Cruella DeVille of the school, I had my mother talk with the principal so I could be transferred to another section.

It was the first day of school, the sunniest of all June mornings, and already I was gloomy and ready to go home. I knew nobody from this class and nobody knew me. I braved the stares from the door to the back of the room to take a seat. I kept my head down. That's when somebody tapped my shoulder and asked "Ikaw yung takot kay Ms. O ano? Hello, ako si H." He had short curly hair and the roundest pair of eyes I've ever seen. I did not say anything.

That is all I can remember with my first meeting with H. The rest of the next six months is also pretty much in a Photoshop motion blur except that I knew I had the biggest crush on him. I don't have any more distinctive memories of H during that year except this particular Christmas when we had a Nativity play.

H was Joseph and although I tried my very best to be Mary, our homeroom teacher chose her niece. I was devastated and played an angel instead. During rehearsals, I would batter my teacher to place me beside Jesus, Mary, and (most especially) Joseph to emphasize the divinity of the family. And of course, so that I would be closer to H but I didn't tell her that. She brushed off my idea and put the angels about ten feet to the front/side so it would look like we are looking down from heaven or something to that effect.

Come production day, when all of the world was watching, an angel got lost and was thought to have descended down from heaven, away from the other angels, to be with Joseph. I strayed and stood beside H, with our shoulders brushing and occassional smiles were thrown at each other. I was watching my homeroom teacher from the side of the stage making all these weird flapping of the arms telling me to join the angels up front. Oh boy, she really had her angry face on. I had some light not-following-the-teacher sermon but it was all worth it. When I look at the pictures from that play, I can't help but smile.

H and I pretty much hit it off, becoming friends and all that. I was the only girl he invited to play agawan-base with him and the other school boys, although he later told me he thought I was 'one of the boys' that's why he called me for their dirty games so often. But hey, he was the first guy to ever have an effect on me, so it never mattered under what circumstance brought us together, as long as we were together, it was all fine. To be nine and in-love.

How about you, what's the story of your first love?

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Cause me pain, Luke Jickain

I looooove Proud Race tees! I hope to buy these cutesies when I go to Manila. (Unless somebody will be a doll to buy it for me at SFAS and just ship it to me. I'll pay ofcourse *hint, hint* LOL) I really do not generally like shirts with letter prints but this House of Holland parody makes me want to change my whole lifestyle. I especially like:
And hers I can't find a picture of the 'Cause me pain, Luke Jickain' shirt. I also want that one. Go and wear one for yourself. I think it's only Php550.

I'm trying to come up with a rhyme for my name too, so I can print a shirt and send it to Brad Pitt. But all I can think of is "Hey, wanna sway with Lei?' Very kindergarten but at the same time disturbing. Help me.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

6 weird things about me + Roi Vinzon's print ad campaign

*Tagged by JJ.

Each player of this game starts with 6 weird things about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
1) I can produce tears in less than ten seconds without even trying. Back when I was teaching and my students knew of this, I felt like I was a caged circus freak. During in-between class breaks, they would gather around me (especially the boys) and would chant "Teacher! Cry! Cry! Cry!".

2) I like watching Wowowee. In fact, I'm addicted to it. I know all the words to Willie Revillame's songs. I know I'm so jologs but it's so much fun watching it!

3) I don't like anything spicy in general but I love tukbokki and rabokki with lots of kochujang. There is also this Korean spaghetti-like dish which I forgot the name but totally salivate for. Hmmm mashitta!

4) I *always* get sick whenever I swim. Be it pool or beach swimming. Like today. I came from Leisure Coast yesterday (which was totally impromptu, btw) and now I'm aching all over and I think I'm going to have colds.

5) I classify people in two: those who know their grammar and those who don't. I think it is the editor or the English teacher in me. Although I admit I don't write/speak very good English.

6) I Google my name and other people's name all the time. When their name gives a zilch result, I feel bad for them. I don't know why, I just do.

I'm going to break the rules by tagging only one person: Maika. Go and visit her site. Be kind to her for she is new to our ways. *wink*


With four days to go before the election, political candidates seem to be making the most of the last three days of campaigning. Take this one for example: Roi Vinzon's print ad in a local daily. (click photo for a larger version)

Vinzon writes: (unedited)

Why Am I running for Councilor here in Baguio? And what is a Movie Actor doing in a profession such as Politics, of all things!

To start, there is nothing wrong in a career in politics! It is those corrupt Bad Politicians who are giving the bad image to this nation building profession called politics.

To be sure, there are now many do gooders successful politicians who were actors, and Baguio City can not spare talented officials where ever they may come from.

Now, as an 8 years resident and loving it, I feel it is pay back time, to give back by Councilor! I have a degree in Business Management. I have a small business here and it is located at the ground floor at Puso ng Baguio.

As a Councilor, mu success will be based on "Service, above all!" which simply means I will be the servant, not the other way around!

Expect due diligence from this Councilor on issues like the Environment, Transparent Governance--It is always the public interest first! Then, central to my advocacy, will be to promote more Art consciousness in the City of Baguio!

Ladies and gentlemen, I don't need to say on which side I classify Mr. Vinzon. I rest my case.

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Please do not mind my extra oily face.

Maybelline nail polishI know. It's like watching Grease, minus the dancing and the acting. It's just... grease as in grasa, the one you put in your hinges so it won't make that 'ngit-ngit' sound. But this post is not about my oily face but of my new nail polish.

My mother's friend got back from the States and she gave me and my mom tons of girlie stuff as pasalubong. It included this nail polish from Maybelline and well, as you can see, I tried it.

Mom said "Ano ba naman yang kulay na yan, pang pokpok!" I'm not a fan of reds because I'm a bit dark but I just gave in to the need of painting it on my nails. Then I ended up disappointed. It's like one of them nail polish magazine ads where you see the model wearing obnoxious shades of red, pink or orange and it looks so chic on them, but ends up looking disastrous for you even if you have the same skin tone with the model.

I'm a french manicure girl ever since I had my first pedicure/manicure eons ago. Recently, I discovered a shop at a mall here which does nail arts and I promised myself I'd go one of these days. It's rather stylish by the looks of the posters in the nail salon. I hope it'll look cute on my nails though. Wish me luck! :)

Monday, May 7, 2007

Double time

Alam niyo ba na one is to ten na ang ratio ng mga babae sa lalake? Tapos ito pa yung breakdown ng mga lalakeng yun: dalawa dun bading, tapos idagdag mo pa yung dalawang boypren ng bading, isa dun magiging pari, at dalawa taken na.

Eh di tatlo na lang natitira, di ba? Kamusta naman kung yung tatlong yun eh gwapo pa. O kaya kung matino naman ang ugali di ba?

Tsk. Sabi nga ni Maika: "Kelangan mag double time."

Saturday, May 5, 2007

Wiki "sincha?!"* moments

From Wikipedia entries of some of the May 2007 election senatorial candidates:






*Sincha, a Korean expression which means 'really?!'.

Thursday, May 3, 2007

Hot indigenous person

Last month, this happened here in Baguio City. A friend of mine and I volunteered as part of the conference secretariat under the documentation team (and also because we are members of the College Editor's Guild of the Philippines or CEGP Baguio-Benguet and Kabataan Partylist that's why we had to help somehow) but SADLY and very much UNFORTUNATELY I only made it to the second day and THAT WAS IT.

I wasn't able to complete the international conference OR help in any way because I was cramped up with fixing my birth certificate and registering for the Nursing board exam retake. So I totally trashed any memory of that conference because I wasn't really in it to begin with.

But a few days ago, I received an email from a delegate who represented New Zealand (surprisingly, I was part of the APIYN email list. I wonder who listed me...). It contained pictures she (or is it he?) took of the conference and I was totally surprised to see this hottie. I was like 'Whoa!'

the hot indigenous guy

Okaaaayyyyy. Yeah I saw that guy when I came in the second day but I had no idea he was that hot without his shirt on! If I did, I would've dodged fixing that birth certificate and asked him to marry me instead! Oh he's sooo my McDreamy! Good-looking na, tibak pa! I heard that he was so tibak that he made agit mag-isa when he was discussing his tribe's plight with the NZ government. "The people, united, will never be defeated!" I hate that agit because it's sooo luma na pero gawd I would've clenched my fist and threw it in the air and screamed with him. Kahit magmukha akong tanga. LOL :)

Take that, Sparta boys.

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Girl Power!

This is the Spice Girls performing their first single 'Wannabe' broadcasted in 1996.

When I spent Lent with old friends in Zambales, we strolled down high school memory lane: who we hated most, what kalokohans we did, games we played, dress that we wore, and the music we listened to. We were so mainstream back then. We like Eraserheads, N'Sync, Backstreet Boys, and of course the Spice Girls.

If the 80s had Bananarama, we had the Spice Girls. The late 90s owned Spice Girls and I haven't met a single soul of my age who didn't listen to them. I remember owning tapes (yes! TAPES!) of their albums plus posters and I even watched their movie. I memorized their songs and dance routines by heart. I was a hardcore Spice Girls fan. The only thing I didn't do was to wear platform shoes.

Our classroom always reeked of Spice Girls tune. If any of us was called up in front of the classroom or on the stage to sing or do an ice breaker, we would always end up singing a Spice Girls song (especially my gay classmates, until of course they developed their Adam's apple). A minus one cassette was always handy when it came to this. I always had fun singing and dancing along even if I have absolutely no artistic capabilities. I was so hooked with their Girl Power slogan and I think that started my being feminist.

I especially liked how they dress up to their individual nicknames. Victoria Adams (Posh Spice) was always so demure but still glamorous. Emma Bunton (Baby Spice) always wore pink which kinda made her my favorite and was most often than not in a pigtail. Mel C. (Sporty Spice) was always the rowdy one and wore soccer uniforms. Mel B. (Scary Spice) had, well, a scary hair! Geri Halliwell (Ginger Spice) errrmm... well I don't really get why she is called that way. All I can think of is that it has something to do with her fiery red hair.

There was also this rumor that they were in reality gays and were products of reproductive surgeries. It's kinda funny but I think I sort of believed this at first. Yes, I was very gullible in high school.

I miss the Spice Girls. I wish they'd push through with their reunion tour. If they will come to the Philippines, I'll definitely watch. Do you think they will still be singing live like they always do in their concerts? Or even doing some serious high-energy dancing?

So many men, so little time

I think I have thanatophobia. Just a while ago when I was on my way to SM to watch the premiere of Spider-Man 3 (props to Maika for getting us free guaranteed seat tickets, by the way), there was a truck infront of the taxi I was riding that was carrying timber and I kept thinking what if this suddenly falls and crashes into my cab? Followed by a litany of thoughts about death and dying. I was doing the thinking part a lot recently.

It also got me thinking of things I like to do or see before I leave this deity-forsaken planet. Below are some of the things on top of my head:

1) I've always thought bartending is such a cool job. My brother did some bartending way back and I always got free drinks from him. Plus that Coyote Ugly film fueled my imagination. *wink* I'd like to learn how to bartend and be a successful bartender.

2) Skydive. I like defying gravity.

3) Go backpacking in Europe with my closest friends and then meeting hot strangers on the way. ^_^

4) Have sex with Brad Pitt or Jude Law. Oh okay, a hug is enough.

5) Have a religious pilgrimage. Talk to the Dalai Lama, visit Mecca, or walk on the streets of Jerusalem.

6) Pilot my own plane. And not crash, of course.

7) Spend a weekend at Burj Al-Arab.

8) Dive in a pool of spaghetti. I looooove spaghetti! It cheers me up everytime I eat it.

9) Star in a movie... porn movie. LOL

10) Spend a night with Neil Gaiman, Paulo Coelho, and Robert Fulghum. It'll be nice if Conan O'Brien was there, too.

11) Write and publish a kick-ass novel.

12) Go on a shopping spree in Milan, Paris, New York and Tokyo.

13) Go to Times Square for New Year's Eve and kiss the man I will spend the rest of my life with. Until I find him, Times Square will have to wait.

14) Party until I drop in Mykonos, Greece aka Where the World Goes to Party.
That is all I can think for now. How about you? What's on your list?

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Pwede na isahog sa sinigang

Asi Taulava aka The Tallest Man I've Ever Seen in Person

Me: (taps Asi's shoulder) Can we have a picture together?
Asi Taulava: Oh yeah sure! (puts hands around my shoulder and stooped down to my height)
Me: Oh no! Stand straight! I want them to see how tall you really are!
Asi: (smiles) Okay then. (stands a bit)
Me: (hugs him) You're really big. You're like the biggest person I've seen in my entire life!
Asi: Really?
Me: Yeah! Thanks for the picture.
Asi: No problem.
And he has this really hard abs too. Yes, I just had to hug him! He's like this big teddy bear!

*I look tanga in our picture. LOL