my first girlfriend ever is pregnant
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Posted:Nov 11, 2008 9:32 am
Last Updated:Mar 3, 2009 1:03 am 11954 Views
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i just found out that my first girlfriend ever, Cheryl, is pregnant. even though you want nothing but the best for past lovers, it still sends a pang through your heart realizing someone you loved so much is happily married and pregnant. Even though it has been 10 years ago. yup i had my first girlfriend when i was 24.
the news triggered a walk down memory lane ... a very painful one. actually i could have cried.
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Halloween is creeping up on us like a stalker with bad breath
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Posted:Oct 29, 2008 12:18 pm
Last Updated:Nov 11, 2008 9:21 am 11538 Views
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Plans already for Halloween? Wolfing down candy and fastfood while watching some horror movies.
I watched The Descent yesterday as a little teaser. For peeps who read my blog cover to cover, know I did see it already ages ago on a film festival
Have a scary Halloween!
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Music to my ears
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Posted:Oct 8, 2008 2:28 pm
Last Updated:Oct 29, 2008 12:08 pm 11562 Views
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i just got home from an evening at Bozar. The National Orchestra of Korea brought the house down. It takes a couple of minutes to adjust your ears to the Asian sound, to the Western ears it can sound out of key. But to me it is music to my ears. I do have a CD of traditional music which I listen to till my ears are convinced Korean is my native tongue.
I was smiling from ear to ear. And after the concert I bumped into my Korean teacher from years ago, Peh In Seon. All the guys had a crush on her.
An evening to remember ... and the fun has only started.
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Made in Korea
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Posted:Sep 25, 2008 7:02 am
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2008 6:06 pm 11388 Views
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From 10.10.2008 till 28.02.2009 the centre of fine arts in Brussels (Bozar) will focus on Korea with Made in Korea. Kewl. I am a nut for everything that is Korean: food (i am a kimchi addict yes i confess it ... bulgogi is just to die for), movies (oh my god ... if ever Koreans stop making movies you can kill me) ... so you know where i will be ... yup at Bozar
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scandal in 2004 in cebu city
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Posted:Sep 23, 2008 4:32 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2008 11:14 am 10679 Views
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Mongaya: Spurned woman
By ANOL MONGAYA
DANIEL Machanik had it coming. He courted one of his original online models for his asiandreamdate business. The girl eventually became his girlfriend and girl Friday. Being a graduate of one of Cebu City's Catholic universities, she helped Machanik build the business.
But Machanik eventually got fed up and dumped her in favor of another model. Worse, after reportedly a rather nasty fight, Machanik fired her.=20
The spurned woman, with reportedly three other models, on found her way to Bobby Nalzaro of GMA 7, radio dySS, Sun.Star Cebu and Superbalita and denounced Machanik. Nalzaro referred her to CIDG that eventually conducted the raid last week.
Machanik probably does not know it yet but he could very well fill the vacuum left by boxing promoter Perry McNeeley in the eyes of the public. In fairness to McNeeley, the charges filed against him were eventually dropped. But still the public considered him an offender.
The guy probably thought dropping the name of Vice Gov. John-john Osmea during the CIDG raid would get him off the hook. Instead, it only placed the vice governor in trouble.
No, the raid was not the handiwork of the vice governor's political opponents. It was a result of Machanik's folly of dating his models. Nevertheless, I am sure both Capitol consultant Gwen Garcia and former congressman Junie Martinez were delighted. I can now imagine their media spinners preparing to use this issue that fell on their laps right after the filing of COCs.
In fairness to John-john, however, I gathered from some of the models that he had nothing to do with the American's online dating business. Though the vice governor and Machanik knew each other, John-john did not know what went on inside the Internet cafe.
I find it sad that girls who had undergone college education get involved in businesses like this. After all, one could hardly find girls who could carry on online chats for several hours with foreigners inside KTV bars. But earning up to P1,000 a night is definitely attractive for many who are in their late teens and early 20s.
ANYONE STILL REMEMBER THIS?
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Two guys and a car (part IX)
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Posted:Sep 19, 2008 12:20 pm
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2008 6:59 pm 11447 Views
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Pink scorpio
Pink scorpio, it could be the new femme fatale in a James Bond movie. But actually it was a pink bikini with a scorpio depicted on it, i saw in one of the stores on our trip. It made me think of you. You sting and still I come for more when you seduce me with your curves in a bikini. My pink scorpio! My pain. My desire. My love. My heart. I have more passion for you in my left toe than in my entire body for any other vixen. Swear!
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Two guys and a car (part VIII)
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Posted:Sep 19, 2008 8:48 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 10:24 am 10713 Views
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Nothing but road
Roads. Roads. Who wants roads for 60 euro? Yup we paid 60 euro to drive from Sporanto to Bari over Italian highways. You have to take the term highway very lightly. Like anything in the south of Europe. Light and slow. But truth be told, there were some nice stretches of scenery. We even drove through a blind spot on the map. The only activity was burning down some fields … did you ever witness it? We did. It felt surreal.
Bari is Soprano country. Luckily we only met a nicely shaped female hotel clerk in the Sheraton Hotel. Her only weapon was her smile. Well, maybe she had other weapons but they were not visible with the naked eye … no pun intended. Superman where art thou?
Yes, we stayed in the Sheraton? Ask for my hand and you get some Sheraton goodies. Nice deal right? Me and some goodies.
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Two guys and a car (part VII)
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Posted:Sep 19, 2008 8:45 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 10:24 am 10784 Views
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A road paved with flowers
It seems beauty and suffering go hand in hand. We drove just 350 kilometers in more than 7 hours (just as point of reference, normally it takes 50 minutes to drive 100 km at 120 km/h … so do the math and you will end up with a result that spells H-E-L-L. But it was worth it as the coastline between Menton and Noli is to die for!
We had lunch in a small French village on the rocks of a cute beach. We could smell the salt of the sea water. We could feel the oil in the air from women protecting their treasures with sunblock. We drove past sceneries even Edward Hopper could not paint. We saw the wealth in Cannes and Nice. And saw the couples on their vespa’s in Italy.
Flower Riviera! I salute you even though I have to drive to hell to nibble on your beauty. And even though your flower taste much better than the pizza I got at this family restaurant in Sporanto (Piza Dolce Vita my *ss!), I know a siren with a much tastier flower garden.
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Two guys and a car (part VI)
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Posted:Sep 19, 2008 8:39 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 10:24 am 10664 Views
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Idle hands read the history of art
Last day in our home from home. And like god, we rested. If you are a PHD in logical reasoning you can’t deny the obvious.
Not that we put our idle hands in the hands of the devil, no. I put mine in E.H. Gombrich’s hands as I read his book on art history. Although written 45 years ago, it is still mandatory reading for any art history student. So, for all the art lovers out there, get your Gombrich!
This is my kind of day: me, a couch and Greeks, Romans, Italians and even already a Belgian, Jan Van Eyck (he was the first to use oil paint and transformed painting in the North of Europe … in the south there was one Giotto di Bondone who had the honor to elevate the art of painting to a new level). I still have hundreds of pages to go but I know that it will not be the devil who awaits me at the end of the last sentence. Though I could make a case for devil inspired art. Darkness. If you want to feel pure darkness, I have to recommend the novel “House of Leaves”. Any girl who wants to marry me has to read it as well watch all the works of Kim Ki-Duk, David Lynch and Miike Takashi without running to the bathroom to throw up her lunch, dinner and breakfast … yes, no anorexic siren for me! Now read, watch and ask for my hand when you are done.
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Two guys and a car (part V)
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Posted:Sep 19, 2008 8:29 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2024 10:24 am 10660 Views
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Whistling dixie
Who said watching too many movies or too much television is hazardous? I learnt a new expression from the great master while watching the movie Fargo: “whistling dixie”. It should mean something like “don’t talk nonsense”. And we were whistling dixie earlier that day during our 20 kilometer walk over the rough terrain of the Provence. Sometimes even falling on our knees and praying to the God of Rain to shower us with his love. You have no idea what 5 hours of cruel interrogation by the sun does to a person. No privacy! You can’t even hide the most secret parts of your body as his lidless eye burns through clothes.
My brother was my sherpa, what he can do with a map … well just let me say that he even makes a seasoned hombre like me blush. And I was performing mule or donkey duty, carring the backpack with our survival kit. But if you find donkey sh*t on the trail, it’s not mine!!! I think they sh*t so much because they keep feeding them nothing but stale bread. Along the donkey trails you can find drop off points for stale bread which is used to feed animals like donkeys. Who says the French are stupid? Me!
To wash off all the dust we went to Saint-Croix, near Le Lavandou. Nothing like sea water to pure your body from the abuse of the God of Sun. Not that I went into the water. I don’t trust French sea water. I will wait till I arrive in Greece. But you had to see my brother, with dolphin like moves he beat the sea into submission. Too bad there were no gorgeous mermaids! Even the girls who fell for the Hummer 2 and his French owner (all muscles excepts where it counts) were of questionable beauty (they had fake written all over their chest). Who says the French are stupid? Me! Oh Sirens of Greece, call for me!
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