Monday, 21 December 2009

formspring.me

What's weirdest thing you've ever eaten? Did you end up liking it anyway?

moussaka. i've googled photos and was surprised to see that it doesn't have to look like shit but it did when i ate it. reminded me a lot of a carabao's poop. but i loved the taste. amazingly, it's made of eggplant which is taboo on my table. too late but it was a beautiful mistake.

Should we hate Tiger Woods now?

Sunday, 20 December 2009

formspring.me

Where can I buy Mercy Buko? Is it as tasty and refreshing as Louie's Buko?

LOL. i wish there's such a merchandise but unfortunately, mercybuko is a username not to be bought. it's a simple take on the French's 'thank you very much' merci beaucoup. ;-)

Should we hate Tiger Woods now?

Wednesday, 16 December 2009

Thursday, 3 December 2009

Tiger Woods, the sorry-ass

I've been a Tiger Woods fan since he became a number one golfer. I don't know much about golf except for that cute little white ball, that sleek-looking metal-stick, that joy-cart-ride and that fabulous seemingly endless green of manicured grasses. Rules of the game? Zilch.

Despite my shameless ignorance of the elitist sport, I still love Tiger Woods, not golf.

There's something about the man. Maybe it's his semblance of quiet, yeah, I like silent, brooding men. Maybe it's his color, a rich perfect brown that reminds me so much of our backyard clay soil I used to mold into crooked vases when I was little. Or maybe it's his intrigue-free life even amidst the fame and, yes, fortune. When he married the pretty blond Scandinavian, I was more happy than jealous because he went into a serious relationship with a girl who wasn't even famous. I was pleased. Tiger defied the 'tradition' which usually plays out like this:

Rich athlete wins in his ball game, collects trophies, money and endorsements and money, begets a gorgeous socialite/Hollywood star. Dates, dates, dates. Separates, philanders and finds another girl. It's a vicious cycle.

Well, Tiger challenged that cycle. Until the shady incident where he mysteriously hit his car against a hydrant. No biggie but apparently, there was more to it than an injured number one golfer and a wrecked car.

Speculations have been made, claims have been declared by the 'other' women and chaos ruled. Amidst the chaos, here's what Tiger has to say:

I have let my family down and I regret those transgressions with all of my heart. I have not been true to my values and the behavior my family deserves. I am not without faults and I am far short of perfect. I am dealing with my behavior and personal failings behind closed doors with my family. Those feelings should be shared by us alone.

Tiger, I like you. But I cannot accept this plea of forgiveness when you didn't even specify what transgressions you may have done. And please if you apologize, don't try to justify yourself by saying that you're not perfect. We know you aren't. So cut this bullshit and just apologize. You want to deal with it alone? Fine. We the public will give that to you. Good luck.

Although I am a well-known person and have made my career as a professional athlete, I have been dismayed to realize the full extent of what tabloid scrutiny really means. For the last week, my family and I have been hounded to expose intimate details of our personal lives. The stories in particular that physical violence played any role in the car accident were utterly false and malicious. Elin has always done more to support our family and shown more grace than anyone could possibly expect.

We understand that you are dismayed by the sensationalism but darling you should have thought about that before you did anything that ignites scrutiny. You are a fish in bowl who stands out and you should have known better.

But no matter how intense curiosity about public figures can be, there is an important and deep principle at stake which is the right to some simple, human measure of privacy. I realize there are some who don't share my view on that. But for me, the virtue of privacy is one that must be protected in matters that are intimate and within one's own family. Personal sins should not require press releases and problems within a family shouldn't have to mean public confessions.

Indeed. Privacy is a luxury for you. Next time be careful. Walk on eggs. Make that Faberge to give you more caution.

Whatever regrets I have about letting my family down have been shared with and felt by us alone. I have given this a lot of reflection and thought and I believe that there is a point at which I must stick to that principle even though it's difficult.

Of course, your family is hit the hardest, maybe like a whip from a titanium-made golf club. Reflection? Yes. A lot? I don't think so. Take your time. Reflect some more. I think you need it.

I will strive to be a better person and the husband and father that my family deserves. For all of those who have supported me over the years, I offer my profound apology.

Yes. Family should get the best out of you. No. I don't think the internet is the best medium for an apology.

Friday, 13 November 2009

Julienne Taylor

I'm getting hooked with muzak lately and I wonder why. I like listening to songs and all, but never really got to the point of overdosing. Well, not until late. Geez. Always the late bloomer I am.

I hate going mainstream though so I'm trying to listen to some beautiful vocals without the exaggerated fame and I came to discover a Scottish treasure who answers to the name Julienne Taylor. I listened to her version of Need to be Next to You and I simply adored it...or her. I'm not a voice expert but I think Ms. Taylor's voice could pass for mellow, breathy and mysterious. I'd love to hear her when I'm lying on a hammock on any lazy afternoon. Well, she kind of makes me lazier.

Luckily, my aunt has A Time for Love, Julienne's album, so I'm planning to NOT return it to auntie, poor woman. Just to give you some heads-up of what songs are included in the album, here goes:

I don't wanna talk about it
Unbreakable
One of Us
Love Hurts
It's in the way you are
Too Much Heaven
Ever Fallen in Love
Here There and everywhere
Need to be next to you
Toybox
Why
Only when i sleep
all out of love
real
how can you mend a broken heart
your song

Maybe, just maybe, you should try listening to one of her songs, too. I tell you man, she's good.

Wednesday, 11 November 2009

This is It

Been to the cinema and watched Michael Jackson's eerily posthumous concert 'This is It'. It's amazing how people make big money out of a dead person, isn't it? In any case, it was a beautiful one, sorta documentary-like but I would still prefer a living MJ to perform. Yeah, I'm a very demanding spectator like that. Since I am not one hell of an expert to toot my review like any critic would, lemme just tell those who haven't seen 'This is It' to go watch it, for closure, that is, if you are a big fan of old man MJ.

Anyway, speaking of closure, it kinda hit me that I will never have the chance to see MJ in person, even if I would suddenly win some real big lottery to buy a ticket for his concert. Man, he's 6-feet under and just the thought of 'goodbye forever' sucks-hurts. Geez, I'm gettin' all sentimental here.

Incidentally, MJ's song 'She's Out of My Life' speaks of me without my ultimate idol. And so, getting all melodramatic and all, I figured I could just overdose myself with anything MJ-ish which Youtube fortunately obliged. Then I found myself watching MJ's MV of 'She's Out of My Life' and man, I tell you, no one else in this whole, entire mama earth will sing the song as heartfelt-like as MJ. 98degrees tried but...Josh Gorban tried but again...Michael Jackson is just ultimately the man for the job. If you ain't convinced, here goes:

Monday, 2 November 2009

Oh Chiz


As far as I am concerned, you have just friggin' lost your mojo. That mojo happens to be NPC.

But then again, there's always Bamboo.


Say, whaaaaaaaat?