Sunday, March 25, 2007
sleepless but smiling
How can I not be with Paolo singing right in front of me.
sleep deprivation + internet addiction = tragic romantic delusions
Thursday, March 22, 2007
clinton vs. obama
Whose side are you on?
Funny, but I thought we were all supposed to be on the same side.
Funny, but I thought we were all supposed to be on the same side.
Monday, March 19, 2007
B-Shorty a.k.a. Blake Lewis-Iyog
Yum.
I always thought beat-boxing was corny, but this boy seriously gives me a woody wet spot each time he does it.
There's also this one of a friend of his who I think is hella funny:
I always thought beat-boxing was corny, but this boy seriously gives me a woody wet spot each time he does it.
There's also this one of a friend of his who I think is hella funny:
Sunday, March 11, 2007
friends do not let friends drink and...HULA
For his 28th birthday, JPV decided to have his celebration at Waikiki Wally's in the East Village.
The drinks were like the male strippers working the simultaneously occuring bachelorette parties upstairs: huge and very strong. Needless to say everyone got tipsy oh-so-very quickly.
A woman came into our private room and performed a hula number as she chanted the meaning of her graceful body movements: "This is my story... about my beautiful land."
Not to be upstaged at his own birthday party, JPV found a way to take back his spotlight:
JP's Story
The drinks were like the male strippers working the simultaneously occuring bachelorette parties upstairs: huge and very strong. Needless to say everyone got tipsy oh-so-very quickly.
A woman came into our private room and performed a hula number as she chanted the meaning of her graceful body movements: "This is my story... about my beautiful land."
Not to be upstaged at his own birthday party, JPV found a way to take back his spotlight:
Saturday, March 10, 2007
and you thought "Thriller" was scary?
First off, how does one get his hair so...bouncy and full of volume?!?
Bollywood has always been a good source of cringe-worthy amusement for me.
Not because I think Philippine cinema is any better. For one, Bollywood makes more money. Second, we definitely have our fair share of cheesy "bastardizations" of western pop culture. Especially when it comes to movies that have the somewhat inevitable musical production number in medias res.
While I have yet to show you proof of my own home country's shameful exploits, I still believe this video definitely takes the cake!
I was told that the video clip below is from a Telugu movie produced in India. Considering this was written and dubbed in a dialect that isn't Hindi, Urdu or Punjabi, I am not at all certain if I should be referring to it as a "Bollywood" film. It does, however, follow that distinctive formula.
Bollywood, Follywood! Prepare to be amused (or terrified or whatever):
"Goli Maar"
a scene from the movie "Donga"
Scary, huh? Here's something scarier: I caught myself chanting "goli maar..." and shaking my head to some imaginary beat as I was getting dinner ready. Sooooo not cute!
Bollywood has always been a good source of cringe-worthy amusement for me.
Not because I think Philippine cinema is any better. For one, Bollywood makes more money. Second, we definitely have our fair share of cheesy "bastardizations" of western pop culture. Especially when it comes to movies that have the somewhat inevitable musical production number in medias res.
While I have yet to show you proof of my own home country's shameful exploits, I still believe this video definitely takes the cake!
I was told that the video clip below is from a Telugu movie produced in India. Considering this was written and dubbed in a dialect that isn't Hindi, Urdu or Punjabi, I am not at all certain if I should be referring to it as a "Bollywood" film. It does, however, follow that distinctive formula.
Bollywood, Follywood! Prepare to be amused (or terrified or whatever):
"Goli Maar"
a scene from the movie "Donga"
Scary, huh? Here's something scarier: I caught myself chanting "goli maar..." and shaking my head to some imaginary beat as I was getting dinner ready. Sooooo not cute!
Friday, March 09, 2007
what would you put up with...
...to be with someone who rocks your world?
Couldn't help but notice this random message posted on a suggestion board while enjoying a nice gluten-free double chocolate crumb cake with BFSBR at Babycakes.
Nope. Not dating a vegan. Not even dating at all. It's not the actual message that had an impact on me, but the charge of frustration that permeated through the paper and right under my skin.
It made me think of the times I've (tried to) date someone whom I had very few things in common with or lives a lifestlye that--regardless of its legitimacy--is totally foreign to me.
And then I thought of the things I had to give up along with the compromises I had to make and I started to wonder if any of it was worth the effort. I had to cringe at the memory of the lengths I had gone through to please these "ex-objects" of my affection. While some initiatives were more necessary than others, the bottom line is constant. None of these relationships had worked out.
As little children, part of our training to grow into civilized individuals was to learn how to share what we have and meet people halfway in order to build and maintain relationships with the people around us.
Somehow I feel I had missed a lesson or two on how it should be done when in a budding romantic relationship.
See, the more I found myself sharing and giving in for the sake of harmony and romantic longevity, the more entitled the other person just seemed to become. While entitlement grows directly proportional to the giving, it seems to be inversely proportional to one's desire to reciprocate another's generosity.
And then you have the ones we identify as "takers" who seem to have a knack for finding the right person to shack up with. Some of them enjoy one very long term relationship after another with hardly any effort. There is a level of resentment or perhaps loathing for who these takers are and what they undeservingly have. They are envied for getting away with so much with little physical and emotional investment.
Do nice guys really finish last?
Maybe. In my case, I choose to keep on running. Hopefully, that will give me a headstart on the next race. ;-)
Couldn't help but notice this random message posted on a suggestion board while enjoying a nice gluten-free double chocolate crumb cake with BFSBR at Babycakes.
Nope. Not dating a vegan. Not even dating at all. It's not the actual message that had an impact on me, but the charge of frustration that permeated through the paper and right under my skin.
It made me think of the times I've (tried to) date someone whom I had very few things in common with or lives a lifestlye that--regardless of its legitimacy--is totally foreign to me.
And then I thought of the things I had to give up along with the compromises I had to make and I started to wonder if any of it was worth the effort. I had to cringe at the memory of the lengths I had gone through to please these "ex-objects" of my affection. While some initiatives were more necessary than others, the bottom line is constant. None of these relationships had worked out.
As little children, part of our training to grow into civilized individuals was to learn how to share what we have and meet people halfway in order to build and maintain relationships with the people around us.
Somehow I feel I had missed a lesson or two on how it should be done when in a budding romantic relationship.
See, the more I found myself sharing and giving in for the sake of harmony and romantic longevity, the more entitled the other person just seemed to become. While entitlement grows directly proportional to the giving, it seems to be inversely proportional to one's desire to reciprocate another's generosity.
And then you have the ones we identify as "takers" who seem to have a knack for finding the right person to shack up with. Some of them enjoy one very long term relationship after another with hardly any effort. There is a level of resentment or perhaps loathing for who these takers are and what they undeservingly have. They are envied for getting away with so much with little physical and emotional investment.
Do nice guys really finish last?
Maybe. In my case, I choose to keep on running. Hopefully, that will give me a headstart on the next race. ;-)
Friday, March 02, 2007
"Three of your babies, please!?!"
I don't just want your baby, Elliot Yamin. I want three of them little Elliots pitter-pattering around with their tiny feet, crooked teeth and funny mousy ears singing in their would-be tenor voices just like daddy.To celebrate the release of Elliot's single, Movin' On (now on iTunes!), I'd like to you why he will be the the future daddy of Elliot Jr, Elliot III, and Elliot Charles McTwink Iyog:
"Star Spangled Banner"
"Somebody To Love"
"Heaven"
"Open Arms"
"A Song For You"
Thursday, March 01, 2007
help us find a missing friend
03/05/07 - UPDATE: Sad news, folks. Martin Espaillat's body was found Saturday, March 3rd, in a park in Clifton, NJ. He had committed suicide. I haven't had the heart to ask my MZ the specifics, but thank you, all who signed the petition that finally mobilized the authorities to search for Martin. May his soul rest in peace.
This is a message I received from a good friend of mine asking for help to find her friend who has been missing since Valentine's Day. Would hate for this to happen to any of my friends and I can only imagine the frustration and anxiety Martin's mysterious disappearance is causing those closest to him.
This is a message I received from a good friend of mine asking for help to find her friend who has been missing since Valentine's Day. Would hate for this to happen to any of my friends and I can only imagine the frustration and anxiety Martin's mysterious disappearance is causing those closest to him.
Martin Espaillat has been missing since Wednesday, February, 14th 2007. He left his home in Clifton that morning to take a NJ Transit train to his job in Jersey City. He never arrived at work that day and no known person has seen or heard from him since.
A missing persons report was filed on Friday, February 16th, 2007 by Martin’s sister, Mildred. Since then, most of the avenues of information on his whereabouts have been investigated such as bank, train, and store surveillance, e-mail accounts and phone records, all leading to dead ends. It is getting down to almost the three week mark of his disappearance and no full scale police search in the city of Clifton has been attempted.
The purpose of this petition is to strongly persuade the Clifton Police Department to search an area in Clifton known as “The Gates of Hell.”
This area is a series of underground tunnels and hidden compartments. We suspect that searching this location might lead us to Martin Espaillat. Because this area is designated as a no trespassing area, a major police led, supervised, and/or warranted search of this area MUST be done as soon as possible. Martin Espaillat’s life is at stake.
If you have seen him, or have any information please contact Mildred Espaillat at mildred@happyviper.com. You may also contact the Clifton Police Department at 973-470-5262.
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