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The 15 Hookups We Sort Of Regret | The Frisky

The 15 Hookups We Sort Of Regret | The Frisky

I had to laugh this one out.
Is it possible for all these guys to exist in one city?

I want to say, "no, not by a long shot", but I'm really thinking, "who am I kidding, of course, each city in the world has a complete set of idiots like them".
Except maybe Vatican City.
Well... okay that's another story.

There are definitely days when I miss Mama Becky.
Today in particular is tough to get through, for some reason.
I don't know if it's plainly a surge of homesickness, or the innate need to be near the person who will never let me down no matter what.

Or maybe it's midyear burnout.
It's been six months and I've only had one very short holiday.
And the only face I want to see that will pull the plug on work mode is, ironically, my workaholic mother.

I can't wait to tell her all about my year. It's been pretty amazing.
At the start of the year I came up with a list of goals for 2010.
So far I've crossed half of the items on the list, which isn't bad for a midyear record.
So the other half is going to be a piece of cake, but still very fulfilling.

I capped my night with three things - bath tub, vodka, blogging.
The perfect panacea for a long day, and a long day head.
The bath released all the heat I accumulated out in the sun.
The vodka released a little angst I might have had during the day.
And the blogging is something I've missed, so here I am.

I noticed that I've been playing safe in my blog and on Facebook.
I am careful with the words I choose and the emotions I convey.
Not to mention the pictures I post.
Suddenly I miss Manila, my Manila.
Not for long though. Can't wait!
Kisses!

Who would you love for football?

This is posted all over our building. I guess some resurrected commie can't wait for Germany to crush Spain! A lot of people found this funny. Not funny haha, but maybe funny what-the-hell. Although my race is irrelevant to whatever happened in the past, I would know that loving Hitler is kinda wrong in many ways. Especially for the sake of a football match. Also disturbing. But things like this don't really spook me. This one is provocative, but completely senseless . Plus I'm not Jewish.

I'm rooting for Germany. I believe it's going to be a bloodbath on the pitch if they get to face the Dutch. If Thomas Muller gets to play in the finals, the game wouldn't end without a grand attempt at a goal from him. In your face, Maradona.

I am on a hair thickening mission.
This is my third day, and with the help of Dr. Ibrahim, in less than two months, my old crowning glory will be restored.
For four years I've endured Dubai's cruel bath water and as my scalp showed through the limp strands that managed to hold on to my weakened roots, I vowed to take action.
Off I went to see my most trusted dermatologist and...
BAM!
A prescription from heaven.
See you in 45 days!

This photo was taken by Hadrian Hernandez last year.
The Filipino Press Club gathered at St. Mary's Church to pray for the souls of the victims of the Maguindanao massacre.
I was in shambles then, unable to think straight and extremely weak.
Well, whatever I was praying for then has been granted.
And every single day I say a prayer of gratitude.

I don't really have a team at the World Cup.
I just want Germany to win tonight.
And that's not wishful thinking.
It's currently 2-0 in favor of the Germans.
I just really like the colors of their flag.
Plus I heard England wasn't very nice to international media.

The devil's idea of cruisin'

Henry is one of the best-looking black men in the world.
Will Smith's son could have made it to the roster but he's eleven.
So yeah no crushing on eleven-year-olds.

Becky in China

Zoe's bit for Mother's Day. We love Becky!

Our office security guard gave me a prayer booklet called Miracles of our Lord of Pardon.
He is the sweetest.
I keep it in my wallet and read it with the best of intentions.
I love having Him in my life.

"Independence day is not for me. When I'm bound to You, I feel so free." - Barbie's Cradle

Outkast - Roses

Coffee

I believe I vowed never to drink coffee, but the other day those Sumatra beans seduced me like they were Kobe Bryant scoring three for me.
Caffeine, adrenaline, all senses stimulated.
And I gave in, even though I knew what was going to happen to me in the next couple of days.
True enough, now my heart's jumping like the Venga Boys are coming, and that means I will have to forego a good night sleep.
But can I really give it up altogether? Like forever?
We're talking lots of decades more here.
Probably not.
Coffee brings a familiar warmth inside me.
Because when I was in college, my mom and the moms of my friends didn't give us "wine-and-dine" allowance.
We couldn't buy nice meals.
But we still got to hang out at lots of nice places.
We simply ordered instant coffee.
Nescafe 3-in-1, like it was the most delicious thing in the world.
Of course when we were at McDonalds the sundae beat it, but coffee is universally the safest and cheapest beverage on the menu that requires slow sipping, and must be coupled with a looong conversation.
Of course there's also tea, but Tulka voluntarily serves me three cups a day at work, and Fifi makes some for me after work that it just becomes my second water.
Coffee has become a novelty for me.
How about that.
Years ago it was my only choice.
And I've upgraded to aged Sumatra. And it smells like heaven.
How things quickly turn around.

Check Yo'self Before You Wreck Yo'self!

10 Small Changes with Big Health Payoffs

A weekend in RAK with Fifi

Just A Little Sumthen' Sumthen' to Quench My Thirst for Some Good Ole Kilig!

Family Matters

It really does.
Lots of good news this week.

Maoers, my cousin, celebrated his 14th birthday in New York.
What? He's 14? Where did all the years go?
Not long ago he was having toilet troubles and we used to tease him about it.

Then I learned that Tita Loloy gave birth to a beautiful baby named Olivia.
I cannot wait to see my new cousin!
Her genes plus Tito Alessandro's?
We've got a future Miss Universe.
Anyway all my cousins are charming and good-looking.
What can I say, they take after their ate.

And lastly Mama's going to China to visit some garment factories.
Garment factories in China are synonymous to bagsak-presyo signature clothes and bags.
Years ago when she went there, she got me lots of clothes and leather bags for a tenth of their actual prices in the market.
Slave labor issues aside, I think factory visits are awesome.
Way to go Mama Becky.

Keep the good news coming!
It makes me super happy :)

An Old Picture of Tabachingching Zoe

I Saw Saw 6

Saw 6 was awesome!
Thanks Fifi for downloading it!
I think what fascinated me the most is the fact that it's a gory version of life.
You try so hard to win, but in the end you discover it's not even your game.
Also life is gross sometimes.
Under rare circumstances you're even forced to chop your forearm off.

The night I laughed my ass off.

I love Jason Mraz because he's got soul. And he reveals it sans drama.
All we really need is the belief that music is universal, spontaneous, uplifting, and most of all, fun.

Expats send flip-flops to young Filipinos - The National Newspaper

Expats send flip-flops to young Filipinos - The National Newspaper

Mother Galo, I'm so proud of you! Your kindness has spread like a disease!

I love Michael V!

Sigh! :)