Scenes from the Sto Niño Church at 12 Noon

Style 101: On Bluetooth Headsets

Q: I hate seeing people with Bluetooth earpieces protruding from the sides of their heads. Should you even use one outside the car?

A: Utter horror! The Bluetooth headset makes even the best-dressed men look like something out of Star Trek. In fact, there is something specifically Ferengi about them. I bought the most discreet-looking unit I could find, and I can hardly bring myself to use it in the car—though the law prohibits handsets and I’ve got one offense on my record already. It’s funny, but the hands-free phone is one innovation I just can’t get used to. I still think people are walking down the street talking to themselves. Convenience is fine, but dignity comes first. I’m waiting for the fedora phone or the monocle-cord mike with hearing-aid phone—it should look like one of those hearing aids that the singer Johnnie Ray wore in the ’50s.

from men.style.com/gq/fashion/styleguy

Pic from technomail.blogspot.com

Style 101: On Mobile Phones

Q: I’ve had the same cell phone for a couple of years, and granted, it’s kind of big, but it still works. I just feel like there’s a new cell phone coming out every week—the RAZR, the SLVR, the KRZR. Do I have to buy the latest phone every time a new one comes out just to look hip?

A: It does look kind of bad to have one of those walkie-talkie-size phones. It makes you look unhip and poor. Although one doesn’t want Derek Zoolander’s phone, when it comes to accommodating communication technology within the pocket of your pants, the smaller the better, I say. The newer cell phones are not only superior performancewise; they also emit less radiation. As with most things technological, progress presses on, and it’s usually worth it to keep up.

from http://men.style.com/gq/fashion/styleguy/

I Could Never Be Your Woman (because I am a man hahahaha)

I Could Never Be Your Woman is a hilarious film about a woman loving a younger man or a young man loving a matured woman, whatever, but they fell in love. And raising a teenager in-between career and love. The movie is light and nice to watch. I could not help but giggle at some scenes and smile when I went out of the cinema.

But I hate the intro part when people having liposuction, botox injection and other enhancements were shown. Ewww.

Michelle Pfeiffer is still lovely and acts well. Just like an aged wine. Smooth. Easy. I also love the performance of the kid, what was her name? Ronan?

Recommended for group dates. I am sure you can connect.

The Kilt Mystery Exposed

Not So Hot Night at The Wineshop

I was here before at this Spanish-owned bar called The Wineshop along Gorordo St. I had a great time the last time we visited. But last night the place was boring as counting sheeps. What happened? Maybe because it was a Sunday? Or maybe because the waiting staff there were new and bored too?

When we arrived the staff just looked at us. Some looked the other way. We dressed right I am sure of that. I was wearing a shirt and jeans and shoes. My companions were properly dressed as well knowing The Wineshop posted a sign at their windows that sleeveless shirts were not allowed. But we saw some Koreans there like they were about to sleep at the bar. Short-shorts and slippers and yeah, sleeveless shirts. Looked like money mattered after all. Hmmm.

A white alien came in, tagging along with him were three angels of the night. The way they dressed made me realize they were such. The waiting staff accommodated them. What was happening?

We called the small waitress at the corner. She gave us a menu and left. We called her again and we ordered one bottle of white Spanish wine, semi-sweet. It came in floating in a plastic bucket of ice. Huh? Plastic? My companions said, But the foreigners at the other tables had stainless steel buckets! I said, They knew this is all we can afford.

And so we rushed our drinks and said our goodbyes.

We were planning to have a bottle each. Sayang.

Did You Know?

Philippine National Artist Napoleon Abueva was born on January 26, 1930 in Bohol.

The sculptor -- whose works include the double crucifix inside the Parish of the Holy Sacrifice at the University of the Philippines in Diliman, Quezon City, and the Transfiguration, a towering Christ figure at the Eternal Gardens Memorial Park in Caloocan City -- studied at the UP School of Fine Arts under Guillermo Tolentino.

He later became dean of the UP College of Fine Arts. Abueva was named a National Artist in sculpture in 1977.

by Cyril L. Bonabente, Inquirer Research

Ouch!

Ewww To The Maxxx

I am not against gays even if they go to extremes. They wear women's clothes. It is okay. They wear makeup. It is okay. They bash everyone. It is okay. But what I really hate about gays is when they extremely do things which is done in private. Kissing or smooching, for example.

I was with gay friends at The Cove in Cabanas along Juana Osmeña having a great time drinking and teasing everyone. Suddenly two of them went french-kissing in front of the crowd. I said to myself, Hey this is normal nowadays! I am just a hypocrite. I am just a conservative Pinoy.

But their smooching has become so much of a bother to me so I said that they must stop what they were doing. But they never listened.

I felt creepy. Like, am I the only weird alien here? Was it just me? Were they that pathetic? Ow c'mon, never tell me because they love each other so much they have to do it in public. It was a lame excuse jackass. Loving each other is different from showing your weirdness in public.

Anyways, I still believe that what you do in private, not considering your sexual preferences are, should be done in private, no matter how appealing you are in person. It is not like, when you have it, show it. Heterosexual partners can be excused. I am biased. I am a fucking gender insensitive. Call me whatever names you like but really, when these aliens smooching in public were not of the best of the line, who would cheer them up? Bald. Chubby-type. Old. Smooching in public. Ewwww.

Believe me, it sucks.

Caricature from http://www.tekstadventure.nl/branko/blog/
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If Only Our Churches Were Like These

I hate these Scandinavian designers (and their whole race as well) whose impeccable taste for good design can be seen even in the holiest of places, their churches. If only our churches were like these, I am sure people would love to come and appreciate the good things God has given them, even if the priest's sermon is hmmm, boring.

Divisive as it may be to alter houses built for God, these architects do not need to preach to the choir about their immaculate conceptions in renovations, we’re sold. - Andrew J Wiener and Brendan McKnight

Photos from thecoolhunter.net

Heath Ledger, 28

I was expecting Britney Spears to die before him.

NEW YORK - Heath Ledger was found dead Tuesday at a downtown Manhattan apartment, naked in bed with sleeping pills nearby, police said. The Australian-born actor was 28. It wasn't immediately clear if Ledger had committed suicide.

He had an appointment for a massage at a residence in the tony neighborhood of SoHo, NYPD spokesman Paul Browne said. A housekeeper who went to let him know the massage therapist had arrived found him dead at 3:26 p.m.

A large crowd of paparazzi and gawkers gathered outside the building on an upscale block. Ledger's body was still inside, and several police officers guarded the door.

His movie career caught on anyway, culminating with his Academy Award nomination opposite Jake Gyllenhaal in "Brokeback."

"Dark Knight" director Christopher Nolan said earlier this month that Ledger's performance as the Joker would be wildly different than Jack Nicholson's memorable turn in 1989's "Batman."

"It was a very great challenge for Heath," Nolan said. "He's extremely original, extremely frightening, tremendously edgy. A very young character, a very anarchic presence that taps into a lot of our basic fears and panic."

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Photos from phlamer.blogspot.com and ew.com

I'm Coming Home

I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,

Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.

Home by Chris Daughtry

When life begins for me, I will be going home finally. Certain events in my life happened so fast that I have forgotten the place where I belong, the place where “love has always been enough for me.” Home.

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The Frenzy That Was Sinulog