Thursday, August 28, 2008

Bayots Attack Laos

I'm taking a one-week trip to Lao PDR starting today.

Sunblock, SPF 50. Check.
Sunblock, SPF 20. Check.
Lip balm for the morning. Check.
Lip balm for the evening. Check.
Blue sunglasses. Check.
Orange sunglasses. Check.
Scarf. Check.
Scarf from Cambodia. Check.

Ok, it seems I've got everything I need.

I can't wait. I've been looking forward to this trip since the Czarina of Penang broached the idea. Fuchsiaboy got on board in no time. And what more can I ask for?

We are visiting Vientiane, Vang Vieng, and the World Heritage Site of Luang Prabang.

Now, can you imagine all the camwhoring we'd do there?

Photo Credit: (1) PBase (2) I've Been There

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Shelf Life: I'm Not Into God

Ten years ago, I stopped believing in God. There was no particular impetus for it. Rather, leaving religion was a slow process that started when I was about fourteen when I realized that all religions profess to speak the utmost truth. I reckoned that if that was the case, how would I know if I'm worshiping the right God? Although for a time I thought that all religions are "true" and ultimately we are are praying to the same God anyway, I didn't understand why the dogma of some religions are irreconcilable with others, and at worst, some religions disdain each other, causing religious-motivated atrocities. How can a God, who created all things, promote the contempt for other people?

Before I completely went atheist, I was an agnostic (I was about seventeen by then). But I realized it is a cowardly stance to which I don't certainly belong. There is simply no real evidence for the existence of God and I cannot just sit in the fence. Rather, I chose to stop, not just suspend, any belief in God until it is unequivocally proven true.

I felt emancipated when I decided to stop believing in God. All those years of living in guilt are behind me now. I also felt a better sense of control of my life rather than solicit the approval of religion-based morality and it's laws on divine will. Having shed the superfluity of religion (or I should I say its baggage), my life is very much simplified now.

Wwhen people ask me what my religion is, I always tell them that I've long been not into God.

My stand on religion is to respect all kinds of it, although it does not mean that I approve any single one of them. Some of us have our preferences and certainly religion is a personal preference that does not deserve further discussion. Still, I've had cordial debates about religion once in a while basically for the sake of mental exercise.

I'm quite baffled however at the numerous times in which I'm asked where my sense of morality comes from now that I don't have a religion. Religion is certainly not the only basis for morality is it? Nor is it a good basis for morality given how many wars and monstrous evils it has motivated.

Meanwhile, I'm stunned every time someone religious would argue that there is a big chasm that divides the material world and transcendental experience, as such, science or any rational methods cannot go as far as explaining religion. It is by far the most cowardly way of arguing in favor of religion. Why on earth should religion, which is very much a part of human reason, be spared of any rational exposition? What makes religion so special to save it from serious questioning of what it says and represents?

The last question is pretty much what Richard Dawkins said in the opening pages of The God Delusion (2006) [see Wikipedia entry here], which is by far one of the most fascinating books I've read lately. I had no idea who Richard Dawkins is, and so I was surprised when the first few chapters of the book explored in-depth the evolution of the universe and the origin of life. Apparently Mr Dawkins is some evolutionary biologist, a Darwinian through and through. His arguments reek of evolution and he shows how strong the principles of evolution are to explain even the basics of human behaviour, including religion. The first half of the book uses evolutionary theory to discredit creationism and to explore the roots of religion and the roots of morality. Speaking of his expertise, the author has a tendency to over-explain and I was often lost in his explanations.

I had more fun in the second half of the book though where he delved into what people think is the importance of religion if only to provide a basis for morality. But with the Old and New Testaments showing how vengeful and extremely irrational and contradictory God is at times, the Bible is not a good source of morality either. Some people say that the Bible is not to be taken literally, however, there is no solid criterion to choose which ones we're supposed to believe as literal truths and which are not (rather than the convenience of choosing verses in the Bible that go in our favor).

Meanwhile, some say that there's nothing essentially wrong with religion, and what harm can it do if people continue believing in it anway? How do you explain then the Inquisition, the Crusades, or the September 11 attacks? Dawkins argues that: "Even if religion did no other harm in itself, its wanton and carefully nurtured divisiveness - its deliberate and cultivated pandering to humanity's natural tendency to favour in-groups and shun out-groups - would be enough to make it a significant force for evil in the world". He adds that: "Religious wars really are fought in the name of religion, and they have been horribly frequent in history. I cannot think of any war that has been fought in the name of atheism".

A very relevant aspect of the book as well is how Mr Dawkins protests the raising of children under one religion and consequently labels children as "Christian child", "Muslim child", etc., when in fact they did not have a choice on what religion to adopt rather such is imposed on them by their parents.

The author however is sometimes scathing in his attacks on religion. To quote the review of Publisher's Weekly: "While Dawkins can be witty, even confirmed atheists who agree with his advocacy of science and vigorous rationalism may have trouble stomaching some of the rhetoric: the biblical Yahweh is 'psychotic,' Aquinas's proofs of God's existence are 'fatuous' and religion generally is 'nonsense'." If he were softer on his language, he could perhaps invite more religious people to confront his arguments on a more friendly field. But that perhaps is not the purpose of the book, rather it criticizes religion head-on, an approach that cultural relativists fear to tread.

While I continue to respect religion, this certainly give me a better grasp of the arguments against it. In fact, the book only raised my appetite to read more about religion, its anthropology, psychology, and sociology in particular. Meanwhile, I'm on the last chapter of a more brutal book on religion, God Is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything.

Photo Credit: London Book Review

Monday, August 25, 2008

Gossip Bayot: Normal Gay Guy Edition

Living such a monotonous life, I have a vicarious attachment to the experiences of my gay friends. For one, it has only been recently that I've had this much number of gay friends. For the longest time my closest friends are women.

Discovering the lives of gay men lately, I've always been tempted to write about them but it seems unfair to cannibalize their lives for the sake of this blog. Lately however, I've been looking more closely into their views and realized how fascinating indeed it is to be gay... drama, irreverence, hedonism, and all.

So here, I fall into the temptation of making chismis about the lives of my dear baklang amigas (to my friends who happen to read this blog and who fear falling victim to my chismosa tongue, don't worry, I'd reveal as little details as possible).

I'm not being mean. Hell no.

The intention really is to thresh out what I think are the "issues" faced by gay men of our generation. I don't have the illusion of being the conscience of my friends (what chutzpah!), nor do I wish to represent any group. Instead, this is my continuing exploration of what it's like to be bakla (and I'm sometimes judgemental, so live with it).

If it ends up that I discover more of my self through my friends, so be it.

... thus, the birth of Gossip Bayot.

Our first episode is the case of the two Miss Universe title holders.

I was MSNing with Apasra Hongsakula about his love woes last week. Apasra Hongsakula is perhaps the only Thai bayot that I consider as my friend (I'd talk about this in some other post). We usually bump into each other at Silom Soi 2 and I have even met his angel of a boyfriend, Lara Dutta from India.

I remember one time, the three of us came out of the club and we saw a fortune teller right in the pavement of Silom. Lara had his fortune told right there while I listened and Apasra was talking to a friend. I heard the fortune teller telling him that his boyfriend is actually seeing other men, which was not a surprise to Lara anymore.

A few months before that, Apasra had the gall to suggest to Lara that they open their relationship of six years. Of course Lara objected (like, what decent guy would want that anyway?), but still he did not object to Apasra opening an account on a gay dating site, where I eventually met Apasra (on a purely friends basis coz, number 1, he is very much a potato queen, and number 2, I was still seeing someone at that time... not that any change to these would bring us to bed anyway... ay defensive).

(Oh, I have to write some time soon about the gay dating sites here in Thailand . That deserves another long post.)

Anyway, so to cut the long and predictable story short, Apasra did meet one guy after another; although to be fair to him, he did not sleep with any of them (at least that's what he told me). Well, he eventually did; he meet an American exchange student that he also fell in love with. I was introduced to the exchange student once and even Lara Dutta met him as well. I love Apasra's honesty coz he went as far as telling Lara about his relationship with the exchange student. An argument ensued and Apasra was prompted to move out of the apartment that he shared with Lara. And exchange student went back to the US.

Going back to our MSN chat... it seemed that Apasra and Lara did not decide to end the relationship yet. I'm quite relieved to hear that coz a six-year relationship deserves another chance after a party makes one transgression.

So I asked Apasra if there is any chance of them patching things up. He said that Lara is willing to revive the relationship (see what an angel Lara is?) on the condition that Apasra promises that he would not meet other guys anymore. Sounds fair naman di ba? But no, Apasra is not ready to commit yet.

Instead, he told me that: I cannot do that. I'm just a normal gay guy. How honest can he get? And I respect him for that. I am perturbed, however, with the way Apasra justified his wandering dick.

How many times have we heard from gay men that most of us are not capable of monogamy? As they say, boys will be boys... and boys play.

Don't you think this excuse has been used way too many times to legitimize what I think is gay men's immaturity? (At least the case is true to many gay men, but certainly not all.) To take inspiration from Sex and the City: I'm beginning to wonder, aren't we trapped in this definition of the Normal Gay Guy?

Now that we have reached as far as characterizing a Normal Gay Guy, do we actually want this label attached to us and its demeaning implications? Until we are confined to this definition of a Normal Gay Guy, we would always have the ultimate excuse not to be decent and respectful towards others. This speaks volumes on how we see ourselves.

Isn't it time that we rise above the Normal Gay Guy?

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Bored Cunts

A number of my former colleagues came to Bangkok last Monday and for the umpteenth time I was yet again the de facto tourist guide that evening. I have to call the Tourism Authority of Thailand for my commission, given how many times I've been a guide for any friend from Las Islas Filipinas who comes for a visit.

For this batch, my services were needed for their visit to Patpong, one of the few red light districts in BKK. Oh dear, here we go again. I'm obviously not a big fan of the infamous ping pong shows. Like duh, I'm allergic to pussies. I've seen one show last year anyway (see entry here), also when a friend stopped-over in BKK. Tell me, how many times does one need to see bananas, eggs, razor blades, cigarettes, sparklers, darts, and ping pong balls and pussies together?

But then, somebody has to do it for my friends, especially coz my experience of going there for the first time was quite unnerving and I am by now considered as the more experienced among the lot (my goodness). So there, cunts were again splayed right before me, the owners of which obviously bored of the nightly routine. With the look on their faces, I can almost hear the performers thinking: Oh dear, another ping pong out of my cunt. When will this night end? I still have a load of laundry to do later.

Exactly, how exciting can that get? My lady friends were quite amused though. They squirmed, shrieked, clapped, and gasped every time the super vajayjays spew something out of those crevices.

Welcome to Thailand! I don't get it, to be honest. Among the many wonders this country has to offer, tourists still opt to go to the cliche of all cliches. I've always thought that those places are dehumanizing to both the spectators and the performers. BUT, I have to note here that I don't judge on moral grounds the people who go there, consumers that we are of this whole enterprise. Still, I've decided that that should be the last time I'm bringing anyone to Patpong or any similar place.

Photo Credit: Patpong Sisters

Monday, August 18, 2008

Shelf Life: A Bit of History

It's about time for this fucking book "review", which I've postponed for quite some time now due to more pressing and relevant posts about campiness. Let's go somewhere more cerebral this time, shall we?

The last non-fiction book I read was The Wealth and Poverty of Nations: Why Some Are So Rich and Some So Poor by David S. Landes (1999). I stumbled into it while at Kinokuniya, and the title itself captured my interest right away; so there, I whisked it out of the shelf in a second, afterall, one of the bigger puzzles we have around is the same question the book asks.

I thought it was going to thresh out contemporary causes of economic development or the lack thereof in some societies. Instead, the book discusses the origins of the wealth and poverty of nations.

To answer this, Landes opened the vaults of history, economics, sociology, and the patterns of technological and scientific progress. The book suggests that despite the plethora of factors, culture it seems is the underlying force behind the disparities in early economic development among nations.

While at certain periods in history some societies were more economically advanced than others, the tide has changed considerably over the centuries mainly because of the cultural environment that breed technological innovation and trade, which Landes sees is the main driver for growth.

For instance, Landes notes that "from 750 to 111, Islamic science and technology far surpassed those of Europe... Islam was Europe's teacher". Sadly, Islamic science was branded heresy by religious zealots and "bent under theological pressures for spiritual conformity".

The Chinese, on the other hand, had the potential to surpass Europe, however, China simply failed to realize that potential because of the absence of a free market and institutionalized property rights, as well as the high totalitarian structure of Chinese societies that did not encourage private initiative. These two main factors contributed to how the Chinese repeatedly lost whatever technological gains they achieved (i.e. maritime technology).

Europe (Britain in particular) on the other hand gave birth to the Industrial Revolution as a result of the continuing accumulation of technological advances. This was bred primarily by: "(1) the growing autonomy of intellectual inquiry; (2) the powerful combination perception and measurement, verification, and mathematized deduction; and (3) the routinization of research and its diffusion".

The book is courageously Eurocentric, a label that the author acknowledges in the opening pages.

In fact, he goes at length to explain the patterns in technological superiority of European societies and delved further into how European powers competed fiercely during the height of Europe's colonial pursuits (apparently some colonial masters, for lack of a better term, are better than others, i.e. compare South America with North America).

Interestingly, a chapter was also devoted to explain the success of Japan, which rode on its thriving mercantile class, the adoption and maximization of European technology, and their disposition towards a rigid work ethic.

On an economic perspective, Landes, like Adam Smith, from whom he obviously adopted the title of the book, is a staunch advocate of unrestricted trade and had shown various examples in which those who took the path of protectionism failed to accumulate wealth.

Certainly, his assertions have valuable lessons on economic policies (ay parang Econ 11 ito na muntik ko nang binagsak!).

The coverage of the book is quite broad, as such, despite the wealth of specific evidence to support his claims, the author could not come up with a definite answer to his primary question. The problem, I think, is that he chose not to forward a strong, singular thesis to explain the poverty and wealth of nations, instead, he relied on an excess of explanations - borrowing from various disciplines - that he could not really discuss in detail or with depth.

At the end of the book, I was still wondering what the author really wanted to say.

Despite this, the book has some brilliant moments, such as the one on colonialism, that are worth reflecting. If ever, this book only whets your appetite to explore further the topics it touches.

The next book I read was of course a novel, having resolved to intersperse fiction and non-fiction. I found Catfish and Mandala: A Two-Wheeled Voyage Through The Landscape and Memory of Vietnam (Andrew X. Pham, 1999) in Saigon among the photocopied books that one can find in nearly every corner of the city.

I chose the book because I wanted to read more Southeast Asian authors (I'm failing miserably in that plan, by the way).

The book is based on Pham's experiences as a boy growing up on the last days before of the fall of Saigon. He and his family are one of the boat people that courageously cross the South China Sea to Indonesia, afterwhich they find they themselves in the US.

Instead of enjoying heaven in their new home, they go through the classic tale of the immigrant experience, that of coming to terms with two clashing cultures, deeply dividing the family and with tragic consequences.

As a grown-up man, he revisits his past by cycling through the US Pacific coast, all the way to Japan, until he finds himself back in Saigon. He then pedals through Vietnam from the south to Hanoi where he is confronted by the changes (or sometimes lack of it) that has swept Vietnam since he left: capitalism versus traditions versus socialism.

Repeatedly, he is treated as a stranger, and sometimes even loathed for having left the country while the rest of his countrymen languished in post-war Vietnam.

The language is quite simple and direct but does not fail to give richness to his experiences, which are laden with irony, humor, and powerful insight.

In one of his introspection, he quotes a Vietnamese saying: "A thousand years of Chinese rule, a hundred years of French subjugation, and ten years of American domination, but we survived, unified".

While talking with a Vietnamese professor, the latter, in reference to a popular character in Vietnamese literature, reveals that the national literary heroine is a prostitute. The professor explains: "It says everything about the Vietnamese, understand, no? She [Vietnam] is a prostitute. The things she has done are not commendable, great deeds. But don't you see, it is the reasons why she does these things. They are selfless acts. Sacrifices".

Despite all these reflections, the author avoids romanticizing his homeland, rather, he sweeps through it with openness, unfolding his love-hate relationship with a country that is oddly familiar but strange at the same time.

He does not seek forgiveness, instead, it is a journey of self-discovery.

I still wonder how much of the book is based on the author's actual experiences and which are not (I don't think that is important anymore). Its worth lies in the fact that it covers a wide swath of Vietnamese life - during and after the war.

For those who are interested in knowing Vietnamese culture and their psyche (at least from the author's perspective), it deserves a thorough read.

Photo Credit: (1) CampusI, (2) The Savvy Traveller

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Down with Vogue Italia (choz!)

Now I've always known that the big people in the fashion industry read my blog. Like... hello Ana Wintour, hello Glenda Bailey, halo Carine Roitfeld, hello Robbie Myers, hello Franca Sozzani!!!. And I'm fine if they cannot help poring into my humble blog and get inspired by it. That should be expected given how fantabulous this blog truly is.

But I did not expect that the day would come when some fashion photographer named Steven Meisel would have the audacity to copy (not even get inspiration dahling... you read that right: COPY) from my blog. Ugh.

Check out this editorial from Vogue Italia for August 2008 (complete set here)... does it remind you of something?

This is supposedly the magazine's tribute to Yves Saint Laurent and the editorial is graced by the the presence of models Linda Evangelista, Karen Elson, etc. Please take note that, we did the shoot last July in Penang while Vogue Italia only came out with their spread in August.

The Czarina of Penang, who photographed me in the photos below, is incensed at the blatant theft of our supreme artistic ideas.

Now, tell me who is more ferosh???

Linda who?
Who showed more emotion while combining high fashion?

Now even Bubbles can werq it better!!!
I know, I know... it's obvious that team Penang wins this hands down. We have a better vision, don't you think? And give us some black lace, instead of my Khao San Road T-shirt, and a better camera, instead of my Casio antique camera... for sure the Czarina of Penang and I would have executed this way better.

Now if only you do me the favor of sending your protest letters to Vogue Italia for this big copyright infringement.

Choz!

Monday, August 11, 2008

Ten Etiquettes for Mistresses

A month ago, I was asked by a guy who works in a publishing company to write an article titled Ten Etiquettes for Mistresses for an English-language Thai lifestyle magazine. Since they are still launching the magazine in August, he told me that they cannot yet pay their contributors. I did not mind of course coz I've always wanted to try writing about lifestyle, although I have serious doubts about my skills in that form (I'm more of a technical writer).

I've never been a mistress (although I've always wished I am; seriously), so the topic was an exciting challenge for me. I had to draw inspiration from the movies that I've seen and somehow started to assume the perspective of a mistress. I realized I have a rather pessimistic view of their status.

Eventually however, I realized that I was carried away by the mistress perspective. In some of the points below (I would not specify which ones) I injected my insights from having been recently in a "relationship". I have no idea how the article resonated with me, but I just allowed the thoughts and feelings to flow. I realized that the final output bled with my personal experience. Odd no?

When I promptly emailed him the short rough draft of the article, I was told that I was supposed to write Ten TRAVELING Etiquettes for Mistresses. That means I have to re-write the article, which I'm doing right now (today's the deadline). Looking at the first article now, this one seems like a better attempt. So I'm posting it and hopefully generate some comments from those who know lifestyle writing better.

Here it goes.


1. Do have a strong gut. You are very aware that society does not exactly have a positive view of mistresses. It is no wonder that you are often referred to as “the other woman” or even mia noi (minor wife in Thai). You could be called worse, such as “the home-wrecker”. Get used to these labels. People are naturally judgmental, but do not let their views get into you. However, what stings more is when your family and friends call you using such unkind terms. Be ready to live with that. It is likewise possible that the wife is aware that her husband is cheating on her. You have to live with the idea that someone hates you. You cannot rest your self-image on these labels, otherwise you would debase yourself unnecessarily. It takes a great deal of strength to turn a deaf ear to these attacks.

2. Don’t invade the wife’s territory. Do you know her favourite department store, the restaurant she frequents to, her hairdresser, or her favourite charity? If you don’t, better do as much research as you can and avoid going to these places altogether. The mistress and the wife meeting each other in public is not always a good sight, unless you are watching it in a soap opera. It is best to stick to your own turf, namely the places that there is zero probability you and the wife would even have a whiff of each other’s perfume.

3. Do know as little details about his family as possible. Aside from knowing the wife’s public territory, there’s not much you need to know about his family. Not their wedding anniversary, not the state of their marriage, not about his favourite child. You might be dying of curiosity, but his family is none of your business. Knowing about them only weighs you down. The next thing you know you’re criticizing his wife or kids in front of him, and this is definitely the last thing your lover wants to hear from you. In the same vein, tell him only the most trivial things about yourself. Unless he asks, do not go into the details of your life. The key is to be detached from each other’s lives outside of what’s going on between you and him.

4. Don’t count on his promises. Did he tell you he is going to take you on a summer holiday? Did he promise to be there on your birthday? Did he tell you he’s spending New Year’s Eve with you? Did he tell you he is eventually going to leave his wife for you? Do not, and it is worth repeating, do not believe any of this (especially the last one). You know these are just whimsical thoughts of your lover after you gave him the time of his life in your four-posted bed. He might still be hallucinating from extended, ehem, bliss. But you know better than to expect from him because it is true that you are not his priority. You never will be his priority. That, unfortunately, is the cost of living in too much uncertainty. Live in the present rather than counting on the realization of his promises, which are most often just empty ones.

5. Do make yourself available on call. You may not be able to count on him but he expects you to be there for him anytime he wants to see you. A mistress does not keep a routine. You live on the little gaps of his schedule. Be prepared at a moment’s notice to meet at some hotel or that he is on his way to your apartment (which he might be paying for anyway). His wife might've suddenly flown to a conference somewhere. Or that he has two hours to spare during lunch break. On the other hand, expect him to cancel plans at the last minute. But the main rule here is: do not call him, he will call you.

6. Don’t nag. He already probably gets enough of this at home. Men do not like to be berated for their insufficiencies, nor do they like constant criticisms. One of the reasons why a husband keeps a mistress is that he needs an escape from a wife who disparages him as a past-time. You, on the other hand, are there to provide him a fantasy of tranquility, which does not have any space for your whining. Try to boost his self-esteem instead, after all, men who cheat have oftentimes major insecurities. Also, never cry in front of him to get what you want. You can express your frustrations to your girl friend, but not to your lover.

7. Do assume that he is lying... all the time. As a start, men are liars; that’s a good bet and it will take you very far. This rule is most true among men who cheat because they have perfected the art of lying incessantly. He lies to his wife, he lies to you as well. The best affairs are based on the best-said lies. Lying is his most effective weapon to manipulate you and his wife. One common lie a lover tells his mistress is that he no longer sleeps with his wife. Lie. He would say he was terribly busy lately and has no time to see you. Lie. Or that he would make it up for the time he failed to show up. Lie. He would lie at all cost as long as he wants to keep you. Assume at the onset that everything he says is a lie and you can work your way from there to find out if it is indeed true. Do not reverse the flow of this logic and you’re in good hands.

8. Do have a life. Do not devote all of your time to him. Be your own person. Hang out with your girl friends, get a pet, travel, go shopping, read, visit the gym regularly. Invest in activities that would give you an enriching life, and you don’t have to do these things with him or with his approval. Learn to establish your own identity. It is especially empowering if you have a career of your own as you do not have to be financially dependent on him. However, if pursuing your interests and passion gets in the way, remember to revert to Rule Number 5.

9. Do watch your back. Being a mistress is a battle you fight on your own. It is wrapped in fear, especially of the future. Things can change radically in your lover’s life without you knowing about it in advance. Usually, even with major decisions he makes, like moving to another city, you would be the last to know. Also, you might not even know when he’d get bored of the relationship, especially if his motivation for the affair is a quick fix to his marital problems or self-esteem issues. You don’t want to be left hanging in the air. Always be ready for possibilities. Keep an exit strategy handy. If for instance you depend on your partner financially, invest your money in something that has long-term returns. This somehow ensures your future.

10. Do end the relationship if it is not working. Some affairs develop into committed relationships after a while. If that happens, you are one of the lucky few, although as a mistress you are still the third wheel and will least likely enjoy the freedom of conventional relationships. Some men however cannot give you the security of a commitment. The fact that he is in an affair with you indicates his commitment issues. He might only be committed to himself and not even you can change that. At any point that you’re not happy with the relationship, end it immediately. Things hardly get better, so wean your self from the relationship as early as possible to avoid further pain. This takes a lot of courage and determination, but if you value your self , you know that you deserve better.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Some Random Stuff

Well, yet another weekend report, if anybody is interested.

Friday was pretty much spent on anticipating the opening of the Olympics, which turned out to be a huge disappointment. I know that lots of people like it, but for some reason the show did not connect with me. I was not thrilled nor awed; in fact, I nearly dozed off. I did not bother with the parade of athletes and only tuned in again during the lighting of the cauldron (or whatever that thing is called). I fell from my chair at the absurdity of the athlete with a torch in hand running on the rim of the stadium. What exactly were they thinking?

I discovered Project Runway Australia through FuchsiaBoy, and I watched its first few episodes on Youtube in the afternoon of Saturday. When my eyeballs were ready to pop out, I scampered over to CentralWorld to read at the bookstore, a weekly pilgrimage I'm trying to maintain.

I found these young Thais dressed up like anime characters outside the mall. Aren't they just cute? I especially liked the guy in the kimono... I've always wanted to wear one (the kimono, not the guy). And yeah, the guy is pretty, dontcha think? I wonder where you buy those cheekbones...

From CentralWorld, I crossed over to Big C to watch the sunset. Oh Heidi, I still insist on wearing my striped, blue moneyboy shirt. I caught my self in the mirror at the mall and gasped at the moneyboy looking back at me. I know that shirt is hideous, but somehow I like it coz it's quite controversial. Hahahaha.

I met up with Snejana Onopka and the plan was to watch a film, but it turned out that we did not like the schedule. Thank god, he changed his mind about the film coz I don't want to waste my time and money on Journey to the Center of the Earth.

We decided instead to hop on a tuk-tuk for Khao San Road. We ended up in this street-side "bar", if we may call it, that serves cheap, but strong, cocktails. He had gin tonic and I had vodka with pineapple juice, costing only 150 baht per bucket (not a even a glass, dear). I'm SO becoming a Khao San Road regular from now on.

Today I met Nida Blanca in Silom. I paid him the tickets for Udon Thani (for my Lao PDR trip) coz he has a credit card (goodness, credit cards and me are not compatible). He also gave me the copies of Twisted 8 and Soledad's Sister, which I asked him to buy for me when he went home to Manila a week ago. I'm still currently reading Catfish and Mandala, a novel about a road trip through Vietnam. I wish I can read faster coz I really have a serious book backlog.

There, another weekend's over. Back to the drudgery of work tomorrow. Tuesday is a holiday in the Land of Smiles as it is the queen's birthday and also mothers' day. Looking forward to lunch with Pinay friends on Tuesday.

Have a nice week ahead, bitches.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Let the Games Begin

Damn, I was supposed to post a book review today, but while browsing through my favorite blogs, I found some amazing fashion shoots that were infected by the current Olympic fever.

Yes, finally the 2008 Olympics is opening tomorrow evening. The opening ceremonies are always, always grand. The most memorable for me was in 1992 when Barcelona hosted the games. Atlanta, Sydney, and Athens did not leave so much of an impression on me.

I wonder what Beijing has up its sleeves. Honestly, I have very high expectations. God, this has been one controversial hosting by China, but this post is not about that.

As I said, I want to post sample pictures of how the Olympics is inspiring fashion spreads. The first is a collection from Vogue Korea for August 2008. And the next is from Harper's Bazaar for August 2008 with Lucy Liu on the cover. Now who says fashion and sports do not mix?

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Cuatro

In fairness matagal-tagal na rin akong di na-tag. Kaya salamat kay Czarina of Penang at napasali ako sa prestigious tagging eklavu na itez.

Here we gooowww.


Instructions:
What you are supposed to do...and please don't spoil the fun...
(1) Click copy/paste, type in your answers and tag four people in your lists!
(2) Don't forget to change my answers to the questions with that of your own

(A) Four places I go over and over: Siam Square, Silom, Central World, Paragon (tang ina, puro kabaklaan tong mga places na to ah)

(B) Four people who e-mail me regularly: my mom (reminding me to go to church... like duh) and hmmm... I hardly get emails these days, thanks to MSN and YM

(C) Four of my favorite places to eat? Eat? Next question please...

(D) Four places you'd rather be? Watch the sun rise at the beach in Caridad, Siargao Island; Drink hot chocolate in Sagada; Camwhore in the beach with my friends in Davao; smoke at the Sunken Garden in UP

(E) Four people I think will respond: sorry guys, but I don't want four years of bad sex... Fuchsiaboy, Jay, Ela, and Heidi

(F) Four TV shows I could watch over and over: America's Next Top Model, Project Runway, and Make Me a Supermodel, Amazing Race

Note: Bad sex for 4 years for those who will break the chain... so be very afraid!

Photo Credit: Here.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Hold It!

Because of my current state of destitution, I had a quiet weekend; meaning I did not go out drinking or clubbing. I heard the gays at Silom were looking for me, but dahling, I could not bothered. LOL.

And certainly no shopping either (thank God, shopping buddy, Heidi, was in Korea. Peace, Heidi! Heheheh.). As far as I'm concerned, I'm on a shopping moratorium within the next two months (if I can help it). But first, let me share my latest acquisition. I bought these pair of cheap shoes from Siam Square with Heidi, who also got something very similar to this. The brand is called Oh My God. We do love the creativity of the Thais, don't we? Also last weekend I bought a polka dot sweater. It does not really make sense why I bought it coz we all know how sweltering hot it is in BKK. But shopping does not always make sense, does it?

Fuchsiaboy, isdatchyu?

Remind me to clean my mirror, ok?

Friday evening, Snejana Onopka invited me to his place "to watch a DVD", and we all know what that means. Like how many times have we actually fallen (albeit willingly) into this trap of "watching a DVD"? The film of the evening was The Pillow Book, which of course we did not bother to finish. So this Snejana business is going better than I expected, especially after that disappointing evening more than a couple of weeks ago. There's certainly some promise in this new venture. Still, that's all I can say for now.

Saturday evening was totally lackluster. Or at least that's what I thought until I watched the new season of Project Runway on Youtube. This was followed by Temptation Island, which for me was the highlight of my weekend.

Yesterday, Bubbles and I took a long bus ride to House (pretty much on the other side of town) to catch Un Ano Sin Amor (A Year Without Love, 2005), an Argentinian film about an HIV positive gay man who explores S&M. Scenes of the latter were totally cringe-worthy and the rest of the film was soporific.

Bubbles and I hanged out in the lobby of House for some serious camwhoring. And then we moved to Central World to people watch.

At the lobby of House.

By the fountain at Central World. Japan, Japan or Korea, Korea?

We then window-shopped where I found this gorgeous striped sweater, 60 percent off. Ugh, such bad timing no? But then, I mustered enough will power not to buy it. Even if I had money, tell me who needs a fucking sweater in BKK? Still, I badly wanted it (again, shopping is not about practicality, honey). I swear I heard that piece calling my name.

Muntik ka nang maging akin.

Fortunately Bubbles dragged me out of the botique. Hay, looking at those clothes that I could not afford dampened my mood (at least I got a photo of it). Note to self: avoid window shopping from now on. And oh, I also found a pair of red sneakers in Zara that I might get next month.

Did I just mention I'm on a shopping moratorium? Well if I did I may reduce it to one month instead.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

"Everybody needs a shipwreck once in a while"

It has not happened on one occasion alone that when I hang out with BKK-based Pinays Nida Blanca and L the topic of conversation somehow swerves towards Temptation Island, the 1980 classic cult film.

Of course I've heard of the movie several times before, but I was not born yet on the peak of its popularity, whereas Nida Blanca and L were already around when the film came out and they obviously share the passion for it. They do like walking down memory lane, talking at length about the actors and actresses who I don't know.

This left me very curious why the movie should be a recurrent topic between them.

I also remember Nida Blanca's boyfriend spewing with remarkable panache one line after another from Temptation Island. At that time I resolved to grab a copy of the movie somewhere.

I finally got wind of the news (I think through Chuvaness' blog) that it is available on Torrent already. I immediately downloaded it, and the whole affair took about one week.

Last night, I finally saw the movie and now I totally understand what the bayots (ok L, let's count you in here) are crazy about.

It is nothing short of hilarious, especially the campy acting and the guffaw-inducing lines. The latter is pretty much the hallmark of the film, having achieved its place in the annals of Filipino movie history with lines such as:

Azenith: Walang tubig, walang pagkain. Eh 'di magsayaw na lang tayo.



The character who seems to have the most chutzpah-filled dialogue is Joshua, the gay beauty pageant organizer.

Suzanne, on the other hand, is the bitchiest of them all. I would not be wondering if my mom made lihi on her when she was pregnant with me. I especially adore how she incessantly maligns her maid with gusto. In fact, as a satire of Manila's nauseous classist society, Temptation Island succeeds fabulously indeed.

I'm definitely watching the movie again, and maybe several times more after that. Don't be surprised if I somehow manage to memorize lines from the movie eventually. How about I start with this?:

Suzanne: Oh, it's a bright sunny day. Why are you all frowning? Maria, my suntan lotion!
Maria: Yes, señorita.
Suzanne: As I was saying, it's a bright sunny day. A day in the life of the sun rays. This is how I begin my day. An hour tender loving care in the eight o'clock sunshine. That's the secret behind my youthful complexion. It's just like we're by the poolside.
Azenith: Could it be that you're sunstroked?!?
Suzanne: It's Miss Manila Sunshine, not Miss Manila Suntroke.
Azenith: Is that why you joined the contest?
Suzanne: I joined this contest because I was bored. Terribly, helplessly bored.
Azenith: For your information, we were shipwrecked! And right now, we are in the middle of nothing!
Suzanne: So what's new? Everybody needs a shipwreck once in a while.

For more quotes from the film, check this link.

Friday, August 01, 2008

Amy Says It All



Tears Dry on Their Own
by Amy Winehouse

And this regret I had to get accustomed to, Once it was so right
When we were at our high, Waiting for you in the hotel at night
I knew I hadn't met my match, But every moment we could snatch
I don’t know why I got so attached, It’s my responsibility
You don’t owe nothing to me, But to walk away I have no capacity

He walks away the sun goes down, He takes the day but I’m grown
And in this grey, In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own

I don’t understand, Why do I stress a man?
When there’s so many better things at hand
We could've never had it all

We had to hit a wall, So this is inevitable withdrawal

Even if I stop wanting you, And perspective pushes through
I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon, I shouldn't play myself again
I should just be my own best friend, Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men

He walks away the sun goes down, He takes the day but I’m grown
And its ok, In this blue shade, My tears dry on their own

So we are history, Your shadow covers me
The sky above, A blaze that only lovers see

He walks away the sun goes down, He takes the day but I’m grown
And its ok, In this blue shade, My tears dry on their own

I wish I could say no regrets, And no emotional debts
And as we kiss goodbye the sun sets, So we are history

A shadow covers me, The sky above a blaze, That only lovers see


He walks away the sun goes down, He takes the day but I’m grown
And its ok, In this blue shade, My tears dry on their own

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