OH MY GUL:AY

The time is now 5:30pm and I am still toiling away at work.  Haven't slept since around 4:00pm yesterday and I still got some errands to run before I can escape away to attend Lynn's costumed birthday bash, which is really worrying me because I might either fall asleep after work only to awaken hours later with the party already over OR I do show up at the party, then promptly lie down and sleep.

And I still don't HAVE a costume.

Although I have FIGHT! ready as per Lynn's request, I was not able to borrow the outfit I wore in the Tom Birthday Bash performance last Feb 25.  Nor have I hit the gym recently so coming in blue body paint and a black thong as Dr. Manhattan ain't gonna cut it either.

Crap crap crap... I hate this.  I hate not being able to have fun with my friends and go all the way in making it fun.

But I guess one just has to focus on the small joys and tiny miracles in life.  Going to drag Rocky with me to the party and get him to finally meet more NWA people face-to-face again.  Like me, he's been absent in many geek-foolery and its about time he started being present again.  Highly considering escaping to the gym to at least puff myself up a tad and try to claim I'm Johnny Bravo or something, but that's very unlikely given my state of strength and remaining stamina.  But still, at least my paunch hasn't returned with a vengeance.   And lastly, business, while overwhelming, is very very good.  One cannot really complain if the business makes money. 

But there you go.  Here's hoping I can Extra Joss myself up some energy to have a wild party with the geekfolks tonight.  Happy Birthday to you, Lynn!  Aminin mo na kasi, sister, mahilig ka na rin sa mga fag hag anthems!   I distinctly recall sending you some!

OH MY GUL:AY

The time is now 5:30pm and I am still toiling away at work. Haven't slept since around 4:00pm yesterday and I still got some errands to run before I can escape away to attend Lynn's costumed birthday bash, which is really worrying me because I might either fall asleep after work only to awaken hours later with the party already over OR I do show up at the party, then promptly lie down and sleep.

And I still don't HAVE a costume.

Although I have FIGHT! ready as per Lynn's request, I was not able to borrow the outfit I wore in the Tom Birthday Bash performance last Feb 25. Nor have I hit the gym recently so coming in blue body paint and a black thong as Dr. Manhattan ain't gonna cut it either.

Crap crap crap... I hate this. I hate not being able to have fun with my friends and go all the way in making it fun.

But I guess one just has to focus on the small joys and tiny miracles in life. Going to drag Rocky with me to the party and get him to finally meet more NWA people face-to-face again. Like me, he's been absent in many geek-foolery and its about time he started being present again. Highly considering escaping to the gym to at least puff myself up a tad and try to claim I'm Johnny Bravo or something, but that's very unlikely given my state of strength and remaining stamina. But still, at least my paunch hasn't returned with a vengeance. And lastly, business, while overwhelming, is very very good. One cannot really complain if the business makes money.

But there you go. Here's hoping I can Extra Joss myself up some energy to have a wild party with the geekfolks tonight. Happy Birthday to you, Lynn! Aminin mo na kasi, sister, mahilig ka na rin sa mga fag hag anthems! I distinctly recall sending you some!

Bad Bad Bad Tobie

I must be punished.

This whole month of February, I utterly became a lazy bum and failed to go to the gym AT ALL.  Really bad, considering all the development I achieved within the month of January.  Thankfully, I did retain my less-rice diet and have been sticking to healthy eating, so I avoided getting far too much a growth on my paunch.

Still, I'm lagging way behind. 

Making an online promise to hit the irons this coming March.  Gotta get my beach bod ready for a) My birthday on April b) The Fandom Live! episode Karen and I are shooting in our swimwear c) Eventual beach gimmicks that are bound to happen

I wonder how much retraining I need to get myself into to regain the mindset I had last month.   As I type this, I can't seem to fathom doing 120 crunches a day again (although I know back in January, I was having such a power thrill knowing I was incrementally bringing the number of reps higher each week!)  There is also the factor of not really having any constant gym mates to join me.  My good friend Emman offered to join me for workouts if I could move my gym schedule to 7am or 8am.   I am now highly considering that for both the company and the fact that means I get to gain some more skin tone and lose the pale color I've had all these years (which sadly has lead some to disgustingly believe I was trying to "look like Edward" Yeeeugh)

But yeah, the gym addiction beckons.
I shall give in.

March.  The tally resumes.

It must.

Bad Bad Bad Tobie

I must be punished.

This whole month of February, I utterly became a lazy bum and failed to go to the gym AT ALL. Really bad, considering all the development I achieved within the month of January. Thankfully, I did retain my less-rice diet and have been sticking to healthy eating, so I avoided getting far too much a growth on my paunch.

Still, I'm lagging way behind.

Making an online promise to hit the irons this coming March. Gotta get my beach bod ready for a) My birthday on April b) The Fandom Live! episode Karen and I are shooting in our swimwear c) Eventual beach gimmicks that are bound to happen

I wonder how much retraining I need to get myself into to regain the mindset I had last month. As I type this, I can't seem to fathom doing 120 crunches a day again (although I know back in January, I was having such a power thrill knowing I was incrementally bringing the number of reps higher each week!) There is also the factor of not really having any constant gym mates to join me. My good friend Emman offered to join me for workouts if I could move my gym schedule to 7am or 8am. I am now highly considering that for both the company and the fact that means I get to gain some more skin tone and lose the pale color I've had all these years (which sadly has lead some to disgustingly believe I was trying to "look like Edward" Yeeeugh)

But yeah, the gym addiction beckons.
I shall give in.

March. The tally resumes.

It must.

Sometimes, I love Math.

GRONDY + SETH ROGEN + STEPHEN CHOW = GREEN HORNET


DAMN.  That is an equation for a freaking unique geekgasm film there.
Read more here.

Sometimes, I love Math.

GRONDY + SETH ROGEN + STEPHEN CHOW = GREEN HORNET


DAMN. That is an equation for a freaking unique geekgasm film there.
Read more here.

Happy Birthday Tom!

It was a riot last night as me and the gang celebrated with Tom his birthday (and official entrance into the 30s) at O Bar.  Even with the hilarious freak out moments, panic phases, and bloopers, the night was still one major success.  A pity many other friends whom I tried to invite to come were unable to join the celebration.   But as far as the core group is concerned, the PGH table peeps were complete!

Some weeks ago, Tom, Nico and I were enjoying a post-gimmick breakfast when the topic regarding the date of Tom's birthday came up.  Nico and I traded jokes that we should have a special show for Tom, being the central hub of how many of us friends got to know one another.  The joke turned into a plan  and the plan was quickly forgotten... til barely a week from the party date itself.  Nico and I launched into action, recruiting two others to assist in the planning, and just two days before the party, I was able to recruit Jay to help us out.

Dance practice.  Choreography.  Dress rehearsals.   And Vodka.
By 4a.m. of the night of the party, we were ready, nervous, excitied and freaked.

February 24, the night of the party.  At the stroke of midnight, it would be Tom's birthday (which also means its been one year that I've been hitting O bar for dancing and beers.)

The night began with me, Nico, Sonny and Joemar arriving at the bar early to make preparations for the show and party to come.  As expected, Murphy's Law reared its ugly head when the two burned audio CDs I brought for the surprise show (the compilation, and a back-up copy) both were unable to be read by the machine at O bar.    Panic begins.  Sam and Ian are there on time, but everyone else isn't.   I call for beers.  Then I opt to call my sister, who was in my car at the time (due to coding, I had to borrow her car) to bring my car over.  I recalled my car had mp3 cds that had the songs we needed.

My sister arrives, the cds in hand, we rush to the DJ to test them, but before we could, we receive a call that Bagets, who was helping us with our show, needed us to meet her instead at some other place in Malate.  Leaving the CDs with Sonny and Lorrie and trusting them to speak to the DJ for us, we rushed off to meet with Bagets and began prepping for the show.

Sonny texts that the songs are not in the CDs.

I text back they should be.

They couldn't get my mp3 CDs to work.  I text Sonny to relax instead.  Bagets happens to have one of the FOUR songs we were planning to perform.  We will just borrow it from her and have just one number.   We calm down.

Sonny comes up with an idea.  He and Lorrie find a still open computer shop in the area.   They look for the tracks we needed and prep a CD we could use for the show.  Message arrives: we have all four songs.   Things are falling into place.

We head back to O bar, with the tension so high neither Nico and Joemar could breathe.  I suggest screaming.  We scream four times and by the fifth, attempt all is good.  We arrive.  Our friends are all there.   So are loads of other people we don't know.

The music plays.

The show begins.

"When I Grow Up" by the Pussycat Dolls

"Mercy" by Duffy

"Single Ladies" by Beyonce

"Dancing Queen" by ABBA

Too bad others missed it.

Happy Birthday Tom!

Here's to my best friend and the man who introduced me to O bar, which has lead my life to making so many new friends and acquaintances and has opened my ears to new kinds of music to enjoy.  We have gone a long, long way before we finally found that niche where we can be friends.  Many more birthdays to come, Tomato.

Many more to come, indeed. ;-)

Happy Birthday Tom!

It was a riot last night as me and the gang celebrated with Tom his birthday (and official entrance into the 30s) at O Bar. Even with the hilarious freak out moments, panic phases, and bloopers, the night was still one major success. A pity many other friends whom I tried to invite to come were unable to join the celebration. But as far as the core group is concerned, the PGH table peeps were complete!

Some weeks ago, Tom, Nico and I were enjoying a post-gimmick breakfast when the topic regarding the date of Tom's birthday came up. Nico and I traded jokes that we should have a special show for Tom, being the central hub of how many of us friends got to know one another. The joke turned into a plan and the plan was quickly forgotten... til barely a week from the party date itself. Nico and I launched into action, recruiting two others to assist in the planning, and just two days before the party, I was able to recruit Jay to help us out.

Dance practice. Choreography. Dress rehearsals. And Vodka.
By 4a.m. of the night of the party, we were ready, nervous, excitied and freaked.

February 24, the night of the party. At the stroke of midnight, it would be Tom's birthday (which also means its been one year that I've been hitting O bar for dancing and beers.)

The night began with me, Nico, Sonny and Joemar arriving at the bar early to make preparations for the show and party to come. As expected, Murphy's Law reared its ugly head when the two burned audio CDs I brought for the surprise show (the compilation, and a back-up copy) both were unable to be read by the machine at O bar. Panic begins. Sam and Ian are there on time, but everyone else isn't. I call for beers. Then I opt to call my sister, who was in my car at the time (due to coding, I had to borrow her car) to bring my car over. I recalled my car had mp3 cds that had the songs we needed.

My sister arrives, the cds in hand, we rush to the DJ to test them, but before we could, we receive a call that Bagets, who was helping us with our show, needed us to meet her instead at some other place in Malate. Leaving the CDs with Sonny and Lorrie and trusting them to speak to the DJ for us, we rushed off to meet with Bagets and began prepping for the show.

Sonny texts that the songs are not in the CDs.

I text back they should be.

They couldn't get my mp3 CDs to work. I text Sonny to relax instead. Bagets happens to have one of the FOUR songs we were planning to perform. We will just borrow it from her and have just one number. We calm down.

Sonny comes up with an idea. He and Lorrie find a still open computer shop in the area. They look for the tracks we needed and prep a CD we could use for the show. Message arrives: we have all four songs. Things are falling into place.

We head back to O bar, with the tension so high neither Nico and Joemar could breathe. I suggest screaming. We scream four times and by the fifth, attempt all is good. We arrive. Our friends are all there. So are loads of other people we don't know.

The music plays.

The show begins.

"When I Grow Up" by the Pussycat Dolls

"Mercy" by Duffy

"Single Ladies" by Beyonce

"Dancing Queen" by ABBA

Too bad others missed it.

Happy Birthday Tom!

Here's to my best friend and the man who introduced me to O bar, which has lead my life to making so many new friends and acquaintances and has opened my ears to new kinds of music to enjoy. We have gone a long, long way before we finally found that niche where we can be friends. Many more birthdays to come, Tomato.

Many more to come, indeed. ;-)

Warning: Explicit lyrics - I LOVE YOU LILY ALLEN!

Fuck You Very Much
by Lily Allen

Look inside,
Look inside your tiny mind
Now look a bit harder
Cause we're so uninspired,
So sick and tired,
Of all the hatred you harbour

So you say,
It's not okay to be gay
Well I think you're just evil
Your just some racist,
Who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval

Fuck you,
Fuck you very very much
Cause we hate what you do,
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you,
Fuck you very very much
Cause your words dont translate,
And its getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Do you get,
Do you get a little kick
Out of being slow minded?
You want to be like your father,
It's approval you're after
Well that's not how you find it

Do you,
Do you really enjoy
living a life that's so hateful?
Cause theres a hole where your soul should be
And you're losing control of it
And it's really distasteful

Fuck you,
Fuck you very very much
Cause we hate what you do,
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you,
Fuck you very very much
Cause your words don't translate,
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Look inside,
Look inside your tiny mind
Now look a bit harder
Cause we're so uninspired
So sick and tired
Of all the hatred you harbour

Fuck you,
Fuck you very very much
Cause we hate what you do,
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you,
Fuck you very very much
Cause your words don't translate,
And its getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

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Sorry if the lyrics caught you off guard.  But I just LOVE LOVE LOVE this happy-angry song!  Check it out!   Its in her album called "It's not Me, It's You"

Warning: Explicit lyrics - I LOVE YOU LILY ALLEN!

Fuck You Very Much
by Lily Allen

Look inside,
Look inside your tiny mind
Now look a bit harder
Cause we're so uninspired,
So sick and tired,
Of all the hatred you harbour

So you say,
It's not okay to be gay
Well I think you're just evil
Your just some racist,
Who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval

Fuck you,
Fuck you very very much
Cause we hate what you do,
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you,
Fuck you very very much
Cause your words dont translate,
And its getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Do you get,
Do you get a little kick
Out of being slow minded?
You want to be like your father,
It's approval you're after
Well that's not how you find it

Do you,
Do you really enjoy
living a life that's so hateful?
Cause theres a hole where your soul should be
And you're losing control of it
And it's really distasteful

Fuck you,
Fuck you very very much
Cause we hate what you do,
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you,
Fuck you very very much
Cause your words don't translate,
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Look inside,
Look inside your tiny mind
Now look a bit harder
Cause we're so uninspired
So sick and tired
Of all the hatred you harbour

Fuck you,
Fuck you very very much
Cause we hate what you do,
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you,
Fuck you very very much
Cause your words don't translate,
And its getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

--------------

Sorry if the lyrics caught you off guard. But I just LOVE LOVE LOVE this happy-angry song! Check it out! Its in her album called "It's not Me, It's You"

If you are free tonight...

... O.
Special show.

Nuff said.

If you are free tonight...

... O.
Special show.

Nuff said.

Feb 23 was a busy busy day

"True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring -- once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome... except, of course, to those who share the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong drug, true first love is really only interesting to those who have become its prisoners."

- The Dark Tower Vol IV: Wizard and Glass