The Frog Prince in Hollywood

I will not be talking about myself — So, zip it.

HOLLYWOOD has turned a lot of geeks, nerds and hopeless cases in the looks department into BIG SWANS. Now, these guys are reaping tons of dough for looking good and earning more than an executive could earn.

In the local setting, Philippine show business has changed the face of a Filipina into a diva icon – after a nose bleeding Calayan or Belo overhaul. Filipinos tend to emulate the western perspective in beauty and lifestyle.

We all have witnessed how the ugly ducklings from ABC’s EXTREME MAKEOVER show transformed to gods and goddesses. The multi-million dollar show changed the beliefs of many viewers from just accepting what was given to them to emancipating from their psychological agony by succumbing to the knife, too. Many are enthused by any superstar’s presence and that’s what many people want to feel when their loved ones are around. At least, to feel that they/we are special too.

Looks, unfortunately, is also a basis of one’s fate in reality shows. Say… uhm.. American Idol. I never knew that there’s such a craze until I learned that a Filipina made it through American Idol 3. Blah.

I thought it’s just a mere talent competition that makes a one day superstar out of its winners [and finalists]; but no, it is a popularity competition through text and call votes which counted out the ULTIMATE SINGER ELLIOTT YAMIN during his season. Why so?

His hobbit-like features neglected the great voice that only ELLIOTT himself can blow. Hence, his votes dropped because his looks didn’t pass the “SINGING-SENSATION-MATINEE-IDOL” qualities. In total fairness to Elliott’s fans, they have supported him well enough to take him to third place.

Man, I gotta tell you, I was in vain looking for an MP3 of a song [title I dint even know] I’ve been hearing for days. Thanks to launch.yahoo, I learned the title of the song and also, I discovered that it was ELLIOTT who sang it! That’s really a big talent there; but that’s beside the point. He would not get that big break if he wont pose as a new Beverly Hills 90210 alumni in his album cover.

A few months after a bit of cosmetic dentistry and some extra surgical procedures, ELLIOTT YAMIN comes back with a fresh new album that includes WAIT FOR YOU, which is still looping in my player right now, a cut in his album that made me crazy squeezing the internet for.

This is the entertainment biz kissing the futures of frog princes to stardom.

We are a world of frog princes and princesses waiting for the opportunity of stardom to kiss our way too. it’s just that I look better than most of the frogs out there! – Asteg.

I LOST IT!

Tuesday midnight’s rains were horrific. Sure, there were no howling echoes like that of Milenyo, the Sept ‘06 super typhoon has brought us, yet it still gave me the same chills Milenyo had me last year. The tent we’re loitering at the middle of the street that night was swerving. The then already ebbing flood tripled again with the big heavy drops of sky tears.  It was really something to BLOG about. It’s 3am when that happened and I swore to myself that if the rains don’t stop or at least subside in the morning, then, NO OFFICE DAY for me!

Since I was raised in the land of broken promises, I still went to the office at 730 and worked til a little past 5 since I have to attend to my church obligations at 6, Wednesday night. It practically rained the whole day and I swam my way going to and leaving the office. I only had a couple hours of sleep and I decided to rest my eyes a bit while I was at the air conditioned AYALA LOOP passenger jeepney. It’s alright for me to do that because I have my cell phone, that’s usually on my hand, already zipped inside my bag safely. My tri-fold umbrella was securely tucked in between my legs and my wristwatch like no other was latched at my left arm, which I inserted inside my jacket’s side-pocket [rhyme eh!?]

Time to disembark at St Andrew’s Parish… The door was opened for me by a very good man since it was dark inside the jeepney that makes it hard to find the door lever. After I said my thanks, I went down the street hastily since it was, again, pouring kingkongs and godzillas that I had to run going inside the church. I heard somebody calling, but since it was raining really hard, I hardly understood what was being shouted, and of course, I just ignored. When I was already close to the church entrance, as I turn right from the parking area, I saw a man in red tri-fold umbrella; folded baggy pants, white-collared shirt and slippers waving at me. At first I thought it’s someone I know from the church, but as we went closer together, I noticed that he’s waving with my wallet on his hand. OMG! I forgot to keep it inside my bag pocket after paying the driver which is very unusual for me.

My eyes widened and I felt the chills at the back of my neck when I identified that that wallet is really mine. I am again, super grateful to this man, who at the very least, took time to run after me even if it’s not his stop yet just to give me back the wallet I irresponsibly lost for 60 seconds.

And yes, this man is the same man who opened the jeepney door for me that I said thanks to. This man whose good deed didn’t get unpunished; since he faced the high water just like I did is a gift to people who need such heroes. Whoever you are, again, my heartfelt thanks, man.

I didn’t offer him money cause I thought it would insult the person just the same way I would feel if I’d run after a person who will accidentally leave his wallet. Also, I didn’t have Pinoy cash inside my wallet except from the remaining coins left not even enough to get him to another jeep. Haha. What makes my wallet very valuable aside from my ATM cards, IDs, doctor’s prescriptions and some HK dollars is my picture with SM Tina and Superfriend Idjea. Bwahaha!

Good Samaritans exist. If there’s something I lost that day, it would have to be my skepticism that honest guys don’t wear beard. Peace \m/. Haha.

That’s my little swearing not to go to work the night before prophesied.

NOCTURNAL ME

Ts been two consecutive nights since I started sleeping before 830PM. I’m not yet insane, thank God. My constant burping after dinner triggered my untimely sleeping. I just thought that if I’d sleep early, I won’t feel like burping anymore.

There have been some advantages anyway.

1] I don’t feel sleepy in the office anymore [Or do I? wahaha!]. Well, not in long meetings, at least.

2] I have replenished the sleepless nights I previously had.

3] I get less irritated when waking up. Haha. And yes, I wake up at 7am. You do the MATH! Wahaha!

The disadvantages list is longer though, here’s what I missed:

1] Missed the late night fun with my friends.

2] Was not able to see the late night shows I religiously watch when I get home at around 3am.

3] I am not updated with the latest activities my normal nights usually have.

4] My night walks, which is my [only] form of exercise were missed.

5] The custard cake I buy at 11pm, before the bakery near Chuck’s house closes, misses me too.

6] Short talks with Maam Iris and her bf, Marlo.

7] Constant fellowship. Someting Ive been doing since I was 13 years old.

8] Lugaw [Rice Porridge] at Santa Ana.

9] Jumbo Burger at Burger Machine — South Ave cor JPRizal.

10] Videoke or Acoustic serenading wherever it may be.

11] No news for my colleagues the following working day.

12] Half of my life.

So basically, disadvantages overshadow the benefits I reap from sleeping early. Haha. I promise today that I will not sleep until dawn and til my mom sends me a billion text messages reminding me how stubborn I am to stay up until the wee hours despite my situation. She thinks that my throat bled because of lack of sleep. Naught!

Oh yeah, going back to my burping… my brother, who shares a room with me, told me that I don’t burp anymore when I’m asleep. I just fart… a lot! Bwahahaha!

Anyway, see you soon nocturnal beings!

bibitibabatiBOOP

It’s funny when most of the time that we feel heaven in some things; it turns out to be just a mere exaggeration of what it really is.

A mild spank on the cheek would make you go for a bit of reality check.

The short period of a month made me realize how I went against my principle of pragmatism. That everything always draws down to the practical side of things.

I cannot make everything work… still I challenged myself to hopping into things that I know I cannot manage from the very beginning.

With my not so gorgeous looks and a lot more limited resources, I don’t think a lot of patrons would drive to my inn and agree to spend a while with me.

I am freeing myself from getting drowned in this tiny aquarium I built to house the mermaids and pearls of my dreams.

This entry ends the groove that I was talking about on my previous post.

The groove is not groovy enough to pass the standards of a connoisseur.

This, when compared to pasta is a bit soggy to be aldente and a bit hard to be well made.

A chocolate-flavoured rhum. I’m acidic. It spoiled my system as an aftermath.

Who would ever blame me for riding in the bandwagon? I heard that being in love is like instead of sheep, you count stars to sleep.

The star-spangled dreams end today. Time to bring in some new stuff to count… say, my sanity cells.

I am not blaming the other party for anything that has transpired. Everything happened under my nose but I didn’t do anything to at least feel my feet on the ground. I was dreaming the whole time. No more sweet pillow kisses anymore.

The day of reckoning is back.

I was shunned by the quick turn of events but I won’t just bask in solitude for this. I’m too strong for that and for all I’m worth…

Fairy tales end too. My fairy tale is no different from others.

Bibiti-babati-boop.