During the past few days, the best news are made in Turkey.
Paris Hilton sat as one of the judges for the Miss Turkey pageant. She might have come full circle since she was judged guilty in a much-publicized trial last year. And to celebrate this, she went up the stage to strut some belly-dancing moves.
Half of the world’s papparazzi flew with her so Britney had a lonelier time in LA.
The Turkish Paper said that, she came and left without making any difference to the lives of most of the ordinary Turks;
I’m supposed to title this entry with ‘who is your gay crush?’. But gay crush is defined by urbandictionary.com as: A person has a crush on someone of their sex. A person can have a gay crush and still be considered straight. And since I am as gay as the Mardi Gras, so this applies not to me. A gay crush is like Brad Pitt having a crush on George Clooney. Which is not the case for this entry. And envitably, I came up with a lousy title. It’s not like my girl officemate who harbor feelings for someone openly gay as Mother Ricky and still believe that gayness is just a pychological state which can be cured. (OMG, that was too 1970) I know a story related to this. Did you know that Cory Aquino wished to have Kris marry Ben Chan? Was Tita Cory too naive or she thought then that rather than be attached to Phillip Salvador (it was said years ago when James Yap was a sixth-grader), a gay man is a better choice. Agree. But that is a different story altogether. And an entirely different blog entry. I listed in my previous entry my crushes from the straight demographics (click at the right side of your screen to add more hits, he he he). But I also have crushes from the sissies, the queers, the tops, the bottoms and to every other term that you have for the third sex. It is acceptable nowadays to fall for a queer if you are a queen. It’s not that I am open to it but I feel that if I’m asked now, it’s a no-no. Some say that if my conviction is not reversed, I am doomed to terminal unhappiness. But if asked by my crushes (who happens to be gay), I might be a convert on the queer-to-queer setup in no time:
This April, No Curfew watch stores will be the distibutor of Alessi watches.
I am yet to check the pricetags but I am drooling over these pieces.
Especially the ones designed by Karim Rashid.
Karim Rashid Born in Cairo in 1960. He receives a bachelor of Industrial Design in Canada in 1982 and postgraduate studies in Italy.
For seven years he is at KAN Industrial Design and co-designs the Babel Fashion Collection for 6 years.
In 1993, he opens his own studio in New York City.
His works are in the permanent collectionsof 14 Museums.
His perspective and clients are global and while considers him more of a cultural provocateur, his projects range is from products, interiors, fashion, furniture, lighting, art, music to installations
Keep the saliva from flowing down (or up, however you are positioned now): (more…)
I kind of wonder why artists of the past generations are coming to Manila and stage shows in collosal venues like Araneta Coliseum. It can house 14,000 plus plus of warm bodies. And that is just too many people.
Do senior citizens take their while away from oxygen masks and wheelchairs just to troop to these concert venues?
Perhaps half of the audience is composed of nurses or family members accompanying our dear old grannies. Was there ever a headcount on the sleeping heads?
The running joke every time Bench Underwear show is held is that a fourth of the nation’s gay population will be exterminated if the coliseum collapsed.
I will not dare start a joke over this phenomenon.
What if it’s already my turn to be a senior citizen and will rise from my deathbed with the same zeal just to watch "Linkin Park" to Araneta. I just hope to be understood.
It’s still a better reason than to be at Bench Underwear show at 70 but, admit it, it is as scary a thought.
Just so you know, the Osmonds will be here in June to perform in PICC.
Fierce. At least, this time, Alex is in the news and no cellphone was thrown at someone’s direction. Or she’s involved in a verbal catfight with anybody.
Wherever you come from, please do not label your wares with something like Aficionado of Germany by Joel Cruz.
It is utterly pointless.
Unless you do not hate losing respect or millions.
I used to buy faux scents but when I saw the man behind the brand name going on a rampage like this:
I will buy Jovan Musk, instead.
Earth Hour is an international event that asks households and businesses to turn off their lights and non-essential electrical appliances for one hour on the evening of 29 March at 8PM local time to promote electricity conservation and thus lower carbon emissions.
Since embracing green is the new black, I will happily bask in the humid and dark Manila in this one-hour voluntary brownout. After contributing to carbon emission by farting too often in my lifetime, I feel responsible to sweat and fan myself a little for just a short period of time.
I am just thinking that: (more…)
I used to equate buying lotto tickets with desperation. Not anymore. Not with this amount.
So I will join the queue. Draw will be on Sunday.
I am a regular chuvaness visitor being the social climber that I am. But half of the time, I do not take her seriously. I guess the blog is titled chuvaness for nothing.
Today, she mentioned that another Krispy Kreme outlet will soon open in this country that associated donuts with Dunkin’ Donuts for too long.
I love the classic original glazed but I am a fan of the store because of its wonderful service.
I am gullible, sorry. But is this true that:
I super-rooted for Christian Siriano in his Project Runway stint even when he was sooo full of himself most of the time. But when I learned that he made the dress for Kimberly Locke, I thought, is it "in-fashion-one-day-you’re-in-and-the-next-day-you’re-out" too soon?