I’m one of those lucky people who win often at bingo games or raffle draws. I’ve won an electric car from Toy Kingdom, a set of Simpsons dolls from Burger King, and an HP Touchsmart computer among others—but I’ve never won anything like this!!
Last February-March 2014, Watsons and The SM Store Beauty Section invited customers to shop for a chance to win one of 50 iPad minis, iPhone 5s, Watsons gift cards, or a brand new BMW 116i in the grand draw.
Well, dreams do come true for grand prize winner Bernabe Abando, who won a brand new BMW 116i in Watsons’ Triple Treats promo
More pogi points for the lucky Mr. Abando
and he’s not dreaming. It really did happen!
It really pays to shop at Watsons. Watch out for their future promos!
Kris and Herbert
When Kris Aquino announced she was dating former actor and Quezon City Mayor Herbert Bautista, I actually thought they made a cute couple and thought that maybe they would last “forever” like she said.
She looked really happy.
A few days later my hairdresser told me that Kris had cut her hair. Then I found out Kris and Herbert had already broken up.
Tonight my nurse told me Kris’s peg for cutting her hair was Anne Hathaway.
Ooookay….I have no further comments, your Honor.
Zsa Zsa Padilla and Conrad Onglao
I can’t remember who told me these two were dating, but whoever told me also said, “Buti pa si Zsa Zsa. Isang blind date lang may jowa na.” (“Lucky Zsa Zsa. She got a boyfriend after one blind date.”)
I know who Zsa Zsa is obviously. She came to fame in 1984 after singing that Nescafe jingle.
In 1989 she famously eloped with Dolphy, who was 36 years older and left Alma Moreno behind.
I remember it being the biggest scandal at the time.
To her credit Zsa Zsa loved Dolphy till his last breath at the age of 83.
Two years later, Zsa Zsa is now partnered with architect Conrad Onglao, whom she met through a blind date arranged by Sharon Cuneta.
Writes Thelma San Juan: “Zsa Zsa and Conrad set their date through text messages. Zsa Zsa didn’t know who Conrad was, except that he is an architect. Conrad didn’t and still doesn’t know show biz. Both move in disparate worlds…Zsa Zsa didn’t know of Conrad’s credentials until they Googled each other before their blind date. Now, quite impressed with his achievements, she fondly calls him ‘my rock star.'”
Prior to their coupling, I also wouldn’t know what Conrad Onglao looks like. Here’s a photo of him grabbed from The FashPack.
Okay, not bad for a talented, successful, older man. But this is reality.
That said, I’m happy for both of them even though I don’t know either of them. I do think they look good together.
Oh, and nice house 🙂
George Clooney and Amal Alamuddin
Never since John Kennedy Jr. coupled with Carolyn Bessette in 1994 and married in 1996 has there been another couple that looks so perfect—individually and together. These pictures, taken before their tragic death in 1999, look as if they could’ve been taken yesterday. Their style is timeless.
And now there’s George Clooney and Amal Alumuddin.
We all know George Clooney is perfect (even though he’s not my type).
After a failed marriage and dating the typical actresses, models and cocktail waitress, he’s finally proposed to a 36-year-old Lebanese lawyer whose work includes issues related to Syria, drones and Wikileaks.
To me, she looks so perfect.
Not only does she look perfect, she sounds perfect.
It’s a good thing George isn’t my type, otherwise sarap patayin.
I just started going through my past blog entries to see how much my writing has changed.
When I started blogging in 2001, blogs were fairly new and not everyone had Internet.
As Internet became more accessible, all sorts of trolls and unhappy people came out started to attack people that seemed to have a good life online. That changed the way I wrote and blogged, plus the many sponsors that saw bloggers as a marketing tool/partner.
Starting today I’ll be resurrection past blog entries from my Livejournal, sort of like the throwback on Instagram, beginning with this post on July 19, 2004.
Cholo, Chico and Delamar
I wish I were like Martha Stewart who could survive on two hours sleep per day, or even five or eight hours.
I’ve always needed like 10-12. Otherwise I’m like a zombie.
I’ve been having sleep problems since my son got sick.
A couple of nights ago I woke up shivering at two in the morning. I was filled with terror. I wanted to go check my son’s room, but I stopped myself. I asked Jeroen to hug me. He was sleeping of course, but he squeezed me tightly.
The following morning I found out my son vomited at two in the morning and the yayas and the maid had to change sheets and stuff.
The following evening, I kept vigil in his room. I couldn’t sleep. He vomited at 2:30 in the morning, then I cleaned him up and transferred him to our room so the yaya could rest.
He wanted to watch cartoons, so we did that up to 5:30 am and I was so sleepy. He fell asleep in my arms and it was so sweet. I love him.
When he woke up at 6:30, he was so sick, I jumped up and took him to the doctor by 8.
He almost got confined in the hospital, but a miracle saved him from the IV, and he is OK now.
Last night I couldn’t sleep again.
At 4:30 I opened my laptop and searched for something to read, and I found the funniest LJ of Cholo. I hope he won’t mind my mentioning it.
He is the funniest guy, and the thing is, I sort of know him.
I was introduced to him more than ten years ago, but never had a conversation with him.
I don’t know a thing about him, except that he had an ex-boyfriend that I knew.
He writes so well. I finished his LJ at 6:30 am, found out what his job is and the funny things he does.
I love his Malate escapades. I love reading about gay stuff. It’s a world I hear about and am part of, but never experienced really.
I have never been to BED. I doubt that I’ll ever go. I don’t even go to Gay Pride.
But I love gay men, they amuse me so. I can’t imagine a life without gay men, how boring would this place be.
Excerpt from Cholo’s blog:
Cholo is met by the Lady Colin
Lady Colin: Oh djaaaahling. I’m a bit occupied right now. Let me get back to you in a bit. I just have to brief the emceeeeees of the show…Chico and Delamar. (Colin points out the two emceeeeees.)
Cholo turns to look and sees a couple who really look like theyre going to Unimart.
Cholo: (thought voice) Who the hell are Chico and Delamar?
Sequence 4. EXT. onstage in the streets. way after midnight.
The Unimart couple start off a raffle sponsored by blah..blah..blah
Chico: And the first winner will win an assortment of products from balah..blah..blah…and a gift certificate from FAIRMART!
A thick gasp is heard in the crowd! To mention the name of a department store long banished by the gay community was unspeakable!
A parlorista in the crowd: FAIRMART!?..ay anu ba yun!?
A gay German in the crowd: Heavens!
Delamar was quick to check the cue card of Chico and rushes to correct the grave error.
Delamar: Oh sorry guys…hihihi…it’s a gift certificate pala from FIRMA!
Cholo: (thought voice) Who the hell are Chico and Delamar?
After surviving last month’s mosquito infestation, here comes the summer heat.
The hottest day in Manila usually begins on my birthday, April 30. I know because for so many years it’s been a concern of mine whenever I decide to throw a party. This year I made sure to have five aircons at my party—but more of that in a later post.
It was so hot on the afternoon of my birthday that I decided to do my annual fried eggsperiment on our deck.
I took a small frying pan and cracked an egg over cooking oil at 1 PM and left it on the plastic table.
I went back to the air-conditioned room to chill and found the egg fully cooked an hour later at 2 PM—I kid you not!!
I should’ve seasoned it with salt and pepper, but the egg yolk was already overcooked.
I left it for one more hour before deciding to “scramble” it.
By this time the sun was no longer scorching and I was getting grossed out at the egg, so I asked the maid to take it away like Joe Quirino.
May 1st was especially brutal for me. I stayed home the whole day and felt our house turn into an oven. I felt the heat steaming from the plates as I washed them in the sink, which spewed out hot water as well.
Here’s how I plan to survive the rest of Manila summer:
1) Aside from drinking ice water the whole day, I had the aircon filter cleaned today.
2) Wash my legs in cold water before going to bed.
3) Sleep without pajama pants.
4) I also replenished my stockpile of Kool Fever gel pads to relieve me from heat-induced migraine. Can’t live without these and this is not a sponsored post 🙂
Not sure if it was that hot today because I stepped out of the house to see my eye doctor at Greenbelt.
I’m just grateful for the trickles of rain God has been sending every once in a while. That’s better than nothing.
And how is the heat treating you?