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6:33 pm

Call of the wild and the US$1.03 Monkey

06/01/2005, Fat

Forgive me father for I have sinned.

I admit. I’m not the type of person who usually watches TV. I refuse to have a TV set in my room. I’m so anti-TV. I like to shelter myself from the evils of cheap, commercial culture for the masses. The television is for people who cannot entertain themselves by doing "normal" stuff. The only time I’ll make an exception is whenever I watch a movie (DVD) or when Paris Hilton is there (that’s not watching TV… that’s getting education) or whenever I watch CNN.

For the past 3 weeks now, I found myself watching the TV more and more. Normal TV shows for normal people. I’d say I now spend around 1 hour a day watching TV. Although yes, you will never see me sit in front of the damn set for 30 consecutive minutes, I’ve discovered all sorts of shows… and commercials.

There’s this one commercial that has been all over the place – McDonald’s Beef Prosperity chu chu thing. I swear it’s on every 5 minutes whatsoever.

I have a love-hate relationship with McD’s. Generally, I despise em. After all, McD’s is to blame for all the god-forsakened fat people all over the world. McD’s is pretty much the mecca of all fatdommeccas: this is where the word FAT got invented.

Anyway, look at Asians as an example.

For years, we have been stereotyped as the chinky-eyed, short shorty midget-y, submissive, fuckwhoring bitches to dirty-old-hairy-fat-white-trash gorillas.

While Asian females are fantasized upon as real,

live, human sex toys, Asian males fall into 2

categories: either you’re a kung-fu flighting, black-

belted, ching chong man ala <insert Asian action

person here> or the short yet lanky straight-A

bookish nerd.

But ever since McDonald’s invaded the continent decades ago, things have changed.

Whenever I go out to the scene these days, there’s an abundance of tall Asian kids. I’m just as tall as my brother, and I’m 5’9. He’s 15 years old and still growing… and no doubt he’ll be taller than me. The heights 5’11 and 6-foot is starting to become extremely common. Fine… perhaps the odd 6-foot-7 male types are still rare here but everyone seems to be tall these days… particularly the young ones. Heck, I even know 2 girls who are at least 6-foot tall. And yes, they’re Filipino natives… originally from rural areas. 

And there’s only one reason to blame. McDonald’s.

Enough rambling.

So yeah — this Beef Prosperity commercial made a huge impact in this household. Everyone had seen it for god knows how many times. The total airtime it had in our heads is probably longer than a 180-minute movie.

Early this afternoon, my mom, my sister and I had enough. Right after watching yet another commercial, we all had this desperate craving churning in our stomachs.

We didn’t even bothered to beautify ourselves. Usually, we’ll never step out of the house gate wearing house clothes. It is a must for us to look our very best even if we are stepping out a mere 2 inches outside the house. Today was an exception — to hell with taking a shower, spending 2 hours on what to wear, etc… we just have to taste the nectar of that that well-publicized Beef Prosperity thing.

Wearing plain house clothes and armed with the Visa card, all three of us asked the driver to bring us to the nearest McDonald’s, about 5 minutes from our house.

My mom stayed inside the car while my sister and I went in. I swear to god, going inside the doors of McDonald’s was like entering the gates of hell… errr a frying pan. My brain was filled with mental images of lard and frying oil.

I had intense hallucinations that I’m turning into the Nutty Professor, with the Ronald McDonald’s mascot giving me the fuck-you finger.

As we arrived to the counter, we placed our order.

* 8 Beef Prosperity Burgers (2 for me, 2 for my mom, 1 for my sister Grace, 1 for my brother, 1 for my other sister Genie and 1 for our driver)
* 1 Double Cheese Burger (for my sister Grace)
* 2 Large French Fries (for Grace and me)
* 1 Large Twister Fries (for Grace and my mom)
* 2 x 6-piece Chicken Nuggets (for Genie and me)
* 1 Oreo McFlurry (for Grace and my mom)
* 1 Large Coke

The verdict: Beef Prosperity burger was a complete disappointment. It had bad odour.

As soon as you unwrap the thing, it reeked of

this onion smell (because of the onions), similar to

sweaty, filthy armpits of Eurotrash people.

Also, there was way too much pepper on it. Beef prosperity indeed — it was prosperous with spices you’d think it came all the way from India from the Tsunami.


I know I’m not supposed to be making sensitive jokes after 100,000+ people died but seriously, they should’ve named this the Tsunami Leftover. The burger must be one of those things that reached our shores.

The only good thing that came out of this mini trip to McDonald’s was the fact that I bought one of those happy-meal child toys for $1.03 (58 Filipino bucks).

My sister and I have been looking for big, fuzzy cellphone charms that you can hook at the bottom of your cellphone. Currently, I have a small cat thing I got from a flea market. I used to have the $75 Gucci handbag cellphone charm but I lost it in Moscow. And now I want a bigger, fuzzy doll-like cellphone charm.

Both of us fell in love with the mini stuffed toys the first time we saw them at the counter. There’s about 18 of them I think. I got the gold monkey while my sister bought the pink pig. They’re kinda cute-ish. But alas, they didn’t fit my phone.


11:59 pm

Mini shopping spree

05/01/2005, Health

Oh good lord. I am so careless sometimes.

My dad wanted to print some documents so he went to my room to pick up the docs on my printer. While he’s waiting for the paperwork to print, he saw my blog in its full glory on my browser window. He read some of the entries… I’m sure not all, cause I was gone for a few minutes. When I came back, he said how I’m very bitchy and I’m wicked.

Eeew eeew eeew. I’m not bitchy. I’m nice and sweet.

I can’t believe how he can just read my blog like that. I mean, it’s not displayed on my monitor cause I have other browser windows opened but he just fiddled around and opened my blog.

I just hope he’s tipsy enough not to remember the URL. The last thing I want is my dad to be reading my journal.

I’m 18 (+4) years old for god’s sake.

Back to business.

I had my regular glycopeel cleaning and facial done earlier today, as well as a long-overdue power peel session. God knows what kind of germs and how many dead skin cells I have on my face, and I haven’t had a facial since I arrived.

The receptiobitch at my doctor’s office was such a liar.

My appointment is at 4PM so me and my sister left the house early. At around 4:05, we were trying to find a place to park. Little miss Pinocchia called to follow up and asked "It’s already 4:25PM, do you still want to keep your appointment?". Then my sister said, "Yes, we’re already here in the parking lot, we’re just looking for a place to park."

When I looked at my watch, it was around 4:05 or 4:06. When my sister looked at hers, it was 4:06. When she looked at her phone, it was 4:08. When I looked at the car, it was 4:10.

Me and my sis quickly rushed to the clinic, which was about a 1 minute walk from the parking lot. When we arrived, we said we were there for our appointments and my sister looked at the BIG CLOCK on the wall. It said 4:10.

Vicky_picClearly this receptiobitch was lying scum. 4:25PM my arse. She must be newly-hired because the previous receptiobitch has been gone for some time and I assume she got fired. Besides, it is perfectly acceptable for us to be late, as long as it’s no later than 15 minutes… actually, who cares. It is perfectly acceptable for us to be late. Period. Ok… well.. maybe within reason. The head honcho (owner) is, Dr. Vicky Belo, who is my sister’s best friend’s aunt. We can go to all of her clinics whenever we want, ask whatever we want and get everything that we want. She didn’t call me her best-dressed patient for nothing. Whatever watch or clock we use (as long as it’s not the car’s cause it’s fucked up), we were still in the time frame.


Since we were at the mall, I needed to do some shopping. Nothing major, just a quick trip to flex my card. I bought a new alarm clock because I’ve developed resistance to my Nokia. I also bought some cigarettes, 2 books by Sophie Kinsella: Shopaholic & Sister… and Shopaholic Ties the Knot, 2 belts, 2 plain black t-shirts, 1 plain white t-shirt and 2 sleeveless tops (same style, different colors) at Topshop. Boy I love Topshop. It’s soo dirt cheap it’s not even funny. Topshop is the ultimate in cheap clothing, like GAP. You can have racks and racks of their clothes, use them once, twice or thrice and donate them to charity. You can never have enough of their stuff. Really. Go to Top Shop.


11:15 pm

GO AWAY BABYSITTER!!!!!!! My dad read my blog.

05/01/2005, Uncategorized









5:32 am

SALE: Get your Fendi sneakers NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW and I mean NOW! Say hello to daddy. You’re mine!

04/01/2005, Fashion

I have to admit I’m not really a fan of so-called "sales" because leftovers are bad for your health. But this one is an exception…

Thank god I added the Fendi Zucchino Sneaker (size 40.5) into my shopping bag about 2 weeks ago or else someone would’ve bought the sneaker in my size.


Apparently, whatever item you added into your shopping cart with, it stays there for 30 days. It automatically gets subtracted to their inventory as if you already reserved/purchased an item. For instance… if everything on the site says it’s sold out but you have 1 item on your cart, that 1 and only item in your shopping cart is the last item… and it’s yours! Once you removed the item from your cart, it automatically goes out to the "pool" so someone else can buy that item.

Buy your Fendi Zucchino Sneakers now before they’re gone.

It’s sooo dirt cheap. What’s like $230?…

Weekend booze money if you ask me.

Kalibo AirportI ordered mine in blue and green. There’s the red available but I don’t like it. There’s also a plain gold available and I already have it ages ago. Click the thumbnail to see the pic.

Anyway, off to work I go. It’s 5AM here and I’ve got lots of emails to catch up. Did I say I *hate* Mondays and Tuesdays? Ugh.

12:43 pm

Broken Promises… from Instanbul to Wellington

02/01/2005, Travel

After much contemplation, I’ve decided I’m not gonna be able to fulfill my promise to my Russian friends that I’ll come back to Moscow/SPB sometime on February.

Let’s face it, I’m no Hilton grandchild with a 9-digit trust fund. If I were to go to Russia next month, I’ll only have a couple of weeks to save $$$ — and I haven’t even received the credit card bills for all the Christmas shopping I did.

Earlier this morning, I was exploring my options. One of my new year’s resolutions is to visit at least 2 countries I’ve never been to before. Last year it was Russia… and boy a lot of my friends suffered from months of constant whingeing on how I want to go there badly etc… and then come October, bam, I was there.

This year, well, I want to go (again) somewhere "not normal".

FabianFor quite some time, I toyed around going to Ecuador, where New York Circuit Boy Fabian Basabe is from. If Ecuador made cute guys like him, then there’s probably an abundance of similar-looking guys where he came from. And yes, even if he does look like a retard sometimes, I think he’s hot… hot, hot, hot, hot, HOT!.

But Ecuador?

Can you seriously imagine me going to Ecuador?

Heck, I don’t even know where it is on the map. South America, definitely. But who cares.

2 other countries sprang to mind.

Turkey and New Zealand.

I’m no longer keeping it a secret that I kinda find

"Arabicishbutnotfullblownmosquegoingarabic" looking guys cute.

Yes, yes, I know, I know. When I was in London, I just mince and walk past their quaint kebab shops all over Edgeware Road. Some of them are hot looking, some are not — you know, the gorillabackhair types. I like the young, under-25 ones. They are really cute… and hot. Especially if they don’t have fullblown facial hair… just light stubble and the likes.


I’ve only been with 1 Turkish guy in my entire life and he was gifted… extremely gifted "down there". He wasn’t that bad looking either.

Plus, I saw this program on CNN ages ago and Turkey seems to be a safe place now that they’re "Europe". I give them A+ for Effort.

And why New Zealand? I really don’t know.


It’s far. It’s something "new" and god knows whether it’s civilized (i.e. cute boys, loads of good shopping, nice hotels, nice clubs, etc) down there or not.

I’ve never met a New Zealand person in my entire life and I know some beef and milk came from New Zealand. The Asia-Pacific version of the classic Wales sheep shaggers, perhaps? Who knows.

So if you were me, where would you go?

Turkey… or New Zealand?
Istanbul or Queenstown?
Ankara or Wellington?

7:52 pm

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01/01/2005, Loneliness

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11:41 pm

Happy New Year and all that crap

31/12/2004, Uncategorized

I wish you all a prosperous 2005.

20 more minutes and it’s January 1.

Another year

Another birthday

Another crappy number to be added to my age.

Is there such a thing such as a time freeze? You know, botox for calendar, that sort of thing?

Happy new year to all of you.

And crap.

10:45 pm

I’m back to civilization.

29/12/2004, Boracay

Track of the moment: "Ever After" by Bonnie Bailey (HedKandi Beach House 0404) Click the play button to hear it.

After a rather short 6 nights, I’m finally back to civilization. No more sea, sun and sand. No more cute Australian teens, pale, fat Brits and hairy Eurotrash people with their $3 prostitutes to see.

There’s so much stuff to tell but I really don’t know where or how to begin. I’ll just make a list and hopefully you’ll have an idea of what I’ve been up to etc.

1) Never, ever get drunk in front of your dad.
2) Never, ever tag a sibling along whenever you flirt with guys.
3) Never, ever tag a sibling along whenever a guy flirts with you.
4) Never, ever flirt with a hot, young, sexuality-unknown, Australian guy on holiday with his mom, dad, sister and a gay, blonde, acne-infested, pimple-faced brother. In fact, don’t even bother flirting with people who go on holidays with their families. You won’t just won’t go anywhere despite both of you wanting something to happen.
5) The older one wearing a baseball cap. Thorton family.  Your mom gave you a back rub on the motor boat. You also helped the porter lift my Vuitton suitcase so it won’t get wet cause the sea waves were hitting em. Whoever you are, you’re hot. You’re really fucking hot. Go online when you get back home in Australia, go to google, search for your family name and then Boracay… and then email me… and then let’s fuck sometime. You can fuck me good and hard. So much for wishful thinking.
7) This is the first holiday I had in my entire life when my 1:00 AMs were spent sleeping. A boring, fat, not-into-clubbing, sister to tag along with you is NEVER, I repeat, NEVER, EVER fun. Especially when her idea of fun is raiding the mini bar for snacks and watching boring HBO flicks at night. Her boring habits will easily rub off into you and you’ve got no choice but to spend the night in as well cause you don’t want to go out on your own.

Anyway, first batch of pictures are finally here. I’ve got more to upload tomorrow. I’ve got literally over 1,200 emails (work etc) to sift thru and I’m gonna do an all-nighter today.


Click the photo strip above to go to my photo album.

Here’s my fave picture of em all:


Ciao for now!

7:21 pm

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27/12/2004, Boracay

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25/12/2004, Uncategorized

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