Justice Served

Remember the little bitch from my recent post? The one who had an encounter with Mighty Bond? Well, I went to the gym around 7pm and checked out the scene. The minute I saw that the keys were not there. I immediately confirmed that they had to force open the locker.

I approached it and tried opening it gently with my finger.

AHA!

They really have to force open the locker.

How? I don't know.

But one thing is for sure. If it's in working condition, you can never take out the keys without inserting your member's card at the back of the locker door. There is this card slot that releases the key and for you to retrieve your card, the key needs to be inserted back in the key hole.

Oh well, poor little bitch may had a heart attack trying to figure out what the hell happened while he was out there on the gym floor doing a lambada.

LESSON to be learned: NEVER mess with the EVIL BITCH. ad infinitum

Epicurean Craving: Papaitan

For those who are not in the know, papaitan or pinapaitan is a tamarind and bile stew of tripes and innards of goat or ox. This is a popular dish among folks who loves drinking liquor, a typical "lasengero" fare if I may add.  Also, you can find a lot of this dish along highway pit stop eateries when you travel up north (Pangasinan, La Union, Ilocos Norte & Sur). 

My first encounter with this dish dates back when I was just about 6 or 7 years old. My dad and uncle went to the market in "their" hometown - Pangasinan while vacationing. Me, the ever gregarious boy, wanted to tag along with the grown ups even though I have no clue where they were heading. So I ended up in a wet market. 

THEN! amidst the sensory overload of the place. I decided not to join them and asked my dad if I can stay inside the car. He said, NO. Instead, they asked this small carinderia (canteen) if I can stay there and eat while they go buy stuff at the market. The shop lady, gladly said yes. 

Who could resist a cute little urchin like me?  harharhar

There were a lot of people walking in and out of the carinderia. All shapes and sizes. I was just amazed with all the food they were ordering. Until I got a whiff of this very peculiar smell and asked the shop lady where its coming from. She gladly told me that it's from the papaitan. 

I asked if it's any good and she replied with a yes. In a blink of an eye, she was already scooping out this stew and offered me to taste it. I looked at it for a second, checked out the contents which was something that I have never seen being served on our dining table. I had a few sips, and that totally changed my life. 

My dad came back for me and was surprised to see that I was eating papaitan. I may have finished at least 3 bowls of it. I was really loving the taste, like there is no tomorrow.

Back to the present day.

I woke up with a huge craving for papaitan. Looked at the clock and it was already 11am and lunch is just around the corner. Picked up the keys and asked Winlove if he wanted to grab something to eat before we go find TSA locks for the luggage. He said yes and off we went.

Inside the car, I told him that I am craving for papaitan. He said, NO WAY. 

If there is anything that he would not eat. It's that - papaitan. The mere mention of it can make him cringe. Well, I don't blame him and a lot of people who share the same disgust with this stew. Can you imagine slurping soup with bile? Har har har, so go figure.

I thought of the mall food court but theirs is not that good plus the fact that it's expensive. Then I thought of this place where I had my car washed a couple of times. There is a small carinderia right next to it and serve a knock-out papaitan. Parked the car and asked Winlove if he would reconsider. His answer was a definite, NO.

Stepped out the car and left him inside. Entered the carinderia and ordered a cup of rice, a bowl of papaitan and a glass of water.

Cost of lunch: P40 (US$.85)
Hepatitis shot: P2500 (US$ 52.00)

Experience: PRICELESS

Maybe I can post the recipe next time =)

Me on a bus

Ever fantasized about your photo ending up on the side of a bus like Carrie Bradshaw? or perhaps a giant billboard of you wearing a Rue Le Dive Kaftan on TimeSquare? Dream no more because the folks over at yourmagicphoto made it possible. errrmmm at least online, but WTH, it's the closest deal that you can get.

Look at mine!
Pretty neat huh?



I am back again in France and this time, ON the back of the bus and NOT inside, AT the back :) *** you know what I am talking about.

And here's more for that little photo alchemist in you. Check out: faceinhole if you want to do a little body snatching. Trust me it's fun. 

Little bitch

Sometimes I ask myself, do I really need to go out of the house and be exposed to insensitive worthless bastards that litter around the metro? However, I always end up braving it out there and take it like a grain of salt BUT with some "peppery" adjustment.

HAR HAR HAR

You know how the evil bitch in me can't be contained when sombody gives me an attitude.

Monday, 12:50PM, Fitness First Gym.
I just got out of the shower and heading towards my locker to change and stuff my wet clothes inside my cute tote. (Yes, people are so jealous of it and they drool while gawking. For this, all I can say is, TSURA!)

The person occupying the upper locker was so inconveniently busy prepping for his gym prancing extravaganza and was taking forever to finish marinating himself with whatever stinky cologne and strapping cheap vinyl contraption on his body. I finally got his brief attention and motioned to him that I will be needing access to my locker.

The little bitch just ignored me! The nerve of that tramp.

So I counted, 1.2.3.4.5.

Okay, I waited for about 2 more minutes for him to clear out the scene, standing a few meters behind him while I recite, a prayer to God, asking him for strength that I don't put this bitch inside the locker.

tick tock tick tock

Little bitch finally moved away but gave me a dagger look as he walked away.

I was dumbfounded. Sharp words that should be lashing out of my mouth, couldn't escape. It was trapped inside and no where to go but to swallow it down my throat.
The next thing I knew, he was gone. Scene totally cleared of his ghastly sight and intoxicatingly awful smell.

I counted again, 1.2.3.4.5.

Got dressed quietly and pulled out one of my little "best friend"

MIGHTY BOND




I squirted almost half of its content into the keyhole and left the scene like Vadge(Madonna) in her music video "Justify my Love"

I am pretty sure little bitch will have a wonderful surprise when he gets back to his locker. Who knows, it might cost him a pretty penny (P500) to open that damn little locker.

Now, thats what I call administered ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT.

Ang lola mo...

Yesterday at the Manila F.A.M.E. convention, I over heard a group of exhibitors talking about someone who just passed by their booth. When I looked to see who they were referring to.

SURPRISE

and More SURPRISE

No other than, Ms. Carla Sibal.

Okay, what was the buzz all about?

Is she a SHE or a HE?
Lalake yan!
Ganda ng green dress!
Mukhang bakla!

It was funny but I kept quiet because I pity lola Carla.
Then again, I don't really get her and how "some" people call her "FABULOUS" "FIERCE" or "STUNNING". Maybe because these people in her social circle are trying to brown nose or what?

In my head, TRANNIES (drag queens, shemales or transexuals) are often called Fabulous. and IF NOT? then that's going to be really sad.

Oh and yeah, what's up with nip-tuck business? It's just awful. It made her look like she OD'd on botox and collagen implants.

Around lunch time, I saw lola Carla dining alone, al fresco @ Kenny Roger's.

FAUX FAB diba?

IJP del Mundo Corp.

Twice every year, Manila F.A.M.E. International hosts a design festa featuring the country's brilliant design connoisseur to showcase the fruits of their passion and penchant for art of living well to the world.

The show will run from 16 to 19 October, 2008
9:00AM to 6:00PM



While your at it, take a peek inside IJP del Mundo's booth which is currently showing at SMX Convention Center in Mall of Asia.

Drop by and say hello.

IJP del Mundo Corp.
BOOTH NO.
E9 - SMXC

Tuft Tuft

Cute guy alert!
I just have to take a photo of this guy's armpit. Punyeta, I don't
know what came over me. Fetish ba ito?
Anyhoo, Mr. Pit (yeah, let's call him that) is one looker. Nice
features, down right sexy and not to mention smells really good. Too
bad, I was not able to take a photo of his face to complete the visual
package. Instead, I give you this.

Monday HOT Armpit

xyg

6 train rush-hour EEEKKK scene

Have you ever thought of how filthy those handles that you hang on to inside trains and subways? what about those escalator hand rails and public toilet door latch. Yes folks, the list can go on and on. It simply is, FILTHY. like as in EEKKK (all caps)

I had an unfortunate experience before when I was on my way to work while taking a subway. The train car was pretty stuffed with other zombie commuters on a rush hour trying to be at work before the bell rings. Once inside, the first thing on my mind is to get to a spot where I don't get squished by other passengers getting on the next station. Finally found a safe spot which was quite spacious considering it's a rush hour. Why is that? there was this guy in a suit standing and looking out of the window staring blankly into I don't know.  I stood right next to him and I was about to hang on to the handrail. This man started picking his nose and didn't even bother using a tissue to wipe the booger off his finger. Instead, he gently ran his finger on to the handrail as if it was a normal thing to do.

My blood turned white!

It was really gross and I wanted to scream. No wonder the spot we were standing on was quite "free" in spite of the usual rush-hour mob scene. One lady looked up to me as if she wanted to say: move away quickly!. By looking into her eye and reading her body language. It was clear to me that she is also grossed out by that man in a gray suit. Soon as I got my bearing back, I moved a little further away from that man and spread my legs a little wider than usual trying to balance myself while clutching my tote from knocking myself down on the subway floor.

As I finally found my equilibrium, I glanced back at the man, still staring blankly to the window. Again, he repeated this gross act again and inserted his finger back into his nostrils! I swear to God that he's got to have rhinotillexomania! I just stopped looking and pretended that I am not in his presence.

Ever since that incident, I have been wary of touching surfaces like escalator handrails or bathroom door latches. Can you just imagine what goes on to the surface? Flicked or what have you by gross and bored individuals with nothing else to do. I swear, despite the fact that nose-picking is a very common habit but finds less acceptance than audible farting. You will see it everywhere! and often times, people are totally oblivious to what they are doing. Like they were in a trance. Slowly working their fingers or objects inside their nostrils with the aim of removing a piece of dried nasal truffle.

Oh, by the way, if you want to go booger hunting and see where these little critters end up after being "excavated" by their miners? try to check out underneath a table, chair or any other furniture! sometimes even on elevator doors. You will be surprised :)

I miss blogging

I know, it's been over a week since I last made a post.
Blame it on laziness and practically nothing worth blogging that made this site quite a bore. I promise to make better posts next time. But for now, I want to share this really funny video that have kept me in stitches.

Look out for Ms. Georgia (video counter: 1:11) 

Enjoy.