The Cha & Paul Atrocity

(Note: The following entry is a re-blog from my favorite office neighbor Ruby's blogspot page featuring Cha and Paul, a.k.a. Susy and Geno of the Court of Appeals Mindanao Station.)

I open my eyes, softly and wide...

Lovely flower you're my sunshine!

A n n o t a t i o n.

I like this picture,

except for the fact that Paul is in it. Lol.

Peace out, fatso. We love you!

I like choreographing pictures.

Unfortunately for Paul and Cha,

they fell prey to my idiosyncrasy and nonplus conduct.

So, there you have it Cha... your photo at the Walled City.

XOXO

Thank you Ruby!

Wunderzwillinge werden vereinigt (Wonder Twins Unite)

I finally met wonder twin (a.k.a. T/TH/S Mrs. Sunshine Kaulitz) in person and had great SanMig Premium time with her cousin and friends at Alabang. Albeit short on time, I was grateful to have met, and clinked bottles with, this eclectic mix of wonderful and fun company.

Sehen Sie Sie im September, Zwillingsschwester!

Ruby and Her Minions

This shot was taken straight from a Philippine Department of Tourism brochure.

Of course, I was kidding.

Everytime I see this picture of my friends (Left to right: Rio, Ruby and Paul) which, by the way, was taken by me *gigglesnort*, I smile because I feel the warmth, happiness, energy and love emanating from these wonderful people. (Yes, Paul, I speak out of sincerity.)

Location: Binondo, Manila

Justice Flores' Retirement Party

En banc session

May 13, 2009, Court of Appeals Auditorium. Justice Teresita Flores with past and present staff.. Happy happy place. Miss you guys!

PSC Sunday

L-R: Baby Alec. Lyra, Me, Mavet

The sportsfest where noone really plays anything
HAHAHAH!

Mom and Me Tag Team

I remember two years ago my mother and I caused the termination of a salon guy's employment after he refused to give her the haircut she desired. she would have let the incident pass had the salon guy admitted his fault-- he didn't give the right  cut. Instead of apologizing, he raised his voice at my mother, which was rude, considering that she was in the middle of explaining to him how he could have possibly misheard her when she said, "Layered", instead of "Shaggy". Hah! By the laws of phonetics, the first term could not be mistaken for the second. And seriously, who wants a shaggy cut these days? He also caused a minor cut on mother's nape because his mind was very busy ranting and the guy couldn't multi-task.

Long story short, my mother and I gave the salon guy a taste of Bisaya fury. We were WWF tag team. It felt good afterwards because we knew we were fighting within the proper bounds.

Two years later, we caught ourselves in another tag team match, this time with the lady owner of a cafe who served us unchilled bottled juice.  It was no big deal for us, except that, for whatever reason, this lady refused to give us glass and ice. This, after assuring us that the  juice has been chilled for over 12 hours AND after failing and REFUSING to deliver what she has assured. Wow. Just wow. The unchilled juice, whew, no problem at all, the cowgirl that I am. No biggie. But the misrepresentation and the refusal?  No matter how mundane it seems, we couldn't let that pass. Tag team activate! So mother and I had another one of those quasi-bitch fits. We are not divas;  we just don't like it when people unreasonably trample on us. 

How about you, have you any bitch fight story?

This Hag's Favorite Twins

Hello everyone! I have a confession.

I have a mildly hazardous obsession for Tokio Hotel, especially the Kaulitz twins. However, I am but a small peck among the millions of screaming legions in the world. I wish I can hit the highest note in the eight-octave scale and scream so I can "consummate" my inner fangirl. I cannot. Screaming is obligatory for a fangirl. Drooling and giggling, too. The objects of my obsession/affection need only stand on a spot, no theatrics, to make me hyperventilate. And that's not exaggerating. Really.

Bill's fourteen-second audio message? I spun out of axis.

Tom's new black (raven, to quote my zwillingsschwester) cornrows? I catapulted into zero gravity.

Tom and Bill's t-shirt design and photoshoot for H&M Fashion Against AIDS 2009 campaign?

I DIED. (And it doesn't help that the shirt says "Rock hard, F*** Safe")

L-R: Gustav, Tom, Bill, Georg

Now, if only I can get my jittery hands on Brad Pitt's little bruder Georg. (Yes, Georg was adopted by German parents and the brothers reunited when Georg recognized a striking resemblance  of Brad's butt to his after that Legends movie. Hahaha) Er, I meant on this baby below.

Ahhhh. True love.