curly sue

(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.)

Thank you Ruby!

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!

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

En banc session

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

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?

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.

Shai's "photoshoot" . More in the Photo Album. Click HERE.

I am not calm. At least not in my head.

Oh my god.

"Sana ikaw na nga" is playing on the radio. Someone, somewhere in the astral plane, is wooing me, I swear.

Is this a sign of things to come? Is she going mainstream already? I hope she is. This lady's music was my summer of '07 soundtrack and it was the perfect therapy to melancholic me! She's a musical movement all on her own. Her music has been described as seductive and transcendent (Amazon), gorgeously conceived, accomplished yet understated (Paste), singular among her peers (Variety).*

Here are screen captures of my diva Vienna in her new music video, "Gravity". Curly Sue, is that you?

Vienna in her element

Work it girl!

These gloves have a life of their own.Aren't the black ribbons heavenly?

Sing, girl, sing!

Catch her video at the viennateng official youtube channel.

"Gravity" (words and music by Vienna)

Hey love
Is that the name you're meant to have
For me to call

Look love
They've given up believing
They've turned aside our stories of the gentle fall

But don't you believe them
Don't you drink their poison too
These are the scars that words have carved
On me

Hey love
That's the name we've long held back
From the core of truth

So don't turn away now
I am turning in revolution
These are the scars that silence carved
On me

This the same place
No, not the same place
This is the same place, love
No, not the same place we've been before

Hey, love
I am a constant satellite
Of your blazing sun
My love
I obey your law of gravity
This is the fate you've carved on me
The law of gravity
This is the fate you've carved on me

*vienna teng official youtube channel

This cartoon looks eerily much like her.

Photo credit: www.clipartof.com