England Recall

First of all: Humble pie, anyone?

God, I just can't seem to stop laughing at Steve McClaren. Man, oh, man. Either he gets Becks' (sexy) butt back in the England squad or risk losing another match with his so-called first picks and then lose his post as England manager. Poor guy. I'm sure he's having a healthy dose of humble these days together with all the words he has said about Becks not being worthy of playing in the national squad--just "a pretty face" whose shirts he'd buy. Well, bully for you.
He shouldn't have had snobbed the man in the first place. Now look where he is now: in a very tight spot with matches to win so that they could qualify for Euro 2008. Doesn't he think this move might already be too late? I hope Becks can help get the team back together though--he did play a better World Cup last year than more than half of the squad but since he was captain then, people didn't really see that.

I did my happy jig as soon as I found out about this news. I was as happy as I could be for Becks--while Tiff was as happy as she could be imagining McClaren choking on some humble pie as he made this decision. Tee-hee!

Dreamboat Express: Double Header

I hate not doing what I'm supposed to do and I know that I missed posting a feature last Sunday for DE so I'm gonna do a double header today.

So first, I'm sticking with who I was supposed to feature last time--Mr Dirk Nowitzki. Huh! I dunno if I even really like him (hotness-wise) but my Pops think he's an awesome player so I guess that makes him something of a hottie--my Pops happens to be my basketball authority. And did I say that he won the regular season MVP for the '06-'07 season Tuesday last week? He's the first European-born player to get the award and rightly so. He'd been playing fantastic basketball in the past few years and he finally got a reward for all his hard work for the Mavs.

And also, this feature is for my friend Jules--who adores this guy.

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And for the second feature: Marat Safin. This Russian power server is one of my fave tennis players--although by checking my previous (and I'm sure the future) DE posts you can tell that I have a lot. I dunno why but I think he plays hot tennis--like his hot self. I remember the Aussie Open finals in 2005 and I pretty much could say that he made his name in that match. Too bad though that injury had plagued what could have been a fruitful career.

So it's the clay season once again in the tennis tour--the French Open is finally underway today--and I hope he does a good showing. In fact, I hope he does a good showing for the entire tour this year.

Selfishly enough, this feature is for moi (feeling the French vibe, eh?)--'cause I adore this guy.

Excuses And What-Nots

My only excuse for getting back to my old way of being a bad blogger is that, really, I have no excuse. NotAnExcuse # 1) The busier-than-usual workweeks I've had in the past couple of weeks; and NotAnExcuse # 2) The even busier "rest" days in between. I feel tired just thinking about what happened during the past couple of weeks. I must admit though that it was a different kind of tired. Physically tired, yes. But the mental muscles had had great exercise so I really couldn't complain.


Weddings Everywhere

Am I the only one not getting married these days?

Holly girl is. Lucky her. NO! Lucky MM.

A friend of mine from high school also got married last Saturday--which I felt bad for not being able to attend because I found out at the last minute and couldn't get leave from work anymore.

And then I have an officemate who's getting married in October--and I've volunteered my services in helping with the wedding invites. Up until I saw the finished products, I didn't know I had all that creativity in me. I guess it's enough to say that I was danged proud of my self. LOL!


Eff Me If Wrong

My friends at work used to have a crush in our office we have nicknamed Eff (but not this politely) MeIfI'mWrong. But then he was transferred to another site--but that was after we found out that he was a total jerk. So right now we are back to being surrounded by gloriously open gay guys in the office. I'm not saying that they aren't fun to be with--the complete opposite, in fact--but really, wouldn't it be MORE FUN to actually look forward to seeing your own Mr EffMeIfI'mWrong when one has to go to work?


Trebler's 8th Anniversary

Funny how time goes by so quickly. This weekend marks the 8th anniversary of when Manchester United won the unique Treble in 1999. I can still remember it clearly like it was yesterday. But, oh boy, that was one heck of a wonderful football season. It was great watching the young boys of Old Trafford come of age and win trophy after trophy--and achieve what has gotta be the penultimate prize in club football.

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Speaking Manchester United memories, I can't help but think about my old pal Tim, who also happened to be a huge fan of the club. It's things like these that remind me of him and how I try not to think that every May he was supposed to turn a year older--although he would always remain 25.

Miss you very much, Timmy. Everyday.

Duped!

I'm ashamed to admit that I have been, indeed, duped.

I was rearranging my online-stored Beckham photo albums when I stumbled on one of the pics that looked all too familiar. WTF! And so I backtracked to my Dreamboat Express feature on Wentworth Miller and bam! There it was.

So I took the pic out of the slide and put something else in. It offends me to even post it again so I'm not going to. Scroll down and you'd know what picture I mean. So to all those who drooled on that pic, sorry. That ain't good ole Wentworth in that shot.

Here's the real deal:
Proof is in the Guardian Angel and Brooklyn tats on his back. This pic was published years ago in a book.

I love Wentworth Miller still but for the whoever genius who did the editing: You've just been found out!

Dreamboat Express: Blake Lewis

It's American Idol Finale week. Finale-ly.

And I can barely sit still.

I waited for months for this to arrive and now I'm a nervous wreck. Sheesh, I need for Blake Lewis to win. Need it like I do oxygen. I'm just head over heels about this guy. But then he's such a cool performer so that wasn't totally unexpected. I know I haven't been as vigilant about this season like I have been in the past but I did my share of Blake-loving. And I have been trailing Blake's performances week in and week out.

His rendition of "Time Of The Season" still remains my most fave so far and "You Give Love A Bad Name" comes in a close second. I haven't had enough of playing those on YouTube. And that doesn't mean I don't check out his other performances at least once. I am such a hopeless Blaker case.

I just hope he gets to win because he deserves to--there has been noone like him in the six Idol seasons yet. But if not, well there had been a lot of seasons that the buying American public had proven the voting American public wrong. (Daughtry, anyone?)

Am keeping my fingers crossed.

When Tiffany Says So

"Have you seen Spiderman 3 yet? Uh-huh. But tell me, what's really the effing fuss about this film, eh?"

That's Tiffany for you.

Admittedly, I have been intrigued about this third Spidey installment since I saw the first (short-cut) version trailer months ago. But the thought of catching it on big screen never stuck as a capital idea. After all, I didn't watch the first two in the cinemas. A fact that I'm not remorseful about after I did get the chance to see them.

"Right. So why bother."

Tiffany again.

And she's right, as usual. Well, most of the time. And we both agree that our idea of a real summer blockbuster has Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom strutting their sexy stuff on screen.

But who, you ask, is Tiffany? In short, she's my alter ego. LOL! A poor excuse for one, that's for damn sure.

When one acts weirdly enough--liking one thing one time and hating it the next, it can be quite mind boggling. I don't think I've a problem about multiple personalities but I'd like to think of Tiff as my (crazy biyatch) voice of reason. Although if I (you) would really look at it, she's my excuse for being crazy, corny, crazily corny and, most of the time, just plain biyatchy. She gobbles up WWE and Mad TV like mad, and can't suffer men who think they're chocolate coated almonds. (Although come to think of it, who can?)

I'm not stereotyping the Tiffanys of the world though. Let's just make that clear now. Only because when I started liking the idea of having my "alter ego" (when I was in my teens), I was reading a young adult fiction book with a cheerleader character who did all these bitchy stuff just to snag HottestGuyInSchool. Her name was Tiffany and long story short, I ended up loving hating her--and the name eventually stuck.

Poor Tiff really takes all the blame for my nastier side. Some of the time, she's my cynical voice. But most of the time, I love her as my "logical" voice ("Damn, girl! You're eating way too much carbo-rich food!") But she's Tiff so I rearely listen. And then she can also be so over the top, it's practically a hoot.

So when she says: "Really. Going to the cinemas is a waste of time and money even if we watch Pirates... Better spend your dosh on those damn romance novels you so love to read."

I just have to tell her: "Logical voice or not, I'm having the final say on this. We are watching Pirates...even if I have to drag you to it."

Poor girl. She doesn't have a choice now, does she?

And she didn't have a choice when I dragged her to watch Spidey slink around in his spandex for the third and last time (and so they say). She couldn't very well complain if someone was giving away free tickets.

Music & Lyrics

I was excited to watch this movie because I was curious as to how the nearly fifty Hugh Grant would look and sound when singing. We all know he can dance, right? (Remember Love, Actually?) He came out and did it with taste, as always. No wonder I love his movies--and it's not just because of the British accent either. Add the eternally lovable Drew Barrymore to the equation and I knew it was going to be one heck of a feel-good movie. And it assuredly didn't disappoint me.

It started funnily enough with clips of Alex Fletcher's (Grant) '80s group. I can't explain it but there's just something about new wave that tickles my funny bone. And I love the concept of their concept--to feature a member of a former famous boygroup that topped the charts twenty years ago. I know VH1 and countless many reality shows do it these days. But then reality reality shows and cable TV weren't part of my vocabulary twenty years ago so I couldn't relate. This movie entitles me to see of what's to come not too many years from now of my former boygroup heroes. LOL!

So Alex will endeavor to write a song for the current pop sensation Cora Corman (Haley Bennett)--a cross-breed between Britney Spears and, well, Britney Spears (in her better years, I might add). But even enlisting the help of someone working for Hallmark didn't work out until Sophie Fisher (Barrymore) came into the picture. Well, she just came in to water Alex's house plants, really.

The next thing they knew he was putting music to Sophie's words. (That was after they highlighted Alex's age by showing Sophie's much older sister, played by Kristen Johnston, as a big fan of Alex's old group.) Okay, so they were working greatly enough to finish the song before the deadline--until such time the tantric Cora wanted to put a Hindi twist to the song. When Sophie asked for the song to remain as it is, arrangement-wise, Cora demanded the ending to be changed. It just wasn't working for her.

But Sophie felt that the song was already complete and Alex insisted they still change it, wanting to ensure his comeback by giving in to Cora's whims, so Sophie walked. When showtime came, she was assailed by hurt just like when an ex-boyfriend wrote a eventual bookseller based on a "fictional" budding writer when only Alex's name was announced as the songwriter of the winning song during Cora's tour opening concert.

But all's well that ends well. It was an entirely different song--which proved that Alex still has the songwriting touch. And when the time came for their song to be performed, it remained originally the way they wrote it. (And I had to laugh out loud because Cora still managed to do her signature wiggle while performing a ballad. LOL!)

And did I mention that I'm crazy about the song? Who wouldn't be if it ran something along:

"All I wanna do is find my way back into love..."

Dreamboat Express: Jonny Wilkinson

Honestly, I have never been a big fan of rugby. I don't think I'll ever be a big fan of rugby. But it still gives me goosebumps whenever I remember watching the game live on TV the evening England won the Rugby World Cup in 2003. Being the sportsfan that I am, any big global event such as this always catch my attention. Never mind that I have never watched an entire rugby game before that night. But all throughout the tourney, England was proving their critics wrong left and right; and worked more and more on proving their fans right--that they could be the greatest in rugby nation and be the first Northern Hemisphere country to bring home the WC trophy.

And who better to catch my attention than fly-half (don't me ask what that position does) Jonny Wilkinson. He had been kicking goals his way during the finals and practically led the entire squad in lifting that trophy. I hated the feeling of having to wonder if they'll win it or not as they get to extra time. But thinking that the game might go into that direction, Mr Wilkinson kicked in a drop goal (huh! now I know what that is) and gave his country the win.

You see, I'm not just a sucker for the hot ones. I'm into the hot ones that really leave their mark in their sport. But no thanks to injury, I really miss this guy from the international stage making a sensation of himself. *Sigh*

Edit, Edit, Edit

I have been using this blog template for over five months now (sheesh!) and I still love it. I would hate to change it but I just might for variety reasons. But, crap, looking for the right template is a tedious job--it took me weeks to find and settle on this one. But I have a feeling people might be getting (quite?) bored with this look (but as I've said, not me!). So I'm gonna start hunting for one now. Even if I'm gonna be dead on my feet when I do.

But for now, I'm adding a little something in the sidebar. I'm featuring Pinoy music videos, courtesy of YouTube (where else?). I know it's as corny as they come but I rarely like anything in the Filipino entertainment industry. This is a testament that I actually do. And when I do, I tend to go terminally gaga about it. So, yeah. Check it out.

HBD To My Most Favorite Serial Hottie

It's that time of year again...although this time around I just can't get it out of my mind that David Beckham is getting older. It just seems so unlikely and, besides, that would make me what now? Aight, don't answer that.

But I am thankful that since the more than eight years that I've been a fan, I have been witness to lot of changes in his life in that "short" span of time. But everything goes back to God and I'm very thankful that in spite of all the challenges Becks has to overcome, he still remains an iconic person. And even with all the trash that has been written and said about him, he still has the respect of the people that matters--his peers.

So as he turns a year older today, I wish him all the best--especially with his move to LA in August--as he continues to carve his name in sporting history. (Although better watch out on the next tonsorial move 'cause I'm not too keen on the peroxide overload right now, boyo! LOL!)

Happy, happy birthday, Becks!!!