Girl Power Is On...Again!

I have to let the news sink in for a few days before I could make an honest reaction to the news of the Spice Girls getting back together. At least a farewell tour with all FIVE of them. And it's only now that I'm actually glad that they are. I never got on the caravan that was the Spice Girls mania all those years ago, only becoming a fan of the group after I saw their concert in Istanbul on TV--that was supposed to be the opening show of their world tour. But then Geri jumped ship and that was that.

And now I'm actually gonna witness their comeback, even if it is being staged as their farewell tour. But better that than nothing else. And this was a long time coming indeed. All five of them have changed over the years and I can't wait to see what kind of production they're going to put out there. I'm sure it won't be anything like that concert in Istanbul. LOL! Excited does not even begin to describe the way I feel about this thing. And check out this beautiful pic of when they announced their reunion a few days past. Very cool, mature, and chic. Nothing like the girls who graced music videos a decade ago.

And check out their reunion promo video here. :o)

And Since Everyone Is Doing It...

I've had my blog rated, too. And here is the verdict:

Really now. Apparently, I mentioned the word SHIT thrice (four now!) and the word sexy one time too many. Damn!

Have your blog rated here.

Dreamboat Express: Alex Rodriguez

I've been in a daze for the past week since that burglary in our place that I neglected to post a dreamboat last Sunday. Unforgivable. And to think that I was quite excited to feature Alex Rodriguez, the first A-Rod in sports. (The second one being Andy Roddick. Already featured, of course.)

When I first knew of him, he was playing for the Seattle Mariners. But I didn't even notice his multi-million move to the Texas Rangers, the biggest in baseball history. All I know was that he was best buds with THE Jeter Derek. But the superstar status didn't help the Rangers any. It was only when he moved to the Bronx that his star has shone the brightest. He is currently having the season of his life...which would become better if they could go on top of their division--which had better be soon. But first things first, the All-Stars is just around the corner and currently A-Rod leads voting. This is my props for the man.

Burgled!

Just when I thought my life couldn't get any worse, it actually did. Dammit!

Thinking that these things only happen to other people is a crazy idea. Thankfully, I and my family had never been victims of muggings or robbery. And in my case, that's saying a lot since I have worked jobs with crazy hours and I always use public transpo. But lo and behold, my sister and I had just become victims of burglary last Tuesday in a place we thought was safe enough--the "secure" apartment we are currently staying.

It happened last Tuesday and since I was working the morning shift, I didn't find out until around noontime when I checked my messages. The effing asshole got my sis' phone and handbag and my jewelry box. Shit shit shit!

It's not so much about the monetary value of the stuff that got stolen that I'm crazy about but the fact that the things inside it had more sentimental value than the swiper's pathetic life has. My jewelry cum music box alone was a gift from my second grade teacher when I graduated from college. The pieces of jewelry in it were gifts from family including a gold watch I'v had since I was ten. Plus knick knacks I got from vacations and--this is what I'm most freaked out about--a Becks keychain that was a gift from one of sisters' friends. I wasn't even using it 'cause I was afraid of losing it. Grrr!

And it wasn't only us. Three other room in our building got hit, too. Two rooms actually had sleeping people in them. And we found out later in the day from the police that four other apartment buildings got burgled on as well. I hate these people and now understand why the general public condones the vigilante killings of known criminals in the past few years.

I'm just glad noone got hurt amoung our housemates, especially my sister who saw an unknown man when she came out of our room, who saw her locking up our room real good. That must have been the guilty shithead who took advantage of the fact that noone was obviously in our room.

I can rant all day but I won't give him the satisfaction of affecting our lives anymore than he already did. He can shove the things he stole up his ass. All I want is the chance to slap the daylights out of him and kick his balls up his throat. If I can't have that, I'll settle for him and everyone who benefited from their MO to die a slow and painful death. That's all.

Campeones At Last After Four Years

I wasn't able to watch the game last night--nor heard who won the title, Real or Barca, up until I sat in front of the computer right about now. Butterflies in my stomach, shaking hands...I was so scared of finding out that Becks' last hurrah would just end up in nothing.

Who would have thought at the start of the second half of the season that Real Madrid would gather enough momentum to bring back the Primera title back home? And that they would steal it right under the nose of powerhouse Barcelona. Although right about this moment, Barca doesn't look like such a powerhouse now, do they?

But the La Liga title is back in the Bernabeu where it belongs. After four barren years, David Beckham has finally won a silverware in Madrid whites even after a very turbulent final season with the club plagued with injury worries and being snubbed by coach Fabio Capello after his big signing with LA Galaxy early this year. But Becks was instrumental in the club's comeback in the second half of the season. Now, before he moves to the U.S., he has something to finally show for his five years with the Merengues. Not to mention that he won the title on Fathers' Day. What a day to celebrate with his sons!

And I'm extremely happy for the entire team as well especially for Real oldtimers Raul, Roberto Carlos, Iker Casillas and Guti. With the loss of Ronaldo in mid-season, everything seemed so, well, lost. But if there's one way Real knew how to do, it's to win something in style--they definitely achieved that this season with a final-day decider last night. A send-off to beat all send-offs for Becks from the rest of the team. It was a joy to watch videos of the club celebrating in Las Cibeles after the match--that sight was a long time coming.

Thank you, guys, you definitely showed the Beckham boys--all four of them--a good time!

And Since It's Father's Day...

To all the fathers who got blown by the wind here in my bloggie, I wish you a very happy father's day. And to fathers of all ye, readers, please greet your greats pops a very happy birthday from moi.


I'm so freakin' shallow 'cause the whole point of this damn post is this list that Victoria's Secret released last month--their "What Is Sexy?" list. Do tell me if you agree or if you don't about their choices. Here it is.


Sexiest Actress - Jessica Alba (I've no problem with that. She is hot!)

Sexiest Actor - Eric Dane (I want more McSteamy! Check out that hot pic. YUM!)

Sexiest Beach Body - Matthew McConaughey (Sure, but I think Ryan Reynolds has a better bod.)

Sexiest Male Musician - Justin Timberlake (Rowena will agree with this, hands down.)

Sexiest Female Musician - Carrie Underwood (Never mind that she won over Bo 'cause she is really pretty cool.)

Sexiest Female Athlete - Danica Patrick (The girl can drive so she has my props.)

Sexiest Male Athlete - Derek Jeter (Could be. But for someone who's a sucker for athletes, it'd be hard for me decide who comes second to Becks. LOL!)

Sexiest Mom - Kate Hudson (I don't think I'd vote for her for this category although I like her as an actress.)

Sexiest Dad - David Beckham (*grin*Yeah! He's the sexiest everything!*grin*)

Sexiest Couple - Jay-Z and Beyonce (Hmm. Okay.)

Sexiest Trendsetting Style - Sienna Miller (Really? I'm not exactly aware of that.)

Sexiest Smile - Josh Duhamel (I love this guy--and now his smile, too.)

Sexiest Eyes - Adrian Grenier (If I can vote for Becks for Sexiest Athlete for his second 'award' then I think I will vote Eric Dane for this category, too.)

Sexiest Legs - Cameron Diaz (I guess VS can't vote for their own and make Giselle win, huh?)

Sexiest Lips - Jennifer Hudson (What?! No Angie?)

Sexiest Cast - Grey’s Anatomy (Ditto!)

Sexiest City - Las Vegas (What happened to Paris?)

Dreamboat Express: Tony Parker

And the rest of the San Antonio Spurs.

And their long season has finally come to fruition. And I'm sure Tony Parker had felt that time more than anyone--wasn't there a no-sex rule for him during the playoffs? I know I read that somewhere so don't go a-smirking on me, fella. LOL!

I love, love, love it that the Spurs won against the Cavs--in a four-game sweep nonetheless! Not that I hate the Cavs but I knew right from the start that the Spurs is the better team. Oh, I'd love to have the underdog win but in this case, I just wasn't feeling the so-called underdog. And I love a team who knows how to play like a team, not like some one-man show. That's why I wanted to do a team feature here for the first time in the serial. But we all know Tony Parker is getting married next month so this will be the last time I can make a salute to him as a bachelor.

And why not? Heck, he definitely deserves it after a fantastic showing in the Finals and becoming the first European-born player to win the Finals MVP. It's the year of the Europeans, isn't it? First, Dirk. Now, Tony. Wow! Basketball has finally become an international game.

Three Summer Movies Down

And a helluva lot more left to watch.

Why can't they just spread out the great ones during the entire year? Why do most good movies have to come out at around the same time? And then we'd be lucky to have at least one or two stray good ones the rest of the year. Not to mention that it's difficult to schedule them all in the space of just a few months. And damn if I can seriously review them all of them together except for these quickie ones I'm about to do. Shame!

Spiderman 3

Who'd have thought that I'd finally get myself to the cinemas and watch a Spidey film? I never did bother with the first two but since someone gave away free tickets, why not?

And I didn't regret it. Although I doubt if it will make it to my most fave films, it was actually a nice movie. Okay. It was great. (Or maybe that's just the free ticket talking.) Seriously, I quite enjoyed the whole thing. At least Peter wasn't his ultra-good boy self during the entire length of the film. I had a good laugh during his Fall-Out-Boy transformation. That was definitely a high point.

And then there's James Oh-La-La Franco. He thankfully had a bigger role in this story. Unfortunately, that led him to him getting killed right at the end. Party pooper! This had better be the last Spidey film 'cause it just wouldn't be right without his character in it. (No matter that he had assholeish tendencies.)

Plus: I love Topher Grace especially now I know that he could play the evil villain. Wicked! And let's not forget Bryce Dallas Howard who was hot in her blond mane--very far from her blind character in The Village or the chlorine-soaked creature in Lady in the Water.

Pirates Of The Carribbean: At World's End

Ahoy there, matey!

Wow! I mean, double-effing-wow! Director Gore Verbinski and producer Jerry Bruckheimer hit the prefect note for this final installment in their Pirates trilogy and mixed in just about every thing needed to make a blockbuster--action, adventure, fantasy, comedy, and oh, romance.

Keira Knightley was awesome once again as [Captain/King(?)] Elizabeth Swann. I must confess that I trooped to watch this because two hours or so to ogle Orland Bloom's Will Turner could definitely be a fixer-upper for any bad week. It was that and more. Orli's just too-too--too sexy, too hot, too damn sexy (worth to say that twice at the very least).

And I think that Johnny Depp deserves an Oscar win this time around for his superb performance of CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. Hell, yeah! Nobody could've played the whacked-out pirate to perfection and Mr Depp did that in a way that it's hard to believe that Jack as being just a character. No one can certainly pull off making him look adorably cute trying to pull a ship on dry land.

Upside: Almost three hours of running time was quite enough time to cap off the entire saga. And I wasn't even surprised by the post-credits ending. I'm on to you, Mr Bruckheimer. (Just so you know, you didn't fool me one bit.)

Downside: See upside. Too much screentime to realize that Orli and Keira made for bad pirates. Baby-butt smooth skin just doesn't do it if you're supposed to be under the sun all day long, not to mention all that ocean air. But meh, don't mind me. LOL!

Fantastic 4: The Rise Of The Silver Surfer

I'm not one for comic books but I do enjoy its movie equivalents. I was kinda skeptical to see this since, as I've just seen Spiderman, the Silver Surfer just looked liked the Green Goblin in silver duds. On another note, I felt obliged to watch it on the big screen since I did watch the first one on it, too.

After Pirates' butt-numbing three-hour run, this seemed like a thirty-minute TV soap. But it was surprisingly good. Ioan Gruffud didn't look like the guy chasing puppies in 102 Dalmatians and Chris Evans didn't resemble at all like the stupid jock in Not Another Teen Movie. They've come a long way. Jessica Alba still looked good even if the blond hair wasn't really her and I was just thankful to see Michael Chiklis at least twice in the entire movie, to know that it was still him behind all that, uhm, rock.

But nobody can steal the thunder of the Silver Surfer (voiced by Laurence Fishburne) himself. He puts surfer dudes like Kelly Slater to shame and he makes me wish I knew how to skimboard at the very least.

Unlike the previous two movies here, this is definitely not the last part of the series (nor the last time we see Johnny in a towel, I hope). Dr Von Doom is obviously still alive and kicking although that thought doesn't worry me half as much as the thought of our planet about to be swallowed whole by some unknown cosmic force while I was doing something mundane, e.g. watching a movie or blogging.

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UNINTENTIONALLY MISSED: The Last Mimzy. I was quite intrigued by the trailer when I saw it but it only showed for one week and I didn't get the chance to see it. I still don't know if that was a good thing or what. So if anyone had seen the movie, your thoughts about it will definitely be appreciated.

INTENTIONALLY MISSED: Oceans' 13. I didn't really warm up to Ocean's 12 so I wasn't inclined to see this on the big screen. I guess I'll just watch this at home but there's no way I'm not gonna see it. I'm not ca-razy!!! We're talking Clooney, Pitt, Damon--and then there's that freaky Pacino guy this time around.

WILL NEVER MISS: Transformers; Ratatouille; Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix.

Flame on!

Dreamboat Express: Rafael Nadal

After two weeks of play, the 2007 French Open comes to a close tonight. Whoever it is that's gonna win the trophy this year doesn't really matter since I've already picked out my winner between the two finalists.

The fact alone that he's practically the only one that can defeat the seemingly unbeatable world number one, Roger Federer, makes him hot stuff. He's also the record holder for the longest winning streak on a single surface (clay, of all surfaces for Pete's sake!) with 81 wins. And that he was only 20 at the time he achieved this is really something. The kid only turned 21 last Sunday but his accolades is already of legend status--personally, his ability to outplay Federer on clay being THE highpoint. And the fact that he's a huge Real Madrid supporter is not to be forgotten. I just hope though that he doesn't get too tied to his ability to being a dominant player on just one surface and work to master all of them. He did manage to reach the finals of Wimbledon last year, only to be defeated by who-else-but-the-world-number-one-again, but there's no other way than up after that. I think he'd be the only player in the tour right now who can hoist that French Open trophy then the Wimbledon trophy...and maybe, the US Open trophy...and then the Aussie Open after that...in those crazy capri pants--and almost convince us that they look good!

So will he make it for the third straight year in Roland Garros tonight? Let's just hope so because I'm not the biggest fan of the alternative. Vamos, Rafa!

England 3-0 Estonia

That scoreline is damned wonderful to look at.

The blokes are back on a roll. Although they do still have a lot of work to do to go on top of their group standings for next year's European Championships as they currently sit fourth in Group E with 14 points. The good thing is that they are only a win and three points behind group leaders Croatia with only 5 matches to go. I just hope that they continue to be in form as they have been in their latest two games. That draw against Brazil last week pretty much put back the confidence into the team as they faced the Estonian team last night and pretty much demolished their opponents. The best thing that took place last night aside from the winning result was the first international competitive appearance since the World Cup last year of three of my fave players--Becks, Joe Cole and Michael Owen. My man set up the two of the three goals of the night--that's three assists from the four goals England had scored since his return. And damn if that Joe Cole goal in the 37th minute wasn't blazingly hot. What an amazing solo effort! Then there was the magnificant pass from Becks to man-tower Peter Crouch in the 54th. And then another in the 62nd for Michael Owen to put into the net. Yes, it might have been a Beckham pass but I was actually more excited by the fact that Owen made a perfect finish. I terribly miss this guy and my heart broke for him when he got injured early on in Germany last year.

Seems like the blokes are in back in above-par winning form and will be ensured of their place in the finals next year in no time. What a productive night in Tallinn this game was. Can't wait for the next fixture against current group second placers Israel. Feels like September is a lifetime away!

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We David Beckham fans all know that last April he got a Prison Break-inspired two-foot long tattoo inked on his entire right arm. But then look at what I stumbled on today:
I jokingly say that he only knows how to make boys but if or when he manages to ink his left arm for a daughter, that's when I'll truly believe that this man can do anything. Kewl!

What I've Been Up To Lately

The busy schedule at work never seems to end so obviously we're still at it--but I'm trying not to kill myself by cutting myself some slack during my rest days. There's a current stop in the "production line" for the wedding invites that I've been doing. I'm just a few pieces short of the total number but I ran out of the fabric ribbon that I've been using and the bride-to-be is having a hard time finding the exact same thing. But we will be back in production in no time, I'm sure.

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Olive came for a visit. Yey!

And I fell in love with her green Adidas bag. (I heart Adidas so, Liv, take note: I want.) She and her sister came for a one-day shopping extravaganza (no other way to describe it) and we met after work. Check out this pic of me (that's my fat, ugly mug right in the middle!) with my bestest friends, Lee Ann and Olivia, taken at Dessert Factory. Along with the good-for-ambiance-bad-for-picture-taking lighting, they serve the best brain-numbing chocolate cakes I've ever had. I'm sorry, Liv, but I have to tell the world this: Lee and I give our props to you for consuming the one serving of the infamous, nosebleed-inducing Achocolypse Now! that we couldn't finish together in a previous outing. Hahaha!

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Food trip. Ugh! That seems to be the order of the day every-effing-day whether I'm with my officemates or my housemates. I admit, I am an emotional eater so this is what happens every day after a tiring day at work. But WTF! that is such a lame excuse for not fitting into some of my jeans and shorts. And I've just added to my gastronomic crimes yesterday's outing to the beach for an officemate's birthday party. I'm now a little heavier and a shade darker than when I was on Tuesday.

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I lost my marbles.


There's no other explanation for binging on the game of Sudoku. As I've repeatedly mentioned, I'm uber-busy from work, not to mention uber-stressed. But do I relax the first chance I get free time? No, I start a game of Sudoku. Am I crazy or am I crazy? But then again, the game itself might have made me lose my marbles. After all, I'm doing the Insane level these days. I'm sure that's indicative of something.

Dreamboat Express: Steven Gerrard

Honestly, I really couldn't say that Stevie G here is hot hot because he does look like one of my cousins and that just wouldn't be right. LOL! But there are times that I just couldn't help myself--the guy looks just too damned cute at times.

Anyway, I wanna feature him right now while he is still a one hot bachelor--he's tying the knot with long-term girlfriend Alex Curran on June 15. Sowee, ladies. And besides, he was Man of the Match in England's international friendly with Brazil on June 1st so I think the props is just right. He has been my favorite Liverpool Red ever since Michael Owen left the club but only because he plays great football and was able to establish leadership for the squad. Not to mention that he has led the team to European club glory in 2005 in one of the most memorable Finals match in Champions League history--coming back from a 0-3 deficit from halftime and winning the trophy in penalties. Whew! I remember giving up during the break in that match and I still feel bad for not believing more in the team.

So here's a salute back to this amazing Liverpool captain.

Number 7 Is Back!!!!

And what a comeback it was.

(Imagine me doing my crazy happy dance!)

David Beckham made his return to the England squad with a vengeance in the national side's 1-1 draw in their exhibition match against the samba boys of Brazil. I'd say that his performance was gleaming--just like the brand new Wembley stadium. And who'd have thought we're ever gonna see him again in an England shirt in Wembley again--if at all? Yes, it was a draw but I still get a silly grin on my face whenever I see and remember Becks's free kick that led to John Terry's goal in the 68th. It was great seeing the old cap'n efforts being converted by the new one. It doesn't matter (well, maybe it does) that Brazil got an equalizer at the last minute but it sure was heck fun to watch Becks make his golden passes on the Wembley pitch again.


Let's admit it, he's not going to make the team an instant success--he can't do it singlehandedly. The rest of the team have to pull their weight if they want to have a real chance at qualifying for Euro 2008. But we have to acknowledge that his presence just might be the presence they need to do just that. And if his winning form in that exhibition match last night against Brazil is exhibit A, then they're pretty much on their way to having a wonderful showing in thier next few matches. I just hoped that a certain person *ahem* McClaren *ahem* could have seen this way before last week.

Becks's return is not the only of note in this match. Alan Smith and Michael Owen is back in the ranks again and I hope this time injuries stay far, far away from the blokes.

Did I say yet that I'm happy? Damn right I am. Who wouldn't be? And it looked like I wasn't the only one who's ecstatic about his return--if the cheers during the introduction and the ovation he got at Wembley when he got subbed in the 77th were something to go by, then I think England's Golden Boy is officially back. Last night was a crucial match regardless of the fact that it was just a friendly. Now I'm looking forward to the Euro qualifiers against Estonia in midweek.

I just think that that peroxide overdose is working. LOL! You go, Becks!