Black and White

Andy Warhol was not only a genius, he was mega genius. He knows pop culture better than anyone else. And his legacy, through Interview, lives on. My ultimate dream is to be part of an equally prestigious magazine that will leave lasting footprints long after I'm devoured by the sea.


Say what you will, but Winona Ryder was a much better actress in her prime compared to Lindsay Lohan or whoever else they're raising their glass of champagne to these days.

The shoplifting incident? Oh puhleaazzee! That's a fly in your soup compared to Paris Hilton and Britney Spears' wild antics. Plus she evaded jail. See Ms. Hilton, being nice is much much better than being a B!%CH.

The Baby Is Back!

That foul-mouthed baby landlord is back in another critically acclaimed role :D

Good Cop, Baby Cop



By the way, you can see The Landlord outakes here.

My Favorite Things...

Besides raindrops and roses and whiskers and mittens, here are a few of my favorite things:


My very dear friend Gilu gave this as gift on my last birthday. The most perfect gift anyone would have given me. The ultimate U2 autobiography, pretty heavy stuff. Literally. I needed neck and arms support when reading it!

Filled with conversations and pictures of the greatest band in the world. The flow is very raw and very honest. Definitely a must own for a U2 fan like moi.

Here's something new I discovered during my last trip to Sagada. Blueberry Jam to die for. Made from blueberrys harvested from the town's own farm.


Very organic and not too sweet. You can really taste and feel the blueberrys inside your mouth. I haven't tasted anything near it. One more reason to pack my bags and go back to the boondocks.

My huge Trainspotting poster. Another birthday gift some few years back, from old chums Ryan and Wenchie. The almost life-sized head of Ewan McGregor is a real treat...if you know what I mean...

Holy Swimming Cow!

Must be the weather. Or could also be sign of global warming :D

Cow rescued from pool

Happy Birthday To Me...

It's my birthday!

And I'm glad that people remember it and all, but I always cringe on the nest words that will spurt out of their dirty mouths: So when will you get married?

In an attempt to dodge that question, when some people ask about my age I tell them I'm 40. Maybe they'll think twice before asking me why the freaking hell I don't have a husband yet. It looks effective because the moment I utter 4-0 they seem to be having a systems breakdown and confusion soon sets it. I see it in their eyes har-har-har.

So why am I not married? I've been thinking of ways to answer that question:

1. I'm a lesbian.
2. I can't get married, I'm a mistress.
3. You think I wanna end up like you?
4. I enjoy non-committal sex, thank you.
5. Why, is your life so miserable and you want company?
6. Nice try! I'm not falling for that trap called joyless marriage!
7. Does it bother you so much that I'm free and can do anything I want with my life?
8. What the fuck do you care?
9. Mind your own fucking business.
10. Fuck off!

OK, the last three i'm just playing rude. But don't I just wish I can say that.

Whoever made a rule that everyone should get married and raise children? And why do many think that being married should be your ultimate destiny as part of the human race? So I genuinely find it insulting when people assume I will be incomplete and utterly lonely if I won't find myself a husband. Or a life companion, as they call it.

I'm not really a people person. If I want a companion I can always get a dog. I find canines smarter than most men anyway.