Whaaa...? Sacrilege, Darling!

A while back, Saturday Night Live featured a rather interesting if not blasphemous product--see for yourself.



And we quote: "A winemaker has filed for a patent for their new Jesus Juice wine, which features a man similarly dressed to Michael Jackson on the label. It's the only wine in America made from statutory grapes."

Yee-ikes.

Hit Me Baby One More Time

So I got my second mesotherapy session today and I must say that I tolerated it better than the first time. Before administering the stuff, Jean measured my, um, girth and saw that I had lost about an inch off my waist already since 10 days ago. Not bad. Of course, this was the combined effect of mesotherapy plus a reduced-calorie diet and some exercise, which really is the way to go.

A few more sessions and then I'm off to Calvin Klein for my underwear model audition.

Push All The Right Buttons.

Note to woman: please do not paint me a thousand words about this.

I Have No Class.

Seems I was not the only one wondering about the mutant classification system used in X-Men: The Last Stand. Here's a thread that might shed some light on the matter. These people really seem to know what they're talking about.

Money to Burn?

So you're bored with your stuffy old bulletproof Rolls-Royce and your Patek Philippe now seems a couple of complications shy of still being able to keep you excited. There's simply no place to hang your growing collection of Picassos because your new flat in London is still being constructed by Frank Gehry, and your old apartment in Manhattan is bursting at the seams with Van Goghs. And still you and your oil-rich friends are worried that your Swiss bank accounts are simply accumulating too much money.

Fear not! Why throw money into the fireplace (of your Swiss chalet) when you can exchange it for one of these. (Get number 1. Maybe then Paris Hilton will finally go out with you.)

For those of us who have significantly less, here's a more reasonable wish list. So when's TiVo finally coming to the Philippines?

Bunny Republic

The latest isssue of Men's Health (US) reports that in a survey of 40,000 men in 42 countries, the Philippines ranks fourth for the "number of times per week the average man has sex." Apparently the average Filipino male does it 3.95 times a week. Topping the list is Korea (4.50), followed by Greece (4.20) and Romania (4.08).

So if we are to believe this survey, then I guess those Koreanovelas must really be effective in putting the Koreans in the mood for you-know-what. And since local TV airs a lot of these Koreanovelas, well, you do the math.

So are you above or below average?

Simon Says

Interviewer: Simon, the big moment is that finally you were agreeing with Randy and Paula saying that Taylor is the next American Idol.

Simon: Didn’t say should be, I said he would be.

Sigh. My sentiments exactly.

Have Needle, Will Puncture

One of the perks of having a dermatologist for a wife is that you get certain treatments for free--if you want them. I've refused her offers of facials already as my hypersensitive facial skin simply can not handle them--my other dermatologist (the one who is not immune to litigation) actually deemed my facial skin "ultra-sensitive" and had to handle it with kid gloves (but that's another story for another day)--and in the future I will probably refuse botox too.

One of the treatments I did agree to is mesotherapy. See, I've never met my abs ever, and I feel it's about time I get introduced to them. I'm currently on a diet, so why not go all the way? I got my first treatment on my abdomen about a week ago, and if Jean's tape measure is to be believed, I've already lost half an inch off my waist. For just 15 minutes worth of needle-punctures, it's probably worth it.

The second set of shots is due next week. Give me strength.

Now this enterprising group of people have developed another, more interesting, more innovative way of using mesotherapy, "MesoBoost" which I absolutely do not need. Take a peek.

Stroll of Asia

Today Gabe and I went to the newly-opened Mall of Asia for an early afternoon stroll. The place is huge! Of course, a big fraction of the place consists of open-air walkways dotted on both flanks by individually air-conditioned stores, otherwise the air conditioning cost would go through the roof if the whole place were fully enclosed. The enclosed part of the mall with full air conditioning isn't all that big.

After dropping Gabe off at a playroom, I headed off to explore the south side of the mall for an hour. There are not a lot of open stores, and those that are already open are desperate to make a sale. Not that there was a lack of people shopping; it was just that most of them concentrated in the centrally located, fully air-conditioned part of the mall.

What I like about this mall is that there is just so much space, and the walkways are so wide that getting a cramped feeling here is a very remote possibility. And the cool sea breeze in the open spaces are a welcome change for mallrats like me. Think Alabang Town Center with better ventilation.

After Gabe played his brains out at the playroom, we grabbed a pizza and a pearl shake (technically not Zagu, but Gabe calls it that) and discovered the one bad thing about restaurants lining open-air walkways by the sea: flies. Lots of them. Big. So big, Gabe said they were "like bees." Not langaw, not bangaw, but Zangaw. It was a lovely pizza, but the experience was ruined by the constant need for fly-shooing.



After the pizza, we walked around a bit more and discovered Books for Less, a secondhand bookshop which sells books in good condition for low prices. I got Gabe a couple of books and headed out to what seemed like the mall atrium, where there were two musicians playing "Fallin'" (from They're Playing Our Song) as an electric guitar and flute duet. Knowing the lyrics to the entire song, I quietly sang an excellent rendition to Gabe, which promptly made him sleepy. That was our cue to head home.

All in all, not a bad afternoon, but our purpose of exploring was defeated by the sheer size of the mall. Time to schedule a rematch.

Whoops! This entry belongs to my other blog, On The Beaten Path!