Puce

Puce is the color of my skin after the bruising. It was brutal. Final. Undeniable. And lustful.

Patrick Kafka

Bugs like that have to meet their death between the grip of hard nails. Squished, squashed and very dead. No love lost and good riddance.

Puce is a color that is defined as ranging from reddish-brown to purplish-brown, with the latter being the more widely-accepted definition.... (Wikipedia)

Puce is a shade of red. Not far from the vermilion stain on my thumbs after the blood bath.

wikipedia

Music, Men & Machines

"Penises are great. Penises are crucial. I love me some penis. But sometimes they can be real bugaboos. I know vaginas are way worse because they bleed and have their own monologues but having a penis isn’t exactly a cakewalk either." thoughtcatalog

Dried Meat

@ alfahunter

What is it with Britney, the marines and the desert air? Is there some correlation of some sort that makes a cocktail of napalm?

It's an explosive mix! Hotness! ---fanned by the dry Arab winds.

They do jiggle the naked fuzzy pecs, the rock hard abs and the fleshy biceps, putty cat! Yet, dey do! Don't you feel a-jiggly Jel-O melting like sweat on those musky, sandy skin.

Exhibit A, for the prosecution: crotch grab 1:29 and 2:12 pelvic thrusts.

Beautiful. Drop Dead. Beautiful.

Keep going boys.

Keep it up and lubed. We don't want it parched and sore, do we?

Again! Beautiful. Drop Dead. Beautiful.

Now I have a movie in my head to go with that LSS. Beautiful!

Lech!

Get away from me, you lecherous man. Funny.

But gee, I'm two years late. But why?!

Spawn of DILF

Hot Daddy.

He's bad. Bad, bad, bad boy.

No, man.

No, he's good.

Nah ah. 


He's so bad-ass, he's good.

I wonder how he is in, ya'know....

So virile, so fecund and so.... gaddam asking for it. 


RAWR.

Or is it meow!

I'm aching somewhere down under I think I'm ovulating!

Fuck.

I want to breed with him.

One word: DILF.



Ok. Breathe.

He's Cam Joslin Gigandet, born August 16, 1982, an American actor, whose roles have included Twilight, The O.C.,Never Back Down, The Roommate, Burlesque and Priest.

7 Items of Sundays & Sundaes

1.  I was supposed to meet up for pizza with the cousins. On an overcast and damp afternoon, a wood-fired oven baked pizza is a must. I was so looking forward to have a feast in Connecticut.

Umm-hmmm.

Me: 1     Dark Powers: 0    

Lesson: A promise is best kept warm and crusty.

2.  But my cousin had a basketball accident and needed to be rushed for x-rays. Plus the rain started up again, hard. So we all had to change plans and cancel for another day. Bummer!

Me: 1     Dark Powers: 1    

Lesson: For lemons, there are recipes for lemon pies, meringues and lemonades.

3.  That meant I had more time to get my mac cables and adapters. I finally found the adapter for the mini DVI port and HDMI cable after roundabout search in Virra Mall. The friendly guys from CDR King were quite helpful. They didn't have what I needed but they pointed me to the store that did. Same owners?

Me: 2     Dark Powers: 1     Lesson: The universe favors the persistent.

4.  Then I saw him. Such a dead ringer for the new Peter "Spidey" Parker. No, I didn't snap away, even undercover. No way! Thank the Gods for sanity and self-preservation.

He was enjoying the caramel sundae as a side order for his quarter pounder with cheese. Sweet as that twinky dessert!

Andrew Garfield @ andrewappreciation

Me: 3     Dark Powers: 1

5.   Incidentally, that "royale" (Pulp Fiction reference) hunk of meat carries 560 kilo calories (kCal) of all 100% beefy goodness "without additives, preservatives or flavor enhancers". The new, more modern and international McDonald's also had nutritional information leaflets. Big Mac has 510 and McChicken, 340 kCal.

Cool typography on the walls, some glass, geometric designs and graphics and the soft ambient lighting made the interiors really nice. And Peter Parker was a beatific vision.

6.  With my errands and electronic stuff in tow, I hurried for a cab just across the street. No lines!

Me: 4     Dark Powers: 1  

Lesson: I can't be this lucky?!

7.  Then on the ride home, I realized I left my umbrella in the spic and spanky McDo.

Me: 4     Dark Powers: 1+3  

Lesson: I wasn't be that lucky. Declarative statement---a dot of certainty by the hags of fates.

Happy Sunday!

Post Script on Nouveau McDo, 13th October 2011 :

Daddy Teddy Boy Locsin: Have you been to the new Mcdo lately? It's the Vatican of fastfood!

Oriented South

After the climb, there will always be another mountain. With you, it will be worth the pain and discomfort.
I'll take care of you, kid.

A Curious Thing

A curious thing happened while reading my updates---you know, the usual suspects: Twitter, Facebook and Emails. I've neglected to keep track of this online account, but there it was.

A nice surprise.

He loves Enchanted, Star Trek, Grave of the Fireflies, Shaolin Soccer, The Remains of the Day....

Me too. Ok, maybe except for Shaolin Soccer. Hmmm....

He says message me if "I am sooo not your type.... or if you have a story in your head.... or if your brain is melting from my sheer hotness.... or if you just wanna say I've gotta lot of nerve.

... or if you feel that we're destined for each other. You'll know this when you read my profile and the heavens part, giving way to shimmering light and a winged choir chorusing "Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover"

... or if you like saying hello to complete strangers. In which case, we open ourselves up to possibly interesting consequences. I say "possibly" because I might just bore you, so much that your liver collapses."

Interesting guy. Funny, too. Hmmm...

A few days later, the messages trickled in.

Uh Oh.

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Hey 12th, I gave you a gift for that interesting profile. Nice. =)











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Hi Andrew, I'm trying my best not to read my profile again. Don't wanna fall in love with an online persona and turn into some Greek prick!

But thanks again for that award.

PS: Is there an iPhone 5 attached to that? It could be Job's last masterpiece. Oops! Forgot the very important "=)" I'm making fun of myself, if you must know. LOL.


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Wow... that's a lotta messages. :-)
Nice profile pic, by the way.










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And it was deleted by the droid machine.... oh well.
A lot of messages? Just 2. =) ----12th

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Guess those droids don't know any better. :-)
Funny thing, though. When I did a quick search here, I specified gay people, but you came up in the results.










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Yeah, "guess those droids don't know any better."
But you didn't happen to report the photo, did you?








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Oh, yeah! I forgot the droid doesn't allow pics of that nature!

But, no, I didn't report it. I actually don't know how.

I'm guessing that you don't want to show your real photo because you're incredibly hunky-handsome and you don't want people messaging you because of your hotness. True? :-)





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True.

You're free to shred that profile picture. I think I need to be more detached from that online image. He's kinda less cool and hot than his template. I'll have to steal something that'll do me more justice. Smug.

So now I'm stuck with a green shadow of an unknown. That'll do for now. It's difficult to be my "hunky-handsome"-self. Smirk.

PS: It was painful to ask that question. But the droid provoked a murderous rage. Five down, three to go. And Halloween's still three weeks away!

Mash-Up No. 3: Holly Golightly & Paul Varjak

(When a Relationship’s Explosive, Messy and Just So Wrong)

Holly is lostindaydreams

Remember our operational definition of mash-ups? Let’s review, kids. “Mash-up is what happens ‘when you take two songs and mash them together to make an even richer explosion of musical expression. In other words, two songs that might not initially seem to belong together are blended, the process of which reveals unexpected connections between the songs and might even yield an even stronger work than either one is on its own.’”

But what if it’s a Bizaro mash-up (you know, Bizaro? That freak who’s the anti-hero of Superman, the positron of an electron or the anti-gravity of, well, gravity.)? In short, it’s something that results in the opposite of an intended effect. You mash the pair up and kaput! Disaster! And your name shall be “Happy Together.”

I remember this film well, not just because it’s Wong Kar Wai, but because it gave me a headache.

Two lovers from Hong Kong, explode together in Argentina and seem forever poised to fight the predestined consequences of their natures. One is flighty, another, an anchor. A la Holly v. Paul of Breakfast at Tiffany’s (but without the happy ending and full orchestra to cap it off). Opposites attract, yes, and yet, there is ever the danger of annihilation.

Here’s to love.

A brief write-up of the movie, “Happy Together,” says:

“In high school freshman biology class I asked a question that exposed my ignorance of all things sexual. After having seen so many Hollywood movies in which lovers always seemed to click, I asked a teacher why everyone didn't take the same amount of time to reach orgasm. "Everyone is different," she said.

And that is the ultimate truth of relationships. Rarely are two people in synch. But when it does happen, it's amazing. Perhaps that's what makes Wong Kar-Wai's Happy Together such an amazing movie. It highlights the fact that we are rarely in synch with each other.

The plot of the film is relatively simple. Lai Yiu Fai (Tony Leung) and Ho Po Wing (Leslie Cheung) are lovers in a tumultuous relationship. But they are passionate when they are together. Getting away from Hong Kong which is on the verge of its historic repossession by the Chinese government from British rule, they end up in Buenos Aires. As they search for Igazu Falls, they end up angering each other, and Wing breaks it off. "Maybe sometime we can start again," he says, as they so often do. But Fai has had enough of stopping and starting and this time, he's tired of all the games (even though he plays them too).

Fai takes a job as a doorman at a tango bar, and Wing turns to a life of hustling. Their paths cross again, and when Fai sees Wing's new lifestyle, he is destroyed. But their paths continue to cross until a violent client breaks Wing's hands, and Fai takes him in. Eventually they become lovers again, but Fai still cannot stand Wing's waywardness and coyness. Fai eventually kicks out Wing. Fai finds a new job at a restaurant and befriends a young boy named Cheng (Chan Cheng), who has the distinguishing characteristic of having very good hearing. As Fai has reached a low point, the youth's enthusiasm brings him to a better place, though he is filled with melancholy and a longing to make good with his family. Fai, to quell these desires, starts having sex in anonymous bathrooms and porno theaters, something he thought only Wing does. Eventually, Fai makes a third effort to find Igazu Falls, and this time succeeds. Then he returns to Hong Kong, where he makes a short stop at the Cheng family's market. Fai sees Cheng's picture and at last feels confident that he can visit his old friend, though his relationship with his own family remains rocky.

Simply put, that's the story of the film: Two lovers break up, try to get back together, and fail miserably. This is the flip side of Sunrise. As Sunrise told the story of a married couple that survived their differences and boredoms, Happy Together suggests a sense of alienation and difficulty in all relationships of getting into synch together. As is the case in most of the time with Wing and Fai, they are never able to bend to the other's need until it is too late. They both want to make each other happy, but not for the sake of their individualism and their pride.” (http://www.cinemonkey.com/reviews/houxhappy/houxhappy.html)

Starters for the Tongue-Tied Planeteers (2)

Hi there planeteers, linkers and cupids. Gaia broadcasting again. Here are a few more lines to hook up a fresh fish from the big online ponds. Keep wishing, fate will soon relent!

But these are fine lines, you see. With just a few dustings and tweakings they could be more than the lame limps that they are. Promise.

1.      Manhattan is as old as a song. Picture this:  Katz’s. You sitting, comfy as the couch. Blissful with the pastrami on white bread. Ignoring the moans from the famous table. Or fail. Your vegan buds hasn’t been defiled with meat. Your pearly whites, then, now sing of my murder.

2.      Ok, Spock, I won’t hand you your unexpected good lighting. Nah, you won’t get a threesome too but I promise you layered lasagnas and shadows as funky as that armpit of Manila---Quiapo. Simple. Wonderful. Reckless.

3.      Here’s another adventure, how about a thrust as deep as Ken Ryker’s and soon you will be asking “Zac Ephron who?”

4.      I forgive you for that horrible prose. I know, I know….your bad sense of judgment. From now on, boy, there will be no more of those flaccid attempts. I’ll make good, hard and deep memories with you, instead. Picture this: me, deep inside you, you, hanging by the length of my flesh, dancing to the delight of our sweet horny music. You ask me again, not a bit embarrassed, “who am I?”

5.      Yes, coke and coffee are our preferred lubes. We both like em cold, too. Licks. So let's pretend we are as comfy as the couch in Starbucks. It's raining again, so we're seeking shelter inside this expensive vice. I'll probably be sipping my frap Mocha, thank you. You? I imagine, dark chocolate mocha. Since we both love lengthy conversations, why don't we engage in one and kill time. Baha pa sa labas. And probably the entire metropolis. I pick your mind and happily you offer..... Friends?

7.      Tonight I tweet the nubbies and they can get rock hard. Damn. I need a shot of Valrhona.

8.    I see you leaning on the wall, burning your stick. The smoke swirls like a hopeful incense.  The wall is already green, ripe with its envy. It envies the flux that it cannot possess or even comprehend. So it must remain.  Unmoved. 

jenniferlyonbooks

Starters for the Tongue-Tied Planeteers

....Or opening lines that prove cheezier-than-month-old undies, stuck, forgotten under the bed sheets. Forgotten after you lost consciousness when you spent the night tickling Mr. Propriety while restrained with Mr. Inhibited's hand cuffs. Remember that red toy....?

Fumigate, expunge, sterilize! These lines now host a contagion. Ok, maybe just a hazard of memories.

Well, be free to experiment fellow inhabitants of Downelink, OkCupid, Planet Romeo (hello planeteers!) and their rainbow networks.

1. Hola Steve! If your tongue is a top, then my left ear volunteers to bottom. Here, trace the infinite constellations for as long as the tickled skin will allow.

Friday Night Lights

He promised it was a safe afternoon caucus; 4-ish. So I agreed.

Getting there via the old road of the kings at Diliman Republic was a little tricky. But in the end, an experienced sense of direction helped. No, it wasn’t a compass or even a cartograph but the tricycle driver’s “nguso” pointing to the white sign that said rather timidly: “Greek”.

The happy trinity welcomed the new addition. Like “I passed the test, thus, I must diminish” of Lady Galadriel, I was baptized as the fourth wheel. Put a ring on it!

B’s and C’s impersonations poured in after the awkwardness and pithy introductions. Somehow, the red horses exorcised out all showbiz personalities into being. Bjork, Claire dela Fuente, Streisand, Judi Dench, the entire cast of “you-twit-face” (C’s term) and their analogues took their leap of faith to our table. Chopin, Heidegger and the rest of the lights just had to make space.

The personalities were simply elated to raze the caucus. The smell of the rain must have been too tempting for them to just stay inside their hosts.

After quaffing BBQed fat and offals and viewing a peek of B’s e-Tarots, the quartet walked to the ambient locale of yoghurt dessert with vanilla freebies, expensive tomes, spicy chicken and mountaineer haven.

Thankfully, the Republic still followed its own Bohemian rhythm of Pinoy and almost rustic niche. Makati and Pasig, which go berserk on Fridays, are just too remote, somehow.

           

Cheap food, wit and some tipsy songs really make for a fun dinner. Thanks B, C and D!

PS: Guys, if you, each, promise a Broadway repertoire maybe we’ll sequester the mike soon?



BJORK still scares me. And also her swan tutu. They both do violence to my fundamental option.

Unwind Rewind: U2 on YouTube

Heavy Rock Gods from redbubble

I love the metal riffs, the pain, the brokenness and the march of metaphors that follow:

You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
You say you want
Your story to remain untold

But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You say you'll give me
A highway with no one on it
Treasure just to look upon it
All the riches in the night

You say you'll give me
Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You say you want
Your love to work out right
To last with me through the night

You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold

All the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You...all I want is...
You...all I want is...
You...all I want is...
You...

Yes U2, you deserve a place in my altar. Give space, Ludwig and Fredeeric, a god has earned his votive and veneration.

Once again, it’s about a force of nature called love. Resistance is noble but futile. Prepare to be assimilated into the collective swoons and loopy hiccups.

Mash-Up No. 2: Old & New

Hollywood Art

(Or that Poor, Chaste Pool in the Middle of Mayhem)

Our, ahem/barf (take your pick), beloved “Melrose Place” has been forced out of retirement. Aaron Spelling, the creator and the stock, of Melrose and of Tori, respectively, must be so smug in high heavens. God rest his creative soul.

He lives!!!

Yes, MP’s been remade. Of course, it’s been jazzed up and updated for the Googling, Kindle-ing, Twittering and recession proof fans of the 21^st century. Tori, your depleted trust fund finally has a source of replenishment. Fresh revenue streams are sweet!

I remember the original MP as set in La La Land. It was about twenty-something beautiful people and their issues, in a really nice cluster of apartments with a pool in the middle. Nice place. I always fancied myself a place like that. And that pool, of course. It was a convoluted exchange of libidos and body fluids.

Aye, I forget the stories now, but the secret formula goes something like this (deep breath):

Philandering hunk meets shy girl, but vamp owns hunk; shy girl pines; will she settle for the safe, sweet guy instead? (Europa halts its orbit in suspense); nah, she steals the hunk; vamp seethes with her red angry nails; confronts not-so-shy girl no more; cat fight!;  in the pool!; wet meeeoowww!; hunk chooses shy girl; vamp humiliated to the Nth power; meanwhile, kibitzing sweet guy is crushed; pleads with shy girl; shy girl has an epiphany; hallelujah!;  shy girl realizes that sweet guy’s the better man; shy girl dumps hunk; in her boudoir, vamp plots revenge; bides time; stalks shy girl; shower scene, Hitchcock style; oh, just a safe social call, false alarm; vamp extends diplomatic hand, still with red angry nails; closure? (you wish); vamp seduces sweet guy; in his moment of weakness, sweet guy hops into bed with vamp; set-up, set-up, set-up!; shy girl walks into them mid-coitus. Lalalalala.

Revenge is best served hot. In bed. In the arms of your enemy’s lover. 

How fare thee, new MP? Are you as convoluted? Gnarled? Delicious? Bubble gum sweet and mindless like the old?

Final thought: I recall that lonely pool. You know, that excluded middle which remained the only CHASTE character, amidst the debauchery. Yes, Dilbert, a prop can assume a character role, a context that defines and relates with the rest.

A CHASTE pool? Not. Maybe the pool will have a fling with the bidet (blecch!) or the bathtub, this time. Naughty thing.  

Hell, is there even a pool? 

PS:  The original had a powerhouse cast! Charlotte (Sex and the City), Bree (Desperate Housewives. Still crazy after all these years, I see: after Dr. Kimberly Shaw!) Georgia (Ally McBeal).

Aaron Spelling, also the creator of Charlie’s Angels, knew how to spin dreams and careers, indeed.

My Cousin Luke....

There are stories that can often feel too personal to share. We remember them but we keep them closed off, deep in the bowels of memories. But they linger, the emotions fester at the edge. Knocking at your wakefulness, asking to be granted freedom. Asking for leave to sing their tales.


I remember him.

Lukas Black from GND