Viva Italia

Currently reading “Eat, Pray, Love” by Elizabeth Gilbert and there’s this part in the book that just made me want to learn Italian again—I’ve always wanted to ever since I saw Cinema Paradiso…It’s such a beautiful language.

They even make cursing sound classy! Hehehe check it out (as written in the book):

Italian man at a soccer game: Dai, dai, dai, Albertini, dai…va bene, va bene, ragazzo mio, perfetto, bravo, bravo…Dai! Dai! Via! Via! Nella porta! Eccola, eccola, eccola, mio bravo ragazzo, caro mio, eccola, eccola, ecco—AAAAAHHHHHH!!!! VAFFANCULO!!! FIGLIO DI MIGNOTTA!! STRONZO!! CAFONE! TRADITORE! Madonna…Ah, Dio mio, perche, perche, perche, questo  e stupido, e una vergogna, la vergogna…Che casino, che bordello…NON HAI UN CUORE, ALBERTINI! FAI FINTA! Guarda, non e successo niente…Dai, dai, ah…Molto miliore, Albertini, molto miliore, si, si, si, ecolla, bello, bravo, anima mia, ah, ottimo, eccola adesso…nella porta, nella porta, nell—VAFFANCULO!!!!

English translation by Liz Gilbert: Come on, come on, come on, Albertini, come on…OK, OK, my boy, perfect, brilliant, brilliant…Come on! Come on! Go! Go! In the goal! There it is, there it is, there it is,  my brilliant boy, my dear, there it is, there it is, there—AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! GO FUCK YOURSELF!!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!! SHITHEAD!! ASSHOLE!! TRAITOR!…Mother of God…Oh my God, why, why, why, this is stupid, this is shameful, the shame of it…what a mess…YOU DON’T HAVE A HEART ALBERTINI!!! YOU’RE A FAKER! Look, nothing happened…Come on, come on, hey, yes….Much better, Albertini, much better, yes, yes, yes, there it is, beautiful, brilliant, oh, excellent, there it is now…in the goal, in the goal, in the—-FUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUUU!!!!!

Cafone! Traditore! Vaffanculo!!!!!!!!!!

Pic of the day

Taken when I had dinner with my grandparents at Italianni’s. I miss the two, especially since I got an email from Facebook notifying me that my lolo (Daddy to us) just opened an account. Hahaha

NOW I believe everyone is on Facebook!

Cardboard Love

This site is really cute. After losing even Post Secret to the site blockers, saw this at Papu’s blog and checked out the site. Nice!

Some of my faves:

This one’s subtle kuno:

This one’s more straightforward:

This one’s pretending to be wholesome:

Eto, for Zeph (hahaha):

And, here, because (weird) you mentioned Air Supply last night. Hahaha

My Top 25

Once you have been tagged, you are supposed to write down 25 songs you cannot live without. You know, the ones you can listen to over and over and never get tired of. They don’t have to be in any particular order. These are the songs that make you laugh, cry, think of an old friend, whatever the reason. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.

1. Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles
2. Glamorous Indie Rock & Roll by The Killers
3. Tiny Dancer by Elton John
4. Blower’s Daughter by Damien Rice
5. I Am The Walrus by The Beatles
6. City of Blinding Lights by U2
7. Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd
8. Friday I’m In Love by The Cure
9. Summer Romance (Anti-Gravity) by Incubus
10. She Talks To Angels by The Black Crows
11. Stellar by Incubus
12. Suck My Kiss by Red Hot Chili Peppers
13. Crazy by Aerosmith
14. Soul Meets Body by Death Cab For Cutie
15. Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us by Jefferson Starship
16. Easy By Faith No More
17. No Rain by Blind Melon
18. Livin’ on a Prayer by Bon Jovi
19. Karma Police by Radiohead
20. Weapon of Choice by Fatboy Slim
21. Don’t Cry by Guns N Roses
22. I Only Wanna Be With You by Hootie & The Blowfish
23. Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson
24. Love by John Lennon
25. Speed of Sound by Coldplay

The Cure

Don’t know why but I’ve suddenly had the urge to listen to The Cure lately. It started when Jazy, Trish and I were on our way to Ortigas and Friday I’m In Love played on the radio.

Love love love this song

Friday I’m in Love

I don’t care if Monday’s blue
Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don’t care about you
It’s Friday, I’m in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn’t even start
It’s Friday I’m in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate…

I don’t care if Mondays black
Tuesday, Wednesday – heart attack
Thursday, never looking back
It’s Friday, I’m in love

Monday, you can hold your head
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday – watch the walls instead
It’s Friday, I’m in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate…

Dressed up to the eyes
It’s a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a sheik
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It’s such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It’s Friday, I’m in love

I don’t care if Monday’s blue
Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don’t care about you
It’s Friday, I’m in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn’t even start
It’s Friday I’m in love

Hahaha

Machow!

There is never one cockroach

At least that’s how it was when I rode a cab from Mall of Asia.

We just left and I was going to get my iPod from my bag when I saw a small ipis about to creep up the surface of my bag, which I immediately swatted off. I thought that would be the end of it. But apparently, the number of tiny cockroaches that showed up a few seconds later thought otherwise. As in as tiny as my fingernails and they were all over the friggin place! When I looked behind me, apparently the seat had a part that was torn out and there inside were friggin cockroaches! Embarrassingly, I screamed. I thought I would be able to endure it the entire ride to Intramuros but somewhere along Roxas I decided to get out of the friggin cab. (I promptly bathed in Alcohol after—Thanks to my sister for buying me a small one!)

The taxi driver, in all fairness to him, was kind. He even lent me a used rag to swat off the damn bugs–but it was kinda dirty so I had qualms about it. I just had to get out. I was really freaking out already. If there’s one thing (well, one of the things) that scare me senseless, it’s being outnumbered. And the number of cockroaches in that beat up cab definitely outnumbered me. Huhuhu

Trauma. Oh well, the day can only get better.

Heebie jeebies.

Back to work!

Boing boing!

This is too funny to be true—but after researching on Google, apparently it is!

Welcome, everyone, to the little town in Austria called “Fucking“:

They liked the name so much, they even have plenty of Fucking roads.

Questions asked by some random Brit dude:

Are the residents called Fuckers?

What are the mothers called?

What would you be learning at the Fucking High School ?

Does the Fucking Hospital help you with anything else?

If your friend came from another town, he wouldn’t be your Fucking friend.

Now this one’s really good—

The sign says “Bitte–nicht so schnell!” which translates to English as “Please! Not so fast!“

Hahahaha!

Other interesting information about Fucking from wikipedia:

The Fucking settlement has existed since at least 1070 and is named after a man from the 6th century called Focko. “-ing” is an old Germanic suffix indicating the people of the root word to which it is attached; thus Fucking means “(place of) Focko’s people.” The village has a population of 107.

Fucking’s most famous feature is a traffic sign with its name on it, beside which tourists often stop to have their photograph taken. It is a commonly stolen street sign. Significant public funds have been spent on replacing the stolen signs.

In 2004, mainly due to the stolen signs, a vote was held on changing the village’s name, but the residents voted against doing so. According to the town mayor, Siegfried Hauppl:

“ We had a vote last year on whether to rename the town, but decided to keep it as it is. After all, Fucking has existed for 800 years, probably when a Mr. Fuck or the Fuck family moved into the area. The ‘ing’ was added as a word for settlement.”

In August 2005, the road signs were replaced with theft-resistant signs welded to steel and secured in concrete to prevent further chances of the sign being stolen. Few thefts have since occurred, but it remains a problem.

Upon further research, I also found that, before Fucking, you ought to “do” Petting first…which is another town in Germany! Hahaha

There’s also another town called “Oberfucking” which means “Upper Fucking” for those who like to be on top.

A fucking addition to my list of places to visit in this lifetime! Hahaha

Fucking hilarious, huh?

Turning Japanese

Did you know that “Turning Japanese” (that hit song from the 80s) is actually about Masturbation? Hehe.

Anyway, I am on my way to writing my article on Japanese food and I am searching for inspiration. I love everything Japanese—come hell or high water, I am deadset on going to Japan someday. I particularly want to visit Kyoto, the old capital, and see what it’s like to live in the olden days of Japan where samurais and kimonos were still considered “modern”. But, as it’s still too expensive for me, I think I have to content myself with experiencing Japan from afar.

So I guess reviewing Japanese restaurants is a start. Speaking of starting, I should get started on it already. But before that, I just wanted to share the link to Japan’s official tourism guide website, if anything, to keep for my future use of it.

Click click –> Yokoso! Japan

Love this photo.

Today’s tragic news

I’m sure you’ve all heard by now—the King of Pop died in LA. Back in the ’80s, I grew up listening to Thriller, Black & White, Man in the Mirror, etc etc etc. Man, this guy was a part of my childhood! Even with all the lawsuits and accusations against him concerning his Neverland days and even his, er, facial transformations, my love for his music never wavered. His songs were pretty uplifting. Tragic to lose one of the best music legends of our time. Oh well, his legacy will live on.

On a lighter note, he is a mainstay in Plants vs. Zombies—if you don’t know what I’m talking about, download the “damned” (pun intended) game. It’s addictive.

Also part of today’s obituaries is Farrah Fawcett, one of the original Charlie’s Angels. She finally lost her battle against cancer.

Semi-tragic news of the day—Internet blockheads blocked Facebook and Twitter in the office. We’re actually supposed to do serious work now. This piece of information was draining, not just for me (I am on my way to becoming a big time restaurateur in Restaurant City) but for my officemates as well. Irene, as we speak, is losing vegetation in Farm Land. Inggo, well, I don’t know what he does in FB but he’s feeling the loss too. Em just texted “Pucha!!!!” while Gina replied “Hahahaha. Fuck.”

So there.

Back to real, facebook-free, work.

Tragic day today. Overtime too.

Le sigh.