Project - My Living Room

My Living Room is not typical since it is dominated by an entertainment system. I did this since my bedrooms not big enough that my eardrums might bleed when the bass starts pumpin.

Can you see my center table, aint it a beauty? Had it custom made in Robinson's Work Shop whcih I highly recommend. They have the best craftsman and equipments in town. How bout the sofa? It is pure black velvet type with chrome / silver supports.

MyHome's ideal theme is to convert it into an Industrial Type of design. Biggest deal to me now is buy a beautiful 40 inch Samsung LCD TV!

Re-Inventing Work

Today September 20, 2006 (Weds) marks the 1st day of our Work-at-Home Operation. The project will initially involve the S@M (that's sales n mktg u maniacs) and eventually applied to the whole organization.

Result Oriented is the name of the game. Show results and gain confidence from the management, otherwise think twice.

Multi-National Company's not only in the west but locally are already adopting this type of work environment. Infact, three valued corporate clients of ours have already implemented it.

Our aim is to instill dicipline, committment and freedom which eventually lead to a more efficient and productive work-force.

Something you guys should look into.

Madonna Crucified

Madonna kicked off her new tour by crucifying herself on a giant mirrored cross and wearing a crown of thorns. The difference between Madonna and Jesus? When Jesus did it everybody in the world didn't want to punch him in the face.

Fametracker - Heidi Klum vs Bras

Let's be honest: it's easy to hate models, or at least to dismiss them. From time to time, you'll hear someone complain about how certain people -- the elderly, the obese, those misguided souls with stand-alone mustaches -- are the last bastion of socially acceptable scorn and discrimination. But when it comes right down to it, besides fascist dictators (too easy!), is there any group more mockable than models? Most of them would be considered gawky, scary, or downright mantis-esque in the real world, sans makeup and stylists, and they're not exactly known for their wit or eloquence. (Remember watching Cindy Crawford and her mega-mole trying to seem laid-back as host of MTV's House of Style?)

Yet models are rich and thin and coveted and coked-up, like we all wish we were (well, sorta). Our jealousy could be phoned in from a tin can on a string. We certainly never thought we'd be making a case for how much we like one of them, especially a German spokesmodel for that uber-overrated purveyor of slut-chic Victoria's Secret. Still recently, when we read that Elizabeth Hurley hosted the British version of our favorite fashion competition/personality train wreck, Project Runway, we suddenly felt angrier than Nina Garcia locked in a room full of cowl-neck sweaters.

"Liz freaking Hurley -- how could they?!" we fumed. "Why can't Heidi do both shows? She's European!" And sure, she's got three kids, but how much time and energy can that hosting shit really take? A few "auf weidersehen"s, some "I don't really love that"s, a well-placed "We question your taste level," and before you know it, you're home eating bratwurst and bonbons with Seal!

Huh. Well looky there. We had no idea, but it seems we heart Heidi. When did this happen? Perhaps it was after we read the August cover story of Jane, in which Klum describes herself as taking shit from no one and loving muffins so much that pals started calling her Muffin. Awesome!

The Case For Bras

Holy underwire, where to even begin? We know there are plenty of cultures (tribal, hippie) that survive just fine without bras, but we don't live in those cultures and, frankly, we so do not want to. Not even to visit.

We shudder to think of our world without bras -- a world where, if we did shudder, things would jiggle unattractively. We wouldn't be caught dead running any marathons (and that goes double for cheering at such events, since no bras would mean bleeding nipples on women as well as men). We would be slaves to gravity. We do not want to be slaves.

Then again, without bras, this commentator wouldn't have the mortifying memory of being a third-grader (nine years old, people!) and having my dad say in his Texas twang -- in a public restaurant in front of my stepmom and sister -- that he thought it was time for a "brassiere." For me, not him. I also wouldn't have the uncomfortable-yet-liberating memory of relaying the story, as his truck backed down the driveway, to my mom and hearing her voice crescendo as she spat, "You can tell your father sometimes I DON'T EVEN WEAR A BRA!"

But family fun aside, bras are beyond essential. They lift and separate the busty. They pad and push up the flat-chested (unless you are confident enough to own your flatness, in which case, more power to you, Gwen Stefani). They can be sexy or functional or both. Sports bras make Title IX possible.

Sure, the uni-boob is an abomination, and if we see one more woman in a halter top/clear-strap-bra combo we will scream. (Specifically, we will scream, "Clear does not mean invisible! You can't have it both ways, lady!") But if it weren't for bras, those of us with fuller busts than, say, Runway designer Laura Bennett (i.e. everyone, including men) would have to walk around with our arms crossed over our chests at all times. We prefer to have our hands free for bass playing and inhaling chips and salsa, thank you very much.

The Decision

At the risk of having our Fametracker credentials revoked, we will now tell you, dear readers, something scandalous. Since moving to Chicago in June, we have been entirely without television! It's true! We have a TV set, yes, but without an antenna or cable connection, it functions solely as conduit for Law & Order and Simpsons DVDs.

We admit this unthinkable tidbit only to make the following information more impactful: we have not missed a single episode of Project Runway all summer. Moreover, we have seen some twice, maybe three times. Runway is the only show we currently watch with religious fervor, and despite frequent trips back to Texas, every Wednesday we find a way. That has to count in its hostess's favor, right?

Still, even if the case for Klum is stronger than we first thought, it's time to state the obvious: this is a patently unfair fight. We have a woman who looks fabulous in a bra versus the brassieres themselves. Bras may not make the rest of us look like supermodels, but they sure do enhance the confidence of women and the fantasy lives of men everywhere. As my friend Amber so succinctly put it, "bras totally kick Heidi Klum's ass."

The lacy black ones look so fetching peeking out from under our ripped up rock-n-roll t-shirts. And Heidi Klum won't stop things from bouncing while we vigorously brush our teeth (now there's an image for ya) or when we're pogo-ing around our apartment to the new Thermals record. And in the end, what good is life if we cannot dance with reckless-yet-boob-supported abandon?

The Winner

Bras

Finally! or is it?

A rep for Whitney Houston has confirmed that she filed for divorce from Bobby Brown last Friday. I'd congratulate her on the smart move, but the decision took her 14 years longer than it should have.

Taking your hand out of a toaster is smart. Waiting three days to do it not so much. Although considering this I guess we should just be thankful she doesn't spend her nights crawling down the street offering to sell her house for crack money.

My Travel

The road I have Traveled
Bridges I have crossed
I've gone the extra mile,
I've come to many stops
I had a few road blocks,
toward what I thought,
could be the end.

But had to be brought back
a mile or two again.
So when closure comes,
I do know what it will mean.

I'll finally have peace of mind,
I'll be able to feel,think, and breathe
I probably won't believe it.
I'll think it is all a dream.

And although the journey will have ended.
I'll never forget What I've learned along the way,
or how I learned to take it day by day

Re-Inventing History

Great read for all you war historians. Given to me as a gift, Hitler's War was written by an English Historian David Irving.

The book explored moves undertaken by both Germany and its allies (AXIS) during the 2nd World War. Interesting is the fact that the book conditions your mind to strategize with it. Gets? Something like a virtual reality although this one uses a book . Decisions that could have turned the war around in favor of the Axis and fatal mistakes committed by Germany which led to its defeat. Got so engrossed, I finished reading it in less than a week.

The book is all about strategy (I'm all about strategy), strategy which can actually be applied in today's world. The book does not justify Germany's cause to wage war but how it was conducted.

Lastly, my reading the book does not mean I'm a Nazi! hehe I am just your average joe who's facinated by Earthlings.

Who's Got Grammys?

Some music trivia for all you trivia and music lovers.

The most Grammys won in a single night is eight -- a record shared by Celine Dion(1999), Michael Jackson (1983) and Carlos Santana (2000).

Hate Celine for beating Mariah, hmm. Micheal really digs in my opinion while Santana rules beating the likes of the beatles.


Celine Dion:

1) Record of the Year : "My Heart Will Go On"
2) Album of the Year : Let's talk about love
3) Song of the Year : "My Heart Will Go On"
4) Best Short Form Music Video : "My heart will go on"
5) Best Female Pop Vocal Performance :"My Heart Will Go On"
6) Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocal : "Tell him"
7) Best Pop Album : Let's talk about love
8) Best Female R&B Vocal Performance : "Treat her like a lady"

Michael Jackson:

1) Record of the Year - Beat It
2) Album of the Year - Thriller
3) Best Pop Vocal Performance, Male - Thriller
4) Best Rock Vocal Performance, Male - Beat It
5) Best R&B Vocal Performance, Male - Billie Jean
6) Best Rhythm & Blues Song - Billie Jean
7) Best Recording For Children - E.T. The Extra Terrestrial
8) Producer Of The Year (Non-Classical)

Santana:

1) Record Of The Year - Smooth
2) Album Of The Year - Supernatural
3) Best Pop Performance By A Duo Or Group With Vocal - Maria Maria
4) Best Pop Collaboration With Vocals - Smooth
5) Best Pop Instrumental Performance - El Farol
6) Best Rock Performance By A Duo Or Group With Vocal - Put Your Lights On
7) Best Rock Instrumental Performance - The Calling
8) Best Rock Album - Supernatural

My Fav ! Watch out Pete

Re-Inventing the Encyclopedia

Discovered 2 great sites for y'all.

While browsing for biographies, I stumbled upon Wikepedia which offers trivia type information on every celebrities, world leaders and who ever you can think off? You think its not cool? Try looking for Linda Lovelace or any porn star you can think off and tell me if the site ain't cool!

On the other hand, while planning my HK Disneyland Tour, I again stumbled upon another great site named WikiTravel. What's great about this site is that it give you all the information you will need should you plan to visit any known city to man. Hehe Try searchin for Atlantis!

In short, Wikipedia is an effort to create and distribute a multilingual free encyclopedia of the highest possible quality to every single person on the planet in their own language.

Wikipedia started as an Enlish Language project on January 15, 2001, as a complement to the expert-written and now defunct Nupedia, and is now operated by the non-profit Wikimedia Foundation. It was created by Larry Sanger and Jimmy Wales

Another public service by your host, Richie D

Me

Sometimes I shave my face and sometimes I don't
Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won't
Depend on how the wind blows
It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul

When I look in the mirror and the only one there is me
Every scar on my face is where it's supposed to be
And I know my creator didn't make no mistakes on me
My feet, my thighs, my lips, my eyes; I'm lovin' what I see

But, I've drawn a conclusion, it's all an illusion,
confusion's the name of the game
A misconception, a vast deception
Something's gotta change
Don't be offended this is all my opinion
ain't nothing that I'm sayin law
This is a true confession of a life learned lesson
I was sent here to share with y'all
So get in where you fit in go on and shine
Clear your mind, now's the time
Put your salt on the shelf
Go on and love yourself
Cuz everything's gonna be all right

I'm not the average boy from your video
and I ain't built like a hunkyrmodel
But, I learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a king
I'm not the average boy from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be Richie D

Waiting

Bored waiting for the clock to unwind. Last post for the day its now 3:30p.m. mla time. Finished swimmin now goin to shop a little then on clubbin.

Project - My Home (The Best Seat in the House)

Due to the clamor generated by Project - My Home 1st edition, I am compelled to make it a weekly show (my own version of MTV Cribs).

The 1st edition showed my dining and living room project. Today's show will feature what is arguably the Best Seat of the House.

Ofcourse I am talking about our beloved toilet. Better than our sofa and even your favorite leather couch. Why you say? Simple! When you have stomach ache and wanna pooh where do you go? Can't pooh on your leather sofa can you? After pooing how do you feel? A sensation of satisfaction which only eating fatty foods can rival.

My next project is to extend my comfort room and make it more comfi and install a nice jacuzzi.

Till our next Project - My Home

Ciao

Taba-Ching-Ching

In celebration of the 1st year Death Anniversary of my favorite pet Taba-Ching-Ching, Iam posting her picture on my Blog.

Taba-Ching-Ching was part of my life for 5 years until being brutally murdered by my other pet. Supreme Court acquitted the offender on grounds based on plea of insanity.

Taba-Ching-Ching lived a long and happy life.

Let us give a moment of silence in remembrance of Taba-Ching-Ching.

Miss you much

My Travel

Bored and thought of posting some pics of yours truly. Nice panoramic style picture from my picture collection. This pic was taken from my Baguio Vacation 2005.

Re-Inventing the Phone

Enough non-sense for the day . . . My 1st work related/intelligent blog . . .

MyDestiny, my company, will soon be launching another 1st in the world of Telecommunications. Watch out assholes ! ! ! :-)

We will soon be venturing into the world of voice services. I'm not talking about the common VOIP services but a kick-ass Land-Line, NDD, IDD VOIP Service. Now shut up PLDT we got the goods and you don't. huh

COMING VERY SOON

Battle of the Photogenic Non-White Pop Divas Who Are Losing Their Minds

Diana Ross was the first non-white photogenic pop diva. She was groomed by Motown Records to compete with camera-friendly white pop stars like Julie London and Doris Day to light up shows like Hullabaloo or Ed Sullivan with her trendy hair and clothes. For the first time in American history, teenagers of all races were concerned about the hair, clothes, and love life of a black woman. Forget the march on Selma. This was the major moment for the civil rights movement. Diana went on to have a film career (albeit a short one) in which she served as nothing less than a glamorous leading lady.

Since then, the non-white photogenic pop diva has lost her groundbreaking political relevance, but still remains a cash cow for record companies. A lean and well-scrubbed black woman who is pretty and can sing inoffensive pop tunes will always sell records. She may even be a box-office draw. In the mid-'80s, Whitney Houston -- a talented former Seventeen model -- released her debut self-titled album. It went straight to #1 and stayed there for a long, long time as would all of her subsequent albums. Her popular videos, while devoid of edge or any particular grasp of rhythm, were showcases for the camera-friendly Whitney throughout the '80s and early '90s. The Bodyguard, her hit film debut, spawned the most successful soundtrack album of all time. Soon, she would become annoyingly ubiquitous. She was paid millions to sing the AT&T jingle and, during the Gulf War, recorded the national anthem and made it into a hit single. Such success would engender a certain level of resentment, so when Mariah came on the scene threatening to steal Whitney's title, a lot of us were only too happy to sit back with a bucket of popcorn and watch the catfight.

It's hard for a lot of us to remember ever feeling affection for Mariah Carey. But in the early '90s -- when she first came to our attention, tenderly stroking the microphone in her debut video, "Vision of Love" -- she seemed genuinely unsure of herself. And there was that range. Each successive power ballad or dance-flavored pop song to hit #1 was a dog call from heaven above. In the inevitable rivalry between Whitney and Mariah, most of us rooted for Mariah because she was the newbie underdog. The voice was better because it went higher. If Whitney was Blair, the privileged poised beauty from Facts of Life, then Mariah was Jo, the scruffy and gutsy girl attending Eastland Prep on a scholarship.

There was another big difference. While Whitney had been born into pop superstardom (her mother was gospel legend Cissy Houston, and her aunt was Dionne Warwick), Mariah had slept her way into it. This would become painfully apparent when Mariah married the man who discovered her, Tommy Mottola, the mobbed-up just-divorced president of Sony Records who was one hundred and seven years older than she was. Their wedding was described by the New York Post as "more of a coronation." Mariah's Vera Wang gown was an exact copy of Princess Diana's wedding dress and the ceremony featured dozens of attending pre-pubescent girls tossing rose petals at celebrity guests like Donald Trump. That would be the beginning of the end of Mariah. Oh, sure, she would still sell multi-platnum albums for the next several years, but no one really liked her. She went from being the girl next door you wanted to hang with to the CEO's wife you had to be nice to. Those cutoffs and belly shirts started to seem whorish and pathetic, and her over-produced nineteen-octave range started to offend. When she got divorced, she found the hootch within and became Mariah, the CEO's slutty, bitter, surgically-enhanced ex-wife. Soon, thanks to her newfound fashion-victimhood, the world was Mariah's gynecologist as she unleashed a series of videos that celebrated her almost mannered descent into ho-dom. Despite all that, a record-breaking recording contract with Virgin Records and a film debut in the can left Mariah's future looking bright.

Meanwhile, Whitney wasn't winning any accolades for restraint, either. The formerly squeaky-clean workhorse started blowing off concerts and television appearances, and there were reports of her walking around with facial injuries that seemed to be inflicted by her crackhead has-been husband, Bobby Brown. One fateful day she was detained at a Honolulu airport when security found a bag of pot in her bag. More rumors surfaced about her abuse of crystal meth, prompting even Liz Smith -- the most publicist-friendly gossip columnist of all time -- to write her an open letter begging her to get help.

I guess the millennium was a hard time to be a photogenic non-white pop diva. Even Diana Ross, the mother of all non-white photogenic pop-divas, had a run-in of her own with airport security. Mariah would lose it, too, posting Anne Heche-like messages on her website and checking into a hospital due to "exhaustion" after "Loverboy," her first single for Virgin Records, failed to hit #1 on the pop charts. It was then that Whitney would pull ahead of Mariah in their battle for world domination. Just as Mariah committed herself very publicly to a lockdown facility, Whitney -- showing signs of newfound sobriety -- would sign an even more lucrative recording contract with Arista Records. And while Mariah's semi-autobiographical film debut, Glitter, had what little audience it had laughing in all the wrong places, Whitney's 1993 recording of the national anthem hit the charts once more following the World Trade Center attacks. Her last album, My Love is Your Love, was not breaking any sales records, but it was a critical hit. It seemed that the evolution from Seventeen model into crack whore had provided Whitney with a little street cred and a sympathy-inducing patina. And in an age of tearful Barbara Walters confessions, Whitney's silence on the matter was refreshingly dignified.

Winner : Houston 2002

But as recent history unravelled, Whitney is back to her crack loving antics while Mariah on the other hand was emancipated with the release of her latest album which infact was the number 1 album of 2005. For good measure, Mariah is currently touring the world via Adventure of Mimi.

Winner : Carey 2006

Re-Inventing Travel

Found an awesome site for budget travellers ! Well one is ofcourse Tigerairways and Airasia, but I would suppose you already know that :-)

But can you believe you can actually go to different places (talkin about travelling outside the Phil) and get FREE ACCOMODATIONS? Now that's what I call THE REAL DEAL ! ! !

Referred to me by my boss, couchsurfer members interact and if your lucky, will offer you their couch for free. If your super lucky, rich couchsurfers may even offer you a room. Ofcourse, do not expect a hotel type of accomodation, but hey, if you aint got the budget you have no right to complain. haha

But best of all, you will gain new freinds.

Ciao.

Legends

Can you imagine gathering old and new (soon-to-be) legends in one extravagant, glitzy, glamorous black and white gala?

Saw this picture and thought you might be interested to see for yourself.

Check out Diana, Tina, Dion to the new generation led by Mariah and Janet.

Impressive . . .

Project - My Home

How you like my Dining Area and Living Room? Btw I just had my kitchen cabinet/counter top extension delivered last night. Show you the pic next time . . .

That's it ! Just showin off :-)

WOW ! ! !

Raven Software, the creators of the X-Men Legends™ franchise are putting you in the control of your favorite heroes from the entire Marvel Universe with Marvel™ : Ultimate Alliance.

Rockstar Games presents Table Tennis is the debut next-generation title from the creators of the Grand Theft Auto and Midnight Club franchises. Table Tennis harnesses the incredible power of Xbox 360™ through an advanced game engine designed specifically for next-gen console technology.

Never had this much anticipation for an X-BOX game since X-Men Legends and Top Spin (Tennis) . . . Ultimate Alliance and Rockstar Table Tennis will surely be a treasure for all you gamers.

Better find myself the title or i'll go nuts . . .

I GOTTA HAVE THIS ! ! !

Still Unwritten

I am unwritten,
Can't read my mind I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page
before me
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That I could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close I can almost taste it
Release my inhibitions
Feel the rain on my skin

No one else can feel it for e
Only I can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on my lips
drench myself in words unspoken
Live my life with arms wide open
Today is where my book begins
The rest is still unwritten