NANO NANOTECH, STUPID !!!

xoxoxo

NO LUVS LOST

Watching the Beijing Olympics since day one made me the ultimate champion, as far as I'm concern. I'm so glued to the televz and still couldn't get enough out of it. I'm all gaga about it, and surfing is not an option as I don't wanna miss any single event there is. So aside from streamline coverage on the web, I had prompt all my tele-sets side by side and turn them ON into more than three cable stations. Even at work, these games and programs are what we are following.
I'ts so compelling and really inspiring!

So far my favorite was a] Michael Phelps' outstanding one-one hundredth of a second butterfly glide to the wall. b] Canadian Alexander Despaties' triumphant dives despite injuries. And c] the 100 and 200 meter OR breaker run by Jamaican, Usain Bolt. To my mind this young man is more than above his league, he is a class by himself...no, an elegant horse, FCOL!

But the downside to all of these sports watching is that it made me so lazy and I notice weight gain down my belly...err my luv handles. Now I have to trim down some obvious fats. I should start jogging or be in a regimental exercise for I now couldn't compete with wifi's rotor mouth who doesnt really give a crap or two about these whole events.

Now if only Moscow and Washington government would have a clear-cut cease-fire agreement over Georgian Republic, that would be terrific!

THE BEAUTIES AND THE BEASTS

Sister Buddamed decided at the last minute to tag me along last night to this comedy show forward slash concert forward slash gab-fest forward slash karaoke forward slash impersonation entertainment held at this prestigious Edmonton artzy venue, The Francis Winspear Center for Music.

I said last minute because mumsy, the Queen, vehemently refused to watch this kind of show, reasoning that it wasn't a Sharon Cuneta. So there, I was lucky enough to come along and never stopped laughing to the jokes and antics of these Philippines' celebrities and showbiz personnalities that I hardly ever knew except one. Thanks goodness, that cousin Robert, the contract worker, told me who are these famous bimbettes with strong vocal chords.

The show started an hour away from scheduled performance (talk about Pinoy time) with a ho-hum renditions of some promising Filipino rock band from Calgary, rapsters wannabees from Winnipeg, Beyonce copycat and a duet from two divas from Hollywood, and a Josh Groban local singer, with of course gay dancers as the first act.

Intermission. Then to my horror err surprise came out a sex-siren, Giselle Sanchez, a fine and a gem of Philippine television that has a skin so bleached-white, and was intoduced as a graduate of University of the Philippines. She's witty and funny and walloped a power house at the expense of some unsuspecting compatriots who became part of the act. She wasted no time cajoling seven men for an impromtu materials like Top Gun, reffering to one of the men evidently losing his hair. This starlet is really entertaining, with the oldies tunes. Chah...chah...chah!

Next act is another beauty in the person of Pooh aka Reginald. This Ayasiv (Ilongo) had an endearing qualities about him impersonating the famous Philippine boxer, Manny Pacquiao. I laughed out loud that I fell from the edge of my seat (J-104) where I notice that a namesake is etched on the armrest. (Coincidence?) He's humour was delivered in subtle fashion that you'll laugh till you cry or was it the other way around? This sweet man also sings very well. Unbelievable!

Thirdly was Allan K; the sex bomb, that according to my cousin Robert is of Eat Bulaga fame. This flamboyant gay guy stole the evening with his comedic routine highlighting an experience from world-wide travels, the first class versus economy airline passengers, Mabuhay and other irreverent stuff. Plus a bombastic rendition of Ako'y Pilipino. Somehow I never felt so proud after his number, it brought tears to my eyes, beaming.

The performance of this emaciated Ruffa Mae Quinto clad in skimpy suit baring her soul is the fourth act with her Ocean Deep version. Her act was somewhat anti-climatic. Wasn't she just intoxicated? Don't get me wrong, she too could sing, imitating other divas, but her performance was much less to be desired that reminds me of a burlesque show in third rate cinema-houses back home.

Now I know why they titled this show as The Beauties and the Beasts. Because at first I thought I was going to watch a Dysneyland series. This show was exclusively presented by DB Entertainment & Production Ltd. and had a summer run here in Canada which started from Vancouver all the way to Winnipeg.

After the show is the photo opportunity. We got to mingle with these small but terrible performers. Cousin Robert started groping Allan K. while Buddamed bought a CD from Ruffa-Mae and asked for a signed calendar from Reginald. While Rose, my half sister became our shutterbug.

I on the other hand, opted a picture with the producer of the show, Lala Aunor. I never imagined that this former teeny booper sensation is now producing. Sis, Robert, and Rose were wondering who the hell is she? Am I the only one who knew her? She's of course the cousin of superstar Nora Aunor. Then I remembered Winnie Santos, Dondon Nakar, Arnold Gamboa, and the long forgotten years.

BHARTIYA' S MANTRA

Blessings from The Bhartiya Cultural Society of Alberta:
ACTION IS THY DUTY, REWARD IS NOT THY CONCERN

Kapuragauram krunavataram
Samsarsaram bhujgendra haram
Sada vasantamhirdayarvinde
Bhavam bhavani sahitam namami
Tuvmave mata ch pita tuvmave
Tuvmave bandhu sach sakha tuvmave
Tuvmave vidya dravinam tuvmave
Tuvmavesarvum mumdev dev

मंत्र
एक्शन इस थी ड्यूटी, रिवार्ड इस नोट थी कंसर्न

AARTI

Om Jai Jagdish hare, Swami jai jagidish hare
Bhakt jano ke sankat, kshana mein door kare...Om...
Jo dhyavae Phai pave, dukh vinshe man ka
Sukh sampati ghar ave, Kashta mite tan ka...Om...
Maat pita tum mere, sharan gahun main kiski
Tum bina aur na duja, aas karun main jiski...Om...
Tum pooran Paramatma, tum anteryami
Paar Braham Parmeshwar, tum sab ke swami...Om...
Tum Karuna ke sagar, tum palan karta
Main sevak tum swami, Kirpa karo bharta...Om...
Tum ho ek agochar, sab ke pran pati
Kis vidh miloo dayamay, tumko main kumti...Om...
Deen bandhu dukh harta, tum rakshak mere
Apne hath uthao, dware para main tere...Om...
Vishaya vikar mitao, paap hero deva
Shardha bhakti barhao, Santan ki seva...Om...
Tan man dhan sab kuch hai tera, Swami sab kuch hai tera
Tera tjh ko arpan, keya lage mera...Hari Om Jai...
Shri Shyam Sunder ji ki Aarti, jo koie nar gave
Kaihet Shiva nand swami, man vanchhit phai pave...
Om Jai Jagdish hare, Swami jai jagdish hare

POST SANS TITLE

This morning, I had fallen asleep on the couch watching tele. I had forgotten already exactly what the program was. And its not that important. But what striking to me was my vivid dream about fa-ja.

In my dream, I was waiting on a shed corner when suddenly father showed up and was even surprised to have seen me. He was in blue T-shirt, and in kind of a hurry. I went with him home to mumsy's place, who was actually resting in the bedroom. Father then proceeded straight away to where the Queen was; and I asked where I can rest and they pointed me to an adjacent bedroom where my other still living relatives back home materialized.

What a surreal dream that was, I even posted this kablag without a title in the first place, wasn't that weird?

SENSELESS

The killing of a young man on a Greyhound bus is utterly horrific. What prompted this is beyond comprehensible. My sense of security is once again push to the limit of paranoia. What makes a man snapped and stabbed another just like that is totally insane. My prayers to Tim Mclean of Winnipeg, the victim of this random act of violence.